The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

I let out another soft sigh, as I drag my bare feet across the sand, wincing at the stinging against my soles.

One moment I was fast asleep in my bed, lost within a blissful dreamland, happily tranquil without a care in the world. Only rather than awaken back in my apartment, I now found myself in a hot, blistering desert, with no idea where I was or how I got here.

I had been wearing a t-shirt and shorts to bed, but because of the extreme heat my shirt was wrapped around my head like a turban, leaving my stomach, chest, and cleavage quite visible.

Sporting a white bra and a pair of black shorts, it was quite an amusing sight; a half naked woman, clearly lost and confused, stumbling around in the desert nearly delirious from the heat, my body drenched in sweat and sand.

I was currently making my way in no particular direction at all, just looking for signs of civilization, when over the dunes I spy what appears to be an Arabian city of some kind, surrounding a giant palace.

At first I think it might be some sort of mirage, but as I get closer I realize the enormous city is very real, and I quicken my pace towards it, eager to find someone to help me.

I nearly trip over the hot, sandy hill as I rush down to the front entrance, but I’m quickly apprehended by two guards bearing serpent flags.

“Hey!” I yell as I’m shoved back, landing on my butt and watching as they retrieve their swords.

“Halt intruder! The city of Agrabah is closed to outsiders, especially those dressed indecently!”

The guard shouts as I stand back up on my feet, my eyes widening when they point their swords to my throat. I place my hands on my hips, shifting my body around in place as I raise an eyebrow.

‘Agrabah’ huh, I have absolutely no idea where that is. It sounds middle eastern, but I can’t say I’ve ever heard of it. If only I’d paid more attention in geography class...

I raise my hands up defensively and take a few steps back.

“Whoa, guys relax. I’m just looking for the American embassy.” I tell them, their expressions only becoming more confused by my words.

I notice how one guard leans toward the other, and begins to whisper in his ear as I speak. My arms slowly lower back down to my sides while my voice takes on a submissive tone.

“Look, if I’m not allowed inside then please just give me some supplies. Water, food, maybe an umbrella and some sunblock. I could pay you, no problem.”

This was a bluff of course, as I didn’t wake up with my purse or any cash on me, I just didn’t want to die out here in the desert. My eyebrows raise when I hear them whispering something about “Jasmine” and “replacement”, but I have no clue what any of that means.

The guards start to chuckle, as they continue to whisper between themselves, their eyes scanning me up and down for a long while before they finally address me again.

“Actually, you will be brought before the Sultan. He will have an interest in a girl like you.” He tells me, and I smile, hoping that maybe my luck is turning.

“Ah, yes, that sounds like a good idea. That means he’s in charge here, like a king right? Take me to him at once.” I chirp with an oblivious grin.

After I talk to this sultan, maybe he’ll be able to help me get home, or at least figure out where I am.

But my smile quickly disappears when one of them steps behind me and grabs my arms, forcing them outwards as I gasp.

“Hey! What are you doing?!” I cry out, as the other guard approaches me, pulling out a pair of iron shackles.

“By the decree of Sultan Jafar, you are under arrest!”

My heart sinks as I feel them close the iron cuffs over my wrists, locking them together.

“Bring her.” I hear him tell the other guard behind me, and he gives me a shove forward, telling me to “Move, street mouse!”

My eyes open wide as I’m led through the Arabic city. Bustling market stalls and bazaars crowd my vision, while an ocean of people stretch out far as I can see. I don’t have much time to browse any exotic wares though, as the guards are escorting me at a rather quick pace, pulling me along by my shackled wrists with the occasional shove forward.

“Ow!! Hey, don’t touch my ass!” I cry, feeling a sharp slap against my bottom.

“You better watch those hands, jerk!”

I was attracting a bit of attention now, and I felt slightly embarrassed being in such a compromised position, arrested and restrained in just my skimpy sleepwear.

My face blushes red when I notice one slightly older man gawking at my exposed tummy with an agape mouth, which quickly closes when the woman beside him angrily clears her throat. But that doesn’t discourage any of the others from trailing their attention up and down my figure.

With my bright blue eyes and caucasian features, I definitely stood out a bit. My face burns even redder, feeling everyone staring at me as if I were some anomaly. But when they notice the guards dragging me along in handcuffs, they quickly turn their attention elsewhere.

I also take notice of how some of the women give me a sad, almost sympathetic look, before quickly turning away. As if they already knew exactly what twisted fate awaited me...

As I’m led closer to the enormous palace, I notice a few serpent inspired statues decorating the walkway. Cobras about to strike, or wrapped around soft prey, and I gulp nervously when I see them, frightened to think of what mad man would construct such horrific decorations.

After ascending a neverending flight of stairs, the guards let me catch my breath for a quick moment before the palace entrance.

“Can I have some water now please? Dasani? Or a Gatorade?..” I ask, leaning against a wall while panting, and fiddling about with my handcuffs.

“...Sprite? Do you guys even know what soda is in this backass desert?”

The guard responds with a simple annoyed grunt, telling me to be silent before shoving me towards a large, marble door.

