Eyes of a Stranger
Eyes of a Stranger
It was already late in the evening when the young, purple-scaled dragon walked through the last of the security checkpoints, the equine officer that had escorted him to this point watching his every move as he allowed his bag to be checked. The scaly couldn't help but feel butterflies in his stomach as he watched his tools of the trade get rifled though, particularly his tape recorder. Even though it was particularly intrusive it didn't dissuade him from his potential prize which lay just beyond the hall.
Several days ago a naga had been arrested and charged with prostitution and slavery, raiding his farm of over fifty acres that had several large buildings on it. The officers were shocked with what they found, a number of people, almost all male or herm, covered head to toe in what appeared to be rubber suits. It was quickly ascertained that they had all been brainwashed, only responding to the name slave followed by a series of numbers. Everyone in the journalism world had been clamoring to try and get an interview with either the slaver or one of his subjects, so it surprised the dragon when he got the call that one of the slaves requested a meeting with him in person. After a brief meeting with his editor-in-chief, who was absolutely thrilled to receive an exclusive, he was escorted through the protective custody into the hotel room where the requesting slave was being held.
"This is Journalist Salidrin Eckbar, meeting with one of those held by accused Slaver Keridos Martin." Salidrin spoke into his tape recorder as he tried to make himself comfortable in one of the nice couches of the hotel's sitting room. On the other side of the mahogany table sat a snakeman, who sat in a very ridged posture with his hands resting on his legs. Like reported he was coated completely in shiny rubber, the color an almost blinding white that was textured like the scales that likely laid beneath. A white rubber collar and gas mask were the only things he wore, the rubber of the mask molded to replicate a snake head with tinted white lenses.
"It is a pleasure to meet you Mr. Eckbar." The dragon could hear the snakeman say through the mask, his voice perfectly clear despite the rubber of the mask not even moving. "I am glad that you were able to make my request, I saw your reports on the news when I was with my master."
Salidrin was taken aback slightly by the cordial nature of the slave, and even more that the mask seemed to be no hindrance to his speaking ability. "I'm glad that you are willing to talk; those held with you seemed to be almost catatonic. What is your name?"
"I am Slave 01." The snakeman replied, his voice monotonic. "But since we are alone, you may call me Slave."
The dragon felt his excitement rise, not only did it seem that he had gotten the first interview with one of Keridos' victims, but it also appeared to be his first one. "Do you remember your real name?" He asked, curious. "Or is that merely the name you prefer now?"
"Mr. Eckbar, you are quite astute." Slave replied. "I could remember my real name if I wished, but I have no compulsion to. Master has given me a fine and fitting name and I'm proud to use it as my own. Plus it sends a thrill down my spine when master shouts it as he takes me. He is a very passionate man, as we all become under his care... it has been quite lonely in my bed without him or another slave."
Salidrin could feel both his embarrassment and blood rise slightly as Slave spoke of things of a sexual nature. It wasn't unexpected, after the raid as the slaves were being processed they made multiple passes at the officers. He had even heard of two of them being brought up on charges after being caught in the holding cell with them, the supposedly straight officers in a rather compromising situation with the male slaves. "You speak of your master rather fondly." He mused as he tried to steer the conversation back on track. "Had you two known each other for a long time?"
"I had never met my master before he took me." Slave replied, which caused the dragon's jaw to drop in surprise. "I suppose I should start at the beginning. You see, it all began about... six months ago, when I just happened to look into the eyes of a stranger."
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*About six months ago*
"Yes!" The constrictor snakeman shouted in triumph as he just managed to squeeze his scaly body through the train doors in time. Daniel looked at the others with a sheepish grin on his face before he quickly rushed to an empty seat in embarrassment. He had good reason to celebrate though, it was his first day as an accountant for a rather large shipping firm, and if he missed the train there was a good chance he would have arrived late. Luckily his misjudgment of the train schedule had only been a minor setback, or else he would have had to make a rather unfortunate phone call to his new company.
As he waited anxiously for his long journey uptown to be done, he took stock of his surroundings to try and calm himself down. Almost everyone on the train was concentrated in their own little worlds, reading the newspaper, looking at advertisements, or just looking blankly out the window. As his gaze settled on a constrictor patterned naga that had stretched out on the opposite side of him, however, he realized that the stranger was looking right back at him. The naga had a strange smile on his face, his forked tongue flicking out into the air.
