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CONVERSION ILLUSION

CODES: ff sf mc

SYNOPSIS:

Imperial Re-Education agent Naliya is stuck with another routine assignment of conditioning a personal slave for a well-connected official. However, this case has an unusual complication.

DISCLAIMERS:

This story is a work of fiction; any apparent resemblance between the characters in this story and any actual persons living or dead is purely coincidental and unintentional.

Do not read this story if you are under the age of 18 or if explicit sexual fiction is illegal in your jurisdiction.

This story contains mind control and explicit descriptions of foreplay and sexual activities between women. If any of these concepts disturb you, find something else to read.

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CONVERSION ILLUSION

Naliya Orloff sighed as she read the message. It was another frivolous “special job” for the Special Re-Education Directorate.

Of course, it had been assigned to her. They always were, ever since Assistant Director Krivetz had decided to get back at her for “stealing her boyfriend”. The guy was another jerk who had been gone within a month, but the feud lingered on. She wondered when she’d get another normal and useful assignment, like correcting the allegiance of a rebel prisoner whose skills were too valuable for internment or execution.

Instead, she got the “giftwrapping” assignments. Occasionally, the Emperor or the Central Committee or some other grand high muckity-muck would reward a favorite with a fancy certificate authorizing the lucky winner to pick out a not-so-lucky winner from among the rebel prisoners like an Eridani Cuttleprawn at the restaurant aquarium. The chosen one would then receive a modified version of the standard obedience conditioning to serve his or her new master or mistress as a loyal attendant, servant, and concubine.

These assignments were always aggravating. She had to act like a personal shopper, since anyone important enough to receive such a reward was far too busy, or at least far too self-important, to personally review each and every capture report. She had to find out just what the recipient wanted and review the files to select candidates for consideration. Preferences based on height, weight, and hair or eye color could be filtered automatically. Other common requests, such as “big boobs” or “washboard abs”, had to be sorted out one photo at a time. Still others, like the ever-popular “cute butt”, were uselessly vague.

Dealing with Admiral Meghan MacNeary was worse than usual. She’d been sending three or four messages a week over the past two months, complaining about her failure to find a suitable trim petite elfin-faced green-eyed redhead, or rejecting the latest petite elfin-faced green-eyed redhead Naliya had found, or directing Naliya to start looking for a trim petite elfin-faced blue-eyed or perhaps hazel-eyed redhead instead, or switching back to the original trim petite elfin-faced green-eyed redhead search.

Finally, she found a candidate that met with the admiral’s approval. She immediately replied, requesting signed authorization to begin prisoner processing. Once that was on file, MacNeary’s finicky and fluctuating demands would no longer be her problem.

Instead, she got a reply asking her to confirm that the woman in question was currently heterosexual and directing her to add homosexual imprinting to the obedience conditioning process. Reading the admiral’s unnecessarily detailed description of the “supernova hot” initiation into lesbianism that awaited the new slavegirl, Naliya got the distinct impression that the message had been typed with one hand.

After planting her face on the desk and scrunching her eyes shut for a long moment, Naliya gave some thought to her response. The first part was no problem. The files on Miss Jaelynn Knechtel confirmed that she had been involved with several boyfriends, lived with a man in her civilian life, and was sharing her quarters with a man when her ship was disabled and captured. There were no indications pointing in the other direction.

As for the second part, her first impulse was to just tell the admiral what she wanted to hear. She realized that was a very bad idea. All she had to do was ask her new slavegirl—who would of course answer truthfully—whether or not she considered herself to be a “lesbian”, and the deception would be exposed.

The other option was to rationally explain the situation. The thrall conditioning program was designed to instill preferences and desires directed to an individual, not a gender. It might be possible to reprogram the cerebral transmodulator to perform the latter function, given a full research team, a multi-megacredit budget, and a few years to work. Nobody had ever bothered; there was no point to it. For all practical purposes, fixation on Master or Mistress was a thrall’s sexual orientation.

That approach probably wouldn’t work either. Naliya took another look at the admiral’s closing sigline: “Nothing is impossible if you have the grit and the wit and just won’t quit.” It sounded like an inspiring can-do motto, but what it actually expressed was stubborn resistance to reality. She remembered the steady stream of complaints about how slowly the search was proceeding, and how useless it had been to explain that trim petite elfin-faced green-eyed redheads were a rather rare commodity. She wondered how the hell that woman had made it through the Academy, much less risen to flag rank.