They push it open and pull me inside, my jaw practically hitting the floor when I see the inside of the palace. It was utterly enormous! The ceiling went up for miles, it was practically the sky, with an ocean of gold treasure spread throughout the room.

I’d never seen such vast riches before, I can’t help but think about trying to pocket one or two gold septims we pass, but quickly realize I’m in no position to attempt such a risky idea. I hadn’t even entered the city before I was placed under arrest, who knew what type of punishment thievery carried.

Besides, it’s not like I had many options for concealment anyway...

We approach another large marble door, this one decorated with the face of a cobra. My slowing pace is quickened by another sharp slap against my behind, causing me to yelp.

The guards push the door open, I’m soon forced inside what appears to be a lavish throne room.

The mountains of treasure inside here are even larger, and I shake my head, feeling a bit overwhelmed at how powerful and wealthy this sultan guy was.

“Clearly he doesn’t trust banks..”

I mutter under my breath, before I feel a firm hand placed over my mouth. The guard tells me to be “Quiet, prisoner”, as we stop walking, feeling him holding my mouth shut while the other grips me in place.

“Mmmfhmfmh..” I disagree with a scowl, before feeling my attention drawn to the center of the room. I see a young, olive skinned woman, dressed in a revealing red and gold dancers outfit, clapping two small cymbals between her fingers as she twirled her body around, dancing before a large, cobra shaped throne.

Seated upon the throne is who I assume must be the Sultan, a rather villainous and wiery looking man, sporting a long goatee and black turban with a red gem in its center. His right hand grips a golden staff, the headpiece of which resembles a cobras face, with two large rubies for eyes.

Behind him two similarly dressed girls are gripping a pair of large leaves by their stalks, moving them up and down while staring off blankly without a thought as they fan their sultan, who seems greatly pleased with the dancing girls’ performance. He gently strokes his goatee, his piercing dark eyes following her undulating stomach...

“What is this, a Sinbad movie?..” I quietly think to myself as the girl slowly finishes her belly dance, striking a rather suggestive pose with her arms in the air, the gems on her costume sparkling in the light.

“An exquisite performance Maji. So nice to see those dancing lessons have finally paid off.”

The girl just closes her eyes and bows with a smile.

“Thank you Master, I am honored to serve you.”

The sultan just laughs, smoothing out his black robe with his free hand before turning his attention to us, his eyes instantly locking onto me.

“Ah, Razoul! Come, let me see what treasure you’ve found.”

He commands the guards with a wave of his hand, and they resume shoving me forward towards the snake shaped throne, removing their hand from my mouth as I gasp.

“You will not speak unless spoken to, street mouse. Or I’ll have your hands for a trophy.”

I hear the guard shout in my ear, shoving me forward. I nearly trip and fall on my face, my shackles clanging together as I steadied myself.

As we approach, the sultan snaps his fingers at the girl who was just dancing. She instantly makes her way back up to the throne, turning around and taking a seat before it with her body stretched out on some pillows. Maybe it’s just my mind playing tricks from the heat, but her irises actually look red. So do the two servant girls behind the throne, their red eyes staring forward into nothing as they mindlessly fan their sultan.

“Oh my, and what is this lovely mirage you’ve brought before me today?”

I hear him say, his eyes trailing up and down my exposed figure, my shorts and bra being the only modesty I had.

“Sire, we apprehended this strange woman outside the city gates. Ill mannered and ill dressed. She was delirious, and speaking nonsense.”

The guard informs him, as he tightly grips the shirt wrapped on my head before suddenly ripping it off, revealing my light brown hair. The sultan’s eyes open wide as he continues to stare at me with a mix of curiosity and desire.

“Clearly a foreigner. Perhaps a spy from another kingdom?” The guard asks him, as the lanky villain slowly rises up from his snake shaped throne.

“Perhaps. I’ll know the truth of her soon enough.”

The sultan chuckles, stepping over his reclining slave as he approaches me, his staff clinking against the marble floor with each step.

“Could that be it? A beautiful spy, sent to seduce and assassinate me, only to lose her mind in the wilds of our desert?” He inquires with a sadistic smile, placing the head of his cobra staff under my chin and forcing me to look up at the ceiling while he examines me.

“Speak girl, have you this perfect body and yet no tongue?”

I feel my face flush red at his rather lewd comment, hearing him chuckling at my discomfort, as he turns my head left to right with his staff.

“I-I’m not a spy! And I’m not crazy! I’m just lost is all, please l...I’m just looking for a way home...”

I had planned to stand bravely before the sultan, but I was already crumbling, my voice having a desperate tone as my eyes water.

“..I don’t know how I got here...”

I sniff, a small tear running down my cheek. The sultan chuckles once more, releasing his staff from under my face and running a long finger across my chin, using his thumb to gently wipe away my tears.

“Fear not girl, I know every kingdom in the Seven Deserts. It’s unlikely you’ve been sent to spy on me. But I have ways of knowing for certain.”

I feel him take a strain of my hair and twirl it around his fingers, my eyes wincing when he tugs a bit too hard for my liking.

“You are, however...incredibly beautiful. Like the Houri women of legend. You would look perfect seated before my throne like Maji here.”

