"Oh Madamelle, you look so hot! I am totally hot in my Klish."
"You should consider dressing, Dana honey. Lest Madamelle Maga rapes you right on the spot."
"Ah, yes. Sorry, Madamelle Tashmal. Well, well - your hair color was blonde, please look into that book. Was it this blonde? Or that one. Between, do you want to have restored your old color, length and style at all? I can do everything!"
They were back at home. Tashmal had a "Package room" in the cellar - more than one to be exact - where Donna Jalatti was now suspended from the ceiling  and left alone to get a bit more juicy.
Ugumbe and Marule tended to the meal, Zusha kept in the background as usual, and Tashmal, Megan, Dana and the newly arrived beauty maga were in the great living room near the fire place, discussing Danas hair.
Dana was still naked save for boots, gloves and head sheeting, and this irritated the maga mightily, it seemed.
The sorceress was a petite Achaian about 50, with green hair in a tower above her head, green makeup and lipstick and a dress in silvern and green. She had come with the great book full of pictures of hairstyles and her magic wand, a decidely smaller one than Megans great staff.
"What about curls?" Tashmal proposed.
Dana hesitated. "No, I think I want my old hair back. It is this color, exactly this."
"Ah, good. And the length. Show me."
Dana touched her waist in the middle. "About here."
"This long? Wonderful. I understand you want it back. Fine, fine. And it was fair, yes?"
Dana nodded. Zusha reached her some silken red underwear, and she started to put it on.
"And in front? Middle parted - ah, yes. And a fringe, yes. No? Oh, it was the same length everywhere. Good, thats it. Sure you dont want some extras? What about streaks of lighter blond in it? Look here this picture, its pretty."
Dana couldnt look, as she donned another of her short red silken dresses, her first one ruined by the abductors knifes. It was over her head and she couldnt see anything at all.
Tashmal chuckled. "Well, thats really nice, like a tiger out of Xishaika."
Finally, Dana had put the dress on, now donning a red leather corsage above it around her waist.
"Let me see, Madamelle Maga. Oh, yes, I like that. That would be wonderful."
"So its settled. Please sit down here."
Dana did as bidden. The maga and Tashmal removed the latexa sheeting from Danas head. The material squeaked heavily in the process. Under it, there was a second sheeting on Danas bald head - one of sweat. With a towel, Tashmal rubbed Danas had dry.
The maga concentrated, put her wand at Danas bald head  and spoke some words, they sounded achaian, but the phrases were unknown to Dana. Her skin on the head prickled. It was a funny feeling, and she had to giggle.
"This is a strange feeling, I know my beauty," Tashmal said.
"You had to regrow your hair too once?"
"More than once. The hair shaving is a standard practice of many slave hunters."
"I see. OOH! WOW!"
With a sudden rushing sound, blonde hair fell down Danas back and over her shoulders. She shook it back in her typical gesture. It was just like before. Apart from the lighter streaks in it.
"Here," Tashmal said, offering her a hand mirror.
Yes, the streaks looked pretty. Dana smiled.
Ugumbe and Marule entered:
"Meal is ready, mistresses!" Ugumbe announced.
Dana turned to the Maga:
"What do you charge?"
"80 zarines, blonde Madamelle."
"Is it okay if I pay tomorrow?"
"Thats perfectly fine, young Madamelle."
***
Later in the night, they brought Donna Jalatti to one of Tashmals pleasure rooms, the black one.
First, they shaved the Ligoras hair and sheeted the head with black latexa.
After that, Tashmal went to work on her, kissing, licking, fondling. She brought the Donna Bond near her climax 11 times, but never let her cum.
The woman with the tanned skin screamed in her gag, squirmed, shuddered, wept, threw her booted legs about, trashed like a fish at the hook, but Tashmal knew no mercy.
Finally, the petite brunette rose, dried her sweaty face with a handkerchief and announced:
"She is ready to talk."
Dana bent over the woman and removed her ballgag.
"Please, I will tell you everything, everything! Just make me cum. I cant stand it anymore. Pleeease!"
