TRIUMPH 4

While the helplessly packaged and aroused Dana asked herself among other things why the Secret Police had offered no warning, this institution in fact HAD a lead.
Several months ago, some interrogations of new captives in the end phase of the war of conquest had hinted at the attempt of a hodge podge alliance of yet free Magas to get help against the Empire from other worlds.
The head of the Secret Police, officially the Agency for Internal Security (AIS), Lady Anja Bergkamp, a Zeebannian and friend of Lady Jenna van Delft, had informed the Empress, and the Almighty Lady had ordered Lady Anja to employ the best agent she had in the case.
Nearly all important persons of the Empire were quite young, as the Empress and her closest minions required beauty from their followers, and youth was in their superficial view closely related with it.
So, said best agent was still only 27. She was a talented, skilled and powerful Maga, highly intelligent, absolutely ruthless, and very ambitious. Did we forget very beautiful?
Cora Voronov was a Telestak, having the fair skinn, dark hair and dark eyes of that white subrace. She was of medium height, had an extraordinary large bosom, the face of an angel, cute freckles on her nose and under her big eyes, and her hair didn’t follow the telestakian style of rather short curls, but was waist long and smooth, as the followers of the Empress liked to show long manes in contrast to the bald skulls of the slaves.
As an AIS agent, she didn’t operate in uniform, and could choose her own attire. Cora preferred a shiny red for her overknee boots and long gloves and lighter shades of red for her dresses, accentuated with black broad belts.
This outfit adorned her at least today, as she was waiting for a limbus portal to open which would bring her directly to the palace of the Empress. She needed to see the Empress immediately.
Cora had hunted down members of a loose resistance movement who confessed in interrogation that there had been contact with an outworlder. A single woman, a powerful maga, who was said to be a free lance mercenary between the worlds. It was said she didn’t work for money and had high morale standards. Cora didn’t believe the last piece for a second, but following the lead, she had found out that this woman was already on Matria, and planned a move against the Empress herself.
Unfortunately, no one knew how she really looked, as she used magical disguises. That wouldnt help her against the magical security measures around the Empress, but Cora had an uneasy feeling. Which powers might an outworlder possess? Better to warn the Empress as quickly as possible, and confidentially.
Her hunt had taken the young beauty in several remote areas of the planet, she didn’t want to use magical communication for security reasons, and when she finally reached a larger town with a portal station, where the powers of the local limbus maga were reinforced by magical artifacts which were large, heavy and bulky, she found the maga had an illness, which had been cured by the local healing maga, but as the powers for this came from the ill person, the limbus bitch was now weak, too weak to cast the spell. Her replacement was very young, fresh from the academy and not the most powerful or talented one.
She now struggled with the spell for half an hour, and Cora was a bit unnerved. The more so, as for a reason she never bothered to learn smoking was forbidden in the portal rooms, and she didn’t want to go out even for three minutes, lest the spell worked in the meantime.
Nervous, angry and a heavy smoker to boot, Cora lusted for a cigarette as much as for warning the empress. She always smoked Malego, she needed the arousing sensations, always lusting for strong feelings. Secretly, she even wore latexa slip, bra, corsage,  long stockings and long gloves under her leather  boots, gloves and garment. She loved the hotness she felt from the material. It was not illegal for a free person to wear such lingerie, but rubberizing oneself voluntarily hinted in other womens eyes at slave feelings and wishes.
That added to Coras thrill, to be secretly, unbeknownst to others, rubberized like a hot slave.
Her mood lightened a bit and she had to smile at the thought.
“Mylady, the portal, is ready!”
“Upps, was about time!”
She took her heavy bag, always taking her papers and some books with her, and entered the green light…

Meanwhile, Dana and her comrades in bondage watched helplessly as the next pair, packages 7 and 8, were overpowered and carried in as immobile silenced bundles. It were Naralith Shugal, a blonde Doranian like Dana, oh, ex blonde, who was one of the best healing magas of the Empire and head of the healing house in the capital, and Coxucexu, a green skinned Kigumoka, her jet black hair mane now gone, a former priestress of a woman sacrificing cult, now high priestress of death and pain in the empire. Both girls took the packaging not very well, to say the least.
But they had no say and no options than to struggle impotently and groan uselessly, and so they were knelt with the others.
The small enemy looked down on her now eight captives, but suddenly she abruptly turned and left, exclaiming:
“Have to deal with something. In the meantime, enjoy a small picture story.”
