A year ago, Dina could never have imagined that this would be her life. The young lesbian had so much going for her. She finally had a group of friends who accepted her for who she was and supported her in all her needs. Dina lived in fear now. The Organization had come to power a year ago on the promise of eradicating homosexuality by any means necessary. Backed by a resurgent church and powerful wealthy donors, the loose coalition of LGBT groups that stood in its way were helplessly crushed. Her friend group had vanished like a mist into the dark night of the new regime. The first night of their rule, a gay bar down the street had gotten raided and everyone was arrested. Dina knew that the pigs in uniform treated lesbians a bit better than gay men but she couldn't help shivering in fear of what would happen to her when they got to her. As the months passed, Dina tried to keep a low profile. She was openly lesbian before but she didn't have it plastered on her social media or anything. Maybe she had that going for her? Or maybe it didn't matter because everyone could sort of tell anyways. Dina had gotten a brick through her first floor apartment window last month but she was clinging onto hope that this was just a phase, that society would go back to being normal after a while. 

On this usual sunday morning, Dina had done her laps at the pool, after her manditory attendance at the church of course. The water was always a comforting reminder of Dina's old world. She swam vigorously and now needed some relaxation. In spite of the endless annoyance of male attention, she wore the sexiest bikini she owned, if only for the slim chance that another girl like her looked her way. Dina had gone so long without lesbian love. She was craving a woman so bad. She stepped into the sauna room and was greeted by a sight that took her breath away. A young woman was lounging in her yellow string bikini. Her tan body was so perfectly shaped, toned but still soft, curvy but still perfectly composed. She looked like a greek statue. The girl brushed a lock of brown hair from her olive green eyes. Almost crystaline. The stranger smiled. Something about the way her hair was clipped signaled to Dina that she was a lesbian like her. It was too good to be true.

"Hello", Dina extended her hand to the girl, "I'm Dina."

"I'm Niamh", the girl smiled. She seemed so sweet. The two hit it off instantly. They lounged, bodies piled together. Dina's face went slack, lost in her eyes. Niamh told her that she had something to show her. Dina followed Niamh in happy anticipation into the changerooms where Niamh had found a private changing stall. Dina could only look on in amazement as Niamh ripped off her bikini to reveal the sexiest breasts Dina had ever seen. Dina put her mouth on Niamh's left tit. She craved Niamh's vital essence so bad. She tried to suck it in with her lustful mouth. Niamh pulled Dina's head off her and pushed it against the wall. She laid a finger to shush her new lover who had become so mesmerized by her beauty as she went down on her cunt. Dina could barely hold in her moan as Niamh's experienced tongue went to work.

From that moment on, Dina was Niamh's slave. I would do anything for this strange beauty, Dina thought as Niamh drove the two to her house. It should have sent alarm bells that a girl in her early 20s who was driving an old beat up Toyota had a house to herself. The housing market was so badly inflated that any rational part of Dina's mind that hadn't been drowned out in lust should have picked up that something wasn't right. But Dina was too deeply in love. The olive skinned beauty just talked her way into Dina's heart as she drove her into her trap. The moment Dina followed Niamh into her house, agents of the Organization sprung up and sedated Dina. The last thing she remembered was looking into Niamh's sweet eyes as the girl's hand covered her screams.

It had been God knows how long since Dina had gotten here. It had all been a haze. She vaguely remembered blinking open through the sleep medication she was injected with to see Niamh talking with the agents. Niamh was asking about her next assignment when an agent that had snuck up behind her, pricked her with a needle. The last thing Dina saw was Niamh collapsing in their arms. Dina also remembered her first brainwash session. She thought that she was such a lesbian that it could never work on her, but those hypnotic visuals in her VR headset did make a compelling case for heterosexuality. Between that and lulling her mind into a soft submissive state, Dina wasn't sure what was real and what wasn't anymore. She was carried off from that session dazed and disoriented and vaguely horny for the strong arms of the male guard that were wrapped around her.

