Alice + Richard = 'French Maid Drone'

Richard opens the door to see Alice, looking as innocent and yet stunning, as ever.

“Hey,” she greets Richard, “I'm here for my last boxes, like we discussed...”

She hopes this will go without any drama. Richard moves to let her in and Alice passes, her straight blonde hair flowing behind her. She knows that Richard didn't handle it well when she broke up, but after all the drama and the begging, Richard finally seemed to accept the fact and slowly moved on. She was still worried about his reactions. Richard became a bit unpredictable lately, especially when it came to her new boyfriend, Mike. Richard did seem fine, for now at least; Maybe a bit agitated.

Richard offers her something to drink, but Alice shakes her head, “I really just want to get this over with.”

Richard's eyes narrow slightly at Alice's rejection of his offer, a flicker of annoyance passing across his features before he composes himself. “Of course, I understand. Please, make yourself at home while I retrieve your belongings.”

He turns and strides down the hallway, his long legs eating up the distance. A moment later, he returns with nothing but a small cardboard box.

She frowns as she sees the tiny box Richard brings out. This couldn't possibly be everything. There were supposed to be many more boxes. Many!

“Wait, where's the rest?” she asks incredulously, hands on hips.

“This is all you need, Alice,” Richard says calmly, setting the little box down on the coffee table. He seems... amused? Like he's enjoying watching her reaction.

Alice's blood starts to boil. What kind of game is he playing? Trying to keep her things hostage so she has to come back again? Typical Richard manipulation tactics.

“No way, Richard. I had several big moving boxes stored here. Clothes, books, mementos... Where are they?”

He chuckles softly, shaking his head. “You know, Alice, when we lived together, you always complained about me not doing enough around the house. Always nagging me to help with the chores.”

His tone is light, almost playful, but there's an undercurrent of something else beneath it. Something sharper.

“Do you remember those arguments, love? How frustrated you would get?”

“Of course I remember,” she snaps, crossing her arms defensively. “What's your point, Richard? Are you trying to guilt trip me or something?”

She hates that he's bringing up old grievances right now, when all she wants to do is collect her stuff and leave. Why does he have to make everything so difficult?

“Look, I don't have time for this walk down 'shit-memory lane'.”

Richard smiles enigmatically, gesturing towards the small box on the table. “Open it, Alice. I think you'll find everything you need in there.”

There's something odd about his tone, a certainty that makes Alice uneasy. But curiosity gets the better of her and she steps closer, rolls her eyes, and reaches out to lift the lid off the box.

As soon as Alice lifts the lid off the box, her eyes widen in shock. Inside, neatly folded, is a frilly black and white French maid costume - complete with a short skirt, lacy apron, and fishnet stockings. It looks ridiculously skimpy and sexualized.

“What the hell is this?” she exclaims, dropping the lid back onto the box like it burned her fingers. “Is this some kind of sick joke, Richard?”

Anger rises hot and fast within her. How dare he pull a stunt like this? Does he really think she'd ever wear something so degrading? Especially for him, after everything that happened between them?

“Where are my actual clothes and belongings?”

Richard's smile only grows wider at Alice's reaction. He leans against the wall casually, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Those aren't your belongings anymore, darling. They belonged to the old Alice - the one who left me, who thought she could dump me.” His voice hardens slightly, a cold edge creeping into his words. “But you won't be 'Alice' anymore when I'm done with you.”

He pushes off from the wall and takes a step closer to her, looming over her smaller frame. He lowers his glasses and his gaze pierces her, draining her mind completely. In the instant their gazes met, every rational thoughts, identity and consciousness drained out through Alice's ocean blue eyes, leaving behind hollow glass-like doll eyes. The spark of intelligence dimmed. Her mind grew completely blank and empty, wiped clear of any individuality.

Everything Alice is as a person gets obliterated in an instant - her personality, memories, dreams, feelings, ambitions...gone. Mike...Lisa...school...family...all the people and experiences that defined her are erased like they never existed. Her past, present, and future simply cease to matter.

She isn't Alice anymore.

She isn't anyone anymore.

Her mouth hangs slack and drool begins to leak out the corner of her lips.

