RED PACKAGES 2

“A tight huge gag is a must for a prisoner, don’t you agree, honey?”
“MMMMPPH!”
“Funny, the only thing not dirty and smelly on you are the nice red ballgag, the leatherstraps holding you on the chair, and the steel cuffs around your wrists.”
“UMMPPFF!”
“I always wonder why you Americans get so horny by being gagged. Oookay, the gag is impregnated with lustcream, but isn’t it the truth that you just LOVE to be gagged anyway?”
“GGMMFF, MMPPH!”
“By your false  goddess, your blonde mane is all smelly and in disarray. But don’t mind, it will be completely shaved anyway when you enter a Siberian GULAG, capitalist slut.”
“UMMPP! NMMMFFF! MMMGGMMMBBLMMPPH!”
“Oh, is the gag too much for you, sweetheart? You better get accustomed to it, for in the GULAG, you will be gagged permanently, if not actually fed and watered.”
General Ludmilla Dralova, commandress of 1st Guards Tank Army and heroine of the Soviet Union, surely had her fun with her prisoner.
Former General Jane Rodenberry, ex-commandress of US V Corps, was strapped to a wooden chair in the middle of the room, a huge bright red ballgag in her gaping mouth, steelcuffs at her wrists, her uniform torn and dirty, likewise her blonde hair in complete disarray. Her face was a mask of blood, sweat and dirt.
Having been captured while trying to escape to England with the remnants of NATO forces, she had been held in strict captivity since then, until delivered to General Dralova as a gift from the General Secretary herself.
Ludmilla was blonde too, but her waistlong mane was freshly washed, smooth and shiny.
Like her staff, which was assembled in the room, she wore the skintight red latex catsuit, the red overknee PVC boots and opera gloves which made up the uniform of the glorious Red Army.
Ludmilla and her officers were drinking good Portugese wine and smoking captured American filter cigarettes. The air was thick with blue smoke.
Since coming upon such large quantities of US cigarettes, everyone in Red Army, and 1st Guards Tanks staff members were no exception, smoked much more than before, often two packs a day instead of one.
They all loved the aphrodisiaka in the smoke and the lustcream impregnation of the blonde filters.
Not accustomed to the arousing sensations of smoking this sticks, they reacted very strongly, all moaning and groaning inadvertently when mouthing a stick, lighting up or taking a drag.
Leftenant Kira Orgakova, personal aide to General Ludmilla, was no exception in this. Just having filtered herself with an L&M Red, she felt fresh love honey watering here already hot pussy. Moaning slightly, she quickly lit up.
Kira was of medium height, slender, with a long, slender face and brown eyes, her black hair was cut chin length. She was very young, fresh from the military academy in Moscow. Being a distinguished first of her class, she had been assigned to Gospoda Ludmilla as aide just before the great war had started.
The campaign had been a great experience for the young Russian girl. How they had crushed the Americans in the Fulda gap, which had been commanded be just this bitch now helpless and dirty before them. Then the forced crossing of the Rhine river at Frankfurt am Main, the pursuit of beaten NATO forces into France, the capture of Paris. Onwards to Bordeaux, the Spanish border, down to Madrid, finally going west to Lisbon.
What an honor to be part of this smart and hard working staff, ably led by the great gospoda Ludmilla Dralova. Kiras work had partly been menial as aide of Ludmilla, but quite often the beautiful blonde had asked the young Leftenant about her opinion in operational matters. She knew about Kiras military talent and had prophesied her she would once lead an army herself.
There were other tasks for a young pretty aide in Red Army, which believed in sexual satisfaction being an important factor of the efficiency and motivation of the soldiers. So, General Ludmilla had often had wild sex with the young darkhaired beauty. Sometimes, other staff members had joined in for more fun.
Kira saw it as her duty to relieve the great general from stress. Apart from that, sex with the beautiful and very experienced blonde was just great, and several of the other high ranking staff members were very hot too in Kiras eyes. So, the sex was just great fun for her.
Every now and then, prisoners had been brought to staff, not for interrogation, but amusement.
