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"Cum."

The order was for Konie more than the guards, but it affected all three skunks simultaneously. His guards spasmed, falling to their knees as they came hard behind their loincloths, spasming and soaking the sheets of leather with abandon. They moaned, almost howling as they were pushed to the edge and then over it.

Konie was no better. He stumbled, falling to one knee, showing every sign of someone that was half-drunk on pleasure and didn't want to be better. He moaned as he tried to push himself back to his feet, but he still fell forward as the naga slithered forward.

"How -"

"Cum."

Another order, another fountain of white coming forth. Jahari and Ano moved simultaneously to the guards, the lion and the camel restraining them and pulling their hands behind their backs. It was a testament to how weak they'd become that the Old Hump could do it himself.

Konie, on the other hand, gasped and moaned, arching his back as he came on his own face, squirting high and hard enough to paint his chin white. The skunk groaned, trying to shake his head, but even that much movement was hard for him.

"Cum."

The naga's order came again, and so did the skunk's cock, twitching and squirting all over the ground. It was still rock hard despite the three orgasms in rapid succession, always pushing him further, harder, deeper into that state of utter need.

And now, Lorenus was right at his side, slowly wrapping around him. He pushed the skunk backwards into his coils, pulling them up around his ankles and then further up. Each circling pass brought more of his tail, more of his coils, more of his body around the acting Kgosi of the skunks, and left his target that much more helpless.

"Mmmm, how do you feel, little ssskunk?"

"Nnngh...this...this is..."

"Thissss issss hardly a problem."

"This...this breaks...the peace..."

"And only you know it issss happening."

"..."

"Look into my eyesss."

The skunk had just enough presence of mind to turn his head, trying to look anywhere but into the naga's gaze. He panted, his cock still throbbing, pulsing, squirting through the coiled grip that wrapped around either side.

"Tssssk, tssssk."

He grabbed his prey's head, turning Konie to face him. The skunk's eyes were half-spiraled already, already marked with the touch of naga hypnosis. The power that he'd already exerted on the guards had passed to their charge, and he was too weak to fight. Not yet weak enough to fall, but too weak to fight.

It would take little to take him to the next stage. He smiled, leaning forward until his snout brushed the skunk's muzzle.

"Cum. Cum. Cum."

Each forced orgasm was another shower, another fountain of seed to the earth. The rest of his delegation was silent, lost in their own minds, save for the Old Hump. Jahari didn't move, as still as the jackal Jelani, the pair of them just observing the situation, while Ano just waited for him to be done.

The Old Hump never entirely approved of his methods of debauchery, anyway. They were fine, in his mind, fine as could be, and this...this was just one more means of conquering what he needed.

"Open your mind..."

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_He was within the skunk's mind in seconds, and he wasn't surprised to find that the mental projection that Konie had of himself was stumbling, weak and drunk on pleasure. It was the main purpose of the constant barrage of pleasure that came from the cum command, and it was something that he truly enjoyed doing. _

_As the skunk tried to come against him, marshalling what willpower he had left, Lorenus just smiled. _

"You don't want to fight me."

"Nnngh...you...you are..."

"I'm here to give you purpose."

"You are...here to enslave me."

"And you want it."

"No..."

"Heh, perhaps not yet. But you want someone else to make the decisions other than you. You want someone else in charge, since you don't want to be the one carrying all the responsibility. You want someone else to tell you what to do, just like before, when you didn't have to be the responsible one."

"..."

"Let me take that from you."

_He reached out and took the chain that dangled behind the skunk, the chain of responsibility that connected him to his core identity. Konie fought it for a moment, but not for long. The skunk had truly defined himself too much by his responsibilities rather than by his own personality and self. _

_It didn't take long to strip the other chains that connected him to his sense of self, and from there, the skunk was adrift. He floated from the ground, his eyes blank, his face empty of all expression. It was almost charming, in a way; it meant that he was finally open to being molded into something more useful. _

_With delicate touches, he rearranged the chains, shifting them from chains of responsibility and duty to chains of obedience and lust. He pulled them round and round the skunk's mental self, pulling him into a tighter and tighter coil of metal and concepts, entrancing him and entrapping him at the same time. _

_He felt the air around him turn warm, and he knew that the lust had already taken hold. The blank-faced mephit looked him in the eyes, and the naga smiled. _

"Take it in...enjoy yourself...and I will be back for you."

_The skunk merely moaned, doing nothing to stop him, and that was quite suitable. Considering the emptiness of a hypnotized mind, it was far easier to move about and summon what he wished than to have a guide that didn't know the contents of his own mind. He turned, slithering down the misty emptiness, taking it by feel to find what he wished. _

_In some minds, there were libraries, and in others, military camps. In some minds, he had found lustful dens of pleasure, and in others, fertile nests of ideas that were yet to hatch. In the skunk's mind, he found something different. _

_He found a small graveyard, where hopes and dreams laid buried, and in the distance, he saw others waiting for interment. He shook his head. _

"Such a depressed leader..."

