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The Silver Gambit - Chapter 1
Aquinas Audax

CW: Contains potential light non-con themes.

The auction was an obvious trick, and he should have known. The private investigator, Lawrence Fields, now sat in place, restrained by the thick leather straps across his furred limbs, neck, and even tail. The straps were set to a precise tightness. They were uncomfortable as could be, while being just on the edge of cutting off circulation. Struggling did nothing but painfully dig into the joints. And to think, only a day before he was ‘Fields’, the top PI in the area of illegal drone trading, now strapped down, naked as the day he was born, his kangaroo body left exposed for any who happened to be peering into this room.
The investigator examined the dark room, somewhat amazed that his captor hadn’t taken away his eyesight. Knowing the ghastly ‘lady’ he was after though, it couldn’t be for anything good. The room was barren, completely spotless from top to bottom, the walls and floor glistening with a faint sheen, from what little light could manage to squeeze its way into the room. Directly ahead, he could barely make out what looked like to be a control panel.
‘Figures,’ he thought to himself. ‘Where’d that bitch be without her torture implements?’
Fields took a deep breath through his red tinged snout, as he carefully looked for a weakness in the setup. The last thing he wanted to have to do was endure a session with Lady Silverbury. The last thing he’d do was let that ghoul turn him into yet another one of her many mindless, obedient victims. Recollecting his thoughts, he prepared himself mentally to have to face the worst. For all those still in the Lady’s coil, he had to stay strong, he’d have to resist.
A loud *kachunk* echoed across the room, the lights flashing on with a blinding glow. Fields yelped in pain, as his the lights momentarily scorched his unprepared and unadjusted eyes. His eyelids shuttered rapidly, as he struggled to adjust. Through the blots still left in his vision, he could barely make out the vivid red shape on the other end of the room. As his eyes adjusted, his sight only confirmed his fears. Face to face, he sat staring at the gargantuan red snake, her black slit-eyes piercing his very soul. Lady Silverbury, in the scales.
“The famous Lawrence Fields himself. So kind of you to drop in for a visit,” she taunted, extending the end of her tail, expecting some sort of handshake. “If only you’d let us know you were coming to our club, we’d have booked a much nicer room for you.”
“Cut the shit, Silverbury!” he yelled, his neck grinding against the strap. Before he could even begin to think about his next sentence, he felt a mighty *THWACK* across his face, as the tail ran across his snout.
“That’s LADY Silverbury to you,” she snapped. “And given your predicament, I’d say you’re in no position to argue.”
“I know what you did, Silverbury,” he growled in clear defiance. “I know what you and your husband are doing. You’re not going to get away with it.”
His head purged rightwards, as he felt another mighty smack across the snout. The snake slithered forward, circling the chair, and leant her head right in forward.
“I expected that I’d have a hard time getting you to cooperate, Mr Fields. You should know yourself; from the toughest dragon, to the mightiest tiger, I always find a way to make my property cooperate,” she whispered into his ear.
Fields clenched his teeth, seething in anger.
“Those are innocent people you’re talking about, not some toys for your sick games! You expect me to just kneel down and give up my soul?”
Lady Silverbury gave a slow menacing chuckle.
“Fields, please do understand this for your own good. I don’t expect you to kneel, I will make you. By the time I’m done with you, you’ll be serving my every whim to the letter.”
The smooth, scaly tail wrapped tight around his snout.
“You have no clue how much fun I’m going to have with you. I’m going to savour every solitary moment. And I’m not going to just throw you in with the rest of our stock, you’re too much of a prize for that. You’re going to be mine. You’re going to spend the rest of your days as my property.”
Fields was rearing to yell back at her. Not a chance in hell was he going to let her degrade him like that. The red tail bound his gnashing snout shut, as she just stared mockingly at his impotent rage.
“You are quite the chatterbox, Mr Fields. No matter, I’ve dealt with countless of the types before…”
The tail finally unwrapped his snout, as it instead reached for the control console in front of him. “You won’t break me you absolute slimy cunt, they’ll cut your fucking head off for what you’-” he was interrupted, as a long, black, rubber tube was forcefully shoved into his open maw by a robotic arm. Fields’ body thrashed against the binds, his teeth digging fruitlessly into the clearly cock-shaped gag.
“My my, how uncouth,” she scolded, the end of her tail rubbing against the chest of her victim. “I think that mouth of yours needs a clean.”
