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Snake Lords of the Desert 3

For Necross Skywing

By Draconicon

Being bathed by his slaves was a treat that few other things equalled, aside from the obvious other naked events. Lorenus smiled to himself as he slithered through the water, the last fragments of his cum leaving his shafts, and his body finally washed and oiled properly after the long journey through the desert surrounding Naos. Clean, shiny, and feeling positively radiant, the naga worked his way to the edge of the tub, and laid his coils on the barrier that kept the water inside.

His slaves were immediately at his disposal. Though he did not require them to leave the bath, it was a luxury that he indulged in frequently, reminding them of their place and allowing him to remember his own status. One of many princes, but high among them, with power to spare.

He was being dried and oiled again when the door to his chambers opened, and a black feline stepped through. A glance reminded him of the slave's identity, and he smiled.

"Mesun, it is good to see you. How is my personal assistant?"

"He is well, Master Lorenus."

The panther - a rare feline that had been traded for across the sea - bowed to him before looking up. Unlike Jelani, the feline's eyes were not so much blank as they were walled off. The glazed look had proceeded further with this one, spreading further and further until the eyes were nearly white with only a slight black dot where the pupil had been. It was the mark of one that had been conditioned to a task to the exclusion of all else, and Lorenus was proud of his work on Mesun.

After all, most who reached such a state were trained to do a single task to the exclusion of all others, pushing all other information out of their mind so that they could pursue such a thing with single-minded intensity. It yielded painfully skilled soldiers, horrifying assassins, and the occasional brilliant sex slave, but most of the time, it rendered them useless at anything else.

Except for this feline, and all due to Lorenus pushing the boundaries on just what sort of task could be focused on. He'd intentionally left the wording slightly vague, allowing it to be kept at the level of 'serving' him. Whether it was cooking, cleaning, sucking, oiling him up, or massaging his coils, Mesun could be trusted to do what was needed without the slightest possibility of betrayal. The panther had no concept of anything but 'obedience' and 'service,' though the naga had been careful to leave both points as vague as possible while restraining them with loyalty to him.

It took only a moment of slipping into Mesun's mind with a glance into his eyes to ensure that the restraints were still there before pulling back out. He smiled.

"I assume I pulled you from my kitchen."

"You are correct, my lord. How may I serve you?"

"My brother was here, recently."

"Yes, my master."

"Were you aware of his presence?"

"Briefly, though I could not restrain him, as he is a prince of the same line as you."

He understood that, and did not punish the panther for not doing anything. It was part of the rules; a slave may not interfere with a master, no matter what the master might have been doing. It was why the nagas never kept slave bodyguards. They were useless against any assassination attempts from within.

"You observed him."

"Yes, my master."

"Did he take anything?"

"No, though he was rooting through your writings, muttering to himself about your techniques. I believe he was interested in your ideas of how to escape the hypnosis of your sire."

"Of course he was."

"Speaking of which, your sire was here as well, while you were away."

"...He was?"

That was rare. Prince Rebinus Adelin was not one to make an appearance in his sons' rooms without cause, let alone while they were away. He folded his hands over his body, cocking his head to the side.

"Did he take anything?"

"Yes. A few of the business ledgers."

He could find a few things from them, but nothing definite, Lorenus thought to himself, and even that depended on which ledgers his father had taken. In any case, it was better to leave that be. Loyal or not, Mesun could still retain information another naga could take from him, and better not to leave a trail.

"Return to your cooking, then. I will have further tasks for you later."

As the panther left, he slithered past the other servants. They left him alone as he left the bathing area, making his way to the far end of the chamber and out into the public part of the tower. Other nagas made way for him, giving him gestures of welcome that he returned as he slithered along. His thoughts were far from him, further up in the tower in the record rooms, and he was already anticipating what he might find up there.

If father took the wrong ledgers, I will have a number of excuses to make, slaves to hide... He could handle it, but if it was as bad as he feared, then there would be a number of difficult decisions to make in order to hide his latest experiments. Clever as he was, his father knew numbers and what they meant far better than he did. The older naga could trace a single slave by monetary transactions alone, and had been integral in creating a scandal in other families by interpreting that certain buying patterns had meant the purchase, sale, and training of armed slaves in other lands.

If his father had found the right records, he would know that Lorenus had been buying slaves for experiments, and then not selling them, despite not keeping them around the family tower. If the older naga found that out, then it would only be a matter of time until he tracked down what the other expenditures in the books were about.

He slithered to his destination, pulling himself to the left and away from the ramp. The record rooms were, by necessity, dryer than any other room in the tower, and filled the rounded chamber in alternating rows of tables and pillar blocks, each pillar stuffed with scrolls and marked by name and purpose. He slithered past them, past Sanis - so near the door - until he found the row with his name. Further along still, he found his accounting records, and checked to see which had been removed.

Thankfully, the only ones removed were from last month and the month before that, before his slave purchasing had begun in earnest. His father must have been reckoning the full family financing for something, and was working his way through the months.

Lorenus pulled the current month's accounts down, delicately tucking it under his arm. He would have to make a few adjustments before his father had a chance to look, and make a secret deposit back to the family treasury. It would require swallowing a few losses, but he could make it happen. Better that than the numbers needing to be explained.

