Nothing had changed to the better with Dana, Tashmal and the others, all eight still completely helpless, when their captor appeared again, leading two slaves on a leash. Dana was sure these two big breasted girls, one dark, one blue eyed, had a short while ago been important ladies of the Empire, although she didn’t know either of them.
Other than the eight kneeling here, they wore tape gags the same colors as their boots and gloves, red and blue respectively. Strangely, unlit cigarettes stuck in the gags of both. 
Both had their legs tied and were knelt with the others. The two obviously knew each of the other captives. The one with the freckles and the red gag starred at them all with open pleasure and lust.
“Hmm. What do you all think of a change of gags? Tape the color of your boots and gloves and nice Malegos sticking in them to suck on. Unlit, I am afraid.”
Dana changed a look with Tasmal. She doubted the tape gags would be easier to wear than her current silencing, and the prospect of having a cigarette between the lips, unable to remove or smoke it, while they all lusted for a smoke, wasn’t exactly appealing either. Several of the others moaned and shook their heads.
“Yes, that’s a fine idea. Here we go.”
She pointed with right index finger at each package, and one by one the white latexa gags vanished, being immediately replaced by tapegags the color of each girls boots and gloves. The new packing was different, of latexa too, but smaller. That didn’t make it better, as Danas mouth was pressed shut by the tape.  She was still as perfectly silenced as before. From a Malego pack on a sideboard eight cigarettes hovered over, placing themselves in the small holes in the tape. Hers was shoved between Danas lips until it stuck firmly there.
The contact of the lustcream impregnated filter with her lips let Dana groan anew into her gag. It was as terrible as she had feared. Her lust for a smoke was enhanced tenfold. She couldn’t help but suck on the filter. She looked into the large mirror, eyed each of the ten captives, their tapegags and the cigarettes in them. Especially her lover Tashmal, who looked very hot now in a bizzare way with the Malego in the gag.
The ex blonde didn’t notice when their enemy left the room…
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Lady Maga Luxa Devaden was one thing above all: very cool. At 25, she was the best psychic maga of the Empire, employed in the war now won in influencing the minds of enemies or forcefully altering their personality and ensuring undying loyalty. 
Her lover, Lady Mage Deli Ochsenfeld, had the same specialty and was only slighty less strong , being only 22 and less experienced.
Luxa was an Achaian, rather tall for the subrace, with the typical milkwhite skin and black hair and eyes. As common among the Empire gals, her mane fell down to her waist, it was branded into many curls. She wore black lipstick and her eyelids were painted black too. Booted and gloved in shiny black, her dress was the light green of the magas.
Deli wore the same boots, gloves and dress, she was a Doranian like Danadeva, and blonde too. Her hair was only chin length, parted in the middle, falling equally down to both sides of her pretty face. She wore classical red lipstick and had blue painted eyelids.
The two Magas were conversing with the minister of trade, in the newly unified world a quite large task, and her first scribe.
The minister, Genyveve tar-Bladden, was an Alboran, tall, thin, with small breasts, a slender face, frackles and classical red hair held back by a silvern silken scarf and falling down her back to her waist.
The scribe, Orca-kai-Kur, was a Rondakian with red skin and black hair, of a short, slightly rounded sub race, whose hair was in two long plaits at both sides of her head. 
Minister and scribe wore silvern boots and gloves and light blue dresses, the official uniform of the scribes.
It was talked about sports, tennis to be exact, which the two Magas and the Minister played frequently.
The group was interrupted by a young guard, who surprised them with a summoning to the Empress herself.
Most naturally, the four immediately accompanied the girl out of the party hall. Luxa was curious about the Empress wishes, but not afraid, like most others were when called to the supreme rulress. 
On entering the antechamber, the four ladies were informed they had to wait a few minutes. The guard offered cigarettes, Malegos, as Luxa noticed with a raised eyebrow. She herself always smoked those, proud of her coolness despite the arousing substances in smoke and filter. It was said Luxa could keep cool when having caressed her clit, pussy and breasts, and the Achaian Maga loved this image she had by others.
So she took the offered stick like the others did. She was only mildly astonished that this diminuitive young guard would smoke this brand. Anyway, she shrugged it off and mouthed the Malego. She watched her lover Deli and the two others do the same, she loved to see other beauties “filtered”, as the Achaians called having a cigarette between the lips.
Despite the cliché that Alborans were quite cold, Luxa saw that Genyveve greedily sucked on the filter of her unlit stick, even letting out a small moan.
The Maga smiled inwardly. She thought about mumbling a small spell to enhance the Alborans arousal yet a bit more.
This was the moment when her jaws were pressed together, latexa filled her mouth, invisible hands pressed her arms to her sides and others gripped her ankles, holding her in place. 
As tape appeared in her face and quickly encased the lower portion of it, leaving a hole for her cigarette, she let out a perplexed “UMMPPH!”.