"Steady. Whats your first name?"
"Lucreza."
"Fine, Lucreza. Why do you want to abduct me?"
"Oh, you dumb patti, because I am paid for it. An incredible sum, 60.000 Tallavorer Suns."
"Thats how much zarines?"
"About 35.000."
"I see.  Who is your employer?"
"The council of the High Guild of Merchants in Tallavor, the rulers of the city state."
"The reason they want me?"
"THey didnt tell me. But I know they are paid themselves. But I dont know by whom."
"She tells the truth, Dana" Tashmal assured the blonde.
"You know about others hunting me?"
"THere are Zillagolish Whip mistresses in Lashayette with the same mission. And I heard about the Order of Kerke in the Empire searching for an inn maid from Moravan too."
"Were are the Zillagolas?"
Lucreza told them. It  was a great villa to the north, the domizil of a zillagolish merchant in the city.
"Where is your mayutian killer?"
"I dont know. Niyi comes and goes as she pleases. She has the order to kill Tashmal Rakaros, and she will try to, but I dont really control her. She has her own motives and agenda."
"How did you came across her?"
"She is a killer of the council. She was sent to assist me. And observe me, I am sure. "
All this, the whole interogation, was interrupted, by moaning, pleading, weeping, squirming, sudden shriek screams, sobs and so forth.
Dana regagged Lucreza. She hesitated a moment, but then she went to work on the captive until she cumed repeteadly. At the end, the Ligora lost consciousness.
"We have to be careful and alerted because of this Niyi." The blonde said and lit a cigarette.
"What about the Zillagolas?" Megan asked.
The ex maid said evenly:
"We wont wait till they make their move. We will attack first."
Tashmal nodded and added:
"We will need a few days until the dark blades have scouted the villa and the surroundings. Until then, you should behave normal, Dana."
"I intended to do so."
***
The blonde entered "Kerkors beauty" and looked about. Madamelle Mareshes sat at a table at the great front window, studying a position on the board before her.
Dana was alone, she again wore her bright red outfit, with one addition. A bright red ballgag on its back belt hung around her neck, the red ball before her throat, semingly ready to be put into her black painted mouth every time.
Mareshes smiled at seeing it.
"So you have thought about that gag. Greetings, Danadeva."
"Greetings, Madamelle Mareshes." Dana sat down opposite the old woman.
Mareshes started to deploy the pieces.
"Would you consider ewaring this honey producing item in your mouth while playing?"
"It would be a great challenge, as I will be greatly distracted by it."
"So?"
Without answerering, Dana reached for the gag and shoved it into her oral orifice, buckling the belt shut behind   the back of her neck. She couldnt help but let out a:
"UMMPPH!"
Mareshes beamed:
"Both brave and hot, Danadeva. So here we go."
She threw a small wheel on her side of the sand clock, and sand begun to run down. She announced her move.
Dana tried to concentrate. She was aroused by the gag, very much so. Her pussy was filled with her juice, her knees weak, her nipples hard and errect. She reached for the wheel of her sand clock, adjusted it, and made her first move.
The old player started to talk like usual, telling Dana about old mistresses, games, tournaments, about positions, tactics and so on.
The blonde had to "MMPPH!" repeatedly throughout the game, which was a short one, she lost in 27 turns.
"You make take of the gag now. You did surprisingly well for a girl as hot as you seem to be. You must be a pleasure in the love cushions."
The blonde took of the ballgag, let it fell down to her throat again, and breathed deeply. Quickly, she lit a cigarette.
A maid arrived at their table, and Mareshes ordered a new schox for herself and an apple juice for Dana.
"Ready for another game, Danadeva?"
"Yes, Madamelle. Have you won tournaments in your time?"
"Sort of, in my time. Kerkor is not only played on the board."
Dana didnt understand that remark. They redeployed the pieces. Dana made her first move.
"You will attack this time again. I will play if I was out for a draw only, see, I place all my reinforcements on the first turn already, making it easier for you."
"Very well, Madamelle."
"You live in Tashmal Rakaros house?"
