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Nagesh Sadruddin sat coiled on Governor Gonville Henderson's desk watched with evil intent as the Governor reeled from the Blood. Released by the guards he collapsed forwards onto his hands and knees, coughing and sputtering. He shuddered. So did Sadruddin. A moment later, the blonde squirrel slowly looked up, blinking, his eyes having turned a peculiar emerald green color. The serpent smiled and flicked his tongue. Leaning in, he stared directly into the pliable squirrel's eyes, piercing his mind with his hypnotic gaze.

"You belong to me, now," he said simply. "Your mind, your body, your very soul are now in service to the goddess Kali. Is that understood, Governor?"

After a moment, as though struggling to speak for the first time, Gonville replied, "Yes. Yes, my master."

"Good," Sadruddin said.

His tongue flicked across the squirrel's cheek. Slowly he leaned his great bulk back up, and sneered down at the pathetic Englishman now under his control. He hated them. Imperialist insects. They were just as bad as the princes and maharajahs who deemed his people's faith obscene.

Nagesh Sadruddin had been the son of a Thuggee priest, one of the last of a dwindling religion. He had grown up secretly worshipping the dark goddess, preparing for this day, when he would fulfill his late father's expectations and bring about a resurgence in Kali worship. His mission was to "enlighten" the British fools who thought they controlled India, and so far he was off to a promising start.

How he relished being able to do whatever he wanted with them. He thought of the local prince, the great-grandson of the royal who had been responsible for driving the Thuggee underground decades ago. That fat swine's time would come, he knew. He and the rest of the Indian royalty would not be given the privilege of being enlightened. Sadruddin already had his army; he would instead use the brainwashed British troops to slaughter Prince Ganesh's pitiful standing army, and take his vengeance upon Ganesh himself for his grandfather's sins.

In the meantime, he didn't see why he couldn't enjoy his hold over the Governor....

"Take off your clothes," he commanded.

Gonville stood, unsteadily, and hesitated a moment before he began disrobing. Sadruddin's eyes shifted to the two guards, O'Connor and Fenn, the former of whom was holding the sacred chalice carved from the head of their own commanding officer Captain Tolley. An idea formed in his reptilian brain.

"You two," he said. "Join him. Pleasure one another for my amusement as you begin your service to Kali."

Like zombies - which is more or less what they were - the guards obeyed. O'Connor set the chalice aside and he and Fenn stripped out of their uniforms even as they approached Gonville, the squirrel having taken off everything except his shirt and bowtie. The Governor was erect and dripping, the snake noted. Immediately he was seized by the guards who began kissing and licking him; he returned these loving and forbidden gestures. Clothing and boots hit the floor as both guards became nude before their serpentine master, and, as one, the trio fell to the floor in a passionate embrace.

The Governor climbed atop O'Connor and kissed his neck, hands roaming over the guard's broad chest, their erect cocks dripping and rubbing together. Soft moans filled the office. Fenn positioned himself behind Gonville and sank his own member up the Governor's waiting anus, beneath that curly squirrel tail, eliciting a moan from Gonville as the Englishman was anally penetrated perhaps for the first time in his life.

The Governor's secretary, who Sadruddin knew was named Jenny, appeared in the doorway. She ignored the threesome currently occuring on the floor. "Master," she said.

"Yes?" Sadruddin said, glancing up, annoyed at this disturbance.

"There is one to see the Governor," she replied, stepping aside.

A hamster wearing khakis and a cap with goggles walked in. The Governor's driver. Another green-eyed guard was at his heels. "Sir, I've parked the car and--" He stopped midsentance as he noticed his employer writhing on the floor with the two guards, completely unaware of his presence. His mouth fell open. "What in the name of God is going on here?!" he cried, then looked up, and saw the krait. "Holy Saint Helen!"

Sadruddin gave a nod. Jenny and the guard grabbed the driver and hauled him over to the desk. The naked Gonville rose as bid and went to get the chalice, the captured driver watching with fear-widened eyes as that grotesque goblet was brought towards him, Jenny and the guard forcing him to his knees. O'Conner and Fenn continued their lovemaking on the floor beside him.

"What in the name of God is going on here?!" he squealed a second time.

