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This is a fic based on chaarcters created by chrysops55 on FA and the comic using them called "An English Teacher's Memories." This story is set in 1920's British-controlled India, and contains hypnotism, forced blood-drinking (even if its only "symbolic" blood), and the usual blowjobs and buttsex. The names "Arthur O'Toole" and "Indra Rajesh Ganesh" are my names for Chrysops' characters known otherwise only as "The Teacher" and "The Prince." The names are used with his blessing.

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Gonville Henderson stood in his office, getting dressed. Like most men of his era, he meticulous about his appearance, regardless of the situation of the climate, although he was known for allowing his hair to go unkempt and become wavy.

He stood, admiring himself in the full-length mirror; he was a medium-sized English squirrel of about forty, greyish in color with blonde hair and at the moment he was wearing a green jacket with brown jodhpurs, and a black bowtie. He looked, typically, like the sort of explorer sent by the Royal Society although he really was just going to go and visit his nephew, Arthur, at the nearby prince's palace.

He was, at the moment, bootless, standing barefoot. There was a knock on the door, and, as he frowned and adjusted his bowtie, he said, "Come in."

The door opened and in walked Captain Tolley, a tall, muscular bulldog bedecked in a red British officer's uniform. He snapped his heels and saluted. "Sir," he said.

"At ease, Captain," Gonville said, finishing with his bowtie. He walked over to his desk where his boots were. Sitting on the edge of the desk he started pulling them on as Tolley took on a more casual air. "What did you want to see me about?"

"Sir, I have more reports of...erm, restlessness amongst the local villagers," the Captain said.

This made Gonville glance up, once, before returning to his boots. "I see," he said. "And what of it?"

Tolley looked as if his superior had just asked him why murder was evil. Lately, the locals in their region of India had begun to act out. They were usually a fairly peaceable lot and tolerated their British masters, but lately there seemed to be some dissent. And not the usual kind being experienced in other parts of the country. No, not at all. Instead they tended to act....strange. That was about the only way Tolley could think of to describe it.

Dr. Graber's theory was that it was some kind of illness, judging by the fact that all the affected people had green eyes, and seemed to be in a kind of trance.

"Sir, well, you're going to visit your nephew Prince Ganesh's, aren't you?" he asked.

"Mm-hmm," Gonville said, finishing pulling on his boots and getting off the desk. "And what of it?" he repeated.

The Captain sighed. He said, "Well, with the locals acting as they are, I don't advise it."

Gonville smiled. "Thank you, Captain, but I'm quite certain the relatively short drive will pass without event. It's not as if the people are planning a revolt! They're just sick. Have Dr. Graber go and have a look at the poor devils." He grabbed a pair of black leather gloves and walked past the tall officer to the door; Tolley turned and followed him.

"I already did that, and neither he nor the men I sent with him have come back since this morning," Tolley said as they walked through the mansion, passed several red-uniformed guards in white pith helmets. Whenever the pair passed the guards would salute; Tolley returned the gesture while Gonville simply nodded.

"Well, he is having to treat an entire village, isn't he?" Gonville put forth. "I'm sure it's nothing, Captain, but I appreciate your concern."

As they marched to the door Tolley sighed and shook his head, realizing he wasn't going to persuade the Governor not to go. They exited the mansion and into the massive, gravel courtyard where Gonville's Renault Torpedo staff car awaited him, his driver, Wilfred, standing there in his goggles and driving cap.

"Good afternoon, sir," said Wilfred. He was a young, energetic hamster. As Gonville approached, he opened the back door for him.

Gonville took his time, pulling his gloves on one by one before getting in. Wilfred shut the door, then trotted 'round and got in behind the wheel himself. He started the motor. Gonville turned to Captain Tolley who still stood nearby.

"If you're worried about a revolt, Captain, you're free to post extra guards on the walls. But I'm going to visit my only nephew whether you like it or not."

He smiled, and then motioned to Wilfred who nodded and stepped on the gas, pulling away from Tolley and driving to the front gate, whose massive doors were open. Guards saluted the Governor's car as it bounced past and headed down the road. Watching him go, Tolley shook his head, wishing he could be as worry-free as the Governor.