With that scroll and two others from his research column - one theorizing on the visualization of mind chains versus their actual effects, the other regarding his White Out technique - he left the record room and made his way back down to his chambers. There was no one waiting for him outside, and he simply slipped inside instead.

Mesun was waiting, with several pieces of grilled meat - goat, from what he could see - and cheeses beside it. The mostly-naked panther bowed at his approach, and his current project, Jelani the jackal, did the same. He slithered past them, pulling his coils onto his bed of cushions, and gestured idly at them.

"Tease one another. I wish a distraction."

As the feline and the canine moved to the bed, Mesun's apron slipping from his body as he laid down and Jelani's cock quickly sliding free, the naga turned back to his scrolls. The pair of slaves 69'd one another in the background as he unrolled them, dragging his finger along his notes from long ago. The notes about the mind chains remained completely unconfirmed, but they were the only theory he had to work with.

The mind chains seen in the mental landscape of slaves is not merely a visual confirmation of their slavery, but the interpretation of the slave of their own slavery. It is not a measure of the control that the master has over them, but the slave's interpretation of the control. A slave may be bound more securely than any, but even the most glassy-eyed slave may see themselves as bound only by silk ties in their mind. The key for a good slave is to keep the ties as loose as possible in their interpretation, and as mighty as can be in reality.

He'd written that years ago on one of his explorations of Mesun's mind, where the panther had shown himself to believe he wasn't bound at all, but merely linked to the different pieces of his servitude by silken ropes. Jelani, on the other hand, still saw himself as bound in chains. Whereas he...

Lorenus did not like to think of his own mental bindings. The hypnotic control of his father was easily forgotten, most days, but when he had to think of this, it came back. His father had hypnotized all of them, but unlike his slaves, it was not so easy as looking into his own mind to see what the conditioning was. It had taken him years to find out that he was conditioned, and to find out what some of the commands were. Even now, it was hard to remember that his inability to actively plot against his father was hypnotically implanted, rather than just something he didn't want to do.

But...there was a way around that.

He turned to the other scroll. He'd come up with this technique, and had buried it under a number of other notes and ideas so that nobody came upon it. The White Out technique, a means of clearing the mind so that he could see within it, and - if he ever perfected it - of blanking the mind and starting over from scratch. The downside was, if it was taken to that extent and done improperly, he could end up wiping his mind entirely rather than simply clearing it of hypnotic commands. So far, he dared not go that far.

Well, let's try this again.

Lorenus pulled himself back, his coils tightening around himself as he pulled his body in tight. With the slaves still bobbing their heads along their cocks, sucking each other happily and almost desperately, the naga closed his eyes.

Feel for the empty spot in your mind, he told himself. Feel for a place without thought, without emotion, without attachment or memory. Find a place without anything in it, without chains to hide it or memory or thought to occupy it. This is the place to start. This is the hole into the mind. This is the place without defenses. Find it, and then imagine whiteness. Find it and fill it with the whitest light.

The naga's mind was dark, so it was like feeling around in the worst of places, trying to fumble about to get what he needed. There were memories everywhere, or so it felt, and emotions were splattered out all about him, from annoyance to lust to anger. He could hardly reach into his mind without finding at least one of them. And thoughts were constant, filling a place almost as soon as he found it.

Eventually, he found something. Emptiness. He stilled his mind, and started forcing light into that spot. White light, white emptiness, whiteness that filled the darkness. Enclosed by everything else, he could feel himself slowly taking form there.

Fill it with light until there is nothing else. Fill it until your head is fit to bursting trying to contain it. At the point of pain, before it passes over from tolerable to intolerable, let it loose, and remember the shadows.

And so he did. The flicker was instantaneous through his head, giving only a brief flash of light, but it was enough. The shadows of chains hung heavy over his mind, diaphanous, nearly transparent, but there. He opened his eyes, and thought about what he'd seen.

Beauty, but not something I desire, he thought. Respect...yes, respect was there. Am I chained by my respect?

There was more, ever more to be analyzed, and he wrote it down while he still remembered what he had seen. There were places where the chains connected that he hadn't seen before, and he needed to remember the new possible connections, the meanings between his mental bindings. With what he'd seen, he'd have a number of new possibilities to try out with his other slaves, to see what it actually did.

He shifted his eyes back to the two slaves, and chuckled as he watched them desperately sucking on one another, each one trying and failing to cum into the other's mouth. The naga clapped his hands, and the pair immediately stopped, looking over at him without hesitation.

"Come to me. You'll work my shaft for a time, and when I am done, you may climax."

They climbed off of each other, and soon he had a canine tongue on one of his cocks, and a feline tongue on the other. He sighed happily, closing his eyes and enjoying the feeling of their tongues working him over. They were eager, for certain, and they were licking him from the tip all the way to the base. Not sucking, yet, but licking, giving him worship as they were supposed to.

As they licked and nuzzled at his cocks, he wrote down his findings, including the one chain that puzzled him and concerned him most. It ran from his knowledge of his father all the way to the part of his mind that controlled his heartbeat and his ability to breathe. It was a piece of hypnosis that he had never seen before, but one that seemed like it could only have sinister intents.

I will have to be careful, indeed, he thought, before closing the scroll and leaning back, intent on enjoying the work of his slaves.

The End