"UUuuh... how did you know?"
"I have my sources. Dont think, move quicker."
"Yes. You know Madamelle Tashmal?"
"The death mistress is well known thoughout the city. Its said she is the best, despite being not even 30."
"She doesnt seem to be a typical assassin. I havent seen her kill anyone."
"She has killed in her time, rest assured. The dark blades worship Agazut, dark aspect of murder and violent death."
Dana gulped. She made a bad move.
Mareshes seemed not to notice.
"Tashmal Rakaros was born in a small village at the Elya river in South West Achaia. She came to Lashayette shortly after her First Pleasures, a runaway, mainly because her shelter mother was a sadistic bitch, beating her companion, Tashmal and her sisters with fists and a belt. She landed in a brothel where her ordeal continued, even worse so. Every night, she was beaten, tortured and raped."
Dana had stopped playing. Mareshes halted the sand for her.
"Continue playing. Your build up is promising. One night, it was enough. Young Tashmal killed her mistress and a customer. She was caught and convicted for double murder, but due to her youth and the circumstances, she only got 8 years on a rubber plantation in the Far Land. There she met her first dark blades, who helped her survive in the Far Land. Back in Achaia, now 24 years old, she took an apprenticeship in the order of the black blades. She excelled in her lessons, rose in her ranks, conducted her first missions. With 27, she became mistress. She stopped doing hit missions as she had taken a liking to packaging her adversaries instead of killing them. Tashmal got famous quickly by some missions for rich merchants, foreign ambassadors and the High Sarell itself. She is very rich, has contacts with the wealthy and powerful, and best connections to most embassies of foreign nations in Lashayette."
"How..."
"As said, I have my sources. The newest information is that Madamelle Rakaros is in love with a young doranian warrior she has taken with her from her last mission. Thats quite surprising, as Tashmal has never fallen in love with someone before, or so it is said. Do you love her too?"
"Uuuh, yes, I think so."
"But you have doubts about her...."
"Yes, Madamelle."
"The dark blades may worship Agazut, but Tashmals goddesses are Ulave and Majave, the one of money and pleasure. So you shouldnt be too concerned."
"What about her family?"
"Her shelter mother died a few years ago in an accident. It is universally thought that Tashmal had killed her, but there is no proof. Her birth mother and her younger sisters are now living in Voleiynas, biggest city in Southwest Achaia, wealthy and the young women all studying at the university, the money for that obviously from Tashmal. Thats a good attack you have going there. But take your time, your sands are fine yet."
They played on for a while. Dana conducted her attack, but there was no way to break the red position.
"It is a draw," she said after the 75th turn.
"Yes. Lets reverse deployments. Copy my defense. I will show you how its broken up easily."
The blonde lit a cigarette, blew out smoke.
"Madamelle Mareshes?"
"Yes, beautiful Danadeva?"
"Do you know who I am? Why everyone wants to get their hands on me?"
Mareshes was silent for a moment. She looked straight into Danas eyes.
"No. Maybe because you could become a great Kerkor mistress, if you choose this path."
Dana had to chuckle. She doubted that was the reason.
"You said there is another Kerkor than the one on the board."
"Yes, its played with steel and blood."
"I see. Will I have to visit the library to read up on you, or will you tell me who you are, Madamelle?"
"I was a general of the republic in my time. Fought in the third mambakian war. Won some battles, lost some too. Battles are a very bad thing. Worse than worshipping Agazut."
"I assumed something along those lines. I at first thought I want to become a warrior, but I am not fond of killing. I too prefer packaging my enemies than to maim or kill them. I guess I am too strongly under Benits spell."
"You would be a good general."
"Really? Zusha, my red skinned friend, thinks otherwise. She said I am too soft."
"The Tra Ka Dar is young and inexperienced. Trust me, the generals not caring about their soldiers and not in grief about the dead are butchers, not warriors."
"Do you still grief about those who died under your command, Madamelle?"
"I wake up every night from nightmares. Yes, I still do."
"I see."
