By Tashmal
A commission for “BoundBlackGirlLover”

“Its better to gag you, Jill.” Lisa said and took two white silk scarfs from a drawer.
Jill shuddered with pleasure in anticipation. She loved to be gagged, especially by her lover.
The two black girls were in their room in the living quarters of ST.MARY PRIVATE SCHOOL, an elite establishment for the education of young ladies, with very high school fees, assuring that only the rich could afford it for their daughters.
The best school in GATOR CITY, it had solely black skinned pupils as well as teachers, being a traditional institution believing in separating the races, and in GATOR CITY the majority of the population, around 70%, were Blacks.
Submissive Jill and her dominant roommate and lover Lisa were both 19, in their last year at ST.MARY.  They wore the obligatory school uniform, a white shirt, a short checkered skirt in blue, white socks and black shoes.
As it was the current fashion, both young beauties hair was smooth and very long, falling openly down to their waists. Fashion and custom demanded of a lady also to have a well made up face all the time, and Lisa and Jill, like most other pupils here, wanted to be ladies first of all. So, they wore dark red lipstick and had blue painted eyelids.
It was late fall, on a Monday evening. The weather outside was quite cold and windy, but it didn’t rain. Not that it mattered to pretty Lisa and Jill, who had not the slightest intention to leave their room tonight, instead determined to have some good sex.
Apart from loving each other, to the point that they wanted to marry after school, both fit well together in another respect: Jill was a submissive, fascinated with slavery, bondage, especially gags and longing for a strong mistress.
Lisa on the other hand was a natural dominant. She not only loved to be in control and have the upper hand in sex, but in real life too. She was captain of the field hockey team and head girl of the school, elected by more than two thirds of the pupils last spring.
The ebony skinned beauty approached her lover with the two silk scarfs now, folding one of them into a neat package.
“Open wide, honey.”
Jill shuddered with pleasure and did so, immediately having her mouth stuffed with the silk packing.
“MMPPFF!”
Lisa laid the second white scarf over Jills stuffed mouth and tied it off at the back of her lovers neck, while Jill held her long smooth black hair, which was very glossy, out of the way.
“MMMPPH, GMMMPPH!””
Jill produced some gag sounds, and Lisa said sternly:
“Seems you are well gagged, slut.”
The other girl loved to be called slut or slave or other pejoratives, so she shuddered again with pleasure. The gag made her hot quickly.
“Grip the edges of the table, slave!” Lisa ordered.
Her submissive lover obeyed, turning away from Lisa and gripping the edges of the wooden table the girls normally did their homework on or wrote to their families.
“UMMMPHH! MMMMPPHH UMMMPPFF!”
Jill screamed into the gag, extremely hotted. Apart from being loved by Jill, the gag too served the purpose not to disturb other pupils in nearby rooms, as the beauty used to scream quite loudly in sexual pleasure.
Later, when Jill would have had her share, she would lick and kiss Lisas clit, guided by her commands.
This was the usual way the girls had sex. Jill preferred to do it in their uniforms, as this way she could pretend in her fantasy that she had been overpowered and were taken.
The young Nubian beauty felt her first orgasm of the night coming. Oh, how she loved it!



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Florence Stash, “Flo” to her partner and her friends, was one very tough and proud Nubian lady. Very tall, well muscled and fit body, she had patrolled the streets of GATOR CITY for several years as one of GATORS finest, chasing bank robbers and helping to hold up law and order in the big city.
She had left the city police and joined a private security firm, because the pay was much better, and she and her companion wanted to save money for an own house.
Florence did her current duty at ST. Mary School for one and a half year now. It was an easy job, never anything happened here, and she liked the hot glances the older pupils and the teachers send her, admiring her perfect, trained body and her beautiful face, not to mention her very large breasts.
Tonight she had patrolled the perimeter of the school, while Kristen, her partner, a tall and muscled Nubian beauty too, had controlled the corridors and rooms of the buildings.
Clad in her uniform, a white shirt, dark blue skirt, shiny black boots to just below her knees and a peaked cap with the emblem of the security firm, her sheriff star prominent on her shirt above her right breast, she entered the schools main building again, taking off her wide cloak of dark blue leather and folding it over her right arm.
She headed for the guard post, whistling a popular melody. Arriving at the room, she found that Kristen was already there, pouring herself some coffee, her waist long black hair in a big bun at the back of her head. Florences own hair, very long and smooth too as it was fashion at the moment, was tied into a strict plait falling down her back.
“Anything to report?” Florence asked.
“Nope,” her partner replied flatly and poured Florence some coffee too. Florence put her cloak over a chair and took her Marlboro pack from the table, offering it to Kristen, who smiled and took one, mouthing it.
