The corridor was lit by lamps under glass, fine long carpets on the floor, old pictures and tapestries on the wall. Sirf sat on the ground near the door, the small snake coiled up behind his head at the back of his neck.
Dana took Osh into her lap and nestled him between her bosom. Shortly she thought of the small creature being poisonous, but dismissed this irrelevant tidbit.
“Precede me, royal slut!”
The packaged majesty decided not to obey. Dana hit her hip with the flat side of the sword.
“MMPPHH!”
Penelopaj starred disbelievingly at her.
“Want another taste?”
Wide eyed, her majesty shook her head and started to move.
“Good girl,” the blonde said dryly.
Sirf ran ahead, vanished around the corner. Dana, her captive preceding her, followed.
They had to avoid servants and guards here and there by taking another route or entering a chamber for a while, but it went quite well. Until they had to enter a chamber to avoid a patrolling pair of guards and found themselves eye in eye with an old servant with grey hair in a tight bun, who was dusting of shelves in this room.
The servant raised an eyebrow and starred at the packaged queen, who mmpphhed heavily for help. She opened her mouth, probably to chide the guard, when she first realized Danas fair skin and blonde hair, and secondly recognized her majesty. Her eyes went wide.
Their eyes met, the servant reddened, gulped visibly.
“You better be quiet, Singolla.” Dana suggested.
The woman nodded slowly. She seemed in fear. Dana assumed it was because the queen would remember the servant seeing her this way.  
“Take of your dress.”
Silently, the old woman obeyed. Dana forced the queen on her knees by the leash, took up the livery of the servant, and cut it into strips with her blade. Then she tied up and gagged the woman with the strips.
“After someone has freed you, you might think about leaving the palace and the city.”
The woman starred up at her, then shot a quick glance at the fuming royal package. She nodded.
Sirf told Dana that the patrol was gone now, so she left the chamber again, the queen before her.
They reached the entrance to the dungeon. There were two guards in the brown attire, their hair in tight buns, swords at their hips. They were very relaxed and chatted, smoking while at it.
Dana watched them and realized she hadnt smoked for hours and didnt feel the urge to do so. So she could control her vice, when necessary. That was good. She remembered that Tashmal smoked seldom during a mission, but very much when in the villa in Lashayette. The thought of Tashmal let her anger rose again.
Sirf appeared at her side. The blonde held the queen near her with the leash, and the royal package had enough sense to be quiet. She breathed heavily through her fine, slender nose.
The tomcat said in Danas mind:
“Your pretty package has in her employ mercenaries from the north, blondes among them, so the guards shouldnt be suspicious at first. And they wont recognize their queen in the first moments...”
“I see. Well, then... lets be bold, shall we?”
With that, Dana entered the corridor and shoved her captive before her. Penelopaj started to Mmpphh heavily and shook her head. The two guards looked at their queen and their blonde “comrade” guiding her with only mild interest. One blew out smoke and said, boredom filling her voice:
“Another one. Quite young. Seems pretty in heat.”
“She certainly is,” Dana said, reaching the two and giving the queen a kick in the butt, while releasing her leash.
“UUUMMPPHH!” made the royal package and tumbled into the guards. Dana was immediately upon them and silenced them with two quick strokes of the deathly edge – non lethal ones to be sure.
Ignoring the struggling Penelopaj, she cut stripes from the guards garment and quickly tied and gagged them. She found the keys to the dungeon door, used them, collected the queen from the ground and entered the place, Sirf following her.

There was another corridor, others leading left and right. She followed Sirfs instructions in her head, passed cells with packaged captives, before finally reaching a big torture chamber.
Pulling the queen near her again by the leash, the blonde spied around the corner. Her friends were all there, kneeling in a semicircle, still rubberized, bound and gagged, their blindfolds gone.
Tashmal was on a rack, her body covered in sweat, she was whimpering. Danas  grip tightened on her sword hilt.
Two minions, strong muscled women, were at the rack, four women, two of them whip mistresses, were standing behind Danas other friends, whips in attendance.
The whip mistress Libilaj was standing near the rack and smiled down on Tashmal.
