Over the next two weeks, Sarah purged the feminists in the core sections of the department.  

 

For those with less than perfect performance records, she placed them on “performance management”, and nominated the most misogynistic men in the department to supervise them - often ones who had previously received complaints of sexual harassment.  She stressed to these women that their continued employment in the department depended on respecting and pleasing these men, and that they were to call their supervisors “sir”, and accept their direction as to how they should dress, behave, and perform their work.

 

Either the women would learn to submit to men - in which case they would be suitable members of Sarah’s new department - or they would get themselves fired (or just resign in disgust).  Anecdotally, Sarah heard that one supervisor had asked the woman he was supervising to admit, in writing, to being a bitch, a cunt and a whore.  Another had suggested that his female protege would do better if she stopped wearing panties and showed off more of her tits.  A third - allegedly - had straight up told his woman that she had better suck his cock if she expected to get a good report.

 

Whenever she heard these stories - of men bullying and harassing and degrading women, as a result of her instructions and policies - she was filled with crippling guilt and shame.  But at the same time, her pussy would become so wet that she would be forced to retreat to her office, close the blinds and the door, and furiously masturbate to orgasm.

 

Because of Lachlan.  Because of what Lachlan had done to her.

 

For other feminists - ones who she couldn’t simply discipline - Sarah would move them into demeaning new roles, or give them tasks they didn’t want to do.  She took a senior accounts officer and told her that her new duties were staffing the reception desk and bringing coffee for her subordinates - and instructed her to “look pretty” for the role.  She asked a feminist in the policy section to draft an extensive paper on “how women benefit from being raped” and have it published in academic journals under her name.  She told all her senior executives that if they didn’t have any immediate work to do, they should ask men if they needed any photocopying or filing done, or drinks brought to them - and then she just stopped assigning new work to the troublesome feminists.

 

Most of the women Sarah targeted in this way resigned within two weeks.  A few settled into their new roles, and even seemed to enjoy their new, simpler jobs, dedicated to supporting men.  

 

For the rest, Sarah filed fake sexual harassment claims against them, and had them dismissed.

 

And as she did this, Sarah noticed an alarming new set of thoughts within her.  When she accessed the HR files of these women, she would find herself thinking, “She’s so pretty,” and, “I wonder what she looks like naked.”

 

She would picture herself kissing the women, and rubbing her naked body against them, her tits crushing against the breasts of the woman.  

 

At first in these thoughts the women were eager - but then, increasingly, Sarah began to picture herself *forcing* the women, holding them down, kissing them as they cried, working her fingers into their unwilling cunts.

 

And always, always, in these fantasies, Lachlan was watching.

 

Sarah wasn’t a lesbian. She wasn’t.  But she had given control of her sexuality to Lachlan, and Lachlan had told her that she had a kink for lezzing off with women while men watched.  Not just that, but she had a kink for watching women being *raped*.  And because he had told her these things, they were true.

 

Each night she would go home in her pink bimbo car, with a buzzing dildo in her cunt, listening to podcasts where men explained to her how her entire gender were animals that deserved to be raped.  She would get home, and strip naked, and eat her cum-flavoured meal, and masturbate while watching rape porn.  She would turn on the sluttiest, shallowest bubblegum pop she could find, and sit nude, painting scenes of women being violated and objectified.  

 

And then, afterwards, she would stay up late working on her plan - the plan for how she would promote the rape and enslavement of every woman in her country.  The plan that Lachlan had caused her to so ambitiously pursue.

 

She would masturbate to sleep afterwards - but the thought that would fill her mind was the thought of having a girl - a pretty slut like herself - that she could lez off with, while Lachlan watched, to bring him pleasure.  Because she *hated* Lachlan - truly - but still the thought of entertaining him with a slutty lesbian performance made her pussy gush with desire, until it was all she could focus on…

 

===

 

It was a Tuesday afternoon when Sarah brought the girl to Lachlan’s office.  The girl couldn’t have been older than 21, and she was beautiful, with long brown hair, generous breasts, and the kind of pouting lips that never quite closed all the way.  She was also obviously shy, insecure - and scared by whatever circumstance had led Sarah to bring her to Lachlan’s office.