I feel my cheeks blush red at his words. Did I really just...hear him correctly? Or was my brain still fried from the heat?

“W-what?” I stammer out, but he only ignores me.

“And a beautiful woman like you...should be on the arm of a powerful man.” He releases my hair, my cheeks blushing even redder as he chuckles.

“Tell me, my dear...How would you like to serve the most powerful man in the world?”

He asks with a lecherous grin, his eyes staring intently at my cleavage and stomach. I blink my eyes in confusion for a minute before I respond with a soft, slightly confused tone.

“Are...are you...propositioning me?” I ask, eliciting a rather evil laugh from him.

“You are clearly a woman unlike any in my kingdom.” He gestures to the three slave girls behind him. Looking up at them I see their expressions are slack-jawed and relaxed, their red irises continuing to stare blankly forward.

“I have a keen eye for treasure, my dear...”

He runs his finger under my bra strap, threatening to pull it down.

“Such exotic, delicate beauty, found in such a hostile desert. Like a diamond in the rough. Eyes blue as the sea, and skin like moonlight...You would be the prized jewel of my harem.”

My cheeks continue to blush and my jaw drops in surprise at what I’m hearing.

He licks his lips as his eyes continue to trail up and down my figure, paying close attention to my chest as it rises and falls, just barely hidden away by my white bra, and I wince as he releases the strap, letting it snap against my skin.

I give a nervous laugh after a long, awkward silence, blinking my eyes and shaking my head in disbelievement.

“Ha ha..look I’m flattered Apophis, really I am. But I uh, just put a down payment on my apartment.”

I blink my eyes and look away, awkwardly fiddling with my thumbs. His words had been sweet and flattering, but the iron handcuffs bounding my wrists, along with the scantily clad servant girls, helped remind me these probably weren’t the noblest of gentlemen.

“Also I kind of have a boyfriend already so..I really should just get back home...”

The sultan doesn’t seem bothered by my words at all, he simply smirks even wider, as if he expected some resistance.

“A pity. I did not want to see such a lovely girl slip through my grasp. However, if you wish to take your chances in the desert, then by all means.” He clicks his staff against the marble floor.

“You’ll find the nearest kingdom outside my domain west of here, a two month journey by foot. Though I’d give such a dainty girl two days in the heat, maybe three before the jackals take you.”

He raises his hand and the guards start to take me away, as my heart sinks.

“W-wait!” I cry out, and they stop, the sultans grin continuing to widen.

“P-please... If you really think I’m so pretty, you can’t just...leave me to die!” I stammer, lowering my head as he circles around me, a few quiet sobs filling the air.

“Maybe we could work something out? You know, I scratch your back for a night, you buy me a plane ticket?”

I desperately try to bargain, looking back up at my evil captor while he just chuckles.

“I’m sorry my dear, but my priority is to the people in my kingdom. If you do not wish to be one of them, well there’s very little I could do for you..” He tells me with a fake sympathy as he condescendingly pats my head.

“And who knows? If you’re lucky, perhaps you’ll meet with a quick end. The desert can be...hostile, to such a soft, pretty thing.”

He chuckles with a sinister glee while I gasp, my eyes opening wide with horror at his words. He grips my face tightly in his hand and squeezes my cheeks together, smooshing my expression.

“Would you like me to make the arrangements with my headsman? It would be the humane thing to do after all...”

He laughs, and my eyes open even wider, filling with tears.

“Perhaps I’ll keep this pretty little bauble displayed somewhere nicely, as a trophy should be...”

“N-No! Please, don’t do that! Don’t hurt me!” I beg him as he laughs, releasing my face, and running his hand down towards my stomach.

“Well my sweet girl, if you were to just submit to my rule, and accept my authority over you as my subject why...that could open possibilities for your continued existence...”

He continues to chuckle once more, running his long boney finger in small circles around my belly button before poking inside, causing me to squirm a bit in the guards grasp.

“You...you really want...me??” I quietly murmur out as he cups my chin again, his deep black eyes staring into mine. I knew I could be pretty, but it was hard to see myself being more than average most days.

“I recently had to...’dispose’ of my favored consort. Her unyielding persona was a bit too...’fiery’ for my tastes.”

I hear the guards start to laugh, as his tall frame slowly leans in closer to me, his hot breath quickly drying my soaked face.

“But you, my lovely Houri girl, not even Jasmine could compete with your looks. You very well may be the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen. More than deserving of a place in my collection.”

Instantly my face blushes even harder, and I can’t help but smile. I always liked getting attention from men, and despite his villainous nature, I couldn’t help but slightly enjoy his attempts to woo and charm me.

When I open my eyes, I notice he’s begun to gently move his serpent staff left to right. My eyes naturally follow it, as it sways back and forth, finding it quite relaxing to focus on, similar to a metronome.

The design of the cobras head was intimidating, but also quite beautiful. It was fascinating to watch, swaying back and forth, as if it were a real snake attempting to mesmerize and subdue me.

I had seen a nature documentary back home once, about how cobras would sometimes hypnotize their prey in a similar fashion. Slowly darting back and forth, making small field mice feel confused and disoriented, lulling them into a trance before striking.

