(for a change, very much bondage/latex with multiple damsels in this part of CATWAR)
VII – HAPPY GUNDA FAWKES DAY


A hotel suite, Ulyssa Sherman Hotel, Los Angeles, California, November 23rd, 1936, 16.20 hours

There were six of them. All in their twenties, obviously very fit, casually clad, wearing sweaters, jeans and kneehigh tight boots in black or brown. They were in a good mood, joking and relaxing, drinking softdrinks and smoking cigarettes. The six ladies spoke english with an hard accent, but this wasnt unusual in a country with countless immigrants.
A stocky, muscled blonde with a short ponytail grinned down on the smallest of them.
“You are getting into american customs, Ute.”
Ute was a slender, if fit looking young lady with frackles, big brown eyes and brownish curly hair, wich she wore kinnlength. She had put an american Marlboro between her lips. The gal searched for her matches and said, the cigarette moving between her cute lips:
“Say about american shortcomings what you want, they make the best cigarettes in the world.”
“You are probably right. Give one to me and I will have a light for you.”
The ladies chitchat ended abruptly, as the door opened and a seventh lady entered, tall, blonde, blue eyes, arrogant demeanor. Other than the six, she wore highheeled shiny black overkneeboots, a blue miniskirt and a white blouse. Long shiny black gloves completed her elegant appearance.
Ophelia Skorzeny of German SET mustered her team. Without comment she lit up Corporal Ute Demels cigarette.
The stocky blonde said crisply:
“Lady Major, we are eager to start the next mission. Altough we wonder that its so soon after the one in Chicago.”
“Its special this time. We need to take in a whole team of subjects. 12 in all. We must do it when they are all together. Otherwise the logistics are to complicated and the risks cant be taken.”
“12 Subjects? All at once? You mean at work? How should we do that?”
It was a gal with short dark hair and green eyes speaking.
Blonde Skorzeny lit a cigarette of her own, blew out smoke and smiled wryly.
“A good question, Luitenant Worms. Does anyone know what Gunda-Fawkes-Day is?”
The pretty Ute Demel opinioned:
“Isnt it this festival tomorrow? Something about a gotcha-game and bondage?”
“Exactly, corporal. In 1826, a gal named Gunda Fawkes tried to take over Los Angeles to make a queendom of her own. She failed. The incident involved some serious lady packaging. The crazy american chicks celebrate this event every year anew. Hundreds of gals all over LA take part. There are two factions, the reds and the blues, they can be distingushed by blue and red scarfs. They use paint guns to shoot at each other. A lady hit is prisoner and is destined to be rubberized in her factions colour, followed by ropes and a gag. In the evening, hundreds of gals are rubberized in blue and red and mew into their gags. During the day, numerous packaged ladies will be led through the streets.”
Luitenant Worms and Corporal Demel nodded. The stocky blonde looked puzzled.
To her benefit, Skorzeny elaborated:
“We will enter the campus of university, where the science team is working. We overpower them, rubberize them in blue, put on red scarfs and just lead them as part of Gunda Fawkes day to our truck. The rest is routine. Any other gal, police or whatever coming in our way will be added to the collection of helpless packages, seemingly only another player of the game.”
Ute Demel giggled girlish.
“Sergeant Schweinsteiger always said the Americans are crazy.”
The stocky blonde, Schweinsteiger, nodded emphatically. Luitenant Worms nestled a cigarette out of her pack and added thoughtfully:
“I see, Lady Major. We can easily take the whole group on this day, and therefore it has to take place so soon again.”
“Correct, Luitenant. Take Corporal Decker with you and go get what we need. Ropes, tape and latexbands are enough here, but we need rubber outfits in blue, lets say, 30, to be sure.”
The luitenant nodded and left with Corporal Demel.
Schweinsteiger beamed:
“If I might say, Lady Major, this is a master plan.”
Ophelia Skorzenys face was impassive. It suited her nonetheless well that the decadent american gals with their bondage lust presented opportunities like that.