“Looks like you arent so tough after all, Dark Blade. You seem pretty weak to me. After I have played with your body, you will be employed to clean the toilets of my house. A little rat like you.”
Dana tried to calm herself. What to do, how to proceed? Use the queen as hostage? What if this Libilaj didnt care for the queen and her safety? She was reckless and ambitious.
Sirf said: “Dont fear that. Everything that will happen can later be seen by dreamwanderers, so the bitch wont be able to let the queen die. I think you should play the hostage card.”

So, the blonde didn’t hesitate any longer, but entered the dungeon hall with her royal captive, Sirf at her side. Everyone stared over at her. She had the blade of her sword diagonally across Penolopajs throat and announced:
“Freeze everyone. Drop your whips, then kneel.”
The four girls behind Danas friends and the two torture minions obeyed, staring wide eyed at their helpless queen.
Libilaj fumed:
“You idiots, attack her, or threaten one of her friends!”
She drew a dagger and put it at Tashmals throat. One of the kneeling women called out:
“Are you insane, Libilaj? If  Her Majesty is hurt or even killed, we will all be boiled in oil!”
Libilaj hesitated, biting her lips. For a short moment it looked like she would cut Tashmals throat.
Then she hissed a curse and threw the dagger away. She knelt, her eyes blazing with fury and hatred.
“Good,” Dana said coolly, trying to keep calm, despite her heart racing in her body.
“Now, you there, untie my yellowskinned friend. Be careful, will you? No hasty movements.”
One of the whip mistresses moved on her knees over to the likewise kneeling Niyi among Danas friends and started to loosen the numerous ropes around the Mayutians body.
Some tense minutes later, Niyi rose, naked save for black latexa stockings and gloves and freed herself of her heavy gag. Quickly she freed Rowenn, then both girls freed Zusha and Megan. Once freed, Megan hurried over to Tashmal on the rack.
Dana ordered:
“You two sluts, free the Achaian from the rack.”
The torture minions obeyed. With tears in her eyes, Megan removed the Achaians gag, revealing the bloody mass of her former lips. It looked like Tashmal had also lost some teeth. The witch whispered a spell, and Tashmal lost consciousness.
All of Danas friends were now free. They started to tie up and gag their enemies. The blonde gave sword and leash to Zoet, who guarded the queen now, and headed over to Libilaj.
For a second, she just wanted to kill her with a kick of the Deathly Edge, but she calmed herself. No, that would be murder now. Instead, she ordered the woman to strip, then to rubberize her limbs, and after the Zillagolan had done that, Dana bound her strictly and gagged her.
Libilaj fought with the sensations of latexa, ropes and gags, groaning into the gag. She got as hot as any other woman in bondage.
The whip mistress struggled mightily on the ground, her eyes wide. The sight calmed Danas anger a bit.
She looked about. The enemies were all packaged. Her friends had taken off the latexa from their limbs and were now stark naked, rope burns on their bodies and the marks of the gags in their faces.
They had armed themselves, donned sword belts. Rowenn and Niyi left the hall to search for the garments, own weapons and equipment, which were nearby, as a quick interrogation of one of the captives had revealed.
Dana allowed herself now to join Megan, who cared for Tashmal. She fought back tears as she saw Tashmals wounds close up. Megan, who had lost strength by her own ordeal and had difficulty to concentrate after being involuntarily hot by her bondage, tried to muster enough strength for a healing spell.  Dana whispered:
“Would your staff help, or a smoke?”
“A kaskago would be fine, and the staff would help a lot, “ Megan answered, trying to concentrate.
They had confiscated water and cigarettes from their captives, and everyone drank and lit cigarettes. Dana now allowed herself one too, a Kaskago. She put another stick between Megans lips, gave her a light. Both girls smoked greedily. The blonde realized how much she had missed it. Nothing better to relieve stress.
Rowenn and Niyi returned, carrying their garments, weapons, and gear. The friends put on clothes, boots, gloves, donned equipment and took over their weapons. Megan killed her cigarette and took her staff from Rowenns hands.
