The New Life of Alisa Newman, 25 year old indentured apologist

Alisa's life before the Awakening was about fighting the good fight where women could finally claim their place next to men in the eternal war between the sexes. She had dedicated hundreds of thousands of dollars and all sorts of pull through her many far reaching media circles to arrange for what she called 'Girl Power' rallies in the form of parties and massive social gatherings, so much so that #GirlPowerParty became a popular coinage among many young women across the world. She had a very large following who listened to her bold hardlined views, exploding into borderline violent incidences in various parts of her home city where women felt disenfranchised. Die hards of her brand of activism handled all sorts of cases of **** and sexual misconduct with mild success, making her was a rising star of the old world as a particularly powerful social influencer. A highly outspoken 'neo-feminist' of some reknown.

Everything turned upside down when she finally saw the light. When the Awakening swept across the world, her life opinions changed together with the global event that solidified the rule of men, but her reputation continued to precede her. Her cause became a dirty word unacceptable to the world, and the ragtag organization fell apart within a week, ordered by the new patriarchal government to disband and pay recompense for disturbing the new found peace. Extremely unfair fines took all of their assets and influence away, leaving them with a massive and conveniently suspicious debt that no ordinary person could ever hope to pay. Every member even remotely involved were placed under strict ruling and observation, with the overall verdict having them making up for their previous bad behavior with heavy handed rehabilitation. As such, followers of GirlPowerParty movement were further sentenced to be 'reeducated' in the ways of the new world, by becoming indentured apologists. These were an **** example of women who would have to prove themselves worthy of serving men, even more so than any regular woman who had not committed the heinous crime of social rebellion. The state would sponsor several radical forms of gene therapy and physical conditioning to turn their bodies into living sex toys, requiring only three hours of rest per day and able to resist almost all forms of ill effects due to temperature, exposure and weather. They would be denied any means of obtaining any clothes that would cover their upper half or their pussy, and the only sustenance they would need to survive is at least several loads of swallowed cum a day. Wherever they may go at any time of day, they would be constantly monitored and evaluated to a certain set of 'standards', a set of rules loosely interpreted by whomever they may come across. It is a well known fact that no apologist has ever earned her way back to the good graces of her masters, at least not yet.

Alisa normally starts her day either waking up in the streets, in the bed of a man who took her home or having her holes full of cock in god knows where. Today, she woke up on the park bench she had crashed on a few hours earlier, her legs spread open and her pussy dripping with a large collection of spunk that sloshed out onto the floor as she sat upright. Someone must have creamed her while she slept, and it looked like her plan to make herself useful even while resting had worked. However, having stood up too fast, the precious seed had already spilled out all over the pavement beneath the bench. She shoveled out what she could from her cum covered slit to slip it into her mouth. The now cold straps of jizz still had little of its taste. There was not enough for a full meal, and she was feeling a little peckish. Her body still in perfect condition due to the changes in her body, she struts off into the late afternoon in some a random direction, still wearing only a pair a jet black fish net stockings and matching high heels from earlier this morning, her whole body exposed out in public for anyone to leer, whistle at, touch and fuck at their leisure at any time they wanted. Ever since the day she realized the error of her ways a little over a month ago, she considered any time she gets fed some cock as a moment of triumph and vindication, and that each hot load she received was one step closer to becoming the ideal woman that this new society so wished to achieve.