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Up is down, by Hans Zimmer, At worlds end OST  
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Tashmal rolled away from Dana in her sleep. The blonde noticed it only barely, as she was herself drifting into a dream.  She was tired and wished the journey would end. Had she loved riding? That was perhaps a thing of the past. And a bed, she thought she could kill for a bed, or a hot bath, or... well.
It was the 9th night after the battle between elves and orcs. Horsh had told them neither side had really won it. It had been very bloody and the result had been a draw out of exhaustion. Neither Orcs nor elves had followed them further.
The unit was riding south since then, to leave the Rukuros and reach the  Wozhat Omka Sverdi. The days had been uneventful, apart from one morning when a pack of bipedestrial dragons had attacked them and killed one Tra Ka Dar and three horses before dying themselves to the last beast.
Danas thoughts lost focus. She stood in the hall of the Rondakian seal again. The elve was there. It was talking. The blonde tried to understand, but somehow she didnt get the meaning. She was sure if she only listened more intently, then...
It was the third time she had had this dream. She was sure it was important somehow, but... she woke up.
Someone was sitting on her, pinning her arms to her sides with her legs. A wild face, red brown skin with black paintings, stared down on her. In a reflex, she opened her mouth to scream, and immediately a huge gag packing of folded suede was shoved into her oral orifice.
“Ummmpph! MMMPPGGGSCH!”
Fingers worked the material deeper in, stuffing her cheeks. Dana groaned. There was a second woman, tying up her legs. She looked after Tashmal. Two more savages were binding and gagging her lover too.
A gag strap out of suede was forced between her teeth, drawn back, tied of at the back of her neck. Dana groaned again. The gagging caused the usual arousal in her. She changed a helpless glance with Tashmal. Her legs were now tied at ankles, below the knees and at her thighs. The two attackers turned her on her stomach. She tried to mobilize her Krosa powers, but felt only soft weakness and hotness. Her wrists were crossed at the small of her back and tied. More ropes tied her arms to her body above and below the breasts. A broad band of soft suede was put over her mouth to seal the gag, tied off at her neck.
Dana squirmed and groaned into the tight gag. Tashmal, packaged and gagged like herself, was hogtied. But the women didnt hogtie Dana. Instead, two of them took Dana at feet and shoulders, and carried her out of the tent.
It occurred to Dana to call out in her mind for Sirf or the two other Con-fy-deths. There was no answer. It seemed the three were sleeping after all.
From Trishs and Zoets tent four more savages emerged, two of them carrying a packaged Trish. Are they abducting us because we are dreamwanderers, Dana asked herself.
They reached the edge of the camp. Under a large bush, the two Tra Ka Dar sentries of this point struggled in hogties and mewed in tight gags. Obviously the savages didnt want to kill someone. Dana took this as a good sign.
The cold of the night did much to cool down Danas hotness, as she and Trish were carried through the forest. After a while, both girls were dropped unceremoniously to the ground. They were leashed and their leg ropes loosened. Wooden switches were in attendance, and they were used mercilessly several times. Dana and Trish screamed in their gags and stumbled to their feet. The march continued at high speed, the two blondes guided by the effective leashes and spurred on by constant switching.
Dana tried to alert Sirf again, but there was still no response. The group, ten savage Rondakas and their two blonde captives, marched on what seemed to be hours. She tried to measure time with her powers, but Dana found that she couldnt concentrate in her current situation.
As the sun rose, they finally halted. Exhausted, Trish and the exmaid set down. They shivered, the morning was still cold. Their gags were removed, but both were prudent enough to remain silent. The reward was water, some food and a cigarette for each. It were Malegos, and Dana groaned slightly as the filter contacted her soft lips. Both she and Trish immediately and greedily lit up on the offered matches. Oh, yes, that was good.
The Rondakas were conversing in their own dialect. They seemed to have reached a decision as the blondes had finished their smokes. Both were shortly watered again, then their gags went in again, secured and sealed with strap and band.
