The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

While the rest of us were eating breakfast Casey came out of the bedroom dressed in one of my t-shirts and a pair of my swim trunks. They looked a lot better on her than on me.

She knelt beside me and bowed her head. “Master, thank you for making me whole. I had no idea.”

“Casey, look at these girls. They’re all my slaves. Even though I like the slave master thing sometimes, I want to deal with you as a person, not as property.” I looked around at the group at the table. “This goes for all of you. It’s more important to me that you are all my lovers, that you love me and I love you.”

“You love me?” this from Casey.

“I love all of you. Girls, give your new sister a warm welcome.”

Chahna was the first one out of her seat and falling to her knees to hug Casey. “Welcome home Casey.”

“Thank you Chahna. I’m so sorry for what I did to you.”

The other girls piled on and soon they were all squealing and rolling on the floor hugging each other.

It amazed me that these beautiful, intelligent, professional women could be reduced to squealing little girls each time I added a new slave to our group.

“All right, that’s enough, we’ve got some things to discuss.”

They all came back to the table and sat.

“Adiva, your father is taking you to Sea World today, right?”

“Yes.”

“Good. I want to talk to him when he gets here to pick you up. Casey, you said you took a leave of absence. Could you extend that through next week?”

“Yes. I have some vacation time too.”

“Ok. Adiva, Stefani and I are going to the LAS this Friday. Do you have a passport?”

“Yes.”

“Excellent. I need a body guard. You think you’re up to it?”

“Definitely.”

“You’ll have to wear one of those..., what do you call them Adiva? The long black robes?”

“An abaya. And a head scarf.”

“No problem. Easier to hide weapons.”

Weapons. That made me think of something.

“Adiva you have a lot of familiarity with weapons except that you haven’t ever used live ammunition. Do you think you could get some practice in just in case you actually need to protect yourself or me?”

“If you wish it Malik.”

“I think it would be a good idea. Casey, can you take her to a shooting range tomorrow?”

“Yes.”

“Kristen, when will that other bedroom be ready?”

“Today.”

“Good. Casey, you’re welcome to live here if you want to.”

“Thank you. I’d like that.”

“Ok. Move in today. Check with Kristen on what things you can bring from your other place. And don’t forget to get your passport.”

She nodded.

“Maybe Casey would like to go with me today to buy some things for our new bedroom?” Kristen ventured.

“Would you really take me? That would be so wonderful... Mistress.” Casey reached across the table to touch Kristens hand.

“Ok that’s settled. Stefani, after I have a chance to talk to the Sheik this morning you’re with me. We’re going to the Police station to pick up your passport.”

Stefani nodded.

“Chahna, while we’re gone Kristen is in charge of our home and Adamson Corp. I need you to be available to help her with any major decisions, just be a good, balanced advisor. Help her think things through.”

“Yes Master.”

“Kristen, if I’m not available I know you’ll make good decisions. Don’t worry about it, you’ve got Steve and you’ve got Chahna to advise you.”

“Yes Master.”

Chahna went to work.

Kristen and Casey went shopping for bedroom furniture and decorations.

The other two cleaned up after breakfast.

Not much later Sheik Salman arrived for Adiva in a large Mercedes sedan. I went out to talk to him.

“Sheik, it’s good to see you.”

“And you Mr. Williams.”

“Listen, I need some advice. I need to take three people with me to your home including Adiva, all women. What’s the best way to do that?”

“What is the relationship of these women to you?”

“I’ll be honest with you Sheik. They’re all concubines. But they are also a lie detector specialist and a body guard.”

“I see. Is it not illegal in this country to have more than one woman?”

“Yes, but it’s not really enforced unless there’s some kind of coercion involved.” And enslaving women is not coercion Sam? Yeah, I know. But they were happy and I thought that made a difference, besides, I thought Slavers were a special case. It’s interesting how I was already rationalizing and setting myself apart from the normal population.