Florence shoved a filtered stick between her own bright red lips and reached for her matches on the table. The contact of the blonde filter with her soft lips immediately watered the tall beauties love tube and she sucked inadvertently on the unlit cigarette.
Lighting a match, she offered it to Kristen, who leaned forward to light up. Both Nubian ladies were fully concentrated on the small flame, as a voice said coolly:
“Don’t move. No sound.”
Perplexed, they looked up and over to the door. In the entrance, two fair skinned ladies stood, clad in black leather catsuits, their blonde and brown hair in ponytails. They held guns with silencers in their hands, pointed directly at the two black cops.
“Drop you weapon belts. Obey and live, don’t and die.”
Florence and Kristen changed a glance, the unlit Marlboros still at their lips. There was no other option than to obey. Both beauties opened their weapon belts and let them slid down to the floor.
“Good girls,” the speaker of the attackers, the blonde one, said.
“Now put off your shirts and skirts. Quickly.”
Fuming with rage, both black women obeyed.
“Fine, now panties and bras. Good. Fold the panties and stuff them into your mouths.”
Naked save for their boots, the two beautiful luscious beauties did that too, dropping the cigarettes, opening their mouths and shoving their own folded panties in.
“Nice. Now turn your backs to us and put your arms on your backs.”
When the two Nubian ladies had done that too, two more white women in black catsuits entered, quickly seizing the cops from behind and starting to tie them up strictly with white rope.
Florence felt her elbows tied together, which forced her large breasts out. She grunted into the panties gagging her.
Her wrists were tied together next. A very broad, thick white cotton band was laid over her stuffed mouth and pulled back. It was tied off at the back of her neck, very tightly so.
“UMMPPHH! MMPPH!” she couldn’t supress these surprised sounds.
Kristen beside her had been gagged the same way, and she mewed into her muffling gag too.
The catsuit women continued to tie the two Nubians up. Loops of rope tied their arms to their bodies, above and below the breasts and around their waists. Each loop was cinched very tight, cutting deeply into their black skin. The two cops were very rudely handled, like postal packages.
They groaned into the gags and struggled. When finished with the binding, their captors pulled at the end of a rope, and suddenly all loops of the bondage tightened even more.
“UMMPHH! MMPPH! MMFF!”
Looking over to Kristen, she saw that her partner had lost a considerable amount of juice too. Their dark eyes met, Florence saw in Kristens eyes the same mixture of surprise, horror and arousal she felt herself.
Both had their legs tied next. The white rope contrasted nicely with their smooth ebony skin as well as with the shiny black of their boots.
Their bondage complete, the two black beauties were forced onto their knees. They struggled in the tight ropes, testing them, trying instinctively to get free. Being both very proud and both dominant in sex, they were not accustomed to their treatment and were not willing to just be docile.
They wriggled mightily, groaning into the gags. Their well defined muscles moved under their ebony skin, sweat appeared on their body and limbs. Soon their skin was covered in a fine film of sweat, letting it look all shiny. But their struggling was to no avail. They couldn’t wriggle free, let alone break the ropes. They threw their heads back, their long black manes flying about.
Florence was perplexed she couldn’t get free, not realizing it wouldn’t have done her any good as she would have just be bound again by the captors.
Being completely helpless, unable to speak too because of the gag, the Nubian lady found herself in a situation she never had to deal with before. What was more, to her horror she realized it aroused her mightily to be a helpless package. Especially the gag made her very hot. Looking over the Kristen kneeling to her right, she saw her partner and friend being very hotted too.
Three of the attackers now left the room, one remained and sat down on a chair. While the white woman in the catsuit lit a cigarette, Florence tried to come to terms with her arousal and its causes – and failed.
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The five riders returned to the stable from their long evening ride. The school had over 40 horses and a large stable. In the north of the areal, there was a large park suited very well for riding. A luxury in the center of a big city, but the school and its grounds were old, the city had grown around it over time. The park was surrounded with a high fence, to keep people outside.
The young woman and the four teenagers dismounted and led their horses into the stables. All five were Nubians, all were wearing an equestrienne outfit, black shiny boots, skin tight white jodhpurs, white shirts, a dark blue jacket and a black riders cap. Their black hair was tied into buns, ponytails or plaits.
The woman, she was 24 and the riding teacher of the school, ordered her pupils to care to the horses. While the girls did this, the teacher, her hair in a bun, left the stable again and headed for the adjourning small building. The young Nubian girls looked after her shortly, then resumed their horse caring. When all saddles and bridles had been removed and the horses were in their boxes, the four young beauties, all 19 years old and in their last year here, entered a small break room at the side of the stable and drank soft drinks. They produced cigarettes too and mouthed them.
Every girl was in a good mood. They loved to ride, and it was a privilege that they were allowed to accompany the teacher, Alexa Raven, who was admired and loved by all of them.