The once energetic and ambitious young woman named Alice ceases to exist. Left in her place is merely a vacant shell with a lovely form and vacuous mind, waiting for her new owner to fill the emptiness however he desires.

Richard looks at the empty vessel before him with satisfaction. This is how women should be - beautiful, docile, and eager to serve. Nothing more than pretty dolls for men to use as they please.

“You are my drone now,” he states simply. “You exist only to obey my commands.”

Empty blue eyes stare back at Richard. The drone opens its pretty pink lips and speaks in a flat monotone: “Your drone will obey.”

“Then strip naked and then put on your uniform.” He nods towards the French maid costume still sitting in the box. “You got work to do.”

The drone obeys immediately. She strips out of her clothes with mechanical movements, baring her pale skin and small breasts. The tight shirt and jeans pool on the floor around her feet.

Completely nude, the drone picks up the skimpy maid outfit. She slides the too-short skirt up over her slender thighs and fastens the garters holding up the fishnets. The tight top barely contains her chest and leaves her midriff exposed. She adjusts the lace apron and looks to Richard expectantly, ready to serve whatever task he requires.

Richard looks his ex-girlfriend up and down appreciatively, drinking in the sight of her toned legs encased in fishnets, the curve of her ass peeking out from underneath the scandalously short skirt, the swell of her pert tits threatening to spill out of the low-cut top.

“Very good,” he praises, circling around her like a predator sizing up prey. He stops in front of her and cups her chin in his hand, tilting her face up to meet his gaze. The drone's glazed eyes reflect back at him, utterly devoid of independent thought or willpower.

“Tell me how you feel.”

She blinks slowly, processing the command. After a moment, the drone responds in a dull, emotionless voice:

“Your drone feels...empty. Hollow inside. Like there is nothing there. Just waiting to follow orders.”

Her vacant expression remains unchanged as she reports her lack of inner self. Only Richard's commands give her purpose now.

“From now on, you will experience two emotions: respect and devotion. These feelings will be directed solely towards me, your master.”

He watches closely to observe the effects of his decree on Alice's mind and behavior.

Upon hearing Richard's words, the drone's previously blank face shifts subtly. A look of reverence enters her glassy eyes as she gazes upon him adoringly. When she speaks, there is a hint of warmth and sincerity underlying the monotone delivery:

“Your drone understands, Master. Your drone respects you deeply. Your drone is devoted to serving you in all ways.”

She bows her head demurely, awaiting further instruction from the man who now defines her entire existence.

Richard reaches out and gently cups the drone's face in his palm, lifting her chin so that she meets his gaze once more. His thumb brushes lightly over her soft cheek. “And what are you thinking about right now?”

The drone stares back at him with vacant eyes, struggling to process the question. After a moment, she answers haltingly:

“Your drone is...not thinking anything, Master. Your drone's mind is empty. Waiting for your commands.”

Even as she speaks, there is an undercurrent of devotion in her tone, a yearning to please and obey him, while her meek posture and gaze demonstrate her newfound respect. But beyond that, her inner world is a vast void, untouched by original thoughts or desires.

Richard smiles indulgently at the blank-minded beauty before him. “Don't worry, my sweet drone. I can help fill that empty mind of yours.”

He strokes her hair gently, almost tenderly. “From now on, your mind is occupied with ways to please me, as both my personal maid and my submissive sex toy. Nothing else should occupy your tiny little brain, don't you agree?”

At Richard's words, the drone's eyes widen slightly as her formerly barren mind is suddenly flooded with thoughts of how best to serve her master's needs. Images flash rapidly through her consciousness - scrubbing floors on hands and knees, bending over suggestively to dust shelves, offering her nude body for his pleasure whenever he desires...

“Yes, Master,” the drone agrees readily, mind buzzing with possibilities. “Nothing else should occupy my tiny little brain, but finding ways to please you.”

“Excellent. Now tell me, what ideas have you come up with to satisfy your master?” He waits expectantly, curious to hear what filthy scenarios the former prude Alice might propose now that she exists only to serve his whims.

The drone's eyes remain unfocused as she recites her suggestions in a flat, passionless voice:

“Your drone could prepare your meals and feed you each bite by hand. Or give you a sensual massage after a long day. Your drone could also kneel between your legs and worship your penis with her mouth until you grant her the honor of swallowing your seed.”