***
"Your friend is amazing, Madamelle Dana. Never saw a player this fast. And her handling of the ball is excellent, likewise her tactical intelligence. She could join the Vixens right away."
Dana smiled at the coach of the Lashayette Vixens. They were in the big stadion. Snwo was falling, the green grass of the playing field had vanished under it. The players in their training wore tunics and thick wholen stockings and gloves. Zusha was among them , obviously doing well. In the training match, she had already shot two goals, one of them with a powerful header. In the air, she had a clear avdvantage, as she was much taller than the petite Achaians.
"You couldnt convince her to join us? The mistress is willing to pay her 400 zarines a month for starters."
"I can try, but she already told me she wont do it. Anyway, your next game is the last before winter break.  So she will have time to rethink it. Much depends on the question if we will stay in Lashayette."
The training game was over, Zusha headed with the others to the cabins and a hot bath. So, the Redskinn was a very good player, clearly having had training. How interesting. If the Tra Ka Dar learned and trained the game in their order? She had to read up on that. Thinking of the library, she remembered her abduction there. In retrospect, and with everything having ended well, it had been a very hot experience. She felt aroused a bit, lit a cigarette.
The coach had followed her players to the cabins, Dana was all alone beside the playing field in the empty stadion. She thought about her captive, Donna Lucreza Jalatti. She had yet to decide what to do with her. She looked out to the empty ranks of the stadion, searching for the dark blades watching over her, couldnt see anyone, but she knew they were there.
Tonight, they would assault the Zillagolish house. Dana was looking forward to that. She really had taking a liking to packaging other women, especially bad girls. The blonde had to smile to herself...


***
"Steady, dont struggle."
"MMPPH! GMMPPH!"
She tied the elbows of the Zillagola together. The woman wore dark boots and gloves and a red costume, her skin was deeply tanned, her nose sharp, her long dark hair curled. The features of her face were decidedly different from other races and sub races Dana had seen so far. On the other hand, the sounds coming through her gag were no different from  those of any other package.
Quickly, the guard was bound wrists, elbows, legs and around the body. She looked over to Zusha, who was ready with her guard too.
The two friends wore the tight fitting black wear, hoods and masks of the dark blades. They were armed with sword, dagger and club, and each had a small crossbow hanging from their belts. Their hip bags where filled with ropes and gags.
Dana and Zusha had learned yet another thing the past days - the sign language of the dark blades.
The blonde signaled to an assassin further to her left, and the woman signaled back. They continued through the dark garden. The snow of today had melted, a relatively warm breeze laying in the air.
Fifteen Minutes later they were deep into the large villa, the guards in the garden and some in the house, 14 in all, securely packaged. The assault team consisted of Dana, Zusha, Tashmal, Megan, and 24 dark blades. There were many Zillagolas in the villa, the whip mistresses having arrived two weeks ago in the city with no less than 40 of their minions.
The two friends and the four dark blades accompanying them met with Tashmal and Megan and their  blades. Tashmal signalled:
"The troops quarters secured. 24 women got the treatment while sleeping. No problems."
"The mistresses quarters next?" Dana signaled back. Tashmal nodded.
It were seven mistresses in all, rather many, Tashmal had said. Zillagolish whip mistresses were the equivalent to the Donna Bondas  of Liganor, slave hunters, trainers and traders. The whole slave trade in the southern country was in their hands, and they had a reputation of being stern and cruel mistresses. Well, Dana thought dryly, lets see how they like a dose of their own medicine.
The assault had been planned for very early in the morning, when human reactions  were slowest and the mistresses would probably all be asleep, even if they had indulged in nightly pleasures.
There were two mistresses to a room, the leadress of them sleeping together with the mistress of the house, the zillagolish merchant in her quarters.
They split in goups and went to work. Dana, Zusha and two dark blades had the third pair. They crouched before the door and listened. It was quiet inside. A blade opened the door, and they slid in.
One of the mistresses was awake, sitting on the edge of the bed in a white silken nightgown and smoking a cigarette.  She reacted very fast. She dropped from the bed, issued an alarm cry, and came back on her feet on the far side of the bed, a whip and a small crossbow in her hands. She had many tiny plaits and white lip stick.
