RED PACKAGES

A multi-part bondage story with latex, female smoking, lesbian love and many damsels, inspired by scenes from Osvaldo Grecos great bondage comic „First girl on Mars“ (pages 225 to 240 to be exact), starring agent U 89 originally created by John Willie.
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The three Soviet GRU officers (GRU the military intelligence) were escorted by no less than six soldiers on motorbikes, as their staff car sped along the Portugese road in the mild night of late fall 1983. It was the fourth month of World War III, a war of triumph so far for the great Soviet Union, which feared Red Army had conquered all of Europe and the Middle East, utterly defeating NATO and US forces.
Now, an assault on Great Britain was being planned for next spring. The most successful commandress would lead the assault, General Ludmilla Dralova, leadress of 1st Guards Tank Army, which had crushed the Americans in the Fulda Gap and had advanced over Frankfurt am Main across the Rhine, onwards to Paris, Madrid and finally Lisbon.
Around Lisbon the tank army now rested before being transferred to the French Channel coast. The GRU had sent three high ranking specialists to inform General Dralova and her staff about expected British resistance. The drive from the airport to the location of 1st Guards Tanks headquarters took about an hour. They could have used a helicopter, but after the intense operations of the last months, machines and crews needed as much rest as possible, so they used a car and a driver from the Motor Pool at the airport.
Colonel Janina Flugenko, a tall blackhaired gal with shoulderlength mane, Major Raissa Tifanova, a petite blonde with a ponytail, and Major Irina Prutatugova, a stocky, voluptuous woman with light brown hair in two plaits, had helped themselves to some champagne and American Marlboros, the US cigarettes now available in vast quantities from captured US supply depots as well as countless shops all over Europe.
Avidly smoking, they indulged lustfully in the vice, enjoying the contact of the lustimpregnated blonde filters with their soft lips. They agreed that whatever the US capitalists faults, they made wonderful cigarettes.
Hotted a bit by smoking and seeing their comrades smoke, they moved inadvertently in their seats, the bright red rubber and PVC of their uniforms, boots and gloves squeaking in the process.
Blonde Raissa entertained the two others with stories of some interrogations of captured enemy officers, just saying:
“First, you have to sextorture them a bit. In this, a gag is a must. I use the standard red ballgags of Red Army, but always one measure larger than necessary, to really strain their jaws, and they must be buckled shut as tight as possible. A gag has an astonishing effect on these decadent capitalist she-pigs. They always mew and groan into it like mad, especially when you work a bit on their tits, pussies and clits. I just LOVE these useless mmpphhing-sounds.”
The others laughed, blackhaired Janina saying:
“In the GULAGS, these she-pigs will always stay gagged if not actually fed and watered. So, they better get used to the things.”
“And to the whips,” Irina added , taking another deep drag of her filter cigarette.
It was blonde Raissa again:
“Oh, yes, whipping can be used in interrogation as punishment. But I prefer the sex variant. After the gags, most important are dildos, shoved into pussies and butts.”
All three laughed. The blonde added:
“Most of these sluts have never been doublestuffed before!” although Raissa herself had never been “doublestuffed”  herself, nor gagged for that matter in her entire life.
Irina took the bottle of champagne to help them all to some more of the stuff, as a loud “BANG!” was audible and the car came to a screeching halt.
A mine? Partisans? But no attack followed. The very young girl driving the car cursed like an old Siberian huntress and left the vehicle.
“Damn,” Janina exclaimed, “seems to be a broken tire.”
She left the car, following the driver.
“Yes, Gospoda Colonel, it’s a broken tire. I will have it replaced immediately.”
“Very well,  Gospoda Private. You may have a smoke while working.”
“Thank you, Gospoda Colonel.”
The 6 biker guards had stopped too  and dismounted. Their leadress, an experienced Sergeant whose strong muscles were accentuated by her skintight red rubber catsuit, came over to Janina, taking of her helmet and freeing her waist long brown hair, held out of the face by a bright red latex band.
Every element of Red Army uniform was bright red, be it the latex catsuits, the PVC overknee boots and opera gloves, and even hair bands. Finally, all girls of the Soviet Armed Forces had to be perfectly made up with lipstick and colored eyelids, the lipstick had to be bright red too, while only the eyelids had to be either light blue or light green.
Make up and uniform had to be in order at all times, the outfit polished and shiny, with the only exception being in actual combat, fighting in mud or the like.