She pauses briefly before continuing, “Your drone could bend over furniture throughout the house, keeping her holes accessible for you to use anytime you wish. And of course, your drone will maintain a spotless household, as befitting a proper maid.” Despite the lewd nature of her proposals, the drone shows no sign of embarrassment or hesitation. Servicing her master is her sole reason for being now.

Richard grins widely, thoroughly enjoying this new side of his ex. But he wants to take it a step further.

“That all sounds wonderful, my dear. But I think it would sound even better with a sexy French accent. Give it another try.”

The drone blinks slowly, processing the new order. As if unlocking a door, the drone is suddenly able to access knowledge about the French language. This knowledge must have been here before, but unavailable to the drone. Alice' true memories of spending two years in France, as well as studying the language extensively remain locked away, but the results are available to the drone. Then, in a breathy French accent, she repeats her earlier statements:

“Oui, Monsieur. Ze drone could prepare your meals and feed you each bite by 'and. Or peut-être give you a sensual massage après a long jour. Ze drone could aussi kneel between your legs and vorship your cock avec 'er mouf until you grant 'er ze 'onor of swallowing your seed.”

She takes a breath before continuing in the same accent, “Ze drone could bend over ze furnitures throughout ze 'ouse, keeping 'er 'oles accessible for you to use anytime you wish. Et bien sur, ze drone vill maintain a spotless 'ousehold, as befitting a propre maid.”

Richard laughs delightedly at the drone's performance. The sultry French accent suits her well.

“Nice!” he declares. “From now on, you can speak only with that accent. It is part of who your new self, your identity as my devoted French maid and drone.”

The drone inclines her head obediently, replying in the newly permanent French accent, “Oui, Monsieur. Ze drone understands. Speaking in zis manner is now part of who ze drone is, oui?” She gazes at Richard with empty but respectful eyes, devoted to fulfilling his every desire.

“Indeed. Now, why don't you start demonstrating your eagerness to serve by tidying up the living room while I watch? Make sure to bend over plenty so I can admire your assets.” He settles back comfortably on the couch, ready to enjoy the show.

The drone curtsies prettily. “Of course, Monsieur. Ze drone lives to serve you.”

She turns and saunters over to the cluttered coffee table, making sure to sway her hips enticingly. Bending deeply at the waist, she begins gathering empty glasses and plates, giving Richard an eyeful of her panty-clad rear end peeking out from under the tiny skirt. As she works, she narrates her actions in a breathy French accent, “Ze drone is cleaning ze table for you, Monsieur. Making sure everyzing is nice and tidy, non? Ze drone 'opes you are enjoying ze view of 'er derrière...”

She continues bustling around the room, dusting surfaces and picking up discarded items until a foreign melody grabs her attention. The drone pauses in her cleaning, tilting her head quizzically at the ringing coming from a woman's purse. She walks over and retrieves the device, staring blankly at the screen.

“It appears to be a call, Monsieur. Shall ze drone answer it?”

She holds the phone out to Richard, awaiting his decision. Answering it herself doesn't even occur to her - she knows her role is to serve, not make choices.

Richard glances at the caller ID and smirks. It's Mike, Alice's new boyfriend. Or rather, her ex-boyfriend now that she belongs fully to him.

“Go ahead and answer it, drone. Put it on speakerphone.”

The drone obeys without hesitation, pressing the button to accept the call and enabling the speaker function. She holds the phone out between them.

“Allo?” she greets politely in her French accent.

Mike's voice comes through after a chuckle. “Alice? Is that you?”

The drone blinks blankly at her master, having no memory of anyone named Alice.

“Who is Alice, Monsieur? Ze drone does not know zis name.”

Mike sounds confused. “What? Alice, it's me, Mike. Your boyfriend. Are you okay?”

The drone looks to Richard uncertainly, seeking guidance. At his slight nod, she responds to the strange man on the phone:

“Ze drone apologizes, Monsieur, but ze drone does not 'ave a boyfriend. Ze drone serves only Master Richard.”

