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Though the monkey slave of the elephant prince was all but useless physically, Lorenus knew better than to discount the possibilities that he presented. True, most people would find the monkey to be incapable as anything but a cum dump, but Lorenus wasn’t most people. Nor was he like most nagas, who would have given up on him immediately.

The naga lord pulled the monkey through the drugged, smoky halls of the Sizwe palace, passing under the reddened eyes of many different soldiers that looked like they would rather be doing anything but what they were doing. Loincloth-covered cocks were constantly rising and falling depending on how drugged the nobles and soldiers and other dwellers of the palace were, and it took a great deal of self-control for Lorenus not to let the same things happen to his body.

This family, this Empire…I do not understand how they hold together.

There were reasons and ways for them to do it, he was sure; they were fighting various wars against the other tribes, but the Empire was holding their own and finding victory where they shouldn’t. Prince Dumisani, the acting emperor, was certainly not the cause of that, though.

He wouldn’t know how to fight his way through a roll of papyrus, the snake thought, shaking his head as they left the royal court behind and came to the guest apartments in the palace. His father, though…

He had yet to meet the father, the emperor of the Sizwe, and he wondered if he would really want to. The possibility of gaining power over the true ruler’s mind was an enticing one, he had to admit.

At the same time, he knew that the hedonism of the son didn’t mean that the father would be weak, just that the father was…permissive about what he allowed the son to do.

You’ve misjudged your opponents in the past. Assume everyone is more capable than you think they are, and you won’t be beaten when they surprise you.

He would live by that until the elephants proved that they were as weak and undisciplined as he believed them to be, and even after.

They reached his apartment, finally. He opened the door and gestured with his tail for the monkey prince to step inside. Those same, blank eyes stared back at him, the mind behind them struggling to comprehend an order that wasn’t about sex, eventually stepping through. The snake followed, shaking his head as he hissed through his fangs, his hands clenched at his side as he shut the door behind him.

His tail twitched as it coiled around the monkey, wrapping around him tightly and using him as an impromptu perch. The feeling of the trim muscles in the primate’s thin limbs were nice, but he knew that this was not something that the monkey could sustain for long. He would need rest, exercise, if he was going to be strong enough for this.

But he didn’t need the monkey’s body. He needed the mind.

“Look at me,” Lorenus whispered.

The monkey tilted his head back, his naked body swaying slightly within the naga’s coils. Lorenus fixed the former prince with a stare, then slid his mind into the slave’s.

#

Deep inside, emptiness. A pit, a complete dark abyss where nothing but the smoke of drugs and whispered magic lingered. Lorenus felt the power of the mind behind it, but felt the greater power of the chains that held the monkey down.

He wandered through the darkness, his tail flicking around, twisting about the chains of smoke and slime and lust that kept the monkey from thinking and stirring. Too many things that held him down, too many chains that kept him from thinking, from understanding what was going on around him.

Not enough to keep him from seeing things, though. Lorenus followed the light from above, his eyes adjusting to find the pictures that the light etched on the wall. Faint and barely there, but they led in a line across the monkey’s mind, and he went deeper, following it and the chains around it.

Eventually, the spiraling path of the sense of sight pulled him down to a great block of stone. It was rough and chiseled in a way that only weather could do, and upon it was a monkey statue, one that clung to it from above, as if shielding the stone from being pulled away by a great storm.

He ran his fingers along the front of it, the tips of his digits finding a crack in the stone, almost like the crack between two wooden panels to form a door. He cocked his head to the side, looking up at the statue again.

Once more, he traced his hands along the stone, and this time, he found letters. Rough, crude, but readable through touch.

“What is seen cannot be forgotten. When speech is gone, when words have fled, let the memory of sight remain.”

Slowly, Lorenus smiled, and closed his eyes.

#

“So, you have a vault, do you?”

The snake chuckled to himself as he uncoiled himself from the monkey’s body, leaning himself against the wall as he tapped his fingers against his chin. A flick of his finger and a flash of his eyes was enough to bring the primate to him again, the monkey falling to his knees, opening his mouth and licking against the snake’s slit at the top of his tail.

A vault was not uncommon among unbroken slaves, though it was far rarer among those that had been hit as hard as any of the Sizwe slaves had been. It was a means of holding a piece of oneself away from the rest of the world, locking it down in the only way that it could survive. It kept it from interacting with the rest of the mind, and it kept the rest of the mind from interacting with it. It was a sterile room, but it meant that that part of a person could not come free again without outside help.

That said, it looked like the monkey had managed to do more than just save a piece of himself in that vault.

He’s attached it to his sense of sight. Everything that he sees gets stored in there. Everything that he observed…

It was a way in. The court of the Sizwe were remarkably cagey whenever he was in the room, always hiding whatever they were talking about, always pulling back and hushing themselves when he slithered into the room.

But if he had someone that had been watching them for weeks, if not months…

He groaned with a smile on his face as his cocks slid free of his slit, the monkey opening his mouth wider to take them in. The slender primate was bobbing his head eagerly, sucking them down, but there was still something to the motion that put the snake off. It was so…artificial, in some ways. Like it was just a motion that was done at an order, not because it was wanted.

It was a bit frustrating, but it was better than nothing. It was still pleasurable, at least.