“It is your business, not mine, as long as Adiva is happy. However it might be best if they entered our country as friends of my daughter rather than being associated with you. You as an American would draw too much attention with more than one woman, and I must explain to my family that Adiva is now yours, that will be difficult if it is known you have other women.”

“Ok. I guess that’s what we’ll have to do. Thanks.”

“It is my honor to advise you. And make sure the women have an abaya to wear in my country.”

“Yeah, we already thought of that. Adiva will take them shopping tomorrow.”

I got out of the car and let Adiva in. “Bye amira. Have a good time with your father.”

“Thank you Sam.”

Back in the apartment I grabbed my coat and helmet and a spare helmet I hadn’t used since I broke up with my last girlfriend. “Stefani. You’re with me.”

She was wearing jeans and running shoes. I gave her a flannel coat I had in the closet.

“Ever ride a motorcycle?”

She shook her head no.

“Ok. You’re going to be the passenger. Just hold on to me and stay in line with my body. Don’t try to help me steer by leaning out, just stay lined up with my torso and hang on. Put your feet on those footrests.”

I cranked the motor and it roared to life.

She got on behind me and away we went.

When we arrived at the police station she whipped off the helmet. “God that was a rush Sam! I love riding your motorcycle with you.”

“Really? Well, we’ll have to take a nice long drive up to the Sequoias one day.”

“Oh could we Sam? That would be wonderful.”

We walked into the police station and up to the counter. Stefani hung on my arm.

“Hi, I’m Sam Williams. Detective Leftwich left a package here for me.”

The woman behind the counter said “Well let me see if I can find it. Ah, here it is. She pulled out a manila envelope with ‘Sam Williams or Stefani Martinez’ written on it with a Sharpee.”

She asked for my I.D. and I showed it to her. Then she had me sign for the envelope.

We opened it to make sure what we needed was inside. Stefani’s passport slid out and I handed it to her.

Back on the motorcycle and back to the apartment.

Stefani was really taken with the bike ride. I could tell she wouldn’t stop pestering me until we took the Sequoia trip. That would have to wait until we got back from the LAS though.

Arriving at the apartment I found Larry waiting for me. It was nearly lunch time so I invited him to stay and eat, and of course Sue too.

“So, here are the passport and student visa for your girl. He fished an envelope from his coat pocket and handed it to me.”

“Thanks Larry, I really appreciate this.”

“Good because there’s a favor I need to ask of you. I know you haven’t officially decided to become a member of our little group but since you’re going to the LAS we thought you might be willing to do something for us.”

“What might that be?”

“Get as much information as you can on Sheik Saif. We’re convinced he’s a Slaver and he’s also the biggest arms dealer in the area. But the biggest problem from the US government’s point of view is that he is a big supporter of Al-Qaeda.”

“All right. I’m not much of a spy but I’ll keep my eyes and ears open.”

“Good. Be careful Sam, he’s dangerous.”

You don’t have to tell me that. He already tried to kill me once.

“And we still think he has slaves in Salman’s household. In fact we were surprised you didn’t find any among the ones he brought here.”

I decided to skirt the subject. “That brings up a question I’ve been wanting to ask you Larry. Is there any way to tell if a woman is someone’s slave without actually trying to enslave her?”

“No. That’s the only way that I know of. Why?”

“Well, I’m going to have to enslave every woman in Salman’s household to make sure none belong to Saif. I just don’t like the idea of enslaving Adiva’s mother or Salman’s second wife.”

“Ah. Well sometimes those things can’t be helped.” He cleared his throat. “I also wanted to mention that if Saif were to... pass away while you’re there, the US government would do anything in its power to make sure you returned home safely.” He was telling me I had a green light to kill Saif. I didn’t really want to kill anyone but I would keep it in mind. I doubted the US government would be able to do much for me though if I got arrested for murdering a Sheik in the LAS.

“I understand.”

“And there is a two hundred thousand dollar dead-or-alive reward for him”

The money didn’t seem that important to me.

“I’ll get whatever information I can for you but don’t count on Saif suddenly ‘passing away’.”

Thursday was full of last minute details. Deciding what to pack, double checking lists.

