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The long-belated fourth part of my "hypnotism in Colonial India" story series based off of Salmacis' comic on FA. Originally this was to be the final part, but I got a little tired while writing it and so decided to end it where I did. Either there will be a fifth part, or I'll come back to this one later and add an extended ending.

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Private Wellington led the way along the road towards the Royal Governor's mansion just as dawn was breaking. Behind him trotted Arthur O'Toole anxiously. Even though the Prince had ordered him to remain back at the palace, with both him and his uncle in danger from that madman Sadruddin, Arthur was not going to stay put and let them die.

Up ahead lay the walled-in home of his uncle. The gates were smashed open and and some soldiers stood guard at them. It was still dark enough that they could not be seen by the soldiers at the gate, and they crept along quietly through the dry brush. Arthur was anxious and impatient, and struggling to calm himself. He knew victory wouldn't come from any rash decisions but his worry for Uncle Gonville and his beloved Prince was threatening to overwhelm his senses. Wise, then, to let Private Wellington make the decisions for now.

"This way," Wellington whispered, and, brandishing his rifle, ran bent-over to the far end of the wall just opposite the gate. Arthur slammed against the wall beside him, panting. They watched the soldiers at the gate. The weren't moving. They stood there, stiffly. "Automatons," Wellington whispered fearfully. "They don't even look alive."

"This Sadruddin fellow is the worst kind of brainwasher," Arthur whispered back. "Now, get me to the side entrance."

Nodding, Wellington turned and crept along the wall and around the corner, the raccoon-badger behind him. A few yards along the soldier stopped and found what looked like a loose stone in the wall, and pushed it with a click.

With a rumbling noise that Arthur was certain would bring the guards running, but didn't, a section of the wall slid inwards, revealing a dark passageway leading down. Wellington charged in, followed by Arthur. The false wall boomed back into place behind them. It was dark, but there was enough light provided by lit torches for Arthur to see that they were running along a dank stone corridor.

"An old emergency escape tunnel your uncle's predecessor installed, back when the mansion was first built," Wellington was explaining. "To be used in case of an uprising or an attack. But Henderson never had use for it."

At the end of the tunnel, was another false wall. This one was concealed behind a hinged bookshelf and opened into the mansion's first-floor library. Nobody was in sight. Stepping through after the Private, Arthur slowly shut the bookshelf with a soft clicking sound, and then he and Wellington crept across the library. The door was open just a crack and they looked through and into the main hall. The hall itself was deserted. But through the front windows and open front door they could see the activity going on in the courtyard, the green-eyed soldiers loading up trucks.

"They must be preparing for battle," Wellington whispered. After a moment, when Arthur didn't reply, he said, "Well, now what? I got you inside like I promised. But from here on in, Professor, might I recommend you make the decisions?"

Arthur nodded. "You go and find my uncle," he said. "Don't hurt him. Subdue him and bring him to me. Kill anyone you have you."

Wellington swallowed and hefted the rifle. "What about you? You haven't got a weapon!"

"I'll get one," Arthur said offhandedly. "Now go. And, uh, act brainwashed."

Wellington blinked, but then stood bolt upright, went bug-eyed and marched stiffly out into the main corridor. He passed a couple of mind-controlled soldiers who didn't spare him a passing glance. As Arthur had hoped, the lack of green eyes was not noticeable to the essentially mindless slaves of the krait. Wellington continued on down the hall to where Arthur knew his uncle's sleeping quarters were.

As for Arthur himself, he waited for the two soldiers to pass by, then slipped out and ran along the hall, hoping he was going in the right direction. From what Wellington had been able to remember, the "temple" the Thuggee had set up was in the sitting room, which was on this side of the house, just off Gonville's office. Halfway there he heard approaching footsteps. Boots. More soldiers. Cursing silently to himself, Arthur spun and ran into the first door he saw, which turned out to be a small office.

He quietly shut the door halfway, and peered through the crack at the approaching soldiers. Governor Gonville Henderson was with them, and Arthur's heart ached. He hoped that Private Wellington could get his uncle away from those poor brainwashed souls. Thankfully neither Gonville nor the soldiers with him had noticed Arthur, and they went on their way, headed, presumably, to the Governor's quarters.

As he relaxed, Arthur turned and gasped as he saw what this room actually contained. The writing desk was soaked in dried blood. The source of the bloodletting was a body lying on the floor. It wore a British captain's uniform, but Arthur was unable to tell who it was, because its head was gone. Also, he noticed, the fingers had been cut off. Arthur shuddered.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw two more corpses. A soldier even younger than Wellington was sitting in the corner, throat cut; a young woman in a maid's outfit, bayoneted, lay across his lap. Gonville concluded that they had walked in on the officer's decapitation and paid with their lives. He sighed. But luck was with him. The Thuggee, in their haste and zeal, had not disarmed either the officer or the soldier. The captain's sidearm was still holstered, and the soldier's rifle was propped against the wall next to him and the maid.

Arthur relived both corpses of their weapons and checked them. Good. Loaded. He stuffed the revolver in the waistline of his trousers and slung the rifle over one shoulder. Certain now of the coast being clear, he stepped back out into the hallway and jogged along the column-lined corridor which led to the sitting room.

Then he stopped. He didn't know where the Prince was. But he knew where his uncle was. Three soldiers might be more than Private Wellington could handle. After a moment's hesitation, Arthur spun and ran off in the direction Gonville and his escort went.

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Meanwhile, on the other side of the house, Private Wellington found the Governor's ground level bedroom empty. But he heard footsteps approaching, so he ducked behind the open door. In walked two of his fellow soldiers, followed by Governor Henderson. He hesitated. He didn't want to hurt his comrades, much less kill them, but at the moment surprise was his only advantage. The second they noticed him, they'd kill him. So he lunged forwards.

