"Gag me now, Dana, please., Make it tight."
"As my little artist wishes."
The blonde shoved a blue latexa packing into Vimajas gaping mouth, applied gag strap and band, in blue too, and leaned back.
"MMMPPFF! GMMSCH!"
"The gag adorns your face well, cute artist."
The packaged girl nodded emphatically. Beside her and Dana on the large bed, Zusha had serviced the football player, a girl with white blonde dyed hair in two ponytails,  and was already fucking her with a dildo. They had decided beforehand that, if bondage would be involved in the pleasures, it would be the other two who would get the treatment. Caution was the parole of the night.
Tashmal had had no objections to Dana and the Rondaka meeting with the young artist and her lover. So they met Vimajas, watched the game, and waited in one of the stadions taverns for the Vixen girl afterwards.
The game had been a draw, 3 to 3. As Dana had already expected beforehand, both teams were very good, showing a level of football Dana had never dreamed of. There had been thousands of people in the stadion watching it, and they had been very loud, screaming, singing, clasping hands, whistling.
The experience had been worth it in any case.
And now, they were far into the pleasures of the night.  Dana turned away from her "victim" and lit a cigarette, naturally a Malego. Vimajas squirmed and moaned piteously. 
"In need, my cute artist? Wait till I finish my smoke."
"UMMPPH! MMPPHHH!"
"Why do you all say that?"
***
"It will snow today."
"How is winter in Rondakalor?" Dana asked and removed Zushas left center archer with her right center battle maga. 
"Very severe, much more so than here in the West. It get worse as farther you get to the east.  The snow is often higher than a tall woman." The Rondaka answered and took the battle maga with  her general.
They were sitting in the inn "Kerkors beauty", another etablissment at the riverbank, dedicated to Kerkor players. Vimajas had shown it to them. The young Achaian was sitting at their table, drawing, one of her Klinguas.
"Kerkors beauty" had walls in blue and red, the colors of the game. The floor was checkered  with plates of blue and red too. There were pictures on the wall, showing classical Kerkor situations, openings, standard assaults, defenses.
On each table was a Kerkor board, the pieces already arranged for play. The maids were all young and pretty, but the guests were mainly older, most over 40. Dana, Zusha and Vimajas were by far the youngest persons in the hall, the maids not counting.
Good, Dana thought, Zusha took the bait. They continued to exchange pieces, than Zusha seemed to have repelled Danas attack. The board was now much emptier, nearly two thirds of the pieces gone. It was the 38th turn.
"TheAmbassador should have returned by now. But no message from Megan."
"Does that worry you, Lady Dana?"
"No, not really, Zusha. I am a bit afraid about what the Ambassador will tell me. If she stays in Albor a little while longer, its okay with me."
The last sentences they had spoken in Doranian, not completely trusting the young artist yet. The blue haired girl didnt seem to listen, she was concentrated on her sketch block, an unlit Kigumo seemingly forgotten between her silvern lips.
"This looks like a draw." Zusha said.
"Do you think so?"The blonde asked rhetorically and had to supress a smile. "Its capture of Queen in four." 
Zusha looked down on the board. Her eyes narrowed.
"Ahh. Now I see it. So you won again. You would make a good general. Or, no, you are too soft for that. You would feel grief for everyone dying under your command, and even for the killed enemies."
"You are right. I prefer killing pieces on the board."
Dana leaned back and mouthed a cigarette.  Zusha drank from her cherry juice. The artist was still captured by her work.
"Dont you have a lesson at the 14th hour, Vimajas?"
"What? OOHH, yes, Klish!"
The girl fetched her belongings and rushed out of the inn, without even saying goodbye. She had a very stern teacher, who didnt look likely on belatedness.
Dana chuckled. Even the Rondaka smiled.
An Achaian, surely over 60 years old, came over to their table. She had short grey hair and wore no makeup, which was very seldom found in the country, even among women as old as she. The woman wore long linnen trousers in white and a grey vest.
"Greetings, pretty young Madamellettes. Would one of you young chicks play a game with me? My name is Mareshes Gyptok."
"Greetings, Madamelle Mareshes. I am Lady Dana, and this is Lady Zusha. I will play with you."
