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"Sssso, the prince issss losssing himsssself?"

The lizard, Raya, that Lorenus had given to the elephant prince so long ago nodded.

"Yes, Master. He believes that I don't know what he's doing, but he is far more focused on his libido than anything else."

"Excellent. Examplesss?"

"He has ordered four more sex slaves from the market," the lizard said, his pale-yellow scales glinting softly in the candlelight of the naga's room. "He's halfway through using them already, and I doubt that the other two will last for much longer. He's fucking them harder than I've ever seen anyone use a slave before."

"And he doesssn't believe that it issss due to the cukani?"

"No, Master. I think he just believes that he is that much of a stud."

Lorenus stifled a chuckle into his hand, the young naga smiling behind his fingers.

It was going just as he had planned, or at the very least, near enough to what he had planned. He had expected the fat prince to enjoy the cukani, to indulge in it and addict himself quickly. He hadn't expected it to go this well for him.

Cukani, as it was originally made, was a drug meant to enhance the libido of the one that consumed it, pushing their need higher and higher until sex was all that they could think about. His father had first developed it, and his father had been the one to put it on the market as a means for other people to force submission from their prisoners.

It was meant as a means of spreading slave-owning cultures, putting the temptation in the hands of others, but it could just as easily be used as a weapon. Even the watered-down version had caused more trouble for the Sizwe royal family than he imagined they knew.

The last few times he had gone to the throne room to 'consult' with Prince Dumisani, Lorenus had found himself waiting for nearly an hour before the prince showed up. The elephant's first question had always been the same.

When will the next dose be ready?

Lorenus chuckled to himself, leaning back on his coils and stroking his chin. The fact that he had turned things so much on their head pleased him, but he knew that it was only the start of what he needed to do in order to accomplish his own plans.

"You have done well, Raya. You may suckle."

"Thank you, Master."

As the lizard lowered his head to the naga's crotch, where his waist ended and the top of his tail began, Lorenus turned his thoughts to next steps. He had already placed one spy in the elephant's retinue. Perhaps it was time to start tempting them with something...more.

"Old Hump?"

"Yes, Master?"

"Fetch Noru from the slave pens."

"Shall I fetch gift papers, or -"

"No, no. A gag, though, yes."

"A gag?"

"I believe it'ssss time for the Sizwe court to ssssee the sssuperiority of Ssssnakeland ssslaves."

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With his tail wrapped around the bunny's neck, Lorenus slithered into the throne room once more. It was a familiar way of leading his slaves around, so it didn't unbalance him the way that it might have done with a less experienced naga, but it did require him to take it slower than he otherwise would have. He milked it, slithering in with a regal slowness, his head tilted back, his hood flared out.

As expected, the pillared throne room was filled with the aphrodisiac smoke of the elephant prince and his cohorts, the heads of the different species that made up the Sizwe Empire. They looked up from their hedonistic pursuits of drugs, drinks, and sex, and then kept staring when they saw the prize that he led at his side.

No surprise. He'd picked Noru for a reason.

The white-furred rabbit stood out as bright as gold in the dim throne room, the well-groomed fur glistening and almost glowing. The rabbit walked with a slow, almost proud step of his own, and he kept his head downcast properly, submissive rather than hang-dog. The scaly leash of the naga's tail worked to keep his posture proper, but he almost didn't need it. It was more a way for Lorenus to show off that he owned this slut.

The rabbit wore nothing, just as he had been instructed, his sheath bouncing slowly as they walked up to the elephant prince. Even so, the flagrant nudity was nothing compared to the 'show' that they were getting of the heir of the Empire.

Lorenus hid a smile as the elephant desperately humped a hyena over the side of the throne, his bulk forcing the big male down and pinning him in place. In and out, in and out that thick cock went, forcing the slave's hole to go wide. The hyena was held over a burning brazier, breathing in the drugged smoke, forcing it down into his lungs. It was probably there for his comfort as much as it was for the elephant's ease of use.

The position gave the elephant a slight look of power, but anyone that glanced at the prince's face would know it for the lie it was. The desperation stretching his mouth into a grimace of pleasure, the grunts and half-disguised whimpers that came from his mouth, the way that he was slamming into the hyena so fast that it looked almost like he was afraid it might get ripped away from him if he didn't cum soon: it was all the appearance of someone that was losing control.

Someone that was losing control, and loving it.

Oh, this is going better than I expected...

The naga didn't push the issue, remaining quiet as the elephant prince kept humping away. The soft clap, clap of balls swinging forward against a big ass were perfectly fun to listen to, and he could feel his own cocks hardening to the show.

It was not the way the hyena was being fucked that turned him on, though, but rather the sight of the elephant's slow fall towards something completely out of control. The look on his face, the desperation that he had to cum, the way that he was huffing and puffing like a good slut getting fucked despite being the one on top; it was just what he wanted to see. It was what he wanted to turn this...dick...into. And with the way that he was responding so well to the cukani, he couldn't see it taking that much longer.

Prince Dumisani continued to fuck the hyena for a good five minutes before he finally went over the edge, his balls pulling up and a thick load of white seed pouring from his shaft. There was enough of it that some spilled back around the shaft, oozing from that stretched hole.

Even then, he could tell that the elephant would have preferred to go back to what he was doing, but there was still enough thought in the acting monarch for Dumisani to know better. A good thing, too; until he had the elephant properly hypnotized, it was better to keep him on the throne.