Laughing and joking, they were about to lit up their filter cigarettes, when a cold voice suddenly said from the door:
“Don’t move. No sound.”  
In total surprise, all four Nubian teenagers looked over, their dark eyes wide and the unlit filter cigarettes dangling from their suddenly slack lips.
3 white skinned women in black leather catsuits stood in the door. They held silenced guns, pointing them at the young equestriennes.
The speaker, a blonde woman, said:
“Obey and live, don’t and die. Take the silk scarfs from your necks and fold them into balls. Stuff your mouths with them.”
Terrified, the girls obeyed, dropping the cigarettes and gagging themselves with their own scarfs.
All four mewed inadvertently into the packings.
“Good girls. Now put off your jackets and your shirts.”
The girls hesitated, and the blonde raised her gun. All four teenagers now hastened to obey.
“So its nice. Now the bras.”
This time, the black pupils obeyed immediately, revealing their well formed breasts.
“Turn your backs to us and put your arms behind you.”
The other two white women came forward and tied the elbows of two girls together, then their wrists, just above their shiny black short gloves. They repeated the binding of elbows and wrists with the two other girls.
Next, the first two had their gags sealed and reinforced with the broad, thick, white cotton bands  already used on the two security guards a while earlier, followed by the other pair of equestriennes. All four were now well gagged, the broad wide bands covering their lower faces being a sharp contrast to their ebony skin.
The girls couldn’t help but mew into the muffling gags, looking wide eyed at each other.
Their arms were tied to the bodies next, the same way the cops, Florence and Kristen, had been bound, above and below the bosom and around the waist. The ropework was finally tightened by pulling at the end of a rope, and all four Nubian teens screamed into their gags and felt their love honey leave their pussies and assemble in their silken panties.
After their booted legs had been tied too, at ankles, below and above the knees and at the middle of their tighs, they were forcefully knelt. They exchanged glances, struggled uselessly and mewed pointlessly into their gags. Three of the girls were submissives, and they were despite their fear very much hotted by ropes and gags. The fourth girl was dominant, but to her own big surprise, she felt very aroused by her predicament too, struggling and mewing into her gag just like the three others.
The captors removed the captives equestrienne caps and freed their tied hair manes. The girls started to throw their hair about, it being waist long on all four – as said the dominant hair fashion at the moment.
After all had struggled for a while, facing the wall, the dominant girl, her name was Zoe, she being a close friend of Lisa which we met in the first scene, apart from riding being in the hockey team too, the best striker not only of the school team, but of all school teams of GATOR CITY, turned her head and looked back.
Two of the captors were gone. Only one was still present, leaning seemingly relaxed against a wall near the door, her arms folded under her breasts. Zoes and the white womans gazes met, the catsuit woman smiled thinly. Zoe was suddenly even more aware of her own arousal, and she couldn’t help but let out another muffled scream into her tight gag.
The white skinned womans smile broadened.
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In the meantime, Jill had cumed several times, still standing against the tables, gripping its edges, still gagged.
Her dominant lover said:
“Thats hot, really. I hope you enjoy it too, sugarmouth. But judging by your gag talk you do. Lets have a shot break, I need a smoke. But don’t worry babe, the dildo wont leave you.”
“UMMPPH!”
Lisa reached out for a pack of Lucky Strikes on the table, shoved a filter cigarette between her lips, moaned slightly in need and pleasure when the blonde filter met her soft, delicate lips, and reached for her matches.
“MMMPPH, MMMPHH!”
“What? You want a smoke too?” Lisa mumbled.
Jill nodded, emphasizing it with more gag sounds. Lisa giggled and mumbled:
“Well, too bad you are gagged, isn’t it? In case no one told you before, you cant smoke while gagged, honey.”
With that, Jill heard her lover lit a match. Suddenly, the door to their room opened, and two fair skinned women in black leather catsuits entered very quickly. The silenced guns in their hands pointed directly on the two Nubian lovers.
Jill screamed in fear, while Lisa remained cool, obviously overcoming her surprise very quickly.
One of the woman with only chin length dark hair and green eyes said:
“No sound, don’t move. Obey and live, don’t and die.”
Lisa nodded slowly, even had the coolness to lit her cigarette.  
In a low voice, she mumbled:
“Is this an abduction? You don’t mind if I smoke, do you?”
She blew out smoke around the Lucky still between her lips.
“Smoke quickly girl, you don’t have much time for it. And, yes, this is an abduction. Move away from your lover, slowly so. No hasty movements. If you scream, I will shoot.”
“Understood,” Lisa mumbled and retreated from Jill.
The darkhaired White ordered:
“Remove your shirt and bra.”
The Nubian teenager beauty obeyed, to Jills surprise still obviously being totally cool.