“It pains me to see such a delicate flower reduced to this. I could protect you of course. You’d be safe, secure, comfortable...if you just give yourself to me.”

His voice is much deeper, and commanding now, but nice to listen to.

“Let me pamper you, my sweet. Join my harem, agree to serve me...and you will know comfort and luxury beyond your wildest dreams..”

I continue to follow the golden cobras head back and forth as I listen to his deep voice. The stimulation from its sway was confusing my mind, making me feel a bit lost and dazed, but also relaxing me. I was starting to feel a bit more open to his suggestions.

“Of...of course...” I whisper out.

Soon it becomes difficult for me to make out what he’s saying, but it feels nice to just nod my head and agree to everything...

Eventually the swaying of the staff comes to a halt, and he grips it tightly in place, holding it to my eye level.

“Good girl. So glad we could come to an arrangement that benefits us both. After all...You think I am very handsome...”

The ruby eyes of the cobra slowly light up with a fiery glow, my attention instantly being drawn into the swirling display. My mouth hangs open, it feels like all of my thoughts are being pulled from my mind, and replaced with his deep, commanding voice.

“Y-yes..I..I think you are very...handsome...” I whisper out with a slightly robotic tone to my voice.

It was so strange, I had heard my own voice repeat his words all monotone, but I hadn’t made the conscious effort to say them. I don’t have time to ponder this long however, as all of my thoughts slip from my head, my mind emptying as my eyes begin to reflect the red glow of the staff.

“You would be honored to join my harem. You want to serve me, as my slave and concubine.”

The sultan’s voice becomes even deeper in my mind as the red glowing intensifies, and the world around the cobra shaped head grows darker in my vision, the staff emitting a soft hissing like a real snake would, whilst the eyes grew ever brighter and more alluring.

“I..I would be honored...to join..your harem..”

I drone out, my eyelids starting to grow heavy. They droop down, feeling like they’re made of lead, before I quickly reopen them, staring deeper into the fiery swirls which captivated me.

“I want..to..to serve you...as your..slave and...con...concu...bine...”

My eyes sluggishly open and close as a wave of drowsiness washes over me.

“What is your name, my desert flower, and where are you from?” I hear his voice echoing inside my head, as the cobra staff hisses.

“My...my...name..is...Cara...and...I’m...from..t-the......US...” My voice is slow and lazy, everything around the staff getting darker and darker, while its hypnotic gaze sucked in my full attention.

“Hmm..Yoo-Ess, I’ve never heard of such a kingdom. Perhaps you really are one of the fabled Houri.”

“Y-yes...You’ve never...heard...of such.. a..kingdom...”

My voice repeats his words back out in a monotone whisper, eliciting an evil chuckle from my captor, my mind completely devoid of all thought, only blissful subservience.

“Perhaps...I’m...one of...the...haa...ree...” A long trail of drool runs down my face, dripping across my cleavage.

“Good girl. You serve and obey only Jafar...”

His voice in my mind echos as he moves the staff up and down, forcing my head to nod along with his words. The image of his face appears within the swirling red vortexes, as he speaks directly to my subdued subconscious.

“Yes..I serve...and obey...only Jafar...” My monotone voice drones out, and I hear him laughing.

“Goooood girl. You’re such a good, beautiful, obedient girl. I would love to probe your soft, delicate mind, and learn more about this strange oasis you hail from.”

He grips the staff tightly in his hand, moving its head even closer to my face, so the hypnotic eyes encompass my full vision.

“But right now, you’re very tired from your long journey. So tired. You’re very sleepy. Too sleepy to continue.” He starts to move the staff around in dizzying circles.

“Yes..I’m..I’m..very...sleep..y..” I murmur out, feeling my eyes getting even heavier as I struggle to keep them open, my head gently nodding around.

I’m seeing multiple blurry cobra staffs now, all spinning around and around in my vision. He’s right, I’d love to sleep. I want to close my eyes, and let myself drift off into peaceful slumber. I’ve never felt so tired before.

“Sleep my beauty. I command you to sleep deep. Close your eyes and sleep. Sleep and obey. Sleeeeeeeeep... Your sultan commands you. Ssssllleeeeeeeeepppp...”

He draws his voice out as he continues to sway the staff around. I felt so dizzy and tired, my mind was filled with a red haze that made me want to close my eyes, and submit to the powerful authority which had claimed me.

“Y-yes..s..sleep..I..I..must..ah..ssleep..oohhh..”

I sigh, letting my heavy eyes finally close, a small smile spreading across my face. My head slumps forward, and I blissfully fall under a deep hypnotic sleep.

“And that gentlemen, is how you properly seduce a woman.”

Jafar tells the guards, and the three of them laugh, my sleeping body firmly held in place by my villainous captors.

“My compliments, Razoul. You’ve brought me a real treasure this day! She should make for a decided improvement over her bratty predecessor.”

He taps his fingers against my sleeping face, taking my hair and twirling it around as I slowly nod my head, eliciting another evil chuckle. Beneath his black robes an excitement was stirring.

“She is a true, flawless beauty, worth keeping. Now...open your eyes for me, my pet, but remain deep, deep asleep.”