Zusha changed to Vimajas former seat, and Mareshes sat down at the board. Dana had started to deploy the pieces. 
"Dont you want to lit this cigarette, young Dana?"
"Oh, yes." She lit the stick. Keeping it at her lips she asked: "Do you want one too, Madamelle?"
"No, thank you, not now. But I could use a shox cup."
"I will order it for you," Zusha offered and rose.
"Dana is the short form of your name, red clad beauty."
"Yes, my full name is Danadeva."
"Did you know that a Doranian Kerke priestress named Danaderit was one of the greatest players of all time?"
"No, I didnt know that. When did she live?"
"About five hundred years ago, before the Great Chism."
Which was the split of the church into the ones who worshipped both light and darkness, and those who only worshipped the light aspects, as Dana knew.
"You may play blue, Danadeva." Which was the side that moved first, a strong advantage in the game.
"Are you a professional player, Madamelle Mareshes?"
"I was in my time. Left center dragon riders spearwoman to G4."
Dana made her own move without thought, announcing it aloud like Mareshes.
"You are from Moravan?"
"Is my accent this easy to determine?"
"No, your accent is that of the Elya valley in Southwest Achaia. But you wear a leather string around your neck with one of your first teeth, a custom from Moravan."
"You know much about the world, it seems."
Meanwhile, they continued playing, anouncing their moves aloud. Zusha had returned with Mareshes schox. 
Dana placed half of her reinforcements. It was the 6th turn. In response, Mareshes placed all of her reinforcements to form a very strong defensive position.
She wants to see how I assault and beat that, Dana thought. Very well. She thought about her strategy. Two, three minutes passed. She killed her cigarette. Mareshes asked:
"You never played with a sand clock?"
"No, Madamelle, but we can use one. If you are willing to forget the three minutes I needed up to now."
"In our next game. You have already decided how to proceed, so do it. About 120years ago, there was a big tournament in Leibech, the seat of the archduchess of Moravan. Over 60 Kerkor mistresses took part. It was won by Appliga de Volerta, a mistress from Zillagoll."
Dana placed the rest of her reinforcements and tossed the dice for the storm front. She moved it to its new position. It was well out of the way of her planned avenue of attack. Her moves were quick now again. Mareshes didnt even seem to look at the board and her moves came always instantly after Danas.
"The red boots and gloves fit your limbs nicely. A red ball gag would be a good addition."
Dana smiled at that, tried to imagine it. "You may be right, Madamelle."
"Ever played gagged?"
"Uuuh, no. Who would?"
"200 years ago, the Marquesa of Nusplicata in Liganor let two mistresses which Donna Bondas had abducted play against each other while they were gagged, rubberized and dildoed. They were an Achaian and a Telestak. The Achaian won the game and her freedom. She later became grand mistress of the republic. Her name was Lisamal Platashos. "
Dana began her assault, they started trading pieces. It was the 18th turn.
The blondes attack was repelled with ease. She retreated in the 26th turn, to avoid further losses. 
She lit another smoke, drank from her juice.
"Your assault is known as the Gronnian Thrust. I assume you never heard of it. Its a strong offensive, but it has its weaknesses. And you made several mistakes. I will now start my counterattack. Its called the Wutradian hammer."
Dana wanted to topple her queen after the 45th turn.
"No. Play on. You can still reach a draw. If one plays with the sand clock, ones opponent might be in a stronger position, but shorter on time."
They continued.  In the 60th turn, it was Capture of queen in 2.
Dana wiped sweat from her brow and took just another Laxago. 
"Time for,  and interest in, another game, this time with the sands?"
The blonde nodded. She suddenly noticed that about twenty other guests were sitting at tables around them, all facing them. They started clasping their hands. Dana blushed. 
They were 13 turns into the second game as Vimajas returned from her lesson.  Dana introduced her to Mareshes and the girl sat down. This time she watched the game.
The sand in her clock ran out in the 39th turn. She would have lost anyway in about 10 more turns.
"Thank you very much for the games, Madamelle Mareshes. We must be on our way now, as we meet friends shortly. "
"I have to thank you, it was a pleasure. Will you return to this place?"