As he turned to go back inside, the Captain paused. He felt a chill crawl up his spine, and looked 'round the courtyard. Nothing but red-uniformed guards, no sign of anything amiss or hostile. But he still felt like there was something wrong in the air. And that he was also being watched, somewhere, by unfriendly eyes. Tolley had earned his rank by trusting his instincts; he turned to go inside and paused to talk to the young lieutenant who emerged.

"Lieutenant," he said, "this is just a hunch but I've got this funny feeling we're not alone here. And I don't mean the men."

"You mean you think someone has infiltrated the compound, sir?" the Lieutenant asked.

Tolley nodded. "Have the men put on alert, and tell them they're to report anything suspicious."

"Yes, sir!" The Lieutenant snapped his heels and saluted, then went off.

Tolley frowned, giving the courtyard another wary glance, as he heard a muffled boom and looked up, seeing dark clouds beginning to gather. Wonderful, he though. A storm. Hopefully the Governor had enough presence of mind to put the car's top up, he thought as he went back inside the house.

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Professor Arthur O'Toole, nephew to Governor Gonville Henderson, reclined on the comfortable pillows in the obscenely decadent pleasure pavillion at the palace that was home to His Royal Highness, the Prince Indra Rajesh Ganesh, wearing nothing but a pair of loosefitting pants and idly smoking on a hookah pipe. He was thin, drowsily handsome halfbreed of a raccoon and a badger, with curly blonde hair, and at first glance wouldn't strike one as the type to take total control of a royal household and bend every single person living and working there to his will, but over the past forty-eight hours, that was precisely what Arthur had done.

Born to a badger father and a raccoon mother, Arthur had, since he was a boy, sought to explore the world. However his strict father, who became even stricter after the death of his biological mother, had insisted he become a teacher. Arthur had studied the language arts, and after graduating with honors from one of the finest universities in London had accepted a job as a professor there. His desire to travel remained, and made him restless and distant, earning him a reputation for being somewhat of an eccentric amongst both his students and the other faculty members.

His father remarried, to a squirrel. She was nice enough, but Arthur didn't accept her as his mother, and he'd told his father as much. His stepmother's brother was another matter. When told that his new uncle was the Royal Governor of a small province on the Subcontinent, Arthur had imagined Gonville as being a stuffy, overweight, and maybe even balding aristocrat.

Upon meeting Gonville during one of his rare trips to London to visit his sister, though, he'd turned out to be thin, with a full head of blonde hair not unlike his own, and, although certainly a bit pompous and more than a little condescending sometimes, was the exact opposite of Arthur's father. It had been Gonville who, upon learning of Arthur's desires to travel, suggested coming to work for him in India.

Arthur's father had shot that idea down. Arthur, indignant, was infuriated that his father would treat him like a child even though he was now a man, and, in his rage had gotten into a huge argument with his father. It was during this time he began trying to learn hypnosis. He figured he could hypnotize his father into allowing him to go to India. It was a pipe dream to be sure, and when his father had died before he'd gotten a chance to try it, Arthur had initially abandoned the idea, but kept all of his books and papers on the subject.

He was glad he had, he mused, as he watched the harem boys slumbering around the room. All of them were under his total control, through hypnosis. In particular, he eyed the sleek zebra, the one lying closest to him and Prince Ganesh.

With his father passed on, Arthur was finally able to leave the university and travel with his uncle to India. Here, Gonville gave him a job teaching English to some of his Indian servants as well as the residents of the local village. Then, Gonville asked him if he wouldn't mind also teaching the local prince of the realm, an Indra Rajesh Ganesh. Arthur's first few sessions with His Highness had been...unsuccessful, and he'd been forced to move into the palace so he could give Ganesh his undivided attention.

The Prince was a large elephant, currently dozing naked alongside Arthur on the pillows. Arthur had found him attractive from the day he met him, and moving into the palace had been a dream come true. Just being around Prince Ganesh made the raccoon-badger's heart swell with joy. Too timid to tell the Prince of his affections, Arthur had returned to his old hypnosis books, and through careful study, developed a simple yet effective means of hypnotizing a person. He had snuck into the Prince's bedroom that very night, and within a few minutes the elephant was totally under his control. And had his way with him.

Since then, Arthur had given everyone in the palace the same treatment. At first it had felt a little odd, since Arthur had not dreamed he'd be a power-hungry person, but once he had the Prince, the harem boys and a couple of the guards under his command, he couldn't help himself. His confidence and his ego had been boosted considerably.