Casey took Adiva to the pistol range and Stefani decided to go with them. They spent several hours and several hundred rounds of ammunition. Afterwards they went shopping at a little shop Adiva knew where they sold traditional Arabic/Islamic clothing. They were gone for the better part of the day.

Steve brought the lie detector equipment and I had Stefani check it out when she got home that evening. He also brought a satellite phone.

“Your cell phone probably won’t work. My number is already programmed in as well as the number for each of our team leaders.”

Thursday night I spent time with Kristen and Chahna. I was leaving them behind but I didn’t want them to get the idea they were any less important to me.

The flight left early Friday morning and we were all on board.

The chartered plane was a converted 767. It had a few rows of first class seats in the front but the rest of the fuselage had been converted to cubicles built with very comfortable seats facing each other across a low table. Some of the cubicles had beds, not enough for everyone to sleep at the same time, but actual beds we could stretch out on and sleep laying down. We slept in shifts. Even the bathrooms were large and roomy compared to the normal passenger jet configuration.

I was glad it was set up so comfortably. It was a twenty-four hour flight, which would have been a killer on a normal plane. We left at eight AM Friday and arrived at eight PM Saturday local time after stops in Atlanta and Paris.

On the plane the Sheik and I discussed our game plan. Adiva, Stefani and I would interview the staff using the lie detector starting Sunday morning. We would test all the women first and then the men. I told the Sheik it was better that way because the women would be more likely to break down and give us information on any traitorous men so we could be better prepared when the men came in. Of course I had a secret weapon where the women were concerned.

After the staff we would start on the guards. They would be told nothing until it was time for them to be tested, and then they would be sent in one at a time. Those who passed would be sent back out with instructions, those who failed would be taken into custody until the night’s activities were finished. While we were cleaning house at the Sheik’s place our teams, which consisted of some security people as well as oil field specialists would rapidly take over all of the Sheik’s assets. We had to strike nearly simultaneously because if Saif got wind of what was happening either in the field or in the house there was no telling what he might do to sabotage the Sheik’s wells.

Customs was a bit tense for me. They are very suspicious of Americans in the LAS and they searched my luggage very carefully even though the Sheik vouched for me. It was a good thing we had the girls go through with Sheik Salman’s household, if I’d had two or three women with me the harassment would never have ended. It made me wonder how our other teams got through this.

Several Mercedes sedans picked us up at the airport and we arrived at Sheik Salman’s compound at about eleven PM.

I was amazed by the elaborately shaped and decorated doorways, both the main entrance and between rooms inside. It was right out of the 1001 Arabian Nights or something.

The staff was up and awaiting our arrival.

We were greeted at the door by the Sheik’s household attendant (kind of a butler), his name was Jumah. They helped with bags and showed us to our rooms.

After what happened in California I was very cautious, I locked the door and propped a chair under the door handle. At least I was going to hear if someone tried to get in.

The girls slept upstairs in the women’s quarters. It struck me that this was the first time in several weeks I had slept alone all night.

Even though I was twelve time zones off I was pretty tired and went right to sleep.

Next morning after breakfast, which was an experience in itself (they spread a piece of plastic on the floor and laid out bowls of various foods), the Sheik showed us to his office which we would be using for the lie detector tests. It was in a room called the diwan, a very large and spacious room with carpets on the floor, and plush cushions to sit on. It was very nicely decorated.

Before we got started a package arrived for me by courier. I took my three girls into the diwan and closed the door. Opening the package, I handed each girl a .40-caliber Glock 22 semi-automatic pistol and a box of ammunition. “Keep these out of sight. I hope you don’t have to use them but it’s best to be prepared.”

It was time to start the interviews. No one was told ahead of time what was going on.

The women came down from the women’s quarters upstairs one at a time. They were veiled and escorted by Suleiman and Muna who was also veiled.

