The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

About mid morning Sunday Steve called again. “They want to meet Sam. Their place, a rented villa out east of town. As you suspected they won’t even talk if Adiva doesn’t go with you.”

“What time did you set the meeting for?”

“Eight PM. How do you want to get there?”

“Limo, I think. I need to make an impression.”

“Ok. I’ll send the limo to pick you up about six-thirty.”

“We’ll be ready. Make sure the strike team is ready to go.”

“They’ll be ready.”

I called the girls in. “We need to go shopping.”

“All of us?” Kristen asked.

“Yes. I need your help. I need to look wealthy and important so I need you to pick out some new clothes for me.”

“Oh goody!” they were all excited about the prospect of dressing me up.

“We also need to dress Adiva as my beautiful girlfriend who I value highly. I need her to look like she is the most important person in my life. Beautiful clothes, jewelry, makeup, hair, everything.”

The other two girls hugged Adiva.

“And we need to be back here by six.”

They all grabbed their bags and were out the door in a flash.

I picked up my keys and followed them to the car.

When the limo picked us up we were dressed to the nines. Adiva looked amazing and I felt like a poser. All the girls said I looked great, but they’d say that if I dressed in bib-overalls.

I had briefed Adiva. We were going to meet her father. I needed her to be a loving daughter but to make it clear that her loyalty was to me rather than to him. This should be easy for her, there would be no pretending involved.

In the limo I had a heart to heart with Adiva. “There is a chance that you will be taken away from me.”

She was clearly shaken.

“No matter what happens remember this Adiva, I do love you. If you are taken from me I need you to think in terms of how you can best serve me wherever you end up. I still need your service Adiva. You may have to pretend to submit to others so you can serve me better. Can you be strong and do that?” I felt like a heel asking this of her, but I knew there was a possibility that once we arrived at the villa we wouldn’t have another chance

A tear ran down her cheek. “Don’t cry, you’ll mess up your makeup.” I dabbed her cheek with a kleenex.

“I will do my best for you Malik. But... I do not wish to be separated from you.”

“I don’t want that either and I’m going to do all I can to make sure it doesn’t happen.”

We pulled up to the villa and the guard at the gate checked us and let us in.

The place was huge. There must have been sixteen bedrooms with nearly as many baths.

I was as nervous as a cat on a hot tin roof, but I took a few deep breaths and told myself everything was going to be all right.

Adiva was dressed in a green knee length dress. It was fairly conservative by US standards, no cleavage showing and not too tight, but somehow it radiated class and complemented her figure perfectly. She hung on my arm as we were escorted to a reception chamber which I supposed might have doubled as a room to have a party.

The sheik was there along with a couple of other men. I recognized one as his advocate (kind of a lawyer slash business administrator). He was a short round man with bulging eyes and fat cheeks, dressed in a western style business suit. The other I did not recognize, he was wearing a more traditional Arabic style clothing as was the sheik.

There was also muscle of course, two guards with the sheik and one by the front door.

Two women were bringing in coffee and some kind of cake. They had just set it on a small table in front of the sheik and turned to leave the room as we entered.

We approached and stood before the sheik.

I took my cue from Adiva who did not speak.

Finally the sheik stirred and said “Daughter, it has been a long time. I know you have been through a great ordeal so I will not ask how you have been. But how are you now?”

“Father, thank you for receiving us. I am very pleased to see you again. I am well and I am happy. Sam has cared for my every need, and has made me the happiest woman on earth.”

This family was apparently not given to any public displays of affection.

He turned to me. “You are Sam.”

“Yes sir. Sam Williams, CEO of Adamson Corporation.”

“And what is your interest in my daughter?”

“Well sir, it all started because I felt she had been victimized by the terrorists and I knew she was about to be punished unfairly as a terrorist herself. I just couldn’t let that happen. Since then I have fallen in love with your daughter and I want her to stay with me. I guess in your terms you could say that she has become my concubine.”

“That is not your decision to make young man. A father decides who his daughter will be given to.” I could sense the irritation in his voice.

“But father, I do love him. Please do not try to separate us.”

“It is not for you to decide this either daughter. I have already made arrangements for you to be given to a good Muslim man, and even now, after all that has happened, he has agreed to receive you.”