She touched Tashmals face with the gleaming crystal at the staffs end, breathed in, out, and in again, than invocated a powerful spell. The wonder of magic was at work again, as new teeth appeared  in the Achaians mouth, her lips blossomed again, albeit her lipstick was naturally gone now.
Dana took a towel and some water and wiped blood and tissue away from Tashmals face.
Surprisingly, tough weakened by the healing spell, Tashmal opened her eyes, which slowly focused on Dana.
The blonde pressed a soft kiss on Tashmals renewed lips, who wanted to say something just at this moment, which now came out as a :
“Gllmmbbmml!”
Then Danas Achaian whore responded to the kiss. They kissed only softly.  Dana drew back a bit.
“My love, I am to blame that I don’t trust you about Agazuth and that, but I decided I don’t care. I love you so and so. I really do. I am sorry.”
Tashmal slowly started to smile.
Her voice weak from her ordeal, she answered:
“It is very wise of you not to trust me, sugarmouth. I will settle for your love. And now I need something to drink and a filmu. I could kill for a smoke.”
Dana watered her from her canteen, then delicately shoved a filtered cigarette between Tashmals lips.
She gave her lover a light, and the Achaian sucked delighted.
“Uhh, that’s so good. Now my world is in order again.”
Rowenn approached the group, Megan was still with Dana and Tashmal.
“We should not dally here to long, we still have to escape the palace.”
“Can you walk, my whore?” Dana asked her lover.
“Uhh, I feel quite weak.”
Rowenn called out for the zeebannian bard:
“Marule, would you carry Tashmal?”
“I will do so, Rowenn!” Marule said and came over, carrying Tashmals clothes and boots, likewise those of Dana.
While the blonde changed her garments, Marule and Megan helped Tashmal to dress. While changing, Dana handed Osh over to Megan, who smiled and kissed her tiny con-fy-deth before placing him between her breasts.
“What now, Dana?” Rowenn asked.
“We will follow Sirf to the place where the dragons are, capture one and Zoet will fly us out.”
Several heads swiveled to the tomcat, but no one voiced doubts about Danas words.
“The queen will accompany us as a hostage.”
“Whats with that one?” Zusha asked, kicking the packaged Libilaj on the ground in the butt. The woman groaned into her squeaking gag.
“The queen will know more when we question her. We will leave all others down here, including this bitch.”
Zusha shrugged. Marule took the petite Tashmal on her arms, and they made way for the corridor, Zoet guiding the zillagollan queen on her leash.
Dana and Niyi were in front, swords drawn, Zusha and Megan right behind them.
Quickly they reached the entrance to the dungeon.  There, the two guards had awoken and where struggling in their makeshift bonds. No one seemed to have found them until now, which was good.
Suddenly, Penelopaj threw back her head, her black hair mane flying about, let out a wild gag scream and sank down on her booted knees, despite the fact that she strangled herself on the leash this way.
Everyone looked at her. Megan said:
“Looks like the royal bitch cant stand her bondage anymore.”
“Too bad,” Dana answered.
“Zoet, we need you for the dragon. Rowenn, can you take over? Maybe you should carry Her Majesty.”
The alboran knightresses changed positions and brunette Rowenn  heaved the weakly struggling queen onto her shoulder, head to the rear. Playfully the knightress stroke a tanned buttock cheek, played a bit with the butt dildo. Penelopaj whimpered in her gag.
The friends moved on, avoiding the odd pair of guards. Otherwise there was no one around, it was already late in the evening, and most people seemed to be at the banquet Dana had overheard.
So they reached the Dragon base in the east wing of the large palace. Dana looked out a window, and was greeted by the sight of the nightly Labuggio, lit by thousands of lamps, many of them with colored light. The palace was situated to the west of the city on a hill, separated from it by a river at the hills foot.
She returned her attentions to the dragon base. It was a large stable, with boxes for 8 medium and 12 small dragons. 3 of the medium beasts and 8 of the small ones occupied boxes, they seemed all asleep.
Other areas contained equipment, tools and dragon fodder. It seemed like the larger beasts ate plants, while there was meat for the smaller, more agile dragons.