But his hesitation allowed the furthest soldier to turn and see him. This soldier shouted an alarm, which made both Gonville and the second soldier begin to turn. The soldier never completed his turn. He cried out as Wellington's bayonet pierced his back, and as Wellington extracted the weapon, the other soldier fell forwards, dead. He whirled to face the other two. The first soldier was going for a holstered revolver. Bringing his rifle up, Wellington fired. The soldier fell.

Then suddenly a third soldier jumped in and grabbed the rifle. He and Wellington struggled for it. Gonville simply stood there, watching blankly. The two uniformed figures fought violently over the gun, falling to the floor. The brainwashed soldier was older and stronger, though, and ultimately managed to wrench the gun away from Wellington. However as he stood and brought the rifle to bear, Arthur O'Toole appeared in the doorway, revolver up, and fired.

The third soldier, hit in the spine, squealed and fell facedown on the floor. Wellington blinked.

"Told you I'd get a weapon," Arthur said with a smirk.

Gonville Henderson shrieked like a wild animal. Arthur turned to see the blonde-haired squirrel leaping at him. He tackled his nephew to the floor and wrestled with him. The revolver went spinning away. Wellington retrieved his rifle and aimed it at the Governor.

"No!" shouted Arthur. "No, don't!" Wellington lowered the gun reluctantly.

Arthur fought with his uncle. Being several years his junior, he was far stronger than the squirrel and folled over, pinning Gonville to the floor. He struggled fiercely, spitting and snarling. But Arthur held him fast. Now that he had his uncle subdued, releasing him from the Thuggee's hold was going to be uncomplicated, but tricky. And he'd need Wellington's help.

"Private, do you remember how I brought you around?" he asked.

"Well..." Wellington said, looking suddenly sheepish.

"Come here and help me stand him up and get him up on the bed," Arthur said.

Wellington came over and together they lifted the squirrel up and, stepping over the bodies of the soldiers, carried him to the bed. Telling Wellington to hold Gonville firmly under his arms, Arthur grabbed the front of his uncle's pants. Immediately, Gonville's green-colored eyes went wide and he ceased struggling.

"Yes, Uncle," Arthur said softly. "It's me, Arthur! Your nephew, remember?"

"I..." Gonville muttered, trailing off.

Leaning in, Arthur put his lips to Gonville's. The fact this was his uncle by marriage did not bother him in the slightest. He kissed him as deep and pure as any lover. To his immense relief, Gonville responded by kissing back lustily. Private Wellington looked mildly disgusted, but, having experienced Arthur's "remedy" himself, knew this was necessary.

Slowly the kiss broke. Arthur stroked his uncle's face and undid his trousers, pulling them down to reveal that Gonville wasn't wearing any underwear. Apparently he'd recently been naked and had thrown pants and boots on without underwear. His erection stood stiff and purple. Arthur licked his lips. Uncle Gonville was actually quite prodigous for an older man. Then, turning serious, he looked up and focused his piercing hypnotist's gaze into the squirrel's green eyes.

"Look deep into my eyes, Uncle," he said, repeating what he'd said to Wellington before. "Look deep, and know only my voice. I want you to fight it. Fight the hold that the krait has over you. Think only of me, and what I'm doing right now."

He slid down Gonville's body and sank to his knees. The Governor's cock bobbed softly before his face. Slowly he opened wide and took his uncle into his mouth. Gonville moaned and writhed in Private Wellington's grip. Wellington sighed and looked up at the ceiling, averting his eyes. Arthur chuckled softly, and then the raccoon-badger began administering a gentle blowjob to his uncle.

It went smoothly. Gonville bucked his hips into his nephew's mouth and moaned deeply with pleasure. Finally he came, shooting ropes of thick cum into Arthur's mouth. The raccoon-badger pulled off the spent but still-erect penis and sealed his lips, feeling the cum swish in his mouth. Then he stood, his face to Gonville's. Slowly, their lips met again, and Gonville's own semen flooded his maw. Using his tongue Arthur shared his uncle's load with him, then slowly pulled back, rivulets of cum dribbling from both their mouths.

Arthur wiped his mouth clean with his back of his hand and said, "Know only my voice. Know only what I did to you. You liked this, don't you?"

"Yes," moaned Gonville, hanging limply in Wellington's grip.

"This is much better than what the Thuggee did to you, isn't it?" Arthur asked.

Slowly Wellington released the Governor and Gonville sank to his knees before his nephew. "Y--Yes," he said.

"Then when I am finished, when I snap my fingers, you will come out from under his command, and under mine."

Slowly he raised his hand, and snapped his fingers once. For a moment nothing happened. Then he slowly raised his head. Even as Arthur watched, the green color vanished from the squirrel's eyes.

"Now then, when I snap my fingers a second time, you will come out of your hypnotic state and be yourself again."

He snapped. Gonville suddenly shook his head groggily and looked up, blinking. Even as Arthur watched, the green color vanished from the squirrel's eyes. Gonville stared up at his nephew in confusion.

"A--Arthur...?"

"Uncle! You're all right!" Arthur said, grinning. He and Wellington helped Gonville stand and Arthur embraced his uncle tightly.

"Wh--What happened...?" Gonville said. He blinked and looked down at the dead soldiers on the floor and then also took note of the fact his pants were down and he was sporting a softening arousal. "Good God in heaven, what happened?! Why are my guards dead, and why are my pants down, and...what is this bizarre taste in my mouth..?"

Arthur couldn't help himself and began laughing. He laughed despite the fact the greatest test was still to come, and that even though he had his uncle back, his beloved Prince Ganesh was still somewhere else in the house, in the clutches of the most evil and powerful hypnotist Arthur had ever heard of...

To Be Continued...