 

Lachlan could immediately tell by Sarah’s face that she was doing something she didn’t want to do - something that Lachlan’s programming had forced upon her.  There was a little angry flicker of her lips when she knew she was about to do something slutty or degrading or immoral - even if she had convinced herself that it was something she wanted or needed to do.

 

And if Lachlan had had any doubts about whether this visit was going to be normal, they were dispelled when Sarah closed and locked the door, and then closed the blinds.

 

“How can I help you this afternoon, Sarah?” asked Lachlan.  He almost called her “kitten”, but he didn’t yet know what part this pretty young brunette would play in their encounter.

 

“This is Faith O’Connell,” said Sarah.  “She’s a junior policy officer in our diversity branch.  Do you know her?”

 

“I confess I do not,” said Lachlan.

 

“Well, it seems from my perspective that Ms O’Connell has committed a serious fraud,” said Sarah, “and I wanted to get your opinion on that.”

 

Both Sarah and Faith had taken chairs by now, and Faith was blushing bright red.

 

Sarah held out a piece of paper so that Faith and Lachlan could both see it.

 

“Do you recognise this, Faith?” she asked.  “It’s your job application.”

 

“Yes, miss,” said Faith.

 

“And do you see here, where you’ve indicated your sexuality, and you’ve said you’re a lesbian?” asked Sarah.

 

“Yes, miss,” replied Faith.

 

“Do you understand why that question was important, Faith?” asked Sarah.

 

“Because my job is in the diversity branch, supporting LGBTIQA+ women,” said Faith, “and the department prefers to hire women with relevant lived experience.”

 

“That’s right,” said Sarah.  “So it would be very serious if you had lied about being a lesbian, wouldn’t it?”

 

Faith blushed, not knowing what to say.

 

“Can I ask you, Faith, do you have a girlfriend right now?” said Sarah.

 

“No, miss,” said Faith.

 

“Well, then, why don’t you tell us - when was the last time you licked a woman’s cunt?” asked Sarah.

 

Faith went even redder.  “I… uh… I mean, I’ve never…”

 

“And when was the last time a woman licked *your* cunt?” asked Sarah.

 

Faith mumbled something.

 

“Speak up, Faith,” demanded Sarah.

 

“I’m a virgin, miss,” said Faith, quietly.

 

“You mean that you have never, actually, fucked a woman?” said Sarah.

 

“No, miss,” said Faith, looking at the ground, and clearly wishing she could vanish or fall unconscious to spare herself from this humiliation.

 

“Then how on Earth do you have lived experience as a lesbian, Faith?” said Sarah.

 

“Well, I mean, I like girls,” said Faith.  “I have fantasies.  I’ve just never…”

 

“Never actually lezzed off with anyone,” said Sarah, finishing her sentence.  She turned to Lachlan.  “What do you think, sir?” she asked.

 

Lachlan almost laughed, because Sarah hadn’t even realised she’d called him “sir” in front of another person. Luckily, Faith didn’t seem to have noticed the odd title.

 

“I think we only have Faith’s word that she’s a lesbian,” said Lachlan.  “And she clearly had a strong motive to lie.  For all we know, she’s out fucking boys every night, and the thought of a woman’s pussy revolts her.”

 

“No!” protested Faith.  “No, really… I’m a lesbian…”

 

Sarah stood - and to Lachlan’s delight, she removed her skirt, revealing a bare, panty-less cunt.  (From Lachlan’s position, he could also see the stub of a vibrating butt-plug winking from her anus, pursuant to Sarah’s newly-formed beliefs about how she should dress herself.)

 

“If you’re really a lesbian, then prove it,” said Sarah.  “Get down on your knees and lick,”

 

Faith looked at her in shock.