"Yes, I will."
"I am looking forward to more games against you, blonde Danadeva. You should trust your instincts more. Dont think so much. You have the instincts of a player. And think about that red ballgag."
Dana laughed. She went down on one knee. "I wish you well, Madamelle."
***
So, the Tra Ka Dar were the warriors of the Ruka Ro, the High Queen of Tresha Kor , the mightiest of the rondakian countries. She started to read the next page. Her stomach growled. She was hungry, and could use a cigarette too. The Great Library of the Republic was one of the very few places in the city were smoking was forbidden.
Very well, she thought, I will come back tomorrow. Zusha was accross from her at the long table, watching a picture story, a Klingua. She could read and write, but only the rondakian script.
She looked up as Dana rose, then continued with her Klingua. The blonde carried the heavy old book back to the shelf were she had taken it from. There were several other women in the corridor, young students by the look of them. Dana put the book back in the shelf and turned, yawning.
Two of the women seized her by the red gloved arms, a third one put a dagger at her throat.
"No sound, blonde. Open wide."
Dana obeyed. A bright red latexa ballgag was shoved into her mouth, the black belt of it buckled shut at the back of her neck. The gag was extremely heavily impregnated with lustcream and fit her mouth as if made for her.  Her love tube was filled to bursting point with her honey in the blink of an eye.
"UUUMMMPPHH!"
Her arms were forced behind her back and manacled, then her legs at the knees, with a small chain between  them. A leash was put around her neck. They led her to a part of the shelf three meters farther, one removed a book and pulled a small lever. A Part of the shelf swung inwards and revealed a small chamber, lit by a lantern. Dana was led inside.
Quickly, the attackers, it were five of them, cut her dress and underwear away with knifes. Naked save for boots and gloves, Dana was rudely handled about. 
"MMMPPH! UMMMPPHH! MMPPH!"
Dana shuddered. They put her on her knees. A white cream was applied to her blonde mane. A shaving knife was in attendance. They shaved her head completely, very quickly, expertly. A red latexa cap was applied, sheeting her bald head, leaving only her gagged face free.
Dana had never been so aroused in her live. Her blue eyes were bulging, she drooled from the gag. 
She heard:
"This Klish is hot like a pleasure slave from Mambaka. She will pose no problem. Lets go."
A door at the back of the chamber was opened and revealed a dark corridor. Dana was led into it. She screamed into her gag and stumbled along.
***
"So we meet again, inn maid."
"MMMPPHH! GGGMMMSCH! HHHMMPPHH!"
"A bit hot, are we? Well, you look hot too. It would be a pleasure to fuck you, but I never fuck my customers before sale."
"UMMPPH! MMMPPH!"
The Donna Bonda from the night at the inn when everything began laughed and squeezed one of Danas big naked breasts. She screamed in her gag. She was on her knees before the Southerner.
The two other Southerners were there too, and the black clad yellow skinned Xishaika.
Behind Dana were her five abductors, all young and fit, clad in typical students clothes. They were all Achaians. A sixth  Achaian was in the room, a fat woman in a silvern long dress with shoulder length black curls.
Dana had been led for about ten minutes through the secret corridors, then they reached a door that led into the open. The abductors had simply entered the crowded streets with her, leading her around like a pleasure slave, chatting, laughing, smoking, even stopping to buy some juice and candies. No amateurs.
Many looked upon the red package, but not in alarm or to help her or call the authorities, but because she looked so hot and was so much in heat.
And so, after half an hour, they had reached this house, a large villa on the west side of the river.
"Donna Jalatti, you are satisfied?" the fat woman asked.
"Yes, your minions did well, Madamelle. They are really the best."
"Thank you, Donna. I train and pay them well. Your further plans remain unchanged?"
"Yes. I will leave Lashayette after nightfall with the customer by dragon."
"What about the dark blade?"
"My Mayuta will take care of her. She will be dead before the sun rises."
"Very well.  I have prepared a dinner for us. Would you like to join me in feasting?"
The Southerner, Donna Jalatti, her hair open today, she wearing black boots and gloves and white clothes, nodded.