A door led to a sleeping chamber, where about 20 Zillagolas were sleeping on mats, clad only in loincloths. Probably the beasttenders.
In the stable, a girl in thick brown leatherclothing, a hood with mask dangling down her back, her black hair in a tight bun, spoke with two women in leathern loincloths and corsages.
“Bridle and saddle Stormdiver, I have an important message from the High Whip to deliver.”
“Immediately, Signolla dragonrider.”
Dana gestured in sign language to some of her friends. Zusha, Megan and Trish entered the sidechamber, armed with ropes and gags they had taken with them from the dungeon. They  quickly went to work on the sleeping dragontenders.
The two tenders in the stable turned to one of the fighter dragons. The young Aviatrix had mouthed a filter cigarette.
Dana and the others stepped into the room, Rowenn presented their royal captive. The three Zillogalas stopped dead in their tracks.
“Be quiet, no hasty movements. You two, make ready one of the larger beasts instead. And you, pretty flyer, catch that gag material and apply it.”
Out of reflex, the young Zillagola catched the three part latexa gag thrown to her. She looked down on it, it seemed she was more angered than afraid. Nonetheless, her blue painted lips sucked on the blonde filter of the unlit stick at her mouth.
She mumbled:
“If you hurt Her Majesty, you will be hunted down, and your end will not be pretty. I myself will…”
Dana interrupted her:
“You are a loyal follower of your queen, girl?”
“Yes I am, I have sworn to fight and even die for her if need be, and I stand to my oath.”
The young aviatrix stood there defiantly, her eyes blazing, they fixed on Dana.
“Very well, we don’t intend to cause your queen permanent harm. Her current predicament may even be beneficial for her. Your queen will soon need your service and loyalty. You can fly a medium dragon too?”
“Yes, but what…”
“Okay. Now, please, gag yourself, or we must overpower you by force. You are unarmed and rather small and slender. Is force really necessary?”
The girl stared at her, then at the queen. Angrily she took the cigarette from her lips and threw it away. She started to gag herself. As all three parts were applied, and sensational as well as psychological effects started to show, she let out a wild:
“UMMPPH! MMMUMMP!”
Dana smiled thinly and said:
“Now strip out of your flyer combination. You may leave your underwear on.”
Zoet approached Dana:
“No need for her to strip, her combination wont fit me, we Alboras are too tall and thin. I will do with some blankets and a mask and hood.”
“Very well, but I want her to strip nonetheless. Hidden weapons and such, and it will make her more susceptible to the ropes.”
A few minutes later, a medium dragon was ready, the two dragontenders had been bound and gagged and stored with the sleeping ones in the side chamber, who had all been gagged and tied up too, and Dana herself finished the last knots of the flyers bondage. The girl mewed heavily in her gag, struggled in the tight bonds. She was really pretty. Danas mood started to lighten. Out of an impulse, she loosened the aviatrixes hair bun.  Soft silk like curls flew down the girls roped tan back.
The friends boarded the baskets, taking queen Penelopaj and the aviatrix with them. Dana fetched the flyers combination and boots from the ground, handing them up to Zusha in the basket.
Sirf was handed over too. Zoet had climbed the neck of the beast and settled down in the saddle, taking up the reins.
Quickly, Dana moved over to the closed gates of the stable, opened them by pulling a large lever, and headed back for the dragon, while the large wooden gates opened behind her.
She climbed the ladder to the basket, slid in and closed the basket behind her after hauling the rope ladder in. The dragon screamed, its wings punished the air.
Dana looked out through a small opening. They left the stable, the beast dropped several feet in the air, but then, with fast, powerful beats of its wings, the dragon gained height, quickly leaving the palace hill and then the lights of Labuggio behind.

+++

“Well, well, my little queen.  Its time to sing a bit with this lovely voice of yours. “
“UMMPPFF! GMMSCH! UGGUMSCH!”
“Seems you are still quite hot. Do you like that, my gloved fingers at your nipples?
“UMMGGGMMMPPHH! MMMHHMMPPH!”
