Trespassers Will Be... Enthralled
This is my entry for Zsisron's hypno story contest. :3 If you want to know more, head on over to his page here: http://www.furaffinity.net/user/zsisron
Sorry, I'd link to his SF account but I'm relatively sure he pays more attention to his FA, so that's the best way of doing this.
Anyways, onto the story!
I've never told anyone exactly how it happened. How my life changed in the blink of an eye. How I walked into that temple as a wolf and emerged... something far, far greater. Indeed, most of the time I am in no state of mind to properly recount my story; the need, the desire, the drive to pass on my "gift" to others consuming my every thought... like a deep, all-encompassing hunger that cannot be abated unless... well, I suppose I'll get to that part.
This rare moment of clarity, typically found right after a successful "hunt", rarely lasts long enough to recount those events which led to the beginning of my new life... but I've been wanting to tell for so long. I need someone else to know. That lucky "someone" is you, it would seem. So please... make yourself comfortable and listen? I promise you will enjoy the story, just as I quickly learned to enjoy it, too.
They called it the "Temple of the Last Alchemist". It was the only surviving part of the ruins in northern Sevarra, home of the supposed alchemists and sages of the ancient world who held knowledge and power over the physical and metaphysical. It had taken us years to procure digging rights in the region, and we were all very excited to finally get things moving.
Most of the initial finds were typical of the region; vials of dried up compounds, various reagents kept in remarkably weatherproof jars, reliquaries stocked with time-worn pieces of history. Nothing we hadn't seen before, of course, but the museums would pay us handsomely for more trinkets to display, and historians would love to get their hands on the things preserved in those jars.
The real prize to be found in this ancient place wasn't physical. We were not looking for relics or potions or pottery shards. Never had we set out with doodads and spearheads on the mind. No, the prize we sought was knowledge. Answers! Any historian who had the privilege of walking in the lands of the alchemists could tell you of their years of conflict with the barbarians to the north. Vast battlefields had been discovered and picked clean of their treasures; weapons, armor, arrowheads and various alchemical residue that had managed to weather the ages, albeit in very small amounts.
However, history could not solve the mystery of the destruction of the alchemists' home, the sacking of the Temple. No texts were written of victory or defeat on either side, and yet both civilizations were quickly and efficiently wiped out in what historians believe to have been a very short time. No evidence of looting or damage from weapons could be found in the structure that was deemed the final bastion of the alchemists. What exactly had happened to this great culture and their barbaric antagonists?
The truth, it turned out, would blow my mind... literally. The others had retired for the evening, setting up their tents and their campfires, settling down to sleep and go over last bits of data after a long day of gathering, measuring and inferring. I was too restless to sleep, far too excited by our discoveries and the mystery behind the disappearance of the greatest power in the ancient eastern world. I had wandered into the inner sanctum of the temple, tying my rope reel to the outside so I wouldn't get lost. The ancient lettering lining the walls was beautiful... so distracting in its complexity that I must have taken an odd turn, as I wound up in a room that none of us had reported in our findings for the day.
It was a large, circular chamber. The scent of burnt carbon still lingered after hundreds of years. There was another odd scent along with it, but I couldn't quite place it. It smelled almost... artificial. Manufactured, perhaps? Dark red runes surrounded the circular pit in the center of the room, and upon lighting my lamp, I discovered the source of that second, sense-assaulting scent.
A pool of this black... stuff (I had no idea what it could be at the time) sat in the middle of the room. It was most certainly what was giving off that odor, I learned as I approached to examine it. It looked to be a liquid of sorts, as it reflected the light from my lamp, but it was mirror-smooth. I could see my reflection in its pitch-black depths. In my unyielding curiosity I decided to toss a pebble inside, just to see what sort of fluid I was dealing with.
To my surprise, the thing... jiggled. The pebble bounced twice before sinking into the substance. Some sort of semisolid compound, perhaps, with a variable viscosity depending on the amount of force applied to it? I was no physicist, but I had heard of these odd fluids before. None had been quite so sensitive, though. I hadn't thrown the pebble very hard or very far in. It was a remarkable find, and I just had to take a sample for the chemist we'd brought along with us!
"Alchemical reagents, my foot." I'd said as I produced a large vial from my belt, "Whatever this stuff is could very well be the next big industrial product."