I convinced the Sheik that for the tests to be accurate the subject had to feel relaxed and comfortable, and not be self-conscious because someone from the household was listening, so it would be best for Suleiman and Muna to wait near the elaborate door frame at the entry to the diwan while we conducted the tests at the far end. I figured that with this arrangement I could speak my commands to the women in a quiet voice without being overheard. The women would have their back to Suleiman so he wouldn’t be able to see when they went into a trance.

The first woman was a maid named Najya. She sat on the near side of the table and I sat on the far side with Stefani on my left operating the hardware and Adiva on my right translating. Casey was standing behind us. Of course all the women were veiled as custom required.

I began to explain what she should expect from the lie detector test and Adiva translated. Stefani probably should have been the one explaining things but I wanted them to get used to Adiva speaking in my voice so that when they went into a trance they would recognize Adiva’s voice as mine. I asked a few inconsequential questions like ‘What is your name?’, ‘What is your father’s name?’ and ‘Where do you live?’ to get a measure of how her responses would register on the device.

Then I let Adiva ask the next questions while I did my mojo. As the first question was asked I released my enslaving energy.

Nothing. She continued answering the question as if nothing had happened. So she was one of Saif’s slaves. Time to change that.

Between questions I reached for her arm and made a show of adjusting the leads from the machine. I wrapped my fingers around her forearm and Bam! That was it, now she was under. Fortunately I had thought to have a couple of towels handy to wipe the tears from my eyes.

In a quiet voice I said, “Najya, you are my slave now. Say nothing and continue this test as you have been. If I say ‘My covert kitten’ you will return to this state. Here is a card explaining your duties for me, take it and read it when you leave here.” I placed the card in front of her on the table. “Now wake up.”

She did, and glanced at me with a slight twist of her head before correcting herself and returning her attention to Adiva. Her hand snaked out and slipped the card into her sleeve.

I nodded to Adiva and she switched to another set of questions we had prepared for my new slaves. ‘Who were slaves of Saif?’, ‘Who were working for Saif?’, ‘Who is loyal to Salman?’.

The next two staff members went very much the same way.

After the third and last female staff member I asked Suleiman if there were any more women working for the Sheik.

“There is one other but she is not working today, she is visiting her family.”

Ok then. We could take care of her later. Now for the part I had been dreading, the family members. There were only two, Adiva’s mother Almas and Salman’s second wife Basimah.

I asked Suleiman to bring Basimah in first.

She was rather short but voluptuous and quite shy. After a few initial questions I released my power into her and she went into a trance right away. She had not been a slave of Saif. But now she was mine.

It was going to take a little longer to explain things to her. Fortunately we had struck on the idea of printed cards that would explain things in greater detail.

“Basimah, can you hear me?”

“Yes.” She responded in english.

“Basimah, you are now my slave. Don’t be afraid. I want you to continue living your life as you have been, as though nothing has changed. Here is a card explaining my wishes, take it and read it later in private. If you ever hear me say the words ‘My covert kitten’ you will return to this state of trance. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

When I tell you to wake up I want you to behave as though nothing has changed, do nothing to draw attention and do not let anyone know that you are my slave. Ok, wake up.”

She awoke and looked at me quickly before looking back to Adiva. She was breathing a little more deeply but that was the only change.

We took her through a couple more easy questions and let her go.

One more woman to go. Adiva’s mother.

Almas came into the room and I could immediately see where Adiva got her eyes. They looked almost identical except for the fine lines round about.

We started the initial questions.

I really didn’t want to do this to her but I knew I didn’t have a choice. I unleashed the power. She continued to answer the questions. She was Saif’s slave! I wasn’t expecting that after Basimah. Somehow Saif had gotten to every woman in Salman’s house except for Basimah. Salman had been well and truly screwed.

I went through the same pretense of adjusting the equipment and enslaved Almas. Then I gave her the same instructions and printed card as the rest and sent her away with Suleiman.

Now for the men.

I started with the attendant Jumah. He seemed to be completely loyal to Sheik Salman. Good. I proceeded with Salman’s driver, the gardener and a horse trainer who was staying on the estate temporarily. All passed.