The other woke up from her scream, she had a tiny crossbow under the blanket. The whip ladies shot, likewise the two blades. The woman on the bed dropped into the cushions, writhing, paralyzed. A dark blade dropped likewise, hit by a tiny bolt.
The whip crackled. A cry of pain from Zusha, who went down on her knees, her hands at her face, the mask torn apart, blood visible between her gloved hands.
Danas sword was in her hand without thought. She jumped over the bed. The whip came again, hitting her at her shoulder, sending sharp pain through her body, very sharp pain. There was a spell on the whip, causing agony and pain. Yet the blonde didnt collapse. A stroke of her blade, and a shrill cry of pain followed. The hand with the whip lay on the ground, still gripping it. Dana noticed the nails of the fingers were painted white, there were black butterflies painted on them in the center. Blood dropped to the floor, coming out of the severed arm. The Zillagola was on her knees and screamed in pain, gripping the wounded arm with her other hand.
More dark blades entered, then Tashmal and Megan, their masks down. The blonde removed her mask too. She rushed to Zusha. The whip had been aimed at her eyes, but it had missed by a small margin. Zushas face was bloody, she writhed in pain. A dark blade, a maga like Megan, knelt down beside the Tra Ka Dar. She put her magic staff to Zushas face, spoke a healing spell. The wound closed, the Redskinn  was healed completely. As the power of the spell had been takenfrom herself, Zusha sighed and collapsed to the ground.
"She will be okay," the blade maga said to Dana.
The blonde nodded, hesitated a moment, than rose and turned again.
Megan and Tashmal were with the Zillagola.
"Heal her."
"You know how I hate Zillagolish whip mistresses. My older sister was abducted by them. We dont need all seven. Let her die, slowly of blood loss and in pain."
"Come on, witch. Agazut is my goddess. You witches dont even believe in any deity. You cant be under Agazuts spell."
Someone touched Dana at her side. It was the blade maga.
"You have been hit by the whip too."
Dana took a look at her shoulder. The black garment was cut there and soaked in blood.
"Let me heal it."
Dana nodded. It was done fast, and Dana felt an icy bolt hitting her shoulder. An instant later, it was gone, her wound healed, the pain only a memory. She didnt pass out like Zusha, but felt great hunger.
The magas black, light green made up eyes in the mask had a curious expression.
"Madamelle is very strong."
Dana shrugged and said:
"Thank you for healing me."
She turned to Tashmal and Megan again, who had finished their discussion about the whip mistresses fate. The Zillagola was still on her knees, deep in shock, no longer screaming, just starring wide eyed at her heavily bleeding arm stump.
Megan said:
"Take her severed hand and put it to the wound. Yes, thats good."
The witch used her magic staff, spoke her alboran spell, and the wonder of magic was at work yet again. Arm and hand of the dark tanned woman were one yet again. The woman, she was about Tashmals age, escaped a short cry of joy. She moved her fingers, everything seemed in order.
"You can thank me, Zilla bitch." Megan said with a voice full of hatred.
"Go, fuck yourself." the woman hissed.
Tashmal laughed and said, playing with coils of ropes:
"Time for you to get the treatment, my dear."
The death mistress quickly packaged the whip mistress. Her MMpphings were very satisfying. Especially Megan seemed to take great pleasure out of the Zillagolas sight and sounds.
"You did well once more, blonde heroine," Tashmal said to Dana.
"Thank you. What about the others?"
"All gotten the treatment without incident, including the leadress."
"This went smoothly, all in all."
"Good planning and good execution."
"Your dark blades are experts."
"You and Zusha could easily join them. You have a real talent for this work, Dana honey."
"I admit I am enjoying it. Maybe I should choose my profession along those lines."
"Slave huntress?"
"No, something like you, going after the bad girls."
"A worshipper of Benit and Bonda at the same time. You are very strange sugar mouth."
"I was in your company for too long."