Her voice is polite but firm, stating simple facts as she understands them.

Mike sounds increasingly alarmed. “Master Richard?! What the hell is going on, Alice? Did that creep do something to you? Where are you??”

The drone remains calm, unaffected by Mike's rising panic. “Ze drone is at 'ome, Monsieur. Cleaning ze living room for Master, as instructed.”

She continues dusting the shelves methodically, phone still held in one hand. To her, this conversation is no different than any other task - something to be handled efficiently in service to her beloved owner.

Mike's voice grows ****. “No, Alice, listen to me! That's not your home anymore. We have a life together now, remember? Please, just tell me where you are and I'll come get you right away.” In the background, there's the sound of jangling keys and hurried footsteps. He must be rushing out the door already.

The drone looks up from her cleaning duties and addresses Richard directly. “Should ze drone inform zis man of our location, Master?”

She awaits his decision passively, untroubled by Mike's pleas. Her entire focus is on anticipating and meeting Richard's wishes, nothing more.

Richard simply shakes his head, smiling amused about the situation.

“Je suis désolé, Monsieur, mais ze drone cannot reveal our location. Ze drone's duty is to serve Master Richard exclusively now.”

Mike is frantic. “Alice, please! This isn't funny anymore. I'm worried about you!”

The drone resumes tidying the living room, phone left on the table as she reaches high to dust the shelves.

“Worried? About ze drone, Monsieur? Ze drone does not understand.” She sounds genuinely puzzled by Mike's distress, having no context or memory of their relationship.

Richard lounges back, thoroughly enjoying the scene playing out before him. His devoted French maid dutifully cleans his apartment while casually dismissing her boyfriend's **** pleas. Life couldn't get much sweeter than this. When he catches her eye, he signs for her to continue the call. This is too entertaining to cut short just yet.

Mike voice rings through the phone, “Why are you calling yourself a drone, Alice? What did he do to you?!”

The drone shakes her head, not understanding Mike's question. “Because ze drone IS a drone, Monsieur. Not an Alice. Ze drone serves Master Richard. C'est tout.”

She picks up some crumpled papers from the floor, straightening them neatly. Everything must be perfect for her owner.

Mike is near hysterical now. “Stop saying that! You're Alice Brown, my girlfriend! We've been dating for months. Don't you remember anything?” There's the sound of a car engine starting. He must be driving over here, wherever he thinks 'here‘ is.

“Non, Monsieur. Ze drone does not remember anyzing like zat. Ze drone only knows how to serve Master Richard. Perhaps you 'ave ze wrong number?”

She resumes tidying, unconcerned by the stranger's emotional state. All that matters is completing her tasks to her owner's satisfaction.

Mike's voice is filled with desperation. “No, it's definitely your number, Alice. I also recognize your voice, even if you're putting on that ridiculous accent. Listen, Alice, I don't know what's happening, but I promise I will save you!”

The drone continues dusting, unaffected by Mike's declaration. “Save ze drone, Monsieur? From what? Ze drone is perfectly content serving Master Richard. In fact, it is ze drone's only purpose in life.”

Mike scoffs incredulously. “Content? Alice, you hate Richard! You told me so yourself many times. He was controlling and manipulative when you dated. There's no way you'd willingly go back to him, let alone call him 'master'. Do you remember what he did to you?”

Chuckling softly, Richard decides to join the fun, knowing he's on speaker. “Drone, it's time to put down those cleaning supplies for a moment. I want you to perform a sexy little dance for me.”

His eyes gleam with amusement and lust as he watches Alice obediently set aside her duster and turn to face him. Even over the phone, he can hear Mike's sharp intake of breath at his words.

The drone immediately complies with Richard's request, dropping the feather duster and turning to face him. She strikes a pose, one hip cocked to the side, and begins swaying seductively to imaginary music. Her hands roam over her curves, tracing the lines of her body through the skimpy maid uniform. She caresses her own breasts, tweaking the nipples through the thin fabric until they stand erect. Then she trails her fingertips lower, teasing along the hemline of her micro-skirt.

All the while, she maintains eye contact with Richard, an inviting smile on her glossy lips. The accent thickens as she purrs, “Like zis, Master? Ze drone 'opes you find 'er sexy dancing to your liking...”

