Brings Juanita's mind back

"Do you remember me, Joanna?" Rebecca asked Juanita. The latina whore hadn't been allowed to take her pill the last 3 days, and her normal calm fog had lifted a little. She blinked and furrowed her brow as she stared at Rebecca's face. "I tink dat I remember, Senora. But I is confused." Rebecca smiled as she could see the frustration on Juanita's face. "That's right, Joanna, you are confused. You used to be a successful white woman. You actually were above me, if you can even comprehend that anymore. Do you even know what the word "management" means anymore?" Juanita shook her head. That word wasn't something Senora Sallemen had thought it was important to retain. "It's what you used to do. You used to be great at it. You were the best manager in the department. Now you'd be the best pussylicker in the department."

Juanita brightened. Of course she'd be the best at licking pussy. That's what Senora Lawrence was letting her do right now, lick pussy. She was kneeling between her former rival's legs, dutifully licking at her clit while her former colleague drank a glass of wine. She had her tits out of her maid top for display, the tiny bells dangling from her nipple rings tinkled softly as she worked in between her white owner's legs. Juanita's hand moved down between her own thighs as she lapped the juices from Rebecca's cunt. It always helped her think when she had a finger inside her. Her new owner was asking all sorts of strange questions, and for fleeting moments Juanita realized she hadn't always been a latina whore, but quite the opposite. The problem was, even though with the haze of the pills gone, she couldn't speak correctly and she was constantly horny.

Her mind had been conditioned to respond in certain ways. When she was ordered to do something, she did it. When she got a suggestion, she did that too. Her thoughts focused on cleaning, being as latin as possible, and sex. If someone suspected she was in America on a forged Venezuelan passport, bad things would happen. The brain damage from the chemicals she'd been fed kept her from making the connection that she was in fact, a white college educated American woman in America, pretending to be a dumb Venezuelan maid on a work visa. The one thing she wasn't pretending to be was dumb and sex crazed, because she was permanently both of those things.

Rebecca finished and climaxed into Juanita's face. She let her former rival lap the last of the cum off of her and then stood and fixed her dress. "Now, Joanna," She laughed at herself, "I mean, now Maid, go fold my clothes and finish cleaning up. When you're done, I'll let you watch some of those latin soaps you like so much." Juanita straightened her maid uniform and pulled her tits back into her top. "Si Senora, tank you. I can have orgasm too, yes? I lick you very good. I so horny and no have deek."

Juanita fidgeted like a little girl as she waited for her owner's permission to frig herself. Rebecca smiled and thought. "Juanita, you have been a good girl, haven't you? I tell you what, I'm going to arrange for our lawn guy, I don't know his name, to come here and he can fuck you. I'll make sure he takes good care of little Juanita's cunt." Juanita spasmed a little at the thought of a random sweaty Mexican laborer fucking her. A little part of her brain recoiled in disgust, but she mostly just forced herself to resist orgasming at the thought; her owner hadn't given her permission. "Oy, gracias mi duena, lo quiero muy muy mucho! Cuando cree-" Rebecca cut off her excited stream of Spanish with a hand. "Whatever that was, I assume you're thankful. Go and make yourself ready, I'll see if he can come right now."

"The only caveat, Juanita, is that every 5th time you fuck him, I choose a change you have to make. Deal?" Juanita nodded. She didn't quite understand what her owner was saying, but even if she had, her mind was in such shambles that she'd have agreed anyway.