I went to dip the vial into the thick goop, and then... it happened. The entire pool began to jiggle as it had when I threw in the pebble, and it pulled the vial right out of my hand. I stumbled backward just in time to avoid getting splashed as the strange liquid began to churn and boil. What had I done to disturb it? Was it reacting to some chemical in the vial? Perhaps it was just extremely volatile and I'd given it just enough force to set it off? I had little time to ask questions. The liquid was preparing to answer them all for me.
What I saw defied my perception of all the laws of physics. Seemingly without any catalyst, the substance began to rise out of the pool. Yes, I said "rise". Not simply overflow or bubble out. It was literally moving up into the air, starting with a thin tendril from the center that began to draw more of the stuff up its stalk, thickening with every passing moment. I could only watch with terrified curiosity as it seemed to shape itself, as if alive, into a long, winding form. A pointed head formed, like that of a snake, followed by a sinuous serpentine body that gradually thinned out toward the bottom until it ended in a reptilian tail. Two huge black eyes, distinguishable only by their faint glow in my lamplight, fixated themselves upon my cowering form. Mere moments after the substance had begun to thrash about in its enclosure, I was staring up at a large black snake.
My body screamed for me to run, to get out before this... thing ate me, but my legs wouldn't move. They trembled violently, my body seizing up at the worst possible time. I could only stare as it leaned closer, a large black tongue flicking out from its newly-formed mouth and brushing over my furry cheek. Tasting me, no doubt. Seeing if I'd be fit for a quick snack.
However, the big serpent did not lunge forward as I had expected it to. It merely sat there, its huge head hovering before me, staring with those huge, black eyes. My body suddenly regained its ability to move, and I could have (and should have) taken the opportunity to run... but I didn't. I was compelled to stay, compelled by my curiosity to reach out and touch this amazing... thing!
So I did. I brushed my hand against its big snout and found that this stuff had the smoothness of vinyl or latex. The snake didn't seem to mind my prodding, leaning its head closer and allowing me to further explore its form. I slowly got to my feet, shakily moving along the serpent's long, winding body. It was smooth and scaly like any other snake, but indeed felt like it was made entirely of latex. I'd never heard of latex being so reactive, but once again, I was no chemist or a physicist... and I was clearly dealing with some ancient alchemic creation.
In my distracted astonishment, I hadn't noticed that my hand had begun to sink into the serpent's body as I leaned against it. I quickly pulled away, the "latex" (as I learned to call it) sticking to my hand and... crawling around along my fur! I panicked, trying to shake the stuff away, fearing that it might try and eat away at my hand. It wouldn't come off. I shouted, trying to rip the latex coating away with my other hand, but that only helped to spread the contamination. The latex spread itself across my fur, covering as much as it could with the little bit that had gotten on me, then finally stopped when it stretched itself thin. My right arm was encased just below my elbow, my left only up to my wrist. It must have been amazing to watch, but my mind was far from the scientific wonder of the process. I wanted that stuff off, and I wanted it off right then and there. I pulled and tugged at the latex covering my fur, and I cried out in surprise when I realized...
It... hurt. It hurt to try and pull it away! Was it just stuck to my fur? I scratched at the stuff and winced. Not only was it remarkably strong, but scratching it hurt, too. It had somehow linked itself with my nerves!
Panic took hold of me again. I went for the door, but the serpent's thick tail slid forward and blocked my path. Its head loomed over me as its large body began to circle itself around me, trapping me in a small circular enclosure. I stared up at its head, those dark eyes appraising me... watching me. Somehow I could sense a faint sign of intelligence within the snake's gaze, like it knew exactly why I was afraid. Like it had planned for this. Its eyes seemed to flash, and I gasped in surprise as a sensation took hold of my latex-covered arm and hand. They tingled and... tickled? Not quite. It wasn't frantic or unpleasant-- in fact, it was quite the opposite. It was actually quite soothing. My minor case of carpel tunnel from typing and writing for long hours seemed to melt away instantly as this sensation overtook me. Perhaps this latex covering wasn't so bad after all?
The serpent apparently sensed my thought and pressed its thick body against my back. I could feel more of the latex begin to creep onto me, and I quickly pulled away, not giving it a chance to stick. Pleasant or not, I didn't want to be covered in the stuff. The snake was quite insistent, however, and tried again to ensnare me with the smooth substance. Once again I resisted, pulling away and throwing off my shirt when I felt a bit of the stuff crawling around on it.
"Let me go!" I cried out angrily, hoping to maybe rouse my colleagues from sleep. No one could have possibly heard me all the way in here, though.