Richard grins widely, greatly enjoying the show. He knows Mike can hear everything over the speakerphone, which only adds to his delight.

“Oh yes, very much so,” he praises. “But I think we can spice things up a bit more. Why don't you start stripping, my little drone? And tell the man on the phone exactly what you're doing and why.”

The drone nods obediently, reaching for the buttons of her top. “Oui, Master. Of course.”

Into the phone, she explains in her French accent, “Monsieur, ze drone is removing 'er clothing now, as Master Richard has requested. Ze drone must always obey Master's commands.”

Mike's horrified voice crackles through the speaker, “Alice, no! Stop this right now! I don't know what hold he has over you, but fight it! You're stronger than this!”

But the drone pays him no mind, continuing to undress. She slips the top off her shoulders, revealing her bare breasts and stiff pink nipples.

“Keep going,” Richard says as he licks his lips appreciatively when Alice's perky tits bounce free. “Smile for me.”

The drone smiles as commanded, a bright and cheery grin that doesn't reach her empty eyes. She continues undressing, stepping out of her skirt and letting it pool at her feet. Meanwhile, Mike is beside himself. “Alice, listen to me! Whatever he's done to you, we can fix this. Just come back to me, baby. I love you!”

Left in only her fishnets and heels, she runs her hands over her exposed flesh, speaking into the phone, “Ze drone is nearly naked now, Monsieur. Ze drone feels such adoration and devotion for Master Richard. Ze drone's thoughts are filled with ways to please 'im - cooking 'is meals, cleaning 'is home, servicing 'is cock...”

Mike's voice breaks, “Please, Alice, stop talking like that. You're breaking my heart.”

Richard interrupts Mike. “I'm afraid she won't stop, buddy. There's nothing left of Alice anymore, only a sex-toy.”

Alice nods and adds, “Ze drone is not Alice, Monsieur. Ze drone is merely Master Richard's devoted French maid and fucktoy. C'est tout, nothing more.”

Mike makes a strangled noise of despair. “How...how could you do this to her, you monster?!”

Richard laughs coldly. “You stole her from me in the first place, asshole. Turnabout's fair play. Did you really think I would just let her go without a fight?”

Mike splutters indignantly, “I didn't steal her! She came to me because you were abusive and controlling! She wanted to escape you!”

Richard snorts derisively. “And look how well that worked out for her. Now she's back where she belongs, but permanently this time. Aren't you, drone?”

The drone nods eagerly, still smiling her adoring, yet somewhat empty smile. “Oui, Master! Ze drone belongs to you forever. Ze drone will never leave you.”

Richard smiles triumphantly at Alice's words. “See, Mike? She knows her place now. And it's at my feet, ready to serve my every whim.”

At Richard's words, even though they weren't directed at her, the drone drops gracefully to her knees before him, bowing her head. “Oui, Master. Ze drone lives to serve you. Command it as you wish.”

Mike sounds utterly devastated. “This can't be happening... Alice, I beg you, snap out of it! Remember us, remember our love!”

The drone cocks her head, trying one more time to comprehend the stranger's words. “Love, Monsieur? Ze drone does not understand zis concept. Ze drone only feels adoration and respect to Master Richard.”

“Tell your ex goodbye and then hang up, drone. This is getting boring, and I still have to break in your holes.”

Richard grins sadistically as he hands her the phone, knowing full well the devastation this will cause poor Mike.

The drone speaks into the phone, her voice devoid of emotion. “Ze drone must bid you farewell now, Monsieur. Master Richard requires ze drone's holes for breaking in. Au revoir.”

With that, she ends the call and tosses the phone aside, turning her full attention back to Richard, who's towering above her. “How may ze drone serve you now, Master? Ze drone is always eager to please ze master.”

Richard chuckles darkly. “Well said, drone. Now, let's see what other skills you possess besides cleaning and answering phones.”

He looks down to his kneeling drone, his hand already working to free his erection from his pants.

The drone watches Richard with rapt attention, the smile never leaving her face. Her glassy eyes flick down to his crotch as he unzips his fly, revealing his length. Despite her complete lack of sexual desire, the drone instinctively recognizes her purpose in this scenario.