“Father, even if he receives me he will not treat me with honor or love. I will be relegated to concubine in name and to servant in fact. He will not care for me, only tolerate my presence. For all Muslim men of rank I have been soiled, ruined, it would be a miserable existence.”

He chewed on that for nearly a full minute. “I will consider your words daughter. Now go and allow me to speak to this man alone. Suleiman, take her to her room.”

Suleiman, the man in the desert garb stepped forward.

Adiva looked at me, a little alarm written in her face.

“Go ahead amira, everything is going to be fine.” I touched her cheek, and she left with Suleiman.

When they had left the room the sheik directed his attention back to me. “So Mr. Williams, you dishonor me by taking my daughter without my permission and now you wish me to honor you by giving her freely?”

“Sheik, by the standards of your culture and your religion I may have indeed dishonored you, and for that I truly apologize. However by the standards of my culture I have done the right thing. First, I have saved Adiva from going to prison for the rest of her life. I think we can both agree that that would have been both unjust and undesirable. Second, Adiva deserves to be happy and she deserves to be loved, that is something I can give her that she will not find in your culture. Let me make myself very clear sheik, my concern is with Adiva’s happiness, not your honor. Now if I can achieve both that is a worthy goal, but if not, Adiva comes first for me.”

His face had become more red with each word I uttered. “I understand you all too well Mr. Williams. You are one of those lusty Americans who cannot control his base desires and you wish to have your way with my daughter. You excuse your actions by calling it love, but when you tire of her you will set her adrift. This is not our way and it shall never be so.”

“But even if I were to consider allowing my daughter to stay with you. You come here with nothing in hand. You are a terrible negotiator Mr. Williams, you have nothing to negotiate with but those things that have already passed. No, my daughter will be on her way home within the hour.”

He had become more and more angry as he spoke.

My phone rang. Right on time.

“Excuse me sheik, I realize that it is very rude to do so but I really must look at this message.” I took the phone out and checked the text message that had just come in.

“Apologies sheik. You were saying that I come here with nothing to bargain with. I think you should call your home, I’m afraid your family is missing.”

“WHAT?! My family? What has happened to my family?”

“Oh they’re safe. But the price of their continued safety is that Adiva stay here with me.”

“You dare! You will die for this outrage!”

“If anything happens to me your family disappears forever.”

That brought him up short.

“Listen sheik. You hold the woman I love, I hold your family. I knew you would try to take Adiva from me so I preempted you by taking those you care for first. I will gladly make a trade.”

“You are an animal!”

“No sheik, a business man, which you are not. I will tell you a story. It is a parable of sorts because it contains an important lesson for all of us.”

“There was a wealthy man who inherited his wealth, but he was not a good business man. To his credit he realized his own limitations and hired his good friend to manage his business. In exchange he promised his friend that when his daughter came of age she would be his.”

The sheik shifted in his seat. Apparently I was hitting close to home.

“But his friend wasn’t such a good friend after all. From the very beginning he took goods from the wealthy man’s business and transferred them to himself, selling them as his own. Year by year the wealthy man’s businesses declined while the friend’s business prospered. After eight years the wealthy man was near to losing all he had and was desperate, but was still unable to suspect his friend of dishonesty. It’s a sad story.”

“And what happened to this wealthy man?” the sheik asked.

“That part of the story remains to be written sheik. I think you know that you are the wealthy man. Sheik Saif has been skimming petroleum from your wells for years. Every year, more and more. You are on the brink of losing everything to your creditors. You are no business man sheik or this would have been evident to you as it became evident to me. You would also have learned that your advocate here has been receiving large payments from Saif to make sure you learn nothing.”

He looked askance at the advocate who blustered and said something about not trusting the word of an infidel and then went on a tirade in Arabic.

When the commotion died down I said “Sheik Salman, here is my offer to you. My company has the experience and assets necessary to manage your business. I can have an oil well management team in place within the week. I will sign the same contract with you that Saif did, except I promise you that you will receive all that is yours. In exchange, you will allow Adiva to stay here with your blessing. And one more thing before you answer... May I approach more closely? This is for your ears only.”