While removing the strap-on and putting off her shirt and bra, Lisa had the Lucky still at the lips, taking drags from time to time.
Jill admired her lover for her calm and cool behavior.
“You there, submissive one. Remove your shirt and bra as well.”
The black girl obeyed. At the same time, the second white woman seized Lisa and tied her elbows together behind her back. Lisas bare breasts were forced out, she took a heavy drag on her cigarette, her only visible reaction. The dominant Nubians wrists were tied next.
The dark haired and green eyed abductor approached Jill, putting her gun into a holster at her hip. Jills was tied at elbows and wrists too.
“How nice that you are already so well gagged, little girl,” the woman said and grinned down on her, being a full head taller than the Nubian teenager.
Jill looked over to Lisa. Her captor took the cigarette from Lisas lips and dropped it into an ashtray. Now it was Lisas turn to get gagged. The abductor reached under her skirt and removed Lisas panties folding them into a ball. The Nubian beauty had her mouth stuffed with her own panties. One of the broad, thick, white cotton bands sealed and reinforced the gag. Lisa remained quiet and calm, not making a single sound into the gag.
The two Whites now completed the bondage by tying the arms of the two girls to their naked upper bodies. Jill mewed into her tight gag while she was so strictly roped, but Lisa again remained silent.
The dark haired White grinned again and said to Lisa:
“You are a tough one, young Miss. But it seems your treatment already had an effect on you nonetheless. Its always much more fun to drill a tough dominant one. The pleasure when they are finally subdued is much greater.”
Lisa stared at her, letting out another groan into her gag. Then she threw her head back, her long glossy black hair flying behind her like a banner in the wind. She seemingly managed to control herself again, now again silent and unmoving.
Not so Jill, who was struggling and mewing into her gag.
“Fine, lets go. We will leave the room. You two will precede us.  Don’t try anything stupid, we still can kill you in an instant. Understood?”
Both Nubians nodded.
The abductors and their two captives left the room and entered the corridor.  They turned left and marched for a while, until the girls were ordered to stop before the door to another living quarter of two girls.
One abductor opened the door and the captives were ordered to enter. Inside were four other black pupils of the last class before graduation, all four with nude upper bodies, strictly roped the same way as Jill and Lisa, and gagged as Lisa. Those four girls had their legs tied too, they were sitting on chairs. A third catsuit woman with white skin guarded them.
Without delay or a word being spoken, the abductors untied the legs of the four sitting beauties, and the dark haired White ordered the four to join Lisa and Jill.
All six ebony skinned packages had to leave the room and march, in pairs side by side, along the corridors. One abductor was preceding them, the other two followed at the end of the procession, silenced guns drawn.
Sudenly, steps could be heard in the corridors farther ahead. Most pupils, especially the younger ones, as well as most teachers and staff personnel of the school would now be in the church to the east of the main building, celebrating the evening mass, the School being traditionally quite religious.
Pupils over 18 had not to attend the mass if they choose so. And so, all pupils still left in the main building were of legal age.
The abductor in front moved quickly like a panther out of the jungle, vanishing in another corridor to the left. Only seconds later, from a corridor to the right only a few meters ahead of the packed girls, a teacher appeared, turning into their direction.
It was Mrs. Michelle Lawson, teacher of Mathematics, 29 years old. She wore a black business suit, white shirt, a red neck tie, a black skirt and a white pantyhose, plus black glossy shoes. Her hair was in a high tower above her head.
Her big dark eyes widened behind her glasses as she saw the six packaged pupils and the two white skinned women behind them. But before she could do anything, the third abductor appeared behind her like a ghost, seizing her and putting a gloved hand over her mouth.
“MMMPPH!” Mrs. Lawson made and struggled. One of the other two Whites came forward and helped her colleague to secure the black lady like the teenagers.  She got a gag out of her own panties and a broad white cotton band, was stripped down to her hips, and tightly tied with white rope exactly the same way as the young girls, who watched it in horror.
Mrs. Lawson struggled during the process and screamed into the gag, but to no avail. Soon, she was a package like her pupils.
The dark haired abductor said:
“So much for that. Lets continue on our way. Hopefully we wont encounter more bitches, our rope supply is limited.”
The two other Whites laughed as if she had made a good joke.
“Well, move, bitch!” she said to Mrs. Lawson and hit her with the flat hand on a buttock cheek.
“UMMPH!”
The helpless teacher started marching, the captured girls following.
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After entering the small house near the stables, Alexa, the young riding teacher, went upstairs to her living room. In fact, this house was hers, it being traditionally the home of the schools riding teacher.
The Nubian beauty lived alone, having taken up the job here two years ago after a failed marriage and an ugly divorce from her former female companion, an Asian girl working on the stock exchange of GATOR CITY.