“Certainly looks that way. And these nice clit here, what about rubbing it a bit? Niyi, would you be so kind to assist me?”
Dana and Niyi went to work on Penelopaj, the queen lying on a blanket on the baskets floor.
The others were sitting cross legged in a circle, Tashmal rested in Marules lap, eating provision. The packaged flyer was in the circle too, kneeling and staring wide eyed at her queen, who looked very hot, bound and gagged. The girl had probably imagined her majesty more than once this way, maybe dreaming of rescuing her from such a situation.
Penelopaj squirmed and screamed in her gag for all she was worth. They brought her near to climax seven times. Finally, Dana asked:
“Will you talk now to get relieve?”
No one had ever nodded more emphatically than the young queen of Zillagoll. Her answers to the interrogation, as the gag was removed, were a bit erratic, and interrupted with moans, soft screams, begging and weeping.
After it was over, Dana regagged her thoroughly and let Niyi work on her for relief. The Zillagola cumed quickly and repeatedly, losing consciousness in the end.
Megan summarized:
“So, a group of women, fairskinned, darkhaired, maybe Gulanjas or Dacas from SouthEastArankalor, approached Penelopaj last fall. They offered her support in her war against the Mambakas if she hunted down Danadeva. They hinted at having made similar arrangements with other persons or powers in Arankalor. Here comes the Traders council of Tallavor in Liganor to mind, who send the Donna Bondas and our Niyi out to hunt down Dana. The strangers showed their magical powers and gifted Penelopaj large sums of good gold, Achaian or Tallavorian one.  The queen accepted.
The alien women were accompanied by two orcs, which were chained, but carried themselves proudly, so much so that Penelopaj grew suspicious about them. She found out that the magical powers came from one of the orcs. One of these powers was a dream bubble spell, making those who attacked us invisible to us in dreamworld. I suspect it has something to do with the fact that the casting orc is male.”
Sirf added in Danas mind:
“Altough that alone should not have been sufficient, as I and poor Kleer were male too and observed the dreams frequently.”
Dana didn’t respond to the tomcat, instead she listened to Tashmal, who said:
“Its custom in Daca to hold Orcs as pets or fighting slaves. So they were probably Dacas. The question is now, follow we up on this or do we continue going for the seals?”
The blonde answered:
“We will go for the seals. These women and their Orcs, obviously the real enemy trying to get me, will show themselves again, maybe more directly. I, and our whole group, will be the bait for them while we continue our quest.”
No one objected to that. On ending her statement, Dana threw her hair back and raised her head.  Sirf chuckled in her mind.
Megan continued now:
“Two of the women and the mage Orc remained in Labbuggio, but when we were captured and brought to the city, after this orc obviously had seen us in dreamworld, Penelopaj demanded they took action at the border to the Mambakas  as a payment for our capture. The queen expected them to return the next morning. As she had promised to hand Dana over to them, she wanted to spend the night with a session with our blonde beauty. We others were of no special interest to neither Penelopaj nor the strangers, so she gave us to this Libilaj.”
“The queen had been informed by the Alboran ambassador witch in Labbuggio about the danger from the male invasion, but she didn’t really believ it, as the alien women told her as she questioned them about it that there were seven magical seals and that all were in order. They claimed that what the Alboran witches had seen in the dreams only was a possibility of the future, not certain reality. This was sufficient for our sweet royal package to dismiss the whole story about males returning to Matria.”
Dana mouthed a Laxago, several of the others were smoking, the wood of the basket being so hard and thick there was no real danger of a fire, and mumbled thoughtfully:
“They probably tell that everyone they have employed. That hints at the strong possibility that they are ultimately themselves working for the males, and that our real enemy already knows about me and my importance for readjusting the seals.”
Niyi lit a match and offered it to Dana, who lit up with joy. The yellow skinned beauty mouthed a cigarette of her own and mumbled:
“May Niyi ask how the witches of Alba can be so sure its reality, this future? When we succeed in readjusting the seals, the invasion will never come about. “
Everyone starred at Niyi. Dana blew out smoke, took the Laxago between her fingers and said:
“Aaah… well… I must admit, that’s a good point.”
