You choose male.

You quickly call out, “Male.”

“Reworking.” You look down and see yourself change slightly. Your breasts shrink down to the flat chest of a slender man. Your hips and body becomes more straight and masculine. You also see your skirt that was on you disappears and becomes a pair of leather breaches with thigh greaves attached, the shirt gets long enough to be more of a tunic, and the sandals are replaced by knee high riding boots. The twin swords vanish and are replaced by a smaller 6” dagger now tucked into your left boot and a longer 28” rapier hanging free at your left side to be drawn with your right hand. However you are still naked you simply see the items change in front of you. Then suddenly you find yourself back in the world strapped into a chair like device that holds you in a somewhat kneeling position with your ass at about waist level. Your hands are tied in front of you around a bar and your mouth is **** open by small padded hooks pulling your jaw down and your head back also at waist level. Standing in front of you wearing leather breeches, tight tunic, and knee high boots laughing and holding a whip is the shemale with her cock hanging free with the front of her breeches unlaced. Behind and surrounding the two of you are a large group of as many as 65 men and the room is now apparently some kind of dungeon.

You slurp a bit of spit that drips down your chin and attempt to say, “Fuck.” But what comes out is more like huck.

“Now bitch you will pay for sleeping with the masters daughter. It is you that shall be fucked till you die.” She then disappears up a stairway, after walking over to a chest and dropping in your sword almost as if to show you where your equipment is, and you hear a door slam shut.

“I gunt to kit. Hlese I gunt to kit. No stok. Huck.” You protest meekly to no avail as the first massive cock slams home into your ass and the second 8” monster is stuffed down your throat gagging you. Finally the on in front expends the last of his energy and he sprays a blast deep in your belly. You cough and spit and vomit up the gob of cum and are able to look down and see a trough is set up to collect anything you spit up as well as anything that flows out of your ass. “Herhict.” You say as the second cock a longer thinner 10” rod that works its way down your throat. Then as first wave of sticky cum blasts into your ass you feel it within you making you squirm. Then suddenly he is out of your ass and the emptiness suddenly feels wrong. Right about the time the second slightly smaller cock enters your ass is when you realize they are working you over sure but hardly trying to kill you. They continue fucking and fucking. As the fourth one blows into your ass you can’t take any more and a stream of cum flows out as he withdraws. As this happens you shudder and blow your load as well. Finally hours later you are exhausted and bathed in sweat. You figure you have at most 5 loads in your stomach having finally stopped spewing them back after the 27 th man blows his sticky acrid load in your mouth.

Finally the last man blows his load and they pick up the bucket that all of the juice has flown into. One of them picks up what can only be described as an old wooden funnel and forces it into your mouth. “**** on this you fucking traitor.” They pick up the bucket and let the massive sticky foul smelling gunk flow down your throat. Knowing if you don’t swallow it all you will certainly **** to **** you relax your throat, much easier after sucking so many cocks, and gulp down every last drop. As they pull out the funnel they look at each other as if not knowing what to do next. “We better go tell mistress he survived the ordeal.”

“Should we keep fucking him, I think I can get it up again.” One asks the apparent leader of the bunch.

“Are you mad. Mistress said to fuck him till you blow and make him drink every drop. Do you really want to do something else? Personally I am not ready to die. I am sure she is planning to come back and kill him herself.”

“Are you sure I thought she wanted us to kill him?”

“Do what you want but I am leaving I did what I was told and that is all I am prepared to do.”

“I guess that is the smartest thing to do. You are probably right it isn’t like he can get away his limbs will be useless after being restrained so long. Yeah lets go.” With that they all simply walk up the stairs and leave you alone.

You let out a massive belch and laugh slightly. Your hands have been pulled and pushed so many times you realize your bindings are hardly tight and you easily pull yourself free. However he was right about one thing. As you get free you collapse in a heap on the floor and black out for an unknown amount of time.