The room tensed. Guards placed hands on weapons. I opened my coat. “I have no weapons. I know that if I tried to harm you I would never leave this room alive.”

The sheik considered for a moment, then waived the others away and beckoned me forward.

I approached close enough that only the sheik would hear my sotto voice. “Remember that Saif has provided most of your security as well sheik.” His eyes flew wide and then he composed himself. “Be careful who you trust and be careful what you say, and take whatever additional measures to protect yourself tonight that you can. I have people nearby who can be here in a few minutes, if you tell me to I will send them a message.”

I straightened and backed away.

“Ha! You are a liar as well as an infidel. My friend Saif is loyal as is my advocate Ishaq, I will not hear any more. You have my family, I have my daughter, and Mr. Williams I also have you. We will see who has a better hand. We will speak of this again tomorrow. You will be staying here tonight. Ka’hil, take him to an empty room and make sure he stays there.”

He may not be a good business man but if he was faking it he was a good actor. I really wasn’t one hundred percent certain as I was being escorted to my room whether he was on my side or not. But I thought that last part scared him so the signs were positive.

As I entered my room and the door closed behind me I thought ‘And that as they say is that. Now for the waiting, the hardest part.’

Amazingly they had not taken my cell phone. I sent Steve a text message “The fox is in the hen house.”

It was now after nine o’clock. Early. But there was no TV. I didn’t think I could sleep but I killed the light, stripped down to my skivvies and climbed into bed.

I laid there for a long time. Thinking about all the pieces I had put in motion. Hoping that no one actually got hurt. Worrying about Adiva. Whatever came to mind.

I was just about to doze off when the door opened a crack letting a sharp slice of light into the room. Then it opened a little more, I shut my eyes against the bright light. Someone was coming in, they blocked the light momentarily and then the door closed. It was too much to hope that Adiva had found me, almost certainly this was someone who wanted to do me harm.

I knew that my would be attacker would have an idea of where I was, gained in that moment that light flooded in, but I also knew they would be night blind for a few minutes. I slipped out of the bed as silently as possible on the far side of the bed and backed against the far wall.

My eyes had readjusted quickly to the dark. I could distinguish the silhouette of a woman, and then an honest to god long knife came slashing down into the bed I had just vacated. That got my attention, let me tell you.

I tried to calm my nerves with a few deep (but oh so silent) breaths. Ok, it’s a woman, so... I focused my power and unleashed the enslaving energy.

To my surprise she straightened up and started sweeping the room with her knife. Crap! Someone else’s slave. I had to think of something else. It wouldn’t be long before her eyes adjusted to the dark and she would be able to see me.

As she came near my hiding place I lunged and grabbed her knife arm, but she spun away and swept the knife back catching me in the right arm just above the elbow. It was a deep gash and I swore out loud.

“Ah, now I see you. Now you will die.” She swept the knife at my face and I backed into the wall. She came right back with a backhand stab that nearly got my useless right arm again. Then she was in close. She was amazingly agile and strong and I only had one good arm. Before I knew it she was slashing the knife toward my throat. I was able to grab her wrist with my left hand but the knife was getting nearer and nearer to my throat as she pushed with all her strength.

My mind was in a panic. I could see no way this didn’t end in my death. I strained against her weight but my arm was weakening. I wanted to cry out “NO! DON’T DO THIS!” but I couldn’t spare the breath.

That’s when it happened again. My eyes blurred and my sinuses errupted. I collapsed to the floor. Now I was dead for sure, I couldn’t even see. I scrambled toward the bed and vaulted to what I hoped was the other side, but I landed half way across the bed and rolled to the floor. I quickly grabbed a handful of blanket and wiped my face.

When I could finally see, I was shocked. There she stood, looking at the spot where I had been, just standing and staring straight ahead, knife in her right hand hanging at her side. I’d seen that look before and I was so relieved I broke down and cried right there.

When I had finally recovered my wits I approached her from behind and took the knife out of her hand. I used it to cut a strip from the sheet and tied it around my arm as a bandage to try to staunch the flow of blood. I cut another strip and tied it above the first. I used the knife handle to twist the tourniquet until it cut off the blood flow to my arm (not easily done with just a shaking left hand).

