reign of the patriarch 4

a continuation of the previous story.  Two gay brothers have been 
arrested in a future  state and are being modified to serve as sex 
toys for the harem of the patriarcgh

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The Reign of the Patriarch.  Part 4


Chapter 6.Paul’s story.

My last words to my brother Peter had been “Love you” – the last 
words I was ever to speak, for we were on our way into the de-voicing 
lab even as we tried to comfort one another.  I knew nothing of what 
was to happen to him, or indeed to me, except for the overheard 
comments about dogs and snakes, and they hardly made sense.  Whatever 
it was to be, I hoped that it would be nothing to do with snakes 
because I have always hated and feared them.



When I came round from the anaesthetic I seemed normal except for a 
sore throat.  I still had the weight on my scrotum but the chain had 
been removed and my dick was free.  It felt like heaven after those 
seemingly endless times of confinement.



A man entered – clearly a staff member since he was clothed and had 
hair.  He signalled for me to get up and, clipping a collar and lead 
on to my neck led me out of the room.  We went to an observation 
window overlooking a large room in which were the largest snakes I 
had ever seen, each at least twenty feet long and as thick as my 
waist.  They were truly hideous and terrifying creatures and I tried 
to pull away from the glass, but the doctor held my lead firmly so 
that I could not escape.



“Take a good look” he commanded. “This is the future.”



It made no sense to me and I was almost sick with fear.   Was I to be 
fed to these monsters?  Would I have to go down into their pit?  None 
of my forebodings matched the reality which my companion began to 
unfold.



“We are injecting some of your genetic material into the snakes, and 
we shall start injecting selected material from them into your system 
to try to establish compatibility.  If we succeed, then what we do 
will be a triumph of genetic engineering, a work of genius.  If we 
fail, don’t be afraid – we shall simply put you painlessly to sleep.  
You won’t be good for anything else anyway!”



I took no comfort from this promise, for I neither wanted to have 
anything to do with the snakes nor to be put down like a sick animal, 
but I realised that I had to choice since I had signed away my 
humanity.  His last comment about being no use for anything else was 
enough to give me nightmares – what was to become of me?



The treatments started, simple injections and doses of medicines and 
potions which made me feel very ill and very strange indeed.  I felt 
as if my whole system was fighting itself and each new treatment made 
me feel worse rather than better.  I tossed and turned on my hospital 
bed, sometimes feverish, sometimes suffering cramps and muscle 
spasms, sometimes simply aching in every part of my body.  
Occasionally I had to be strapped to the bed, but more often I was 
too weak to move at all.



Then slowly I began to recover, to feel more or less normal again, or 
at least to feel less ill.  The doctor whom I had first met by the 
snake-pit had cared for me most wonderfully during these weeks of 
torment, but had never told me anything of what was happening to me 
or why I was having this seemingly pointless treatment.  At last, 
when I was strong enough to walk, he began to explain.



He put a collar on my neck once more and led me back to the 
observation gallery.  Now there was only one of the monstrous 
reptiles.  “The other one died” he told me. “It couldn’t stand you”.  
Then he laughed and explained that the snakes had been injected with 
my genetic material.  One rejected it and died, the other accepted 
it.  Then they had injected me with similar material from the 
surviving snake and we were as nearly compatible as it was possible 
to be.  This was the cause of those weeks of illness, my body 
struggling to adapt to a  whole new structure from the cells up.



“And now the great experiment – the two become one.” said my 
doctor. "We shall recreate that most wonderful  mythical creature, 
the Lamia, half serpent and half woman".



I was injected and placed on a hospital trolley,  and after that life 
became a blur of sleep and pain. I woke occasionally and was vaguely 
aware of feeding tubes and the like, but as soon as my nurses became 
aware that I was awake I was sedated again until at last  I was 
allowed to rise into consciousness.  



As my eyes began to adjust, I was aware of being surrounded by 
people, and then whilst still drowsy, of having a sharp needle stuck 
into my leg.  I twitched away from it, and immediately a great shout 
went up from the watchers.  “It’s worked, the nerves have joined.  He 
felt it and he moved”.  It seemed crazy – anyone would move if they 
had some fool sticking pins into them,  but for some obscure reason 
they were still cheering.  I began to feel I was being tortured by 
lunatics as more and more pins went into my legs and each produced a 
jubilant shout as I twitched and turned, trying to escape them.