Laboratory Beta, Institute of Technology, Los Angeles, California, November 24th, 1936, 11.52 hours

Jenny Smith left the group around Professor Brenda Lenagan to fetch some coffee. At 22, she looked definitely younger, small, slender and cute as she was. Some said she was the cutest black lady on the campus. In the room outside, the two policewomen guarding them since three days played chess at a small table. They were both two heads taller than Jenny, a blonde and a redhead, both wearing their long hair in ponytails.
Seeing Jenny, they grinned. She loved the longing looks the big gals gave her every time. Jennys hair was combed back and arranged to a big knot at the back of her head. Her make up was very skillfully applied. The black student wore a red dress and knee high black PVC boots.
The Policewomen eyed her with barely hidden lust. Jenny approached them and put a shy smile on her pretty lips.
“May I steal a cigarette from one of you?”
“Sure.”
She took a Lucky from the redhead, waited till both had “filtered” themselves too, and whimpered:
“Uhh, a light, quick!”
At that moment the door opened, and two ladies entered. One was a tall, strikingly beautiful blonde in overknee boots, the other a green eyed gal with short dark hair. Both carried handbags and wore red scarfs. The blonde smiled.
Jenny looked without suspicion at the two strangers. The policewomen didnt seem alarmed too. The blonde said:
“Excuse me, I think we are wrong here. Its Gunda Fawkes day, you know, but here are hardly any players. Can I give you all a light?”
The redhead said:
“Uh, no, no players here. Though we would prefer to play with you, lady, instead of sitting here.”
The blonde police gal nodded. The tall blonde produced a lighter and Jenny leaned forward to the flame.
As all three ladies concentrated on the blondes lighter to lit their smokes, quickly more strangers entered. They had guns, and it took Jenny a few seconds to realize they were no paint guns.
The tall lady repocketed the lighter. Still with unlit cigarettes at their lips, Jenny and the two police women looked puzzled into the muzzles of the guns.
The blonde said cooly:
“No sound. You will replace these tobacco sticks with these clothes instead. Our time is scarce, so hurry on, gag yourself.”
Taken totally by surprise, the three american gals obeyed. Jenny shoved the cloth packing into her mouth. It was huge. She gagged on it. Her eyes bulging, she had to stuff her cheeks until they were fully rounded to get the packing fully in her mouth. The two police ladies groaned into their gags too, their eyes wide.
“Fine. Now take that tape and start rolling. Around twelve times around your head. And tight, please. Hurry up.”
Jenny took the broad silver tape from a cute frackled white lady with curly chinlength hair. She applied the tape to her face as ordered, securing and reinforcing the gag. Terrified, she let out a wild scream, coming out as a small mewing. The big strong police women were too mewing helplessly into their tight, huge gags and looked wildeyed about.
“Now cover the tape with these latexbands.”
Black Jenny aplied the shiny white rubberband over the tapegag and tied it of at her small neck. The rubber squeaked and the edges cut into her bulging, well stuffed cheeks. The blonde and redhead did likewise.
The tall blonde was totally at ease. There were six other intruders in total. They had large bags, from which they now produced not only coils of white rope, but blue latexunderwear outfits too. Jennys eyes were getting even wider at that. The blonde policewoman shook her head in denial.
“Strip. Immediately.”
Faced with the guns, all three chicks had to obey. A short while later, they were stark naked.
“Fine. Now put on the rubber. Quick.”
Jenny watched as the big gals put on the shiny blue rubber stockings. They were obviously impregnated with lust cream, as the blondes and redheads pussies were already dripping despite the situation. She small black lady now put on her own stockings. The rubber squeaked. Oh no, there was lust cream in abundance, and Jenny felt her juices water her lovetube. She couldnt help herself, she screamed in her gag. Only a small “Mmpphh!” came out. After the stockings, the tight rubber corsett followed, than the top, finally the long gloves.
Jenny and the two police gals were now rubberized in blue.
The tall blonde made a gesture, and the other ladies went to work on Jenny and the cops.
All three were tightly bound with rope. Roughly handled and expertly roped, they screamed helplessly in the squeaking gags.