"Mmph...What are you doing here?" the elephant grunted.

"It isss merely the daily meeting, Prince Dumisssani."

"Hmmph. I was busy."

"Yessss, I could ssssee that. Issss thissss one new?"

"I can't tell anymore. They all look the same. A slave is a slave."

He could not have asked for a better segue into his spiel. The naga gestured to the bunny at his side, chuckling.

"Thissss would prove you wrong."

"I doubt that. A slave is a slave."

"Except when they are a sssslave of the Ssssnakelandssss."

"...They are...different, but I doubt they are as much better -"

"Ssssayssss the man that complimented my jackal with hissss sssseed, proclaiming him better than the sssslavesss that you have here."

"..."

He was treading on thin ice and he knew it, but it was better to do something than nothing. Besides, it was a good way to remind the prince that there was a cost to the cukani supply. If he was to continue to give it, then the acting monarch needed to give him a little more leeway to play with.

Prince Dumisani turned his attention to the rabbit, and Lorenus could tell that there was a definite hunger for the white lapine. The naga pulled on Noru's neck, turning him in place, showing him off from every angle to the elephant. A nice, wide rump and long feet would appeal to many, he was sure, and the way that the bunny continued to show off while never looking overly proud of himself was probably selling him better than any words could.

"He is...appealing," the elephant muttered.

"Yesss, and look back here."

Turning his slave around, he teasingly parted the rabbit's ass cheeks, pulling them apart to show off the pucker between them. It was hot and tender, as he knew from experience, and Noru leaned forward to show off the tight little thing.

"And...relax."

The naga's word was enough to make the rabbit shiver, and both the prince's eyes and those of all others watching went wide, but not as wide as the bunny's asshole.

Lorenus smiled. It was one of the many little trigger words that slaves from the Snakelands were trained with. 'Relax' forced a hole to go from tight to gaping, relaxing to allow the largest of shafts inside. It wasn't the most useful of the different techniques, but it was definitely up there, and it was one of the most visually impressive, for damn sure.

"How..."

"It issss but one of the commandsss that our sssslavessss are taught."

The naga snapped his fingers, and instantly, Noru stood up. He turned the bunny towards the prince for a moment, and the bunny stared, not blankly, but intensely, eagerly waiting for his orders in a way that no Sizwe slave ever did.

"He issss programmed with many different orderssss. Ssssuch as 'Hard-On.'"

The bunny groaned, but thrust his hips forward obediently, thrusting his sheath forward as his cock started rising without being touched or encouraged. The rabbit's cock seemed to throb as it rose, and Lorenus smiled as he imagined what that actually felt like. It was another way of keeping slaves in their place, though. Properly trained, they were only able to get hard on the orders of their master, and it made it so that they were more likely to enjoy what their masters did to them.

More importantly, it was a visible manifestation of the power that he had over the rabbit, and it was an obvious statement that he was master, and the rabbit was his slave. The entire court could see that.

Lorenus smiled at the way that Prince Dumisani was doing his best to hide his amazement at what had just transpired. The drug had done more than just forced the prince to embrace his hedonism further than he normally would have. It was gradually stripping his self-control away, little by little, and it was clearly doing a number on his ability to hide his thoughts.

He was much better at this before...

"None of our slaves have ever behaved like this," the prince said after a few moments. "I am forced to admit...your methods are certainly more interesting."

"And more thorough," Lorenus said.

"I can hardly admit that. Yours can still speak."

"Sssspeaking isss a desssirable trait in a ssslave."

"So they can backtalk and argue?"

"No," Noru said, the rabbit's voice quiet, but penetrating. "So we can tell you what you've missed, sir. Such as the fact that your balls are swollen, and would do better with a mouth along your rim and taint than sucking on the fattened orbs, sir."

As the prince turned his attention back to the slave, Lorenus hid a smile. The initiative of a slave was something that was hotly debated in the Snakelands. There were some in his homeland that believed nearly as severely as the Sizwe, thinking that the slaves needed to be pushed down further and further until they were barely more than braindead zombies, able to respond to commands and little else.

However, the majority opinion was that a slave needed to have the chains of loyalty upon their mind, a few trigger words, and little else. They were more useful with a mind, with initiative, able to take on tasks that they saw needed to be done rather than just waiting to be told to do it.

It was also a better way of keeping the slaves loyal. Those that had the choice to do something would often choose to do it. Those that needed to be commanded would find loopholes to avoid doing work that needed to be done.

He pushed the rabbit forward, watching as the rabbit fell to his knees. The naga knew what would happen next, knew it as if he had foreseen it.

Noru would offer himself, giving the appropriate begging gestures and words to ask for permission to rim the great elephant prince. It would be flattering, something that the Sizwe slaves never did, something that would play on the ego of the acting monarch.

Dumisani, of course, would lean back and offer his fat ass to the smaller rabbit, and the lapine slave would eagerly start eating out the bigger male, thrusting his tongue up that hole.

Several orgasms later, in a display that would both shame the throne and show just how much the elephant prince loved attention to his asshole - and with a sneaky application of cukani up the backside - the prince would call a halt to it, and then dismiss the court.

I know how to play you like a fiddle, Dumisani, Lorenus thought. And soon, you will bow to me...and your Empire will follow.

The End