He'd eventually released Ganesh from his little spell, because he'd realized the elephant as a mindless puppet was of little use to him, and, to his surprise, Ganesh had had similar feelings for the Englishman the entire time. Now, the two controlled the palace together, although Arthur was the one with the hold over their subjects.

The Prince shifted a bit in his sleep, and Arthur smiled and rubbed the elephant's thigh, then, he turned back to the sleeping zebra. He snapped his fingers.

"Awake," he said.

The zebra's eyes opened and he rose to his knees. Arthur's smile widened and he beckoned with a crook of his finger and the slave crawled over to his master's feet. The raccoon-badger wiggled his toes a bit, and rubbed over the zebra's snout with the big toe of his right foot. He took another drag off the hookah.

Exhaling, he commanded, "Lick my feet."

Without blinking the zebra leaned forwards and began to sloppily lick over the soles of Arthur's feet, making the Englishman supress a groan of satisfaction and sprout a proper throber in his loose pants. Beside him, Ganesh stirred and awoke and rolled over, trunk flopping onto Arthur's chest. Arthur smiled at him, and, hearing the slurping sounds, Ganesh looked down and saw the zebra lapping over the professor's feet. Instantly, seven inches of royal pachyderm cock rose up between the Prince's thick legs.

Taking the initiative, he pushed the zebra away, harmlessly knocking the equine onto his back. Then with a sudden yank that made him utter a cry, Arthur found his pants pulled off in one tug by the powerful elephant. Then Ganesh was rolling over on top of him and lifting his trunk to kiss the raccoon-badger fully on the lips, making him drop the hookah pipe and mmm before he began to feel his lover's weight pressing down on him. He grunted as their lips parted.

"I think...I think we had better change positions," he said, managing a small laugh, whereupon the big elephant immediately rolled over, pulling Arthur on top of him in the process. Their kissing resumed, Ganesh's trunk wrapping tenderly around Arthur's head, the raccoon-badger's head practically inside the elephant's mouth as he licked over his broad tongue. Then they parted and Arthur scooted back over his lover's rotund belly, until he felt the thick cockhead pressing under his tail.

The Prince gave him a concerned look, wondering whether or not Arthur could take him. He got his answer when the teacher pushed back, the head of the cock audibly popping into his anus, making him cry aloud in pleasure, awakening the other slaves, who looked over dumbly, watching with unseeing eyes as their master began to pump himself up and down on Ganesh's seven inches of royal meat. Ganesh's large hands took hold of Arthur's hips and helped him rise and fall. Behind him, Arthur heard movement and then something wet at his soles. Glancing over his shoulder, he saw the zebra had gotten up and crawled back over and was still obeying the hypnotist's command to lick his feet. He couldn't help but giggle, his cock spurting a bit of precum onto Ganesh's belly in response.

"You two!" he cried to the other slaves, a lion and a hippo. They rose to their feet. "Join us!" he said breathlessly. "Come!"

They walked over and fell onto the pillows on either side of them and immediately began tending to the Prince, touching, rubbing and licking over the massive elephant's body. With his free hands Arthur reached down and rubbed over both of their heads as if they were prized dobermans, and, then with a grunt, Ganesh's thick body lurched and his grip on the raccoon-badger's hips tightened, and then Arthur felt a flood of thick elephant cum flooding his bowels. In response, he grabbed his own cock and jerked it until he came, all over the Prince's chest and belly. Panting, he flopped down and lay there, smiling happily as he rose and fell gently from Ganesh's breathing, the three slaves continuing to tend to their two masters uninterrupted.

"Stop," Arthur said after a moment. They immediately ceased. "Go," he said, pointing to the pool. "Frolic. Pleasure one another. Until we need you again."

He then lay his head on the Prince's chest and closed his eyes, listening to his heartbeat, as all three slaves rose and went to the pool with hardons, where they waded in and began a lusty threesome, making lots of gentle splashing.

Suddenly they both heard a muffled honking sound. It sounded like an automobile horn.

"I believe we have visitors," Ganesh said.

"I'll go and have a look," Arthur said, gently kissing the elephant's trunk. "You stay here and relax, my sweet."

