(Chapter contains bondage and multiple damsels!.
NOTE: Very many geographical names here. For those actually interested not only in the kinky stuff, I would like to refer you to my deviation "OVERVIEW MAP MATRIA E", which can be found on my deviantpage in my gallery. I havent posted it in groups as it has no kinky stuff in it.) 
Dana looked out of a window of the cabin. Under her, she could see the northern coast of the empire, and the mouth of the Gopelit river. A large harbor was located there, with many ships at anchor, resting during winter.  Behind the harbor, the towers, houses and temples of Norbein, largest port of the Doranian empire, rose up.
Norbein was a free city, ruled by a Civa (citizen) council, which answered in turn to the crown in Weidfeld. Or would have, were it not for the civil war. The city had declared neutrality in the conflict, and up to now had maneuvered quite successfully between the two sides in the war. 
The snow storm in Wutandria had lasted for three days. So, they had lost five days in all, before they could continue the quest.  It was already Friganat, the frost month, second month of winter and 11th month of the year. 
Their dragon landed at the port southeast of the city without difficulties. They took two coaches to the nearby city , passed a gate without being stopped, and headed for the embassy of the witchdom of Albor, where they planned to spent the night, before continuing the journey on their dragon to Weidfeld, the empires capital.
The ex maid was curious about Norbein, the largest imperial city she had seen so far, much larger than Maulburg in Audenk, even if not as large as Lashayette or Thy-Web-Rell.  The buildings were mostly of stone, but some newer ones were made of Shagjat, in a grey or white color. They passed the temple of Kerke, it was of black and white Shagjat. Four soldiers and a death knightress stood guard at its entrance, and Dana had to think of Lurave and Koxath. Somehow she was sure she hadnt seen the two for the last time. She giggled as she remembered how they had left them behind, the two fucking each other with the dildos and screaming wildly in their gags.
The people seemed richer and better fed than the Doranians of the south, and the streets were lined with small booths, were many women stood and studied the goods.  The coach stopped and let a procession of Taraves priestresses pass. The worshippers of the goddess of power and just reign in their silvern cloaks and high boots passed, singing a hymn to the goddess.
As their coaches continued on their way, Dana saw on a plaza a galley, with four hanged women on it.  Justice in the empire was harsh. She sent a prayer to Benit and Zoralad for the dead souls, and had to shudder. 
In the witchdoms embassy, the ambassador, Witch Koi-ny-Threll, a redhead with two hair snails in dark green attire, already awaited them. After a drink and a smoke, they all took a hot bath, later a meal with the ambassador and her assistant and their knights respectively.
After all had eaten their fill, and the usual after-meal-cigarettes had been lit, the ambassador said:
"There might be a problem with your journey. The war has come to the archduchessdom of Plorgaust south of here lately. The air space about the area is sealed, by order of the Kaisera. There are heavy fights daily in the air, so it would not be advisable to travel along this route by dragon."
"What other options do we have?" Megan asked.
"Well, you could either continue on horseback, risking involvement in the war and loosing time, or fly southwest to Spannersbeld in Weverodden, the provisional capital of the alliance, the three archduchesses opposed to the Kaiseras rule. From there, you would have to go southeast to Aberwald in Hugenat.  It is held by the Kaisera, and from there you could fly back north to Weidfeld. At each stop, there is a high probability your dragon will be confiscated, and you would be stranded even farther away from Weidfeld then now."
They discussed  the matter for a while, and finally decided that it was better to continue on horseback to Weidfeld. Now in deep winter, troop movements were minimal, and they had a good chance to get through Plorgaust without encountering any troops of either side. The journey would take them about  10 days.  
With that settled, everyone retired for the night. Dana and Tashmal naturally shared a chamber and had some pleasure in the sheets before both slept, Dana holding the smaller Tashmal in her arm.

***

Dana stood on the white sands at the ocean of events in dream world. Was she really here? Or was it a simple dream? She hadnt visited the ocean alone yet, always had she been guided by Trish.
Unbidden, a bubble rose from the sea. Dana felt urgency. How had Trish done it, to leave the body?
Yes, there she lay, sleeping on the beach, her mind free. She entered the bubble. It was easy.