The young communist just loved to see these capitalist she-pigs humiliated and helpless. How they struggled in their bonds, and those ridiculous mmmpphing sounds. She couldn’t understand why they all did that. Okay, they were immobilized and silenced, so, why not just sit or lay still and be quiet?
This struggling and gag screaming was dumb , weak and useless. Ludmilla had explained to her that these decadent sluts had no pride, no shame, and were simply not able to control themselves. Besides, many found it hot to be packaged, Ludmilla had said.
Kira had never been bound and gagged in her life, but she was very sure if she would be in such a situation, she wouldn’t behave so weak and ridiculous. It was very easy to just don’t move and be silent.
She took a deep drag of her L&M and moaned a bit. General Ludmilla just said:
“You bitches just cant keep some dignity, cant you?”
General Yasmin Krashkuro, a turco-russian beauty, deputy commandress of 1st Guards tank, opinioned:
“There are just too weak to show dignity and pride. Any woman with some of it wouldn’t humiliate herself with this ridiculous and useless gag sounds.”
Yasmin, with tan skin, black eyes and a wonderful open waistlong hair mane, filtered herself with a Marlboro and lit quickly up, groaning on contact with the filter of the cigarette. How hot Yasmin looked with the stick at her beautiful lips! Kira was a great fan of Yasmin, who was always so cool and graceful. She couldnt imagine the Turkish beauty ever lose her coolness. Even in the thickest fighting, she had remained cool as ice and absolutely fearless.
Deputy commanders in Red Army were frequently sent to the front into the most dangerous spots, being the eyes and hands of the commandress at the decisive point of battle.
“They just don’t know how to keep face,” Ling Koi, the liaison officer of the Chinese Peoples Liberation Army, mumbled, a fresh Pall Mall Blue between her pretty lips.
“Mmmh”, the Chinese girl with the dollface and the waistlong jetblack hair in a big knot at the back of her head made, as she hastily lit up too. She wore the same uniform as the others, rubber catsuit, PVC overknee boots and opera gloves, but not in red, but a bright yellow with a red star above her left breast.
“Give me a light too,” Olena Bastalova mumbled, the artillery commandress of 1st Guards Tank. She had chinlength red curls, gray eyes and many freckles. Ling koi lit her Marlboro Menthol, and both commie girls smoked avidly.
Olena said:
“Its because of all these bondage games they play. They are weak and dream to be helpless slaves. How disgusting. Whats so special about some rope and a gag? Just ridiculous.”
“But it looks good on the sluts,” Galina Hasperenko, Anti Aircraft Commandress of the army told the others.
She was tall, with sun tanned skin and the light brown hair in a long plait falling down to her waist. She killed her cigarette and nestled in her Camel Filter pack for a new one.
Kira agreed, they looked sexy all tied up and tightly gagged. Fitting, somehow. She took another drag from her cigarette and felt more love honey filling her small pussy.
“Well, lets get this bitch here showered and her hair washed. Guards, take her to a shower, burn her clothes. Some perfume would be nice too. Bring her back to us afterwards. Leave her gagged and handcuffed,” General Ludmilla ordered, throwing back her waist long blonde hair.
The general looked down on her wrist watch.
“The GRU officers are late.”
“Lets hope not a partisan attack,” Chief of Staff Elena Gastikova, a slender woman with pale skin and chinlength light brown hair and brown eyes said apprehensively.
She was a soft girl, as everyone knew. But it was tolerated because of her sharp mind and the workload of a horse she was doing to organize supply and the like.
Deputy commandress Yasmin answered:
“There is no resistance here. And if there were, there are biker guards with the GRU. These women are all very able, strong, tough, cool and proud. They will protect the GRU officers with ease.”
Everyone agreed, the biker guards were as tough as the SPETZNAZ or the paratroopers.