Just at that moment the door to the laboratory opened. Dana Cooper, a pale assistant to the professor with stylish earlength black hair and small glasses, and Conchita Esteban, a pretty hispanic with a long plaite and a white scarf holding her glossy black hair out of her face, entered in their labratory coats. They clearly took a break, yet unlit filter cigarettes dangling from their soft lips.  They made two steps into the room until they realized the situation. The girls eyes widened, Dana said irritated:
“Excuse me, we arent participating in Gunda Fawkes. That must be a mistake.”
One of the intruders closed the door behind them, the machine sounds from the lab hindering any words or the gag screams of Jenny and the cops  being heard. The arrogant blonde in the black overkneeboots waved her gun at the two young scientists.
“Be informed ladies, this isnt about Gunda Fawkes, its about kidnapping you. I am afraid your smoke has to wait. Please gag yourself with the materials my assistants provide for you.”
“But...” blurted Dana, her blue eyes behind the glasses still wide. Conchita starred at the guns, than at the two cops and Jenny, who were still being tied. The small black girl and the two muscled cops wriggled in their rubber outfits and mewed in their huge, secure gags.
Conchita was clearly imaging joining them. She gulped, the cigarette at her lips quivered.
Both ladies had no choice. Jenny, her bind complete, was roughly thrust into a chair and now had all time to watch pretty Dana and sweet Conchita gagging themselves. Both young ladies gagged on the heavy packing, while they aplied the tape to their faces. As with Jenny and the cops, their gagged faces were reddening at a fast pace. They too started to scream in their gags.
The cool blonde villainess lit a cigarette and smoked with visible delight. Dana and Conchita had now added the rubberscarfs above the tape layers, knotting them at the nape of their necks.
Jenny watched in a curious mixture of horror and lust, as both girls stripped. Completely naked, they too had to done the shiny blue rubber tighhigh stockings, slips, corsetts, bras and long gloves. Their rubberizing complete, Dana and Conchita were sized by the intruders and expertly and tightly bound with the ropes. As with Jenny and the two cops, the brunette and the hispanic had first their ellbows tied together, emphazising their rubberized bossoms. Then their hands were tied palm to palm, followed by their arms being secured above and below the breasts and at their waist. Her legs remained free, only two loops around their ankles limited their movement to small steps.
As the three chairs were occupied by Jenny and the police packages, Dana and Conchita were put on the ground and leaned against the wall. All five blue rubber packages eyed each other in disbelief and horror, mixed with a good portion of sexual arousal, made possible both by the  situation as well as the lustcream so generously impregnated in the tight latex pressing against their soft, sensitive skin.
“Marvelous.”
The blonde leadress of the kidnappers took another drag from her filter cigarette, laid her head back and blew smoke to the ceiling. She herself must be a super package herself, Jenny thought, wriggling in her rubber and ropes, still mewing constantly in her gag.
“Well, what nice packages we have now. Okay, lets add some more to the collection. You will have company in a nick of time, girls.”
She gestured to the door to the lab, which one of her lot opened. The villainesses entered, guns at the ready, two stayed with the five prisoners, smiling down at them.
Jenny wriggled to no avail. A few minutes passed, then Professor Lenagan and the 8 remaining scientists entered, hustled along by the kidnappers with their guns. The professor was first. She threw back her long, auburn hair and starred wideeyed at the five packages in the room. She, as well as the eight other ladies, was already gagged, the lower portion of her face covered by the shiny white latex. From her bulging cheeks and her tiny mmpphhing Jenny could tell that all had below the rubber bands both the tape and the huge packing applied.
Jenny and the others watched, as the prof and her assistants put off lab coats, pullovers, skirts or trousers, shoes or boots, and their underwear. At 58, Professor Lenagan still was a real knockout, the longevity drug giving her the face and body of a woman of 25 years of age.
She was the first to receive the blue rubber, and donned it while screaming aroused in her squeaking gag. Jenny could see her honey dripping along the inner side of her tighs. All nine ladies rubberized themselves, looking wildeeyed about, mewing in their gags, throwing back their heads, their hair flying about. What a sight! Jenny was confused. It was a sight as arousing as one in a Jane Bonda movie, and being packaged herself was even better. On the other hand, they were being kidnapped. What was this all about? Who were these gals?
Meanwhile, the professor was tied, the other ladies following swiftly.
