TRIUMPH 3
Kiliaki Topoulos was a rather young lady, but she was already governor of Graeca in the Empire.
Of medium height, with sun tanned skin, huge dark eyes and a curly mane of oily black, which sent some short curls on her brow and a waist long mane down her back, with a body to die for, she had been a noble girl in her queendom. Disgraced and sentenced to beheading after a murder out of greed, she had been rescued by the feared Commandos of the Empire, the Dark Wolves. These same Dark Wolves had later helped her achieve power in Graeca.
Kiliaki had personally packaged, indented and shaved the young queen, with which she had played only a few years earlier when both had been only children.
Raised in the military of Graeca, she had now become a general of the growing Empire, and quickly won important victories.
As final victory was achieved, she had been rewarded with the province of Graeca. She ruled cruelly, but efficiently. The former queen was now a slave in her household, cleaning the floors on her knees, constantly rubberized, gagged and dildoed, humiliated before everyone.
The sight of her usually lightened Kiliakis mood, who had a fool temper. Said temper had taken the better of her just now too, as she was standing with other generals in a group at the party.
One of the others was Fatme Ökcan, a Turka, which had been the arch enemies of the Graecas. A bit older than Kiliaki, Fatme was a very gifted and successful general too, and to old hate came jealousy.
Fatme had a skin with golden shimmer, light brown shoulder length curls and an especially beautiful mouth. She was infamous for impaling prisoners after a battle, her “specialty”.
Turkas and Graecas had a long history of bitter wars, massacres and mass enslavements. The Empire had ended that, but only by force. In the minds of the people, the war raged on.
So, the sheer sight of Fatme enraged Kiliaki immensely. She tried to think of an insult suitable, as a guard approached the group, saluted and said:
“Myladies, the Empress wishes to see Ladies Kiliaki and Fatme.”
Inadvertently, the two girls changed a look, first of surprise quickly turning into hatred. Kiliaki bitched inwardly. Why had the Empress to order them both to her together? She and this slut, oh no, she even didn’t want to share a corridor with her. But when the Empress called, no one refused.
So, trying to ignore each other, Kiliaki and Fatme followed the guard out of the hall. The young Graeca fumed, and Fatme didnt seem amused too.
In the antechamber of the Empress quarters, they had to wait a bit. The guard offered Malego cigarettes. Both took and mouthed the filtered sticks. Kiliaki noticed angrily that Fatmes pretty lips were quite adorned with the Malego. Slightly hot, the Graeca sucked on the filter of the unlit stick between her own lips.
Both girls dint want the other to get a light first, so both eagerly leaned forward to the flame of the match offered by the guard.
Kiliaki felt her mouth filled with arousing, smooth, squeaking Latexa, her lips were forced wide apart, the cigarette fell to the ground. The sudden gagging left her in shock. Paralyzed, she groaned deeply and starred at Fatme, who had befallen the same fate. Latexa straps out of thin air forced the packing back deeply behind her teeth.
“GMMBBL! MMMMPP?”
It all went very quickly. The girls gloved arms were tied behind their backs, the gags sealed with broad white bands, their dresses and sexy underwear cut away.
The gag made Kiliaki extremely hot. A wad of juice left her pussy and hit the ground audibly. She starred down on it and reddened. More ropes tied her and Fatmes bodies. Seemingly detached from everything Kiliaki found it very hot to be packaged together with the hated Fatme. She reddened even deeper.
Her eyes widened as she saw two dildos enter Fatmes orifices. The Turka screamed in her gag. Only then Kiliaki realized that two other dildos were fast approaching her own forcefully spread legs. She shook her head, turned to the guard. The small woman smiled amiably at her. The dildos entered Kiliaki and were forced up.
“UMMPPFF! GGGMMFF! UMMUMMPPH!”
Stuffed, she struggled wildly, while the dildobelt fastened itself tightly at her hips. Both Fatme and she herself had next their booted legs tied together.
The sudden attack continued,  both were indented as slaves. They screamed in denial, Fatme even had tears in her eyes.  Filled with horror, Kiliaki had her beautiful hair completely shaved, watching Fatmes balding at the same time.