The serpent seemed to recognize my discomfort. It pulled its head back and spread its body out a little bit, giving me more room to move around. Not much more, mind you, but it was better than feeling like I was about to be crushed. I was just beginning to feel a little more comfortable when the snake's head poised itself like that of a cobra watching a snake charmer... except it was looking straight down at me.
I gasped out in surprise as its eyes, those seemingly bottomless black gems, began to bloom with all the colors of the rainbow. A kaleidoscopic display began before my eyes, and I was... captivated. Those huge black eyes had turned themselves into twin screens of color, like the surface of a bubble or... no, not quite like that, but similar. They flowed outward from the center of each eye, like... yes, like ink. That's what it reminded me of. Each beautiful color was quickly pushed aside by a more lovely, more vivid one, blossoming like flowers each time and completely capturing my gaze. I simply couldn't look away, and the serpent knew it.
I don't know exactly when I'd sank to my knees. Everything seemed to blur around those eyes, which only grew more distinct, more clear, more pronounced the longer I stared into them and watched the flowing colors. The tingling sensation in the back of my mind kept me from asking questions about my posture, and indeed was blocking a great amount of thoughts from ever reaching consciousness. Whatever this snake was doing to me, it had me completely helpless... but it didn't act. Not yet. I imagine it was enjoying this far too much to capture me in its latex too quickly.
Its head leaned forward, bringing those colors closer to my eyes, eager to take in more of the hypnotic display. The serpent began to sway slowly, and my gaze gladly followed it. This seductive dance quickly found its way into my own body, and I was soon swaying along with it.
Left...
Right...
Left...
Right...
This way...
That way...
Completely...
Enthralled...
I became vaguely aware that my mouth had been hanging open, but for how long I could not say. The tingling had begun to spread outward from that spot in the back, making me feel lazy... dizzy... sleepy, almost, though I didn't want to sleep. I wanted to keep my eyes open, to watch more of those colors flow out from the endless depths of the serpent's eyes, to sway back and forth and dance with my mysterious captor.
I felt the tingling in my hands again, and I knew, somewhere in the back of my fogged up head, that the snake was influencing the latex covering them. It was using some kind of psychic connection to it to stimulate my nerves and show me just how good it would feel to...
My mind resisted the rest of that thought somehow. I was still aware. In some secluded part of my mind, I still fought for control. The patterns in my serpentine captor's eyes changed every few minutes, each one making that tingle flow deeper into my mind, as if it was tuning itself to every part of my brain and subduing each section individually. It was obvious that my resistance had come from an as of yet unaffected part of my mind, and the snake was working patiently to discover and snuff out that defiance with its enthralling gaze.
I once again felt the snake's body press against my back, and this time I could not move to resist it. Latex began to creep out onto my body and stretch itself across the bare fur of my back. Immediately my skin (or was it the latex?) began to tingle, mirroring the sensation in my arms, and I moaned out in surprise and pleasure. My back arched, pulling away from the snake unconsciously, and I fell onto my back, caught by the snake's tail before my head could hit the floor. It set me down, withdrew, and continued to mesmerize me with its eyes. The tingling along my back made me squirm and writhe along the floor. It felt so good...
So good to stare.
So nice to stare.
So wonderful to feel the Master's gift.
So good to embrace the Master's form.
So good to be...
Once again I resisted... but it was harder this time. Harder to drown out the... voice. Yes, it was a voice, wasn't it? I hadn't been aware of it until now, but the serpent had been speaking to me all this time. What I had thought to have been my own submitting thoughts had been the voice of that seductive snake.
No, not quite. It hadn't only been that. The thoughts were mine, but at the same time they were not. They were the voice and my thoughts combined. More accurately, they were the thoughts the voice commanded me to think.
The patterns in the serpent's eyes changed again, and I felt those resisting thoughts begin to fade. It had found the part of my mind that harbored the last bastion of free will I possessed, mesmerizing it away like it had done with the rest of my thoughts. The colors now flowed in a classic spiral pattern similar to what cartoon hypnotists would use to entrance their unsuspecting subjects. It was surprisingly effective at drawing me in, pulling my eyes to the center of the serpent's gaze and holding me there, pinning me without ever touching me, commanding me with its soft, hissing voice.
"You cannot resissst me."
It was true. I couldn't, and the more I stared into its swirling eyes, the less I wanted to try and preserve that fleeting thought of resistance.
"You will sssuccumb to my powerful will."
Another undeniable truth. I was succumbing. I was submitting... and I was liking it.