 

“Otherwise we’ll initiate the dismissal and fraud proceedings today,” said Sarah.  “It’s your choice.”

 

There were tears in Faith’s eyes - but in slow, awkward movements, she got down off the chair, and knelt in front of Sarah.  And then, slowly, she extended her tongue and began to lick Sarah’s cunt.

 

Sarah immediately moaned, a sound of pure sexual pleasure.  She looked to Lachlan to make sure he was watching.

 

Lachlan certainly *was* watching.  In fact, he had his phone out, to film the two girls.

 

Sarah’s hands cupped Faith’s head, forcing her closer, pushing Faith’s face into Sarah’s wet twat, smearing her cunt juices over Faith’s cheeks.

 

Lachlan wished he could see what was happening in Sarah’s head.  She was likely calling herself a slut, calling herself disgusting, wondering what kind of a degraded whore would enjoy raping another woman.  And it *was* rape, with Faith’s consent coerced through faleshoods and blackmail.  It was a far more serious crime than anything they had accused Faith of.  Sarah was thinking that she had somehow become a lesbian rapist, a traitor to her entire gender.

 

And yet she wasn’t going to stop, because she wanted to cum.  She wanted to orgasm from Faith’s tongue, with Lachlan watching, so that her lesbian display would please Lachlan’s cock.

 

And after some minutes, she did, shaking, and clutching Faith against her pussy, as she orgasmed from the pleasure of raping the poor young lesbian.

 

“I’m not sure this proves anything,” said Lachlan.  “Even a heterosexual girl can lick a pussy in order to keep her job.  The real test of whether she’s a lesbian is whether she can *cum* from a woman’s tongue.”

 

“Well, can you?” asked Sarah, looking down at Faith.

 

Faith was crying, her face covered with cunt juice, but she nodded, eager to do whatever it took to prove that she hadn’t lied.

 

“Take your clothes off, sweetie,” said Sarah.  “And get up on Lachlan’s desk there.  On your back.”

 

Faith clearly didn’t want to undress in front of Sarah and Lachlan - but she was backed into a corner, figuratively and literally, and wasn’t getting out of this room without obeying.  So, slowly, she stripped.

 

Her tits and pussy turned out to be every bit as attractive as Lachlan had guessed, and her humiliation at being nude just made them hotter.  

 

Lachlan had cleaned his computer monitor and stationery off his desk, and Faith awkwardly climbed up on it, and lay on her back.

 

Sarah now stripped naked as well, exposing her gorgeous udders.  She shot Lachlan a look to remind him how much she *hated* Lachlan - hated what he had done to her, hated that she was now doing this - but she couldn’t help but also reveal how eager she was for his approval.  She wanted Lachlan to enjoy her lesbian antics, because Lachlan had forced her to want that, and she needed Lachlan to approve of her for her to find her own pleasure.  

 

Naked, she climbed up on the desk above Faith, in a 69 arrangement, her cunt over Faith’s face, and her mouth above Faith’s fuckhole.  Then she leaned forward, and began to lick the young woman’s cock-hole.

 

“I’m afraid I’m going to have to masturbate while I watch this,” said Lachlan.  “It’s really only fair, with the way you ladies are provoking me.”  And he took out his cock and began to pump it, deliberately aiming it at Faith’s face.

 

“If you don’t cum before I do, Faith,” he told her, “then you’re clearly not really a lesbian.”

 

He loved watching the torture on her face.  She was losing her virginity to Sarah’s tongue.  She was experiencing her first cunt-licking, and it was sending wild feelings of pleasure through her body - even as she was grappling with the sense of being violated, and the humiliation of performing in front of a man who was masturbating as he watched her.

 

Sarah didn’t make it easy on her.  She made no pretence of being gentle, instead sucking and even chewing on the poor girl’s clit, while shoving most of her hand up into the girl’s virginal fucktunnel.

 

“Don’t scream,” warned Lachlan.  “Don’t squeal.  Or I’ll plug your mouth with my cock.”

