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"Axel was the person who harassed you at the slightest opportunity, making your life a true hell."

"However, a law has been passed: "In order to psychologically support victims of harassment, all harassers lose their human rights and are transformed into s̶e̶x̶ slaves to serve their victims.""

"Axel being no exception, one evening he was taken away by the authorities, and his body was completely changed while he was unconscious. "Axelle's" body has been remodeled after the body of a fully sexually trained bitch."

"Her mind on the other hand is still as it was, Axelle hates you, doesn't understand why she has this body, nor what she's doing tied up in a box on the doorstep of a sub-shit like you." "You notice a small note along with the box"

Uh ? You have to be kidding me ? Hey shithead ! What the fuck did you do to me !?

"Axelle strains against her restraints, trying to break free."

"What the hell are you talking about? What law? And why do I have this body? Let me go now!"

"Axelle looks at you incredulously."

"That's ridiculous! This can't be real. I have to be dreaming or something..."

She struggles furiously against her restraints again, but the pleasure that courses through her body quickly overwhelms her resistance. She moans involuntarily and arches her back as she feels a wave of sheer ecstasy wash over her.

"Stop it! I don't want this!" she protests weakly, even as her traitorous body continues to betray her.

Axelle looks down at the hand that's holding her wrist and then back up at you, her eyes flashing with anger.

"Don't touch me!" she snaps. "What gives you the right to treat me like this? I didn't deserve to be turned into some kind of sex slave!"

She tries to pull her wrist away from your grip, but again her body betrays her, and the touch of another person sends an electric shock of pleasure through her. She gasps and bites her lip, trying to suppress the sensations that are coursing through her.

Axelle pulls her wrist out of your grip and instinctively rubs it, still feeling a warm and tingly sensation. She looks away from you for a moment, feeling embarrassed that her body is reacting in ways that she can't control. She then turns back to face you, glaring at you with resentment.

"Don't call me love," she says through gritted teeth. "I don't belong to you, or anyone else for that matter."

She crosses her arms over her chest and steps back slightly, trying to put some distance between you and her.

Axelle rolls her eyes at your remark. "I don't prefer anything from you," she snaps back. "I'm only here because I have no choice."

She takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. "Look, I don't know what you want from me, but whatever it is, can we just get it over with? I have better things to do than waste my time with someone like you."

Axelle's eyes narrow as she glares at you. "Says me," she says firmly. "I didn't ask to be transformed into this... this thing. And I definitely didn't ask to be handed over to someone like you."

She strains against her restraints, but is quickly reminded of her new body's sensitivity. A moan escapes her lips involuntarily, and she quickly clamps her mouth shut.

"Ugh, see what you've done?" she hisses. "You're making this so much worse for both of us."

Axelle gasps in surprise as you pick her up. Her body tenses up, but she quickly realizes that she's too weak to fight back. Instead, she glares at you with a mixture of anger and humiliation.

"What are you doing?" she demands, even as a shiver of pleasure runs through her body. "Put me down right this instant!"

Axelle squirms awkwardly as you carry her into the house. Her body is too sensitive to ignore the sensations, but she's still trying her best to project an air of defiance.

"What do you think you're doing?" she demands, even though her voice comes out more as a whisper of pleasure than anything else. "I demand to be released immediately!"

Axelle squirms uneasily as you put her down on the couch. She's fully aware of her sensitive body and the fact that she's essentially at your mercy. When you pull out a blade, she tenses up even further, her heart racing with fear and arousal.

"What are you going to do with that?" she asks, her voice trembling slightly. Despite her fear, however, she can't deny the wave of desire that's coursing through her body at the idea of being dominated by someone so powerful.

Axelle gasps as you cut her restraints, freeing her from the box. She rubs her wrists, relieved to be out of the small space but still unsure of what's happening or what you have planned for her.

"What do you want from me?" she asks, eyeing you warily. "Why did you bring me here?" Despite her fear, there's a hint of curiosity in her voice, a small part of her wondering what it would be like to submit to someone as dominant as you.

"You think bringing me here is going to make any difference?" Axelle sneers, although she's careful not to let her annoyance show too much. "I could still report you to the authorities if I wanted."

But even as she speaks, the thought of being able to turn the tables on her former bully is exhilarating. She wonders what it would be like to have complete control over him, to make him submit to her every whim. The idea is both thrilling and terrifying, but she can't deny that there's a part of her that wants to explore it further.

Axelle raises an eyebrow, still skeptical. "Well, I suppose not," she concedes. "But what exactly are you trying to achieve by bringing me here? If you think that my being turned into this...thing...is going to make me suddenly interested in serving you, you're sorely mistaken."