They moved back long enough for an orderly to unstrap my hands which 
had been fixed to the bed head, and raise me up enough to look down 
at myself.   



I screamed.  I had become what I most hated in all the world, and 
from the bottom of my abdomen, a little below my navel, a long line 
of heavy scales had taken the place of my groin and legs.  They had 
made me and the snake into one monstrous being.    I tried to move my 
leg and found that the scaly body responded to my impulse – we were 
truly one, and that was what the shout about the nerves uniting had 
meant.



The top of my bed was a conventional hospital bed but there was no 
foot, simply a platform on which the vast snake body was stretched.   
Each time I tried to move my legs or feet the snake moved, and when 
at last I tried to curl up my knees into a terrified foetal posture, 
the whole body coiled clumsily.

The doctors watched, fascinated as I tossed and turned that horrible 
body, then one of them said to me “Clench your buttocks.”  I tried to 
do so, though my buttocks had gone – everything seemed to have gone 
below the waist – and as I did so I found myself pulled upright by 
those immensely strong snake muscles and I was lifted to the top of a 
heap of coils, a human torso at the head of a  snake, the ultimate 
freak.



Over the next days and week I had to learn to coordinate my nerve 
impulses with my new body, and to let the snake instincts control 
what I could not.  There was no way that I could move that body along 
the ground, but I learned that simply to think “move” made the 
reflexes work – just like walking really, for we don’t know how the 
muscles work, our brain says walk and we walk.  Slowly I learned to 
glide along, my torso pulled erect at the head of the gliding body, 
and it became easier and easier to feel that I had one body, not two.



This was helped by sessions with the hypnotherapists.  I don’t know 
what happened when they got me – each session seemed just to be a 
dreamless sleep,  but I began to find myself admiring my beautiful 
ivory belly-scales and turning my coils around so that I could admire 
my beautiful colours.



Then the doctors returned.  "So far all is well. Now we have to 
complete the transformation and make you truly the Lamia.   Have you 
felt your breasts lately?"



I knew that my chest had felt strange, but what was that among so 
much other strangeness.  I put up my hands to feel and realised that 
I was growing breasts, and since all my male organs and their 
hormones had gone, the female hormones with which they had injected 
me were taking effect at speed.



Injections, tests and medications continued and my breasts kept 
growing, then at last the day came when I was wheeled along to the 
operating theatre,  the strangest I had ever seen.  In the middle of 
the room was a conventional surgeons table except that it had thick 
leather straps fitted at the sides, and at the end a platform with 
metal  shackles fitted.   My human body was bushed on to the table 
and my rear on the platform where I was very quickly locked into 
place by those metal bindings which kept my new body stretched and 
helpless.  Then my upper body was strapped to the table.



"We can't give you anaesthetics for this," I was told, "since what 
suits your human body would kill your tail, and what suits snakes 
would kill you up above.  We'll use a local and you can have the 
pleasure of watching". 



They even set up a mirror so I could see, though I think it was just 
for the pleasure of  watching me suffer.



An injection, then a knife sliced into my breast, cutting the 
underside from nipple to ribs.  The doctors opened a case and took 
out a long tube of flesh with a couple of strange dangling bits 
attached - a prick, skinned right up to the head and with balls 
attached.  With the greatest care this was grafted into  the inside 
of my breast, then the head stitched around to form a new nipple.  
They same thing was done to the other side  and  slowly I began to 
feel my new attachments coming to life  as my warm blood flowed 
through them.  I could not look down, but in the mirror I could see 
that within each breast was a complete dick, including all that 
normally is buried inside a man's body,  and slowly and most 
carefully the flesh of my breasts was set in place around them.   
Suddenly and agonisingly my breasts began to pull as the anaesthetic 
started to wear off and I became doubly erect.



"We've altered the blood flow and put a constriction in the return 
supply, so that from now on you will be permanently erect, and with 
two sets of balls, forever horny".



I had thought this was dreadful, but now the real agony began as a 
gag was fitted to force my mouth open and the surgeons  pulled out my 
front teeth and stretched my tongue to its fullest extent.  An 
injection paralysed it, then they began most painstakingly to dissect 
it as I watched.  I could not feel much, but the mental anguish of 
watching then cut up my tongue was dreadful. What was this all about?



End of part 4.  Chapter 7, "The brothers meet" if you want it.



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