In between the first and second brainwashing sessions, Dina had actually gotten to talk with Niamh. Her suspicions were confirmed. Niamh was a bisexual slut who had been caught by the organization with another girl. They offered a choice to either get brainwashed herself or become an agent for the organization, luring in lesbians like Dina with her impossibly fine looks and her killer body. Of course, if she picked the first option, they could brainwash her into being their agent anyways, but Niamh didn't even try to resist. The was she talked about it made it sound like it was a cold calculation for her. That sweet affect she put on when she met Dina was a façade for her true sociopathic nature. Dina didn't know if she could hate someone more than she hated Niamh. How could she deceive her like that? And to think that once Niamh had caught Dina, the Organization turned on that evil bitch and was now brainwashing her into heterosexual servitude right beside her victim was such a sweet revenge.

You like cock, not pussy

Dina strained against the chair. She was tied down now, for the umpteenth time, being brainwashed into forced heterosexuality. And Niamh was the reason why.

You like cock, not pussy

Every time she thought about that seductive devil, her blood boiled over. How could someone be so sweet but fake, so callous with those big doe eyes? Her headset played a loop of static, strange blobs, spirals, all perfectly choreographed to beat her mind into submission. She knew that right about now, a phallus would be mixed into the hypnotic imagery, standing in front of her like a monument to her surrender. She would begin to lust for it as the mind controlled slave she is. And... there it was.

You like cock, not pussy

Part of her mind wanted to forget girls forever and become the heterosexual slave her captors were programming her to be. It would be so easy, to let go, to be controlled forever. "I like..." Dina stopped herself. It would be so easy for her to mindlessly repeat the programmed instruction over and over again like a slave. Part of her wondered if this was what Niamh was doing right now, giving into her masters and letting them turn her into the hetero slut they wanted her to be.

You like cock, not pussy

Dina tried to hold on. She had to hold on The phallic brainwashing was so strong. She really was starting to crave cock. But Dina wanted to hold out. She didn't want her old self to die. What if she could like cock and pussy? In a frenzy, Dina's weak mind searched for something, anything to latch onto. In the heat of the moment, she thought of Niamh again. Her body so perfectly sculpted in the sauna's haze. Dina had hated Niamh so much that she wanted to forget that traitorous bitch ever existed. But she couldn't. She was a slave for Niamh's body. Dina imagined the powerful, naked Niamh who had seduced her into her destruction standing over her, approvingly nodding as the helpless Dina was brainwashed into liking men. Dina wanted to suck a cock so bad. She wanted to give into her programming as a slave to Niamh's perfect naked body so bad. Her thoughts drifted between the two opposite lusts as she began sucking the imaginary cock generated in front of her by the hypnotic visuals. The programming told her that women's bodies were gross. If they were so gross, how could Niamh be so sexy? She had to hold onto that for her sanity.

Dina's vision had been dark for some time before someone finally ripped her headset off. Her eyes adjusted to the dim light of the asylum for a moment before she instinctively pulled down the worker's pants and started sucking his cock. There was no resistance. Her lesbian days were over. She sucked and sucked. At firsther movements were robotic but as the man reached climax, Dina's lust drove her into more and more frenzied pumps. The cock was so hard and Dina was so hungry. As the man climaxed, hot seed spilled down Dina's accepting throat. She was a hetero bitch now, having lost to Niamh's cruel game.

Dina walked into the lounge. The her daily mind control pills had left a bitter taste on her tongue. Seated on a chair was a defeated Niamh. Dina had no hate for her anymore. She loved the power that Niamh's body had on her. She loved that she had wound up here in pursuit of the impossible beauty who had turned out to be an undercover agent of her destruction.

"Remember me?", Dina smiled. Niamh wore the same blank stare on her face. Dina kissed her and lifted up her skirt.

"I... I like cock... not pussy", the mindfucked Niamh whispered.

"You know that's not true"

Pulling aside Niamh's black panties, Dina stared at the girl's cunt.

"You know who you really are, my mistress."

Dina went in. Niamh's eyelid twitched. A soft moan escaped her mouth. Some long forgotten part of her seemed to awake as she grinded her hips into Dina's mouth. A brief moment of lesbian love seemed to last for a lifetime before Niamh's programming kicked in again and she pulled Dina's head off her cunt.

"You know I don't like girls anymore", Niamh pouted. Dina could see the sadness in the girl's eyes. She wanted to reach out and remove the evil block that the organization had put in her mind.

The alarm rang and the guards rushed in to pull the girls back to their scheduled programming sessions. Neither of them tried to resist. As they dragged the girls apart, Dina had one last chance to cry out, "I will always be a slave to you, Niamh!"