When they finally made eye contact, Daniel found the stranger's eyes to be an enigma in itself. Instead of the usual reptilian eye colors that accompanied the slitted pupil, a myriad of bright colors seemed to almost swirl around another like an oil slick. They were fascinating; it almost seemed to envelop his entire world as he continued to stare. He hadn't even noticed when the naga had slithered up into a seat next to him until he suddenly heard the chime that announced his stop. "It was certainly nice talking to you Daniel." The naga said with a smile as he patted the slightly perplexed snakeman on the shoulder.
"Um, yes." Daniel replied half-heartedly, still trying to get a bearing on his situation as he almost mechanically walked out of the door. "Nice talking with you too... um..."
"Keridos." The naga chuckled. "Remember, give me a call if you want to grab a drink sometime, us scalies have to stick together you know."
Daniel was about to say he didn't have the naga's phone number, but as he looked down in his hand he found a piece of paper in it with several digits written on it. As much as he wondered what just happened he realized he had to get to work quickly, and put the strange encounter out of his mind and ran to his building. Even with getting the right train he was still almost late, but luckily he made it to his desk with minutes to spare. He had already completed his orientation before, so he was able to get to his work right away.
Except he couldn't focus his mind on his work, every time he stared at the spreadsheets he could only think about the naga and those strange eyes of his. When he worked on his computer the colors of the screen seemed to shift and distort just like those eyes as well, to the point he had to get up and go to the bathroom just to get a hold of himself. After a short breather he managed to regain his composure and focus, but by lunchtime he had once more found himself fighting off the mental image of his new friend. As soon as the clock hit noon he was out of his desk, heading down to the company lunchroom hoping that some food would help him focus.
"What is wrong with me?" Daniel muttered over his sandwich as he held his head. "Why can't I get this out of my head? It was just a random encounter with a stranger on the subway... I know, maybe if I call him he could tell me what's going on."
The snakeman quickly fished his cell phone out of his pocket, imputing the phone number as soon as he got it on. There was a sense of urgency to it that he had not initially expected, and he found himself mentally trying to rush the call as it rang on the other end. His claws clicked noisily against his tray as he waited, and part of him began to worry that the naga wasn't going to pick up. While he knew that it wouldn't be the end of the world, the way his nervousness was building he began to feel like it might.
"Hello Daniel." He suddenly heard on the other end of the phone, the voice strangely soothing to his nerves as he felt his entire body relax.
"I'm sorry to have called you like this." Daniel nearly stammered. "I know this may seem strange, but ever since I met you I can't seem to get you out of my head... how did you know it was me calling?"
"You gave me your number silly." The naga chuckled over the line. "I put it in my phone as soon as you gave it to me on the train. Don't worry about the time; I've actually been expecting your call. Feeling a little anxious are we?"
"Well, yes." The snakeman replied as he chewed on a claw. "I keep seeing your eyes and I can't concentrate on my work and-"
Once more he heard Keridos laughing, but it still didn't bother him at all. "Well, I'm guessing you're trying to push those thoughts of my eyes out of your head." He assessed. "Alright, this is what I want you to do. Instead of letting those thoughts distract and confuse you, why don't you use them to help you focus? I think you'll find that it will help you out significantly. See you later Daniel."
Before Daniel could talk more with him the line disconnected, and for a few seconds he sat there dumbfounded staring at his blank screen. He thought about calling him back again, but then it seemed like a bad idea. Instead he continued to nibble on his sandwich as he continued to mull over the naga's words. It seemed infeasible, trying to focus on something that distracted him so badly. But as he looked up and realized that somehow the hour for lunch had already passed. He quickly gathered up his lunch remains and dropped it into the chute, then ran back up to his desk.
Almost fifteen minutes went by before his work was once more interrupted by thoughts of those colorful eyes, which quickly overrode the numbers that he had been working on. As he began to try and push the annoying mental image away the words of the naga quickly reminded him of his solution. With a small sigh he put his pen down and tried to focus instead on letting the strange imagery relax and focus him. His breathing steadied and he had to admit he did feel a lot calmer as he honed his mind around the image, and after a few minutes he surprisingly found the strong influence fade into the background of his mind.