"I will show you pleasures your waking mind could never fathom." its long tongue brushed over my chest, leaving a powerful shock of pleasure in its wake, making me moan and whimper. "You need only to submit your mind and body to me."
"Yes..." I whispered the word, staring up into Master's... I mean the serpent's powerful gaze. I could say nothing further. My mind was an empty void of hypnotic colors and hissed commands keeping me in line.
The snake's body began to shift. Its powerful tail pushed me upright, then began to coil around my body. I must have looked like its prey, caught in a crushing vice, ready to be devoured for sustenance, except this serpent needed no such thing that I was aware of. It wanted me for a different purpose.
I felt its latex body morph around my legs, tugging my pants tightly and ripping them, doing the same to my underwear shortly after. My cock was so hard, and I hadn't even noticed that I was aroused until I felt the snake's smooth scales brush against my groin. A loud moan escaped my lips. It liked that, I think. It began to squeeze and grind its coils against my body, bringing further cries of pleasure from my throat. The latex "skin" on my back and arms tingled more intensely, aiding in the seductive serpent's ministrations, its enslaving gaze kept trained on my worshiping eyes all the while.
"Bask in me." its voice hissed out once more, the colorful patterns changing once more. This time the colors flowed inward, reversing the direction they'd been taking for the duration of my enslavement. I could feel things being tugged from my mind; thoughts, memories, ideas, sensations. They weren't leaving my mind, but I knew they were being absorbed... read... examined. It was reading my mind.
"You are enjoying this." it said, though looking back, I doubt it needed to read my mind to know this. Once again the swirling colors changed direction, flowing outward as they had originally. This time I felt things flowing into me. I can't say exactly what they were, but I know they changed a great many things about me.
The serpent's coils continued to squeeze around my crotch, and I was all too happy to give it the reaction it desired. My cock was dripping, soaking my captor's soft scales with pre, lubricating them so that they could slide against my shaft so much easier. The pleasure was too much. I had to cum. Had to... cum...
I couldn't. I knew I'd long since passed the point of no return, and I felt the buildup of pressure in my loins... but no orgasm came. It was like my body had forgotten how to cum. I strained to remember, tried to force it, but the snake's gaze kept my mind foggy and empty. I was an empty shell, completely at the mercy of the hypnotic power of this amazing creature.
"Do you wish to release?" it asked me plainly.
"Yes..." I surprised myself with how calm my voice was. I was still so relaxed by its hypnosis...
"Submit yourself to me entirely then. Accept me as your Master, as your new thoughts command."
It had been trying to nudge that thought into my mind for a while, come to think of it, and I had slipped a few times... but a tiny bit of resistance still clung to my feeble mind. A tiny bit that would be surrendered in return for an explosive orgasm.
Master knew when I'd agreed and submitted. He knew, and he rewarded me kindly. His eyes changed just slightly, and my body suddenly remembered. I lost all control, thrashing and writhing in Master's coils as I came. His latex form absorbed my seed, and his eyes told me he was pleased. Still I came, more than I ever had in the past, bucking my hips until nothing further was expelled from my needy dick. I nearly passed out from the ordeal.
"Good." Master rewarded me with a new pattern of swirls: another spiral, similar to the other... but this one was different. So long as I allowed my eyes to drift to the centers of each spiral, my mind and body were assaulted with a tingling pleasure like the one I felt on my latex-covered back and arms.
"This pleasure will be all yours to experience, slave... and indeed, it will be all yours to give."
I didn't quite understand what Master meant at the time, but it was irrelevant. Understanding was irrelevant. All that mattered was obedience and pleasure, and pleasure in obedience. These things, Master's eyes told me, and so much more. I felt Master's body shifting again, and the latex began to flow over my coiled body. It didn't stop this time, nor did I want it to. It flowed over my shoulders, joining the "skin" already formed on my back and my arms. It slithered down over my hips, my buttocks and around my cock, tingling all the way and tightening itself to my body. It moved down over my thighs, my knees, my legs and feet, and up over my neck, my face, my ears, until I was completely covered in a thin layer of latex. My new skin sprung to life, linking with my nerves, and Master squeezed his coils around me. I had a second orgasm right then and there.
"Your transformation has only just begun, slave." Master explained, and I could hear his latex form liquefying down below. A tendril formed from his tail and slithered into the pool from whence he came. The runes on the floor surrounding the pool glowed, bathing the room in a dark red light, and more of the thick black goo began to flow into the center of the room. Master's body began to absorb the stuff, and he soon made it apparent why.