Wincing he pulled off of Ganesh's thick cock, and climbed down from his belly. Without bothering to dress, he walked past the pool where the slaves continued playing. The pleasure pavillion itself was windowless, private, but the adjacent hall had a window overlooking the palace's front courtyard, and it was to this that Arthur walked. He saw a parked convertible, with a goggled driver behind the wheel, and, standing alongside was....Uncle Gonville?! Arthur reeled. So drunk with power had he been over the past few days he'd completely forgotten he even had an uncle who was Royal Governor!

He heard a voice behind him. Ganesh. "Who is it?"

"It's my uncle! The Royal Governor!" Arthur said. "He looks impatient, not to mention a bit confused. I suppose we'd better go admit him and see what he wants."

If there was one person in India who Arthur was willing to willingly see at this moment, it was his uncle; he probably would've ignored anyone else until they went away, and advised the Prince do to the same. Of this he was certain. But as he saw Gonville standing there he figured he at least owed his uncle a visit. He just hoped nothing was the matter.

"I shall go and admit them myself," the Prince said with a smile. "I suggest you dress."

Arthur nodded absently, glancing up at the horizon, at his uncle's manor in the distance. He frowned. Dark stormclouds had gathered around the sky in that area, and he could hear muffled booms of thunder. Moving away from the window, he walked to where his old clothes lay strewn on the floor. His dress shirt, necktie, suspenders, pants and boots. No sense in giving away to his uncle that he'd "gone native" just yet.

Ganesh also dressed. As he did so, he turned to Arthur and asked him, "Will you be wanting to...." He trailed off.

Arthur was in the middle of buttoning up his shirt when this was asked, and he glanced up, blinking. "No," he said. "I don't think so. Not yet anyway. Not unless he gives us any trouble. Until then I see no reason to bother messing around with my uncle's mind. He's a decent enough chap, anyway."

Outside, Gonville was standing alongside the car, and looking at the two uniformed, turban-wearing royal guards who stood on either side of the massive doors that marked the entrance to the palace. Like the guards at the gate, which was open, they hadn't moved since he arrived. Removing his cloves, he cautiously approached them.

He addressed one of them. "I say, uh, my good fellow....um...are you feeling all right?" The guard said nothing. "Huh. That's odd. Well, um, would you please go and tell Professor O'Toole his uncle is here to see him?" Still nothing. "This isn't Buckingham Palace, you know," Gonville said, hands on his hips, his patience nearing an end.

From the car he heard Wilfred say, with a twinge of fear in his voice, "Sir, what if it's like what's happening at the village?"

"Don't be absurd," Gonville said. "No, no, I don't think so. They didn't have the green eyes. And the ones at the village didn't stand there like that, like they were statues. Whatever this is, it's odd, but benign. Don't be so nervous, Wilfred."

All of a sudden the doors opened, and Gonville jumped a bit, but relaxed when he saw Prince Indra Rajesh Ganesh emerge in full royal regalia, uniform with epaulletes and a saber holstered at his side.

"Greetings, Governor Henderson," he said heartily.

"Ah, good day, Your Highness," Gonville replied, bowing his head in greeting for a moment. "Is Professor O'Toole in?"

"Your nephew is asleep," Ganesh replied. "We were....up all night studying. But he will soon wake. If you wish to follow me inside and wait, I shall be glad to be your humble host until he comes downstairs."

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Back at the Governor's mansion, the guards in the courtyard remained at their posts but occasionally glanced up, puzzled by the increasingly darkening sky. Two of them, a pair of canines named O'Connor and Fenn, were on perimeter patrol outside of he house, rifles slung over their shoulders, walking and talking.

"Odd weather we're havin," said O'Connor, who was the bigger of the two.

"Aye," replied Fenn, a Scotsman, glancing warily up at the sky. "Ain't seen nothin' like this around these parts. Gets ya wonderin' why it hasn't started rainin' yet with clouds that black."

O'Connor nodded. "No wonder the Captain is spooked."

They rounded the corner of the house and were walking past the gardens when Fenn saw something moving out of the corner of his eye.

"What was that?" he said, stopping.

O'Connor kept walking for a moment, then stopped and turned. "What was what?"

Unslinging his rifle, Fenn pointed at the garden with it. "I saw somethin' movin' in there, I swear to it."

"It's your imagination, ya crazy dolt," said O'Connor. "Everyone's on high alert. Ain't no way anyone could've--" Then he, too, saw movement, and took a step back, blinking. "Hello?" he called. There wasn't a response, but there was definitely someone, or something, lurking in the garden, just out of sight.