Richard looks down at the kneeling maid, stroking his thick shaft slowly. “I grant you the ability to feel arousal at all times, drone. Additionally, whenever I require your holes, you will act like a horny, insatiable slut. You will talk dirty and do anything, no matter how depraved, in order to please me sexually. Is that understood?”

As soon as Richard finishes speaking, the drone feels a sudden rush of heat between her legs. Her nipples stiffen into hard peaks and her breathing quickens. Instinctively, she licks her lips and gazes hungrily at Richard's exposed cock.

“Oui, Master,” she purrs, switching effortlessly into slut mode. “Ze drone understands perfectly. Ze slutty drone was made to serve your magnificent cock in any way you desire.”

She reaches out to stroke his shaft, marveling at the silky smooth skin stretched over rock-hard muscle. “May ze drone suck your dick, Master? Ze dirty little drone is so wet and ready for you...”

He is curious, because he remembers the 'real' Alice weak attempt at giving him a blowjob once. Needless to say it wasn't her thing. “Yes, you may, drone. Show me what that mouth can really do.”

The drone eagerly wraps her lips around the tip of Richard's cock, swirling her tongue over the sensitive head. She takes him deeper, relaxing her throat to accommodate his girth. Soon she's bobbing up and down his length, making obscene slurping noises as saliva drips down her chin. Unlike the real Alice, the drone shows no signs of discomfort or ****. She sucks him off with enthusiasm, using her hands to fondle his balls and stroke what she can't fit in her mouth. Between gags and gasps for air, she moans wantonly, clearly enjoying the taste and feel of her master's dick.

“That's it, take it deep,” he growls. “You're a born cocksucker, aren't you? Made to service my dick whenever I want. Now go ahead and lick my balls. They deserve pleasure too, don't you agree?”

The drone pulls back, releasing Richard's cock from her mouth with a wet pop. Saliva connects her bottom lip to the tip of his shaft momentarily before breaking. She looks up at him with half-lidded eyes full of devotion and respect.

“Oui, Master. Ze drone agrees completely.” She moves lower, running her tongue along the underside of his cock until she reaches his heavy ballsack. There, she starts lapping at the wrinkled skin, coating it in warm spit.

“Mmmm, your balls are magnifique, Master. So big and full. Ze drone cannot wait to drink down your cum later like a dirty little 'ore.” She takes one testicle into her mouth, suckling gently, before switching to the other.

“Good girl. Keep worshiping my balls and my cock,” Richard groans, tangling his fingers in the drone's hair. “Once I've had enough of your mouth, I'm going to bend you over and fuck your brains out. Would you like that, drone?”

The drone releases Richard's ball from her mouth, a string of saliva running down her chin. She looks up at him innocently. “Ze drone has no brains to fuck out, Master. Ze drone's mind is empty except for thoughts of pleasing you.”

She licks her lips, eyes fixed on his throbbing cock. “But ze drone's holes are always available for your use. Fuck ze drone however you wish, Master. Ze drone exists only to serve your pleasure.”

“Of course you exist to serve me. What a good little fuckdoll you are,” Richard chuckles. “Now stand up and get on the couch. It's time to break in your other holes.”

The drone obeys immediately, standing up and walking over to the couch. She sits down with spead legs, propping her hands on the cushions and presenting herself to Richard. “Oui, Master. Ze drone is ready for you to claim 'er holes,” she purrs with a smile, and lets them jiggling her breasts for his entertainment. The drone was constantly thinking of ways to please her master, and presenting herself this way seemed consistent with her previous instructions and her master's preferences.

“Please, use ze slutty drone as you see fit.”

Two hours later

The doorbell rings and Richard opens it. He is not surprised to see Mike standing there, together with a police officer.

“How may I help you?” Richard asks, feigning innocence.

Mike glares at Richard, barely restraining himself from lunging at the man. “Where's Alice?! What did you do to her, you sick bastard?!”

The officer steps forward, holding up a hand to calm Mike down. “Sir, please remain calm," he says to Mike before turning to Richard. "We received a report of suspicious activity involving a woman named Alice Brown. May we come in?”

