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Walking through the city, Lorenus enjoyed the feeling of eyes upon him. He knew that it was little more than speculation, the rich contemplating the naga ways of slavery over those of their own people, but it was a start to exerting his own influence over the people of the Sizwe. Not much of a start, but a start.

So long as they don't forget just how much better my methods are, I should have a few orders by tomorrow.

And from there, he would not only be making money without having to be paid by the court, but he would have other supporters, other backers that would be very eager to see him succeed with his plans.

Particularly given the stupidity of Prince Dumisani.

The naga restrained his own annoyance, keeping it from showing on his face, but he knew that he was far from the only one that had some irritation with the way the hedonistic prince was running things. The world had to look at the Sizwe and groan, at this point.

He had respected them from afar, at one point. They had seized the lands around them, conquered many tribes and turned themselves into an empire that was built on the idea of slavery. A very modern concept, that, and one that would have gained his people a great many customers if they could have worked out a deal. Trading slaves for resources, and then trading them again, would have been beneficial to the Snakelands.

Instead...

He looked up past the elephant messenger at the ramshackle palace in the distance. It was hardly the graceful structures that he remembered from his homelands, and hardly taller than the buildings around by more than a story. It was rough, rustic, and...

Ugly, he supposed, was the only word for it. And it matched its current owner and master, the fat delinquent.

Whatever respect that he'd had for the Sizwe was fading fast without their Emperor there to keep track of things. Dumisani needed to be removed from the throne before he threw away all their resources on his own hedonism, and once that was done, the snake could start looking at ways to take the resources that remained for his own. Hopefully, he could manage it before the real Emperor returned.

If not...

Well, he had plans for that, but first, Dumisani.

They moved quickly through the city, and Lorenus was shown privately to the prince. The doors were opened and closed rapidly, leaving him in the throne room...alone.

Well, not fully alone. A few broken jackals lingered on the ground, their assholes pushed out slightly and dripping with cum. Elephant cum, he would imagine, though not nearly as much of it as he had expected.

A glance about showed that his rabbit wasn't in attendance, likely sent away before the prince could be any more embarrassed by what had happened to him before. That was fine. Lorenus didn't need that little slut.

Finally, he laid eyes on the elephant himself, and what he saw pleased him greatly.

Dumisani was pacing, and pacing quickly, before his own throne. His cock was throbbing hard, sticking out from under a loincloth and drooling pre down his legs and over his feet. The whole room stank of sex and pre-cum, and it was clear what the source was.

The elephant looked up as the naga came closer, narrowing his eyes.

"You."

"Yessss, my prince?" Lorenus asked.

"I don't know what happened, but...those slaves that you brought."

"Yessss?"

"Did they do...something? I don't feel...satisfied."

"Ah, issss there difficulty with the sssservice of your other sssslavessss?"

"No difficulty..."

"Or issss there difficulty with your own body?"

The elephant's dark blush told him all that he needed to know. As the prince opened his mouth to protest, the naga held up his hand.

"I undersssstand. You need a little...help...to finisssssh what you have sssstarted."

"...You have more of your...aphrodisiacs?"

"I have more...but not for you."

"What -"

"I have thisssss, insssstead," the naga said, reaching down to the various pouches that he wore about his waist. He pulled free a vial, filled with a strange purple liquid. "Do you remember cukani, my prince?"

"I remember. The slave aphrodisiac."

"It issss more than that, assss you might remember. A meanssss of control, assss well asss to arousssse."

The elephant took a step back, but Lorenus slithered forward, keeping the distance between them the same.

"There are two typessss of thissss drug, my prince. There isssss Akhet, the true aphrodisssssiac form of it. To take it issss to be in the gripssss of lusssst for a full day, if not longer."

"...And the other?"

Lorenus smiled as he moved that much closer, nearly in arm's reach now, nearly at the point where he could grab the elephant if he so wished. But not yet. Soon, but not yet.

"The other issss called Duat. An imperfect aphrodisssiac, but far, far more addictive, and worssse, capable of dimming the mind...and thralling the drinker."

"..."

It was clear that the dull-minded prince had understood what was happening by now, but the throbbing in the elephant's cock did not stop. If anything, it increased as Lorenus pushed him across the throne room, advancing, slithering onwards until Dumisani fell over his own throne, landing hard on his fat rump.

Before the elephant could stand again, Lorenus loomed over him, the naga's eyes flashing in the low light.

"Look into my eyessss, my prince, and be ensssslaved..."

