Keywords: Adult, Hypnosis, Latex Species: Lizard Lizard Slave This story sort of came about as a RP with someone (You know who you are) ;) I like the little twist at the end, probably a moral in there somewhere, but don't ask me where :} ----------------------------- Lizard Slave By Divigon "Ahh Dyne, good to see you, come on in please," said the large reptile looking up from his chair. Dyne nodded, entering the room. "Sir," he replied politely, standing before Argoth. Argoth was a Bezani, a winged reptile, often referred to as a dragon. He was larger than Dyne, who was a smaller Ryzentyl. Dyne had no wings, but there was a small circle of fur running around the top of his head and down his back instead. His colouring was a very dark shade of brown, almost black with red splotches across his underside. The Bezani was a dark green with blotches of light shades spread randomly across his body, the colouring pattern perfect for hiding in the jungles of his native lands. "Do you know why you have been sent to me?" asked Argoth, standing up and walking around Dyne slowly, examining him. "No Sir," replied the Ryzentyl, looking straight ahead, the tip of his tail flicking a little, giving away his nervousness. "I know people," said Argoth, leaning in to whisper in the other's ear. "People with power and people who want to keep me happy... And I have strange... tastes... Follow me please." Obediently Dyne followed the Bezani down the corridor and into another room. His eyes widening as he looked around. It looked like some bizarre mix between a laboratory and a torture chamber. Various machines hung from the ceiling or were bolted to walls. There was an array of straps and cuffs all over the place, on tables, chairs and even the walls. "I think there must be some mistake..." stammered Dyne, starting to back towards the door which slid shut automatically behind him. "No mistake," replied Argoth, not looking up from where he was tapping at various controls. "No family, and a mediocre career with the organisation. No one will miss you." "What!" screamed Dyne, now backup against the door, his claws scrabbling at its unyielding metallic surface. "Oh, don't worry..." said Argoth. "You'll be well cared for... and well, very well liked... Now into the centre of the room please." Dyne shook his head, "You're mad!" "Not mad, just a little crazy," responded Argoth, bringing up his hand to reveal the energy canon he held in his palm. "Don't make me use this on you. Into the centre please." Feeling as if he had no choice, Dyne raised his arms above his head and reluctantly stepped toward the centre of the room. Positioning his feet on the painted foot shapes on the floor. "Very good," smiled Argoth. "You're a quick learner, you'll be good..." He tapped a button and Dyne yelped as two brackets seemed to swing out of the floor, locking his feet in place before two arms swung from the ceiling, grabbing his arms and holding them out. He tried to lash out with his tail, but a third arm grabbed that, leaving him effectively immobile. "Firstly I'll conduct a scan," said Argoth from in front of him. "This could be a little intrusive, but it will be over soon." Another robotic arm began to move down from the ceiling, a strange greenish beam shooting out and tingling at his smooth hide. Dyne squirmed a little, mainly out of fright. He felt something begin to put up under his tail and gave a yelp, looking over his shoulder as a large probe slid inside him. He could feel it pulse as it moved around, seeming to suck at his innards. Then little tingles began to pulse over his body. He gave a whimper as he felt his shaft beginning to slip from his sheath, a third arm immediately snaking towards it and planting itself over it. Argoth chuckled at the reaction. "See, I knew you'd like it and we've only just got started," he said, walking out from behind the control panel and over to a sterile cabinet. He pulled out a small beaker of a shiny substance and made his way back, reaching up between the machinery towards Dyne's head. Dyne lunged forward, straining at his restrains as he tried to snap at the Bezani. Argoth muttered and pulled his hand back, snapping his fingers. Yet another arm detached itself from the ceiling and snaked down, gripping Dyne's muzzle firmly and holding it still despite the Ryzentyl's best efforts to break free. Chuckling again and now knowing he was safe, he upturned the beaker over Dyne's head. The lizard looked up, watching the silvery substance ooze out of the container, hitting him directly between the eyes. It stung slightly then started to spread. Dyne watching it in horror as it spread over his muzzle, the stinging sensation expanding with it. "What are you doing...?" he muttered with difficulty through his muzzle. "Curious now are you?" teased Argoth. "Well, I think there is a mirror somewhere..." The dragon stepped out of sight and returned a few moments later with a large floor mirror, positioning it so it faced the Ryzentyl. Dyne yelped as he saw himself, strung up by the machinery, a silvery covering already over his torso and working its way lower. "I specialise in making and training soldiers," explained Argoth. "I've impressed the right people who seem to think Ryzentyl's would make an excellent fighting force, however we all know how passive you are. So, I've been developing ways to show how willing you are to accept commands. Your bosses liked it on paper, but wanted a practical demonstration. You're going to be it." "You're making me a soldier?" whimpered Dyne. "No, not quite," whispered Argoth. "Soldiers are one thing, but the management want to see how well Ryzentyls can be controlled, acting out their full potential as a slave race. There are better ways to demonstrate that than creating soldiers." "You're making me a slave?" yelped Dyne. "Correct," purred Argoth as the silvery goo reached the floor, totally covering him. "A very special slave, specifically designed to impress the right people." Dyne yelped, straining at his bonds. The arm holding his muzzle releasing him and moving away. As that arm folded back into the ceiling, another slid down to take its place. "Ahhh," announced Argoth. "The fun is about to begin." The newly emerged arm had a large bucket shaped mass on the end which slid over the Ryzentyl's silvery head. Dyne gave a strangled yelp as something forced itself between his lips, a strange, warm tasting liquid