Ludmilla ordered Kira to get some more wine. The aide hastened eagerly to obey…

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At the same time, the ex-brunette sergeant of the soviet biker guards stumbled along on the leash. Tightly bound with much rope, a huge red ball gag in the gaping mouth, buckled shut extremely tight at the back of her bald head, her once waistlong hair mane completely gone,  her eyes moist and bulging, she mmmpphhing constantly, not at all cool, proud and tough anymore.
She looked wildly about. Ahead of her marched GRU Colonel Janina, a helpless package too. The sergeant saw the bound arms, the black strap of the gag at the back of Janinas bald head.
At other times she looked back, seeing ex-blonde Major Raissa, her bulging, moist blue eyes, her strained red lips draped around the huge gag in her mouth, the ropes cutting into Raissas shoulders, breasts and belly.
Or she would look at her captors, especially the one holding the leather belt. Every now and then, the captives, the sergeant too, were lashed with the belt. At these occasions the sergeant screamed into the squeaking gag and doubled her efforts of marching, sending fearful glances at the woman wielding the lash.
It was a rather long march…

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One hour later the GRU officers had arrived. The three women and a tall sergeant of the biker guard who carried the secret documents in a suitcase, were with General Ludmilla and her aide Kira, after exchanging some pleasantries having dismissed the rest of staff. They would be informed later.
The American prisoner was back again, seated on the chair, now stark naked save for cuffs, leatherstraps and ballgag.
Colonel Janina said:
“I would like to interrogate this bitch. I am curious.”
Ludmilla smiled amiably:
“Sure, go ahead, take of her gag, if you like.”
“Fine. Cigarette, Gospoda General?”
“Oh, thank you. Call me Ludmilla, Janina.”
“Very well, Ludmilla. Your pictures don’t do you justice. You are stunningly beautiful.”
Janina offered from her Marlboros. Blonde Ludmilla filtered herself eagerly. The pack was offered Kira too, and the young aide, proud to be allowed to remain in the room, took a filtered stick and mouthed it.
Both Ludmilla and Kira moaned softly as the blonde filter came in contact with their bright red lips.
The sergeant took of the gag of the American.
“Ahh.. uff.”
Janina said:
“A gag can be hard to bear.”
Ludmilla mumbled:
“Do you have pity with this capitalist criminal?”
“Well, have YOU ever worn a gag in your life?”
“What? Most naturally not. Who would dare to gag a General of Red Army?”
“Clearly an oversight.”
“What do you mean? Mmmmh… a light, quick,” the blonde mumbled, sucking on her unlit Marlboro.
Instead of lighting Ludmillas and Kiras cigarettes, Janina opened the suitcase, took a silenced hand gun from it, and pointed it at the two Red girls.
“What is the meaning of this?” Ludmilla mumbled perplexed.
“Please be quiet, I don’t want to kill you. Raissa, please make the radio louder.”
The music from the radio soon was loud enough for Janinas purpose.
“So, hands up, and be quiet.”
“I don’t understand,” Ludmilla mumbled.
Kira starred at the four visitors, who took huge coils of white rope and other materials from the suitcase.
Raissa and Irina, the two other GRU officers, approached Ludmilla and Kira with the ropes.
Both girls stared at them in disbelief, then again at the gun pointing at them.
The sergeant was unbuckling the leatherstraps of the prisoner, then opened the handcuffs with a key.
Jane Rodenberry was just as surprised as the two Red Army gals. The American decided to remain quiet, but took the offered canteen of water.
The perplexed Ludmilla and Kira had their arms seized by Raissa and Irina and forced on their backs.
Kira felt a plastic zip-tie closing on her rubberized wrists. The General had been tied the same way.
Kira struggled, she was bound! She starred at Colonel Janina, still pointing the silenced gun at her and Ludmilla. The brunette changed a quick, alarmed glance with the blonde General beside her, who starred wide eyed back, the Marlboro dangling down from her suddenly slack lips.
The blonde mumbled:
“That is an outrage! Release us immediately! Or are we arrested by GRU? On what charges? I am Colonel General of tank troops, commandress of 1 st Guards Tank Army, bearer of the Red Star, heroine of the Soviet Union! The General Secretary in Moscow would never…”
“Well, “ Janina said, “you are not arrested by GRU, but captured by an American spy and the Spanish/Portugese resistance movement.”