When the snakeman opened his eyes again he found his numbers clearly in front of him, and through the entire world seemed to have the same strange tint as the eyes in his mind it didn't bother him at all. Before he knew it his hands worked in a flurry, processing numbers with startling efficiency. By the end of the day he had finished the four accounts that he had been given for the day. He couldn't help but smile at the feeling of accomplishment as he sent the results it to his supervisor, especially as he almost immediately received a reply email filled with praise and the promise of more responsibility if he kept up the good work.
As he rode the train home he wished to see the naga and tell him of how he had helped, but Daniel saw no trace of him. It was slightly disappointing, but he knew in his mind that he still had his number and could call him. The second he got back to his apartment he dialed up the number once more, lying down on the couch as he waited for Keridos to pick up. As soon as he heard the naga's voice again his body relaxed as the night flew by in conversation.
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"So you're saying that you had an immediate fixation with Keridos... based off of one look into his eyes?" Salidrin gawked slightly. It was the first question that he asked since the snakeman had begun his tale, the reporter finding himself enraptured by it.
"I suppose it could be akin to love at first sight," Daniel replied, "except for the fact that I was straight at the time and focused on my career. I thought the next five years would be spent buried in my work like everyone else, and then once I made my mark on the company I could look for love. Those eyes... they freed me from that burden. My master freed me from that burden as well as all my other inhibitions. You can only imagine the pleasure that I've experienced in the short time I've been with him."
The dragon adjusted his seating as he rubbed his head, both because he had been sitting for almost an hour and also because he had started to get slightly aroused despite himself. He didn't even know why, with Slave 01's monotone and lack of body expression he thought he would have been bored to tears getting the story. However it was just the opposite, the more that he talked the more he found himself getting sucked in deeper to it. A quick look back found that the equine officer was still there, standing resolute by the door and uninterested in their conversation. It gave him some reassurance that he wasn't losing it, something he feared even before he heard how Slave 01 was ensnared with a mere look.
"So did you meet up with your master that night?" Salidrin asked.
The rubber-clad slave shook his head, the first motion he had seen in him since the beginning of their interview. "No, but this pattern did continue for three days. I would get up, call him until work, and then once my work was complete I would get home and call him until I found myself waking up in my bed once more. The more we talked, the stronger that vision seemed to root itself in my mind. I found it constantly occupying my thoughts, and the best part of it was that the more it grew the more efficiently I worked. After almost a full month it wasn't enough, I hungered for more... and my master knew that."
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*Five months ago*
Daniel nearly ripped the door off of his hinges as he ran into his apartment, phone already in his hand as he dropped his briefcase at the door. Once more he had another exceptional day at work; his supervisor had personally met him and gave him a respectable client to work on as well as a small raise. It was more than he had ever hoped for in such a short time, and it was all thanks to his mysterious friend. Even though he didn't really remember their conversations very well he knew they must be good, especially after he saw how many minutes he had used in the last three days. He was just thankful that he had the unlimited plan, especially since it was the weekend and they could talk even longer than usual.
"He's going to be so proud." The snakeman beamed as he waited for the naga to pick up. After several rings, however, he got something that he had never heard before; Keridos' automated answering machine. For a few seconds Daniel stared at the phone, jaw hanging open slightly as he heard the computerized voice tell him to leave a message. He had no idea what to do; as soon as the message ended he hung up the phone and tried to call again.
"This... this is impossible..." Daniel muttered as he once more heard the automated voice. His hands had begun to shake; he tried to redial the phone once more but fumbled it out of his scaly hands and dropped it. He could feel tears gather at the corner of his eyes as he felt his anxiety skyrocket, finding himself pacing across the floor. "He's not there... why isn't he there... he should be there... why isn't he there?!"
As his frustration began to turn to anger he heard a sudden knock at his door, it took Daniel a few seconds to snap out of his irate rant to realize what was happening. When it happened a second time he rushed for it, almost falling over his briefcase before he got to the door and opened it. On the other side of the door was a wolf, dressed in a brown delivery uniform with a rather large box underneath his arm. "Package for you." He said in a bland monotone as he shoved the box into his arms.
"Um, thanks." Daniel after he juggled the box to get a better grip on it. "So do I have to sign something or..." as he looked beyond the box he saw that the wolf was no longer there, and as he peaked his head around all he saw was the grey fluff of his tail as it disappeared around the corner. "Weird..."