"Show yourself, or we'll come in!" Fenn said confidently. After a few moments of silence, he turned to his partner and said, quietly, "I'm gonna go have a look."

O'Connor did not share the Scotsman's confidence. He was nervous, and he didn't know why. "I think we should go get Captain Tolley, first, Fenn," he said. He still hadn't unslung his rifle, and he audibly swallowed.

"Aw, ya big baby!" Fenn chided. "It's probably just one a' the local villagers. I can scare 'im off by meself. You wait here if you're too scared to follow me. Go an' get the Captain if ya want!"

And with that, he stepped forward and entered the garden. O'Connor remained where he was, watching with growing worry as Fenn looked left, right, then walked on, disappearing from sight around a tall hedge.

For a moment there was nothing, and, suddenly, he heard Fenn's voice crying in alarm, "Jesus, Mary and Joseph! Help! O'Connor!"

The other guard remained where he stood, too afraid to move, but a sudden, strangled cry from the Scotsman made him muster his courage and charge in through the bushes. But as he rounded the hedge and saw what had seized Fenn, O'Connor quickly wished he'd given in to his cowardice and fled to get Captain Tolley.

He managed only a small, "No!" and turned to flee - only to get grabbed about the waist by its thick tail and jerked off his feet, rifle flying and landing on the ground. Soon both guards were screaming and pleading for mercy.

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Meanwhile, Gonville and his driver stood in the opulant grand hall of Prince Ganesh's palace, Gonville speaking to the Prince himself while Wilfred stood to one side, arms folded behind his back, goggles up on his cap.

"I must thank you, Governor, for sending your nephew to me," Ganesh was saying. "As you can see, my English has vastly improved since he began teaching me."

"I was curious," Gonville said, "and forgive me if I'm being too intrusive, but are your guards out front all right? They don't react to anything."

A deep, hearty chuckle issued forth from the large elephant, that made Gonville feel slightly embarrassed, as though he'd asked a stupid question.

"Did I say something wrong?" he asked.

"No, no," Ganesh replied. "It is a perfectly legitimate question. No, there is nothing wrong with them. They've just recently undergone special training to make them more focused. I apologize if they seem without manners."

Gonville nodded. Hearing footsteps, he turned and saw Arthur descending the main straicase in his usual outfit of shirt, suspenders, tie, pants and knee-high boots. With a smile, Gonville walked over and greeted his nephew at the bottom and the two shook hands heartily.

"Arthur, good to see you," the Governor said.

"It's good to see you, too, Uncle," Arthur replied, and hugged him.

Over Gonville's shoulder he caught sight of the hamster he recognized as his uncle's driver standing nearby. Despite himself he smiled a bit, finding the driver to be quite attractive, a young fellow who looked servile enough. Arthur entertained the idea of making him even more servile, if only for a little while. He was brought back to reality when he and Gonville separated and he stepped down from the last step and walked alongside his uncle to where the Prince was.

"So, Uncle, to what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?" Arthur asked.

"Well, I hadn't heard from you in some weeks. I was just checking up on you, is all," came the reply.

"Well, as I'm sure His Majesty has explained to you," Arthur said, indicating the Prince, "he and I have been very deeply involved in our studies."

The two smiled at one another, a smile Gonville for a moment found a bit odd. It was the smile of two men who knew something they weren't telling him. But he shrugged it off. He didn't think there was anything improper or illegal that Arthur could get up to, aside from the occasional hookah indulgance, something the Governor himself indulged in from time to time.

Turning, he addressed his driver. "Wilfred, would you go out and wait with the car? Put the top up. That storm we saw on the way over could come this way."

"Yes, sir," Wilfred replied, then turned and walked off.

Arthur watched him go. He licked his lips. This did not go unnoticed by Gonville, who said, "Are you hungry?" he asked.

"Oh, you have no idea," Arthur replied a bit huskily, earning a wary look from Ganesh. Then, remembering who he was talking to, he quickly added, in a normal voice, "I was up all night and haven't had a bite to eat. So I thought we could all sit down to lunch together."

"An excellent idea," said Gonville, "uh, if it's all right with His Majesty."

"Of course," Ganesh said.

"Well, then, let's go," said Gonville cheerily. He started but was stopped by his nephew.