beginning to pump into his mouth. He found himself forced to swallow it as it continued to pump into him. The probe in his rectum starting to pulse a little, matching the one on his shaft. "That's a similar stuff to what you're coated in," said Argoth. "It's a biosynthetic symbiont, It bonds with organic material, changing it. You won't really notice its there, or even care that it is in a little while, but it does mean it's a lot easier to, ummm... shape you." Dyne spluttered, trying to fight it, but loosing as faint light began to show in the darkness. He found himself looking at them, trying to look away, but unable to shift his head. "Ooooh," murmured Argoth, from outside. "The programming has started. This is the fun bit. Enjoy it." Dyne whimpered, the lights growing brighter. At first random flickering, but then gradually developing into images. He felt something starting to worm in to the back of his neck, crawling over his brain as the images started flicking by. He gave a moan, fighting them as he found his body beginning to react. At first the images seemed random, but then a pattern began to emerge. Large Bezani standing over helpless Ryzentyl demanding obedience. The images started to grow erotic, reptiles mating, changing until it was Ryzentyl serving Bezani. The images coupled with feelings of pleasure and lust from deep within Dyne's mind. He groaned, not liking the name Dyne, his mind stumbled upon the name Slave and he mhrrred, suiting him much better. He felt his shaft buck as he caved in, watching himself dominated by the other reptiles. The hood was withdrawn and he could see himself and what he had become. He was a uniform shade of grey. Around his neck a metallic collar had appeared to bond with his skin. His strip of white fur the only part of the original him still showing. With a hiss, the clamps restraining him slid away and he rubbed at his skin curiously. It felt smooth, with a little give, almost like rubber. "Ahh yes," said Argoth moving back into view before him. "You've noticed your body has changed. Its an organic latex substance now. Very tough and hard wearing." Slave nodded, lowering his head a little in reverence to the Bezani. He shuddered, the tube around his cock squeezing him, rewarding him for his servitude. Under his tail, the remaining probe slipped free, leaving him feeling strangely empty inside. He gave a soft groan as the final arm slipped from his shaft and looked down. His shaft was now a strange pale translucent colour. Argoth stepped in close, his large clawed hand closing around the former Ryzentyl's shaft, squeezing it. "Pleasure me," ordered the Bezani. Immediately Slave turned to face the dragon, nuzzling at his chest and working his way down his body. His mouth found the beast's large sheath and began probing at the opening, Argoth's length beginning to emerge silently. "Yes Slave..." he murmured. "That's right, serve your masters..." Slave chuured softly at the praise, taking the length into his muzzle which appeared to have been shifted so the large cock fitted in perfectly. His rubber hands caressed between the dragon's thighs, one caressing his tail hole, the other playing with the base of his sheath. Already the Bezani was beginning to drool into his slave and as his head began to bob, it was all too much, the former Ryzentyl's programming giving exact and explicit details on pleasuring the master species. Argoth's seed was thick and rich, intoxicating for Slave who swallowed it all, then continued licking and sucking as the shaft drooped. Above him, Argoth rumbled pleased with his slave's progress as he felt his shaft beginning to climb again. "Present yourself," he demanded, watching as silver beast positioned himself on all fours, tail held high into the air. Without needing further encouragement, Argoth moved forward, his huge length ready again and eager to be pressed into Slave's silvery opening. Both moaning as the dragon began to thrust, slowly building speed. The lizard's altered body taking the massive length easily, new muscles rippling along it. Argoth could feel the beast below him literally milking his throbbing length. With a cry, the dragon collapsed on the lizard, his cock spasming as he surrendered his second load into the willing slave. Staying still for a few moments, Argoth recovered, pulling himself out and ordering his slave to clean him. "Dyne?" he asked curiously, watching for a flicker of recognition in the other creature's eyes. There was none, in fact the lizard's eyes were strangely glazed over having a curious machine like quality to them. Argoth looked at the collar, it was bonded to the lizard's body, not designed to be removed, tiny probes spearing out from it into the lizard's brain, re-enforcing his behaviour. It also connected the lizard to the machines in the lab, making it easy for any changes if the need arose. He looked at the silvery lizard who had shifted slightly during their rutting session, something he had expected with the symbionts. The lizard now looked like a sculpted robot, all sleek curves and strangely sexual. The slave had adopted a kneeling position, hands held behind his back, clenching at his tail, his head tilted down a little, his large cock still erect proudly above him. "Who are you?" asked the dragon. "I am Slave," came the answer in a uniform monotone. "What do you do," was the second question. "I serve. I give pleasure," was the response. "I am a fucktoy, I enjoy giving pleasure, I play out fantasies. Is there a fantasy you would like me to give you?" Argoth meeped softly, squirming a little as he felt his sheath fill again. "I think you know what my fantasies are," he said, smiling as he looked over his slave. "I do," came the monotone response. All of a sudden, Argoth grunted as he felt two of the robotic arms grab his wrists, clamps locked onto his feet and the large domed arm began slipping towards his head. He looked down at the silvery lizard who for the first time looked back, his eyes glowing an ominous red. "Don't worry," said slave distantly as the helmet slipped into place, the strange goo starting to be pumped into the dragon's maw. "You'll like being a slave. Its fun to serve. Argoth gave a scream of rage as he felt the probes begin pushing into his brain, the anger slowly being replaced by images of serving with his slave and he realised one of the deepest darkest fantasies was going to come true...