My head slowly lifts up, and I open my heavy eyelids to reveal my blue irises have been fully replaced with fiery red swirls, like a soft ocean overcome by aggressive flames. Jafar smiles, and places his snake staff before my face again as its eyes light up.

“Gaze deeeep into the eyes once more. Allow your mind to melt away further..replaced by my voice, my will, my rule.”

I do exactly as he commands, and stare deep into the serpent’s eyes, the hypnotic red swirls all I can see.

My smile widens as I fall deeper and deeper, the cobras’ powerful swirling gaze all I see and know. It felt so natural to just submit to his hypnosis. So natural to be hypnotized and dominated, my will like a soft, easy to mold clay.

“You are hypnotized my dear, I have you deep in my power.”

My blissful, thoughtless smile widens even further, the Arabian sorcerer’s spell intensifying over me and causing a slight dampness to form between my legs.

“I am hypnotized...You have me deep in your power...”

The sultan’s powerful voice grows deeper inside my mind as he chuckles evilly. I had actually been hypnotized before a few times back home, but mostly just for fun, like when I took part in a stage show. I had been willing, and could have snapped myself out of it anytime, even when I was acting like a silly chicken.

But I’d never been completely mind controlled like this, unable to stop myself from bending to the will of the hypnotist whilst he dominated every facet of my mind. Every thought within my head was melting away into a swirling, numbing red void.

“Your mind is weak, and under my control.” He moves the staff around in circles again, and my grinning face helplessly follows along with it.

“My mind is weak...and under your control..”

More evil laughter fills my head. It felt so good to just give in and accept his commands, to submit myself completely to his power. My hypnotized face still follows the staff wherever he leads it, oblivious to the peril I was in.

“You will obey my every command.”

“I...will obey your...every..c-command....Ohh..”

“Good girl...Now my lost little kitten...you feel yourself falling desperately in love with me...”

His voice commands inside my brain. He stops moving his staff and holds it directly before my face, still having my full attention.

“Yes Master...I am falling…d-desperately…in love with y-you...” I drone back out in my monotone, robotic voice, completely hypnotized by the villainous sorcerer who continues to laugh like a maniac.

“Gooood girl. Go back to sleep for your master. Sleep now, Princess Cara of the Yoo-Ess. I command you to Sleeeeeeeeeeeeep...~”

I let out a sigh as my eyes slowly flutter closed, and my body starts to fall backwards, quickly supported by the guard who grips my shoulders.

“Zzzzzzz.....”

Jafar lowers his staff, and takes my chin in his hand, tilting my head up as he examines his new prize, the light from the palace glistening off my eyelids as they gently flutter.

“Now pussycat, here’s what’s going to happen. Listen closely to my words. Listen close, and obey....”

His hypnotic words echo in my mind as I sleep deeper and deeper, giving myself to his intoxicating control. I truly loved having my mind under his thumb like this, no greater pleasure seemed possible…

“Yes, my Sultan....”

“Obey...Obey....”

“Obey....”

....

SNAP!

My eyes instantly flutter back open and I look around with confusion, Jafar amused by the bewilderment on my face, a small trail of drool running from the corner of my mouth.

What just happened? Did I just doze off before the sultan? Was I really that exhausted? Last thing I remembered was looking at his staff, then suddenly...everything was red, and my memory was blank.

“Um..Sorry, I hope I haven’t offended you..” I tell him, sleepily rubbing my eyes, before using my arm to wipe the bit of drool from my face.

When my vision clears, my jaw drops and my heart starts to race inside my chest.

The sultan was the most attractive man I’d ever seen! His eyes, his face, even his aura, I was excited to just be in his presence. I liked tall, dark and handsome, but this was...wow! Holy smokes was he ever hot! How did I not see how sexy he was until now??

He puts his hand under my chin and gently closes my mouth, chuckling as he steps closer to me.

“Not at all, my lovely desert jewel. I’m glad you’ve begun to see reason. You belong here, with me.”

He takes my hand and kisses it with a charming smile. Of course I did, it made so much sense now. I was just a silly girl after all, I had no business wandering around outside the palace where I might get hurt. I needed a strong, intelligent man like Jafar, someone much smarter and wiser, to protect and look after me. He truly had my best interest in mind, and I would do well to trust him.

“You’re...You’re really handsome!”

I can’t help but blurt my feelings out, like some ditzy schoolgirl overcome by a crush. As I gaze up at his gorgeous features, I watch his sinister grin widen.

“Flattery will get you everywhere, my dear.” He tells me with a chuckle, patting my head.

I look down to see that my iron shackles have been released from my wrists, discarded on the marble floor next to my bra, and I realize I was standing here completely topless!

But...I didn’t seem to care. In fact, I was actually proud to show my body off to my sultan, happily displaying my breasts to his eyes. I hoped he found me as beautiful as I found him.

The guards release their grip on me, and with another snap of his fingers the dancing girl from before rises from her lounging position to approach us.

“Maji, take her to the harem, and have her dressed for service. Then escort her to my bedchambers.” He commands her, before turning his attention back to me.

“You shall officially be mine once we’ve both shared in a night of passion. Until then, enjoy your time in my palace as my pampered guest.”