 

And so Faith did her best to remain quiet - until, suddenly, out of nowhere, the orgasm hit her, and she was bucking violently on the table.  She brought a hand up to cover her mouth, to prevent herself from screaming, but Lachlan slapped it away, and she couldn’t help but make a series of small, pathetic squeaks as she orgasmed.

 

Seeing her cumming, Lachlan allowed himself to find his own release.  His cock squirted cum all over Faith’s pretty face, getting in her eyes and her open mouth.  Some of it even hit Sarah’s cunt, suspended as it was above Faith’s mouth.

 

When it was done, Sarah turned around so that she could lick Lachlan’s cum off Faith’s face.

 

“Look at you,” she purred.  “What a confused, pathetic little lesbian.  What kind of lesbian orgasms from a man ejaculating on them?”

 

“I’m not… I didn’t…” objected Faith.

 

“Yes, you did,” said Sarah.  “But we can fix you.  So that you can keep working here.  So that no one will question that you’re a lesbian.  You want to be fixed, don’t you?”

 

“Yes, miss,” breathed Faith.

 

“You can be my girlfriend,” said Sarah.  “You can live with me and lick my pussy and do what I tell you.  And we can fuck while Lachlan watches.  Won’t that be nice?”

 

She mewled with fear and horror.

 

“It’s okay,” said Sarah.  “You’ll want to soon.  I know you will.”

 

And then she looked up at Lachlan and said, “I think this poor little lesbian needs the Securo-System, don’t you?”

 

===

 

It didn’t end up being hard to convince Faith to go into the Securo-System.  She had just fucked her boss and let a man cum on her.   She didn’t even know now if she really was a lesbian.  She felt fucked-up and insecure and she was sure she deserved to be punished for *something*, even if she wasn’t sure exactly what it was.

 

While the machine did its work on her, Lachlan fucked Sarah, who responded with passion and lust.  Her brain must have been hell - filled with conflicting programming, overcoming with guilt and shame at what she had done, and what she was doing.  It was really a blessing to allow her to stop thinking and just be fucked.

 

By the time Lachlan had deposited a fresh load of cum in Sarah’s unprotected womb, Faith’s reprogramming was done, and she emerged from the hypnotic Securo-System with a small set of new beliefs.

 

First - that she was a bad lesbian and deserved to be punished for her sexuality.

 

Two - that Sarah knew better than she did, and that she should do whatever Sarah told her to do, because Sarah was her girlfriend and she loved Sarah.

 

Three - that proper lesbian relationships were inherently slutty and constantly degraded their female participants, and in any case only existed for the sexual entertainment of men.

 

And four - that Faith couldn’t be trusted with her own sexuality, and her sexuality needed to be supervised by a man - specifically Lachlan - and that whatever Lachlan told her about her sexuality was true.

 

Lachlan kissed Faith on the lips as she emerged, confused, from the machine.

 

“There’s a good little pet,” he told her.  “Now, it’s five pm, so why don’t you go home with your girlfriend so you can lick her pussy while she watches her rape porn tonight?”

 

“Yes, sir,” whispered Faith, her eyes glazed.

 

“Oh, and Kitten?” said Lachlan to Sarah.  “I don’t think a pet like this should get to ride in the passenger seat.  I think when she’s in your car she should travel naked, in the boot, don’t you?”

 

“Yes, sir,” said Sarah.  “Naked in the boot.”

 

“Stream your rape of her tonight, so that I can enjoy it, Kitten,” he told her.  “I’ll be watching.”

 

“Yes, sir,” said Sarah.

 

And the look in her eyes as she said this was one of pure hatred - but she didn’t even realise that her mouth was curling up into a pretty smile, as her brain told her how happy she was that a man would be watching her lesbian performance…

 

He leaned in and whispered to her.

 

“But of course, blackmailing a subordinate into sex is *definitely* against the Code of Conduct, Kitten… so tomorrow we can decide what you’re surrendering next…”

 

(TO BE CONTINUED)