Alexa headed to her phone and dialed the number of her mothers. Her second mother answered. The black lady asked about the well being of her first mother, those who had born her 24 years ago.
She had a grave illness and was in hospital, their mothers living in another city to the east several hundred miles away. On hearing that her first mothers situation was unchanged, she promised to visit next weekend and hung up.
The black beauty sighed, mouthed a filter cigarette from a Pall Mall Blue pack, lit it, and enjoyed her smoke, slowly wandering about in her living room. After finishing thesmoke and killing the butt in an ashtray, she left the house again and headed back to the stables.
She shivered a bit in the cold late evening air, but was deep in thought, concerned about her birth mother. On entering the stables, she heard an alien female voice say:
“Struggle all you want girls. And chew on those gags. It wont do you any good at all. Cant understand why you all just don’t be calm and silent. Perhaps you are hot about your bondage?”
Alexa stopped dead in her tracks. The voice came from the break room at the side, and she now could her girls mewing into gags too. Suddenly all disturbing thoughts about her mother forgotten, she silently sneaked to the door of the room, which was ajar. Very carefully, she looked into the room. Her for equestrienne pupils were kneeling at the opposite wall, facing it. Their upper bodies were nude, they were tied up with much wide rope. She could see the back of their gags under their hair, the two tails of the gag bands sticking out of their manes. They were struggling and working the gags. Behind them stood a woman with white skin in a black leather catsuit, a silenced gun in a holster at her hip. She was continuing to mock the captives.
Alexa didn’t hesitate. Without a sound, she slid in. Her former companion had had the black belt in karate, and she herself had learned the combat art too. At least one positive result of this marriage, she thought dryly, before acting.
The catsuit woman was totally taken by surprise. The edge of Alexas hand hit her at the back of the neck, she sighed weakly and fell to the ground, unconscious. The riding teacher ignored the suddenly very agitated packaged teenagers and took the gun from the abductors holster, tucking it under the belt of her jodhpurs. She searched the bag the White had with her, found white ropes and gag materials, and took a coil of rope to tie the woman up.
The gag mewing of the four young Nubians even grew in intensity, but she still ignored them.
That was a mistake, as the girls had tried to warn her. Suddenly she felt the muzzle of a gun at her back.
“Don’t move, no sound. Obey and live, don’t and die.”
Alexa suppressed a curse. She thought of her options, planned a quick attack on the woman threatening her, but there was a second one, and this white bitch put her gun to the head of one of the helpless girls. The bitch, a blonde, said coldly:
“Don’t even think of it, young lady.”
Fuming inwardly with rage, Alexa nodded slowly. This blonde White took matters in hand now. Alexa was ordered to drop the gun from her belt, to kneel and to remove her jacket, skirt, bra and riding cap. When wearing only jodhpurs, boots and short gloves, she had her arms bound at elbows and wrists. A siken scarf was shoved into her mouth, a broad, thick white cotton band reinforced and sealed the gag, being tied of tightly at the back of her delicate neck, the band cutting into her soft cheeks.
Ropework and gag were very effective and secure. She immediately knew she wouldn’t get loose on her own. There was another problem. Despite being a cool, strong lady on the outside, in the bedroom she was a submissive, and strict bondage always made her hot very quickly. So, despite the grave situation, the tight gag and the ropes made her very horny, and the sight of her packaged pupils was hot for her too. In fact, this here was even her favourite fantasy becoming true, she packaged and abducted together with her pupils.
But fantasy and reality were two different things. This here was no fun game. So, she tried to fight her hotness, but her attempt was cut short when her ropes all tightened suddenly. That felt so hot that she screamed wildly into her gag.
The blonde bitch looked down on her and said:
“Lookie here, the tough karate gal is easily hotted like all the others. What a surprise.”
She opened Alexas tied hair and let it fell openly to her waist like a cascade of glossy, smooth black water.
Alexa could only star impotently back, not being able to hold back her heavy mewing into her muffling gag.
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The abductors left the main building with their seven ebony skinned packages and headed in the darkness of the late fall evening over to the horse stables. Jill, going beside Lisa, still working her gag, could hear the singing coming from the church. Tears appeared in her dark beautiful eyes. She fought them back. For once, she wanted to be as brave as her lover Lisa, who was still cool and silent, at least on the outside.
The group reached the stables and entered. In the break room, the captives saw to their horror yet more victims of the abductors. Riding teacher Alexa and for more adult pupils were kneeling on the floor in a semicircle, facing the door and the newcomers. All five were nude save for boots and jodhpurs, and bound and gagged the same way as Jill and her group.
The abductors ordered Jills group to kneel down too, enlarging the semicircle of kneeling packaged black beauties.
The know 12 captives knelt there for some minutes while the abductors, now six in all, smoked cigarettes and spoke in a foreign language Jill didn’t understand.