For the rest of the men we had a fairly good idea who were loyal to Salman and who were Saif’s lackeys. There were only two who seemed to be above suspicion. Eight others were either suspect or were certainly in Saif’s service.

While we waited for the first of the two we hoped would be loyal I pulled out the sat phone and called Steve.

“Steve, I think it’s time for operation ‘conquest’ to get under way.”

He would contact the teams that would be taking over management of the Sheik’s assets and they in turn would move in quickly and establish their authority. They had some muscle with them, members of the same team who had kidnapped Salman’s family just last week.

The first guard came in for his interview. I let Stefani ask the questions through Adiva while I sat there and meditated on the risk I was taking. I hoped nothing went wrong and no one got hurt but one never knew.

The first guard passed with flying colors. We told him what was going on and our suspicions about the other guards and asked him to stay by the doorway.

The second guard went the same way.

So we had two guards we could trust.

The third guard was dirty. He failed every test we gave him. The guards were relieved of their weapons on entering the room. The first two got theirs back, the third one didn’t.

We had the two trustworthy guards cuff him with those plastic ties, gag him so he wouldn’t make noise that would alert others and lock him in a holding room, strapping his feet together too.

The rest of the guards joined number three in the cell. So of the household security detail of ten guards we only had two we could trust.

I called Steve to check the status of our teams. Everything had gone to plan. One of the teams had to threaten violence but in the end they got possession of the assets and no one had been hurt.

As I hung up there was a commotion at the front door. The two guards took off to see what was going on. The commotion grew louder and a couple of shots were fired. We stayed put, not knowing what else to do.

Suddenly six strangers entered the room with automatic weapons. Uh oh, this can’t be good.

They scanned the room with their weapons and said something in Arabic over their shoulders.

A tall thin man resembling pictures I had seen of Osama Bin Laden entered the room followed by an average height veiled woman. He looked around the room, noting myself, the three women and the lie detector.

“So. We have found the cause of our problem. I assume you are the oh so difficult to kill Mr. Williams?” He had a British accent.

“Yes, that’s me. Who are you?”

“I am Sheik Saif bin Kazim bin Rabi. Mr. Williams you are interfering with my business and I cannot allow that.”

“What are you going to do?”

He smiled. I didn’t like the look of that smile at all.

He looked at each of my girls in turn, each time a look of concentration crossed his face. That must be what it looks like when a slaver creates a slave. My girls were all veiled and unmoving anyway so there was no way for him to know that he had failed. He didn’t know I was a Slaver so he couldn’t know they were already mine.

I wanted them to stay where they were and not move but I didn’t know how to signal them without getting myself shot. So far they weren’t making any moves.

“This is Daliyah.” he said with a gesture over his shoulder. “She is a servant here in the house of Salman. It seems that you have made inappropriate advances to her, even tried to rape her. It was her prerogative to defend herself of course.” he shrugged.

Daliyah pulled out a long wicked looking knife.

He signaled a couple of guards and they brought me to the center of the room, each one holding an arm.

“Kill him Daliyah.”

Daliyah approached me with that horrible knife.

This is it. Now I’m going to die for sure.

I thought furiously. I just needed to touch Daliyah.

In desperation I said “Since you’re going to kill me Sheik, would you grant one last request for the condemned man?”

“Wait Daliyah.” He said. “What would you wish Mr. Williams?”

“Just one last kiss. Daliyah is a pretty woman. Just one last kiss before I die. That’s all I ask.”

I saw him considering it for a moment. He glanced at his men holding me, then at Daliyah, then he shrugged. “You Americans are so sentimental. It has always been your weakness.” A pause. “Very well. Daliyah kiss him, then kill him. It is poetic in a way, the kiss of death.”

Daliyah stood before me and removed her veil. She actually was nice to look at, for an assassin. She tilted her head back and I lowered my head. Our lips met. I released my power. As I expected I could no longer see. But I slid my mouth from her lips to the side of her face.

I hoped the guards didn’t speak english. I whispered. “You are mine. Wake up and kill Saif.”

