THE NIGHT OF TRIUMPH
An alternate MATRIA story

Fetish fantasy story with strict, nonconsensual bondage, female smoking, lesbian sex and very, very many damsels.
Part 1
Danadeva and Tashmal Rakaros could easily be called two of the physically most dangerous women of the Greater Matrian Empire.
Blonde, blue eyed Dana was a natural born warrior, and had formed and tested her skills in countless combats, while white skinned, dark eyed and dark haired Tashmal was an achaian Assassin who had killed since adolescence. The pair went back a long way, first in a joint enterprise in slave hunting, later as killers and abductors for the rising Empire.  
Their fighting prowess was only surpassed by their ruthlessness and cruelty.
Like all the many beautiful women in the party hall of the palace, they wore fine short silken dresses and shiny leathern overknee boots and gloves, and their faces were exquisitely made up. This was a night to feast, the night to celebrate the final triumph of the Empire, having conquered all of Matria.
Over hundred women, generals, admirals, governors, scribes, mages, warriors, killers, artists and other very important people were gathered here, chatting, eating, drinking and smoking. Here and there, slaves were displayed and played with, whipping them, arousing them and the like. Other slaves, rubberized, balded, indented and ballgagged, served drinks, candies, cigarettes, provided ashtrays or a light.
Dana in her red and Tashmal in her light blue outfit were currently in the background. Many tried to court them, but they were a close couple and liked to keep to themselves.
A guard approached them now, saluting:
“Ladies Danadeva and Rakaros, the empress wishes to see you.”
Both girls didn’t hesitate a second. When the empress called, no one refused. That was … unhealthy.
They followed the guard out of the hall and through the corridors. In the antechamber of the Empress quarters, they were bidden to wait a bit.
“A smoke while you wait?”
The petite brunette guard offered Malego filter cigarettes, the brand of lust and pleasure.
Dana and Tashmal took sticks and mouthed them. In anticipation of a light from the guard, they leaned forward.
Blonde Dana especially was a heavy smoker and needed the light immediately.
But instead, she suddenly felt her mouth forced wide by a huge latexa packing, filling her entire oral orifice. A latexa strap appeared out of nothing as her cigarette fell to the ground and pressed the packing deeply in between her lips, knotting itself of at the nape of her neck.
“UMMMPPHH! MMMPPH!” she made, perplexed, terrified and hotted by the gagging against her will.
With bulging eyes she starred at Tashmal, who had likewise been gagged and made quite similar sounds.
Before the girls could react in any way other than making muffled sounds, invisible powerful hands gripped their arms and forced them back. White coils of rope appeared, quickly tying their elbows together, followed by their wrists. By this, their breasts were forced out.
Meanwhile, a broad white latexa band over Danas mouth sealed and reinforced her gag and tied itself of at the back of her neck.
Groaning deeply and struggling in the invisible grip, the blonde watched in terror as Tashmals gag was sealed in the same way. She starred over at the guard, who was standing back, smiling slightly.
With loud ripping sounds Danas and Tashmals silken dresses were cut away and fell to the ground, followed by their underwear.
More ropes appeared. Naked save for boots and gloves, the two had their arms bound strictly to their bodies, while other ropes kinched together their waists.
“UMMMPPFF, GGGMMPP, MMMMHH!”
Both girls screamed in the gags, which were the tightest and most huge ones both had ever experienced. They struggled in the ropes too, to no avail, they were trussed up like postal packages.
How she screamed and struggled! Her face was now a deep red, the makeup of her cheeks and eyes starting to get disarranged.  
They screamed even louder in the squeaking latexa gags at that. Yet more ropes tied their booted legs at ankles, below and above the knees and at the middle of their tighs.
It was not over yet, as two magical indenters appeared and pressed into their left tighs, indenting them with what was clearly the common slave sign of the empire.
Dana shuddered, marked as a low slave. Shaving cream filled her blonde mane, and her wonderful hair began to fall. Quickly she was balded. Horrified she stared at Tashmal who had lost her black mane too.
In less than four minutes, the two dangerous killers had been transformed in helpless slave packages.
The invisible hands grabbed both helpless girls at shoulders and ankles and carried the bundles into the Empress chambers. Behind them, magical winds removed their fallen hair, the destroyed dresses and lingerie, not to forget the two unlit cigarettes, marked with their black and light blue lipsticks.
Dana, carried like a sack of grain, tried to understand what had befallen her and her lover. But the sensations of gag, ropes and dildos were so mighty, she couldn’t think clearly. She looked about. The chambers were deserted. On the ground to the left she saw what must have been over a hundred coils of rope and latexa gags. A huge cauldron was filled with shaving cream.
At the back of the room, opposite a large mirror covering the entire other wall, she and Tashmal were forcefully knelt. Dana saw herself in the mirror, strictly tied, gagged, balded. Her blue eyes were huge and soft.
The guard, no the traitorous mage, had followed them and now beamed:
“So, you were the first two. Now to the next pair. Don’t worry, you will soon get much company.”
Dana and Tashmal changed a wide eyed look.