No sooner had he closed the door than he had put the strange wolf out of his mind as he set the large cardboard box down on his coffee table. As he examined the box he found that there was no return address, and even stranger still there didn't seem to be any postage on it either. Nevertheless it was his name and address printed clearly on the top of the box, which was ripped in half as he used his claws to cut through the tape. All the anxiety and fear about not being able to reach Keridos had been completely replaced by a strange glib feeling as he rummaged through the sea of Styrofoam packing peanuts to find the prize that lay within.
After nearly a minute of searching and causing a small pile of the packing material on the floor his scales finally brushed against something extremely slick and smooth, a small tremor of excitement shooting through his body as he lifted the object up. It was a rubber hood, but what really made his jaw drop was that it looked like it was custom-molded to fit his head. The detail was mystifying, everything down to tiny black rubber scales that surrounded his lips was put into the strange hood. The only things that were unrealistic was that the mouth was sealed shut, there were black lenses where his eyes would be, and it had a set of wires that ran down the back of it.
Further investigation of the box revealed what Daniel could only describe as a skimpy rubber speedo that matched the hood and also had several wires in its back and a small black box the size of a remote control that all the wires connected into. The whole set-up initially seemed like something out of a fetishist wet-dream, which would have normally made him immediately through the items in the trash. As he ran the cool material through his fingers he idly began to fantasize what he would look like in such a get-up, his face becoming slightly flushed with arousal as he imagined himself in it. In only took a few seconds before his lustful curiosity got the better of him and he rushed upstairs with his new items in hand.
Daniel felt a rush of excitement as he closed the bedroom door behind him, a strange thrill about putting on something so risqué even though he was alone in his own apartment. He quickly laid all the items out on the bed, and as he looked over them all a small voice in the back of his mind instructed him to put the speedo on first. As soon as the slick rubber touched his legs his arousal began to build once more, and by the time it was snug against his groin his serpentine member had already begun to push it out into a small tent. When he looked back to adjust it around his legs he had to admit it hugged his hindquarters in all the right places. Even his legs looked slightly more sculpted than before, though it had to be a trick of his light since he never really had the chance to work out.
Next came the hood, and though he had never even seen anything like it before his hands seemed to know just the right way to stretch it over his blunt muzzle to prevent it from stretching too much. With only the two small holes in the front he thought he would have to hold his breath while he adjusted it, but to his pleasant surprise he managed to line up his nostrils with them almost immediately. The smell of rubber filled his nose as he quickly ran a finger around his neck to smooth out the edge. When he was done the hood felt like a second skin on his head, and as he looked through the black tinted glass at the mirror it looked like it as well. The black, glossy scales looked far better to him then his dull green ones, and for a few moments he thought his overall looks were better with the mask on. It gave him a mysterious look, especially with his normal eyes replaced with the solid black of the lenses.
It took him a few minutes before he was able to tear himself away for the final piece, the black box. Though there were no labels on them he connected them all together with ease, feeling assured that he had them in correctly. As soon as the last plug went into the box he suddenly felt his entire body go rigid, an electric tingle running through his muscles that prevented him from moving. No matter how hard he tried he couldn't even move a finger, and as he stood there helplessly the eyepieces suddenly went completely black. He tried to scream for help, but the only thing that came out was a hardly audible sound as the blackness was suddenly replaced with a familiar pattern of swirling colors.
"Hello Daniel." The snakeman heard in his ears as the hood's built-in headphones seemed to pump the soothing voice directly into his brain. "Before we begin I think a bit of an explanation is in order, since you've been such a good sport so far. Since you're listening to this now it means that you've gotten into the hood and briefs that I've had made especially for you. The box you connected them too is controlling everything, from what you hear and see now to the pattern of minute electrical shocks being sent into your brain to paralyze you. The last month we've talked was to prepare you for this, and now we have the whole weekend to get you accustomed to being my new 'pet' project."
Daniel could only stand there in horror as he realized the trap he had fallen into. At first he thought that perhaps he could wait it out, though the naga's voice had already started to send him into a more dream-like state as it continued to speak. The colorful pattern that had gotten him into this mess in the first place started to fade slightly, replaced with words and images that flashed by far too fast for him to process individually. The naga's words, however, were clear as a bell as they rang with notes of obedience and service to him as something inaudible buzzed in the background. When he thought it couldn't get any worse he suddenly felt the rubber speedo begin to stimulate him as well, and though he felt the pleasure radiate through his body his member didn't even twitch from the stimulation.