Fields turned his head away, as her tail reached up from behind. The tail forcefully pulled his head up and down in a nodding motion, neck grinding against the leather strap. “I glad you agree,” she cackled.
The robotic arm made its descent once more, threading a clear rubber tube through the gag, sat firmly in his mouth. Fields’ eyes darted across the room, desperately struggling to find where the other end of the tube was hooked up to. His eyes tracked the foul snake, as she positioned herself behind her control console.
“I imported some new chemicals, and I’ve just been raring to test them. This seems like a fantastic opportunity, wouldn’t you think?”
Fields just stared back at the snake, eyes already beginning to water. Chemicals? He wasn’t aware of her ever using chemicals in the past. His mind raced around in his skull, desperately trying to prepare, however fruitless. He couldn’t even predict what she had in store for him.
“It’s an extract from a reptilian relative of mine,” she said, her tail adjusting a knob on the console. Fields watched in horror as the tube began to fog up with a pink coloured gas. “It’s typically used for natural domineering of males. Not quite my style, but I couldn’t resist…”
The pink gas flowed through the tube, directly into his mouth. Struggling away, the gas attacked his taste buds with an overwhelming sweetness, before moving on into his lungs. It didn’t take long before he started to feel the strange effects of this poison. His muscles loosened, and his jaw relaxed, as his former aggression began to fade away. Eyelids fluttering, eyes rolling back, mind… calm… it had all hit him at once.
Breaking away from the influence, his muscles tightened back up as he fought against the influence of the toxin.
“I knew it wasn’t going to be so easy…” the snake teased, turning up the knob. “Don’t you worry, my dear, I have plenty to spare.”
Sweet gas invaded his throat with twice the force, lungs desperately trying to cough it out of him, but to no avail. Arousal began to kick in, the gas forcing the tip of his penis to break forth from the sheathe. The potent gas pulled down his eyelids, and once again turned his frantic, aggressive writhing into a calm, submissive stillness. Fields couldn’t deny that this gas felt heavenly to breathe. Grounding himself to the realization as to what would come next should he submit, he fought silently against its influence.
The realization was clear. Any signs of fighting against the allure of the gas, and the snake would simply force more into him. For all his resistance so far, he knew he could only hold out for so long. In his mind, he found the one glimmer of hope he needed. Only one shot to get out. Either he’d take the shot, or slowly lose this mental war of attrition.
Fields focused, and regulated his breathing. One deep breath in through the nose. Half a minute of breathless silence. A long exhale against the flow of the tube.
In. Hold. Out.
In. Hold. Out.
He kept the rhythm going, even as the fumes dug its claws into his brain, and his penis, as it inch by inch escaped the sheath. A slithering red tail wrapped up his leg, inching towards his exposed member.
“No!” the words screamed within the confines of his influenced mind. “It’ll… break… concentration…”
With only a rub of the snake’s tail, his penis burst forth, fully erect from the sheathe. The snake evilly toyed with the exposed member, chuckling as Fields immediately broke his breathing cycle. His lungs sputtered with nowhere to go, and the kangaroo desperately inhaled more of the gas just to settle them back down. The sudden influx of the toxin sent him into a mad arousal, now thrashing in the seat not out of aggression, but lust.
“That’s a good boy. Lose yourself, and give into your instincts.”
No. He couldn’t! He could barely hold on to himself, his paws desperately reaching for his cock. So near, yet so far. His aggression and resistance could barely hold on, against the forced arousal. Teetering on the edge of orgasm, he clawed for that one last touch to send him over. He was being kept in that agonizing edged state. Through his hazy eyes, Fields could just barely make out the snake flicking the dial back and forth.
“That bitch!” he roared into the gag, completely muffled.
The ‘bitch’ in question, just flicked her forked tongue at him, as she sped up turning the dial back and forth.
Being this close to orgasm was driving him mad. It was sending him to the point where he legitimately considered for a few brief moments submitting to his torturer, just to get that orgasm.
The devilish snake slowly approached the chair, staring right into the kangaroo’s glazed eyes. The back and forth of the dial didn’t stop for a moment. Bright, yellow eyes pierced the haze, staring right into his very mind.
“You want this, don’t you?” she asked flirtily, as the knob was oscillated even faster. “You want to finish, send that seed spurting across the room, don’t you?”
Without even a second to process, Fields nodded in sync with the snake.
“I’ll give it to you, don’t you worry, my little plaything,” she said, running the forked tongue across the snout.