The savages were not done yet. A creamy salve was applied to the two blondes breasts, bellies, necks and thighs. It was some sort of lustcream, and it immediately went to work on their bodies. Soon, both Dana and Trish screamed constantly in their gags and struggled wildly. Danas knees were very weak, she was hot as hell. The laid her head back, threw about her hair and let out a wild scream into the muffling gag. The savages laughed and spurred her on with the switches.
She stumbled along, lost in her helpless arousal, Trish behind her. That was the moment when Sirfs voice could finally be heard:
“Caught in your favorite pastime again. If you dont package someone, you are yourself packaged. Are you able to listen to me, or has your pussy already taken over every brain cell?”
“Sirf! By Majave, goddess of lust, do something, I cant stand it anymore!”
“Steady, heroic package! Everything is under control. Sorry we all slept last night, but as your and Trishs abduction was discovered, we immediately searched – and found you. Your Tashmal and the others are some hours behind you two and your abductors. We probably wont catch up with you though, before the savages reach the village of their tribe.”
“Why have they abducted us? Because we are dreamwanderers? “
“Uhh... well, no. Because you two are blonde.”
“What?”
“They have observed our unit for a while, and noticed you and Trishs blonde hair. They decided to abduct you two, to milk you of all your love honey until you are as dry as a 90 year old grandma. They need the stuff to make many, many, many pretty blonde savage babies.”
“You are kidding!”
“I am deadly... no, thats the wrong term, I am fucking serious. They consider blonde hair to be very pretty and they want to have it for their tribe. Its that easy.”
“Why haven’t they abducted Marule too? She is also blonde!”
“She has green eyes. Somehow they are afraid of that. But they are very fond of blue eyes, like you and Trish have them.”
“Uff, now I understand why they are hotting us so much. I…I am going crazy, sorry Sirf, I cant think straight, I am so horny I have difficulty marching.”
“I love it when you make these useless, ridiculous sounds while gagged. Makes you so more human, darling.”
Dana ummpphhed and mmpphhed constantly, and couldn’t help but to wriggle in her bounds. Trish didn’t fare any better.  The natural born warrior turned helpless package cleared her mind long enough to ask:
“Didn’t any of you con-fy-deths spot their scouts before? Couldn’t you warn us?”
“Dana, darling, since we entered the Rukuros over a month ago we were observed every day and night by scouts from various savage tribes, orces or elves.  Alerting you to everyone watching you would only have made you girls nervous for usually no reason.”
The blonde commented this with another wild gag scream. She was switched again, two, three times, and despite the strokes hurt a bit, they aroused her far more.
“Uhh, well, darling, I leave you to your pleasures. Help is underway, just stumble along and enjoy it. Bye.”
“Sirf, Sirf, no, come back, please, ohh, damn it… uff!”

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“UMMMPPH! GGMMMSCH! MMUMMUMPPH!”
Dana struggled uselessly. No less than four girls kissed, licked, fondled and caressed her body, which was covered by a shiny mixture of sweat and lust salve. She and Trish lay on their backs on soft mattresses, bound spread-eagled to small poles in the ground. They wore fresh gags, the packings soaked in lust potion and the inner side of the broad bands creamed with lust salve too.
The two blondes had been sex tortured for hours. When they cumed, they were sat upright, the gags loosened, and they were allowed to have water and a smoke, Malego naturally, the brand of lust and hotness, which raised their arousal just anew.
There had been no real rest for the two in the village of the tribe. Older women were in attendance too. These, with long spoons, “harvested” every drop of Danas and Trishs bodily fluids.
Begetting on Matria was done in an artificial way, both a tradition and necessity. The stuff of a girl had to get deep up the love tube of the other girl, and to achieve that, artificial long rods were used, filled with stuff kept fluid by potions. The rod was inserted in a vagina and then, like with a tube, the juice in it was pressed upwards by hand.