“Nothing is impossible if you have the grit and the wit and just won’t quit.” she sing-sang mockingly, followed by a growled “More like ‘Nothing is impossible if somebody else has to do it’, you two-bit full-of-shit twit....”

The problem was that everything was impossible when you had to deal with somebody who has an unreal idea stuck in her head....

Aha! The solution clicked into place.

Of course the slave would tell her mistress the truth... as she understood it. She’d be aware that she’d been brainwashed, but would have no way of knowing the full details of the process. She didn’t need to be actually converted to lesbianism; she just needed to think she had. Then, she’d tell her mistress what she wanted to hear, and everyone would be satisfied.

She confirmed Jaelynn Knechtel’s current location and checked the current courier schedules. Then she sent a reply to Admiral MacNeary, assuring her that she would have her straight-to-lesbian convert within a week once she confirmed her selection. That documentation was in her inbox two minutes later. She made arrangements to have Jaelynn Knechtel transferred to her custody and delivered to her in five days.

She made a few calendar notations to remind herself to have all the preparations in place.

* * *

Jaelynn Knechtel lay on a wide padded platform. She wore a tight-fitting red robe and a silver helmet that covered most of her head. Thick cloth straps held her down just in case something went wrong, but as always the precaution had proven unnecessary.

Readouts on the helmet and the nearby computer screen provided detailed information about the subliminal sonics and hypnotic images and neural induction inputs. After a little while, green lights flashed to indicate that the process was complete. Jaelynn was ready to begin her new life as a contented thrall, submissively obedient to her Mistress. The system went to standby mode, keeping her safely unconscious until Naliya was ready to awaken her.

Naliya was ready, but still a bit hesitant. Slowly and carefully, she double-checked the readouts. As always, they were exactly as expected. She knew that she was just stalling while she worked herself up to doing this.

“Might as well get it over with,” she thought. “Just pretend I’m doing it to pump up some big studly guy’s big hard dick.”

She deactivated the system and removed the straps and helmet.

Jaelynn blinked, and blinked again. Her gaze finally focused on Naliya.

“Mistress?” As usual, Naliya had set the program so that the subject would recognize her as ‘Mistress’ until she was presented with the implanted triggers that would imprint her on her new owner.

“Yes, Jaelynn. Call me ‘Mistress’.” She unzipped and removed her boots, then climbed onto the platform.

“Wha... what are you doing?” she protested as Naliya moved into place beside her.

Not all of MacNeary’s requirements had been ridiculous and unreasonable. The “demure innocent” response to being propositioned was a common request. Apparently about one owner in three thought it was cute and hot for their concubines to put up a show of reluctance before inevitably giving in.

“What does it look like I’m doing? I’m getting into bed with you!” She lay down at the other woman’s left side. “Move over and make room for me.”

Jaelynn scooted over to her right. The duo settled into position, Jaelynn on her back and Naliya on her side facing her. Naliya then reached out and began playfully twirling the other woman’s hair around her finger.

“What...? No.... Stop it....”

She ran her fingers through long red hair, fingernails gently stroking her companion’s scalp.

“I... I... please stop...”

Expecting the protests, Naliya was prepared to use them as a springboard. “If you really don’t want me to do this, why don’t you try to stop me? Why did you make room for me to join you? Why don’t you try to escape? And, most of all, why do you like it?“

“You brainwashed me!” Jaelynn replied. It was an explanation that didn’t address any of the specific issues. She made no attempt to dispute any of the assertions, including the crucial final one.

Naliya drew closer to whisper into the redhead’s ear. “That’s right, Jaelynn. You’ve been brainwashed.” She flicked out her tongue to touch her companion’s earlobe. “You’ve been brainwashed to be loyal...” Tongue flick. “...and obedient...” Tongue flick. “...and submissive...” She moved in to gently nibble on Jaelynn’s earlobe. Finally, she added, “...and lesbian.“

She resumed the nibbling long enough to let that sink in, then continued. “You know it’s true, Jaelynn. You don’t fight me because you’re loyal.... You made room for me when I asked because you’re obedient.... You let me touch you wherever I want because you’re submissive....” She paused a bit longer before concluding, “You like it because you’re a lesbian now.“

Jaelynn did like being played with by her Mistress, her perfunctory protestations notwithstanding. Her programming made sure of that. The question now was whether she’d accept that as proof that she’d been converted to lesbianism, or whether she’d hide behind some rationalization to preserve her heterosexual self-image.