Then she heard more people coming. Two more white catsuit women entered, with them the two security guards of the school, Florence and Kristen, they too bound and gagged and obviously as helpless as the others. The two cops struggled in their bonds. They were completely nude save for their black boots, their ebony skin shiny by a film of sweat. They were mewing very heavily into their gags, their eyes wide, their expressions showed perplexed helplessness and arousal.
Jill couldn’t believe these two proud, tough cops had been subdued too and were now behaving like hotted submissives. Aghast, she stared at them while they had to kneel too.
Ten more minutes passed. All packages looked up as yet more steps become audible. Two more persons entered the room. All 14 bound and gagged Nubian beauties looked in total surprise at the newcomers.
They were Cora and Lilith, two classmates of Jill and the other pupils among the captives. The two Nubian teenagers were lovers sharing a room like Lisa and Jill, but strangely, both were dominant. For sex, different third girls joined them at night, always submissives. Those had told the others Cora and Lilith were very cruel mistresses, obviously getting pleasure from hurting and humiliating others. Despite this, there were always submissive girls willing to join them in the sheets.
Jill didn’t like the pair the least. They were arrogant, self centered bitches. Now these two smiled broadly down on the kneeling beauties.
Cora threw back her waist long glossy black mane and beamed:
“Looks like you have gotten them all, Mistress X.”
The blonde leadress of the Whites nodded and smiled:
“The whole operation would not have been possible without your help. The photos and infos you provided on the merchandise, the schedules of the guards, the plans of the buildings interiors, the keys to all rooms… your support was crucial to the mission.”
Lilith said cooly:
“We know that. And we are here to receive our money as planned.”
Cora added:
“And to see all those dumb, horny bitches well packaged and hear them scream into their gags in need of an orgasm they wont get.”
“Nicely put,” the blonde smiled.
She turned to one of her minions:
“Get the money.”
The woman left the room but reappeared a minute later, carrying a business suitcase, putting it on the small table in the room. Hastily, Cora and Lilith approached, and Cora opened it with flying fingers.
Jill could see it was filled with banknotes. Cora and Lilith stared at the money with brightly shining eyes, not hiding their greed the least.
“Okay, before bringing these packaged sluts out of here, what about a smoke to celebrate our success?” the blonde said and produced her Marlboro pack, putting a filtered stick between her lips before offering the Marlboros to Cora and Lilith.
Avidly both Nubian beauties took one and shoved them between their lips, immediately sucking on the blonde filters of the unlit sticks.
The blonde took a matchbox and said:
“These pretty sluts are really a hot sight, packaged as they are, don’t you agree?”
“Sure,” Cora mumbled, and added: “Hey, what about a light?”
Lilith mumbled:
“Yes, a light, quick, mmmh!”
“I think you two would look very well packaged too. Care to join the others?”
“What?” blurted Cora, the unlit Marlboro dancing up and down at her lips. Lilith just stared at the blonde with a perplexed expression.
“Well, its quite easy. We never leave witnesses behind. You two fit the merchandise parameters perfectly, Nubians, young, beautiful, healthy and fit. That you have a very nasty character, both of you, doesn’t matter at all where you go, as you will be permanently gagged and restrained anyway.”
“No…” Cora mumbled, while Lilith took a step back and looked wildly about.
“Enough of this farce. Package them.” The blonde ordered, and no less than six white women descended on the two black teenagers.
As they were quickly stripped to their hips, bound and gagged like the other girls, Jill watched intently, not being able to suppress her satisfaction with the latest developments. The evil bitches had had it coming.
When Cora and Lilith had been turned into packages too, wildly struggling and screaming into their gags, Jill realized that nothing had changed for the better. They were now 16 helpless Nubian packages, and the eight abductors totally in control of the situation.
She exchanged a glance with Lisa kneeling to her left. What would happen next?  How did the Whites plan to get their captives out of the school? And then through the city around it to whatever destination?
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Alexa tried to keep calm and suppress her hotness while the abductors untied the legs of those packages who had them bound.
The blonde chief bitch announced:
“Listen captives, we will now change your gags. You will be able to make more noise in them, as they will have no stuffing filling your pretty mouths. But I advise you to keep quiet when you march through the city. We will take you out in pairs, and four of us will accompany each pair. Your bondage and nudeness will be hidden under cloaks closed before your breasts and bellies. It comes in very handy that those cloaks are top fashion in your country nowadays and that its not unusual to keep the arms inside while going about outside in cold, windy weather.
If you try to flee, alert passersby or doing something else stupid that could come to your mind, you, as well as the other girl of your pair, will immediately be shot with our silenced guns, which we will, like the ropes binding you, hide under cloaks. I assume you don’t want to die, and I don’t want you to die too, so lets cooperate and bring this phase of the operation behind us without incident.