I was released. Slowly I was allowed to slide down to my knees, every movement threatening to make me cum again. My new nerves were so sensitive... so wonderful. The latex flattened my fur against my body, but it could still breathe. In fact, I was still breathing as well, just as easily as I would have any day prior. A curious little tidbit that I would soon lose interest in as Master formed new tendrils and sent them toward my waiting, willing form. They slithered around my body, exciting my new nerves and bringing delighted moans from my throat. One coiled around my cock and squeezed, and I came a third time.
My mind was swimming in hormones, and I was sure I might lose consciousness soon, but Master's unbending will forced me to remain awake. His eyes still held mine, even as his tendrils began to flow into my latex skin, merging with it, feeding it and thickening it. I had no idea what he was doing to me, but I didn't care. Every pump, every push, every movement of those tentacles as they merged with my new skin, sent another powerful shock of pleasure throughout my body. I can't honestly remember how many times I came during that time, but I do know that each orgasm fed Master more of my essence. More of my energy.
My skin continued to thicken, forming in layers around me, darkening as each layer stacked upon the last. More tendrils emerged from Master and fed my new form as it grew larger and thicker. Soon my arms and legs were covered in so much of the stuff that they linked together, and I must have looked less like a person and more like a big blob of goop. Master still wasn't finished, and I would be patient and wait for him to complete my transformation.
Once the latex over my face became too thick for me to see Master's eyes, the layers in front of me blossomed to life with color, swirling just as those serpentine eyes once had, keeping me compliant and mesmerized as I felt my form growing and elongating. I became vaguely aware of my body gaining length as opposed to girth at one point. Apparently Master was satisfied with my thickness, and was now working toward another end. The swirls before my eyes commanded me to focus on something; a shape. It was blurry at first, but a picture soon formed in my mind: a serpentine head just like Master's. I felt my form change around me, and was rewarded with more pleasure. Master was teaching me how to change... just like him.
My form continued to lengthen, and the colors and Master's voice, still as clear as day in my ears, taught me how to control the latex being fed into my new body. It came so naturally to me. I would have been surprised, had I still possessed the capacity. I began experimenting with my nerves-- carefully, of course, so as not to interrupt Master-- and moved my... tail. I had a tail. A long, thick tail just like Master's. It filled me with delight to realize that Master was shaping me in his image, and this thought was once again rewarded. I tried to speak, but no words would come. Not from my lupine muzzle.
"Speak from your true mouth, slave." Master's voice echoed in my mind.
"M... Ma... Massster..." my voice was... unfamiliar. It was deep and loud, just like Master's was. For a moment I was scared, but the swirling colors reassured me that I would get used to it.
For several hours I practiced moving my still-forming body. Master continued to shape and lengthen my tail, sculpting it to perfection, delicately forming each scale and imprinting a beautiful self-image within my mind. It was rapturous, this feeling of rebirth, seeing my wonderful serpentine self in my head. Master then blessed me with the power to shape that image in any way I desired, and I knew exactly what my form was lacking. No, not lacking, as that would have been an insult to Master's art. My form was missing some personal flair, though, and Master agreed with enthusiasm. I concentrated, pulling the latex around my head outward and thinning it until a large, somewhat translucent hood was formed around it. A cobra's hood. Master praised me with so much pleasure that my new muscles rippled, my scales tingled, and I began to curl into myself in ecstasy. Master didn't mind. He continued his work without pause.
It took some time for me to become used to such pleasure. My orgasms as a wolf had been intense, but nothing compared to this full-body experience that Master could trigger with a mere thought or a specific pattern of colors in front of my eyes. Of course, he gave me plenty of it so that I could build up my tolerance, not so that the pleasure itself would lessen, but so I could control my movements when I would inevitably bring this sensation upon myself. Master explained that enthralling me and using his eyes, his colors, his mind to feed on my own orgasmic sensations was the key to him receiving such ecstasy, and that I would learn to feed in such ways as well.
After many hours filled with orgasmic bliss, Master's tendrils finally withdrew, the latex pool in the center of the room dry once again. My transformation was complete, and I could not be happier. My lupine form within my serpentine head became more of a brain than a body, and I could see through two large eyes resembling those that Master possessed. The swirling colors were gone from my vision, but I could see them clear as ever in my mind. I rose up onto my scaly body for the first time, and a sense of scale and power overtook my mind. I was so very tall... and so very strong. The temple, once huge and imposing, was now quite plain to me, and perhaps even a little constraining.
