Some hours later...

You wake up with a dizzy head. Everything seems to be spinning around you. Your mouth feels dry and your jaws hurt. You want to rub your eyes, but find out that you can't move. In fact, you are completely immobilized, neither your arms nor your legs obey your thoughts. You blink and see yourself, in a mirror. You are sitting in an big iron armchair which looks somewhat medical. Your arms and your legs are held by iron bands which seem to be part of the chair. Your jaws are **** open by a ballgag, sitting smugly between your lips, preventing you from doing anything but mumbling and moaning.

You wear a maid's outfit.

You try to turn your head frantically and struggle against your bonds. They hold you tight. You whimper. What is happening here?

A man steps into your line of vision. He's wearing black, bodytight clothes and seems muscular and strong. His hair is short, his eyes have a frosty grey colour.

"Ah, you've woken up", he says.

You want to flinch and recoil, but your restraints don't allow it.

"Maybe it eases your mind that you were right", says the man in an indifferent 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 ****."

You stare at him.

"Luckily, you are all stupid enough to try to communicate online. And you fall for set-ups easily. Then again, most of you are just innocent, normal people, so what would you expect."

All of a sudden, something starts to buzz. You flinch in your bonds as you feel powerful vibration on your clit and inside you. Something has been placed there. Or several somethings. 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.

"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."

Arousal has completely taken over you. You wiggle and struggle, and try to stop it, while at the same time you wish for sexual release. Your struggles become more feeble. You are panting. Drool is dripping on your breasts. "Ngaaamngaww! Aw! Mngon!", you tell the man in front of you.

He continues as if he does not hear you. "The **** you have been injected will completely wipe your brain and alter your personality. Of course, this is pretty heavy stuff, so it might take a few orgasms until the process is completed. Our scientists say that one can never completely wipe a personality, so as I understand, some part of you will still be inside that body, but condemned to watch helplessly. I guess 'watch' in this case is figurative..."

You are close to a climax. The buzzing fills your body, your senses, your brain.

"Once the process is done", says the man, "we might alter and rejuvenate your body a bit. Then you are a perfect Happy Maid and we will send you to a family to help us control them. You will **** your 'owners', turn the husband into a sex-crazed man who can only think of fucking his pretty maid, 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 the maid. Until we can pick her up, and turn her into another Happy Maid. And the circle starts again."

The orgasm is rushing over you, taking you completely. You sob and scream and moan.

You only, very faintly, hear the voice saying:

"Don't worry. Your husband is already fucking your housemaid happily. He doesn't even notice you are gone. Nor will he ever miss you. Funny, isn't it?"

The sun explodes inside your head.

[THE END]

(Yes, I know, this sounds like the perfect beginning of another story. The reason why it's labelled "The End" is because I will not continue writing here unless the whole story is finished. I decided to include some "bad endings" so that I can close off certain threads and at the same time don't have to worry how to loop them back to the main story. Also: more fun.)