Actually, i totally could!

Actually, yeah, you totally could take advantage of the situation! free pussy is free pussy, right? and it's not like other men won't happily take your place if you make some moral stand, based on how some of them are already starting to circle him [...her?] like sharks...

You approach the bound woman, letting your pants fall down to your knees as you stroke yourself to be ready for her. she looks back at you pleadingly, but you both know what's coming is foregone. The doctor produces a ring gag and quickly swaps her ball gag for it, allowing her to get off only a few curses before her mouth is **** open, As you rub you member against her unused pussy, you see another man preparing to fuck her defenseless face.

You slide in, hearing a groan from the woman as you do. you place your hands firmly on either of her hips and start slamming into her. her newly reshaped ass jiggles mezmerizingly as you thrust in and out. the woman gags and gasps as her mouth is taken while you spitroast her from behind. it seems she will get a good lesson on both the joys of being a woman and learning how to breathe through her nose today.

You pick up your pace, realizing how tight she is. this machine must be made to make their pussies as tight as possible, because you can swear its gripping you each time you slam in. eventually, its all too much, and you unload into her deflowered cunt. At the same time, the man at the other end wraps his arms around her head and holds her head down tight as he forces his load into her mouth. catching your breath, you stand back and pull you pants up. it only takes a second for a new pair of men to replace you, and this time the one behind her looks to be intent on plowing her ass...

The gangbang lasts for a while longer, and by the time it is over the poor woman bound up is left near delirious and covered in spunk, you feel a bit of pride knowing you contributed.

"I hope this has taught all of you young ladies a lesson- disobedience will not be tolerated. take this woman's mistake to heart and learn from it!" the Woman on the platform announces.

"Now- i think its high time we send you girls to processing- it's time for the rest of you to take the first step on the journey to becoming proper young ladies!"

With that, the guards start ushering the lot of you through the doors behind the Woman's platform. The bound and battered woman is wheeled away ahead of you, her destination unknown.

Once you enter into the side doors from the warehouse, you quickly see that the rest of this building's interior is designed much like a high school or college campus. Though most of the hallways and rooms are sealed off, so you cannot make much out besides that the hallways you are walked through are lined with lockers and doors to what look like class rooms. Aside from a janitor and a few guards, the building seems empty outside of you and the group of men that have been kidnapped with you.

You finally reach your destination. the lot of you are slowly lead through a set of double doors into a giant gymnasium that has had an array of medical equipment, photography sets, rows of school uniforms on clothing lines, and several crates full of god knows what. the gym is staffed by more doctors, guards, a photographer, and a few men and women in business suits similar to the Headmistresses.

You are organized into a series of single-file lines. while they line you up, a few guards unload a set of bars and other metallic objects from the creates to create a number of what look like pull-up bars, but with cuffs at each of the four corners. you don't have much time to contemplate their use, however, as you are close to the front of the line, and find a woman in a suit asking you something you didn't catch, too focused on all the things happening around you.

"What?" you reply, confused

"I said, what is your name?" she asks again, holding up a pen and clipboard.

"It's...Jacob Tarly"

The woman furrows her brow. "No, no that won't do at all. from now on; your first name is...Jessica"

"What? you can't just..."

"Don't talk back to me, missy. you'll do as you're told. now, go over to those nice gentlemen over their next to the changing station." She orders, gesturing you to the men who had just set up the pull-up bar devices.

you hesitate. the woman, seeing this, sighs in annoying before taking out a riding crop and running it across you ass! "I said; get moving!" she orders. you comply this time, glumly making your way to the designated area.

you approach one of the bar sets, at which point two guards promptly raise up your arms, cuffing each wrist to one of the top corners. a second later they do the same with your ankles at the bottom corners. you blush, embarrassed to be spread out in such a way. It is only the beginning of your humiliation, however, as you soon hear the sound of clothing being ripped.

you struggle to look back, and see one of the guards cutting your clothes with a knife! "Hey, what are you doing?" you demand. Neither of them bother to answer-instead, the other guard simply fishes a ball gag out of one of those crates and affixes it to your mouth. the pair of them them finish cutting off your clothes, stripping you naked.

the worst is yet to come, though. another set of objects are removed from the crates. one is a briefcase that is handed to the guard behind you, and the other is a small metal object you dont quite recognize. to you surprised, the guard in front of you grabs your manhood, and holds the device up to it! its hard to tell what hes doing with his hands in the way, you feel a faint squeezing, and when he removes his hands from your junk, you see the device has been wrapped around you cock like, well...a cage. a penis cage.

