Strangeflower Academy: A FtM Story, Part Twenty-Two

The long fingers of autumn shadows crept over the school grounds, as hallow's eve finally began. For some time now the tension had been rising, and, whether they were conscious of it or not, everyone on the island knew that tonight was the night. Shuffling teachers, struggling to hide their transformations and new, unnatural lusts, were escorted and aided by faceless, unfamiliar staff-members. Classes had become stilted, drained of life, repetitive and going through the motions.

It was impossible to ignore that something very strange was going on. Yet, in spite of it all, the Halloween Ball was to go ahead, in spite of everything that had unfolded. And so, perhaps lulled by the familiar, or desperately trying to ignore the suspicious and unnerving mood that pervaded everything, the school prepared in earnest for this annual celebration.

Girls walked together in tight packs, gossiping, giggling, planning costumes and dresses and talking about what strange and ghoulish events might await them. The boys, who had mostly done their own thing up to this point, were now warily forming their own cliques, small as they were, perhaps unsettled by what Rex and his..."girl"friend had told them.

Word had gotten back to the staff about this, of course. But by the time they had searched Rex's room, they had both slipped away into the back-woods that surrounded the island. They wouldn't be able to hide for long, but the Headmistress only had so much manpower. She had so many things to do, and not enough reliable...men to do it all.

The headmistress oversaw preparations in the ball-room. Dull-eyed teachers, starved for their new forms and strange lusts, aided by hired goons that Yamaki had recommended from his days working for some quite shady people.

All she needed was a little more time. By midnight, there would be no shortage of "man"power around here, alright.

Thorn laughed to herself. All these years wasted, a caretaker to spoilt bratty girls who didn't appreciate the gifts mother nature had given them. All these years spent trying to appease bitchy mothers, hag-like board-members, and juggling the needs and demands of her staff. Now she would show them all.

Absent-mindedly, she considered the large punch-bowl being prepared for that night's festivities. Soon it, and many other ghastly treats and tricks, would be spread across the school grounds. If Yamaki had prepared his solutions properly, then nearly all would provide quite a devilish surprise for the girls of Strangeflower.

As for the boys...

She chuckled. They might find their idle fantasies of fucking all of these fine school-girls quite turned on its head. Who would be fucking who...

Her immaculately manicured fingers crept between her legs, to feel her wetness, and she shivered. Soon. Soon she would be filled with the only kind of cock worth having...freshly turned fem-cock...

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"One more time, you stubborn shemale bitch." Patricia growled, as Olga strained once more at the chains. Her gambit to seduce Miss Fenk had only served to get them better rations. No opportunity to escape had as yet presented itself. It was galling to sacrifice her dignity and autonomy and gain so little in return.

"Shut up! I'm...aagh...doing the best I can." Olga seethed, her arms straining at the chains, thick, painful welts covering her wrists where they dug in. Her...his...voice was deeper now. In the dark, it was easy now to see them not as trapped shemales or girls, but starved, shuffling boys or even men.

Patricia felt her member stirring again in hunger. It was about the only part of her-hiself left that had any strength. And, every few hours, their repulsive captor returned, and they were forced to service her, and she in turn did them the "favour" of servicing their growing manhoods.

"I refuse to live in squalor as that fat cunt's boy-toy. I'm still a Masterson, damnit. Boy or girl, I have pride! And aren't you Russians supposed to be good at this sort of thing?"

"Bud Spokoyen, Shlyukha..." Olga growled with deep menace. One...more...wrench...

With a sickening crack, she finally succeeded in dislocating her arm. Her roar was loud and bearlike, the pain almost causing her to pass out.

"Finally! Now shut up and do some gymnast shit to get us out of here. You still remember how to do that stuff right?"

"My arm! My arm is FUCKING broken!" Olga half-roared, half-sobbed.

"It wont be fixed if you keep whining about it! Now hurry before they hear you!"

"I am so going to rape you dead after this..."

Patricia rolled her eyes. And they thought she/he was the psychopath in this situation, honestly.

"Wouldn't putting your cock in my ass be gay? Make you a sodomite? Oh are you a fairy now? A queer?"

"SHUT UP!"

With one more burst of effort, Olga finally managed to re-position herself, her arm twisted and out of its socket, and she began frantically working at the restraints with new focus. Maybe she could...slip...out...

The door banged open.

"What is all this noise-"

Patricia didn't wait, and, thankfully, neither did Juanita. They'd talked about this.

They both lunged as far as their restraints would allow, and sank their teeth into Miss Fenk's leg, disgusting taste of gym-pants, flesh and blood and all. It was not a time for half-measures.

Miss Fenk roared as she fell. "You...little...bitches..."

The rest of the gym club quickly began their furious assault, while Olga finally disentangled herself.

In a few, furious, sweaty, bloody minutes it was over, and Fenk was out cold, her head bloody and smashed against the hard floor, covered in furious cuts.

Patricia took the keys and freed those who were cuffed, and then darted out to find a file to free those chained.

Before long, they were all free, rubbing their injuries.

"We will have our revenge on her later. For now, we have to get out of here. We will make them all pay."

They left Fenk where she lay, in that dank, fetid cell.

Olga gave her a swift kick in the crotch, before she too followed them and left.

Tonight was Halloween, and it was time the "freaks" were let out of the basement.

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Becky's prolonged absence had set Rowan frantic with worry. And with the evening drawing in, and groups of students now all dressed up being escorted to the Ball under close guard, he knew time had run out. Whatever had happened to her, he had to act now. If this had been a story, he thought, he'd know exactly what to do, where to go, to save Becky before time ran out.

But the grim possibility that he might be forced to attend this stupid Halloween ball, and never see her again or know what happened to her at all, seemed all too likely. Where was Rex? and Anya? What the hell were they doing? Their little attempt to stir the boys into insurrection had failed, and now it was likely they were being hunted, if they hadn't been captured already.

He seemed to be the only one who was free, and who could act. So why didn't he know what to do?

"This sucks."

"Tell me about it. Worst costumes ever. I mean, party masks? What is this, Rock Horror or something?"

"Eyes Wide Shut, more like it."

"You've never seen that movie!"

The boys were squabbling about the provided outfits. neat suits and fancy masks to wear on strings around their eyes, obscuring their faces. The girls, on the other hand, seemed to have a wide variety of dresses, costumes and different masks, from Jason Vorhees-style to masquerade to some Clown Masks.

Rowan looked at the outfit provided for him. A simple black domino mask, and a suit to his measurements. The precise formality of it chilled him. All of this had been planned out since the day of his arrival, he realised. The boys were taken into account, and the minimum necessary was done to provide for them. The focus for the Ball had always been the girls. But were they the participants, or the show itself?

No. He refused to meekly follow his part, and play spectator to the Headmistress's design. He had to do something, even if it wasn't smart, or well planned out. All his life he'd studied, and planned, and let Rex handle all the action. It was time to get his own hands dirty.

He donned the mask, feeling for a brief moment like a superhero in his resolve.

There was in the end, only one person he could go to, only one place he could settle this.

Even as the guards came to escort the next batch of boys to the party, he slipped out into the darkness, grateful that the extra security hadn't learned all the blind-spots yet. The fact that everything was now being focused on one location would make his passage through the rest of the school grounds much easier.

He was going to go to that place beneath the Gymnasium.

Without a plan or a weapon, he was going to confront the Mad Scientist in his lair.

He just hoped he'd think of something clever to do by the time he got there.