“A broken tire,” Colonel Janina told the brunette Sergeant.
The GRU officer offered the tall, strong biker guard from her Marlboros.
The sergeant took a stick and put it between her lips, which was universally known as “filtering” oneself.
The contact of the blonde filter with her soft, bright red lips let even this strong and proud girl moan inadvertently with barely hidden lust. She even sucked immediately at the unlit stick.
Janina imagined being in the arms of this strong warrior, or bringing her to whimper and scream with pleasure. Both possibilities seemed likewise appealing. Maybe they would have some fun this night in the sheets after duty. Aroused, the intelligence officer filtered herself too with a fresh Marlboro.
Hastily she gripped for her lighter in a pocket of her squeaking rubber suit. Irina and Raissa had joined her and the Sergeant at the side of the road, receiving Marlboros from Janina too and filtering themselves quickly. The deputy of the Sergeant,  a pretty redhaired corporal with the mane in a plait wound around her head, and the four other biker guards had taken of their biker helmets too and these girls were all five filtering themselves with cigarettes avidly, their submachine guns leisurely slung over their rubberized shoulders.
So far, there had been no resistance movement in Spain or Portugal, triumph of communism and Red Army was complete, so, there was nothing to fear at all.
Finally, the young driver girl had hastily mouthed a filter cigarette too, while carrying the replacement tire forward. One of the guards offered to help her in replacing the item.
The night was quite warm for December, but that was Portugal in South Western Europe after all, Janina, accustomed to Siberian winters in Omsk, reminded herself.
The street was here surrounded by some woodlands, everything was quiet save for the still bitching driver and the squeaking of the 10 soviet girls latex suits.
As all 10 Red girls were filtered and about to lit up their smokes, a clear voice in perfect Russian said from the woods:
“Freeze! Hands up, Gopodas!”
The soviet Ladies stared perplexed about. About two dozen Spanish girls, all heavily armed with handguns and assault rifles, had risen from the bushes and trees and aimed their weapons at them. Resistance was obviously futile.
The speaker, a fair skinned beauty with dark eyes and shoulder length black hair in a black rubber catsuit, approached the commie gals, pointing a silenced gun at them.
“The guards may now drop their weapons and the officers their pistol belts. Yes, that’s fine, lets keep it that way.”
The red rubberized girls obeyed, no other option available. They starred at their ambushers, the unlit cigarettes dangling from their red painted lips. They looked a bit dumb this way, their eyes still wide with surprise.
Colonel Janina mumbled:
“You dare to assault Red Army soldiers? You will pay dearly for that. It will be the GULAG for all of you and all your relatives. Your homes will be burned to the ground and…”
“I must inform you that for our mission to succeed it isn’t necessary at all for you ladies to stay alive, so please be quiet, lest I put a nice hole between these pretty dark eyes.”
Janina stooped in midsentence, she gulped, the cigarette shaking between her quivering lips.
The other Soviets exchanged apprehensive glances. Only the cool sergeant starred darkly at the leadress of the ambushers.
“Okay, now strip. Boots, gloves, the catsuits. Begin or I will shoot the colonel for good measure, proceeding further then.”
Everyone started to slip out of the boots.
“Leave the cigarettes at your pretty lips, they adorn you nicely.”
The Commies exchanged further glances, many inadvertently sucking on the filters of the unlit sticks.
After the overknee boots, they slipped out of the PVC opera gloves and finally the squeaking catsuits, revealing their underwear and shiny skin, shiny because of the mixture of sweat and oil under the tight rubber.
“Bras, Panties and socks too. Good, hurry up.”
Janina couldn’t hold back and mumbled:
“What is the meaning of this farce? We are your prisoners, but why is it necessary to strip us?”
“We need your uniforms. Well, on to the next phase, we haven’t got all night.”
Each naked Soviet girl was approached by two resistance gals, one from the front, one from behind.
They had their arms seized and forced back, then tied together at the elbows with rope, forcing their breasts out. The binding was conducted quickly, tightly and brutally.
Surprised, the girls gasped, losing their cigarettes in the process. At that moment, the Spanish fighters before them shoved bright red huge ballgags into their mouths. Before the perplexed Commies could come to their senses, the gags were already buckled shut at the back of their necks and under their chins. Meanwhile, their wrists had been tied together too.
“UMMPPH! MMMPPH!” they all made, suddenly released, tumbling about, starring at their captors and each other, seeing their comrades gagged like themselves, throwing their hair about.