"what the hell is that?" you try to ask, but it comes out muffled. less than a second later, you yelp in surprise as you feel a prick on your ass! you look back to see the second guard has opened the briefcase, which is full of syringes-one of which he just injected into you!"

"alright, you're done, take these and head into the locker room." The first guard explains as he unties you, then hands you a set of school clothes. only-they arent men's clothes-they are unmistakably the clothes of a schoolgirl, skirt, white panties, and all!

as your gag is removed and you are ushered away to the changing room, you already begin to feel the effects of that strange **** they stuck you with. your chest, legs, arms, and even your face feel funny. for a second you fear they've given you something to turn you into a girl, but when no such obvious transformation occurs after a few moments, you feel a bit relieved. still, you feel somehow...girlier all the same. maybe they just gave you a hormone injection? bad as that is, its a lot worse than what they could do.

you reach the locker room, where a few men have already gathered. like you, they have all been stripped naked, had cages affixed to their junk, and been given women's uniforms to wear. seeing them now, you notice that most have less body hair than you think they did earlier-some none at all. they all also seem to be ever so slightly more feminine in figure.

pushing these concerns aside, you go to the task at hand-reluctantly, you slid the panties up your legs and begin to dress yourself. the outfit consists of a set of black shoes, calf-high socks, red skirt, white shirt, and black coat displaying what you imagine is the school's heraldry.

With the degrading outfit donned, you step out of the locker room, at which point you are directed to wait in line for the photographer. as in the locker room, the men here are not very talkative-most are silently hanging their heads or trying to keep themselves from having a breakdown. You do hear one voice from behind you, though.

"Like a bad porn movie, huh?" he announces sarcastically.

"No talking." a guard chastises

The boy rolls his eyes. you can get a better look at him now. he has long blonde hair, down past his shoulders. his face is very feminine, but still unmistakably male. he is a bit short, with green eyes and tanned skin-though the faint hint of pale at the edges of his clothes suggests it is not his natural tone. his figure is lithe, save for his thighs and upper arms that, while skinny, also contain a hint of muscle.

Though he does not speak, he notices you looking at him, and responds with a playful wink. you shake your head tiredly and rub your eyes before turning forward, noticing now that you are next.

The photographer waves you over and directs you to the seat in front of his Camera.

"Name?" he asks, looking at his clipboard

"it's-"

"your new name, son, not your original name."

you swallow your pride, knowing that protesting at this point wont do any good. "...Jessica Tarly"

The photographer nods, moves behind his camera and says "hold still" before the camera flashes. A second later he appears from behind his set up and hands you a plastic card. on it are your face and new name.

"That's you ID, hold onto it. Now head over to the doors." he explains before returning to his camera and waving the boy from before over for his picture.

at the doors, you see a checkpoint has been set up, and each boy that leaves is leaving with an escort. approaching, one guard stops you and holds up a metal chocker.

"This will be your collar, if you attempt to leave school grounds, it will activate and shock you." he explains. "Put it on and then follow him." he says, pointing to another guard.

You hesitate, and the guard loses patience, simply locking it around you neck himself.

"you know Headmistress prefers them to put it on themselves, better for breaking them in mentally." another guard protests.

"Don't care, weve got too fucking many to process and not enough time. take him to his room." the first guard retorts.

he shrugs and takes you by the shoulder, escorting you out of the gym and back down the halls. this time you are taken up two flights of stairs to a much different level, clearly meant to be residential. he asks to see your card then walks you down a ways before stopping at a certain room.

"This is your room, you will sleep here for your time at the academy. the doors lock at night and unlock in the morning. each room has its own bathroom-be sure to wash yourself and be dressed for orientation tomorrow at 8am." he explains, opening the door and guiding you in.

Without another word, the door closes and locks behind you, and for the first time you are alone to digest whatever the fuck just happened.

The room only has one window, and the bathroom has none. the window is unshockingly barred and cannot be moved through. the door is indeed locked tight. all there is for you to do is lay down and try to collect you thoughts, try not to cry, and cry a lot.