Scream at Blanche and tell her that her plan failed.

"You cunning bitch!!", you scream, furiously. "Did you think you could trick me? I know who you are and I know who I am! I am NOT the maid! And you...! You get your slimey, rotten hands and tits off my husband!"

Adrenaline is rushing through your body, and you stare at Blanche triumphantly, as the look in her eyes turns into shock and from shock into disbelief. You grin and want to throw yourself at her...

... as she hurriedly steps backwards and slams the door to the room shut. You hear a key turn. Why was that key outside? You scream and throw yourself ragingly against the door. A sharp pain in your shoulder brings you to your senses. The maid's room is a small and dark room without a window. The tiniest room in your house. There is no other escape than that door.

"Blanche?", you call.

There's a moment of silence. Then the French maid answers.

"I am sorry, Madam." Suddenly her French accent seems more or less gone. Was it all fake? Everything? Of course it was. It must have been. It was all a ruse. A complot.

"Blanche, open the door!", you say, noting a faint quiver in your voice.

"I can't, Madam", you hear Blanche's voice. "You seem to be immune against the ****, and my company can't allow that. I have strict orders. I... I have sent the distress signal already. They will be here soon."

Fear grips you. You sink down against the door. "No! No, no, no, Blanche! Please! Open the door! PLEASE!!"

"I am really very sorry, Madame. I really like you, and I had wished to share you both, you and your husband. That would have been how it's supposed to be. If you had reacted to my **** in the proper manner. We could have had a great time together, Madam."

You bang your fists against the door, your eyes darting back and forth if there's any other way of escape.

"I advise you to calm down, Madam. They can be very... brutal, if you don't cooperate, you know? And in the end, they will subdue you anyway. They have ways. Different ****. Different methods. In the end, everybody submits."

You are trembling. Your head spins. Your arms fall to the sides. You have lost all your strength.

"Is that how you submitted?", you ask, hollow.

"I don't know", answers Blanche through the door. "I really don't. They take our memories. I am probably not even supposed to remember this tiny bit. Maybe I was just as you. But I can assure you, I am happy. We all are happy. That's what we are, after all: Happy Maids. It's true, you know. It's a brandname that holds true to it's promise. You will experience it, too. Don't resist it. Embrace it. And I...", she pauses for a moment. "I will take good care of your husband. He won't miss you. In fact, he probably has forgotten about you already. That's good, right? He won't grieve. And I will be there to... comfort him."

You stare at the door, incredulous. Stunned.

That's how the three men find you shortly afterwards, when they open the door. There's no point in resisting. They grab you and quickly restrain and secure you with a straitjacket, ankle chains and a rubber gag. You watch helplessly as they give you several injections, but soon afterwards, you calm down and your mind gets all fuzzy again.

"Get her to headquarters, her training starts right this evening", says one of the men.

You smile as they escort you out of the house. Training? Sounds fun. As long as it hopefully involves lots of fucking. Because you feel incredibly horny. You wink at one of the sexy men, but unfortunately the ballgag prevents you from telling him how much you long to suck his cock...