He couldn't give in, he thought to himself as he tried to resist the mind-numbing litany forced into his brain. Everything was so overwhelming though, the dominate voice of Keridos quickly began to erode away his own mental voice that told him that this wasn't right. The combination of the swirling colors and stimulation of his muscles divided his attention; he couldn't muster enough of his own will to fight back against the programming. In the back of his mind he wondered if he hadn't lost the battle from the start, all the time he had spent talking to the naga over the phone providing a window for it to worm through. Even that voice of defeat was quickly silenced, replaced by the naga's soothing words.
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"In a matter of ten minutes after the training program was activated, the Daniel that had existed up to that point was completely obliterated. The snakeman that stood still in front of the mirror after that was a blank slate, retaining the knowledge and memories of his past life but nothing else. For several hours I stood there as my Master gave me the gift of his voice to replace my own weak one. The electrical stimulation not only kept me still while I received my programming but also worked out my muscles better than any machine."
Salidrin had to put his hand against his chin to keep his jaw from dropping as he heard the tale. "So you received a device in the male that brainwashed you into a slave?" He asked.
"You make it sound so... barbaric." Slave replied. "I was only resistant at first because of my own weakness, once I allowed my soul to be transformed by my master I realized that my life was pathless and empty without his guidance."
As Salidrin stretched slightly he glanced down at his watch, amazed to find that he had been talking with the slave for almost two hours. "Excuse me; I just need to stretch a bit. I didn't realize how long we've been talking..."
"I apologize." Slave said, his posture the same as when they had begun to talk. "This suit was specially designed for me to be comfortable in any situation, so I do not notice when others are in a unsuitable environment. Hmmm, I see on my sensors that it is a bit warm in here; unfortunately the temperature is something that's not under my control. I'm sure though if you take off that jacket of yours it'll be more than enough to compensate."
Salidrin hadn't even realized he hadn't taken off his leather jacket yet, which could have very well been the cause for his discomfort. Without a second thought he stripped off the article, putting it aside on the cough. It was still very warm though, even in his short sleeve button up shirt and khaki's. Slave continued to sit there as stoic as ever, and in the back of the dragon's mind he wondered if he could even feel anything under that rubber suit he wore. He began to wonder if the room really was as hot as it felt, though a slight glance back to the chaperoning officer revealed he also seemed to be in slight discomfort as well.
"So that entire weekend was spent being trained to be Keridos' slave?" Salidrin asked as he shifted in his seat once more to try and get more comfortable. "You didn't have any interaction with the outside world at that time? Surely you had to be broken out of it to eat or sleep?"
"I'm so very glad you asked that..." the slave almost churred, a smile hidden beneath the rubber hood.
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*That Same Weekend*
When Daniel finally regained consciousness of his body he found it unlocked from the electrical stimulation and was able to move around again. He knew that the hood and briefs were still firmly suctioned onto his body, feeling the erotic tingle of rubber against his scales. As he worked his sore muscles he quickly realized that there were far more of them, bulging in places he didn't even know existed as he ran a hand down his new sculpted chest. It looked like he had been going to the gym all his life, and if his face wasn't completely encased by the rubber he would have smiled. The muscles had been a gift from Keridos, the naga he had only met once in his life yet felt an intimate connection too.
Once he was done checking out his newly muscled form he began to look around for a clock, though as soon as he turned away from the mirror a sudden display popped up in the corner of his vision. "You have done exceptionally well with your programming Slave." As soon as the snakeman heard the words of his new master he immediately dropped down on one knee as his body shuddered with pleasure from the praise, even though there was no physical presence. "It's 8:30pm on Sunday, you finished your training three hours ahead of schedule so I thought I would arrange a little test for you. Even though you haven't been conscious of it you've been eating quite a bit in order to help your body cope with the constant workout I've provided, so you're a bit low on food at the moment. I ordered you an extra large pizza, which should be coming about... now."