Lastly, they were carried off by invisible hands. While carried like a postal package, Kiliaki tried to adjust to the situation. Never had she been bound, gagged and dildoed. In her most secret fantasies, she had imagined it, but her secret dreams came nowhere near reality. It was unbelievable hot and at the same time she decided she couldn’t stand it a second longer. She must be rid of the gag and dildos immediately, but they would stay, as she well knew.
That was the moment when she lost it, she struggled for all she was worth and screamed like mad in the gag, producing only small, muffled sounds.
In the Empress quarters, the horror continued, as she saw the feared Dana and Tashmal and two other well known governors helplessly packaged like herself. The other girls starred at her and Fatme as they were knelt beside them.
As a final touch, her dildos started to move forcefully and vibrate, and the overwhelmed girl found herself very quickly just trying to get an orgasm out of the devilish things.
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Three packages to Kiliakis left Dana was growing desperate. The captives had watched again the pair packaging, and the ex blonde asked herself once more if this trap would work with pair after pair.
Where was the magical defense of the palace? Where the Dark Wolf guards? And where was the Empress herself?
How was it possible that the Secret Police hadnt known about this traitor/infiltrator?
Dana, the mighty warrior, had to admit she waited to be rescued. But was a rescue possible for her, she suddenly asked herself. She was balded and indented, legally she was a slave now.
Cold fear gripped her. No, that couldn’t be…

Some hours earlier in the evening…

The Dark Wolves, the Elite fighting force of the Empire, had been built with young girls which met three criteria: being talented, being evil and being beautiful. Coming from all cultures and races of the planet, every single one of them was top fit, a beauty, cruel and ruthless, and trained to perfection. They were the best and feared on the whole world. Using magical portals to appear wherever on Matria the Empress chose to employ them, they had killed and abducted their way through the palaces, fortresses, strongholds, maga academies and most sacred temples of the world.
No one had been able to defeat them once they attacked. They were simply the best and they all knew it. On final victory, their foundress and leadress, the zeebannian noblewoman Jenna van Delft had told them a secret: It was far from over.  The Magas of the Empire knew a way to reach other worlds in the universe, and soon they would start to conquer these too.  On some their lived not only females but males too, on others inhuman monsters. In any case, new battles, new challenges were awaiting them, and if these girls had another thing in common than it was lust for action and danger.
But first, the rule of the Empress had to be strengthened and secured her on Matria. Tonight, it was time to celebrate for the top elite of the Empire. The VIPs had to be guarded, and one of the Wolfs units, called a wolfpack, had been given the task.
They were not standing around as sentries, that was a duty for the regular palace guard. No, the 7th wolfpack was hidden in the sports hall of the Empire, weapons and magical staffs at the ready, able to appear anywhere in the palace in seconds through a magical portal, called a limbus gate.
A wolfpack had 128 girls, organized in platoons, squads, sections and pairs. Even the leadress and the first Maga formed a pair and could act directly in combat if need be.  8 Wolfs formed the staff squad, 40 each the three platoons.
One platoon was always standing ready, weapons drawn. The other two were on alert, but were allowed to sit down, drink, eat, smoke and play small games or read.
But all snapped to attention immediately as Jenna van Delft entered the hall.
The tall beauty with the long light brown mane and the piercing blue eyes commanded:
“There has been a change in plans. The 5th Wolfpack will take over your duty. We have an upcoming dangerous mission, and you must immediately be tested. Drop your weapons to one side and form into pairs.”
There was no surprise, no questioning of orders, the 128 deadly beauties obeyed without hesitation.
Lady Jenna elaborated, as 2 dozen slaves entered with large heavy leather sacks:
“We will make a first mission to a male dominated world. The enemy usually tries to take females as slaves instead of killing them. I want to see how each of you will deal with a treatment as a male captive. So, every one of you will come forward and take the makings of a latexa gag from the sacks the slaves brought. Each of you will gag herself with it, as tightly as possible. Understood?”
“Yes, Lady General!”
That came immediately, but some of the girls changed uneasy looks. No one suspected to be betrayed, but some of them, having had bondage and slave dreams and fantasies in their mind, were unsure if they were able to pass the test.  