“And when I let you finish, you’ll be my little obedient toy, won’t you?”
He continued to nod.
“Good boy,” she said, as the dial made an abrupt stop, the flow of the pink gas coming to an abrupt halt. Her enormous head drew closer, towards his long ears.
“Expect a severe punishment if you’re lying to mistress.”
With a heavy spin of the dial, the gas was sent firing into his mouth at full force. The room was filled with a roaring, yet muffled yelp, as Fields was sent screaming into the gag. A streak of white fluid was sent firing across the room, making its mark across the floors, and some of it on the control console. Spurt after spurt came out, leaving the distinctive white splotches in front of the chair.
Finally satisfied, he let out the biggest sigh of his life, as the gag was finally removed from his maw. He could see the last traces of gas leave his lungs, as a puff of pink smoke burst out from his nostrils.
With a click, the straps loosened, and the unsuspecting kangaroo was sent toppling forward onto his hands and knees, looking up at his captor and mistress.
“What is my name, pet?” she interrogated.
Without hesitation, Fields obediently responded, “Mistress Silverbury.”
“Very good. I’d have thought you would have lasted a bit longer, my little plaything,” she sneered. “Now, what are you?”
“I am the property of Mistress Silverbury.”
She chuckled menacingly, flicking out her tongue in approval.
Fields took in a deep breath, his taste buds still lingering with overwhelming sweetness. In the few moments of clarity he could muster, he knew this was his only chance. Any longer, and he would undoubtedly be taken over.
“What is your name, toy?” the snake questioned further, her head leaning in close to her victim.
He took in a deep breath, trying to keep the slightest inkling of control.
“Property has no need for names.”
“My my, this extract has changed your tone fast, hasn’t it?” she taunted, drawing in right up to his face. She ran her forked tongue slowly across his face, covering it in a thin slimy layer. “I’m disappointed, toy. I expected more from the former Mr. Fields.”
Her eyes sharpened, as she started right into Fields’ innocent eyes, pupils nearly covering the whole of the iris. She opened her mouth for another question.
“Tell me, toy. Were you always this easy to train?”
Fields coughed, as his eyebrows turned to a furrow.
“Not. On. Your. Life.”
Adrenaline firing through his veins, Fields leaped up back onto his back legs, leaped up and dealt a mighty kick to the face of the snake. The previously snide snake was sent flying back with a screech, her head clanging against the metal ceiling.
“Sorry, Mrs. Silverbury, but I’ve got other plans tonight,” he quipped, before kangaroo hopping towards the door. The snake gave an evil glare, and a horrifying hiss, as her captive escaped her clutches.
The newly freed Fields hopped his way through the maze of cold, dimly lit corridors, searching desperately for the exit. He could hear the enraged snake behind him, razor sharp teeth slicing the air as she pursued. There was not a single moment to get a sense of direction, a single second was between him and those lethally toxic fangs.
Fields took a turn, heading left at the end of the corridor. It seems to be the right choice, as he could vaguely see a bright light and what appeared to be stairs at the end. Yes! Freedom was within his grasp, only one corridor left. His hopping intensified, speeding up towards the glint of escape.
It wouldn’t be long now. Once he escaped, he could finally put an end to the nefarious dealings of Lady Silverbury. No more innocent people would end up as mere trade goods in her strangling coil. No more innocent people would be subjected to her torment, tortured and trained to obey her every whim. No more innocent people…
Sprinting full speed down the corridor, the stairs came ever closer. Yes, just a little further! He could almost feel the fresh outdoor air lifting away the remnants of the lingering sweetness on his tongue.
All of a sudden, from corridors on the left and the right, two humanoid figures leapt out in front of him, head to toe in shiny rubber that covered up their features. Fields’ heart got stuck in this throat as he barreled toward them at full speed. In a last ditch effort, he bent down, and leaped up into the air. Airborne, he felt a set of rubbery limbs grab him, sending him face first into the ground.
No! It was so close! Fields clawed at the cold concrete floor, desperately trying to escape the grasp of Silverbury’s minions, almost certainly previous victims of hers. His struggle was to no avail, as the rubber drones pinned him to the ground, as they went about systematically restraining him. His vision was taken from him, as they quickly and tightly wrapped a blindfold around his face. Both his arms and legs were bound together. Disbelief and disappointment set in quickly, in only a few seconds, he had gone from his seemingly inevitable escape, to being completely immobilized.
It was all for nought. He was back where he had started.