Janina gazed wide yed at the sergeant beside her, who was no longer cool, her green eyes bulging too and she groaning heavily into the squeaking ballgag.
She looked very hot with the gag. Her own gag was heavily impregnated with lustcream.
Their release was only short, as they were seized again and their bondage strengthened with much more rope, which secured their arms to the body above and below the breasts and around the waist.
As a final touch, rope was winded twice over her breasts in height of their now hard nipples, fastened, and then pulled tight, bisecting their breasts.
Yanina screamed in the gag
With bulging eyes and constantly blurting into the gag the dark haired beauty shifted gaze to the woman in the black catsuit.
This she-devil showed a fine smile.
In a corner of her mind Janina found it extremely arousing that she was packaged at the same time as this strong, proud warrior, now reduced to a helpless package like she herself. And even more hot that the sergeants strength and coolness was all gone, she obviously hot and weak as hell.
She groaned into the ballgag.
To her other side, petite blonde Raissa had gotten the first tying and gagging of her life. Janina remembered how many prisoners blonde Raissa had gagged, tied up and sextortured.
Another element of hotness that the girl now got a taste of her own medicine.
The trussed up girls were forced upwards and brought to their knees. Because of the massive dildos, they knelt with legs far apart, starring up at their captors.
“Good. We will now hold your heads and I will scan your faces with this device. Modern American science enables us to produce facemasks resembling your features in a few minutes. But you must hold still. There will be punishment if you struggle.”
Janinas head was gripped by a Spanish girl and the darkhaired woman, an American spy obviously, approached her and held a small device like a walkie-talkie before her face. She shortly thought of struggling, but another captor held up a broad leather belt, showing it to her menacingly.
No, she didn’t want to be lashed. Janina held still as ordered.
Everyone had their faces scanned, all holding still but the corporal of the biker guards, she with the red hair in a plait wound around her head, which tried to be brave.
She ruined the scan. On a hand sign of the woman in the black catsuit, who remained cool, the redhead had her head forced to the ground, which let her buttock cheeks rise up into the air. Those were now viciously lashed with the leather belt several times. The Commie gal screamed in her gag and struggled.
Released again, she starred at her mistresses with moist, wide gray eyes, disbelief, shock and fear in her expression.
“Will it be necessary to lash you again, pretty commie slut?”
The girl mpphhed wildly into her gag and shook her head vigorously. The scan was conducted again, the corporal this time holding perfectly still.
Janina had in the meantime to fight with the mounting effects of ballgag and the tight ropes cutting into her soft flesh. She couldn’t suppress constant mewings into her gag and couldn’t keep from struggling in her bondage.
“So. Next we need your hair. Another American invention will produce wigs resembling your former hair styles out of the shaved manes. As a side effect, you will be balded like the innocent victims of your filthy tyranny system. Lets start.”
With this fresh horror, everyone proud of their pretty hair manes, the packages struggled even stronger and screamed wilder into the gags, but naturally to no avail at all.
Quickly and mercilessly they had their heads shaved, their hair being carried over to a device on the grass a few feet away. Some Spaniards had started donning the uniforms, boots and gloves of the Red Army soldiers, the first device had already produced a latex face mask.
Janina didn’t pay much attention to it, having just been balded. The sergeant beside her starred with bulging eyes, her face stark red, over to her, her skull as bald as Janinas own.
They watched impotently as 9 of the captors changed rather quickly into doppelgangers of themselves, wearing their red outfits, donning facemasks looking unbelievably real, and finally putting on wigs of the Soviets former own hair. In total disbelief, Janina starred at the doppelgangers of Irina, Raissa and the sergeant.
The leadress of the enemy, the US spy, had changed from black catsuit to red, donned Janinas boots and gloves, put on a facemask too and a wig out of Janinas shaved black hair.
Aghast, the package starred at her herself before her.
“Looks convincing, doesn’t it?”
“UMMPPH! GMMPPH! MMMPPH!”
“Whatever you say, honey. We must be on our way now, time for the real mission of the night. I will greet General Ludmilla and her staff from you once we met. You have an advantage over these gospodas in having experienced a good packaging, but before the night ends, soviet heroine Ludmilla and her staff will make that experience too. Enough said, leash them all and take them away.”
Janina looked wide eyed up at the spy while she was leashed. They planned to abduct General Ludmilla and her staff!