Finally I felt I could take some time to investigate my latest conquest.

I touched her on the arm. “What is your name?”

“Muna.”

“Why were you trying to kill me.”

“My former master told me to.”

“Former master?”

“Yes.”

“Who was your former master?”

“Sheik Saif.”

“And who is your master now?”

“You are.”

Interesting. So it is possible to turn someone else’s slave. But how did I do it? Could I do it again?

“Ok Muna, you are my slave now and you serve only me. How many other slaves does Saif have here?”

“Two.”

“Who?”

“Rida and Tahirah.”

“Are there any other women here?”

“Only Adiva.”

So all female staff here were Saif’s slaves.

“Ok. What about the guards, which ones are loyal to Salman?”

“Kamal, Nu’man and Ghalib.”

“Where are they now?”

“They have been sent to sleep.”

Coincidence? I didn’t think so. Not good.

“So Ka’hil, the guard outside my door, is Saif’s man?”

“Yes.”

“Who else is loyal to Saif and where are they now?”

“Asim is guarding Adiva. Zafar is at the front door. Yusuf is guarding the Sheik.”

So four guards were Saif’s and three were not.

“What about Suleiman? Where are his loyalties?”

“He serves Sheik Salman.”

“Ok Muna. I am going to count down from three to zero. When I reach zero you will wake and be your normal self except that you will always obey any commands I give. Do not call me Master in the hearing of other people. Do you understand these instructions?”

“Yes.”

“If you ever hear me, and only me say the words ‘my covert kitten’ you will immediately return to this trance state. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Three, two, one, zero.”

Her eyes widened. “Master!”

“Ssshhhh!” I held my finger to my lips.

She continued more quietly. “Master I am so sorry I tried to harm you.”

“Stop! Don’t worry about that right now. We have work to do. We have to find a way to neutralize Ka’hil, but I’d rather not kill him.”

“I will go and wake the other guards. One of them can come and disable him.”

“Do you think you can convince them to act against their friends?”

“They are not friends. None of the three likes Ka’hil, and if I tell them that Sheik Salman is betrayed they will help us.”

“Ok. Make it quick. And if you can convince all three, send the other two to the Sheik’s room, I have a feeling he’s in danger. After Ka’hil is taken care of. Come back to me here and bring one of Saif’s slaves.”

“Yes Master. But first I should examine your arm. I have injured you.”

“All right.”

She loosened the tourniquet and I felt blood flow into my arm. The tingling was painful. Some blood still seeped from my wound but not like before. She re-tightened the tourniquet after a few minutes replacing the knife handle with a hair brush.

“You must loosen it every fifteen minutes. Try not to use your arm.”

“Thank you. Now go.”

It was a tense twenty minutes. I kept listening at the door, expecting someone to come in and discover that I wasn’t dead any minute.

I was thinking about what had happened with Muna. The first time I tried to enslave her it didn’t work. So why had it worked the second time? And it had felt like that very first time in Chahna’s office. Why? I was racking my brain for an answer. It clearly was possible to convert someone else’s slave. But how did I do it?

Ok. Clear the mind and start from the beginning. The first time I failed and the second time I succeeded. What was different? It could be that just doing it twice in a short space of time was all that was necessary. What else was different? Contact! Physical contact! The second time I was holding on to her knife arm with my left hand. It was a possibility.

Then there was some talking outside. It was all in Arabic so I didn’t catch what was said. Suddenly there was the sound of a body slumping to the floor. Then it sounded like someone was dragging it away.

Another minute or two passed before there was a knock at the door. “It is I, Muna.”

I opened the door.

“I will return with Rida.”

“Good.”

I ripped some strips from the sheet and stood by the door.

When Muna returned she came in first pointing to the far corner so Rida’s attention would be drawn in that direction. Smart girl.

I slipped in behind Rida and slapped the wadded up sheet material over her mouth with my left hand. She opened her mouth to scream and I stuffed the material inside. She almost bit me. Then Muna was on her. She clamped a hand on her throat and held the knife point an inch away from her right eye.

Rida stopped struggling.

“Lay down on the bed.” She did and Muna tied her hands.

“Thank you Muna. Now put her in that chair and stand aside I want to try something.”