“I... I... but I remember being straight...” she finally responded.

“That was then; this is now.” Naliya’s tone shifted to that of an adult asking a small child if he really expected anybody to believe that rebel commandos had stolen all the candy. “How can you be ‘straight’ when you like having another woman play with your hair and nibble on your ear?“

She sputtered a bit. Finally, she burst out, “Anybody could like getting that from anybody!”

Naliya suppressed a sigh. It wasn’t going to be quite as easy as she’d hoped. She was going to have to escalate the encounter from suggestive homoerotic innuendo to blatant homosexual intimacy.

She drew herself up until she was kneeling. At her command, Jaelynn scooted back toward the middle of the platform, allowing Naliya enough room to swing a leg over her body and straddle her. She braced her legs against the redhead’s sides and leaned forward to loom over her.

“We both know why girls kiss girls. They do it for two reasons. Either they’re trying to get some guy hot and bothered, or they like kissing another girl.“

She made a great show of looking all around. “There aren’t any guys here, Jaelynn. The only reason for us to kiss is because we like it.“

Jaelynn looked like she was trying to say something, but trailed off. It was probably the obvious objection—Naliya apparently wanted to kiss her, but she didn’t necessarily want to kiss Naliya. However, that thought conflicted with her programmed imperative: “What Mistress likes, I like.” The idea was thus simply unthinkable to her.

Naliya put on an exaggerated mock-thoughtful expression. “What kind of girl likes to kiss another girl?” She smirked. With steel in her tone, she declared, “A girl who likes to kiss another girl is a lesbian. A girl who likes to kiss another girl is gay. A girl who likes to kiss another girl is homosexual. A girl who likes to kiss another girl is queer A girl who likes to kiss another girl is a dyke. No ‘if’s, ‘and’s, or ‘but’s about it!“

This time, it would be much harder for her to invoke the “but anybody could enjoy doing that with anybody” loophole. Mistress had repeatedly told her in an emphatic commanding tone that kissing another girl and liking it was definitive proof of lesbianism. The fact that it wasn’t really true didn’t matter; her obedience programming would make it almost impossible for her to dispute it.

This ought to work. There was only one way to find out if it would.

She braced her hands against the padding and slowly lowered herself onto the prone woman.

Jaelynn lay back and waited for it, not protesting, not attempting to evade.

Their lips met. Naliya’s tongue met momentary resistance, but was then allowed it to slide into Jaelynn’s mouth.

“Mmmmm.... MmmmmMMMMMmmmmm... MMMMMMMM!” Naliya sighed as loudly as she could manage under the circumstances, encouraging the thrall to feel the pleasure that came from gratifying her Mistress. She extended her legs and positioned her body atop the other woman’s to crank up the heat. Maybe she should have gotten both of them naked first so she could properly rub tits into tits and cunt into cunt....

She tensed and froze. What the hell? She was straight. She was doing this because she had to, not because she wanted to!

A familiar tingle between her legs said otherwise.

“It really is something anybody could enjoy doing with anybody!“ she told herself. “Or maybe I’m just getting off on personally dominating her.“ She’d occasionally daydreamed about having her own thrall. She was nowhere near important enough to get official permission, but there were ways to arrange it unofficially and probably get away with it....

She pushed the daydream aside and forced herself to face reality. Obviously, she wasn’t as “straight” as she’d thought she was.

If she really hadn’t wanted to do this, she could have come up with some other way. She could have gotten some lesbian porn or even just plain old naked-girl porn and jilled herself off while Jaelynn watched it. Her “Mistress’s pleasure gives me pleasure” programming would have gotten her hot and bothered, thereby “proving” her conversion to lesbianism. Why hadn’t she thought of that before?

Was it because, deep down, she wanted lesbian intimacy but needed to be “forced” into it?

Her attention snapped back to the here and now as she felt Jaelynn’s tongue pressing against hers. She was actively enjoying herself. That was a good sign, suggesting that she was accepting the situation without trying to make excuses for herself.

Naliya broke off the kiss and looked down at Jaelynn. This was the moment of truth.

“Jaelynn, I am ordering you to answer this question honestly. Are you a lesbian now?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

There was no hesitation, no uncertainty. She was convinced. They didn’t need to continue.

