(Yes, this chapter contains bondage with ropes, gags and so on too! Spoiler alert: Even with a ROYAL damsel getting the treatment!)

“Lets have a short smoking break here,” Dana proposed, and the girls stopped and nestled for their cigarette packs.
They were in the caves again, on the way back to the surface. The seal had been readjusted now, and the friends had cheered about the news when Dana had returned to them. Sirf, returning from dreamworld, assured the blonde that he had found no danger. And so they left the place of the Ancients again. Hopefully it would always be this easy.
Dana stiffened, as Megan came over to her. The redhead offered from her Malegos, she smiled uneasily. The ex maid hesitated only shortly, then took a stick and mouthed it. Megan did likewise.
Dana felt the taste of the filter quickly watering her love tube, which, at this moment, annoyed her a bit. Megan mumbled:
“Dana, I... we must talk. I think this isnt right. I am enjoying it, I must admit, but its a lie before myself. Tashmal does this only to hurt you, but it hurts herself even more. We must end this, and...”
“Mmhh, Megan, a light?”
“Ohh, yes, wait...”
The witch produced a magical flame at a fingertip and both girls leaned forward to lit up. All others had mouthed sticks too.
The cruel cracking of several whips startled Dana and Megan, and they looked up just as they heard Tashmal scream in pain.
Three whips had coiled themselves around the petite Brunette. One cleaved her lips, having destroyed them, Tashmals mouth a sea of blood, the second pressed her arms to her sides and cut deeply into her bosom, while the third effectively bound her knees.
Zillagollas filled the cave around them, whip mistresses and numerous weapon maids.
“Tashmal!” both Dana and Megan cried.
A cold, dominant voice called out to them:
“You all freeze. Resist, and the Achaian will suffer.”
“Sirf, why havent you warned us!” Dana thought.
“They were not visible in dreamworld. Dont know why – yet. Stay calm. Will be back.”
In a corner of her eye, she saw the tomcat vanish into the shadows.
“Get the cat, kill the beast, quick!”
4 minions set off after Sirf. Tashmal whimpered in pain, blood dripping from her destroyed lips.
“Leave the cigarettes at your lips. They adorn you nicely. And you look so wonderfully dumb this way. And now, drop your weapon belts.”
The friends hesitated. One of the Zillagollas holding the whips on Tashmal pulled on the instrument a bit. Tashmal quivered, her eyes were wide with terror and pain.
Dana felt tears running down her cheeks, of both pain and rage.
“Obey her.” she mumbled to the others.
After disarming, they were ordered to strip. Megan managed to throw Osh into the darkness. A whip landed on her back for that, drawing blood. She screamed, the cigarette flew away, Megan going down on her knees.
“Fine. Replace the cigarettes with these gags now. Make them tight, I think you know the drill.”
The speaker was a woman in her thirties with a long black plait and a sharp nose, her dark eyes showing triumph and malice. Dana managed to avert her eyes from Tashmal and stare at this bitch.
They all gagged themselves. The gags were highly impregnated with lustcream, but no one felt like getting hot. Their bodies reacted tough. Naked, gagged, the friends now had to don latexa stockings and gloves, their bodies remained naked. Finished with that, weapon maids came forward and tied them up brutally and elaborately. Dana felt ice cold.
Her eyes met with those of the enemy leadress.
“I see you are still defiant. Others may use more lustcream on you and your friends, but I for once prefer some good placed lashes of the whip. But we will get to that later. Her Majesty awaits you.”
She ordered that Tashmal be packaged too now. The cruel bitches didnt heal her lips, instead simply applying the gag as if nothing was amiss. Tashmals mmmphhing sounds were only muffled screams of pain and anguish.
For the first time in her life, Dana wished to kill. But she was a helpless package, just like all her friends.
The Zillagollas leashed them all and left the cave with them, hurrying them on with well placed lashes of their whips. Dana too felt the stinging strokes fall on her, but pain was unimportant. She was first in the line, and as she tried to look after Tashmal, who was last, she only strangled herself on the leash and was whipped again.
The cruel march ended finally outside the caves at the lake. On the rocks, medium dragons sat with folded wings and more Zillagollas were about. The captives were rudely hooded. Danas legs were tied up now, then she felt leather touching her body all around. They were putting her in a sack. Shortly thereafter, she realized the sack was dangling in the air, but then it hit a floor of what seemed like a braided basket.