She saw the embassy they were now in. It was night, and snow was falling outside. In the garden, a pair of alboran sentries in their yellow attire with the red lion, sat back to back under a tree, weaponless, tightly bound and gagged. Someone was standing guard beside them. It was a soldier in black and white, a large black death head on her body armor over bosom and belly. A weapon maid of the death knightresses!
Dana quickly moved the bubble, up to their sleeping chambers. In Marules and Zushas room, the two women lay unconscious on the bed, bound and gagged too. Zusha had an ugly big bruise at her brow. a Kerke maid was standing guard.
Was this an event of the future, later in the night? No! It was now, right now! She had to wake up.
She left the bubble and dream world, and opened her eyes...

***

There were several shadows in the chamber, approaching the bed. Dana threw the blanket over the nearest one and kicked her, still laying on the bed, into the belly. The woman gargled and tumbled backwards, against another one. 
Dana let out a long, shrill scream, first to alert the house, and second to startle her attackers. Tashmal woke up. An attacker on the other side of the bed hit the petite brunette with a latexa club, and Tashmal collapsed into the cushions. The fourth attacker tried to knock out Dana with her club. Dana rushed forward, gripped the arm with the club, and pulled. The surprised woman stumbled towards her, and the blonde gave her a powerful header. With a groan, the woman collapsed to the ground. 
Dana saw stars for a moment too, but then she let herself fall out of the bed. A club landed in the sheets were she had lain. The blonde came to her feet and put her fist into the stomach of the woman still fighting with the blanket. A fist to the head followed, and the second enemy was out cold. Two remaining. She attacked the third woman, gripped the weapon maids sword at her belt, and drew it. The Kerke soldier gasped surprised and stumbled backwards, away from the blade.
Dana heard another weapon leave its scabbard on the other side of the bed. Quickly, she knocked the third woman out with the plain side of the captured weapon. Turning, she saw the fourth woman approach her, sword drawn - it was Lurave, the blonde death knightress.
Dana could hear loud voices, the clang of arms, and screams of pain. Outside, a fight had begun.
Lurave said coldly:
"Very well. Lets see how good you really are."
With this, she attacked. After four crossings of blades Dana already knew she had no chance. She was immediately on the defense.  She desperately tried to fend Lurave off, but it was to no avail. Blades crossed five more times, then her sword fell clanking to the ground, and the other blondes blade lay at her throat.
"So much for that," Lurave said with a thin smile.
The death knightress produced the three parts of a latexa gag and threw them accross. Dana caught them.
"I have been waiting for this moment very long now. Payback time, slut. Put it on!"
Tashmals voice said from the bed: "Hey, bitch!"
Perplexed, Lurave looked back. The Achaian fired one of her tiny crossbows, the bolt hitting the Kerke sister at the neck. The woman moaned softly, her sword dropped to the ground, and she went on her knees.
Dana hesitated not a second. She stuffed the gag packing in her hand in the other blondes slack mouth. Quickly she secured it with the strap and sealed it with the band. In Luraves hip bag she found rope, with which she tied the death knightress hand and foot. She connected ankle and wrist bonds, putting Lurave into a severe hogtie, and finally tied her long blonde plait to it too.
Meanwhile, Tashmal had started binding and gagging the three other women, weapon maids of Kerke. Dana lend her a hand, and quickly four packages were ready.
There was still fighting outside. They slipped into their long boots but nothing more, took swords in hand and left the chamber. 
The weapon maids of the embassy and the attackers were in a bloody fight, dead or wounded women littered the ground of the corridor. Further down the corridor to the left, Dana could see Rowenn, Megan and Niyi in the middle of the action. She and Tashmal turned right, and Tashmal opened the next door, Trishs and Zoets. The two Alborans were laying on the bed, bound and gagged and struggling and mmpphing mightily. No Kerke maid guarded them. 
The Achaian quickly started to untie them. Meanwhile, Dana had to deal with an attacking Kerke maid, a woman with a brunette ponytail. They crossed swords several times, then the enemy screamed and stumbled backwards, blood reddening her white tunic with the black deathhead over her body armor. Dana made two quick steps and put her fist into the wounded weapon maids face. The brunette went done. Tashmal returned from the chamber. They rushed to the next door, where Dana in dream world had seen Zusha and Marule packaged.
Two Kerke maids blocked their way. Dana attacked, broke through the left womans defense and impaled her on her sword. The woman, a blonde, groaned and skidded slowly from the blade. Tashmal had finished her adversary too. The door to the chamber was empty, the beds too. Zusha and Tashmal were gone.  