Naliya desperately wanted to continue... but she couldn’t. She’d sometimes requested, and usually received, permission to give new male thralls a sexual “road test”, but that was out of the question in this case. The admiral would arrive the day after tomorrow to collect her new sex slave, and she had been quite clear about her intention to be Jaelynn’s first female lover. Everything they’d done so far could be explained away as “making sure that she’s a lesbian now”, but she didn’t dare push it any further.

There was one thing she could do to obtain a bit of relief, however. She set up the threedee camera array and directed Jaelynn through a wide range of poses and moves, first in her robe, then in her bra and panties, and finally in the nude. She’d edit the recordings into a “preview video” and transmit it to MacNeary when her flagship emerged from hyperspace.

The admiral didn’t need to know that she’d operated the recording gear one-handed or that she’d saved a copy for herself.

* * *

Admiral MacNeary looked Jaelynn up and down as she watched the flashing lights and listened to Naliya recite the codewords. The thrall stood still for five seconds, and then another five. MacNeary glared at Naliya and coughed pointedly.

Finally, Jaelynn turned to the admiral. “Mistress?”

“Yes!” The admiral leered. “I’m your mistress, and you’re my slavegirl.”

“Yes, Mistress!” the redhead agreed.

MacNeary sidled up to her new pet and planted her hand on the younger girl’s backside. She squirmed away slightly, though not enough to break away from the grope. “Stop that!” she protested.

The hand stayed firmly in place. “Tell me, darling, are you ready to go from being straight to being queer?”

“Naliya already made me gay—I wish you wouldn’t be so crude about it.” she replied as she went through the motions of trying to pull her Mistress’ hand up to her hip without actually moving it. “Please, you’re embarrassing me....“

Naliya clarified as the admiral turned to glare at her. “She means I flipped her from heterosexual from homosexual during the conditioning process, just like you asked.”

Realizing what was bothering her Mistress, Jaelynn chimed in, “Naliya did get a little bit fresh with me, but she had to do that to make sure I’m gay now.” Good, she’d followed that bit of coaching perfectly.

“Hey, I’m straight!” Naliya interjected. “Well... mostly.” Jilling off to the videos was enough to scratch that itch for the time being, but she had a feeling that sooner or later she’d need to find herself a woman who would be amenable to occasional hookups with a bi-leaning-hetero partner.

Admiral MacNeary drew herself up, drawing the undivided attention of the other two women. Looking Jaelynn in the eye, she asked, “I mean, are you ready to be officially initiated as a queer?” She gave the redhead’s butt a squeeze just in case there was any doubt about her meaning.

Jaelynn squealed in “demure innocent” indignation. “You mean initiated as a cheap slut!” she protested. “I’m not that kind of girl!“

“We’ll just see about that... in my quarters,” the admiral leered.

“Well... if you insist.” As requested, she’d been programmed with the “quick-folding” version of the “demure innocent” act rather than the “slow-building seduction” variety. “Could you at least put your hand on my hip instead of my rear end when we’re out in public?“

Naliya interrupted the admiral’s departure to present her with Jaelynn’s “accessory kit”: a travel case containing an assortment of basic personal supplies and a half-dozen outfits ranging from “prim and proper” to “naughtier than naked”. “Good luck on your exploration where no woman has gone before,” she quipped.

The admiral chuckled, and shook Naliya’s hand. “I know that dealing with me is a colossal pain in the ass. I just hope you realize that’s because I want everything to be right, for me and for her. And, most of all, I want to say ‘thank you’ for all your hard work.“

She squelched the temptation to ask the woman in front of her who she was and what she’d done with that jackass Admiral Moron McNinny. Instead, she replied, “You’re welcome. As for the hard work, that just goes to show that ‘nothing is impossible if you have the grit and the wit and just won’t quit’.”

The admiral’s grin was a bit forced, suggesting that she was perfectly well aware that she was being cynically flattered.

Having delivered the setup, Naliya proceeded to the payoff. “I took the liberty of teaching Jaelynn a clever motto of her own.” She gave the other woman a little nod.

Jaelynn cast a smoldering glance at her Mistress. “I like tits and slits and I won’t quit till I hit the clit.”

The admiral burst out laughing. “That’s just the attitude I’m looking for!” she chuckled when she could speak again. She looked Jaelynn up and down again, then turned to Naliya. “Now if you’ll excuse us, we’re going to be rather... busy.”

As the women turned to go, MacNeary’s hand shifted up to Jaelynn’s hip, as requested. Naliya enjoyed one final glance at the redhead’s rump.

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FINIS