"Actually Uncle, I was wondering, maybe you'd like to go on a tour of the palace with Prince Ganesh?" said Arthur.

Ganesh eyed Arthur, uncertain of quite what he was up to, but a small smirk and a wink reassurred him, and he nodded. "Indeed. I don't believe you've seen all of my lovely home, have you Governor?"

After a moment, Gonville said, "No, I don't believe so."

"Well, then, I should be happy to give you a personal tour. Come!" The big elephant put an arm around the smaller squirrel and steered him off down an adjacent hallway.

"Are you coming, Arthur?" Gonville called back.

"In a moment, Uncle," said Arthur, "I just need to do something."

He waited until he heard the voices and footsteps receding completely before he smiled and walked outside, where he found Wilfred, the driver, in the middle of putting the convertible's top up.

"Good afternoon," he said.

Wilfred looked up. "Oh, good afternoon, Professor," he said.

"Please, call me Arthur," the raccoon-badger replied. "Do you need any help with that?"

Without waiting for a reply, he walked over and assisted Wilfred finishing putting the cloth top of the car up.

"Ah, thank you," Wilfred said with a small smile.

Arthur decided to make his move. Pointing to the goggles perched on Wilfred's driving cap, he said, "How do things look through those?"

"Huh?" Wilfred replied, then laughed. "Oh! Not much different than without them." He reached up and pulled them down over his eyes. "See?"

Nodding, Arthur stepped up to the driver, only a few inches away from him. Wilfred leaned back a little, and the raccoon-badger leaned forwards. Wilfred in turn stepped back until he bumped into the side of the parked car. Arthur stepped forwards so that he was, again, only inches from the hamster.

"Hey, what are doing?" Wilfred demanded to know.

"Hush," Arthur said, eyes widening as he stared directly into those of Wilfred behind the goggles. "Hush, and look into my eyes. Deep into my eyes."

"I, hey, wait..." Wilfred said, but trailed off into silence. He did stare into Arthur's eyes, and suddenly found he couldn't move. Something about the teacher's eyes made it impossible to look away. Moreover, it made him not even want to look away.

Arthur for his part continued to stare into Wilfred's eyes. Once he was certain he had the young driver's full attention, he said, "Now, then. You are under my power. You will do whatever I command of you."

"I...am under your power," Wilfred parroted absently. "I will do whatever you command of me."

"Take off the goggles," Arthur commanded.

Slowly one of Wilfred's shaky hands reached up, grabbed the goggles, and pushed them up onto his forehead. Now Arthur could see his eyes more clearly, and he was definitely hypnotized, his pupils the size of pin tips.

"Now," Arthur said, stepping back, "kneel."

Without hesitation, the driver fell to his knees before the teacher. Watching the young man obeying him brought back that wonderful feeling of power and by the time he got the front of his trousers undone, he was already getting hard. He stroked his semi-hard cock as it rose and grew before the blank face of the young driver. Once he had stroked himself to full hardness, he released the cock and let it bob there in front of Wilfred.

"Suck my cock," he commanded.

Wilfred opened his mouth and leaned forwards, and Arthur shuddered as his throbbing erection slid into the driver's mouth. Wilfred pursed his lips around the raccoon-badger's dick and began to softly suck. Arthur began to move his hips back and forth slowly, humping the driver's mouth, right there in the open courtyard. Of course, all of the guards standing around watching them were under his power, and therefore did have a problem with such a public display of lewdness. Nor would they tell anyone. Not even each other.

"That's it, Wilfred, my good man," Arthur grunted, smiking. "Now grab my hips and hang on."

The hamster's hands grabbed his hips and Arthur started fucking Wilfred's face in earnest. For a fellow who had probably never pleasured another male in his entire life, or had a homosexual encounter of any kind, Wilfred was doing an amazing job. So much so that although Arthur had originally wanted to see how long he could draw this out, he hit his climax a mere minute after he began thrusting, and with a small cry he came, emptying himself into Wilfred's mouth.

Not wanting there to be any evidence, before any of the cum could dribble out of the driver's mouth, Arthur quickly commanded, "Swallow."

Two audible gulps, and Wilfred swallowed all of the cum and pulled off of the teacher's cock. Sighing in satisfaction, Arthur eased his still semi-hard cock back into his trousers and zipped up. He patted Wilfred on his capped head, then said, "Now, stand." Wilfred rose. "Now, when I snap my fingers, you will return to normal in precisely three minutes, and you will remember none of what happened. Do you understand?"

