Talk to him and try to explain the situation.

"Dave! It's me!", you say, breathless, pleading. You stare at your husband, and your mind races, trying to figure out how to get him out of his current state of somehow being mind controlled and brainwashed. "I am your wife! I need you to focus! We need to... flee."

It's true, you realize all of a sudden. You definitely need to leave this house. Something way too dangerous is going on. Who knows if they are not watching you somehow? Or if your house has been bugged?

Dave blinks, frowns and looks at you, shaking his head slowly.

"Dave!", you step next to him, with urge. "Do you recognize me? You must leave! Get up! Please!"

He slaps you right across the face. Hard. You cry out, stumble and fall. "How DARE you talking to me this way, bitch?", shouts your husband. "Down on your knees or I beat you senseless and fuck you raw!"

"Dave! No! Listen!", you scream. Your cheeck burns. Dave has never so much as raised a hand against you, not even pretending or as a mocking gesture. You feel his hand grabbing your hair and he yanks you upright. He is strong. Has he always been that strong? You don't recall. He was a kind and soft hearted man. He never used his strength against you. You scream again as he mishandles you in this way, and shoves you roughly, almost brutal onto the bed.

"You need a good beating to show you your place, cunt!", he shouts, and his hand presses your neck hard and unyielding on the mattress. You gasp for air and struggle, but you find yourself in a very disadvantegous position, and Dave's strength still stupefies you.

SMACK!

You scream as he hits your bottom hard with his other hand. You are even too shocked to feel the pain. Then he hits you again. And again. The strikes rain down on your soft butt cheeks and your screams turn to wailing as the pain slowly bubbles to the surface of your sensation. Still Dave does not stop. He continues spanking you, until all the adrenalin has left your body, and all your resistance is subdued. Your butt is burning, you are utterly humiliated and beaten - in every sense of the word. You hear yourself sobbing.

"Now that's a good maid", comments Dave, and pulls you up and out of the bed by your hair once more. You land hard on your bottom and scream again.

"Now suck me!", commands the man, who used to be your husband, but who seems to be somebody else and directs his erection, still hard and glistening, towards your lips. You open your mouth, obediently. There is nothing else you can think of. Dave seems content sliding in and out of your mouth, and does not need much time to finish off by rubbing his dick in front of your face, painting your front and your cheeks and your mouth in splashes of sticky cum.

You try to open your eyes, but the warm, sticky goo is slowly running down, jamming your eyelids. You suddenly feel very, very helpless. Didn't you want to flee? You blink and try to swipe away the cum with your hand, but Dave is on you already. He buries his hand in your hair again and drags you over to the bathroom. One last push. "Clean yourself!", he grunts. "We will decide what to do with you later, when my wife is back!" Then you hear a key being turned and taken out.

You pant and lean against the cool wall.

This is all too much to take. Slowly, you crawl to the basin and wash your face. It's only as you watch your swollen face in the mirror that you slowly realize what situation you brought yourself into: Dave will tell Blanche about what happened when she gets back. And Blanche will immediatly understand the implications of all this. She will come to the conclusion that you played her earlier.

And she will not make that same mistake twice.

You frantically look around the bathroom, but there's only a very small window, and no other way to escape. You bang against the door, calling for Dave, but nobody answers. You continue to shout anyway, telling him everything you found out, everything you suspect about what's been happening to him, to you, and how it's all connected to the Happy Maid conspiracy. You talk and talk and talk, until a calm voice suddenly says: "You can stop now. I have understood that the **** don't work on you and send a distress call already." It's Blanche. You bite your lips, and slump. It's over.

"I am really very sorry, Madame", continues Blanche. "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. I don't mean you any harm. It's my... job. It's what I have been trained to do. To be honest, I am not even sure I am supposed to be so self aware of this and to remember this. But... for what it's worth: I am happy, Madam. I am happy, because that's what they turn us into: Happy Maids. You will be, too. And I will take good care of your husband. He will be happy with me, as well."

The next time, the door opens, three men are standing outside, all dressed in black. 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, like earlier.

"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. And spanking. Your ass cheeks are itching, but in a good way. As if you have recieved quite a nice spanking before. And it has made 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 recieve his firm hand on your ass and suck his cock...