Suddenly the doorbell rang, and Daniel strode effortlessly and shamelessly towards the door without a thought for putting on clothes. It was part of his uniform, he thought, why should he be ashamed of it? Once he opened the door he saw a cheetah, maybe two years younger than him, dressed in a red and white pizza delivery uniform holding a bag as he looked down at the slip in his hand. "Are you Daniel... whoa." The young male was taken aback slightly as he looked at the nearly naga snakeman, dressed in only a rubber hood and briefs, stood there in the doorway. While it had not been the strangest thing the delivery man had seen during his career, it was certainly one of the most startling.
"Yes, that is me." Daniel said through the hood, though a second later he realized that it was because the rubber had somehow split around his lips and allowed movement of his mouth. "As you can see though I don't have any money on me, if you'll come in and drop the pizza on the counter I can get you what you need."
"Um, it was actually already paid for by credit card." The cheetah replied, obviously uncomfortable by the situation though he managed to keep eye contact with him.
"Well then at least let me tip you personally." Daniel said as he held out his hand to him. He could see the resistance in the other male's eyes, but the longer he looked at him the more they seem to gloss over. A great body and a strong, guiding voice were not the only things that he had been given, the snakeman knew as he slowly coaxed his prey inside, but a weaker version of the naga's eyes had been bestowed to him as well. It was those eyes that the cheetah was drawn into, melting away his argument as he walked in and set the pizza down on the nearby coffee table.
"Very good, I see you've got a grasp on your new gifts." Keridos said through the speakers as the cheetah's expression became more and more vacant. "Though they are not nearly as strong as mine, so you will have to make him yours tonight. The rubber you're wearing has been laced with a very special chemical concoction that a friend of mine developed which has subtly altered your physiology. As a result you have been rendered sterile, but your cum has the amazing quality of enthralling those who happen to have it introduced into their system. Only works on males, but I don't think you mind that anymore, do you?"
As Daniel heard the naga's laughter he knew what he needed to do as he ordered the delivery boy to strip. The cheetah nodded dumbly and did exactly as he was told, first taking off his shirt and exposing his creamy white underbelly which promptly was run through with scaly fingers. Soon shoes and socks were off as well, and finally the pants and boxers he wore were quickly pulled down as well. As they removed the last article he was pleased to find that the feline length hidden beneath was already completely erect and quite a sizable length. The sight of it made his mouth water, though at the moment he knew he had to take the dazed cheetah before he recovers from the mesmerizing sight.
"Ever been with a male before?" He asked as he tossed the male down on his couch, which promptly shook his head. "That's ok, neither have I, I'm sure instinct will guide us." As his scaly body pressed down against the furry one beneath him he felt a dominance spring up that hadn't been there before. While he knew he was and always will be an obedient, submissive slave to his master, he would be the master to the soon to be slave below him.
Daniel could feel a paw slide against his rubber briefs as they locked eyes once more, an unseen vent opening up and allowing his member to poke though. The cheetah had to have an attraction to males, he thought as their maws overlapped into a deep kiss, tongues dancing around one another as he got fully aroused. Their cocks began to press against one another as they continued to grind and kiss one another, their eyes never breaking full contact as the two males twined around one another.
Once he was sure that the cheetah's will was mere putty in his claws, he found his own lusts coming forward as he brought up those spotted legs around him. Though he didn't know it, his mind had been programmed with more than enough sexual techniques to pleasure any lover. Even with the kitty below him broken, it still made good sense to make sure that their bonding would be as enjoyable as possible. He wanted his first slave to obey him with the same love and obedience that he would give Keridos when they finally meet.
It didn't take long for their blossoming love to reach fruition, Daniel whispering the same mantras of love and obedience in his slave's ear that he had heard all weekend as they ground their bodies together. He found the cheetah to be exceptionally weak-willed, within only a few minutes he was nearly an empty vessel, waiting to be filled. The snakeman had every intention of doing just that, his rock-hard erection nudging with need against the cheetah's tight pucker. There was no protest against his invasion, in fact after a momentary hesitation he found the other male panting and pleading for him to penetrate his body and own him.
It was a plead that Daniel was more than willing to oblige, trying to let out a loud groan but finding that his mask had once more sealed shut. His new situation didn't startle him, he knew that his master had full control over the hood and briefs and therefore him, feeling electric tingles at the base of his spine urging him to thrust harder and faster as his thick cock slid into his slave partner. It was almost more erotic knowing that the naga was watching them, getting off on their lovemaking and the cheetah's conversion. He could feel the cheetah's length press against his new abs as he sped up, the man beneath him reduced to mewls and soft growls as the wave of lust washed over them both.
