The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

We had breakfast in the room and then went to the hospital to check on Kristen’s grandfather. No change.

The girls switched outfits, so Kristen wore the blue dress and Adiva wore the jeans with the pink top. They both looked hot. We attracted a lot of attention as we walked through the lobby and got into the elevator.

Amazingly they allowed all three of us to enter Jim’s room.

After we settled in beside Jim’s bed I remembered there was something I had wanted to ask Adiva.

“Adiva, this may seem like a dumb comment but you don’t look very Arabic.”

She laughed. “I get that all the time. You see my mother was Afghani, she looks like me. My father is a Sheikh in The League of Arabic Sheikhdoms.”

“Really?”

She nodded.

“The LAS. Aren’t they supposed to be really strict in their beliefs?”

“We are a very tradition driven people and very family oriented.”

“You mean like you all sit at the kitchen table and have dinner together every night?”

She chuckled again. “No, not like that. But family is everything. It’s more important than country, and all politics is family based. Of course that is a game that men play, women are not often allowed to involve themselves in power games. Most women are viewed as property and become bargaining chips in the game of power. A Sheikh gives his daughter to the man who will provide the strongest alliance or in some other way the most advantage to the family and she becomes one of his wives or concubines. Most keep their daughters fairly shielded from the outside world but my father is more liberal in a sense, he believes daughters should be educated so they can bring more value to their family.”

I chewed on that for a couple of minutes. “And how will your father react when he finds out you have given yourself to a man he didn’t choose?”

She became concerned. “I don’t know. He sent me to a boarding school here when I was eleven. He has only visited me six times in twelve years so I don’t feel like I can say I really know him well. I haven’t been back in all that time. But he writes me letters telling me how important I am to the family; that I have to get a good education so I can increase my worth to help our family. I think he already knew who he was going to give me to. He’ll probably be furious. I think he’ll want me to come home.”

“Do you want to go home?”

“Home? No, not there. My home is here with you now Malik.”

“Then don’t worry about it, you’re staying here with us. He can’t make you go. And what does Malik mean anyway?”

“It means Master or King.”

“Ok, I guess you can call me that around most people, but not around anyone who might understand what it means, ok?”

“Yes Malik. But...” she had a look of semi-panic now and started tearing up, “I... I’ve heard stories, rumors. Sometimes when someone is causing my father trouble they disappear. I’m worried about you Malik. He might hurt you!”

That was sobering. “I see. Ok Adiva, is there anything we could do that would get him to accept you staying here with me?”

“I don’t think so. Unless you offered him something that would benefit the family more than that other arrangement.”

“What’s your father’s name?”

“Sheikh Salman bin Rafi bin Nassir”

“Ok. Here, write it down for me.” I handed her a note pad that was on a table in the room and she wrote her father’s name.

“Ok, listen. Don’t worry about that for now. Your focus needs to be on not going to prison. So here’s what we’re going to do...”

I explained the plan to her as Steve had explained to to me.

“So you need to tell your story, just like you told Kristen and I yesterday. It is very important that the people watching sympathize with you; if you feel like crying go ahead and cry. Make sure you tell the truth about everything except that you must stick to the story that you freed me at the apartment and of course you are not to mention that you are my slave. Do you think you can do that?”

“Yes. I think so.”

“Good. Now I think it’s time you and Kristen went shopping for some clothes. And Kristen, make sure you get yourself a business suit, something suitable for a CEO. I’ll stay here with Jim for a while. I’ll meet you both back at the room at twelve sharp. Ok?”

Both girls nodded and both kissed me as they left the room.

Jim’s room was a good place to just sit and think.

How to resolve this problem with Adiva’s father? Problem? Yeah problem. Anything that had the potential to end in my disappearance was a problem. My brain was in overdrive, examining possibilities, imagining scenarios and playing them through. In the end I decided I just didn’t have enough information yet.

So I called Steve.

“Hello Steve. It’s Sam.”

“Hi Sam. What’s up?”

“Steve I have a potential problem with Adiva’s father. He may require her to come home to the LAS and she doesn’t want to go. Normally I would just say ‘screw him’ and keep her here, but she says he has a reputation for ‘disappearing’ people who get in his way and I’d rather not make that list.” I conveniently left out the part where I had made her my slave and screwed her brains out.

“Ok. So what do you want to do?”

“I don’t know yet, but I need you to find out everything you can about Sheikh Salman bin Rafi bin Nassir. Do we have any contacts in the LAS?”

“Sure, we’ve got a construction team there working on a high rise in the capital and we’ve got a shipping office in the port. Our ships port there on a regular basis.”

