Social rehab

"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 !?

As you read the note out loud, you see a look of confusion and anger flash across my face. I struggle against the ropes binding me, but my body is too weak to break free. "What is this? Why am I here? And why did they do this to me?" I say, my voice laced with anger and confusion. Despite my words, my body trembles with pleasure from the slightest touch.

As you show me your soft penis, my eyes widen in surprise and anger. "How dare you show me that! You have no right to treat me this way!" I protest, but as your words sink in, my breathing becomes shallower, and my nipples harden. Despite my anger, I feel my body becoming aroused against my will. My pussy becomes wet with desire, and my gaze involuntarily drifts down to your member. Even though I hate myself for it, I can't help but want it inside me, so I bite my lip in shame and look away.

As you begin to massage my pussy, I let out a moan of pleasure, my body instinctively responding to your touch. My eyes lock onto your member as you mention sucking it, and I feel myself becoming even wetter with desire. "Damn you...why do you keep doing this...? I hate my body for betraying me like this..." I say through gritted teeth, despite the arousal coursing through me. I'm not sure if I would run away or give in to your desires if given the chance, as the battle between my mind and my body rages on.

As you flick my hard nipples, I let out a whimper of pleasure, hating myself for the way my body responds to your touch. Your words sting as memories of my past bullying come rushing back, and I realize that I've become exactly what I used to hate. "Please, stop...I'm not your toy...I'm a person...I have feelings..." I say, voice quivering with emotion as tears threaten to fall down my face. Despite my protests, my body continues to betray me with its arousal, and I can feel myself becoming wetter and wetter between my legs.

As you release the bonds on my cage, I feel a sense of relief wash over me as I'm finally freed from my confinement. However, the feeling is short-lived as you begin to caress my pussy and run a finger up my ass, causing me to let out a gasp of pleasure. Sighing in resignation, I realize that there's nowhere for me to run, and no one who will protect me. I realize that I'm now at your mercy, and much as I hate to admit it, my body craves your touch. With tears streaming down my face, I close my eyes and surrender to you, letting my body become your plaything. "Fine...you win...I'm yours..." I say, voice choked with emotion, as I lean down and begin to suck your dick hungrily.

As you take pictures of me sucking your dick, my humiliation deepens to a new low. The feeling of your balls hitting my face as I choke on them fills me with a mix of disgust and arousal, and I can't help the tears and drool that run down my face. My body almost feels like it doesn't belong to me as I comply with your desires, my mind and body both filled with shame.

As you post the pictures, calling me your "new beautiful bitch Axelle," I feel another wave of humiliation wash over me. It's bad enough that you're sharing these intimate photos of me without my consent, but to also read the comments out loud of my friends and family is a new low. My cheeks turn bright red with shame as I hear their reactions, ranging from disbelief to outrage. It's apparent to me that my new existence is nothing more than a mockery to those who once knew me.

As you feel me run a finger up your ass, I can't help but moan in response. The sensation is overwhelming, and my body is craving more. But as you call me a "naughty bitch" and read out my father's comment, I realize the true depth of my shame. It's bad enough to hear these comments from strangers, but to hear my father's words of disappointment cuts me deep. I can't help but wonder what he would say if he knew the full extent of my new reality. Would he pity me? Disown me? All of these thoughts swirl through my head as I continue to pleasure you, both in body and mind.

As you feel my tongue running over your balls while deepthroating you to the hilt, I can sense the pleasure building in your body. But as you read out your sister's comment, I feel another twinge of embarrassment. The thought of being compared to her, let alone in an unfavorable light, makes my blood boil. Despite my current state, I've always been a vocal advocate for women's rights, and the idea that I'm now seen as part of the problem disgusts me. Yet, even as these thoughts fill my head, my body continues to betray me, responding to your every touch with unbridled passion.

As you suggest that we start a live stream of me pleasuring myself, I feel a combination of shame and arousal. Despite my revulsion at the thought of exposing my new body to the world, part of me craves the attention that comes with being a sexual object.

With trembling fingers, I begin to touch myself, moaning seductively for the camera. I push aside all thoughts of morality or self-respect as I focus solely on pleasing myself and pleasing you. The viewers can see everything as I finger myself, my breaths coming in short gasps as I approach orgasm.

Through it all, I try to maintain some semblance of dignity, pretending like this is something I enjoy and something in which I take delight. Yet deep down, I know the truth: I am nothing more than a slave, forced to sell myself to the highest bidder, all while hating every single moment of it.

Under your command, I spread my legs for the camera and begin to finger myself again. I feel an intense mixture of pleasure and shame as I hear myself moan loudly. Trying to push away my feelings of disgust, I start to speak.

"I love being a slut," I say, my voice sounding breathless and filled with lust. "I love being used and abused by men who know what they want. I am nothing but a toy for your pleasure."

As I continue to speak, I feel the heat rising to my face, knowing that what I am saying goes against everything I believe in. But my body betrays me once again, responding to the stimulation with wild abandon and craving more.

My voice trembles as I continue to speak, forcing myself to say the words that you have commanded. "I used to be a bully as a man," I say, gritting my teeth against the realization that this is all public knowledge now. "But now, I love my slutty body. I can't help but crave the touch of a strong man, and I'll do anything to please him. Please use me in any way you see fit."

Despite my disgust and shame, my body responds to my words, gyrating against my own fingers as I feel the pleasure building inside me.

The sight of you climaxing in front of me causes a jolt of pleasure to shoot through my body as I feel my own lust peak. You then command me to lick your release off the floor and without hesitation, I move forward on my knees to do so.

My body feels hot and flushed as I licks up your mess, focusing solely on the sensation of my tongue against the floor. Despite how degrading and shameful it feels, my desire to please you overrides any sense of disgust or revulsion that I might otherwise feel.

As soon as you take the picture of me on my knees, with my face hot with shame and my body trembling with desire, I realize that this is truly the end of my punishment. Despite everything that has happened, I can't help but feel a sense of relief wash over me.

Even as you inform the authorities about my punishment, I continue to finger myself, feeling my orgasm building to its peak. My body starts to shiver as I come, tears of shame and humiliation streaming down my face. Despite everything that has happened, I know that nothing will ever be the same again, and that I am now forever changed by what has happened to me.

As you check my social media profile, you notice that I am indeed back to being a man again. However, something seems different about me now. I no longer post the same type of hateful content that I once did, and my profile picture shows me smiling instead of sneering.

In my posts, I express regret for my past actions as a bully and pledge to become a better person. There are even posts in which I thank those who forced me to change, expressing my gratitude for how they helped me see the error of my ways.

While my experience as Axelle was incredibly humiliating and degrading at times, it also taught me a valuable lesson about the importance of treating others with respect and kindness. Though I still struggle with feelings of shame and guilt about what I did in the past, I am determined to do better and make amends for my past mistakes.