_Slithering across the graveyard, he pushed the attendants, misty things that they were, away from the still-living memories. They were to be put away in the recent future, he was sure, but they were still alive for now. He loomed over them, seeing what there was to see. _

_The information of the skunk's memories were stored in a different way to what he was used to seeing, but the bodies were easily enough read. Glancing over their grave attire and the marks that they bore, it was clear to see that Konie had encoded his memories, but in ways that were barely encrypted. He smiled. _

"Meetings with the spined lizards and the cheetahs, hmmm?" he muttered. "Not long from now, either."

_They were craftsman tribes, from what he remembered, creatures that were more interested in making things and selling them than waging war. That said, there were those among them that made weapons, and those might be useful. _

_He tapped his chin, moving among the body-memories, finding other little pieces of information. He wondered why such a move would be made, particularly as the skunks already had their hands full with this war with the lions. _

_The answer came swiftly enough. They were dealing with much internal strife, and they had little to bring to bear. Their numbers were greater, but they were less supplied, and the war had eaten through their supplies. They needed to make deals, sell things to the craftsman tribes, and they hoped to make deals to get more weapons, more supplies through the raw materials that they would have to give. _

"Hmmm..."

Most interesting. Not merely finding that the skunks were doing less well than he'd supposed, but also the fact that the skunks were hoping to trade. If they were able to make a deal...

But then, what if he made a deal first?

_Lorenus chuckled. Oh, the many things that he had already found...and the many more that he planned to get from the skunk going forward. _

"You have been most helpful, Konie...more than you know...

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The 'negotiations' were finished with a bit of a farcical explanation - that they had managed to convince Konie that the skunks were better off working with the Sizwe, in hopes of keeping the empire off their back - but the fact that the acting Kgosi sold it to his people made all the difference. Lorenus knew that he'd have the skunk following him and begging for more soon enough, and he smiled as he slithered away, coiling around his perch to be carried back to the lion camps.

They were halfway there when Ano stepped closer, the Old Hump looking serious. Lorenus sighed.

"Mussst we, Old Hump?"

"You are becoming more and more secretive."

"Perhapsss I find myssself enamored of the chance to rule alone."

"Or perhaps you don't want to keep me in the loop."

"What isss the difficulty? I have proven right sssso far, yesss?"

"You have difficulty remaining focused. Lust continues to haunt you."

"And elude you."

"There are times when I must focus you. So, please, master, tell me what you have decided to do."

"Merely to attend the meeting that the sssskunkssss have planned with the sssspined lizardsss and cheetahssss."

"The merchant people?"

"And craftssssman."

"They have little to offer. No soldiers, barely any mercenaries."

"But they have other thingssss, thingsss that we could sssorely usssse, for both during the war and after."

"..."

"I think of more than the moment, Old Hump, hehe."

"Apparently, yes, you do."

And yet, the camel didn't seem content with the answer. He tapped his hands together, looking over his shoulder before sighing.

"If I may be blunt, master?"

"Are you ever not?"

"Seldom."

"Be asss blunt asss you wissssh."

"The craftsmen are unlikely to be interested without further hypnosis, and while your trick worked here, the canny tribes will be less likely to have such openings. They have dealt with us many times over, and while they are open to more contracts..."

"You believe that they will not be sssso eassssily fooled."

"I do not. I think that you would be better served using your time to move our troops north, and allow the skunks to make the deals for you."

It was something that he had considered, but there were reasons to take it on himself. Not merely for the supplies, though they were very tempting, but also for the fact that he had seen that the skunks had a poor bargaining position. The fact that they could be sent as his representatives, taking part to negotiate on behalf of the Sizwe Empire rather than themselves, might take some of the sting out of that, but he didn't trust that it would.

No, it would be better if he attended. If he did not, then they would see every opportunity to milk the skunks of concessions that the Empire could not afford to give, and the skunks, half of them still out of his control, would be more than happy to promise resources that he would be loathe to lose.

"It hasss to be me," he said.

"This is a poor decision."

"That remainssss to be ssseeen."

"I hope that you prove right, master."

"I will be. I will be."

He pushed Jelani to move faster. There was no point in this conversation, and he wished to be somewhere more enjoyable than this. Somewhere that he could indulge himself, and somewhere that the Old Hump would cease to annoy him.

He imagined that he would not find that for real until he was back home and supplanted his father. The Old Hump was loyal, but he had outdated ideals in so many ways.

The End