The two lovers ran down the corridor, soon joined by two alboran weapon maids. They reached the staircase and looked down into the hall. Dana could see about a dozen Kerke maids led by brunette Koxath. Two of some carried the bound and gagged Zusha and Marule.  Koxath looked up, their eyes met. 
Dana cried:
"We have Lurave."
The brunette death knightress glared at her, hatred in her brown eyes. She gave command to her maids to stop. 
She called out:
"The bard and the redskinn for Lurave."
Dana answered:
"Thats a deal." She ordered the two weapon maids to go back fetch the blonde captive.
Rowenn, Megan, Niyi, Trish and Zoet appeared beside them. They waited. More alboran soldiers joined them, the fight in the corridors over. 
Rowenn said:
"We can defeat them. They cant escape."
Dana answered: "No, they may harm Zusha and Marule."
Lurave was brought, struggling in the ropes and moaning into her squeaking gag. Tashmal and Rowenn gripped her by the arms.
Dana and her friends with the captive descended the stairs. Koxath and the two maids carrying Zusha and Marule  came forward. The two groups met at the base of the stair case. Lurave starred angrily at Koxath.
The brunette death knightress said:
"I want your word that we can retreat freely once we have exchanged the captives."
Dana nodded:
"Very well. Enough bloodshed for one night. We will release the Kerke maids we have captured in the morning. And we will tend to the wounded."
"That is generous of you. I wish we werent enemies."
"Are we enemies? You know of the danger. Why do you want to hinder us by abducting us? Do you the real enemys work?"
"I follow orders. I am not to question my superiors."
"I see."
They exchanged Lurave for Danas friends. Wisely, Koxath didnt remove Luraves gag or bonds before they retreated.
A few minutes later, the Kerke followers had left the embassy, and everyone started to tend to the wounded, free the overpowered sentries, and secure the captured Kerke maids.
Marule and Zusha were freed too, and Zushas bruise was healed by Trish.  After they had ascertained that both friends were well, Dana and Tashmal went upstairs to dress. In their chamber, both quickly lit cigarettes and smoked while they dressed. 
The  three Kerke packages on the ground had already been conducted outside by Alborans.
Tashmal mumbled, the filter cigarette between her lips:
"They wont give up. They are observing the embassy, and they will follow us when we leave it. Out in the countryside, they will attack again."
"We have to do something about that", Dana said, closing her trousers.
Fifteen minutes later, the friends met with the ambassador and her knight in a conference room. No one felt like sleeping now. All smoked and drank hot Kaff. Zusha, who had been magically healed, ate from a plate of meat and vegetables.  Tashmal stole the odd piece from it. 
The ambassador witch was extremely angry:
"That they dared to assault the embassy. In their uniforms to boot. This is a severe diplomatic incident. The witchdom will strongly protest this."
"Thats fine," Tashmal said, chewing on a piece of potato, "but it doesnt help us right now. We must be on our way in the morning, and our two deathhead friends will follow us, with a bunch of heavily armed minions."
"Maybe will should take the dragon after all," Trish opinioned.
"No." That was Rowenn. The frackled brunette continued: "I am sure our dragon will be confiscated at the next stop. Furthermore, I would prefer to deal with the death knightesses here and now."
"A permanent removal of the two would be advisable," Tashmal said coldly.
"I am strongly opposed to killing them," Dana said firmly.
"We dont have to kill them, we could capture and sell them into slavery." her lover clarified what she had in mind.
Megan, lighting another of her Malegos, mumbled:
"The order of Kerke would only send replacements."
"But we could buy time with it," the redhaired Zoet joined the discussion.
"That would be good. But I am opposed to selling them into slavery. I dont like slavery, even for the two bitches," Dana said.
"We could simply deliver them to a slave trader who would keep them at her house for a few days, securly packaged. Their weapon maids will ask for orders from above. They have a strict hierarchy and self initiative is not encouraged." Tashmal explained further.
"It would involve that Dana and Trish enter dream world again to gather intelligence. Is Dana strong enough for that again? I am speaking of her Mana pool." Megan objected.
Trish answered for Dana:
"I can feel that Dana has still much Mana left. Her pool is growing daily. She has now nearly double as much Mana at her disposal as a month ago."