My heart races at the prospect of sharing a bed with such an incredible, handsome man. Was I even worthy of such a blessing? It didn’t matter, I wasn’t going to argue or question my luck. I nod my head along with his words, feeling him gently tap my face with his hand.

“Until tonight, my desert bloom. No man has ever pleasured you the way I shall.” He tells me, sending a shiver of excitement throughout my body. “Now if you’ll excuse me, there are other matters within my kingdom I must attend to.”

I nod my head along with his words. Of course, he was an important and busy man, and I was extremely honored he’d given me an audience for so long. I turn my head away to look at the servant girl, and I smile when she locks her arm with mine, leading me away to be prepared for the evening.

She leads me by the arm to a small room, lavishly decorated with fine silk curtains and pillows strewn about the floor. I notice a few small statues of fully nude girls, clutching ewers or holding chalices, one of them on her knees and holding up what looked like one of those old fashioned oil lamps in the air.

In the far corner I see a hookah resting next to some cushions, a small tray of chocolates, some plates of fruit, a couple of hand fans, and a large makeup station, everything a girl could need to be comfortable.

It was exactly like the type of exotic harems I would read about in romance novels back home, though my previous life seems like a distant memory to me now. As I’m taking in my surroundings, Maji steps behind me, slowly sliding my shorts down to the floor, so that I was completely naked.

My head turns as I continue to admire the lavish harem, and I feel her place her hands on my back, gently nudging me forward to the center of the room.

“I...I must...prepare you...for Master’s bed...”

I hear her whisper out in a mindless voice, whilst the red swirls in her eyes spun about.

“Make...you pretty...for him...”

We pass by a clothes rack displaying all manner of revealing outfits, many of them leaving very little to the imagination, and my attention is drawn to a small, circular pool. She releases my back as I stare down into the water, studying my nude reflection.

I dip my foot into the pool, splashing my toes around and smiling when I realize the water was quite warm.

I take a seat by the edge, dipping my legs inside, letting out a soft, heavy sigh as I slowly let myself slide in.

“Ahh....This is incredible...” I sigh, relaxing my body against the wall of the pool and gently kicking my legs about in the water, just enjoying the heavenly feeling of the nice, warm liquid against my skin.

I watch as my escorter reaches behind herself, untying the flimsy strings that held up her skimpy dancing costume, until she was nude as well, and she slides into the pool next to me.

She retrieves a small jar of what looks like shampoo, taking some in her hand before she floats over to me. She begins to rub the soap into my hair, gently massaging my scalp with her fingers and letting the suds run down my neck. Once my hair is nice and soapy, she rubs her hands across my shoulders, and I can’t help but blush bright red when I feel her massaging my boobs.

She continues to lather me in this wonderfully smelling soap, and I let out a giggle when I feel her fingers wash under my armpits. She motions for me to turn around, and I do so, guided by her hands as she starts to massage my shoulders, letting the suds trail down my backside.

“Ahhhh...” I sigh out, giving myself to her amazing massage, feeling her rub my shoulders and back in every perfect way to relax me.

“Now this....Mmmm...”

I let my eyes close, relaxing further into her delicate massage, and I feel myself slowly starting to drift off.

“This...Mmmm....I could get used to...”

A cool night air spread across the desert, the fiery Arabian sun setting behind the dunes, being replaced by a bright full moon, like a white lantern in the sky.

It’s been a few hours since my initial capture, and I was currently being led by Maji to the Sultan’s bedchambers, after being washed and ‘dressed for service’ as he put it. My dirty, sweat stained sleepwear had long been discarded, as I was now clad in the outfit of Jafar’s servant girls.

A red, strapless bra decorated with rubies and gold designs hugged my chest, pushing my breasts upwards and making my cleavage more inviting, while a matching red loincloth draped over my crotch, just barely concealing my girlhood while leaving my ass on display like a thong.

Looking at me from behind gave the impression that I was nude, as the skimpy costume was only held together by a few strings. Looking down I notice the gold design on my loincloth actually illustrated a cobra’s face, the implication being that Jafar now owned what was concealed behind it.

I would normally feel quite embarrassed to be wearing such a skimpy and sexualized outfit, even just for fun. The design was rather sleazy, serving more to accentuate and tease, rather than conceal, but I actually felt proud to wear it.

Knowing that Sultan Jafar found me beautiful and worthy enough to serve him filled me with joy, so I was honored to wear the same costume all his servant girls wore. Actually, it kind of excited me to feel ‘marked’ with his ownership, like the other girls were.

In addition to my enticing attire, my hair had also been styled up in a long ponytail, my lips painted dark red along with my nails. Earrings resembling a vipers fangs caught the light beside my face, and around my left bicep wrapped a golden armband shaped like a small cobra.

As Maji leads me by the arm down a long corridor, I notice that while we’re both dressed in the same revealing outfit, with a similar makeup style, she doesn’t have any gold jewelry like I do.

Perhaps such decoration was reserved only for the Sultan’s favorite, a thought which thrilled me to no end. My irises were now a deep red as well, similar to her own, our minds filled only with thoughts of obedience towards our handsome, powerful, incredible master.

