In that moment, as Anna raised the Chronivac to complete his transformation, one of the girls named Lily giggled wickedly and suggested, "Hey, shouldn't we undress him first? It'll be more fun that way!"
Anna smirked, considering the playful proposal. "Oh, why not? Let's make this extra special for our new toy." With that, the girls sprang into action, eager to participate in Mark's degradation.
They started slowly, pulling at his shirt and teasing him with their touch, running fingers across his chest and stomach. Despite his fear and helplessness, Mark's body betrayed him as he found himself responding to their provocations with an unwanted arousal. His erection tented his pants, causing him immense shame and embarrassment.
The girls noticed, their laughter growing louder as they realized that Mark's physical response contradicted his obvious fear. "Look at him, he's actually enjoying this!" exclaimed another friend, Jenna, her tone dripping with sarcasm.
Anna bent closer, her eyes locked onto Mark's face, which was contorted with a mixture of fear and mortification. She leaned in and whispered, "Looks like someone can't wait for being our lifeless sex-toy, huh?" Her words stung, cutting deeper than any physical pain could.
Lily and Jenna exchanged mischievous glances, clearly enjoying the power they held over him. They continued undressing Mark, unbuttoning his shirt and sliding it off his shoulders, exposing his bare chest to their leering gazes. They teased him mercilessly, tracing patterns on his skin with their fingertips and making him squirm, though he couldn't move.
Next came his pants, the girls struggling to pull them down over his rigid member. They laughed and jeered, egging each other on as they revealed his most intimate garments. Mark's face burned with shame, tears welling up in the corners of his eyes, yet he could do nothing to stop them.
Anna and her four friends reveled in their newfound control over Mark. They taunted him mercilessly, each touch sending a jolt of humiliation through his trembling body.
"Look at you, Mark," Anna sneered, her hand lingering on his hip as she pulled down his pants. "Pathetic. You can't even control your own body."
Lily giggled, grabbing hold of his underwear and tugging playfully. "Oh, poor thing. Is this what you've wanted all along? To be used like some sort of willing sex-toy?"
Irina, one of the other girls, joined in, wrapping her hands around his waist and leaning in close. "It's okay, Mark. You can let go of your pride and humanity. We'll take good care of you. After all, you are our little plaything now, aren't you?"
Mark wished he could plead with them, to tell them how wrong this was, but his frozen form denied him even the ability to cry out. His eyes begged for mercy, yet the girls only saw them as pools of shame, fueling their sadistic delight.
With a final tug, Lily ripped away Mark's underwear, leaving him utterly exposed. His arousal, despite his desperate wish for it to subside, remained embarrassingly evident. The girls' laughter rang in his ears, each cruel jest driving another nail into the coffin of his pride.
As the laughter in the room echoed, Mark's cheeks flushed with a mix of shame and humiliation. He tried to shrink into himself, wishing he could disappear, but his frozen form refused to comply. Anna approached him, a wicked grin spreading across her face as she circled around him, examining her soon-to-be creation.
"Well, well, Mark," she cooed, her finger tracing a path along the line of dark hair leading to his groin. "It seems our little sex-toy is quite... natural down there. That just won't do, will it, girls?"
The other girls nodded eagerly, already excited to participate in further humbling their captive. They scurried to gather their shaving supplies - razors, shaving cream, and various girlish grooming tools.
Anna positioned herself next to Mark raising the canister of shaving cream. "We can't have any distractions during playtime, now can we?" she asked, her tone sugary sweet. "So, let's give our new toy a nice, smooth finish, shall we?"
The others clapped in anticipation, eager to witness the spectacle. Mark's eyes darted between the grinning faces surrounding him, searching for any hint of mercy or compassion, but he found none. Despair washed over him as he accepted the inevitable.
Anna squeezed a generous amount of shaving cream onto her hand and began applying it to Mark's pubic area, her touch surprisingly gentle given the context. The cold cream contrasted with the warmth of her hand, sending a shiver down his spine. The other girls gathered around, watching intently, some even offering suggestions on the best techniques for a perfect shave.
As Anna carefully shaved away the hair, the girls continued their playful banter, discussing the different products they might use to maintain Mark's smooth appearance. Their laughter tinged with cruelty.
Despite the numbing sensation of the shaving cream, Mark could feel every swipe of the razor against his sensitive skin. His mind raced, imagining the shame awaiting him as a lifeless, hairless sex-toy. He yearned for release from his frozen prison, to escape the torment, but it remained stubbornly in place.
Finally, Anna stepped back, admiring her work. Mark's formerly hairy region was now a smooth canvas, devoid of any trace of masculinity. The girls oohed and aahed, impressed by the transformation.
"There, that's much better," Anna declared, patting the area gently. "Our little toy is ready for its new purpose. Now, let's get that Chronivac set up and complete the transformation."