“What?”
Both the two Red ladies as well as freed Jane Rodenberry starred perplexed at Janina and the three others.
“Actually, I am agent U-89 of CIA, my appearance just a disguise made possible by superior capitalist science. Raissa, Irina and the tall sergeant here are under their masks and wigs three pretty Iberian ladies, determined to get even with the invaders and occupiers.”
Jane Rodenberry couldn’t hold back any longer:
“So you are here to rescue me, Miss U-89?”
“Ah, well, no, General Rodenberry, Mam. We didn’t know you were here. But naturally you will accompany us into freedom once we leave again.”
“I understand. What your mission than, Agent? Kill this blonde bitch here? Blow up her headquarters?”
“Not at all, General Rodenberry, Mam. She is our prisoner, hands tied up. Killing her now would be murder. Such actions we should leave to THEIR side to commit, don’t you think?”
“Oh, well, sure, you are naturally right.”
“We will find you a nice Red Army uniform of your size during the operation, I am sure. A disguising mask and wig will be unnecessary, as you need not impersonate a specific person.”
“Uuuh, don’t look forward to be packed in such a kinky red rubber catsuit. But its certainly better than running around naked, and boots and gloves have style, I have to grant the commie bitches that.”
“Would you care to help us a bit in the operation, General Rodenberry,  Mam? We could use an additional pair of hands. Much work ahead of us.”
“Sure. What shall I do, Miss U-89? And please call me Jane, will you?”
“Alright, Jane, just call me U-89. For starters, how would you like to gag our blonde gospoda here?”
“Oh, I would love too, that’s great!”
Ludmilla and Kira, the unlit filter cigarettes still dangling from their bright red lips, exchanged another glance. The blonde commie beauty mumbled, clearly very upset:
“You want to gag me? How dare you! You will all pay for this, you capitalist she-pigs! Once I am free again and you arrested by the HQs security guards, you will all be whipped, put in severe bondage and your heads shaved, before you will vanish to be never seen again in Siberia!”
Kira had to admit that she didn’t consider it very prudent of her General to threaten their captors at the moment, but she kept quiet. So, they would gag them. Well, she would just stay quiet and calm. She was sure the attackers had no chance to get out of here.
Irina seized Ludmilla from behind at the upper arms, while the sergeant gave Jane a huge bright rad latex packing. The US-Genral, still stark naked, approached her soviet counterpart and held the latex item before her mouth, taking the dangling Marlboro away from the other blondes lips.”
“Open wide, Gospoda General. Payback time, bitch!”
Ludmilla starred angrily at her and clenched her jaws shut tightly.
Jane grinned, seized Ludmillas long blonde hair and pulled – hard!
In surprise, the Soviet beauty opened her mouth to let out a scream, more of protest than pain, and quickly the latex packing was shoved into her gaping mouth.
“UMMMPPPH!” made Ludmilla, her blue eyes bulging out, she struggling in Irinas grip.
Jane used her fingers to shove the packing deeper in and to fill Ludmillas cheeks with it, which now bulged out like two half moons.
“UMMMGG! MMMPPH! MMMFFF! UMMPPH!”
Kira starred at her General and idol in disbelief. Ludmilla was behaving like a weak, dumb, shameless capitalist slut! How could this be?
U-89 said:
“Use a zip-tie to secure the stuffing, Jane.”
The blonde US-General nodded, took one of the narrow white items from Raissa, and laid it over the center of the packing protruding out from Ludmillas stuffed mouth. She tied it off at the back of commie beauties neck under her blonde hair, making it very tight. It pressed the packing further in and cut deeply into the edges of Ludmillas mouth and into her bulging cheeks.
“GGMMMSCH, HHHMMPP, MMMPPH, UMMFF!”
Ludmilla threw back her head, groaning heavily into the gag, her blonde mane was flying about. She stumbled on her high heeled boots as if having difficulty to stand.