I focussed on her and released the enslaving energy. It didn’t seem to have any effect. Her eyes still showed awareness and fear.

“Will you obey me Rida?”

She shook her head no.

I did it again. Still no change.

“Will you obey me Rida?”

Again she shook her head.

So doing it twice made no difference, that was not the key.

Now I knelt, clamped my hand around her throat and looked into her eyes. Focus, release, Wham!

Man! I would never get used to that explosion in my head.

When my eyes cleared I could tell she was in a trance. I removed the gag.

“Will you obey me now Rida?”

“Yes.”

So physical contact was the key. I now knew how to do something that no other Slaver did (as far as I was aware). I didn’t think I was going to share this piece of info with Larry. It would undermine my own security if other Slavers learned of it.

I took Rida through the same induction instructions I had given Muna.

“Ok. Let’s get the last of Saif’s slaves in here so I can... release her from his control.”

It wasn’t long before we were finished. All three women were my faithful slaves. I took a moment to look them over.

Muna was fairly attractive. Mid twenties. Very tall, taller than me by a couple of inches. Slim, I would say skinny. Her skin was dark and her black hair curly.

Rida was middle aged, shaped like a fireplug. Olive complexion and long dark brown hair.

The third one, Tahirah was young, a teenager. She was a waif. Short and thin. It was hard to tell how old she really was but she could have passed for thirteen. She had a pretty face though and medium brown hair.

“All right. Listen to me carefully. These instructions are for all three of you. You will continue in the service of Sheik Salman. You will also pretend that you are still the loyal slaves of Sheik Saif. However you will give him no information that would harm Sheik Salman, myself or our interests. If you learn anything that might help me or that you think I should know you will contact me at the first opportunity. Do any of you have access to the internet?”

“Yes, we use it to order things for the Sheik.”

“Good. If you need to contact me send an email to [email protected]. Here,” I reached for my shirt and pulled some cards from the pocket. “It’s printed on these. Memorize it and destroy them as soon as possible.”

“Muna, go out and try to find out what the status of the Sheik is.”

She left and the others insisted on treating my wound.

“I will go and bring the medical supplies.” Rida said.

“Fine. But be careful.”

I was alone with Tahirah, the little one. “How old are you?” I was curious.

“I am nineteen years old Master.” I never would have guessed.

Muna came back followed closely by Rida. “The Sheik is safe. Saif’s men were trying to break in to his room but they have been killed or captured. The Sheik has given orders to not be disturbed.”

Rida handed the medical bag to Muna who began examining and cleaning my wound. She applied a local anesthesia and sewed eleven stitches.

“You’re very skilled Muna.”

“Thank you Master. I was trained as a nurse before I volunteered for the jihad. Then I was trained to fight and kill. I was scheduled to carry a bomb into a market in Jerusalem when Saif took me. He sent me to work for Sheik Salman.”

I was lucky to be alive. This girl was deadly.

I checked the clock. Nearly one AM. “Ok. All of you go back to bed. You will have duties for the Sheik tomorrow.”

“Master,” Muna spoke up. “You will not be able to care for yourself in the morning with your arm injured. I will come back at seven o’clock to help you prepare for an audience with the Sheik.”

“Good idea. But until then get some sleep.”

They all left and I sat down on the bed and took a deep breath. I was exhausted and I couldn’t believe all that had happened in the last three hours.

There was a knock at the door.

“Who’s there?”

“Tahirah.” came from the other side.

“Come in.”

She came in carrying an armful of sheets and blankets.

“Your bed was damaged.” was all she said, and set to replacing my bed clothes while I waited.

When she was finished she turned down the sheets and stepped back.

“Thank you Tahirah, that was very thoughtful.”

She just smiled and bowed her head.

During all the commotion in my room I had never put on any clothes. I was still in my underwear so I just lay down in the bed and sighed.

The next thing I knew Tahirah was climbing up onto the bed. She was already naked (when had she stripped?). She knelt between my legs and pulled down my undies.

I could see where this was leading and was hard almost immediately.