"They will be in the temple of Kerke in the city. It is heavily guarded and at night magically sealed against intruders. The spell will instantly call an alarm, should someone enter." Rowenn said.
Tashmal sighed, stole another vegetable from Zushas plate, popped it in her mouth and said:
"Well, I think its time to reveal a secret weapon. There is a spell implanted in me to suppress all magic around me. Niyi has it too. We can suppress any spells in a circle of about 10 feet around us. This way I got into the witch academy back then and overpowered the witches and novices there, and this way Niyi got free of her cell, as she tried to abduct Dana."
The Mayutan assasin nodded, but kept otherwise quiet.
Tashmal continued:
"We two can enter the temple and some of you can accompany us. Likewise, we can leave with our two death knightresses."
"What about the priestresses in the temple? Wont they order the weapon maids to catch us even without Lurave and Koxath?" Trish asked.
"Dana will have to ascertain it in dream world, but I think the priestresses are not informed about the two bitches mission." Tashmal answered the witchs question.
"Very well" Dana concluded. "Then lets get started."

***

The temple of Kerke in Norbein was a little fortress in itself. High thick walls, a strong tower in the center, and a dome for the worshippers to one side. The dwellings inside the walls could have easily held several hundred weapon maids.
Dana, Trish beside her, moved the bubble, thinking of Lurave and Koxath. The usual rush of colors, and she looked down into a dimly lit hall. The two death knightresses were in a nightly meeting with two others of their kind. One seemed to be a superior, and the second one carried a magical staff with a gleaming black crystal.
The superior was a large, muscled woman in her forties, with brown hair in a tight, big knot at the back of her head. The maga was more slender, about thirty, and had open black hair, held out of her face by a white leather band, and blue eyes.
"So you have failed for a third time. At the next occasion, I will take matters into my own hands." the oldest woman said, starring coldly with her grey eyes at the pair. 
Koxath said: "Lady Bann Knightress, we will follow them when they leave the city. If they do so by dragon, we can easily intercept them with fighter dragons. If they travel on horseback, they will be easy prey outside the city walls."
"Lets hope you are right - for you two. Dismissed."
Lurave and Koxath saluted, turned and left the hall. The Bann Knightress stared after them. The black haired maga with the blue eyes mouthed a cigarette. 
"I should have accompanied them tonight. And your magic would have been helpful in the assault too. Does all this even interest you in the slightest, Maga knightress Zilanith?"
"What do you expect me to say, Bann knightress?" Zilanith mumbled and lit her cigarette. She smoked cooly.
"Do you have any proposals how to deal with these sinners?"
"It is as sister Koxath said. If they  take the dragon or proceed on horseback, either way they will be easy prey to us. I am looking forward to seeing this Danadeva. When we have her in our hands, I have a nice, strong spell for her, making a good worshipper ofKerke out of her. My speciality, Bann knightress."
"I know, sister. You were sent to me for this reason, with recommendations of the GreatKonnetabel herself."
Dana felt that her Mana was declining. She quickly searched for Lurave and Koxath again, located them in two seperate chambers retiring for the night, and scouted the temple a bit.
They would have to take out this Bann knightress and Zilanith, the maga, too. Wonderful, she thought, but to be honest, she looked forward to packaging the two, especially Zilanith, who was quite attractive and would look delicious tied up and gagged. Dana wondered if the maga was hot too, then she left the bubble with Trish.

***

Dana, Tashmal and Zusha crouched before Luraves chamber. A few feet to their right, Niyi, Rowenn and Zoet had taken up position before Koxaths room.
It was later in the night, near morning already. The six had left the embassy through a secret corridor leading to an alley nearby. On reaching the Kerke temple, they had used pitons to climb the wall, while Tashmal and Niyi had activated their anti-magic zones. The two witches had stayed at the embassy, as they would be of no use in the anti magic zones, likewise Marule, who was no fighter. 
The six friends were clad in black again and masked and hooded.  It had been easy to reach the two death knightresses chambers once they had climbed the wall. Sentries had been evaded.
On a sign of Tashmal, Zusha opened the door. The three entered, aproached the bed. Lurave was sleeping, her beautiful long blonde mane like a waterfall on the pillow. Tashmal put her dagger at the blondes throat and a gloved hand on her mouth. The Kerke sister woke up and a moan escaped her.