Against her will, her aide Kira beside her, watching the happenings, felt much aroused. Shocked, the young brunette communist realized it aroused her to see the great General so heavily gagged and behaving like a weak slut.
“No its your turn, pretty Leftenant to experience a good gagging,” U-89 said.
Kira gulped, sucked inadvertently on her unlit Marlboro and took a step back, only to be seized by Raissa from behind. Struggling a bit, she starred at the US-General, as Jane approached her with another packing.
The blonde removed Kiras Marlboro and ordered:
“Open wide, girl, or must I pull at your hair?”
The young Leftenant send another quick glance over to Ludmilla, who still groaned and screamed in the squeaking rubber packing, stumbling and struggling in Irinas grip, shuddered and opened her mouth.
Instantly the packing was shoved in and Janes finger worked it deeper to fill Kiras cheeks. The packing was heavily impregnated with lustcream. The brunettes knees became weak, huge amounts of juice assembled in her quivering pussy. The psychological effect of the gagging was different than Kira had expected too. The packing was so huge, the sensations caused by it so massive, she wanted to have it out of her mouth again immediately. Instead it was very quickly fastened with another zip-tie, which cut deeply into her bulging cheeks.
Now unable to dislodge the gag with her tongue, hands tied behind her back, in Raissas grip, the gag was on Kira for good and she knew it.
“UGGGUMMPPH! MMMPPPH! UMMPPPH! MMMHH!”
She couldn’t hold back and groaned into the gag, producing these useless, ridiculous sounds so despised and sneered at by herself and Ludmilla and the other staff members.
Like Ludmilla, she could hardly stand, tumbling about, only loosely held by Raissa from behind.
The four disguised attackers and Jane observed the two gagged commie girls for a while, obviously satisfied with the sight and both Red Ladies reaction to their gags.
“Okay, lets seal these gags. I first planned to use red tape the color of their outfits on them, but I have decided a shiny white will look better on them. It emphasizes the gags in contrast to the red of their outfits, fits with the white rope we will bind them with and in general, I prefer the color white for gags anyway. Jane, there is tape in the suitcase.”
The blonde US-General took a broad roll of shiny white tape from the open suitcase and approached Ludmilla again. She tore a strip off and unceremoniously pressed it down with force on the other blondes gaping, rubber stuffed mouth.
“MMPPH! HHMMFF! UMMPPH!”
After smoothing it with her fingers, Jane took the roll again, Irina released the captive and held up her long hair, and Jane started to role, wrapping the tape around Ludmillas lower face. After each loop of the wracking, she pulled hard to make it real tight. She was only satisfied after 10 loops.
Ludmilla, constantly mewing during the wrapping, her eyes bulging out even further, was now really well gagged. Her gag sounds had become much more muffled now.
Kira had starred in horror, knowing she was next, all the time struggling and groaning in her own gag.
When it was her turn, she experienced it was even worse than she had feared. The tape wrap was extremely tight and when finished, the three part gag of rubber packing, securing zip-tie and tape wrap was totally unberearable.
She continued mewing in the finished gag, she and Ludmilla exchanged yet another glance. She saw in Ludmillas eyes her own horror reflected – and her immense arousal.
“Well done, Jane. Time to rope them up, shall we? Do you know who to package someone with rope, Jane?”
“I am from Texas and basically a cowgirl. Sure I know.”
“Splendid. The heroine General is yours for the task, I will service the cute Leftenant. We will go with back-prayers. “
“Great, the bitches will just love that.” Jane beamed and headed over to the large table, where Irina and Raissa had placed the coils of rope.
She took a coil, seized Ludmilla and together with Irina she guided the struggling, mmpphing Red beauty to the table, pressing her upper body forward towards the wooden plate.
The helpless blonde, bend face forward onto the table and forced against its side, had her wrists fred from the zip-tie with a pocket knife of Irina, and then her arms bend at the elbows and forced upward until her gloved fingers and palms met behind her rubberized shoulder blades in a reverse prayer.