"But first things first. Go ahead, suspend her."
A heavy rope was bound around Danas body. The Achaians pulled, the package stood, then her feet left the ground, and seconds later she dangled from the ceiling, the high heels of her boots about three meters above the ground. Dana was still screaming into her ballgag and squirmed uselessly.
"Fine, very fine. I wish you much fun up there, inn maid."
With that, the Donna Bonda left with the fat women and her own henchwomen.
The five Achaians remained, taking out of a trunk swords, daggers and crossbows, arming themselves.
They took up position in the hall and stood guard around the single helpless aroused young woman dangling from above.
***
Dana didnt knew how long she had dangled from the ceiling, but the sun, visible though the small long windows of the hall, was going down rapidly.
The guards didnt waver in their attention. They didnt drink, they didnt smoke, they didnt even look up to the hot sight of the red package.  But suddenly, they seemed get nervous. One even moaned.
All at once, the produced cigarette packs and mouthed sticks. One exclaimed: "All light, quick, by Jalima, goddess of greed!"
"Yes, quick!" another said.
Suddenly, five crossbows dropped to the ground, the women went on their knees and made:
"UMMPPH! MMMFF! GGMMMFF!" if gagged heavily.
The door to the hall opened. Back clad petite women entered, all were masked and hooded. They were armed with swords, daggers and the mini crossbows Tashmal had used. Another woman, clad as they, followed, but she was very tall and very thin and carried a a staff of white wood with a gleaming green crystal at one end.
The small women, Achaians by their build and height, went to work on the five guards. The unlit cigarettes were removed from their mouths, gags were applied. Knifes cut clothes until the five were stark naked. Rope bound them strictly and securely.
Two of the black shadows went to Danas suspending rope fastened at a ring in one wall. The red package was lowered to the ground.
"MMPPHH! UMMMPPHH!"
"I must confess I am enjoying to see the bitch thusly," the tall woman with the staff said.
It was Megans, the alboran witch, voice.
The small woman beside her lowered her mask and said:
"She IS delicious when packaged. And this a very cool version of the treatment."
It was Tashmal.
"GGMMMPPHH! MMMUMMPPFF!""
"She needs relief quickly and strongly."
"I am not sure if she has deserved that, but I will do it for you, Tashmal."
The witch pointed her staff at Dana, until the green gleaming crystal touched Dana at her sex. Megan whispered some alboran sounding words, and suddenly Dana cumed, mightily, one, two, three, four times. She collapsed to the ground.
Tashmal was beside her and removed the ball gag. It came free with a loud "Popp!"
"Uff, that.. that was heavy. I need a smoke, quick."
Another of the masked women put a filmu between Danas quivering black lips, lit it. She inhaled deeply, her cheeks were sucked in. Yes, that was wonderful.
The key to her manacles had been with one of the five abductors/guards. Tashmal used it.
"Leave the latexa cap on Dana, it looks cooler than a bald head."
"I agree, cute whore."
"Whats the matter, Megan?"
The witch had removed her mask to and starred at Dana in obvious disbelief.
"She... she... I mean... after my climax spell she should unconscious for hours."
"She is a tough, bitch, the inn maid."
Dana went over to the weapons of the now packaged guards and took up a swordbelt, donned it
and loosened sword and dagger in their scabbards.
"Dana honey, you look just outstandingly cool and juicy, naked save for boots, gloves and head sheeting, not to forget the swordbelt and the burning cigarette deep between your black lips."
The Doranian grinned at that.
"Is here a mirror?"
"Over there, booted beauty."
Dana took a look. Yes, that was cool. Very cool. She smiled at her mirror image. Megan snuffled angrily.
"It may be advisable to continue our assault now."
"You are so right, wise witch," Tashmal chuckled.
***
They searched the villa, meeting Zusha and yet more small shadowwomen, guarding about a dozen packages, partly Achaians, partly Mambakas, Rondakas and Doranians, the non-Achaians wearing slave collars around their throats.
Zusha licked her black lips as she saw Dana. The ex blonde grinned.
One of the shadowwoman said to Tashmal:
"The houseowner and the Tallavoras are over there, feasting. Four slaves, two more guards, oh death mistress."