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_The mists of the elephant's mind were as empty as he imagined they would be, as blank and featureless as the skies on an overcast day. He stood in the mists, feeling the heavy heat of the cukani already in the prince's system, and he could hear the panting, gasping sounds of the monarch's lustful self further on. _

_Slithering through the mist with a smile on his face, it didn't take long to find the gasping, kneeling elephant. The prince looked up, but not before Lorenus grabbed him by a tusk, lifting him to his feet. _

"It is time that you learned your place."

"No. I am the prince. You can't do this to me!"

"You will find that royalty and titles outside of my family's mean little to me."

_He chuckled. The more that he did in the mind, the more that he realized that reality had little impact in here. He could do so much more than he could ever do in the real world, provided that he had the power over the other's mind to do it. _

_And here, he was dealing with a very weak mind, indeed. _

He clenched his hand into a fist, pulling on the tusk and throwing the elephant through the mist. Following with the speed of his feral cousins, he was there to coil about him like a spring on impact, spinning faster and faster until he had the pachyderm's body completely trapped, wrapped up like it was being trussed for market day.

_As the elephant groaned, Lorenus grabbed him tightly, holding him in place as he whispered. _

"You are an addict, and I am the only way to feed your addiction."

"You...I'll stop. I swear, I'll stop."

"Not without help, you won't. It's too strong. You've had too many doses, by now. And it's only going to get stronger..."

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Lorenus smiled, able to feel the talk in the mind while being tangentially aware of himself in the real world. The elephant had been knocked off the side of the throne, leaning over the arm with his ass in the air. A quick flip of the loincloth he wore, and that big, gray ass was completely exposed.

POP!

The cap on the vial came off, and as soon as it did, the purple goo started to bubble on exposure to air. He tilted it over, the glass finding the elephant's rim and sliding inside.

As the Duat cukani flowed in, the elephant's cock came spontaneously, spurting all over the floor, and in the mind, the duel continued to grow ever more one-sided.

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_He smiled as the elephant stiffened in his coils, the first of the chains coming out of the mist, wrapping around the pachyderm's neck. The collar, thick and heavy, latched tight. _

"You can feel it already. The chains of your addiction are becoming a chain to me. The only snake that can create it. The only snake that can feed it. You will need me, first for the drug, and then for so much more."

"Nnngh...This isn't...I'm a prince..."

"You are a prince, but a prince of sluts, not of slaves."

_The Duat was already doing its job. The elephant's body was growing all the more sensitive, the mind dulling further and further. The swirling mists around him were slowly going still, and beneath them, the ground was swelling with more and more chains. _

_It took little more than a thought for Lorenus to attach them to his new slave. _

_ Ankle. _

_CLACK. The metal band slapped around the elephant's left ankle, and then the right, squeezing tight until the soft flesh was pinched by it, pulled tight. _

_ Wrist. _

CLACK! CLACK!

_Faster, harder, this time pulling the elephant's arms above his head, slowly lifting him off the ground. The collared, chained male looked ever more helpless, his eyes ever more dazed in the middle of his mind. _

"I can't...my head..."

"Your thoughts are slowing," he explained. "Soon, you will have no thoughts except the ones that I give you."

"Why...what did...what did we..."

_"You?" _

_The snake chuckled. _

"You did very little to me, personally. But I find you so offensive, so...reprehensible that I cannot allow you to stay in power. To think of someone like you as a ruler, on level with someone like me or my father, is a deadly insult.

"So, I won't let you rule. Oh, people will see you on the throne. People will hear your commands, obey them, carry them out. They will still believe that you are the one that rules their lives in lieu of the Emperor, but you and I will both know the truth."

Cock.

_A new chain slithered up, so very much like a serpent, and snapped shut around the base of the elephant's package, pulling the balls and shaft forward. He grabbed at it, dragging his finger along it. _

Chastity.

Edging.

Never-Cum.

_The elephant would learn his place, one way or another. One way or another. _

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In the real world again, Lorenus slithered back from the throne, panting softly from the mental exertion that had taken. It wasn't as bad as trying to fight with one of his siblings, or even with an experienced slave, but it was still something that took energy to do.

And there was still the fact that he might have overdone it.

The prince lay slumped over the throne, pumping pre-cum over the seat of it as his cock continued to pulse and twitch, seemingly unable to stop leaking no matter how many times it let to rest. There was a puddle of pre-cum nearly six inches across, and it was still growing as the prince's prodigious rod continued to twitch and spurt.

Dumisani's face was a picture of a drug addict, his eyes rolled back, his tongue hanging out, and his muscles completely relaxed. If someone came in here and saw him, it was better than even odds that they'd assume him mentally challenged, high, or simply braindead from whatever he had recently taken.

...I'll have to pull it back, just a little, he thought, shaking his head.

Still...it was an improvement, and a big one at that.

The End