Sometimes, this resulted in a girl getting pregnant, sometimes not. How the women of ancient times had found out about this was unknown today, but as there were no human males, it was the only way to reproduce. Some wise women suspected even that today, human male semen wouldn’t be able to cause a pregnancy in a Matrian girl.
Be that as it may, in Danas home region, Moravan in the Doranian empire, it had been custom to harvest a girls stuff when her partner wanted to get pregnant. This was done in a ceremony in the temple of Gedarit, goddess of nature and fertility, not in one of Majave, goddess of lust.
In this ceremony, only a relative small amount of fluid was extracted from a girls vagina. The begetting was done in the same ceremony, by the way.
But here, among these savages, the purpose of the whole thing was not to get fluid for one begetting, but to rob Trish and Dana of as much stuff as possible. After all, the tribe wanted many babies with blonde hair, and maybe blue eyes too.
If Dana would have been able to come to her senses for a moment or two, she would probably have considered the whole situation quite funny.
After reaching the settlement around midday, the two blondes had been brought into this large tent and the ordeal had started right away. Now it was already deep in the night.
There was no sign Dana noticed, but suddenly everything stopped. The savage girls retreated from her and Trishs bodies, the spoons were inserted one last time into their love tubes, and then nearly everyone was gone from the tent.
Dana, very exhausted but still hot as hell, managed to raise her head to look about. Only two girls remained in here, around the fire in the center, sitting cross legged and chatting. Trish groaned and looked as if she would faint any moment.
The exmaid tried to calm down. If she could control pain from wounds, her lust for nicotine and so on, couldn’t she control her hotness too? It proofed to be a very difficult undertaking. In the end, she managed to calm down enough to check on the ropes binding her to the poles. There was no chance to loosen them, she was helpless.
Wonderful, she thought. And Sirf had visited here and there during the whole thing in her mind and had joked about it, probably to cheer her up, the idiot. She should get some rest while she could, she decided, and tried to sleep. Not an easy thing, spread-eagled on the ground, covered in sweat and lustsalve, and tightly gagged.
Suddenly and hastily, the two guards mouthed cigarettes, fumbled for matches. Then they started to mmmpphhh heavily and tried to rise. The backside of the tent was opened with a blade, and Tashmal, Zusha and others stormed inside. In moments, the two guards were tightly bound and gagged and put into hogties.
Zoet knelt down beside Trish and loosened her bonds. The witch whimpered weakly into her gag.
Tashmal, Zusha and Megan came over to Dana and looked down on her. The damned bitches were grinning! They conversed in sign language:
“She looks quite beautiful and hot this way.” That was Tashmal, the damned whore!
“I gather she was well used during the last hours. Look how red her face is, how blotted out her skin all over, how sweaty her hair.” Megan, the skinny mini-boobs!
“UMMPPHH!”
Zusha signaled:
“It seems she wants to say something. A pity she is gagged so thoroughly.”
Tashmal and Megan giggled. Dana imagined packaging them all and sextorturing them with the help of the whole savage tribe.
Zusha signaled to Lina Lir, who was in the background:
“Free mistress Danadeva, slave.”
The Rondaka knelt down beside the blonde and cut her bonds. Dana tried to rise, but sank back to the ground groaning. Lina Lir cut gag band and strap, and poked the wet packing out of Danas mouth.
Tashmal put a finger at her lips and made:
“SchSch!”
Dana send her a killing glare and mustered all her strength. This time she managed to get up. Lina Lir steadied her with her hand, and she thanked the slave in sign language.
Zusha offered Dana a smoke, which Megan lit for the blonde. It was NOT Malego, otherwise Dana might have cried out loud, even if the whole tribe would rise from their sheets by it.
Tashmal grinned again and signaled:
“Angry enough now, sugarmouth, to forget your hotness? Good, then we can leave this place. I am afraid Zoet will have to carry Trish, she is much weakened. Not pleasure slave material like you.”
