“Every slave has to be thoroughly gagged permanently, if not actually being fed and watered, that’s essential in their treatment. These weak sluts are getting horny by the gags, you know,”
Tabatabai Kokjash, a tan skinned beauty with raven hair in white dress, boots and gloves mumbled coolly while lighting a match for her filter cigarette.
Gujia  listened intently. It was very interesting what the Korkanistanian beauty, who was the most successful slave huntress and abductress  of the Empire, had to say about the treatment of slaves. Guija found it quite arousing. She imagined being abducted by this strong, cool and proud woman.
Gujia Teng was a very beautiful, petite oriental young lady of the subrace Mellin, who were said to have the most beautiful lips of all of Matria.  Gujia was no exception in that. Wearing green boots and gloves and a likewise green dress, her eyelids painted green too, and , you know it already, green lipstick, her thick jet black hair fell down openly to her hips, even longer than that of most other ladies at the party.
She was neither a mighty warrior nor a powerful maga, she wasnt even really evil. She had done nothing of use during the war for the Empire. Nevertheless, she was a highly valued person, as she was the best violin player of the entire planet and the Empress loved the high arts of any kind.
So, she was at the party this night too. She had befriended another great young artist, a zillagollan girl whose paintings already achieved record prices. This young beauty was called Marisa and had tan skin, a higher, more slender build than Gujia, and her dark hair was worn only chinlength. Her boots, gloves and dress were light blue like her eye and lip make up.
Gujia had noticed that quite often pairs of party guests were guided away by a guard and heard there were private audiences with the Empress. So she wasn’t surprised when she herself and Marisa were too bidden by a guard to visit the Empress. She excused herself from the group about the impressive Tabatabai and joined sweet Marisa and the guard.
Reaching the antechamber, the guard offered Malego cigarettes. Marisa immediately took one and mouthed it. At first hesitating, Malegos were strong on the oriental artist, the sexy sight of Marisa with the cigarette let Gujia change her mind. She shrugged and mouthed a stick too. Her juices began to fill her small pussy as she sucked inadvertently at the blonde filter.
The guard opened the door and she and Marisa entered. Both were already several feet into the room until they realized the situation.
Before them were four other pairs of young beauties, seemingly unable to move save for useless struggles.  All girls wore tight, shiny colored tape gags, burning cigarettes sticking in the middle of the gags. Further inside, a fifth pair was naked save for boots and gloves, strictly tied with white rope. 
The young artist was so surprised by everything that she did nothing for some seconds and just starred. That was time enough that she too was held in place by invisible forces, a latexa packing appeared in her mouth, and an extremely tight green tape gag around her lower face, the cigarette sticking in it, protruding out.
“Ummpph!” the gagging made her quickly very hot. Beside her Marisa grunted deeply too, she too was held in place and tape gagged now.
The Mellin tried to calm down.  Gujia could hardly imagine a sight more arousing. Take to that the fact that these other pairs and finally she and Marisa were destined to get this treatment too, and were forced to wait and watch helplessly, further deepened the artists rapidly growing hotness. What an extremely cool and hot situation. And she was part of it all. It was hard to think of the consequences.
And how hot her gag was, the cigarette adding to it. A small guard, obviously the captor in charge approached her and Marisa.
“You can smoke these cigarettes while you wait, There are channels in the gag packings. You just have to blow out through the nose.”
Small flames appeared before her and Marisas gagged faces. The artist didn’t hesitate and lit up.
Enjoying the smoke while being gagged, seeing Marisa lit up too, she watched as the “treated” pair had their legs tied, their hips indented with the slave mark, and their long hair completely shaved.
Like grain sacks, they were carried off to the next room.
One of the other pairs had finished their cigarettes, which one of the fake guards replaced with fresh ones.
“Want another smoke?” the main captor asked the pair. The two starred at her, exchanged a glance, than one of them, a brownskinned girl of a desert realm with oily looking black hair and white eyelids, her lips under the gag probably white too, nodded. Gujia could see that both girls were very aroused.
They lit up and had another smoke. The Mellin sucked on her own stick in the gag too, blew out smoke through her nose and tried to think it through.
Obviously all the pairs summoned to the Empress before had already been packaged. Behind herself and Marisa, yet more would follow. The small woman, a very powerful maga, clearly aimed at enslaving the whole elite of the Empire this night. Perhaps even the Empress herself was already her helpless prisoner. 
As cool and hot all this was, the young beauty clearly had no interest in being a slave. So, she had to escape the situation, turn the tables. The trap seemed to have worked perfectly so far. Just as she thought that, the next pair entered behind her and Marisa. 
It were two generals in black boots and blue uniforms, a redskinned Rondaka and  a yellow skinned Mayuta. In the blink of an eye they were held in place and tape gagged, perplexed sucking on their unlit cigarettes in the gags.
The next pair got the treatment, being stripped and tied up. All pairs were dragged further inward by the magical hands, making room near the door for more pairs of beauties falling into the trap.
Marisa tried to resist the magic, but even other girls clearly much stronger than she failed at that. No, Gujia thought, that was not the way. While enjoying the packaging of two more beauties, back in her mind the artist kept thinking. Was there a way to escape? To alert the palace?
Physically there was clearly no way. Her own packaging was inevitable and would probably happen in about 10 to fifteen minutes. 
When she and Marisa had finished their Malegos, they were magically replaced with fresh unlit ones. The pair in front had their legs tied. Still, it was such a cool operation. 
Another pair entered the trap, was fixed in place and silenced.
When Marisa and the Mellin were offered lights for their new sticks, Guijia accepted without a thought and smoked again. 
The Chruchor of the room, the magical smoke evaporator, had quite a busy night.
Guijia had no magical abilities, so she too couldn’t alert someone with this method. So was there in the end no way out? Would this harmless looking woman triumph?
She definitly didn’t want to be a slave. This packaging here would be a hot adventure, but it wouldn’t define her further life. Or would it?
She observed the marking and shaving of the pair in front. They were carried off, the next pair was stripped and bound.  The pairs were shuffled further inward again. 
The next pair entered, got gagged and hold in place.   
This continued, and the pretty Mellin just didn’t come up with a way out. Finally it was her and Marisas turn. She groaned in the gag as her wrists and elbows were strictly tied and her dress and lingerie was cut away. Inadvertently she heavily sucked on the fresh unlit cigarette, the third between her lips since she went into the trap, and struggled in the invisible grip. Her arms and body were roped next. She watched while Marisa beside her got the same treatment.
Both girls panted heavily and mewed into the latexa packings under the tape wrap gags. 
After their booted legs had been tied too, and they had been indented at the hips, shaving cream appeared on their hair.
In a mixture of fascination and horror, the oriental beauty watched her hair fall to the ground and her head being balded in one of the large mirrors.
As she and Marisa were carried off out of the room by the invisible hands, Guija finally realized there was no escape. She had been reduced to a helpless slave package and only help from the outside could save her. Suddenly she screamed in her gag and started to struggle like mad, finally losing her nerves. Naturally, it was to absolutely no avail. 
Many of the beauties falling into the trap in pairs had similar thoughts and feelings like the Mellin, some remained quite cool until finally packaged and carried off, but not a single one of them escaped the packaging or could alert help. In the end, if strong or weak, helplessly aroused or totally cool (at least for a while), dumb or smart, totally evil or just running with the pack, they got gagged, roped, indented, balded and carried out of the room, transformed from cool, arrogant, proud elite of the Empire into very much aroused helpless slave packages.