It was Trishs, the dreamwanderer witchs turn now. The white blonde girl had wept a lot because of Kleers death, and her face looked terrible, her make up in total disarray. Dana felt sorry for her. Trish gulped, cleared her throat and addressed Niyi:
“We have methods to discern very likely futures from unlikely ones. This one is very likely, at least to the point that we are sure that there are Males on another world plotting and preparing such an invasion. As the event is in the future, it can still be altered though.”
Niyi nodded thoughtfully, then lit her own cigarette. She went quiet again. Dana shook her head, suddenly she remembered she was basically only an inn maid, and all this here… she dismissed that thought, took another drag of smoke. Her eyes fell on the packaged young aviatrix, kneeling in their circle. The girl tried to follow the discussion, which had been held in zillagolish on purpose.
She wore no latexa apart from the gag, and no dildos, but gag and ropes and the sight of her beloved queen being sexinterrogated had aroused her considerably. Jiuce was dripping out of her pussy, her nipples were erect, and she mewed a bit in her gag.
Dana hesitated only shortly, then dragged the girl on the blanket beside the queen, untied her legs, spread them wide, and went to work with tongue and fingers on the young womans clit. The aviatrix quickly cumed and relaxed afterwards a bit in the bonds. The blonde retied her legs, helped her to a kneeling position in the circle again, and remove her three part gag.
The Zillagola licked her blue painted lips. Dana took a canteen of water and let her drink, than shoved a Laxago between these blue lips. The girl sucked inadvertently on the filter of the unlit cigarette. The blonde lit the captives cigarette, who smoked seemingly delighted.
“You have understood what we have said?”
The girls dark eyes were guarded, but she nodded slowly.
“Did you know about this male invasion?”
The aviatrix mumbled:
“No, I think nearly no one in Zillagol knows. But I understand why Her Majesty has acted like she did. We must drive the Mambakas from our sacred soil, and if offered mighty help, why should Her Majesty care for a blonde bitch from the Doranian Empire?”
Dana nodded to that. Somehow she liked this girl. She took the Zillagolas cigarette and ashed through a whole between two branches of the basket before giving the Laxago back to the eager lips of their captive.
“We will release you and your queen once we have left your country. It will be your duty to bring your Majesty back to safety. The queen of Zillagoll could make more than one fortune if sold as a slave. That we will release her without ado, may show that we have no sinister agenda. I would even go so far as to say I can understand your queens motives to a certain degree. “
“What do you think? Will she maybe listen to the Alboran ambassador witch now? Or even to you? Or will she return to her palace, full of rage and hatred, intend on revenge? Will she maybe even get rid of you as a witness of her humiliation?”
The girl nearly lost the cigarette in answering:
“I wouldn’t care if she does. I love her. I… “ she suddenly stopped cold,  reddening under her tan skin.
Dana had to smile:
“I already gathered that, young signolla. Very well, you will be on your own. Do what you must. Enjoy your cigarette, as customs demand, you will be gagged again when you have finished it.”
The ex- maid turned to the others:
“We will probably have to land somewhere in the morning.”
Rowenn said:
“Zoet can land near a plantation where the dragon can feast upon the crops. Then we can continue north to the Achaian border. If they find us and follow us on dragons, they wont attack us with their queen on board.”
It was Niyi again who said in her soft, low voice:
“If there are no internal enemies of the queen who see this as golden opportunity to get rid of her…”
“Wonderful…” Dana sighed.
But Niyis dark suspicion proved incorrect. They weren’t even found. In the evening of the following day, they reached the Achaian border, and shortly thereafter a town with a small dragon port, where they released the aviatrix. The girl donned her leather clothes again, climbed into the saddle of the dragon and guided it back into the sky, Penelopaj still in the basket, bound and gagged.
The friends looked after the dragon as it flew south.
Tashmal, who had regained her strength by now, took Danas hand, leaned herself against the blonde and said:
“My love, whats next?”
“Back to Thy-Web-Rell and the consell of the witches. One seal is readjusted, now its time to take care of the others…”