She stroked my member a few times and decided it was hard enough. Straddling my hips and raising up on the balls of her feet, she lowered herself onto my impaler. She got it about half way in and stopped. “Oooohhhh Master.” She was so tiny I had already bumped up against her uterus. I felt her pussy ripple and convulse. She moaned and wriggled a little bit and I felt the tip of my cock enter her womb.

“Aaaahhhhhhh! Oooohhhhh!” Her internal muscles spasmed again. She caught her breath and wriggled again, lowering herself the rest of the way, bottoming out with my cock buried deeply inside.

“Aaaaaeeeeeeeeehhhhhhnnnnnnggggggg!” Her whole body convulsed and she passed out.

I was holding her in place with my hands on her rib cage. I felt like I had run her through with a sword. If she had been conscious she should have been feeling the tip of my rod hitting her tonsils. And she was tight, man was she tight.

“Come on little bit, wake up.” With one hand I slapped her cheeks lightly. She moaned and started to stir. Her breasts were small but her nipples were hard and poking out about a half inch. I cupped them, squeezing, pinching and rolling her nipples between thumb and forefinger.

She started to come around.

“Oh... Master... It’s... amazing... It’s... paradise... Never...Oh!”

She had a small orgasm.

I didn’t want to lose her again so I eased up on the titties. I placed my hands on her hips and raised her until I was half way out, then lowered her back in place. She shivered.

Again. “Ooooohhhhhh.”

Again. “Aaaaaahhhh.” She started helping me moving on her own.

Again. “Mmmmmmmm.” She placed her hands on my abdomen and helped me again. “Pleeeeaaaaasse.”

I released her and she continued the up and down motion. She started increasing her speed.

“Ah, ah, ah, ah, mmph, mmph, oh, oh, mas, ter, I, can’t, wait, any, loooonnnnngggggerrrrrr!”

About half way through this I had put my hands back on her hips and was raising her up and slamming her down on my dick. Raising her up until only the tip of my cock was still in her pussy then slamming her down, stabbing right through her uterus until she bottomed out. When she came so did I. I don’t remember but I think we both passed out that time.

The next thing I knew Muna was shaking me. “Master, you must wake now. You must prepare to meet the Sheik.”

“Huh? Wha..? Oh.” Something was on top of me. I looked down to see the top of Tahirah’s head. “Oohh. Ok. Can you move her?”

She grabbed Tahirah under the armpits and moved her to the far side of the bed.

“You have pulled out some stitches. You should have been resting.”

“Right. Sorry.”

“We will fix it after you have had your shower.”

I dragged myself out of bed. She had the water running already. I stepped into the shower and let the warm water run over my head and back. I wiped the water from my face and reached for the soap. It wasn’t there. I knew I had seen it though. Suddenly I felt a soapy rag on my back and I jumped. “Muna?”

“Yes.” Came her voice from behind me.

“God! Give a guy a warning.” I laughed.

She scrubbed with the wash cloth. Then I rinsed. She squirted shampoo into my hair and massaged it in. I rinsed it out and turned around to find a completely naked Muna reaching for my cock, which was already hard, I mean I was in a shower with a naked woman. Duh.”

She grasped my member and smiled. “May I offer you a treat Master.”

“What do you have to offer?”

She spun around and bent over exposing her wonderful hole.

“Nice.”

I stepped up behind her, she was just the right height for this, and inserted myself.

“Noooooo!”

“No?”

She was breathing hard. “I mean no, I do not wish to have an orgasm yet. I want to enjoy you. But I could not help myself.”

“Oh. Well enjoy this.” I stared sawing into her. She tensed and bucked and spasmed, but I give her credit she didn’t pass out. She stood her ground and took it until I spent my seed inside her. But by then she was shaking and leaning against the wall of the shower, and when I pulled out she slumped to the floor of the shower and lay there recovering.

I dried off and walked into the bedroom. Tahirah was still sleeping, face down. I slapped her on the butt, hard enough to sting.

“Aaaaahhhh!” She jumped up and knelt before me.

“Get up from there and go help Muna. She’s in the shower.”

“Yes Master.”

“And Tahirah. Thank you for last night.”

She smiled and ran off to help Muna.

After a while they both came out jabbering in Arabic and giggling. Muna dressed my wound, replacing two torn stitches.

They both helped me dress.