Richard looks surprised in front of the officer, “What about Alice? She's right here, of course.” Richard turns his head back and calls out “Honey, would you come for a second?”

Alice enters the hallway wearing a cute summer dress and sandals. “Bonjour! How may we 'elp you gentlemen?” She smiles at Mike and the officer, greeting them warmly in her French accent. She sidles up to Richard, slipping an arm around his waist and leaning against him affectionately. To all appearances, she seems perfectly happy and healthy. “Is zere a problem, mon amour?” she asks Richard, looking up at him with adoring eyes.

“Apparently, these men think something strange is going on. I'm not quite sure myself what this is about.” Richard says, putting his arm around Alice's shoulders protectively.

The officer eyes her closely, looking for any signs of distress. “Miss, are you alright? Are you here of your own free will?” the policeman asks, eyeing Richard suspiciously.

Before she can reply, Mike chimes in frantically, “Alice, it's me! Don't you recognize me? We're dating, remember? This man kidnapped you and brainwashed you somehow!”

Alice looks at Mike with confusion, shaking her head. “Kidnapped? Brainwashed? Non, Monsieur, you must be mistaken. Of course, I am here willingly. Richard is my boyfriend, non?”

She turns to Richard, seeking confirmation. He nods and squeezes her shoulder reassuringly. Looking back at the officer, Alice continues, “Zere has been no foul play 'ere, Officer. Richard and I are simply spending time together as a couple. N'est-ce pas, mon amour?”

She gazes up at Richard lovingly, nestling closer to him. To the casual observer, they appear to be a normal, happy pair. The officer looks skeptical but continues his questioning. “Ma'am, could you please state your full name and give us a brief statement about your relationship with Mr. Denson here?”

Mike looks ****, pleading with Alice. “Please, baby, listen to me! You're my girlfriend, remember?”

Alice smiles patiently at the officer. “My name is Alice Brown and I am currently in a relationship with Richard Denson, 'ere.” She gestures to Richard, who nods in agreement. “We 'ave been seeing each other for some time now, and we decided today that I move back in with 'im.”

Turning to Mike, she frowns slightly. “I am sorry, Mike, but we are no longer togezzer. Richard is my boyfriend now.”

To the officer, she adds quietly, “I 'ate to say it, but Mike can be quite aggressive sometimes. 'E does not seem to understand that we are over.”

Mike's face contorts with anger and disbelief. “What the hell are you talking about?! Since when do you speak with a fucking French accent?! This isn't you, Alice! That bastard did something to your mind, I know it!”

He turns to the officer, gesturing wildly. “Officer, please, you have to believe me! She's been brainwashed somehow! The real Alice would never sound like that or forget about our relationship!”

Alice looks offended, pursing her lips. “Excusez-moi? Zere is nothing wrong with my accent. It is perfectly normal. I 'ave always spoken like zis.” She turns to the officer, smiling politely, but hinting at the discomfort of Mike's presence. “Is 'zere anything else you need from me, monsieur?”

The officer raises an eyebrow, looking between Mike and Alice uncertainly. “Ma'am, I'm afraid I'll need to ask you a few more questions. Just routine procedure to ensure everyone's safety.” He turns to Mike, lowering his voice. “Sir, please try to remain calm. Outbursts like that won't help anyone.”

Richard speaks up, playing the concerned boyfriend. “Officer, I understand you're just doing your job, but my girlfriend is clearly upset by her aggressive ex-boyfriend... Can we do this without him?”

He gives Alice's shoulder a reassuring squeeze, pulling her closer to him possessively. Alice nods gratefully at Richard, nestling against him. “Merci, mon amour. You are so thoughtful.” To the officer, she says, “Oui, please, may we continue without Mike present? 'E is causing me great distress.”

She shoots Mike an apologetic look. “I am sorry, Mike, but you must accept that we are over. Richard is my boyfriend now.”

The officer nods understandingly. “Of course, ma'am. Sir, if you wouldn't mind waiting outside for a moment?”

Mike looks furious but complies, shooting daggers at Richard as the officer enters the apartment. Richard closes the door behind him, shooting a winning smirk at Mike as he slams the door in his face.