Not long after they had begun the snakeman felt the impending build-up of his own orgasm, which would seal his slave's fate forever. He wrapped his arms and pushed in as far as he could for those last few final thrusts, his scaly groin slapping against his furry cheeks. With a silent hiss he climaxed, shooting his altered seed into the cheetah. The cock sandwich between them bucked against his scales as he orgasmed as well, his body shuddering from both the climax and the snake's hot jizz as it rooted his slavery to him deep in his mind.
"Very, very good." Daniel heard over the hood's speakers, which almost got him hard again as he slid out of the spent cat. "I've already taken the liberty of calling both of your workplaces to make arrangements. Your slave doesn't need work anymore so I called in and quit for him, and as for you I'll be having you work from home until proper accommodations can be made at my estate. Also expect a delivery yet tonight, we have to get your slave's starter uniform on as well as the rest of yours."
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"Yes, the cheetah was one of the slaves found with Keridos when they picked him up." Salidrin spoke up. "But you're saying that you were the one that brainwashed him?"
"Again with such a phrase." The slave formerly known as Daniel replied. "He was a prime specimen and was inclined to such a life. You can't make slaves out of just anyone, they have to have a predisposition towards it. Naturally submissive, eager to please... Master does through background checks before he makes a new slave."
"You can't just tell me that people actually want their bodies to be used like that." The dragon scoffed, though the topic had started to bother him. They had been talking for over three hours at that point, and despite shedding his shoes and socks along with the jacket he found himself in increasing discomfort. But he wanted to know just how people like the one in front of him ticked, so he pressed on despite it.
"You'd be surprised." Slave replied simply.
"Just how many slaves are you responsible for?" Salidrin asked, slightly more aggressive now that his story had taken a turn. "How many honest men did you turn into Keridos' personal harem, as well as the prostitution ring he had going for wealthy and influential male clients? The story is going to get out there whether I report it now or it comes out in court, but at this point if you tell me you can help your Master, and yourself, out a little."
"Keridos turned four including myself." Slave replied, which surprised the reporter with the simplicity in which he offered the information. "We were the ones that he altered with his gift to take others, which is why we wear these full-body suits to protect our clients from accidentally becoming enslaved unless they ask. As of today the four of us were successful into converting twenty five into willing slaves for our master's will."
Something immediately didn't add up in Salidrin's mind, and after a few seconds of digging through his notes he found out why. "The police only found twenty eight slaves on the farm." The dragon reported. "What about the other one? What happened to him, did he die?"
"Oh no, nothing of the sort." Slave said as he got up, startling the dragon with his sudden movement after three hours of almost complete stillness. "The last one wasn't on the farm, my last conversion is right here in this hotel room."
It took several seconds for Salidrin's mind to process what the slave had just said, but before he could do anything about it he found two strong hands clasp on his shoulders. As he looked up he found the police officer looking down at him, his face twisted in a sneer as a shiny black collar glistened around his neck. He wanted to struggle, but he suddenly found his mind in such a fog it was hard to concentrate on anything. It was strange; he was so focused when the snakeman slave talked of his ordeal that he had a hard time processing anything now his voice had stopped.
"Officer Harkins is one of our loyal customers." Slave continued to explain as he pulled something out of the nearby dresser. "When he heard of my Master's plan to go public he was more than willing to help in exchange for exclusive access to my personal services, which included keeping me safe, looping security footage when needed, and slipping certain items passed the security checkpoints."
"You're... not getting away..." Salidrin struggled to keep focus, though more and more he could feel his mind and body going back to what the slave said about how good it felt to submit. "Keridos is caught..."
"Yes, and right now certain judges and prosecutors are meeting with my three kin just like you are." Slave replied. "You'd be surprised how many officers of the police force use the males in my Master's harem, as well as those of the government and judicial system. None of them would want to be exposed in this, and so my Master made the move to grab key influential people so that his practice will become accepted."
Salidrin tried to respond, but as the snakeman came back and slid against his body he found he could see past the lenses of the suit directly into his eyes. He saw the same swirling colors that Daniel had seen six months ago, and almost immediately his jaw went slack as his posture loosened. The hours they had spent talking was more than enough for the slave's monotone to draw him into a highly-suggestive trance, and after a few experimental tests he was ready to move to the next level.