"Soon you'll understand, Wilfred," Gonville replied, and brought the sluce jutting out of Tolley's mouth to his driver's lips.

The choking, strangled scream that followed could be heard throughout the entire mansion, but it fell on deaf ears.

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Arthur O'Toole sat in the palace library, alone, thumbing through various ancient texts. The night had been restless. Not that Arthur himself had trouble sleeping. But Ganesh had tossed and turned all night long. And when an elephant tosses and turns, his bedmate doesn't get any sleep, either. They'd eaten breakfast in eerie silence, almost as if the Prince was hypnotized again. Then he'd retired to the rear courtyard, saying he wished to be alone. Arthur didn't argue. But that didn't mean he was just going to sit around fretting. No. He was a professor, after all. Thus he'd taken it upon himself to start looking in the library for the source of his beloved Prince's troubles.

Arthur knew it was because of what Uncle Gonville had said at dinner the other night. About the local villagers suffering from a mysterious sickness that gave them green eyes. However, although Ganesh had said that something similar had happened in the region years ago, Arthur was having a difficult time finding any records of it. There could be only one reason for that, he reasoned. The records had either been hidden away someplace, or destroyed. As he came to this conclusion he sighed, setting aside the thick book he'd been looking through, and took off his reading glasses.

He rubbed his eyes, getting out of his chair. He pondered using his power over the palace's servants to entice the royal historian to tell him where the records might be if they still existed, but he decided he did not want to go behind Ganesh's back like that. Sneaking blowjobs from his uncle's driver was one thing. This was clearly something personal to the Prince, and if it was hidden away it was hidden for a reason. Arthur digging where he wasn't meant to might upset his lover immensely.

Pocketing his glasses Arthur strode purposefully out of the library and down the hall. He found Prince Ganesh in the lush garden that dominated the courtyard, a botanical testimony to how beautiful India could be. The elephant's back was to him but Ganesh tensed, sensing his presence obviously.

"You're wondering what's wrong," he said simply. He wasn't asking. He was making an observation.

"I am," replied Arthur. He came over to stand beside Ganesh who was staring into a pool filled with various fish, watching them swim. Gently he touched the elephant on the arm. "I've never seen you like this, Indra," he said, calling the Prince by his first name, something he only did privately. "What's so horrible you can't tell me? Tell me. I must know, if I am to help you."

"I don't think there's much you can do," Ganesh replied, putting an odd emphasis on "you."

This made Arthur tilt his head a bit. "What do you mean? All right, stop dancing about with this," he said. "I'm asking you, as your friend....your lover....what's wrong? What's happening? What did my uncle say last night that struck such a chord in you?"

Ganesh gave a great sigh and finally turned to look at him. "All right," he said finally. "What is it you wish to know?"

"You said last night that what Uncle Gonville spoke of reminded you of something terrible. I...I searched through the library records for anything in the palace's history matching up to what he described but I could find nothing..."

"Come with me," Ganesh said, motioning with his head.

However as they were about to set off they both heard the scuffling of feet. Ganesh saw them first. A handful of villagers, clambering over the walls of the courtyard. They were armed. One had a revolver; another a rifle. The others had knives and swords. They didn't look like they had come to pay a social call. And, Arthur noticed as he turned and saw them for himself, they all had green eyes. Wonderful.

"Look out!" Ganesh was shouting even as Arthur spotted the intruders. He grabbed the smaller raccoon-badger by the scruff and hustled him through the doorway and into the palace. Behind them they heard scuffling feet. The assassins were following them.

Rushing into the main hall, they skidded to a halt as the doors burst open. More of them. A lot more. Then, behind them, to Arthur's surprise, a group of roughly six or seven uniformed British guards. Arthur's first thought was that they had followed the insane villagers and were here to help....instead, they all had green eyes as well, and simply followed them inside, brandishing their bayoneted rifles. Beyond them in the courtyard Arthur and Ganesh could see that the hypnotized guards were all dead or unconscious; in their hypnotized state they'd been easy prey for the intruders. Arthur cursed himself for not thinking about a possible intrusion and telling the guards to react to it accordingly.

