THE NIGHT OF TRIUMPH , part 2

Here they were, Dana, the mighty warrior, and Tashmal, the deadly assassin, widely feared killers of the Empire, on their knees, stark naked save for boots and gloves, tightly roped, expertly gagged, the beautiful long hair manes gone, their skulls bald, struggling in the bondage and groaning uselessly in their squeaking latexa gags.
“UMMMPPHH! GGGMMSCH! MMMUMMUMMPPH!”
Dana and Tashmal tried to come to terms with these sudden new sensations and obviously failed. The maga smiled – a rather shy smile – and left the chamber.
The ex blonde and ex brunette eyed each other and themselves in the large mirror, still trying to understand what happened. Both seemed totally helpless, but they had been bound and gagged before and were both mistresses of Bondarat, the art of tying and untying.
So, as they fought back their unwelcome hotness and overcame their consternation, and started to get loose.
Several minutes passed, their bodies were covered in sweat, their faces dark red, their make up smeared all over, both realized they hadn’t achieved anything. Their bondage was just perfect, as inescapable as chains would have been. Their efforts had made it only tighter.
Concerning the latexa gags,the packings in their mouths seemed to grow with every minute, the straps and band seemed to press harder down on their lips and cheeks.
While their sounds had at first died down to occasional grunts, they soon started to let out deep “UMMPPH!” and “MMPPHHGHH!” again, until they were mmppffing constantly.
The girls no longer struggled with purpose, but out of sheer helplessness and arousal.
Dana couldn’t stand it anymore, she let out a wild scream in her gag. Her lover seemed to surrender too.
That was the moment when the air seemed to move before them and a large magical picture appeared. It showed the antechamber. The maga was back and with her two other guests of the party of triumph.
Palmeya saba Zachaban and Mai Ling Tsuo were governors of their home provinces, the former desert Kalifat of Zyleva and the queendom of Mun- Dschu. Both were extremely beautiful, as well as extremely evil.
Palmeya, tanskinned, with a sharp nose and burning black eyes, a waist long raven black hair mane, wearing black boots and gloves and a white dress, had controlled large salt mines in the desert, where thousands of slaves suffered and died from hard labour, the cruel sun and the even more cruel whips. She used to treat her personal slaves very harsh too, getting relaxation in the evening by whipping a victim. As the Empire took power in Zyleva, Palmeya had enslaved the former elite of the realm, personally shaving and indenting them and giving all their first whipping.
Mai Ling had yellow skin, she was tall and slender, had high cheekbones, dark eyes and a long dark mane, now made up to a large tower over her head. She wore dark green boots and gloves with golden patterns in them and a green dress. She had even dark green lipstick.
The woman had been a slavetrader, and was famous for devising a method to break girls and make them slaves. The victims were put into rubber catsuits and headencasing rubber masks and had, clad thusly, to carry large leathersacks filled with stones on their back, the whole day long on sunny, hot days . This was called the “Street of juices”, referring to both the sweat as well as the love juice the victims produced due to the lustcream impregnated rubber. Most naturally, the girls were gagged too during the ordeal.
It was known that Mai-Ling had sent her own sister, a priestress of peace and love who had criticized her business, onto said Street of juices.
Dana and Tashmal, watched the scene unfold, unable to interfere in any way.
Like them, Palmeya and Mai-Ling were told to wait a while and offered Malego cigarettes. Both took them and put them between their delicate lips. Dana couldn’t help but imagine both packaged. She knew it would become reality in moments.
Both women leaned forward to the offered light, their painted lips already sucking on the blonde filters. Suddenly, their mouths opened wide, the sticks fell to the ground. Dana could hear the sounds too, both women let out deep “UMMPPHs!” of  surprise and shock. Their gloved hands gripped thin air like claws, their madeup eyes went wide, they bent backwards. White Latexa was protruding between their lips like ballgags. Straps appeared, and the packings were forced back between their lips, their cheeks bulged out.
Something forced their gloved arms back, ropes came out of nowhere and bound elbows and wrists. Invisible knifes cut garnments and lingerie away. Their rumps naked, their arms tied back Palmeya and Mai Ling stumbled, screamed in the gags, which were sealed with broad white latexa bands.
Very quickly, more ropes bound their bodies, cutting into arms, rippcages and bellies.
Dana watched in a mixture of horror and fascination.
Although dealing out those treatments for years regurlarly, the two had never experienced ropes or a gag, not even in a light form in sex games. They were totally overwhelmed, struggling uselessly, mumbling and groaning into the gags. Palmeya threw her hair about.
While their legs were tied next, the indenters appeared and quickly marked both deeply. Shocked, they starred at the others respective slavemark.
The following shaving of their very long thick manes was probably even more shocking to them, judging by the sounds that came through their gags and by their bulging eyes.
Their packaging complete, Palmeya and Mai Ling, now balded too, were carried like Dana and Tashmal had been. The traces of the happenings were again magically removed.
As the magical picture vanished, the door opened and the two new packages hovered in, soon taking notice of Dana and Tashmal. The two pairs starred at each other and exchanged some gag talk, while the newcomers were knelt to Danas right. The ex blonde noticed that both other girls starred at themselves in the mirror, both horrified and fascinated by what had happened to them.
Their captor beamed:
“Onwards to the next pair!”
Danas gaze wandered to the huge stockpiles of ropes and gags and shuddered. This trap couldn’t work every time, or could it?