I am in one of the dragons transport baskets, she thought. Breathing in the hood was difficult, and it quickly got very hot in the sack. Dana was sweating. Something fell down beside her with a loud thud and squeaking of leather, she heard a muffled gag scream. One of the others, in a sack too. More of her friends, obviously all in sacks, followed.
Finally, with a shrill scream and beating of its wings, the dragon took off. She had to think of Zusha. Vomiting now with the gag could be deadly. But there was nothing she could do for Zusha now, or for her Tashmal, or any of the others.
She tried to reach Sirf. He didnt answer. Osh likewise. She even called out for Kleer, the raven, who had remained outside during the mission. Why had at least he not warned Trish?
Fruitless questions. They had been defeated. But this was only the first turn, Dana told herself, thinking of Kerkor, the game of strategy and war. Her bonds, the gag, the heat in the sack and hood, the for once very discomforting arousal of her body, was taking its toll on her. Distract yourself, she thought. Kerkor. She tried to replay a game against Madamelle Mareshes in her mind. Sirf had said that was a good training for the brain. She concentrated on an image of the board, visualized the pieces. Soon she was lost in the game...
XXX

“By Majave the sweet, her boobs are gorgeous.”
Two leather gloved arms reached around Dana from behind, gloved hands cupped her breasts, fingers fumbled with her nipples.
“And her hair, how beautiful, even as sweaty and messy as this. What a mane! Maybe we could make a good wig out of it, once she is properly shaved and head rubberized.”
“As Your Majesty wishes.”
“Why is she not double stuffed?”
“I preferred not to arouse her, after all, she captured and imprisoned my sister, the High Whip, in Lashayette, you know. I still hope to free her, maybe in exchange for one of the other sluts.”
“Dont lie to me, Libilaj, I know how you welcomed your sister been taken out of the equation. After all, now YOU are High Whip.”
“Her Majesty is insightful as ever.”
After taking of her hood at the end of the flight, Dana had been blindfolded with leather pads on a band. She tried to remain calm, although the attentions to her breasts were very skillful.
She had been guided here on a leash, then forced on her knees. She smelled the polished leather outfit of the woman behind her – obviously the queen of Zillagoll. Judging by her voice, she was rather young, about Danas age. And she seemed currently very hot, as the smell of her love tube filled Danas nostrils stronger than that of her sweet perfume.
Suddenly, the hands left her bosom. A match was lit, she smelled Malego smoke, even heard the smoking woman suck on the filter, then blew out smoke. Her senses had become extremely sharp, she noticed. Her being Krosa or an effect of the blindfold?
She thought the room to be relatively small. From other sounds, creaking leather, metal on metal, she had deducted that there were two guards. A third weapon maid who had held her leash had already left.
Dana had decided in the sack not to use her bondarat skills as of yet. And she had been right. As she had been torn out of the leather confinement, her bonds had been rudely checked.
Another drag on the Malego. The juice smell intensified. So it was the queen smoking, not the whip mistress.
Somewhere outside the room music was playing. People laughed, chatted, the sound of glasses, dishes. Perhaps the queen had left a banquet to inspect her newly brought captive.
“You may do with the others as you please. But dont kill them.”
“As Your Majesty wishes.”
“What of the pet animals of the witches?”
“We killed the raven. We had it under a sleeping spell before after catching it. Didnt kill it sooner as not to alert its witch.”
Kleer! Dana thought. A groan came through her gag, she inadvertently struggled in the bonds. How she wanted to kill this bitch!
“The others?”
“They came away. But they are alone down there near the coast, without their witches or other humans. Whatever their magical powers may be, how should a cat and a tiny snake get here to Labbuggio, hundreds of miles away?”
“Very well. You are probably right. Back to this blonde package. I heard she is quite hot, easily aroused.”
“I am sure she will melt under Your Majesties hands... and other means at Your Majesties disposal.”
“I am looking forward to that.”
The queen approached her again, went around her. Smoke was blown into Danas face. Suddenly, she felt a gloved hand at her love lips, fingers sliding in.
Against her will, she felt more than just physical arousal.
“UMMPPH!”
“Uhhh, yes, that sounds promising. She is very angry, one can see that, but she cant help herself nonetheless.”
The fingers worked quite skillfully, going upwards, finding Danas lust center. To her shame, the blonde realized she was pressing her clit against the leathered fingers.