You will be gagged with strips of clear see-through tape. In the darkness, no one in the streets will notice you are gagged. Furthermore, we will make round holes into the gags centers above your lips.
The march will take only about three to four minutes. Before leaving the grounds of the school and entering the streets, we will put cigarettes through these holes and lit them. You can smoke them, you just have to blew out the smoke through the nose.
Its obvious, seemingly, that no one can smoke while gagged, so, this will further ensure no one realizes that you are gagged at all.
As a side effect, you will all get a smoke, which you probably all need. Try to enjoy it, you wont smoke during the next days.”
Alexa exchanged glances with some of the other captives. This was a devilish plan that would probably work. Helpless as she was, she could only wait, watching as one Nubian beauty after the other was ungagged and had her mouth taped shut was a broad strip of clear see-through tape.
When it was her turn, she wanted to say something when her gag was gone, starting:
“You…mmmpph!”
The see-through tape was applied immediately and she was silenced again. When all had the new gags, which were really hard to see even in the bright light in the room, the abductors made small holes into the gags with eyeliners at the center of the black beauties lips.
The blonde had changed her mind slightly, and every package had already now a cigarette shoved through the tape gag until it stuck firmly between her lips.
As Alexa got her cigarette, she couldn’t help but suck on it, thinking: You probably wanted to see us all that way. We look pretty dumb and grotesque with the cigarettes in the gags. I will get you bitch, I promise.
The blonde looked around and announced:
“The two cops and our little Karate girl here,” she patted the furious Alexa on the head, “ are potentially the most dangerous, so the first pair will be Karate girl and one of the guards. Lets go.”
Alexa and the cop Florence were helped up, and cloaks were put on their shoulders, before being fastened with buttstraps over their breasts and bellies. The cloaks hid their upper bodies and the ropes there completely, falling down to below their knees.
All captives still wore their boots or shoes, so no one could see that something was wrong.
Florence and Alexa were ordered to move, and they marched out of the room, two abductors preceding them, two behind them, all four in cloaks hiding their catsuits now too.
The group headed out of the stables, crossed the open ground, and entered a small wood in the west of the School area, until reaching a small side gate in the high fence separating the school from the city on the other side.
With a key which surely the two traitresses had provided, the gate was opened, and the packages ordered to proceed. Before going, the Whites lit the cigarettes in the gags of the two black beauties.
Angrily Alexa realized that the blonde bitch had been right. She really needed a smoke. So she took the first deep drag, blewing out the smoke through her pretty nose. Uff, that was really good.
Florence seemed to enjoy her cigarette too. In the darkness, Alexa couldn’t make out the clear tape in the cops face, despite they standing shoulder to shoulder.
The goup entered the street on the other side. Many cars were parked here, on the opposite street side many high office buildings were located, with shops on the ground level. The shops were closed now, but the display windows were well lit.
The abductors had the nerve to cross from the only dimly lit side of the street to the other with their captives, strolling with them along the brightly lit windows.
Several passersby were about, mainly Nubians, but Whites, Asians and Hispanics too. As said, the majority of inhabitants of GATOR CITY were black women, but all other races lived here too.
Most wore cloaks like the abductors and the captives, their arms inside, the cloaks closed in front.
Only a few send more than a short glance to the group. The four abductors had lit cigarettes too, and everyone only saw six women, four Whites and two Blacks all in cloaks, smoking while walking along the street.
Alexa knew she had no chance to alert someone. Naturally she didn’t want to be killed, and Florence would be killed along with her if she did something stupid.
And so, she, as well as Florence, walked along, smoking her Marlboro in the gag and still fighting with her hotness, to which just another element had been added by the march in public while roped up under the cloak unbeknownst to onlookers.
The group turned right at a corner, entering another street with office buildings and shops on ground level, this time on both street sides. People were about here too, put no one really paid them attention.
After one or two minutes, they stopped at one of the buildings at the right side. The abductors killed their cigarettes under their boots, removed the sticks out of Alexas and Florences gags and exstinguished them on the street too, and entered the building through the main door, which one of them had opened with a key.
The lobby was dimly lit and empty. They took the stairs to one side and climbed up to the second level. Among the offices here, there was located a dancing studio, which was the destination of the walk. The Whites and the pair of Nubian packages entered and proceeded to the dancing room.
A woman was waiting there, another blonde White in a silken red dress.
“Seems everything is going according to plan,” she greeted the other whites, showing a thin smile while her blue eyes scanned the two helpless Nubians.
“Yes, everything is alright. Here are the first two.”
Alexa and Florence were put to their knees, backs to a wall. Without delay, the four abductors left, only the White in the red dress remaining behind with the kneeling black beauties.