“Ok. You’d both better get to your other duties. Thank you for everything.” I gave them each a kiss and they left.

I sat down on the chair to think for a while.

Something was decidedly different. The last few times I’d had sex with my girls they had had incredible orgasms with very little effort on my part to make that happen.

I always liked to think of myself as a sensitive lover, I mean I always tried to make sure my partners enjoyed themselves. But even with a lot of care and patience they often didn’t quite get to climax.

Now it seemed that all I had to do was insert my penis in their pussy and they were off to the races, and in a very extreme way. They were passing out on me for crying out loud! They were getting off before I had a chance to even get started. I knew that what was happening was not natural.

Kristen hadn’t been that way when she first came to me and neither had Adiva. So it either had to do with the length of time they had been slaves (and not just my slaves because it was already affecting the two I took last night) or it was due to some change in me.

I had no answer but I would find out as soon as Casey was integrated into my network of slaves. So I resolved to pay attention to my experience with her and I thought I might ask Larry as well.

There was a knock at the door. I opened it and winced. Gotta remember not to use my right arm. I found the Sheik’s man Suleiman. “Sheik Salman wishes to see you now if you are ready.”

“Yes, I’m ready. Lead the way.”

So he lead and I followed, down to the same large room we had met in the day before. The guards were there and so was the advocate Ishaq. That was not a good sign. But so was Suleiman and I knew the guards were not Saif’s men. So stop worrying Sam.

“Well Mr. Williams, here I am. And here is my advocate Ishaq. What do you think of that?”

“I think your business is your business. If you think this is the best course that is your prerogative as owner.”

“Yes it is.” He paused for a long moment. “I have been a fool Mr. Williams. I have been guilty of the sin of pride.”

“I have been awake most of the night, reading the Quran and praying. I found one passage that was particularly pertinent. ‘If you repent, then you shall have your capital; neither shall you make the debtor suffer loss, nor shall you be made to suffer loss.’ I do repent Mr. Williams. Tell me, what would you do with an associate who lied and stole from you, who betrayed you for a secret enemy, who pretended to be your friend, all the while working for your destruction?”

As he said these words he slowly turned his head in the direction of Ishaq the advocate who suddenly realized that the abrupt change in the direction of the conversation was bringing him into the spotlight. Sweat beads popped out on his rotund little face and fear touched his eyes.

Now I knew, more or less, where I stood. “Well Sheik, I would first make sure that word spread far and wide that he was a little sneak thief who can never be trusted, a liar and a betrayer of friends. I would see to it that he never work again, except maybe on a pig farm cleaning stalls. And I would send him back to his master with a message, maybe something like ‘Game On!’.”

“You are too merciful. Oh I agree with what you say but it is in my heart to send him back without his tongue.”

Ishaq was now shaking. “No, no. He made me! He said he would kill me! I had no choice. Please you must understand.”

“You had a choice Ishaq, you had many choices. That is what life is, a series of choices. And where we end up is a result of the choices we make. Well my friend, your end will be unpleasant.”

“Kamal, take him to his room and make sure he stays there.”

The guard grabbed Ishaq by the scruff of the neck and started to escort him out.

“One moment Kamal.” I said. “I’m sorry Sheik but may I make a suggestion?”

“Of course, I am beginning to see the wisdom of listening to your counsel Mr. Williams.”

“Search him. Make sure he doesn’t have a cell phone or anything he could use to communicate with the outside world. It would be best to keep Saif in the dark.” I said with a sneer.

“Yes, that is a good idea. Kamal, see to it. And do not put him back in his own room, take him to one of the empty rooms and make sure he cannot escape through the windows.”

Kamal threw Ishaq against the wall and patted him down. He came up with a cell phone and a knife as well as a small pistol. Snub nose .38 I thought.

“Well, well. Better and better. Take him away and search him more thoroughly. I do not wish to see his fat body, but strip him down and make sure he has no secrets before locking him away.”

Kamal escorted a protesting and struggling Ishaq from the room.

“And now Mr. Williams, what am I to do with you? Ghalib, bring my daughter please.

The other guard left the room, leaving me alone with the Sheik.