The queen laughed, seemingly delighted.
“She will become my personal slave.”
“Now that we have her before us on our knees, may I inquire, why...”
“Thats none of your business. Politics, my dear. You care for your whips and slaves, I care for the queendom and its future. You may go now.”
Leather squeaked, the whip mistress probably knelt down or bowed deeply, Dana didnt know the customs in Zillagoll. The clack-clack of high heeled boots followed.
These devilish fingers were still working. Dana whimpered in her gag, squirmed in the bonds.
“You like that, blonde package, dont you? I know you understand me, the witches have surely taught you our language with a spell before you came over here. You like to be helpless, at my mercy, bound, gagged, aroused. It fits that I like to put sluts like you through their paces. For, you are weak, and I am strong. We fit together like key and lock. Shall I continue?”
Dana desperately fought for control. The fingers vanished from her love center and out of her vagina. She whimpered again. No, dont stop! She thought. She felt ashamed. Was she this weak? While Tashmal, her love, was in deep pain somewhere around here? Her lips utterly destroyed and not healed by a spell?
And what of Matria, the mission? Was all that counting less than her petty arousal? Her hotness subsided. But she continued to mew into the gag, struggled further, rose her head in obvious desperation, throwing her hair about and finally screamed wildly into the squeaking latexa gag.
The queen laughed again.
“Are you my slave? Do you surrender? Make this pretty sounds again if yes.”
“UMMPPHH! MMMPPHH! NGGMMMSCH!”
Dana screamed into the gag for all she was worth, nodding emphatically. She heard the other girl clasp her hands, probably in delight.
“Good girl. We will celebrate that immediately with a session in my pleasure chamber. Guards, lead her along.”
Her leash was drawn tight, Dana rose to her feet, sunk back again, weak, overwhelmed. Hands gripped her under the arms and helped her up again. With difficulty, it seemed, she remained on her feet. Supported by the guards grips, she walked along on the leash.
They passed several doors and other guards and finally entered a room smelling of latexa, lustcream, perfume and Malego smoke. No Chruchor here? Unimportant, she decided. Maybe the queen liked the blue smoke and its smell in her pleasure chamber.
“Tie the leash to the ring. Leave now.”
Then she was alone with Penelopaj. Her blindfold was removed, she tried to adjust to the light. Her vision cleared, and she saw the zillagollan queen before her. Maybe 20 years old, petite like Tashmal, tan skin, heavy make up – dark red lips, blue eyelids – raven black hair in a high tower on her head, intense huge dark eyes, the face slender and very beautiful.
She wore overknee boots and long gloves in black with gold colored sleeves, a black corsage over a white blouse, above it a blue vest, and a short blue skirt.
“Do you like what you see, slave? Adore your mistress!”
“MMPPPHH!”
“You are still in need, arent you? We will tend to that soon, rest assured.”
Penelopaj reached out for Danas gag and started to remove it. Dana squirmed madly.
The queen laughed again. She poked the packing out of Danas mouth, putting it on a table nearby, together with strap and band.
“We might need that again, what do you think?”
“Please, mistress, dont leave me so. I am hot. I beg you, uff, let me cum!”
The queen giggled.
“Perhaps. Maybe later. Oh, you are so much slave.”
She turned around and took a Malego pack from the table, mouthed a stick. An aroused small groan escaped her pretty lips. The zillagollan beauty busied herself with her matches.
It was all Dana needed. Her squirming over the last minutes had not been in vain. Her ropes came loose, and she slipped out of them. Her fingers gripped the leather leash at her neck, ripping it off. Dana didnt realize how much strength she must possess to do such a thing. She rose. One long step, and she was behind the queen. Her right arm came around the girls throat, while her left hand gripped the wet gag packing from the table. Shocked, Penelopaj opened her mouth to scream, her unlit cigarette falling down. Most naturally, the scream didnt come out, instead the latexa packing was stuffed deeply into the pretty mouth.
“GLLBBL! UMMPPH!”
Dana could have made the sleeping grip, but she felt like teaching this lofty little bitch a lesson.  She ignored the queens hands, which weekly tugged at her arm, released the queen, but pressed her against the table with her body. She took up the gag strap and put it between the wide open lips, then pulled it backwards.
“MMPPHH! OOOHMMPPH!”
The blonde knotted the strap off at the back of Penelopajs neck. The broader sealing band followed. And in an instant, her Majesty, Queen Penelopaj of Zillagoll, was perfectly gagged.