As I’m guided down a labyrinth of hallways, my red eyes scan around the various treasures and oddities. Mounds of gold coins, statues of giant cobras, and many different tapestries, mostly depicting naked young women, some being constricted by gigantic snakes, while others laid proudly with their nude figures on display like trophies.

Eventually we reach a large wooden door, and I see one of the guards who apprehended me grinning once he spies me approaching in my new attire.

“Impressive, from street mouse to harem slut. A much more fitting look for you, girly.”

He laughs, and I hear Maji explain to him that I’m to enter the Sultan’s bedchamber, so that he may receive me for the night. The guard just grins even wider, and rests his hand on his scimitar.

“Of course, I can tell Jafar is going to enjoy her.” His grin widens as his eyes trail up and down my body.

“But first I’ll have to check her for any weapons..”

From the look on his face, I can tell what he means. Now that I’m Jafar’s property, the guards wouldn’t dream of touching a single hair on my head, but I guess it’s not beyond them to try and coax a show out of me. The idea that I could have been concealing a weapon somewhere was ridiculous, but I don’t want to start any trouble.

I nod my head and raise my arms up in the air, giving my body a little shake as I slowly spin around in place, showing off every inch and curve of my skin.

“Ooh yess...Very nice...” The guard mutters under his breath, obviously enjoying the erotic display I was giving him, the sparkling rubies of my slave costume catching the light and serving to make me even more alluring.

I give my hips a little sway, causing the short loincloth draped between my legs to flow side to side for a moment, offering brief, teasing reveals of the treasure they concealed.

“You make an excellent slave, outsider.” The guard tells me, looking like he wants to ravish me right there.

“Satisfied?” I ask him as I finish my circular display, striking a pose with my hands resting on my bare hips.

He doesn’t answer me for a moment, merely continues to drink in my appearance, clearly enjoying the sight of the lost foreign woman he’d earlier apprehended, now dressed like a slave in the sultan’s harem.

“Very. Jafar is a lucky, lucky man.”

He finally tells me, before unlocking the door and motioning for us to pass.

“Satisfy him, or he may just send you to me for the night instead!” He laughs, and I roll my eyes, trying not to retch at the idea.

“Prick...” I whisper under my breath. The redness around my irises was slowly beginning to fade away and return to their natural blue...

The door is locked behind us, and we make our way up a small flight of stairs leading to another large doorway, this one concealed by a drape of beads, which I move aside as we step in.

The first thing I notice is Jafar, the tall and powerful Sultan I’d earlier met, the man whom I now belonged to. He was seated on a large, lavishly decorated bed, his dark intimidating clothing now replaced with a white gauze robe. He grins wickedly as we approach, and I spy his golden cobra staff resting against the wall next to him.

The bedroom was dimly lit, only illuminated by a few scented candles, I actually found it to be rather romantic and enticing.

“Ahh, you look even more ravishing my dear. That color suits you well. Red helps accentuate your natural beauty, not like that bland garb we found you in.”

The front of his white robe begins to rise up, while he stares intently at my hips and tummy. The two of us bow forward to him, the action of doing so feeling second nature to me.

“Good evening, Master.” We both say in unison.

“We are honored to serve you.”

I hadn’t made the conscious effort to actually say anything, the words just came out of me, my voice matching with hers, as we rise back up.

He chuckles, taking his cobra staff in his hand.

“You’ve made for a fine addition to my harem, Princess Cara. I am thrilled to own such an alluring trophy.” He tells me, raising the staff up to us and pointing the head towards the girl beside me.

“Hear me now Maji, focus on my voice..”

He commands, waving the staff in small circles as the eyes flash red. The poor girl lets out a gasp as she’s quickly ensnared, her head moving along with the staff as she slouches forward, and I feel my own eyes instinctively trailing along with its hypnotic motions. Time seems to slow down a bit, the staff becoming quite blurry, I couldn’t stop my eyes from following it...

It was so hypnotic, just being in the same vicinity as the staff seemed to sap all of my energy. I felt so naturally weak before it.

“You will sleep now...Fall to my power....And sleeeep...”

I hear his voice command her, as the staff suddenly lets out a blinding flash of red. My eyes instantly shut closed, the red encompassing my vision as I groan and stumble back a bit, nearly tripping over.

My eyes slowly reopen as I steady myself, and I hear the slave girl next to me let out a blissful sigh. Her eyes close while her body goes limp, and I quickly catch her in my arms as she falls towards the floor, Jafar’s evil cackling filling the room.

“Not to worry, my pet. I merely placed her under a deep sleep, so that we might have some time alone together..” He chuckles, stroking his goatee.

“Set her down, over there..I wish to enjoy only you tonight...”

I wave my hand, and snap my fingers near her face, but she was totally out of it, letting out a soft snore as I drag her limp form over to some discarded pillows. I can’t help but wonder if I looked just as peaceful when I was in deep sleep.

“Look here, my pretty little Houri.”

I hear his deep voice commanding me as I set the sleeping woman down, turning back to face Jafar and seeing that his cobra staff was now positioned towards me, faintly hissing.