The blonde now understood what the friends had done, but thought nonetheless that there had surely been other possibilities. She took clothes, boots and gloves from Lina Lir, who carried a rucksack stuffed full with Danas garments, and received her weapon belt with sword and dagger from Zusha.
After dressing and arming herself, she left the tent with the others, Zoet carrying the totally exhausted Trish. It was easy to leave the settlement, most sentries were struggling in ropes and gags under bushes.
In a secure distance, Tashmal said:
“The entire unit with our horses is some miles to the southwest. Lets march quickly to meet them. Hopefully the tribe wont follow us south. After all, they should have enough material now for dozens of blonde, blue eyed babies.”
Dana decided not to comment on that, her mood still fool.
“Oh, we are angry. I guess next night I have to play the helpless slave in the tent,” Tashmal told the others.
The blonde ignored her and starting marching in a southwesterly direction…

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“Ahh, yes, you do this well, Lina Lir.”
The Rondaka was combing Danas waist long mane with a large wooden comb.
“I have no name, mistress.”
“What do you mean?”
“I cant carry my old name, I need a slaves name, and Mistress Zusha has not yet given me one.”
The girl continued combing. Dana was slightly angry by this news. Was this a complicated Rondakian ritual between Zusha and Lina Lir or just petty revenge and cruelty by Zusha?
“Well, but as I am a mistress to you, you have to accept any name I call you by, right?”
The combing stopped for a moment, then continued.
“Yes, mistress, you are right.”
“Fine, then I will call you Lina.”
“Thank you, mistress.”
They were sitting in a large chamber of an inn, the only inn in the small, walled village of Dno Tret, the first settlement they had come upon after leaving the Rukuros. It belonged to the Wozhat of Omka Sverdi, which was on friendly terms with the empire of Tresha Kor and the Tra Ka Dar order.
Nevertheless, the Tra Ka Dar unit had made camp outside the walls, and only Dana and her friends had entered the village.  They had rented this chamber for the night, which was furnished with enough beds for all of them.
So, after a journey through the wilderness of 38 days and nights, the friends would at last sleep in soft beds again. And in about an hour, they would feast in the hall downstairs, freshly cooked delicious meals instead of the provisions during the journey.
Most of Danas friends were in the bath hall of the inn, only Dana,  Tashmal and Marule already done with bathing. Zusha had ordered Lina Lir to see to Danas needs and to bathe only after everyone else had.
Though they had all bathed in streams and lakes in the Rukuros, a hot bath with fresh soap, soft towels and all that had been wonderful.  Dana felt clean and really relaxed for the first time since they left Kuybi Kala over five weeks ago.
Tashmal lay on her bed, wrapped into the sheets, and stark naked under it, her eyes closed. Her face showed a slightly silly smile of joy and happiness. Marule was washing Sirf in a small wooden bath tube. Different from normal cats, he seemed to enjoy the treatment.
The blonde eyed her lip and eye makeup in a small mirror. It was still fine after all these days in the wilderness, she and her friends had spent quite some money on the beauty spells before leaving Albor on their quest.
Tashmal opened an eye and said:
“We have one week left. I hope in the capital of this country there is a decent beauty maga.”
Dana chuckled. And she had to admit she had herself already started to worry about this silly and unimportant detail. She was in silken underwear of silvern color, fresh stuff not worn during the journey. She looked at her black as well as red outfit near her bed. It looked worn and could hardly be called shiny anymore.
Her lover followed her gaze and laughed:
“Don’t worry, a maga can restore the garments to former beauty too. I think we should save the world with style, so to spend some money on this is in order. I am even willing to help out some of our friends if they cant afford it.”
“I think its enough, Lina, thank you. Here, a cigarette. Smoke the stick now, lest Zusha confiscates it again.”