The girl offered no real resistance, she seemed totally in shock. Opposite of them was one of several large mirrors. Peneolpaj starred into it at her own gagged face.
Dana used brute force to rip off vest, corsage and blouse, followed by the skirt. The queens silken underwear was probably extremely expensive. Dana ripped it away too. Penelopaj was meanwhile mmpphing constantly and starred wild eyed up to Dana.
Naked now save for boots and gloves, Danas former bonds were used to tie her up. The blonde handled her captive rudely, packaging her both effectively and a bit more strict than necessary. When giving the ropework a final tug, tightening all loops, a wad of honey left the royal pussy, as Dana already had expected it would.
The strong mistress was heavily aroused by her slave like treatment. Dana smiled dryly.
“Seems you like it, slut.”
The queen reddened deeply. It probably added to both her embarassment and arousal to be called like that.
“Behave, or I will use one of these whips at the wall on you.”
Penelopaj, no longer hold by Dana, slowly slid of the table and fell to her knees. She starred to the ground, obviously not believing what was happening to her. Dana opened her hair tower, let the dark mane fall freely down on shoulders and back. It was waist long.
“What a beautiful mane. Maybe it will make a good wig, after you are properly shaved and head rubberized. I think you remember these words, dont you?”
“Are you done with your little ego show?”
“Sirf!”
Dana noticed the confused look in Penelopajs face and realized she had spoken aloud.
“How did you make it here? And Osh?”
“We are both here, and please, you already know far too much, leave us at least SOME secrets.”
“Kleer is dead.”
“We know.”
“The bitches killed him. Oh, when I get this whip mistress into my hands...”
“First things first. So, are you through with your little game of queen packaging? You might be interested to know that it would all have been in vain were it not for me. Sweet Penelopaj is always watched by a dreamwanderer. The moment you laid hands on her the guards would have stormed the place. Fortunately for you I sent the little dreamgirl to sleep before you acted. It was a close call.”
“Luck is with the competent ones.”
“I see, competent heroine. Any further plans?”
“Sure, the guards are next. Were are you and Osh, I mean your bodies?”
“We are in the corridor. There are two guards outside the chamber. I hope you know what you are doing.”
“Trust me.”
“How I hate this phrase.”
Dana approached Penelopaj and quickly loosened gag band and strap, jerking them down on the girls neck. She poked the packing in the gaping mouth loose a bit. Then she hastened to the door.
The queen worked on the packing, eyes wide, face still deep red. It took her still some time to spit the latexa thing out and free her tongue. As planned, she screamed:
“Guards! Guards!”
Despite her very fool mood, Dana had to smile. Immediately, the door opened, and the two weapon maids in brown leather attire with golden emblems stormed in, swords drawn.
The blonde practiced the Deathly Edge for the first time, though she didnt aim to kill. Two precise strikes with the edges of her hands to two tan necks, two weak groans, and both guards went down. Dana closed the door and returned to Penelopaj.
“You slut, you will pay! I will have you boiled in oil! You...gglllbbbmmlff!”
The blonde regagged her royal prisoner, applying all three parts of the gag. Then she quickly bound and gagged the two weapon maids with the material so abundantly found in the queens drawers and chests.
“Whats next in your plan, oh great heroine?”
“Where are the others held?”
“They are still in the palace, in the dungeons, not surprisingly. This whip mistress plans to bring them over to her slavers house, but due to your quick acting, this has not happened yet.”
“So we free them. I will take the royal slut with me as a hostage.”
“Daring, darling. Well, do you want to go this way? In latexa stockings and gloves and nothing else?”
“Oooh. I missed that. Darned.”
Dana shook her head and untied one of the guards whose garments would probably be a close enough fit. Quickly, she slipped out of the latexa, donned the uniform, and repackaged the guard.
Wielding the girls sword, she finally took up Penelopajs leash and headed for the door again.
The queen was slow to follow, strangling herself on the leash.
“Uggglmmmsch!”
“Oh, you are not accustomed to that, silly one. You better follow.”
Penelopaj was learning quickly the power of the leash over her. Dana nodded approvingly. The Zillagolla sent her daggers with her eyes.
“Can you scout ahead, Sirf, so we can avoid people on the way? And you must guide me to the dungeon.”
“Sure, Osh will guide you,” Sirf answered as Dana left the chamber with the queen.