Luxa saw that the three others were held in place too, and they too now wore tape gags, silvern for Genyveve and Orca, shiny black for Deli. In a nearby mirror, she could see her own gag was black too. She looked ridiculous and bizzare with the cigarette sticking out of the gag.
With an angry gesture, she threw back her head, her hair flying about. She tested the grip holding her. She couldn’t move her feet or her arms, was securely held in place.  The gag was efficient too, that was obvious. 
Her lover Deli and the two others didn’t take the situation as lightly as Luxa. They struggled and screamed into the gags.
The guard said:
“You will all be packaged now. Then you will be marked as slaves and your heads shaved. As I prefer to do only two girls at once, Lady Luxa and Lady Deli will have to wait a bit. I am sorry for that.” 
She smiled.
How dare the slut… Luxa fumed inwardly.  She watched as Genyveves and Orcas gloved arms were forced back and tied by magically moving ropes at elbows and wrists. She was helpless, could only watch as the two others got the treatment, knowing she herself and her lover would receive exactly the same next.
The Achaian had to admit that the situation was arousing against her will. Her nipples were hard, her pussy filling with juice.  Gagged, she couldnt use her magical powers. Quickly analyzing the situation, she decided there were no options other than trying to keep cool.
“Maybe you want to smoke while waiting? There is a channel in the packing for the smoke, you just have to blew out through the nose.”
With that, two small flames appeared before Delis and Luxas faces. Deli immediately  lit up, and Luxa, aroused more and more by the second, couldn’t resist and bowed her head to the flame too, taking a deep first drag. 
Smoking a Malego while gagged and helpless and watching the packaging of two other beauties further strengthened Luxas hotness more than she had anticipated. She couldn’t help but grunt and groan frequently into her gag and move in the invisible grip, her hands in fists at her side.
The redhead and the Redskin had now been magically stripped save for their silvern leather boots and gloves. Their bodies were quickly tied with more ropes.
Luxa starred at them, imagining herself being striped and roped, knowing it would happen in a few minutes. She avidly smoked the Malego in the gag. Changing glances with her lover, she saw that Deli had exactly the same thoughts and feelings.
Genyveve and Orca shook their heads and screamed in the gags.
The outworlder had during the evening recruited some freed slaves, put them in guards attire and had regrown their hair. Delighted to be of help and with the prospect of payback time, those were very eager and determined.
This help was needed to speed things up, as the night wouldnt last forever.
And so, the door to the antechamber opened once more, and yet two other ladies entered, accompanied by a “guard”, seemingly summoned by the Empress. 
It was the governor of Kuzai-Mumbolo, a mabakian jungle realm, petite, black skinned and blackhaired, with red lipstick and eyelids, the mane falling free, red silken ribbons interwoven with it. Boots, gloves and dress were red too. Her name was Shalimbe.
The other girl was a Ayodhyan, a slender, brown skinned race with soft, delicate features, her black hair open too, hold out of the face by a blue silken band. Her boots and gloves were blue too, the dress white. Named Kayakeja, she was a dreamwanderer, which were used by the Empire as a sort of thought police. The young beauty was among the most powerful of her kind.
Both beauties had been offered cigarettes outside already, so the entered the room “filtered”, as Luxa thought of it. Both were unsuspecting and mainly concerned with receiving a light for their Malegos. They were already several feet into the room before they realized what was going on.
Luxa, like the other three tried to issue warnings, but produced only “Ummphs” and MMPPHHS”.
It was too late anyway. Both girls were immediatly held in place and tapegags appeared in their faces.  
Luxa felt panic rise within her. 
The enemy offered the two new girls smokes while they waited too, and as Deli and Luxa had done, both quickly lit up and smoked. The two changed glances with Luxa and her blonde lover. 
All four watched in horror as Genyveve and Orca were indented as slaves and then balded. As the two packages were magically carried away, Luxa felt her arms forced back and tied at elbows and wrists. No, no, she should take the other pair first! The Achaian struggled, screamed in the gag. Her cigarette was finished, she and Deli had it replaced with  fresh ones, which weren’t lit.
Luxa lost her nerves more and more as she was stripped, tightly tied. 
As her legs were forced together and bound, she tried to calm down and noticed that already another pair of beauties was in the room, both immobilized and gagged too, just in this moment greedily lighting up their cigarettes in the gags.
This woman planned to package and enslave the whole elite of the Empire, she suddenly realized. And she was quite successful. Her attention returned to her own body as she was indented at the hip. She struggled uselessly as her hair was shaved completely, leaving a milkwhite bald skull. 
As she and Deli were carried out of the chamber, and Shalimbe and Kayakeja were stripped and tied up, yet another pair walked into the trap and were fixed in place and gagged.
No, this couldn’t work for this bitch! She had to be stopped, she would be stopped. But it would  surely not be done by Luxa, who now was just another slave package…