Master slithered forward and hissed softly to me, gaining my attention once more and locking eyes with me, overpowering my will with his swirling gaze once more, "Do you like your new form, slave?"
"Oh yesss Massster." I hissed in response, my body going limp and hanging on what little strength I could muster while under his power, "Master I love it... Thank you..."
"Good." he said, once again filling me with pleasure, seeming to grin as I writhed along the floor of the temple, "Now, my slave, you will sit through one final session of learning with me. I will teach you how to enthrall the weak-minded. You will become powerful, mesmerizing and enthralling, just like me."
I was thrilled to be taught how to bring such pleasure to others and to feed off of their sensation, but... a question came to mind that I simply could not afford not to voice, "Master... Will I experience the bliss of being your mindless thrall again?"
Another implied grin crossed his serpentine features, and his eyes began to glow and swirl more brightly, more powerfully than I had seen yet, his deep, seductive voice hissing into my mind, "Yesss..."
Master's voice flooded my mind, imprinting things onto me that would become an integral part of my new personality. His body twisted and writhed around mine, our serpentine forms tangled in a beautiful knot as we... I can't even tell you if it was sex or lovemaking or anything of the sort. It felt so... immaculate. Even though it must have been so dirty, I'd never felt so pure in my life.
Master's voice and eyes instructed me as we writhed and twisted around each other's bodies, showing me how to ensnare the minds of legged creatures with soft wills and easily-caught gazes. It reminded me of how I had been merely hours earlier... Weak, tiny and fragile. Cursed to walk the land without Master's gift. He taught me how to use what he had given me, so that I could spread my own gift onto others and bring them closer to perfection. He showed me how certain patterns of color affected different parts of the mind. He showed me how to feed on others' pleasure, how to push thoughts into their minds, how to manipulate their wants and desires to further encourage their submission. All this he taught me while he flooded my own mind with pleasure and fed from me, our moans merely gentle hisses in the silence of the temple. No sound could truly do these new sensations justice, and I knew Master felt the same. Our minds were individual but linked all the same, his eyes pushing knowledge into me, flooding me with his irresistible will and pleasure.
His eyes suddenly flashed as he finished up his "lesson", and all at once our pleasure hit its apex. If this form could cum, this was it. My form loosened a little, and I fought to hold myself together. It was like liquid pleasure had been injected straight into my heart and flowed through my new body's nonexistent veins. My lupine form within my head writhed and squirmed in ecstasy, but that pleasure seemed so... trivial, compared to what I was feeling now.
Master's eyes slowly returned to normal, and I could feel my mind becoming my own once again. Well, as "my own" as it could be now. I belonged to Master, hypnotized or not. Our bodies untangled and we sat upon our beautiful scaly coils once again, and Master's snout brushed against mine almost... affectionately.
"Rest now, slave." he said, returning to the center of the room and allowing his body to slowly liquefy and become the latex pool I had encountered him as, "You must give my lessons time to sink in and become accustomed to your new form. I'd advise you to refrain from changing until your new self-image solidifies in your mind."
It was all a little overwhelming. Master was right, of course. I did need to rest. The whole ordeal hadn't seemed exhausting at the time, but now it seemed to all catch up to me at once, and I found myself curling up into myself to sleep... or at least do this new form's equivalent of sleeping.
I don't know how long I slept, but I awoke feeling like a new man... partly because I was, in most every sense. Master had reformed himself by the time I'd awoken, and apparently he'd been sneaking around at night and noticed the rest of the archaeologists wandering around, prodding the ruins for secrets.
"They'll make the perfect test for you, slave." he said, grinning that grin of his and looking toward the door, "There are two of them in the temple right now. The rest are outside and will unlikely be able to come to hear these two, should they get the chance to cry for help. Of course, if you want to impress me, you'll ensnare them before they get that chance. Right?"
"Of course, Master." I was eager to please him, of course. My old colleagues would embrace Master's gift. No... my gift. The power was mine now, and it was my responsibility to share it.
I slithered out of the chamber, folding my thin hood against my head for now. My newly-discovered senses had fully awoken now; I could feel vibrations in the floor and pick up the faintest scent with my tongue. I could even hear my two colleagues as they discussed their findings for the day so far. They had no idea what real treasure was, and it was time for me to show them personally.