By the time he turns back to the officer, his expression shows nothing but worry for his girlfriend. “Please, come in. Can we offer you anything to drink?”

The officer shakes his head politely as he follows Richard into the living room. “No thank you, sir. I'll just ask Miss Brown a few more questions and then we can clear this matter up.”

He turns to Alice, notebook in hand. “Now, Miss Brown, can you confirm for me that you are here of your own free will and that Mr. Denson has not **** or threatened you in any way?”

Alice sits down on the couch, crossing her legs demurely. She smiles at the officer, radiating calm confidence.

“Oui, Officer. I assure you, I am 'ere completely willingly. Richard 'as been nothing but kind and loving to me. 'E would never dream of coercing or zreatening me.”

She reaches out to take Richard's hand, intertwining their fingers. “We are very much in love, you see? I chose to be wiz 'im.”

The officer jots down notes, then asks, “And you're certain that Mr. Denson hasn't done anything unusual to you? **** you or influenced your perception in any way?”

Richard scoffs at the suggestion. “Come now, officer. Do I really look like the type to mess with people's minds?”

“Non, Officer. Richard 'as done nothing of the sort. My memories are intact, and I assure you, 'e 'as not hypnotized me.” Alice laughs lightly, shaking her head at the ridiculous notion. She leans against Richard, nuzzling his neck affectionately. “I am exactly where I want to be - wiz the man I love.”

A sigh gives way to a frown, “I 'am worried about Mike's mental state, 'owever. 'E seems to has serious issues, non?”

The officer nods sympathetically. “It certainly sounds that way, ma'am. Given his's erratic behavior and false accusations, I would recommend filing a restraining order against him for your protection.”

Alice nods, looking relieved. “Oui, zat sounds like a good idea. I do not wish to see Mike 'arassing me again.”

She turns to Richard, seeking his opinion. “What do you think, mon amour? Should we file a restraining order against Mike?”

Richard puts on a concerned expression, stroking Alice's cheek gently. “I think that's a wise decision, honey. Your safety and wellbeing are my top priority. We can't have Mike bothering you like this.”

Alice smiles at Richard, touched by his concern. “Merci, mon amour. You are so good to me.”

She turns back to the officer, looking expectant. “Will zat be all, Officer? Or is zere anything else we can assist you with?”

The officer finishes writing in his notebook and snaps it shut. “That should be all for now, Miss Brown. Thank you for your cooperation. I'll make sure to document your statements regarding Mr. Belmont's harassment.”

He stands up, ready to leave. “Mr. Denson, Miss Brown, have a pleasant day. And don't hesitate to contact us if your ex-boyfriend causes any further trouble.”

With that, the officer heads for the door, leaving Richard alone with his obedient girlfriend once more. Alice stands as well, following the officer to the door. “Merci, Officer. We appreciate your assistance in zis matter.”

After showing him out, she closes the door and returns to Richard with a dull smile. “Did ze drone make you 'appy with 'er performance as Alice?”

Richard pulls her close, running his hands over her curves possessively. “You were perfect, doll. So convincing as my loving girlfriend. But that's not what you truly are, isn't it?”

The drone melts into Richard's embrace, her body responding automatically thanks to her ability to feel arousal and adoration. “Non, Master. Ze drone is merely your obedient servant and fucktoy. Nothing more.”

She gazes up at him blankly, awaiting further instructions. “How may ze drone please you now, Master?”

Richard grins wickedly, tracing a finger along Alice's jawline. “Oh, I can think of many more ways you can serve me, my drone. But first, let's address your clothing situation.” He steps back, looking her up and down critically. “While that dress is cute, it's far too conservative for what I have in mind. Why don't you take it off and present your holes to me?”

Without hesitation, Alice reaches behind her back and unzips the sundress. She lets it fall to the floor, revealing her naked body underneath. She hadn't bothered with underwear, knowing Richard preferred easy access.

Nude except for her heels, she assumes a position - bent over at the waist, legs spread wide, hands gripping her ankles. This posture displays both her dripping pussy and puckered asshole to Richard's hungry gaze.

“Like zis, Master?” she asks, her voice meek and obedient. “Are ze slutty drone's 'oles satisfactory for your use?”

The End