Dana and the others watched in fascination, arousal and terror the magical movie of the 7th wolfpacks self packaging…

Cora entered  the portal station of the palace, guarded by a squad of Dark Wolves and always womaned with four strong portal magas. A young regular guard was there too and approached her as she stepped out of the green light.
“Lady Cora? The Empress awaits you. Please follow me, quick.”
Cora was surprised, but the Empress wasn’t called the Almighty for nothing. So she shrugged it off and hastened to follow the guard. A slave accompanying the guard, rubberized in red latexa lingerie, gagged and doublestuffed, took Coras heavy bag. Leaving the room, the Maga Agent already fumbled for her Malegos. Outside in the corridor, the small group quickly made some distance, turning around a corner. Cora mouthed a cigarette and hastily mumbled the small spell to produce a flame over her fingertip. It didn’t work.
Annoyed, she sucked at the unlit Malego and bitched.
“Mylady really lusts for a smoke, yes?”
Cora moaned and nodded, concentrating once more on the spell.
“Uh well, time for something new. You might find it interesting.”
The AIS agent didn’t pay attention, finally produced a flame and lit up. When she took the first intense drag, closing her eyes with pleasure, something forced her jaws and lips together, while latexa filled her mouth. Nonetheless, the inhaled smoke passed through a channel in the latexa packing designed for just such purpose and entered her lungs.
At the same time, out of nowhere sticky, tight tape pressed down on her lips (where it left a hole for the cigarette), chin, cheeks and back of her neck.
Totally perplexed, the suddenly tape gagged Cora opened her eyes very wide. She was forced to blew out the smoke through her nose. More tape appeared in her face. Opposite in the corridor was one of numerous mirrors, the palace inhabitants more than a bit on the vain side. In it Cora could see that the tape gag was a shiny red. The burning filtercigarette stuck out in the middle, firmly fixed between her lips. The gag was so tight, she couldnt move her jaws, and the packing in her mouth was in this way exactly as effective as a much larger one in a wide open oral orifice.
“UMMMPPH! MMMUMMPPFF!”
Cora couldn’t help but make these useless ridicilous sounds. The gag was hot. She felt her pussy quickly filling with her juice, her nipples were erect and her knees weak.
“You can smoke, if you like,” the guard said friendly.
Cora starred at her, threw back her black hair mane and inhaled for a second time. While she indulged in the sensations of smoking while gagged, not thinking of resistance, which would have been difficult anyway as no matrian maga could cast spells while gagged, invisible forces stripped her of Gloves, boots, and dress, revealing her red latexa lingerie, with matched perfectly with the tape gag.
The Ais agent tried halfhearted resistance,  but it had no effect. She smoked avidly while being stripped. Ashes dropped to the ground. Her rubberized arms were tied with animated white rope at elbows and wrists, forcing her large breasts out.
The bra was removed, freeing her tits, while her waist corsage was considerably tightened, sending love juice into her latexa slip. Fascinated, very aroused, Cora watched in the mirror as she was packaged.    
She realized she had fallen victim to the one she was hunting, and how powerful she was. It was not only her spells, but the fact that she, a strong maga herself, couldn’t feel the magic of the enemy happening at all. That was unheard of.
More ropes bound her upper body tightly, Cora was rudely handled. Her cigarette was already down to the blonde filter. The enemy removed it by hand, took a fresh Malego and put it between the small hole in the tape over the center of Coras lips, shoving it delicately in until it stuck firmly between the agents gagged lips.
She was offered a light, and without hesitation she bent slightly forward and lit up.
"You are now my captive, Lady Cora. In a few moments, you will be much more, and less at the same time. You will be a slave, as next you will be indented and your hair will be shaved.”
Cora starred down at the smaller woman and shuddered. She threw back her hair mane, moaned into the gag. Then she nodded.
An indenter pressed at her hip above the rubber stocking, marking her as a common slave. She watched, still fascinated. Shaving cream covered her hair, and an invisible knife quickly shaved her.
It was horrible to lose her wonderful mane, but even that aroused Cora further. She starred at herself in the mirror and saw a slave. The other slave seemed to be a complice of the outworlder, having taken everything without reaction, maybe some satisfaction in her eyes.
A broad latexa collar encased Coras throat, a leash was fastened at the front. The enemy took it and simply led the new slave off. Cora followed without resistance. The other slave took her garments from the ground and carried them along with her bag. Her shaved hair, the cigarette butt vanished.