“As beautiful the sight of you dressed to serve me is, I wish to unwrap my pretty present...”

He waves his staff to the left, and I gasp in surprise when instantly my top comes undone, flying off my chest and onto the floor as my milky white breasts are exposed.

Next he waves his staff to the right, and my skimpy loincloth flutters in the air, before sliding off my legs, pulled by an unseen force, revealing my womanhood and leaving me fully naked, save for the gold bits of jewelry which decorated my body.

Jafar’s grin widens, his eyes staring lecherously at my shaven vagina, as I notice the front of his robes begin to rise up even higher.

“No hair? How peculiar...You are a fascinating woman, indeed.”

The sorcerer laughs, examining my privates with his dark eyes, making me blush.

“And now, my lost princess, I shall breed your fertile womb until sunrise!”

He tells me with a very evil tone, as he raises the staff up. The ruby eyes come to life once more with bright, fiery swirls, and I let out a gasp as I feel myself being drawn into them.

“Look deep into the eyes, girl. You cannot resist. Your mind is under my control.”

I hear his voice deep in my head, as the staff hisses and everything around it grows darker in my vision. I can’t help but stare deep into the eyes, losing myself in their hypnotizing swirls. I don’t even know how to resist, his skills as a hypnotist are too powerful for me, and being hypnotized felt so wonderful.

“I...I cannot resist...My mind...is under...your control...”

I drone out, feeling myself falling under the cobra’s gaze once more, as my own eyes began to reflect the swirls. His evil laughter fills my mind, as I submit myself to hypnotic trance. My face becomes relaxed and tranquil, my eyes drooping and filling with spirals.

“Come to me, slave. You must lay with your master. You must pleasure your sultan.”

I feel my eyelids getting impossibly heavy as I’m pulled forward, my feet lazily stepping closer and closer to the evil sorcerer, as he held my attention with the staff.

“I must lay with my Master...I must pleasure my Sultan..”

I hear my own voice repeat, each step I take sends me deeper into hypnotic euphoria. Soon the staff’s eyes return to normal, and he sets it back down against the wall, my own continuing to spiral in mesmeric bliss, as I walk closer, still feeling his hypnotic influence over me.

“I must lay with my Master...I must pleasure my Sultan...”

I repeat my mantra, approaching the foot of the bed with a totally hypnotized expression. Jafar sits up and opens his robe, revealing his enormous erection for me and wrapping his long fingers around my bare shoulders.

“Good girl. You might be beautiful enough to be a princess, but after tonight...you’ll be a queen...”

He pulls me into the bed with him, wrapping the sheets around us as he takes me, and claims me for his own. I’m pulled on top of him, feeling his long, hard cock slide inside me, and my spiraling eyes cross as I let out a moan of arousal.

“Oohhhhhaaaahhh!!”

I cry out, his enormous member stretching the walls of my cervix to make room. I’d never had a cock so big and long inside me before, it was an indescribable heaven, a delightful pulsating, I felt like I was going to orgasm already.

He wraps his long fingers around my hips, gripping me tightly as he thrusted himself in me faster and faster.

“Ohhhh!! Ohhhhaaa!!!”

My boobs gently bounced as my body jumped up and down on his cock, pulled along by his hands which gripped my hips even tighter. I was so honored to have him inside me, he was right, I’d never been pleasured like this before, it was the most mind blowing sex I’d ever had, amplified even more by the hypnotic trance I was under.

There was truly no greater feeling than having my sultan’s cock inside me...

My eyes shut and my head tilts back, my sighs becoming even louder, tightening and constricting myself around his cock.

I could feel the incredible pulsating increasing, getting closer and closer. I was so close, I couldn’t help but shout, throwing my head back and arching my body up, as I felt an intense wave overtaking me.

“Ahhh!! Ahhh!! Ohhhhhaaa..!!!! Ohhh yes!! Yes!! Yes!! Right there!! Right there!! Ohhhhhh yes!!! I’m-I’m going to...Ahhhhoouuuhhh!!!”

I couldn’t hold myself back, and I surrender to a powerful climax. It would be the first of many to overwhelm me, my body trembling and my swirling eyes crossing once more, his long cock never leaving me as he thrusted deep in me again and again, hitting my spot over and over as my thick, slippery love leaked all over him.

He soon reciprocates me with his own love, gripping my flesh even tighter while his own swelling orgasm builds and builds to an impossible height, until the robust and dominant sultan can hold back inside his slave girl no longer.

With a groan I feel him drenching my womb with his seed, completely painting the inside of me with his heavy, sticky load. He’s filled me up so much, a bit of it leaks from my pussy down his enormous cock, sticking together in the forest of hair surrounding his groin.

After a brief interlude of gasping and panting, I feel his long fingers tightening around my hips again, and he soon resumes pumping and thrusting himself deep inside me, his wonderful, enormous cock showing no signs of deflating.

“Ahhhhhhhwwwooaaaaaaoowwww!!!!!!”

My pleasurable squeals echo throughout the palace walls all night long, as he makes hard, passionate, intense love to me for hours, over and over until sunrise, showing me new depths and levels of pleasure I never dreamed were possible....

I was in a whole new world of ecstasy...