Naturally this was a very straining position. Ludmilla struggled and screamed into her gag, thick pearls of sweat on her brow.
Quickly and Expertly Jane bound the communists beauty wrist together, then fixed her arms in this position with much rope around her upper arms, shoulders and breast, pulling each loop very tight.
She added loops of rope around Ludmillas waist and pulled before tying them of. Finally, she added three loops over the beauties breast at the height of her nipples, pulled hard and tied them off.
“UMMPPH! MMPPH! GGGMSCH! HHHMFF! MMMPP; MMMPHH! UMMPPH!“
Ludmilla obviously couldnt stop mewing into the huge, tight gag as she was bound so strictly.
U-89 had waited, letting Kira observe the packaging of her commandress. Now she guided the Leftenant with Raissas help to the table too and bend her down on it.
Kira had watched Ludmillas roping with growing terror, knowing again she would be next.
She struggled uselessly and couldn’t stop screaming and groaning in her own gag, while U-89 bound her exactly the same way with a back-prayer like Ludmilla had been serviced.
When U-89 was finished, she said:
“One detail missing, girls!”
With that, she pulled down the zipper of Ludmillas catsuit over the blondes sex after having turned around her to face them again, fingered for a certain end of a rope at the Generals back, and pulled hard. Every single loop of the whole ropework tighted even more in a single moment.
“UMMPPH!”
U-89 stepped back and allowed herself a cigarette. She quickly lit up a Marlboro with a lighter and offered the pack to Jane, who gladly took one. The US-agent gave her a light and both Americans indulged in smoking, the arousing sticks having no visible effect on them, both accustomed to the them since their youth.
“Would you believe that’s the first cig I smoke since three weeks, U-89? The bitches don’t waste the sticks on their prisoners.”
“Well, I am not surprised, are you, Jane?”
“Not really.”
"UMMPPH! MMMFF!”
Ludmilla groaned, struggled, threw her hair about, her face a very dark red.
Kira, gagged, back-prayered , was as hot as never before in her young life.
The two Red packages were guided over to two chairs Irina had fetched from the side of the table and placed in the back of the room, and sat down on them. Their legs were forced together and tied with more white rope, which looked good on their red boots. Both didn’t stop working the gags, producing “MMMPPH”s and UMMPPH”s without pause.
“Whats next?” Jane asked, killing her Marlboro in an ashtray.
“We are not done with them yet. As you recall, captives in Soviet GULAGS are balded, and these two beauties shouldnt miss out on this experience.”
“I see. Quite fitting.” Jane said.
Ludmilla shook her head, mewed pleadingly into her gag. But U-89 had no mercy. Irina applied shaving cream to the blondes hair and produced  a shaving knife.
Kira, meanwhile with more fascination than horror, how Ludmillas waistlong blonde hair was shaved completely.
The ex-blonde starred at herself in a mirror nearby, her head bald now. Next, Kira was balded too. The Leftenant found this to be only adding another element to her hotness.
Irina and Raissa took two red latexhoods from the suitcase and jerked them over Ludmillas and Kiras skull and down over their necks to their shoulder.  Only their gagged faces remained free of skintight red rubber.
Naturally, this added another element of distress for the two Red ladies. Like gags, tight ropes , the skintight rubber on her bald heads and around their delicate, soft necks seemed impossible to bear for a moment longer.
U-89 mustered the two Red packages and said:
“Fine, Number one and Two finished.”
“What is your overall plan, U-89?” Jane asked.
“Itsnt it obvious? We will call the staff members in one by one or in pairs, and package them all the same way like these two here.”
“Must admit that sounds like fun. But…”
“When we have bagged them all, we will carry them out through one of the windows in the back. Our girls outside will have organized a truck. We load the ladies in and move out. In the forests there will be a helicopter waiting, which will bring us to a helicopter carrier in the Atlantic. Us and the captives naturally.”
Ludmilla and Kira exchanged a glance again.
These bitches wanted to capture the whole staff!
The two helpless communist beauties struggled in their bonds and could still not suppress their gag talk.