But he'd wallow in guilt later. Right now his and Ganesh's lives, as well as those of the remaining guards and servants in the palace, were what mattered. The villagers from the garden ran in behind them. Luckily, there were a number of armed guards in the main hall and in the alcoves just off of it. Enough to repel the invaders. And luckily for them, the would-be assassins seemed more interested in Arthur and Ganesh specifically than the palace guards. Clearly they lacked strategic thinking.

And so, as the intruders closed in on them, weapons raised, Arthur very loudly clapped his hands three times and yelled for the guards' attention at the top of his lungs. In response, the palace guards all jerked upright. He hadn't brought them out of their trance, but now he could command them as he saw fit. "Guards!" he yelled. "Attack the intruders!" He indicated the villagers and the seven Englishmen. "Protect the Prince!"

The guards charged forth. Most of them surrounded Ganesh and Arthur, rifles raised. The others tackled the sparsely-armed villagers head-on. The skirmish was brief but bloody. With their swords and bayonets the Prince's men made short work of the pitiful villagers. Soon most of them lay dead or dying on the floor. In the short fight, the palace guards only lost two of their own number.

The remaining villagers backed away, and the palace guards ceased their offensive accordingly. Now the British troops stepped up. Their leader was, oddly, only a private. He gave the command to ready, despite there being not one but two sergeants among the riflemen he was commanding. Something was definitely wrong if British troops were ignoring the chain of command.

In response to this, Arthur yelled, "Shoot! Shoot them!"

It wasn't proper British military jargon, but he had only seconds to ensure the Prince's guards would beat the British riflemen to the punch. Thankfully they did. Only one of the British got off a shot before the palace guards opened fire, and his bullet harmlessly struck the wall. All but one of the British troops and two of the villagers fell to the gunfire. These three quickly turned and ran out the door.

"After them!" Arthur yelled, and five of the guards took off in pursuit.

For a moment Arthur didn't move. His heart was pounding. The smoke from the gunfire slowly dissipated and the teacher beheld the front hall littered with bodies. He was stricken with horror. He didn't like to think of himself as squeamish at all, but having never served in the armed forces he'd never witnessed a battle firsthand, much less been in one. In fact, he was amazed at how quickly he'd been able to think under such tremendous pressure, despite his lack of experience.

He felt his sickness at the deaths of the intruders become overwhelmed just a bit by his trademark pride. Impressed with himself, he allowed himself a small smile, and turned to Ganesh to see what he thought of his skills as a battle commander. However his smile faded as he saw the Prince wasn't even looking at him, just staring at the body-littered floor with a deep, sour frown.

Arthur stepped forwards, walking amongst the corpses. He made his way to where the six dead British guards lay, and frowned down at them. "I don't understand it," he said. "Why would my uncle's men attack us?" He looked back at Ganesh, who remained silent. Great, thought Arthur. Just before the attack the Prince head appeared ready to explain everything, but after their brush with death he was silent once more.

A moment later the five palace guards returned. The two in the lead held the sole surviving British soldier between them by the arms. He was struggling fiercely, but he was a rather young lad whose strength was no match for the bigger guards.

"Bring him here," Arthur said.

They complied, hauling the struggling guard over to where the teacher stood, forcing him to his knees. A bayonet at his neck kept him there.

"The others?" Arthur asked.

"They got away," the lead guard replied.

Crossing his arms, Arthur scowled down at the British soldier, but felt his anger at the soldier's betrayal giving way to curiousity. The fierce green eyes that stared up at him were intriguing. He knelt, and decided to interrogate this soldier using his usual method. He stared into his eyes.

"What's your name?" he asked.

The soldier said nothing. Even though he himself did not seem terribly threatening on his own, there was a presence behind those eyes that made Arthur sweat just a bit. He felt as though this soldier was just a shell, an extension of someone else's will, with no real thoughts of his own. It was clear to him that he was dealing with some form of hypnosis. One more powerful than his own. Because as hard as he tried he proved unable to get this young man to answer his questions. And he had a lot of them.

Finally, he stood, and motioned to the guards. "Take him and put him in chains, and watch him closely. If he tries to escape, wound him. Don't kill him. He's the only survivor of this little assault and he's no use to me dead."