Wilfred nodded absently. Arthur chuckled and kissed him on the cheek, then brought his hand to the hamster's face and snapped his fingers. With that, he turned and walked back inside, not wishing to be present when Wilfred came around. The old Arthur would've felt guilty for doing that. But he didn't. And in fact, his conscious was actually alleviated by the fact he'd not only released Wilfred from his trance but also ensured the poor boy wouldn't remember that he'd submitted to another man and orally pleasured him.

Later he found Gonville with Ganesh in one of the many art galleries in the palace, showing him portraits of his ancestors. Gonville was doing his best to look interested, but seemed relieved when his nephew walked in.

"Ah, Arthur, there you are!" he said. "Where on Earth have you been?"

"Oh, the top of your car was stuck. Your driver asked me to help him, so I did," Arthur said.

Gonville nodded, and then the three of them proceeded to the dining room. Lunch proceeded without incident, Ganesh staying mostly silent, letting Arthur and his uncle make smalltalk and catch up on current events.

The news of what was going on at the village near the Governor's mansion caught Ganesh's interest, and he frowned as Gonville explained how the locals appeared to be in a sort of trance, and acted hostile towards his soldiers, and, stranger still, all had developed green eyes; how his physician, Dr. Graber, thought it was some kind of illness. He assured the Prince that Graber was at that very moment doing everything he could to treat them.

When dinner was finished, Gonville politely thanked Ganesh for the meal and again tried to reassure him about the situation with the villagers, before bidding good-bye to his nephew and walking himself out. When he was gone, Arthur and the Prince retired upstairs together, and watched from the window off the pleasure pavillion as the Governor got into his car and was driven away. Back towards the mansion in the distance, where those black clouds still loomed.

"You were quiet throughout dinner," Arthur said, genuine concern in his voice as he softly rubbed the elephant's side, latching onto his arm. "And you got even quieter after he mentioned what was happening with the villagers. Is something the matter?"

"It's probably nothing," Ganesh said, "but what he described reminds me of something that they say happened here many years ago. Back when my grandfather was the prince of the realm. Something terrible. But I wish to say nothing more of it until I am absolutely sure."

Arthur nodded. He understood perfectly. But nevertheless, he was getting a little worried, too. Something happening while they stood here, which reminded his lover of a dark chapter of his country's history, of which he refused to speak, made the normally confident raccoon-badger professor feel a little chill....

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When Gonville returned to his mansion, he was surprised to find the front gates shut. Wilfred honked the horn a few times, and a guard's head appeared over the wall, looking down at them. Wilfred leaned out the driver's side window.

"I say up there!" he called. "Open up! I've got the Governor in here!"

The guard didn't reply. It was difficult to tell in the growing darkness, but Wilfred could've sworn the fellow had scowled fiercely at him. Then he disappeared. Leaning back inside, the young driver licked his lips. For what seemed like the hundreth time.

"Are you all right?" Gonville asked.

"Yes, sir," Wilfred replied. "I just have this funny taste in my mouth is all."

A few moments later, just as an impatient Wilfred was poised to honk he horn, the massive gates opened with a loud creaking sound, and he drove through. The gate was immediately shut behind them. Wilfred swung the car around and parked sideways in front of the house. Gonville let himself out.

"Go park the car 'round back," he said.

Wilfred nodded and drove off around the side of the house. A loud boom made Gonville look up. The storm clouds seemed lower, darker, heavier. And the wind was picking up. A hot wind. He frowned and took his jacket off, carrying it in the crook of his arm as he walked up the front steps and approached the door. He barely gave the two guards at the door a glance as one of them opened the front door; he did however note that they didn't salute him.

Going inside, he was greeted by a butler, whom he handed his jacket to. He stopped, noticing that the servant had green eyes. Green eyes like the ones Dr. Graber mentioned. Gonville thought so anyway. He'd never seen the sick villagers himself, he had to confess. Only Graber and Captain Tolley had.

"Are you all right?" he asked.

"Yes, sir," the butler replied, his voice a bit distant. Even though he was looking right at the Governor with those piercing green eyes, he seemed to be staring at nothing. The eyes looked blank; dead. "Dr. Graber returned, and examined me. He said that the thing with the eye coloration is unrelated to the plight of the villagers, sir. You needn't worry. Just don't act surprised if you see anyone else with the same condition as me. Dr. Graber assured us all it will be gone soon."