I felt the vibrations of their footsteps separate. They'd come to a cross or a fork and headed out separately. This would work out in my favor, of course, but a part of me was disappointed. I'd wanted to impress Master by enthralling them both. I pushed aside my desire to show off for now and followed the closest vibration to my first prey.
He was a fox, and a handsome one at that. I'd never found males particularly attractive before, but now everyone, regardless of what was between their legs, just seemed so... lovely in my mind. This foxy would make a perfect first timer.
I slithered up behind him, perfectly silent despite my huge, imposing form, and unfolded my hood. The fox-- Ezra, if I remember his name right-- was too engrossed in some façade he'd discovered, making notes and trying to sketch out the design. I took the opportunity to get into position, spreading out my large body and filling the corridor, cutting off the way out of the temple. There was still an easy escape off to his side, but he'd never make it there, of that I was confident.
He must have heard me shuffling about, calling out behind him without turning, "Layla, that you?"
He turned when he didn't get an answer, then quickly stumbled back against the wall. His screams caught in his throat, his legs unable to obey his mind's commands, just flailing and kicking frantically. I didn't want to see my colleague terrified like this, of course. My goal was to bring pleasure, not terror.
I focused on the swirling colors in my mind, but instead of falling into them myself, I pictured them flowing through my eyes... and I could see them again. A thin layer of mesmerizing colors appeared before me, and I could see their faint glow on the temple walls. Ezra's frantic attempt to escape subsided gradually, his kicks slowing to a halt, eyes widening and gazing up at me with the expression I'd surely possessed when Master had enthralled me.
It was exhilarating to see him lose himself to my gaze, and I could already feel a faint amount of disjointed will in his mind-- undoubtedly what Master fed on, and what I would learn to feed upon as well. I decided to wait until more built up, continuing to mesmerize him for now, swaying my head back and forth just as Master had done. Surely enough, Ezra's head began to turn, then rock back and forth to follow the swirling colors in my eyes. Soon his whole body was swaying in tune with me, the fox helpless before my superior willpower.
"Just relax." I hissed to him, a shiver of pleasure creeping over my body as I heard him slur a confused "yesss". He wasn't very deep yet, and his mind was still resisting... but he wanted to relax. I could see it in his loosening expression. He was succumbing very quickly.
I experimented with a few of the different color patterns Master had shown me, toying with my first prey's mind without care, using patterns that brought irresistible pleasure and then taking it away moments later, commanding him to beg for more of it... and beg, he did. It was so empowering, so wonderful to see him so... subservient so early in his trance. I guess it was true, what they said about foxes.
My little session would be interrupted, however, by a high-pitched scream. Layla, my other colleague, stood in the corridor off to the right, staring in horror at my imposing form as I towered over her friend. She was a beautiful young lizard, probably just out of college. I was quite fond of her in my previous life, but I'd never acted upon such things. I had been a man of science, not some skirt-chaser looking for a quick romp.
Now, of course, I was something far different. It was no longer my job to collect artifacts and read maps. No, now I had a far more important purpose... and Layla was next on my list of those who I'd give my gift to. I turned my mesmerizing gaze in her direction and changed the color patterns to one that directly stimulated her pleasure centers. She let out a loud gasp and collapsed to her knees, moaning out in both surprise and pleasure as my mesmerizing gaze flooded her with arousal. Just as with Ezra, it didn't take very long to have her helplessly glued to my gaze, and I used my long tail to push the two together so that I could hypnotize them both.
My swaying began once more, and the two archaeologists could do little but sway in tune with me, their glazed over expressions filling me with glee. I had total control over their minds, and they were helpless before my every desire. I just had to toy with them... had to touch, to tease, to pleasure my two helpless thralls.
My tail slithered around the two and pressed against their backs. I focused on liquefying the outer layer of latex, letting it crawl over their clothing and get a good grip, then solidified it once more and gave a good tug. Both their clothes came off in one quick, easy pull, and I was left with two naked and heavily aroused slaves.
"You're both such good little mindless toys." I praised them, flooding their minds with pleasure as Master had done to me many times during my conversion. The fox and lizard squirmed and writhed against my scaly tail, moaning and whimpering helplessly, little puddles of precum and female juices pooling on the floor below them. I gloated over my victory by having them touch themselves and each other, hands and paws groping, caressing, stroking, rubbing over fur and scales and flesh, their eyes never leaving mine as I fed off of their pleasure and broken wills.