They marched on. When Cora had finished the second smoke too, yet another Malego was shoved through the hole in the tape gag, but this time it was not lit. The ex brunette sucked on the filter of the unlit stick, already lusting for another smoke.
They passed some people, slaves and their overseers, palace guards. Curious looks went to the cigarette in the tape gag, but otherwise Cora was just another slave led on a leash.
The girl realized that even if she wouldn’t have been  as cooperative as she were, she would be helpless. That was hot for her too.
Around the next corner, they met Lady Maga Malesha Soerensen, a fellow agent of Cora. What now? Suddenly Cora began to think of the consequences of this adventure.
Malesha was a Danska, a white skinned subrace from the north. She was about Coras height, with very fair skin, waistlong blonde curls, blue eyes, an even bigger bosom than Cora and preferring blue lipstick. She too wore dark blue boots and gloves, but her dress was white.
The blonde Maga noticed the beautiful slave and was curious about the cigarette in the gag, so she stopped to inspect this slut. Only then the Danska recognized Cora.
“What is this? This is Cora, an AIS agent, and…”
“Mylady maga, this slut aroused the Almightys anger, and the Empress wasinI a good mood, so she was only enslaved instead of boiled in oil.”
Cora and Malesha were not exactly friends, so Malesha was delighted by this news.
“Look here, Cora has become a slave! What a fitting fate for such an arrogant bitch,” she laughed.
“Kneel, slave.”
Cora just starred at her. Malesha immediately took the small lash from her belt and struck the former agent three times forcefully across the hips.
“MMMPPH! UMMPPH!”
The packaged girl quickly fell on her knees, staring wide eyed up at her former comrade.
“That’s better, slut.”
“You look ridiculous with the cigarette in the gag.”
“She can smoke this way, mylady. There is a channel in the latexa packing in her mouth.”
“How interesting. A new invention? But we wont give her a light. Nice, what a cruel way to further distress a package. An unlit cigarette unmovable between the lips, she cant remove it, she cant light up herself. That’s great!”
“That was the idea behind it, mylady.”
“Where is your long mane, Cora? You look perfect now, bald as you are. What is to become of her? Is she for sale?”
“I think, yes, mylady. Are you interested?”
“Sure, I will rent her to some hard labour enterprise. Might as well make some money with her. Yes, Cora, you, with all your highly praised intelligence, clearing marshes or digging for street building. I would love that. Naturally, I would first give you a good whipping, and a night tied to a ball in a leathersack might be a good idea too.”
The kneeling Cora exchanged a look with her captor. There was no one else in the corridor, which was away from more crowded areas. The petite outworlder showed Cora a smile.
Blonde Malesha had produced Pagimo cigarettes, a heavy brand like Malego with another mixture of aphrodisiaka and other ingredients. She mouthed a stick, but instead of lighting up she mumbled:
“ It should be fun to have a smoke before your eyes, bitch. Too bad you cant smoke this Malego there.”
Now Malesha started to mumble the lighting spell. Cora knew what would happen and watched intently full of anticipation. Suddenly, shiny blue tape appeared in the blondes lower face, sealing her lips, pressing all around her head from cheeks to back of her neck, the unlit Pagimo sticking out. Cora was sure inside Maleshas mouth was a packing with channel like her own.
The Danskas blue eyes popped wide, she groaned perplexed in her gag. It went quicker than with Cora. The blonde had her arms tied, was stripped save for boots and gloves, a blue latexa corsage was fastened extremely tight around her waist, more ropes bound the upper body. Malesha screamed in the gag, shrew her blonde mane about, struggled in her bondage, naturally everything to no avail.
The girl, her face deep red, her make up already in disarray, met Coras gaze.
“UMMPPH! NNNMMPPH!HMMPPF!”
Cora, freshly aroused by Maleshas packaging, would have smiled were it not for her gag.  She watched the blondes indenting, which was followed by her shaving. The girl starred in terror and disbelief at her blonde curls on the floor. Naturally, there was a mirror nearby, and the ex blonde starred at herself, now a package just like Cora, down to the unlit cigarette sticking in her gag.
Malesha stumbled, nearly fell. A blue latexa collar encased her throat, the outworlder took its leash too.
“Time to be on our way. It was fun, but there are many more girls waiting to be packaged.”
Cora and Malesha changed a look at that, before being led along on their leashs.