"Well, that's good news," Gonville said.

The butler turned without another word and walked away. Gonville watched him go, shrugged, then walked through the house towards his office at the back. On the way he passed his secretary, Jenny. He noticed she too had green eyes and suddenly he began to feel a bit worried for the well-being of his domestics, regardless of what Dr. Graber had supposedly told them. Where was Graber anyway? He'd need to talk to the Doctor as soon as possible, he thought to himself.

Still, the butler had said not to draw any unnecessary attention to their sickness, so he merely smile and said, "Fix us a cup of tea, would you, Jenny?"

"Yes, sir," she said.

He stood by, hands in his pockets, thinking, as she whipped up a cup she told him she'd kept on the burner for him upon his return. She handed him the steaming cup on a saucer and he accepted it with a smile. "Thank you," he said.

"By the way, sir, you have a visitor in your office. A person of most importance."

"Oh, who?" Gonville asked, pausing as he was about to take a sip of his tea. He looked from Jenny to his closed office door, then back to her again.

She said nothing. He thought about reprimanding her, ordering her to speak, but then simply turned and walked towards the door, taking a sip of the tea as he went. He grimaced, and spat what he'd drunk back into the cup.

"God, Jenny," he said, annoyed, opening the door, "this is the worst cup of tea I've ever--"

He stopped midsentance, and in his tracks, as he walked in. He lurched, feeling his heart skip a beat, and the teacup and saucer dropped from his hand, to shatter and spill on the floor. The office was dark, but even in the dim light the Governor could tell exactly what confronted him. A krait was sitting on his desk. A big one. Easily twelve feet long, with a body as thick around as his torso. The serpent was yellow with black stripes and narrow, emerald green eyes. The exact color as Jenny and the butler had, Gonville realized.

He took a single step back in reflex as the thing spoke, its voice deep and resonant. "Greetings, Governor Gonville Henderson."

"Wh-Who are you?" Gonville asked, trying to sound brave. "Wh-What do you want?"

"Who I am is not important right now," the reptile replied, his voice almost a purr. "But soon, you will call me 'Master.'"

That did it. Gonville called at the top of his lungs, "Guards!"

Two guards entered, but at a surprisingly leisurely pace. He recognized them as the pair named O'Connor and Fenn. O'Connor was carrying something, but in the dim light, he couldn't tell what it was. They both went up to the snake, but instead of attempting to subdue him, they stood to either side of him.

"What in the world is going on here?" he demanded.

"Light," the snake said, and, shockingly, Fenn obeyed him, stooping and turning on the gas lantern sitting on Gonville's desk. Gonville saw immediately that the guard had green eyes the same color as the krait's. And Jenny's. And the butler's.

He turned to look at O'Connor, and quickly wished he hadn't. He partially processed the fact O'Connor had green eyes now, too, but this was overshadowed by the fact the object the guard held in his hands was the severed head of Captain Tolley. The top had been cut off, and jutting from the gaping mouth was a copper sluce. Where Tolley's neck ought to be was instead an ornate goblet stand.

Gonville screamed, and turned, with the intent of fleeing, but he hadn't evem taken a single step before something hard and powerful enveloped his middle, pinning his arms to his sides. He reeled, spun back in the direct of the two guards, who were walking towards him, and as he collapsed to his knees, he realized the krait was coiled around him. Its serpentine head lowered down to be inches from his.

"Be not afraid, my pet," he hissed. "No harm will come to you. We merely wish to make you one of the faithful."

O'Connor stepped up, grinning from ear to ear as he raised the head-turned-goblet up to Gonville's face, filling his vision with the fact of the dead Captain Tolley. He could hear something sloshing inside. Before he could wrench his head away, Fenn seized him by his hair and grabbed his chin, forcing his mouth open. The head tilted forwards, and a thick, dark red soupy mixture that looked and tasted like blood poured forth from Tolley's mouth, and into Gonville's. He tried to spit, but once O'Connor poured it in, Fenn forced the squirrel's mouth shut.

"Swallow!" commanded the krait.

Gonville shook his head fiercely, but finally, he couldn't resist any longer, and swallowed....

To Be Continued!