As the monkey continued sucking his twin shafts down his throat, the naga pressed his hands to his chest, steepling his fingers together as he considered the possibilities.

The monkey obviously had a great deal of information that he could use, but it would involve opening that vault. If he did that too soon, however, the monkey’s mind would be corrupted by all the lust and smoke and drugs that were coursing through his system, not to mention the odd bit of magic that seemed to be lingering in there. Magic, while rare, was something that lingered in some objects and in the teachings of some shamans, and he didn’t want to tangle with that if he didn’t have to.

And if the information was corrupted, then he might not be able to trust it.

I’ll have to purge some of it…

The White Out technique was a possibility, as the vault did look secure, but if he had misjudged it, then he would possibly erase all the information there while gaining nothing for his pains. All he would have would be a mind-wiped monkey, and no matter how incompetent he was at anything but sex, the prince would notice that.

Shaking his head, the naga looked down at his toy. The monkey looked back up at him with those blank eyes, those empty orbs staring at him, waiting for something, anything to tell him what to do.

“Turn. Presssent your asssss.”

The monkey immediately did as he was told, the naga’s cocks slipping from his mouth as he turned around and pushed his rump up in the air. It was a fine enough one, with a muscular pair of ass cheeks, but the hole between was…well, loose was putting a bit of a nice touch to it. It had been gaping the last time that he’d seen it, though, so he hoped that some of the self-improvement commands that he’d left the monkey with during their meeting in the desert had settled in.

He slid a finger past that pucker, feeling the hole clench on him. That was promising. At least it knew how to do that, still.

After making sure that three fingers would fit in the monkey’s hole while he was clenching, Lorenus pulled the primate down, holding him with his tail in a position ready for fucking. The monkey didn’t squirm, didn’t fight, but the tail would have held him pinned if he had.

As the naga prince started bouncing the monkey on his cocks, he started planning how he was going to pull that information out of the prince’s mind. He needed to do it in a way that cleared the chains and corruption around the memory vault but left the rest of the mind enslaved, if only for his own protection.

Up and down, up and down, his cocks clasped inside of that slippery, squeezing, flappy hole. He groaned a few times, enjoying the pressure, but not as much as he would have done with his own slaves.

Just for a little while longer, he told himself. It’ll all pay off soon.

He was just starting to think of what else he could make the monkey do while he brainstormed when there was a knock at the door. The snake arched an eye-ridge, cocking his head to the side.

“Come in.”

The door opened, and on the other side was a familiar camel. Lorenus smiled, nodding for his oldest servant to enter.

“Hello, old hump.”

“Hello, Master,” the camel said, bowing at the waist. “I bring news.”

“Then sssshare it. I am curioussss what issss happening in the world.”

The camel nodded, reaching behind his back and pulling several scrolls forth. He tucked most under one arm, letting the last of them drop open in his free hand.

“A message from home. The last of your slaves will arrive by the end of the week, aboard the transport ship Nessene. They have been sedated and marked with your ownership sigils, so as to prevent any theft.”

“That would be Mesun, Noru, and Jelani, yes?”

“That would be correct, sir. Shall I –”

“Posssst yoursssself at the port when you believe they’re coming in. I will write you a note of reception to take posssssesssssion of them.”

“Thank you, sir.”

The camel bowed.

“Other news includes updates from the war front. The emperor of the Sizwe will be returning in a few months, perhaps as soon as one, but it is unlikely. He will be bringing with him a new shipment of slaves, likely more of the monkey tribe. Would you like me to place a few bids if he comes in with anything interesting?”

“…Not yet, but assssk me again when the time drawssss nearer.”

“Of course.” Another scroll passed away, another pulled free. “The last is a notice of a shipment of slaves brought in from the rivers down south, and the beginning of a conflict with the Oceanborn. The Empire is struggling slightly, but they are holding strong. If I recall correctly, Prince Dumisani was looking for a way to push forward…with cukani…”

Lorenus’s smile dropped, despite the monkey riding his cock so fast. He remembered the trade deal, alright, the weaponized venom of a naga being offered for more trade with the southern lands. He hadn’t liked the idea then, and he didn’t like it now.

The old camel nodded, putting the scroll down without a word. None was needed with their old relationship, nor did the obvious question need to be asked.

“Your father has yet to sell more of the cukani to the Sizwe, but that is a matter of finances rather than morals. When the emperor returns, it is possible that their spoils of war will give them the resources to buy up what they need.”

Well, that gave him something to work with. He had a soft time limit, of sorts, and he had something that he needed to neutralize as fast as possible.

And there might, might, just be a way to do it, considering that the court was as hedonistic as it was. The naga’s lips turned up in a slow smile, one that the camel didn’t miss.

“I know that look, sir. What are you planning?”

“Ssssomething that might negate my father’ssss market and give ussss a hold on the royal family at the ssssame time. If I can work it out.”

“What do you need, sir?”

“A dozen ssslavesss, a milking ssset, and an alchemy sssset. Ssssee to it.”

“As you say, sir.”

The camel bowed, departing without a further question, leaving the naga and the monkey alone again. Lorenus pulled the primate off his cocks, lifting him up and turning him around so that they were eye to eye once more.

You will be an interesting one…

With the combined information from Raya, his lizard spy under the elephant prince, and this monkey’s memories…well, they might have a chance at this yet.

The End