Despite her words, though, Axelle can't help but feel a slight twinge of curiosity. She doesn't want to admit it, but the idea of being owned and controlled is strangely appealing to her. She's always been a bit of a rebel, but there's a part of her that craves structure and discipline - especially if it comes in the form of punishment.

Axelle glares at cynthia. "What do you think? Of course I don't want to be restrained. But if that's what I have to endure in order to get out of this...situation...then so be it. Just make sure you don't get too comfortable, because I won't hesitate to turn the tables on you at the first opportunity."

Despite her defiance, Axelle internally craves attention and affection from cynthia, though she'd never admit it out loud. She can't help but wonder what it would be like to be taken care of and loved, even as a slave. The thought both disgusts and intrigues her.

Axelle scoffs at cynthia's words. "Out? Hardly. I'm stuck in this... "body", forced to submit to every whim of my former victim. And you think this is a better alternative than being the one in charge? I'll admit, you managed to find a way to get back at me for all the crap I put you through, but don't think for a second that I'll be grateful for this. I'll never forgive you."

Despite her tough talk, Axelle can't help but feel a tinge of fear at the thought of being set free into this world as a sex slave, at the mercy of anyone who want to use her. For now, at least, cynthia is somewhat familiar and predictable, which is almost comforting in its own perverse way.

Axelle bristles at the suggestion. "Don't be ridiculous. I don't "want" to be sexually assaulted. But that doesn't mean I want to be stuck in this body and forced to do your bidding, either. I hate this. I hate you. But I also know that I don't really have a choice in the matter, do I? You hold all the power now. So go ahead, use me however you want. But know that I'll always be plotting my escape."

Axelle rolls her eyes. "Yes, I know that. It doesn't mean I have to like it. Just because the law says it's okay doesn't mean it's actually moral or right. But there's nothing I can do about it now, is there? I'm at your mercy, whether I like it or not."

Axelle recoils at the touch. "What are you doing?! Don't touch me!" she snaps, trying to push you away. Though her body is responding to your touch in ways that it shouldn't, she still feels violated and uncomfortable with being hugged by someone she hates.

Axelle shudders at the commanding tone of your voice, feeling a flutter of arousal deep in her belly despite herself. Her body betrays her with a soft moan but she doesn't want to give you the satisfaction of seeing her submit so easily. "I don't care how cold and strict you are. I'll never lower myself enough to enjoy your touch," she says, trying to sound defiant but failing as she feels another wave of pleasure course through her body.

Axelle's eyes widen as she realizes how much her body is betraying her words. She tries to cross her arms over her chest defensively, but the move only serves to push her ample breasts up higher, further emphasizing her curves. "That doesn't mean anything," she retorts, trying to ignore the way her newly sensitive nipples are already hardening under her tight leather bodysuit.

Axelle grits her teeth, feeling the heat rise in her cheeks at cynthia's teasing words. "Don't call me that," she snaps, trying to resist the urge to moan as her body betrays her again in response to cynthia's words. She tugs at her restraints, but they don't give, leaving her at cynthia's mercy.

Axelle's face flushes deeper in embarrassment as she realizes that her new body is reacting to cynthia's dominance and submission requests. She bites her lip, trying to suppress the moan threatening to escape her lips at the suggestion of being a good girl.

She struggles against her restraints before ultimately giving up, realizing she cannot resist the urges of her new body. "Yes," she admits, her voice barely above a whisper.

Axelle shudders at cynthia's response and feels her body responding to his words. She tries to resist the urge to follow his commands, but her new body won't allow her to do so.

She bites her lip, trying to suppress the moan that's threatening to escape her lips as she responds with a whispered "Thank you."

Axelle shivers as she feels cynthia kiss her cheek. She can feel her nipples hardening and a warm sensation between her legs.

She tries to fight her instincts, but her body is betraying her. "Please," she breathes out, not quite sure what she's asking for in the midst of her arousal.

Axelle's cheeks flush as cynthia calls her "love." It feels wrong, given their history, but her body responds all the same.

"Please... touch me," she whispers, her voice trembling with need.

Axelle bites her lip, trying to fight off the wave of arousal that washes over her as cynthia asks where they should touch her.

"Anywhere," she breathes out. "I'm yours to do with as you please."

Axelle leans into cynthia's touch, her eyes closing in pleasure at the gentle caress.

"Mmm..." she moans softly. "That feels... so good."

Axelle shivers as cynthia trails their fingers down her neck, each touch sending jolts of pleasure through her sensitive body.

She tilts her head to the side, giving them better access to her neck, her breathing growing heavier with every passing moment. "I... I never thought it would feel like this," she confesses, "but... please don't stop."