Four minutes later, 14 ladies were rubberized in blue and tightly bound and gagged.
The arrogant blonde pocketed the gun and replaced it by a harmless paint gun.
“Okay, get the chicks ready to move. We dont need any witnesses, so lets keep away from populated areas. In case anyone interferes, just add her to the collection. Lets get started.”

They met nearly no one on the way out of campus. All having lunch or in the city playing Gunda Fawkes. Led by Skorzeny, the german SET and their 14 rubberized prisoners reached a side entrance without incident. There, a small problem arose. Leaving the building, they run into two ladies with paint guns, wearing red scarfs, presumably of their own faction in the game.
One was a tall, slender blonde with earlength hair, green eyes and wearing tighhigh brown boots and a brown leatherdress. The second one was a black gal with a long ponytail and high cheekbones, wearing blue lipstick, jeans and a black silk jacket.
The blonde called out:
“Hey, gals, what a nice collection. You were surely busy. And what super ladies you have there. Expert ropework too. We were successfull too, have taken five chicks already. You... oh, thats, thats Professor Lenagan.”
The blonde looked puzzled. The black gal asked:
“Whats about this Professor, Joan?”
Joan eyed the packaged Lenagan curiously. Lenagan and the other trussed gals screamed into their gags and made big eyes, shaking their heads.
“Something is wrong here. The professor doesnt participate in the game.”
Skorzeny smiled warmly and said:
“I can explain that, look...”
She produced her real gun, as well as two of the other Germans.
Joans and the blacks eyes widened.
“No sound. Into the building, quick.”
Stunned, the two ladies obeyed. Inside, Skorzeny led them into an empty room near the entrance.
“Okay, I apologize ladies for the inconvenience, but it looks as if you are in. Please, put on these nice gags.”
Blonde Joan blurted:
“But we are of your team...”
“Not really, my dear. S you are playing the game, you must have taken into account the possibility of being packaged yourself. So you shouldnt be too surprised. Now, the gags please.”
Joan and the black girl gagged themselves under the guns, the same way as Jenny and the others.
While they applied packing, tape and rubberband, Skorzeny produced her Marlboro pack. If the Major of SET had a bad habit, it was chainsmoking. She “filtered” herself, she loved the feeling of the lustcream impregnated blonde filter at her lips, and lit up.
Seemingly impassive she watched her soldiers handling the situation. The two american gals stripped, already mewing into the huge gags. Luitenant Worms supervised their rubberization.
Blonde Joan had a nice black tatoo above the back of her hips. Skorzeny eyed it until it was covered by the shiny blue rubber of the corsage. Fastening the corsage, Joan threw her head back and obviously screamed as loud as she could in her gag. Only a small mmpphhing made it out. Skorzeny grinned.
“Excuse the colour of the latex outfit. You deserve red for your team, but as its only a disguise, it must be blue, as we belong to red team, you see.”
Joan starred wildeyed at her. Obviously she reacted very strongly to the lustcream the rubber was generously impregnated with. It would have been nice to have sex with this gal, she rubberized, bound and gagged, and Skorzeny working on her with a strapado dildo or two. Well, the mission comes first. Both ladies had now completed their rubberization.
“Fine. Tie them.”
Worms and another SET went to work. A few minutes later, Joan and the black lady were simply added to the chain of prisoners, and the group continued on their way. Sergeant Schweinsteiger drove the truck to the entrance, and without any problems or even witnesses the now 16 lady packages were loaded onboard.
The truck drove off, and again a mission for the Reich was a success. This professor and her team would work to the Reichs benefit now, and for the two cops and Joan and her companion, they would have a nice, long stay in Germany, probably in Bavaria or Saxonia.
Skorzeny and her gals removed the red scarfs and bagged the paintguns.
Two ladies with blue scarfs and paintguns emerged from the next corner, leading four other gals rubberized in red, bound and gagged with black tape along. While her soldiers lit well deserved cigarettes, Skorzeny smiled openly at the newcomers. The two members of blue team smiled back, and their prisoners didnt seem very unhappy either.
“Happy Gunda Fawkes Day,” Major Skorzeny beamed.