The guards nodded and pulled the soldier to his feet. As they did so, he suddenly spoke, blurting, "Kali Ma will destroy you!"

"What?" Arthur asked, blinking. Kali? The Hindu goddess of death? "What are you talking about?"

The soldier did not reply, and he was already being carried away by the guards. Arthur was about to take off after them when he felt a hand on his shoulder. Ganesh.

"You needn't question that poor soul any further, Arthur," he said softly. "I think I ought to tell you what I was going to tell you before....before we were....interrupted."

"Then tell me," Arthur said. "Tell me why they have green eyes. Why they're trying to kill us. And why in the world a British soldier of all people would curse me in the name of a Hindu goddess."

"It is the Thuggee, I fear," Ganesh said.

"The Thuggee?" Arthur said. He had heard of them. But only in stories. He'd never wanted to believe such a people had ever existed anywhere on Earth.

Ganesh continued, "When I was a boy, my father told me of how the Thuggee were once powerful. How they worshipped Kali with sacrifices and lustful orgies. He said that his father, my grandfather, had helped wipe them out in this region. It was said that the Thuggee priests had dark power over their followers somehow."

"Hypnosis," Arthur said, frowning at the thought of mind control being used for evil. "So....you think they're returning, and that the green eyes indicates--"

"I don't think," Ganesh replied. "I know."

"But then, that means that these poor souls..." He trailed off, glancing at the bodies lying sprawled all around them. His stomach lurched. They'd all been innocents until whoever was behind this had gotten ahold of them.

"I know," the Prince said, keeping his hand on the teacher's shoulder, this time in comfort. "They were taken and perverted, turned into puppets for a madman." His eyes narrowed. "A madman whose days upon this Earth I swear now are few in number."

"What shall we do?" Arthur asked. "Is there a way to break this, uh, lunatic's hold on them?" A sudden thought occurred to him. He looked at the dead British guards. If the Thuggee mastermind had gotten his hands on the minds of his uncle's guards, then he must have gotten his uncle as well! He silently prayed that Gonville was alive. Even if now brainwashed into following this bastard's vile commands, he wanted his uncle to be alive.

"I don't know. But I know that killing the master is a good start," said Ganesh. He took his hand off of Arthur's shoulder and turned, and started walking to the stairs.

"And how do we--"

"We do nothing," Ganesh said without stopping. "This is my responsibility, not yours. I will deal with this uprising myself, as is my sworn duty as sovereign protector of the people in this region."

"But my uncle--"

"Is the Royal Governor, yes, I know. He is also most likely now in the thrall of the Thuggee, and therefore the British rule in this region of my country is now nonexistent. Therefore, it is up to me."

The elephant mounted the stairs and strode up them purposefully. Arthur went to the foot and looked up at him.

"I don't see what that has to do with me. And why I can't go with you."

Ganesh paused, but didn't turn around. "Despite your actions today, you are not a military man, Professor O'Toole." Arthur winced at being called that. If he had had any doubts at this juncture of how serious this was for the Prince, then Ganesh's refusal to acknowledge him as his lover at the moment would've erased them. "You are a language professor. I will not allow you to be needlessly endangered."

"I don't have to do as you say, you know," Arthur said after a moment. Ganesh turned and looked down at him. "Need I remind you, Your Highness, of the hold I have over your own palace guards. You can't order them to confine me."

"I am aware of this," Ganesh said, his look harsh. "And also that you could no doubt hypnotize me into letting you come, or doing something else. Which is why I am ordering nothing." His gaze softened a bit. "Instead I am asking, kindly, for you to remain here. Safe."

Arthur nodded, but said nothing. He understood, and daren't refuse his Prince. As much as he disliked it. An order from His Highness was something the haughty teacher would most certainly refuse. A lover's request was something he could not, and would not.

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At the Governor's mansion, all appeared to be normal on the outside. Guards at their posts, the gate closed. Within however, the mansion was undergoing dramatic changes under the supervision of the krait, Nagesh Sadruddin. With everyone in the household now under his control he need no longer confine himself to the office, and he currently was coiling himself around a naked Gonville Henderson on the large couch in the sitting room. Jenny the secretary, equally nude, lay along the foot of the couch, Sadruddin's tailtip brushing her thigh. Both she and Gonville were placid, content. Gonville hugged his master's coils to himself.