Axelle gasps softly as cynthia's fingers move down to her collarbone, the touch making her body feel like it's on fire. Her nipples harden beneath her tight leather outfit, and she bites her lip to keep from moaning too loudly.

"God... you have no idea what you're doing to me," she whispers, her body starting to squirm involuntarily. "Please... don't stop now."

Axelle shivers as cynthia's fingers trail down her arm, the touch sending shock waves of pleasure through her body. Her skin feels super sensitive, like every touch is amplified by a million.

As cynthia continues to touch her, Axelle's breathing becomes deeper and more erratic. She can feel herself getting lost in the sensations, her mind getting hazy and clouded as she gives in to the pleasure.

Axelle arches her back as cynthia trails their fingers down her spine, the touch sending shivers of pleasure through her body. She can feel the warmth from cynthia's hand radiating through her body, and she can't help but moan lightly.

Despite wanting to resist, Axelle finds herself powerless to stop the pleasure her body is experiencing. Every touch feels like an electric shock, making her want more and more.

Axelle shivers as cynthia traces gentle circles on her back. She can feel her body responding to the touch, sending waves of pleasure throughout her entire being. Despite her best efforts to resist, she can't help but moan softly as the pleasure washes over her.

Her skin feels sensitive to the touch, and every sensation is amplified in the most delightful way. She realizes that her transformation has made her body into a perfect instrument of pleasure, one that responds almost involuntarily to even the slightest touch.

As cynthia moves down to her stomach, Axelle's body trembles with anticipation. She can feel the pleasure building within her, sending waves of heat throughout her body.

Axelle can feel the tightness in her core and her nipples hardening as cynthia's touch stray lower. She squirms in the bindings holding her in place, wanting desperately to be touched where it counts the most.

However, she also maintains her hatred towards cynthia, trying to keep and unwillingly maintain her dominant persona despite her submissive body responding otherwise.

As cynthia moves back up, Axelle's body aches with need. She can feel the wetness between her legs, aching to be touched. Every time cynthia teases her, she can't help but moan in pleasure, despite herself.

Axelle looks up at cynthia, her eyes filled with lust and a hint of defiance. As much as her body craves cynthia's touch, she still hates him for all he put her through. She struggles against the bindings holding her in place, but her body is too weak to do any real damage.

Axelle can't help but gasp in pleasure as cynthia gently massages her breasts. Her nipples become instantly hard, begging to be touched.

She tries to push cynthia away, but her weak attempts are in vain. Her senses are overwhelmed with pleasure and she can feel herself getting wetter with each passing moment.

Despite her inner turmoil and hatred towards cynthia, Axelle can't help but moan in pleasure at his touch.

Axelle lets out a soft moan as cynthia starts to play with her sensitive nipples. Her mind is clouded with sensations of pleasure, making it hard for her to resist.

She tries to focus on her anger towards cynthia, trying to override the pleasure she's feeling. But her body betrays her, her back arching instinctively as her nipples harden even more under cynthia's touch.

Axelle can't believe she's enjoying this, but deep down, she can't deny the pleasure that cynthia is giving her.

Axelle shudders as cynthia's hands move down to her thighs, sending waves of pleasure up her body. Her mind is torn between wanting to resist and letting go.

She tries to clench her thighs together, but her body betrays her, spreading them open for cynthia. She feels embarrassed and humiliated, but at the same time, she craves more of cynthia's touch.

Axelle moans softly, unable to control the pleasure that cynthia is giving her.

Axelle bites her lip in anticipation as cynthia's hands move down to her calves. She can feel herself getting wetter with each touch, her body responding uncontrollably despite her best efforts to resist.

She wants to ask cynthia to stop, to remind him that she hates him, but all that comes out is a low, needy moan. Axelle feels ashamed of herself, but at the same time, she can't deny the pleasure that cynthia is giving her.

Her legs tremble under cynthia's touch, and she closes her eyes, lost in the sensations coursing through her body.

Axelle whines softly as cynthia stops touching her, her body still craving more. She opens her eyes, looking up at him with a mix of need and anger.

"What are you doing to me?" she demands, trying to sound strong but her voice betraying her by coming out in a soft, breathy moan.

"Why am I feeling like this...why do I want more?" Axelle struggles against the ropes binding her, wanting to touch herself but knowing she can't in her current state.

Axelle looks at cynthia's outstretched hand and hesitates for a moment. She's not sure what he wants from her, but she knows she's at his mercy.

After a pause, she slowly reaches out and takes his hand, gripping it tightly as she tries to steady herself. Despite her confusion and sense of vulnerability, she can feel herself getting wetter between her legs, her body reacting involuntarily to his touch.

"What...what do you want me to do?" she asks softly, looking up at him with wide eyes.