Death mistress? What did that mean? So Tashmal was mistress in an order or guild. But death? Later, Dana, she told herself.
Dana, Tashmal, Zusha, Megan, and about twenty shadowwomen simply entered the room of the feast.
The four slaves, two Mambakas, a Butrava and a tall fair skinned one, possibly a Doranian, immediately went to their knees and the two guards dropped their weapons and raised their hands.
The fat Achaian, Donna Jalatti and the two other Tallavoras sat at a table ladden with provision. The fat one shrieked in panic. The Donna Bondas reached for their swords, but thought the better of it. They starred angrily about.
Tashmal turned to Dana and said:
"That is your show, Dana."
"Very well. Your friends will package guards, slaves and this fat cow over there.  Zusha and you will service the two other Southerners, and Lady Jalatti is mine."
And so it happened.
A few minutes later everyone had gotten the treatment save for Donna Jalatti, who stand, save for her black boots and gloves naked, in the middle of the room, fuming with rage.
"Fine, please kneel, Donna," Dana said.
"You bitch! Fucking Patti!"
"I take it "Patti" is the Achaian "Klish" in Liganorian. The sound of this phrase is universal. You seem to need a gag. That can be helped."
She threw a red ballgag across. The house was full of bondage material.
The Donna caught it and starred down on it, gulping.
"Yes its exactly the same kind. Just as huge, just as strongly lust creamed. Put it into your mouth."
"You cant escape, you Patti! Where I failed, others will come. We will get you in the end!"
"Must a command be repeated? How do you think about a whipping?" Danas voice was cold as ice.
Donna Jalatti stared at her, sudden fear in her eyes. Quickly she worked the huge ball into her mouth.
"UMMMPPH!"
"Buckle it shut. Make it tight. Tighter. I want to see your eyes bulge."
"MMMPPHH! UUMMMUMMMPPH!"
"Thats fine." Dana turned to the shadowwomen. "Manacle her at hand and knees,then leash her."
She turned away, to Tashmal.
"What shall we do with all of them?"
"The slaves will be resold. The fat woman will be put into a leather sack and sent by dragon to Mambaka, there is a market for fatties down there. Her minions will be sold to a liganorian slave galley in the river harbor, to be chained to the rudders, rubberized, dildoed, and gagged. The Donna Bonda and her two henchwoman - this is up to you to decide."
"Sell the two other southerners too. Give the money to an orphans house. Donna Jalatti - can we take her home with us, I would like to sex interrogate her."
"It will be done as you say, Dana."
"Is the Xishaika under the captives?"
"No. She is here?"
"Yes.  The Donna called her a Mayuta. I take it thats a sub race or culture. She was ordered to kill "the dark blade". That cant be you, Tashmal?"
Megan, smoking one of her Malegos, said:
"You cant hide it from her forever, Tashmal."
Tashmal sighed. 
"You are right again, wise witch. Well, Dana, "The dark blades" is the order of the Assassins in Achaia, and I am one of them. A mistress among them, to be exact. Hence the title death mistress. Satisfied?"
Dana nodded. She went over to Megan and asked her for a cigarette. She had decided that mini-boobs was ok after all. The witch seemed surprised, but then took her Malegos and stuck one between Danas lips, slowly, delicately so. a cautious smile appeared on her face.
"Thank you, Megan."
Zusha lit Danas stick. The ex blonde inhaled, blew out smoke and turned to Tashmal again:
"So your numerous friends here are dark blades too?"
"Yes. Some of them were constantly watching you and Zusha all these days. I take no more risks with you, Dana. This way one saw the abductors emerge in the streets near the library with you and followed them here. The rest was easy."
"Remains the Mayuta. An assassin too, I gather."
"We will think about her later. Time to go home. Plarette!"
One of the shadowwomen -  the dark blades - approached them.
"Yes, death mistress?"
"Please, order a coach for us, I am hungry. Ugumbe was cooking as we left home."
"Yes, death mistress."
"Oh, wait. And call my favourite beauty maga. Lady Danas hair needs regrowing."
Dana patted her own latexa sheeted head and grinned:
"I was just starting to like my new hair style."