“I get the feeling Mr. Williams that you would like nothing better than to bring down Sheik Saif, to hurt him, to beat him at his own game. Is that a correct assessment?”

I touched my right arm which was throbbing with pain right now. I realized that what I really wanted was to kill Saif, turn about being fair play and all that. But I reigned in those thoughts and just nodded.

“Then perhaps you and I can come to an understanding after all. You say that your company is able manage my business?”

“Yes sir, we have all the pieces necessary for just such an operation. We may have to supplement with some locals but we have the expertise and management personnel we need.”

“And you say you can have them working within a week?”

“Yes sir.”

“How do you recommend we handle the transfer?”

“First, it should be kept secret until we are ready to move. Second, it should be sudden and complete. I don’t want Saif to hear that we are coming and be able to sabotage us in some way.”

“Agreed. And you will sign the same contract Saif did?”

“Yes.”

“Done. I will have my attorneys draw it up.”

“With all due respect Sheik. Your household and your businesses have been compromised and infiltrated by Saif’s people. Allow me to have my people draw up the contracts so Saif will not know about it.”

“Yes, you are correct. I do not know which of my people I can trust.”

Just then Ghalib came back with Adiva. She looked just as radiant as she had the night before. Her green dress complementing her green eyes, gold necklace, bracelets and rings. She was a beautiful sight to wake up to.

“Ah, daughter, thank you for joining us. Your... friend Mr. Williams and I have come to an agreement. Daughter you have chosen well. I approve of this Sam Williams and I give you to him freely.”

She threw her arms around me and hugged me tightly, whispering in my ear “Oh Master, thank you.”

Then she unwrapped herself from me and went to her father who stood and, I think, was surprised to receive a big hug of his own. “Thank you father. You have made me so happy.”

As she was holding him in that hug I thought I saw a tear roll down his cheek, but he turned away and when he faced us again it was gone and he was his same serious, calculating self.

“That still leaves me with a serious problem Mr. Williams. I do not know which of those people in my household and in my businesses I can trust. What do you think I should do?”

I thought for a moment. “I think Adiva and I should accompany you back to the League and help you clean house. With Adiva’s help I would like to interview all members of your household, servants, security and family. I will bring a lie detector and we will find out who is loyal and who is not. But we have to do it at the same time that my teams are taking over the management of your assets. And it should be soon, I don’t know how often these security people reported to Saif but I think we should act before he has time to suspect something.”

“Yes. Good. It shall be as you say. When shall we leave?”

“Well, no need to be in too big a hurry. I think we can leave around Friday and implement project ‘conquest’ Sunday.”

“Project ‘conquest’? I like the sound of it. Very well. That will give me time to care for some loose ends I need to clean up here.”

What? Like burying the bodies of any of Saif’s men who wouldn’t be going home?

“Then I think we have a good plan. Adiva do you have your passport and your student Visa papers.”

“No. They were taken from me. I do have some letters to the INS that might help me get them replaced but I do not know how long that will take.”

“Too long I’m afraid. Ok, don’t worry about it, I think I know someone who can help with that. Sheik, would you like me to make arrangements for the flight?”

“No, I have a plane chartered already, I only need to tell them what day we will be leaving. You are invited to fly with me if you like.”

“All right, that sounds good. It will give you time to spend with your daughter, and by the way, feel free to spend time with her over the next few days as well.”

“Thank you. I would like that. I have always wished to see this ‘Sea World’ place, perhaps my daughter would accompany me.”

Adiva smiled and nodded vigorously.

“One more thing Sheik, if you will permit me one moment.”

I pulled out my cell phone and called Steve Bartholomue. “Steve. Sam here. We’re done here. Everything’s in place. Please start moving people immediately. And Steve, draw up a contract, same terms he has with Saif. And...” I looked up at the Sheik “tell the strike team to take the sheik’s family home.” I hung up.

“Thank you Mr. Williams.”

“You’re welcome. The fact that they were mysteriously taken away and then suddenly returned is going to raise some suspicion on Saif’s part, but it couldn’t be helped. And with that I think we should be going Adiva.”

“No.” Said the Sheik. “You must at least stay for breakfast. I cannot send you away with empty stomachs.”

“All right, that sounds like a good idea.”