“Ships? You mean our shipping company is international?”

“Sure. So is the construction company and a few others.”

“Ok, along with any info about the Sheikh I want to know who we are currently doing business with in the LAS and what their interests are.”

“All right Sam. I’ll get someone on it first thing Monday morning.”

“Good. And speaking of Monday morning, I’d like you to prepare a report that explains in plain English all of the companies’ current projects and activities and ask the people in charge of those activities to be ready to give a thorough report to the acting CEO by the end of the week.”

“No problem.”

“Ok Steve thanks.”

Checking my watch I found that I had whiled away the morning with my meditations, it was already eleven.

I left Jim’s room and headed down to the parking lot.

After lunch I started preparing Adiva for her interviews. I asked all kinds of questions. Tried to catch her off guard with personal stuff, religious questions, relationship questions, everything I could think of.

Kristen spent that time with her grandfather. She came back to the room in the evening and we had a nice dinner. Adiva turned out to be a great cook.

After dinner as we were all cuddling on the sofa and I was thinking that it was about time to take Kristen into the bedroom and have my way with her when Steve called.

“Hi Sam. Bad news I’m afraid. The hospital just called. Jim’s had a stroke, it doesn’t look too good.”

I exhaled heavily. “Ok Steve. Thanks for calling.”

I got off the sofa and kneeled in front of Kristen.

“Kristen, I’m afraid your grandfather has taken a turn for the worse. He’s had a stroke.”

She threw her arms around me and Adiva threw her arms around us both. “Oh Sam. He’s going to die, isn’t he?”

“I don’t know babe, but it doesn’t look too good right now. Come on. I’ll drive us all to the hospital.”

So we spent the evening in the ICU. We didn’t get to see Jim because the doctors and nurses were in and out of his room all evening.

At ten o’clock we all went back to the room. We were all tired but before calling it a night there was something that I knew had to be done.

“Adiva, tomorrow you’ll be leaving and if everything works out like we planned your face will be all over the television. Don’t you think you should call your family and let them know what’s happening? I mean, now that I think about it, they haven’t heard from you in months have they?”

“Yes Master, I have been thinking about that too. I would dearly love to speak with my mother.”

“Well then, sit down here by the phone and get comfortable and call them.”

“Thank you for thinking of me Malik.”

She sat down and started dialing. Someone on the other end answered and she spoke to them in Arabic. I didn’t understand a single word but I stayed with her just in case she needed me.

The conversation was long, almost two hours, and I saw her progress through a wide range of emotions, from joy to worry to anger. During the entire call she was wiping tears from her eyes.

When she ended the call I said “Are you all right Adiva?”

“Yes Malik. Thank you for allowing me to call them. They were very concerned that they had not heard from me, they thought I might have been killed. I told my father what had happened to me, and he was very angry. He said that I was now ruined and no Islamic man of rank would want me. He told me to come home and he would arrange the best marriage he could for me. But I told him I had already given myself to you and that I would not be coming home. He became so angry that he shouted at me, he said I was making myself a whore and that if I did not come home now I was no longer his daughter.”

She burst into tears anew. I just held her and let her cry.

“I’m sorry you had to hear that from him. But know this Adiva, you have a home here. I love you the way you are, and I’ll never send you away. Also, he may cool down and reconsider his words, just be patient.”

She held me tighter. “Thank you Malik.”

I put my fingers under her chin and lifted it to kiss her. One kiss lead to another and soon we were writhing in each other’s arms ready for more than kissing.

I lead her to the bedroom and in moments we were lying in bed together. I was tender with her, kissing all up and down her body. I licked a nipple, then the other. I latched on and sucked on her right breast and she moaned with pleasure. I switched to the left breast and did the same while pushing my hard cock into her wet opening. She gasped and moaned louder. I continued to suckle and tease her nipple as I started stroking in and out of her wonderful pussy.

I could tell she was on fire. Her need was immense. This was her new reality, not just sex, but love, a place she belonged. At least that’s what I was thinking and I don’t believe I was far wrong.

“Oh Malik... oh yes... oh please... oh more... oh yes... oh... suck it... uh... mmm... Malik... faster... I’m... coming... now... harder... yesss... yeeessss.... yyyeeeeeesssssssnnnnnnggggggghhhhhhh.”

I filled her with my sperm and collapsed on top of her letting my cock soften inside her warm depths.

I noticed she was crying again and I kissed her tears away.

“Thank you Malik. I cannot tell you what it means to me to belong to you. You are my world. You are my life.”

“Thank you Adiva. I love you too. Good night amira.”