Ezra was the first to reach orgasm, but I didn't let him cum. I wanted Layla to be ready as well, and I was going to use the same trick Master had. I sprouted a couple of tendrils from my tail and let them slither over my slaves' nether regions, wrapping one around Ezra's cock and pushing the other into Layla's tight cunt. The fox was already on the edge with nowhere to go, but Layla needed a little help... so I really let her have it. I pushed and pumped that tendril in and out of her, listening to her ecstatic cries as the thick tentacle penetrated her over and over again, pushing her closer to orgasm with each thrust. Their minds were ripe with energy for me to feed upon, and I greedily ate it all up with my psychic influence.
Finally I felt Layla hanging on the edge of climax, and I withdrew my tendrils from the two desperate slaves' groins.
"Do you want to cum, slaves?"
"Yes..." they answered, "Oooh yes please..."
"If you want to cum, you must give into me completely. You must embrace me as your Master and obey me forevermore. Submit, and this pleasure and so much more can be yours for all eternity."
Without even a moment of thought, the two agreed. I didn't even need to hear them say it; I felt the final bit of resistance within their minds disintegrate. They were mine. My eyes swirled into that pleasure-inducing pattern and I unlocked their orgasms, basking in their cries of ecstasy as they came explosively, making sticky, wet messes on the temple floor before them and sinking back against my coils. My new thralls were ready for the first step of their conversion.
I focused on Master's lessons, still fresh in my mind, and allowed the latex touching their fur and scales to liquefy. It was an odd feeling, having control over a form with no muscles or bones, but I soon became accustomed to controlling its movements, having it slowly crawl over my new slaves' bodies and stretch itself thin across them. Both lizard and fox squirmed and whimpered with pleasure, still glued to my enthralling gaze. The swirling colors in my eyes continued to feed their minds pleasure, aided by the linking of their new latex skin to their nerves, showing them new heights of bliss, bringing surprised and ecstatic gasps from their lips. They were as sensitive and susceptible to this pleasure as I had been, and would make for perfect slaves. Perfect, like me... and like Master.
Soon my thralls were covered from head to toe in their new skin, and I wrapped my coils around them to test their nerves. As expected, they began to squirm and writhe against my beautiful scales, and upon squeezing them in my coily grasp, the two reached a powerful, simultaneous orgasm, praising me with their moans and sighs. They were ready.
I brought them back to the inner sanctum where Master resided. He was quite pleased with how quickly I'd enthralled them, and was now set to show me how to convert my slaves into the perfect forms we now possessed. I moved my slaves to the center of the room and extended a tendril into the latex that began to fill the pool.
"Let it join your body, slave. Liquefy that tendril, but not completely. Do not let the new latex merge with you, but use your body as a medium."
I tried my best to follow Master's instructions. The new latex flowed up into my semisolid tendril and into my body. It felt... foreign. Lifeless. It was unpleasant at first, but then I realized that this was how I could track it through my body. Once I got my focus set straight, the unpleasant feeling faded, and I was ready to begin the conversion process. I sprouted several more tentacles and "plugged" them into my slaves' skin, basking in their moans and keeping them nice and still with my eyes. I began to push that lifeless latex into their skin, watching as it reacted to their weakened wills and became one with them, springing to life instantly and stretching across their bodies to form layer after layer of skin.
This process went on for several hours. I patiently sculpted my slaves' new forms, partly from memory of my own conversion, but mostly through Master's coaching. I gradually grew more comfortable with the latex flowing though my body and put a second tendril into the pool. The process was a little too slow with two slaves being changed at the same time. Master approved of my confidence and rewarded me with a short burst of pleasure, refraining from overloading my mind in favor of allowing me to concentrate. I kept my slaves' minds flooded with that irresistible pleasure as I shaped their serpentine bodies.
Soon I was seeing a definite shape to their forms; two perfect snake-like heads and long, scaly bodies. I formed the eyes and mouths, allowing them to speak for the first time since I'd enthralled them.
Layla was the first to speak. She raised her head and hissed softly, having taken to her new form easier than Ezra had, perhaps because she was already reptilian from the start. Her new voice, powerful and seductive, yet still soft and feminine, slid from her lips as she tested her new mouth, "Massster..."
It was Ezra's turn now. He stuttered a bit at first, but soon grasped control over his voice and whispered, "I am... beautiful now... like you, Master."
I felt quite accomplished with my first conversions, and my own Master praised me once more. I would continue to shape and form my two new slaves and prepare them for their new roles in life. For you see, there were still twenty-odd other intruders in the ruins, all of whom would make the perfect serpentine guardians for the Temple of the Last Alchemist...