Once, Dana had given Lina Lir a whole pack of cigarettes, only to witness Zusha confiscating it. Since that day, she let the slave smoke the gifted ones immediately.
The girl thanked Dana and hastily lit up. The poor thing – traitress or not – still had had no sex during the entire voyage. She really obeyed Zushas order not to touch herself at night. Dana watched her smoking and thought about ways to talk to Zusha about her. Up to now, her Rondakian friend had always cut her short once she brought up the issue.
“You look very pretty with a cigarette, Lina.”
Lina shortly met Danas eyes, her gaze was guarded under her long eyelashes.
“Thank you, mistress.”
Was there a hint of proudness and arrogance in this answer? Dana would have considered this a good sign. Lina had been of The Blood, a noble girl of her culture, and behaving like an abject slave must be contrary to her upbringing, experience and probably her personality too.
Dana thought about ways to follow up on that, as the door opened and the other girls streamed in, most of them laughing, bringing with them the smell of perfumed soap.
Lina immediately lowered her head and dragged on her cigarette like a child caught at smoking for the first time. Zushas eyes were on her.
Dana threw her hair back angrily and mouthed a cigarette herself. Great, just great…

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“Well, I grant you that it looks hot, but the girls can hardly survive that, Zusha.”
“It’s a punishment, Dana, its not meant as a pleasure ride. But just to calm you, there will only be a limited number of treatments. The aim of the punishment is not to kill them.”
“Ohh, I thought every woman standing there would do it…”
They were on the great market place of Omka Ogl, the capital of Omka Sverdi, observing a public punishment of two criminals.
A great crowd of Rondakian women had gathered to watch. The two young delinquents were bound with their bellies down onto a table, their arms in cruel backprayers. Extremely large red ballgags filled their wide open mouths. Their heads had been shaved and rubberized in red. The girls legs were tied to the legs of the table, hold apart by spreader bars. Both girls were in turn fucked by  women and then lashed by the next ones with leather belts on their buttom cheeks.
As always when she was seeing bondage, lashing and humiliation, Dana imagined being herself in the same situation. Maybe Tashmal beside her. She felt the usual arousal, only dampened by the worry for the two girls up there. On hearing their ordeal was limited, the worry subsided a bit. She imagined Tashmal and she being evil slave hunters, caught by the inhabitants of the city, and subjected to this punishment. Hastily she lit a cigarette.
Marule asked Zusha innocently:
“What is their crime? Have you asked someone?”
“I send the slave to do so. Slave?”
“Mistresses, the two are cat burglars, overpowering women in their homes and then robbing their belongings.”
Dana and Lina changed a quick glance, and Dana was sure that Linas thoughts were quite similar to her own. What was it with them that they all dreamed of being humiliated slaves in tight bondage under the whip? The damned invaders would be delighted. In the end, all of Matria had waited for them to be enslaved. Somehow she expected a comment from Sirf on that, but the Tomcat remained quiet.  Maybe she should talk with Tashmal about her feelings and thoughts on the matter. But she was unsure how her lover would react. There was this other issue again – trust.
If she couldn’t even talk to her lover about what moved her or worried her… she was a dumb cow. Angrily she took a deep drag on her cigarette, her hotness gone. She said:
“Lets move on and find an inn for the night.”
The others agreed, although Tashmal had difficulties to avert her eyes from the scene. Her small pink tongue moved over her painted  lips. Was the sight hot for her too? Was she imagining the same like Dana? She REALLY should talk to her about it, Dana thought.
The friends left the market place and steered their horses into another street. The group and the Rondakian escort had parted yesterday, with Kera Kel Kesh and her unit turning west, back towards Tresha Kor. They would travel around the Rukuros, not through them.
Dana and her lot had today reached the large city of Omka Ogl, where they planned to catch a dragon to the southeast. It was time for the next part of their quest, the third seal in Xishaikalor, the realm of the yellow skinned women.
