Caught.

You wake up and find yourself in the most peculiar situation. How did you even fall asleep? Did they **** you?

You are still naked, your arms tied behind your back. The rubber gag in your mouth is gone, but has been replaced with something else. You can breathe, but your jaw is still **** open by some kind of ring placed behind your teeth. Your whole body is restrained and immobilized, and you seem to somehow hang from the ceiling, swinging gently. Your vision is somehow limited by two thighs which block most of the view - while you stare in very close distance at a vulva.

"Good evening ladies", you suddenly hear a voice close to you. "I admit it wasn't as easy to find you as we first expected. And we also didn't expect two of you..."

You suddenly realise that the women's nether lips you're staring at must belong to Sara. You whimper and try to see, try to understand where you are and what has happened, but your view is limited by Sara's thighs. As you move your head, you touch her inner thighs and feel her twitch at the sudden movement - and you sense something touch your own vulva. With shock you understand that Sara must be positioned in the exact same position as you are. Just mirror inverted. While you look down on her nether regions, she stares up at yours. You also belatedly notice the big piece tape sticking to Sara's vulva. Something is pushed into your friend's vagina and taped tight. Come to think of it - that would explain the quite unpleasent feeling in your lower abdomen. You whimper.

"Maybe it eases your mind that you were right, ladies", says the man in an amused tone. "Yes, the Happy Maids are an ingenious tool to **** and daze a whole country. In a few months, maybe a few years, we will have total control over everybody. The housemaids all follow our orders and act as agents of a greater scheme. And the only thing we can't afford are people who get suspicous and start asking questions. Some of you are also immune to our mind control ****."

All of a sudden, something starts to buzz. You flinch in your bonds as you feel powerful vibration inside your vagina. You whimper, and your whimpers turn to moans and screams as you realize that, despite the uncomfortable and frightening situation you are in, you are actually start to get aroused. Drool drops from your lips on Sara's nether lips in front of you. You hear her scream as well, and her breath feels warm and moist on your vulva.

"We are mixing a lot of **** into your food or into things of your daily life", the man continues. "They enhance you sensivity, your sex drive, they cloud your judgement, they make you gullible and easy to mould. But they all work quite slowly. Some of our more powerful **** need the hormones that are set free by human orgasms. We could inject you those, of course, but as you are already exposed to a quite heavy cocktail of our sexual ****... this is actually more efficient. I don't really understand all the bio and chemistry babble behind it, I admit."

You are panting. Drool is dripping uncontrollably from your mouth, down on Sara. "Ngaaamngaww! Aw! Mngon!", you shout, while you feel the arousal rising inside your body. You struggle and feel both of you gently swinging in the air.

He continues as if he does not hear you. "You might have guessed it already, ladies - we will turn you into 'Happy Maids'. We will alter your minds, turn you into our assidious servants, and sell you to somebody with the only task to turn that person into a sex crazed zombie who spends all of his days fucking his housemaids. The housemaids being you, of course. And I think we will sell you as a pair. There are rich people who ask for more than one maid. Big houses, lots of work, those kind of places, you know? I am thinking of some kind of Dom/Sub lesbian couple - one of you being spanked, whipped, fucked and humilated the whole day, and the other one only submitting to the Master of the house. Or the Mistress."

This is all a nightmare. This is all not true. You will wake up in that lousy motel anytime soon, you think, as you feel the tide of arousal rising in your body.

"You know, let's play a little game, ladies. I don't know yet who of you will be the Sub and who will be the Domme. How about that: The one of you who cums most often by the end of this day will be turned into the Sub. And, oh, even better...! The Sub will be further tortured by not being brainwashed completely. One of you will still remember, at least partly. But it won't help you, of course, as you will spend the rest of your life bound and restrained, as a fucktoy to both your former friend and your new owners. The other one, the winner of this little competition, I will grant the deliverance of complete amnesia. She will forget everything and truly believe that she has always been a 'Happy Maid'. Doesn't that sound fun?"

What is this crazy asshole talking about, you think. How is this even a choice? Both scenarios sound utterly dreadful. You wonder what Sara makes of all of this. Sara, who had been the more cautious one of you, but apparently, if you put the pieces together correctly, also the one those people had their sights on. They were following Sara - not you. You still had been off the radar, if you had not teamed up with Sara. You try to concentrate on all this to suppress the arousal in your body. Not because you want to win that stupid little game, but simply because you refuse to suffer an orgasm in this situation. An orgasm that will get you, step by step, closer to become a brain whiped fuck doll. Suddenly, you feel something warm and wet at your clit. You gasp and whimper. The touch is more powerful than anything you ever felt, probably enhanced by those **** the guy was talking about earlier. You immediatly feel your clit set on fire, pulsating and transmitting waves of pleasure through your nerves cords. Sara is licking you!

"Once the process is done", says the man, "we might alter and rejuvenate your bodies a bit. Then you are perfect Happy Maids and we will send you to a family to help us control them."

You can't concentrate. You are close to a climax. The buzzing fills your body, your senses, your brain. The tongue works on your clit with expertise, drowning you in a sensation too intense to ignore. There was something you wanted to do, something you... why are you even here, why do you...? You scream and throw yourself against your bonds as a powerful orgasm rushes over you. A wave of pleasure, flourescending in million colours.

As the climax slowly subsides, you still feel the buzzing of the vibrator inside you, and you still feel the tongue working. Your head feels foggy and fuzzy. As if you lost a part of your memory. Why are you...? What...? Suddenly, you remember: Sara! The "competition"! You lower your head to reach the vulva in front of you, letting your tongue plunge between the nether lips. A muffled cry is the reaction, but Sara's tongue does not stop. You suddenly realise that you are in a dire disadvantage, having suffered the first orgasm already. You are still sensitive, still easy to stimulate. Apparently Sara has decided that she prefers the option of blissful amnesia to the one of... the other one... the... the...

A second orgasm grabs your body. You scream. Stars explode in your head. You lose track of where you are and what you wanted to do. Drool is dropping from your mouth. You are only very dimly and very faintly aware of somebody talking.

"You will **** your 'owners', turn the husband into a sex-crazed man, and at the same time estrange him from his wife, who will be left alone with her unfulfilled sexual fantasies, masturbating constantly or offering herself to other people. Or to her two maids. Until we can pick her up, and turn her into another Happy Maid. And the circle starts again."

You feel a tongue licking your clit, probing around your nether lips, pleasuring you. It feels good. It feels wonderful. It feels like all you ever wantd. Why would you resist it? There was a reason you wanted to, but... you can't think of any. It's kind of absurd to resist something so overwhelmingly powerful and arousing anyway, right?

You feel a third climax approaching. A third in... in... some time. Quite a short time span, in fact. You think. You are not sure. And what does it matter anyway.

The male voice sounds very faint, very soft now. "My, my, my... you both still have hours ahead of you, but I think we have a clear favorite already...! You'll be a nice little lesbian sub, huh?"

A firework of pleasure engulfs you.