"Our master will be acquitted." Slave hissed in the dragon's ear as the front slit of his suit opened, his cock almost immediately growing hard. "You will write a story that condemns the raid on his estate and shows how we are all well cared for. As sympathy for him grows the judges will find that the search was not carried out lawfully and dismiss all the charges, and we will be free to continue in our business. If you do well enough Master may grant you the same abilities as I... as well as slaves of your own."
All Salidrin could do was nod numbly as his lips were brought up to the fully-erect member in front of him, any pretense of his being straight and dominant swept out the window by those intoxicating colors. The officer stood back once his prey was under control, unzipping himself to watch as the dragon's maw slid on the hard piece of snakeflesh. All his thoughts, everything that made Salidrin himself, was locked away to be used only when his Master had need of it. Soon the only thing in front of the snakeman was a cock-hungry slave.
"Good slave." The snakeman said as he wrapped a piece of rubber around his head as he continued to bob up and down. He wasn't surprised at how quickly the dragon's will had broken, Master knew that the first time he saw him. For a few seconds he had to push the needy new slave back as he slid the molded rubber over his chin, the hood an almost exact replica of his head that fit perfectly after a few adjustments. Even with his mouth sealed he continued to try and suck on his converter's cock, the rubber rubbing slickly against it as he connected the dragon's hood to his own.
"Don't worry; you'll be filled once more soon, wouldn't want your noises to tip off the others though." Slave cooed through the hood's speakers as he turned the dragon around and slid his pants off. Soon the dragon would have the same slave training briefs and control box as he did when he was first converted, but Slave had to make sure his mind was completely theirs before he tried anything. He had gotten a lot of practice in his conquests though, and as he slid his cock unceremoniously into the willing tailhole in front of him he knew this would be no different.
He was slightly surprised to find Salidrin almost immediately pushing back against him, trying to get him even deeper inside. There was obviously a bisexual side to the dragon that had been carefully hidden, Slave reasoned as he stroked the dragon's cock as it bobbed beneath them. After so many times he could almost feel when they submitted completely, an act more tantalizing then the sex itself as he grabbed those scaly hips and pushed in as far as he could. As they began to get into the rhythm he motioned for the horse to come up behind him, the officer more than willing to comply as he quickly came around.
Slave quickly felt the thick piece of horseflesh, slick with pre from the voyeuristic masturbating, press against the rubber lining of his tailhole. He had to slow himself down slightly as he was penetrated; breathing hard into his mask as it slowly spread him wide. Thankfully he was used to such things, and after the initial push the rest of it quickly slid in until nearly the entire thing was sheathed in his backside. After a few seconds, the dragon in front of him still pushing against his cock and pressing him even further down into the horse's crotch, they began to start their thrusting anew.
Before long the three had turned into nothing more than a pile of thrusting, quivering flesh. Slave could feel the officer's sweaty body press against his rubber as he concentrated on their newest addition to the stables, heavy, muscular arms wrapped around his chest as his poundings pushed him even harder into the dragon. The stimulation was too much even for the practiced slave, his cock twitching against the dragon's walls as he came. This caused him to clamp down on the huge member inside him, and after a few more hard thrusts he could feel his own bowels filled with hot horsespunk.
"Best deal I ever made..." the horse said, smiling but exhausted as he continued to lie on top of the other two.
"I'm glad you enjoyed." Slave replied. "Now clean yourself up and make sure the guard didn't hear anything. You remembered to alter the logs so that no one knows that Salidrin is here, right?"
The horse nodded as he pulled out with a grunt, Slave letting out a small sigh as his backside felt empty once more. As the officer went into the bathroom to towel himself off he looked at his new slave, the dragon still obviously horny as his cum worked inside of him. He pulled his softened member out and let it retreat back into his suit as he put the rubber briefs and connecter box on him. The only thing he had to be careful of the dragon's erection, which quickly popped out of the slit in front as it remained jutted straight out in the air.
"Consider this research for your article." Slave said as he watched the lenses of the dragon's hood darken, his Master's loving words and thoughts flowing into his mind as the snakeman positioned his used tailhole above the new slave's cock. "You've become part of the focus piece now, after all."