Sadruddin was watching as the butler and some guards, in various states of undress, were erecting an altar of worship on the coffee table with a bloodstained statue of Kali. They worked silently, and arranged everything specifically to Sadruddin's desires. Necklaces of chopped-off fingers, donated from the late Captain Tolley, and necklaces of older mummified finger bones were hung over the statue. Ceremonial candles were erected and lit. The butler went and got the chalice that had been carved from Captain Tolley's head. It was time for the finishing touch, to bless the altar with the Blood.

"Pour it over the statue," Sadruddin said.

The butler nodded and went to the table, and lifted the head over the statue, he teetered, being an old fellow, and some of the red liquid dribbled out onto Kali's head. Sadruddin smiled, and looked at Gonville in his coils. The Governor smiled lovingly up at his owner, stroking the scales of the giant serpent.

They were interrupted by a clothed guard entering the room. "Master," he said.

Sadruddin turned and looked at him. As did the others, the butler pausing and lowering the goblet, frowning. Two of the villagers who'd been sent with the raiding part to capture Prince Ganesh stood a ways behind him.

The guard was about to announce them, but the krait said, "Send them in."

The guard nodded and turned to the two. "He awaits," he said, gesturing.

Hurriedly, the pair stripped nude and walked into the room, and knelt on the floor before their master, between the couch and the newly erected altar.

The younger of the two spoke first. "We failed, master."

Sadruddin seethed with a sudden anger. His levity at having seen the altar erected finally was gone with this news of their failure to capture perhaps his most dangerous enemy at the moment. However, the villager only said they'd failed. Not how. Their orders were to slaughter everyone at the palace but to take the Prince alive. If their failure was killing him, that was forgivable. Better dead than alive and free.

"The Prince?" the krait inquired. "Lives he still?"

Despite their hypnotic state the two villagers exchanged a nervous look before one of them said, "He lives."

Sadruddin's anger boiled over now. Quickly he uncoiled from Gonville, who grunted in surprise as the powerful body forced him to one side of the sofa, against the armrest. The massive reptilian form slithered down off the cushion, over the nude form of Jenny, and encircled the two villagers, who sat there stupidly, looking up at Sadruddin as he glared down at them.

"In light of your failure, you are to be punished," the snake said.

"But master, they were well-armed," said one of them.

"Silence!" Sadruddin bellowed. He seized that one in his coils first, then the other one. "There is no excuse. You both must pay. With your lives."

He opened his maw wide and lunged forwards, engulfing the first villager's head in one massive gulp. He kept the other held tightly in his coils as he fed, his long body making slow lunging motions as he consumed his underperforming slave. Everyone watched. No eyes were averted from the display. Gonville in particular leaned forwards in fascination watching the villager's naked form disappearing bit by bit into their master's body with agonizing slowness. For the next several minutes there was total silence in the room as the villager was swallowed to the waist, then the thighs.

Gonville watched as Sadruddin's head rose up with the villager's legs danging from his jaws. He threw his reptilian head back, jaws gaping, tossing the legs inside. Soon his lips sealed around his victim's ankles. With a soft slurp the feet disappeared and the slave was nothing more than a bulge in the great serpent's form.

Sadruddin exhaled, licking his lips. "Ahhh," he said. Then, he turned and looked at the butler who had yet to finish blessing the altar. "What are you staring at?" he snapped. "Complete your task!"

The butler simply nodded, turned, and began pouring the rest of the Blood upon Kali's statue, as the serpent turned his gaze to the remaining villager in his coils. His mouth yawned open and he slowly bent down to begin his second meal. As he ate the slave, he thought about how to handle Ganesh. Obviously the Prince would deduce who and what was behind the attack. And he might foolishly attempt to assault the mansion. As he felt the naked form of the villager sliding into his body, Sadruddin regretted eating them both so quickly, before he'd asked them how many of Ganesh's guards they'd managed to kill.

Oh well, he thought as he gulped the unfortunate villager down fully, smiling in satisfaction. He knew Ganesh would retaliate. And he'd be ready for him. No matter if he came alone or with his entire army.

To be continued!