My eyes had cleared enough to see her eyes widen. She spun around and walked back toward Saif.

“What are you doing? I told you to kill him? Stop...”

His command was interrupted by a long curved knife being slammed into his heart.

His guards were stunned but after a moment’s hesitation they all turned and shot Daliyah down.

While they were thus occupied my three girls all pulled out automatic pistols and somehow each picked different targets and took out the six guards in about three seconds. All that time spent at the pistol range had paid off.

During this shoot out I experienced two distinct thought processes.

First, I wasn’t watching the girls but somehow I knew what they were going to do, so I hit the ground.

Second, while I was lying there covering my ears I felt a kind of euphoria, kind of like an alcohol buzz, wash over and through me. When it was over I shivered briefly and then looked around me.

As the ringing in my ears subsided I raised myself from the floor. Taking stock of the room I decided we’d been very lucky. It was an awful scene. These men were probably not evil men, just working for the wrong guy. Now pools of their blood covered the floor as their lifeless bodies stared at the walls.

There was a strong smell of feces as the bodies no longer held in the contents of their bowels.

I felt like I was going to be sick. I turned away from the visible death and bent over, covering my mouth with my sleeve and taking deep breaths. Stefani was throwing up in the corner.

After a few moments I composed myself.

“Casey, you’re in charge of security now. Make sure the house is clear of Saif’s men and find out what happened to Salman.

She nodded and headed for the doorway, Stefani and Adiva following. I picked up an automatic weapon that one of the guards had dropped and followed as well.

At the front door we found one more of Saif’s men standing over the body of Sulieman. Casey shot him before he had a chance to react. He clearly was not expecting a woman to wield so deadly a weapon.

Our two trustworthy guards were lying on the floor, face down. One was wounded in the leg. Adiva told them to get up and help. The wounded one stayed by the door with his weapon while the rest of us continued checking out the house.

We found Salman in his bedroom asleep. He’d slept through the whole thing and wondered what was going on. He really did need looking after. Any other person would have been pacing the halls worried about the results of our tests but not so Salman, having delegated the task to another he had decided to take a nap. That was the attitude that had got him in trouble in the first place and it was plaing to me that he hadn’t learned anything.

“Saif has attacked your house. He’s dead now and so are his men.”

“What?!” His mouth was agape.

“Come with me and I’ll show you. Casey, it looks like downstairs is clear, check the upstairs.”

She tapped Stefani on the arm and they both went upstairs.

Adiva, the Sheik and I went back to the diwan by way of the front entry.

The Sheik was astounded. “How did you kill all these men without being shot yourselves?”

“Surprise I think. They didn’t expect women to be armed and deadly.”

“And this is Daliyah. How did she come to be here? It looks like she stabbed Saif if I read the signs correctly.”

“Yes, she did. His guards then killed her and while they were distracted the women shot them. I don’t know why she was here. But she came in with Saif. Perhaps she was being held hostage.”

I figured it was better to say I didn’t know than to try to invent some story that might fall apart later.

“And where are my security guards?”

“Most turned out to be Saif’s men. Only two were loyal to you.” I took him to the room where the eight former guards were tied and gagged.

“I see.” He was thoughtful. “And the women on the staff?”

“All free of Saif.” I said honestly. “And your wives as well.”

“Thank Allah the merciful.”

“How will you explain this to the authorities?”

“I will not. These bodies will all disappear, their fate will be a mystery.”

I nodded. In this country that was probably the wisest course.

“Also, I have received word from our teams that all of your assets are now under our control.”

“Excellent.”

“I think with all that’s happened it’s best we leave the country immediately. I had planned to stay a week but I don’t think that’s wise anymore.”

“I disagree. You have told the authorities that you intend to stay a week. Leaving early will raise suspicions. You must stay here until Friday as you had planned.”

“Alright. I guess you know best about these things.”

I looked at the time, it was late and I was beat. Something about near death experiences just seemed to take a lot out of me.

The sleeping arrangements were the same as the night before, so I went to my room alone and crashed.