Anyway, one by one, the girls came forward, the leadress  and the head maga first, and gagged themselves. Packings wandered into open mouths, straps were applied, than bands. Quickly, all 128 beauties wore shiny, tight white Latexa gags. They were all determined to pass the test, but the gags had strong impacts on them. No one screamed into it, but most let out grunts and groans.
“Now strip naked save for boots and gloves.”
Uniform as well as boots and gloves of the wolves was black. The girls all did so, putting their blouses, corsages, knee trousers and their lingeries in neat piles beside their weapons and rucksacks.
Meanwhile, both the lustcream impregnation of the gags as well as their psychological impact had shown results. Many of the now visible pussies were dripping, gloved hands moved lightly over breasts and nipples, touched clits and pussies. The gag talk grew louder and more frequent.
The girls looked good together, all with the shiny black boots and gloves and the white glistening gags but a wide diversity of skin and hair colours from every race. All had their mostly long hair strictly bound back, in buns, plaits, ponytails or towers. Naturally, all were very fit, with clearly defined muscles, but nice breasts, waists and hips too.
“Good, now form into pairs. Fine. The ones standing left will now take ropes from the sacks and tie up their partner. Arms on the back, elbow to elbow and wrist to wrist. Go ahead.”
All wolfs had expected that, but none was happy about it. They still obeyed nonetheless. Quickly, one of the partners of a pair bound the others arms.
“Next you will tie the arms to the body below and above the breasts and then add tight ropes around the waist. You will cinch it really tight, understood?”
This was done too. It had been feared, but was again no surprise as they were all ordered to double stuff their partners. The bound girls stood with legs spread as far as possible, as their partners shoved the dildos into their pussies and butts before fastening the belts at the hips.
Then the booted legs were tied, and 64 packages were ready.
“Loosen their hair.”
Meanwhile, the packages were all extremely aroused and had a hard time fighting their sensations. All wanted to pass the test, but some sunk to their knees, overwhelmed by their feelings and hotness, most mmppffed heavily into their gags, and as their hair came loose they threw it vigorously about.
The 64 other, already with naked rumps and gagged, had known all the while what they dealt out was their own fate too.
And yes, new pairs were formed, and the process began anew. Soon 32 more packages were ready. Quickly and efficiently the progress continued until only one pair remained. They were a silver haired blue skin from the New World and a red skinned Rondaka with a long black plait.
The blue skinned girl packaged the Rondaka and then looked over her 127 packaged comrades.
She too was now serviced by two slaves. When the whole 7th wolfpack was completely helpless, several things happened. The slaves removed their gags and dildos and peeled of their latexa gloves, stockings and corsages. And Lady Jenna van Delft vanished in a short lightning, leaving behind a small young lady with brunette hair in the uniform of a regular guard.
“That went very smoothly. Go ahead ladies and shave and indent our new slaves.”
The freed slaves produced shaving knifes, cream and magical indenters and approached the helpless beauties.
Those mood had changed from distressed hotness to surprise, than anger, quickly followed by terror and fear. Now all struggled mightily to get free and screamed in the gags. All to no avail. The first 8 were simultaneously indented, then their hair manes completely shaved. Balded and marked, legally now slaves, they changed wildeyed looks with their comrades, who moved on their knees to get away from the indenters and shaving knifes.
It took a while and much useless struggling and gag screaming, but in the end 128 dark wolfs had been turned into legally correct slave packages.
The small lady turned to one of the free slaves and made a gesture. The naked and balded young woman vanished into a lightning a reappared as the leadress of the wolfpack, complete with uniform, weapons, green eyes and a blonde hair tower.
“You know how to use the communication mirror?”
“Yes, we already talked all that through, mylady. And now their jargon, you have given me the sluts looks and voice, I will play my part.”
“Good, good. Just stay safe. Just answer the calls of the central control station. If you are attacked, flee, abandon the slaves. We will get them all back later.”
“Yes, mylady.”
The mysterious woman approached the nearest kneeling packages and explained to them:
“I could have taken you all out by a sleeping spell, but imagine all the work we would have had in packaging you all by ourselves. Besides, it was fun, wasn’t it?”
Her answer was a cacophony of:
“MMMPPPH! UMMMPPH! GMMSCH!”