Sunday afternoon Adiva flew out with her lawyers. The plan was to appear on the Winny show which would air Monday afternoon on the west coast. This air time coupled with the fact that the judge had scheduled 18 holes at the country club meant he could not issue the gag order before all the morning shows had been aired the next morning. So, hit as many afternoon talk shows as time permitted, do interviews for the nighttime news magazine shows, get up early the next morning to appear on all the morning shows, and then fly home.

I called the two reporters who had caught me at the hospital and asked them to meet me at my apartment Monday afternoon for a private interview.

They each complained a little that they didn’t get an exclusive but I told them to be thankful they got any interview at all because no one else would get anything.

Sunday night was our last night in the Presidential Suite and Kristen and I made a celebration of it. Room service brought dinner, rib eye and lobster, then we had sex, then we had desert, then more sex, then we showered together and, yes you guessed it, more sex. It was a good night.

Monday morning we got a call from the hospital that we had been dreading but were kind of expecting, Jim had passed away during the night, complications from his stroke.

Kristen was certainly sad and upset but I think she had been preparing for it for the last couple of days and she held up pretty well everything considered.

I called my job and told them I would be quitting and that due to circumstances beyond my control my resignation would take effect immediately.

Kristen and I spent most of the day with Steve making arrangements for Jim’s funeral.

That afternoon the two reporters brought their respective film crews to the apartment and I gave a joint interview. I thought the interview went pretty well.

When I watched it on the news that evening they made me out to be a real hero. But my interview was relegated to second place (which was actually what I had hoped for), the big story was Adiva. Video from her appearance on the afternoon talk shows was a big topic on all the local stations and even on the national networks.

That continued with the evening news magazines and by the time the late night news aired I doubt there was anyone outside hermits and isolationist militia types who didn’t know Adiva’s story.

The next morning she was on all the morning news shows and made a great impression.

Then, just as we expected, at about ten AM the judge issued a gag order on the case and our blitz was officially over.

Tuesday afternoon I met with Steve and he filled me in on everything he had found out about Adiva’s father. The poor guy had made some very bad business decisions and was not so well off as he should have been. Then a few years ago he seemed to delegate the running of his business to another sheik who touted himself as a savvy business manager, but there was evidence this other sheik was stealing a good portion of the profits from Sheik Salman. There were a lot of other details but I began to understand a lot of what was going on with Adiva’s family. I suspected that the second sheik, whose name was Saif, was the man destined to get Adiva.

The next day was Wednesday and I went in for my appointment with Chahna. As I walked into her office she closed the door behind me and gave me a big hug and a kiss on the cheek.

“Hello Sam. I missed you. Come in and have a seat.”

“Thank you Chahna I missed you too my six armed goddess.”

The results of me saying her trigger phrase were exactly as expected.

I had her finish her story.

After university she had started her practice. She had met her current girlfriend Casey at a club and they had hit it off right away. Casey had taken her home and they had great sex. Chahna moved in with Casey and had been there ever since, about three years.

“So what’s your relationship with Casey like now?”

“Not very good, especially recently. I used to do anything she wanted me to but I wasn’t really happy about it. But for the last few weeks I have been resisting her more, disagreeing and standing up for myself. She has been really upset with me because of it and has been yelling at me when I do what I want. I’m thinking of leaving her.”

I told her what to remember about our conversation and woke her up.

“Sam, I think you’ve made wonderful progress and next week is your last appointment.”

“Thank you Chahna. I couldn’t have done it without your help (true enough). How about lunch again tomorrow?”

“Sure, that would be great.”

“Ok. How does italian sound? I was thinking of Spaghetti Grill.”

“That would be perfect. I’ll see you there at twelve?”

“Yes.”

She walked me to the door but before she opened it I took her in my arms and gave her a big kiss on the lips. She melted into me and kissed me back without any resistance. She clearly wanted to continue but I broke it off.

She was breathing a little hard and said “Sam! That was nice.”

“Yes it was. See you tomorrow at twelve Chahna.” I let myself out.

Kristen and I met Adiva at the airport that afternoon with a big group hug and kisses all around.

“You were fantastic Adiva, we’re both very proud of you.”

“Thank you Malik. I missed you both terribly. I am so happy to be home again.”

“We feel the same way sister. Speaking of home, let’s get your bags and get back to the apartment so we can really celebrate.” Kristen gave us both an exaggerated wink and we all laughed.

Back at the apartment it was a real celebration, with champaign and caviar, the works.

We followed that up with, what else, lots of sex. The girls took turns with me, first Adiva since she had been deprived for so long, and then Kristen. Then Adiva a few more times before we called it a night.