After a while and some questioning of passersby they found a large, quite luxurious inn owned by a Liganorian lady from Arankalor. She specialized in all kinds of Arankian cuisine, from zillagolish to alboran, and achian to liganorian.
The friends brought their horses into the stables, advised the stable girls there on their treatment, and moved on to the inns main hall.
The halls interior showed arankian style paintings and tapestries, there were red and white linen sheets on the tables. About 20, no 23 guests were present, 11 of them white skinned Arankians. The maids were all Rondakians. A young woman stood behind the counter and supervised everything with a stern and arrogant look. She had lightly tanned skin and dark brown curly hair. She reminded Dana of Donna Lucreza.
Tashmal took over the negotiation for rooms, and after this was settled, they brought their luggage up to their chambers and then settled down in the hall, after the maids had pulled two tables together. Dana noticed with annoyance that Lina had to kneel again beside the table, which looked quite odd, she with weapon belt, fully armed as well as clothed.
They ordered water, juices and meals. On Tashmals recommendation they all choose a pasta dish. As their drinks arrived, they lit the usual cigarettes. The conversation was about the hot bath they looked forward too and where to sell their horses.
The pasta came quickly, and it proved to be delicious. Dana found herself ordering a second dish, like some of her friends too, Tashmal most naturally among them.
As everyone was done with eating, and the maids had removed the emptied dishes, Trish said:
“There are news from home. Another witch visited me last night in dreamworld to inform me about latest happenings. Queen Penelopaj of Zillagoll had to fight for her throne, as on her abduction by us, some nobles in Labbuggio tried to take over, obviously helped by these alien women and their mage orc. Penelopaj emerged triumphant, but the strangers and their orc escaped. The queen has now sent a letter to the Countha of Albor, asking for allowance to join the alliance between Albor and Achaia, in order to thwart the male danger, as she put it.”
Trish smiled and turned to Dana:
“There was a special message for you personally from the queen.”
“Ohh, really? What does she have to say?” Dana was a bit puzzled by that.
“She wrote: I apologize for all inconvenience I caused you and your friends. If you ever happen to visit my palace again, I would look forward to be shown much more.”
Dana didn’t get it at first, but the others laughed. Tashmal, seeing Danas perplexed face, explained, still giggling:
“The royal bitch wants to be packaged again and shown something more about the submissive side of the issue.”
“Oooh…” Dana made, and the others laughed even more. Even Niyi showed a fine smile.
Rowenn asked:
“Other news, Trish?”
“Yes, there is one other thing of importance. The Kaisera of Dorania has finally accepted the help of the order of Kerke in full. A large army of death knightresses and their weapon maids is already marching on Spannersbeld, where the main army of the alliance of the three archduchesses is located. There will soon be a large battle, and if the Kerke sisters win, the Kaisera will probably win the war. And she is now not much more than a mere pawn of the Kerke order.”
“That’s… very unfortunate.” Tashmal mused.
“It’s a disaster,” Rowenn and Zusha said at the same time.
“Well, we cant change it, can we,” Megan said lightly, playing with her goblet of juice.
“You are right,” Rowenn conceded and continued:
“Fine, but there is one more issue of the utmost importance.” She paused for effect.
Dana raised an eyebrow and was so kind to ask:
“And what could that be?”
“The league is playing again for seven weeks now. So, Trish, how have the Dreadfuls fared?”
Zoet added:
“And what about the Invincibles?”
Dana was puzzled again. What were they talking about? Then Tashmal grunted:
“Silly football.”
Now the blonde laughed with the others, while Trish told Rowenn and Zoet to their dismay that she hadnt asked about football results.
Megan knocked onto the table with her gloved fist and said with faked gravity:
“I call the meeting to order. Serious, girls, I think its time to discuss the next part of our quest.”
“The third seal. Xishaikalor.” Dana said, turning serious too.

End of part 7.
Next: Part 8 – THE DEAD OF XISHAIKALOR