While the riding teacher managed to remain relatively calm, Florence had bigger problems with that, struggling mightily again and mewing into her see-through tape gag.
The blonde approached  them and removed their cloaks.
“Ahh, beautiful bodies. The white ropes look wonderful on your ebony skin, sluts. You will receive av warm welcome by your new masters.”
“MMPPHH!” Alexa made at that. So, they wanted to sell them into a phallocratic country! Being a slave to males was the most cruel and terrifying thing a woman could think off.
The riding teacher lost her relative calmness and started to struggle in her bonds again like Florence did.
A slave to males, NO, please not! Alexa thought in horror.
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Florence the security guard wriggled in her bonds, her ebony skin covered in shiny sweat. It was impossible to get loose, but she still couldn’t cease struggling.
Meanwhile, all 16 helpless captives had been smuggled out of the school in public, and were now kneeling at the wall of the dancing room, facing the room, backs to the wall. The cloaks had been removed, and the 8 abductors plus the White in red were busy changing the black girls gags again. Wads of white cotton, soaked in lustcream, were stuffed into each girls mouth after the tape had been removed, and were secured, sealed and reinforced with the broad, thick white cotton bands again, tied off at the back of the girls necks under their black hair manes, the two tails of the gags sticking out between the hair.
When Florences gag was changed too, she felt to her horror that she reacted extremely strong to the lustcream, her already aroused body screaming for sexual relief with every fiber.
The blonde leadress of the Whites ordered:
“Lets ready them for transport. Time to add the last elements of their packaging. We will start with the two cops.”
Florence and Kristen were seized and conducted to the large, broad table before the window. The curtains of the large window were drawn, so no one in the opposite building could see what was going on here.
“UMMPPH! MMMPPH!”
Florence and Kristen wriggled impotently, screamed into their gags yet again. The fourteen other captives stared at them, having observed the double stuffing, knowing they would all get the same treatment.
The two Nubians were seized at the shoulders and were dragged over to two chairs. They were sat down and fastened to the chairs with leather straps.
Shaving cream was applied to their black hair, and horrified even more, Florence realized the Whites would shave their heads.
While this was done, and the long black manes of the two Nubian beauties fell to the floor around the chairs, two more captives, the teachers Alexa and Michelle, were guided to the table and got their double dildos.
Florence was hotted yet more by the huge dildos in her pussy and butt. She couldn’t help but try to milk them for an orgasm, without success. Helplessly she starred into a nearby mirror, seeing her now bald head. She exchanged a wide eyed glance with Kristen beside her, who was bald now too.
The Whites applied oil to their bald black heads and massaged it in. The ebony skin on their skulls became very shiny, looking like polished boots. The white gags and the bald heads emphasized their dark eyes with the blue painted eyelids very much.
The head shaving had added yet another element to Florences hotness, who had by now realized she wasn’t dominant at all, but in truth very submissive.
In the background, two of the abductors had been busy all the time carrying large white plastic crates into the room, putting them to one side.
Now Florence and Kristen were released from the chairs and carried at shoulders and ankles over to the crates. Two of them were opened and the two struggling Nubian packages were put into them. There were white leather straps inside, with which the packages were secured additionally inside the crates. Before the crates were closed again, Florence could see the next two captives, two of the pupils, being led forth, while Alexa and Michelle, the two teachers, sat on the chairs and had their heads shaved.
Her crate was closed. In the darkness, Florence struggled and groaned into the muffling gag, but there was no way out – she had been packaged for shipment.
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Jill screamed into her gag and threw her waist long hair about as she was guided to the table, Lisa beside her. The two young lovers were the last pair to be balded and put into creates, all 14 other Nubian beauties already packaged for shipment.
Jill saw that Lisa at her side had by now realized there was no escape. The cool dominant girl was finally losing it. She started to struggle in the ropes binding her and to mew into her gag like all the others.
While their legs were tied, they stared at each other, and Jill saw that even Lisa was extremely aroused by her treatment.
They were dragged to the chairs and had their heads shaved and polished with oil.
It is for real, we will all become slaves of cruel males in a far away land, Jill thought and fought her panic. She and Lisa struggled mightily and again screamed into the muffling gags.
There was no way out. Both were carried over to the crates, each were put in one, fastened with straps, and their crates were closed.  
Jill could only wait till they reached their destination, hotted and helpless as she was, trying to milk her dildos.
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Their work done, the abductors opened cans of soft drinks and lit cigarettes.
The blonde leadress headed over to the window, to a phone on the window bench. She took the receiver, dialed a number and waited. After a while she said calmly into the phone:
“Regarding your Nubian order. The merchandise is ready for shipment. 16 items, all meeting the specifications.”
A pause, then she continued:
“It was a pleasure as always to do business with you. We are looking forward to the next order. Good by.”