"Hello again, bitch. Dont move, no sound. I would really love to cut your throat." Tashmal whispered. Luraves blue eyes stared up at her full of hatred. Dana and Zusha womanhandled her on her belly and tied her wrists at her back. Ropes followed that pinned her arms to her body. Quickly, she was transformed into a helpless package. Meanwhile, Tashmal had stuffed her mouth with a latexa packing and had applied strap and band over it.
They pulled the helpless woman to her feet and helped her in her tighhigh black boots. Finally, they wrapped the furblanket of the bed around her and fastened it on her with more ropes. The captives would have to march through the city, and it was very cold outside. 
A leash was put around Luraves neck, she would be guided by Zusha. They left the chamber with their prisoner. Outside, they met the three others, Zoet was guiding Koxath, the brunette Kerke sister like Lurave bound, gagged, booted and wrapped in a fur blanket. Lurave and Koxath stared at each other and mmpphed in their gags. Koxaths eyes were wide and moist.  
They marched the prisoners down the corridor, turned left, went up a staircase, and entered another level of the tower. There, both the Bann knightress and Zilanith had their chambers. 
Zoet and Zusha remained behind with their two captives, while the four others entered the leadress chamber first. The bann knightress was sleeping too, her brunette mane open for the night. A few minutes later, the muscled woman struggled to no avail in her tight bonds, screamed in an equally tight gag, and stumbled in her boots on a leash into the corridor, there meeting Lurave and Koxath. 
Rowenn was left in charge for her, and Tashmal, Dana and Niyi headed for the Magas chamber.
Light came out from under the door. They listened and Dana put her eye to the keyhole. 
Zilanith was naked save for her long black boots and gloves and was occupied with fondling a rondakian slave tied spreadeagled to the bed. The slave moaned wildly into her ballgag. 
The Rondaka looked different from Zusha, shorter, with a broad face and oblique eyes. Her head, save for the face, was encased in a black latexa cap. 
The black haired maga stopped her attentions, took her cigarette pack - Malegos, the brand of lust and pleasure - and mouthed a filtered stick.
When Zilaniths attention was occupied with lighting a match, Dana and the others entered the chamber. Tashmal aimed a small crossbow at her and put a finger to her lips. Niyi and Dana quickly were beside her and sized her arms.  Zilanith stared at them with a perplexed expression, sucking inadvertently at her unlit cigarette between her black painted lips. 
Dana and the Mayuta started to tie her up, roughly handling her about. 
"No, spell, sister." Tashmal said and approached her. She took the cigarette from Zilaniths lips and held a gag packing before her mouth.
"Open wide now."
Zilanith obeyed, and the packing was shoved deeply between her teeth. The woman groaned into it. Tashmal fixed the packing in her gaping mouth with the latexa strap and sealed it with the broad white band, while Niyi and Dana finished tying Zilanith up.
"What about the slave?" Dana asked.
"We will leave her here." Tashmal said, pulling the gag band just a little more tighter before she knotted it shut.
"Cant we..."
"Dana, please! You cant free all slaves in the world." Tashmal interrupted the ex maid. 
"UMMPHH! MMPPFF!" Zilanith mewed and squirmed in her bonds.
Dana had to smile. The Kerke maga was as hot as she had hoped, obviously already very aroused by the bondage. 
Niyi put the fur blanket of the bed around her, and it was fastened with rope. Dana leashed the woman, and her fourth captive was ready.
They joined the others in the corridor. The four packages glared at each other and groaned into their squeaking latexa gags, squirming uselessly in their tight bonds. 
The friends couldnt get them over the wall, so they had decided beforehand they would go through the temple dome beside the tower, overpower the guards at the entrance, and simply leave through the gate. 
Dana, Zusha, Rowenn and Zoet marched with their leashed captives through the hall of the temple,  approaching the two guards. The Kerke maids noticed them coming, turned and starred at them in disbelief. Meanwhile, Tashmal and Niyi had stalked on them, and now quickly dealt with them with clubs.  Both went down without difficulty, were quickly bound and gagged, and tied back to back in a corner in the large shadows of the hall. 
They opened the gate and marched with the four death knightresses out into the snowcovered plaza.
After a march of about twenty minutes, the group reached the house of a slave mistress, knocked at the gate and entered as it was opened. Having been alerted by a messenger of the ambassador in the meantime, the mistress herself and four of her maids were already awaiting them.
Tashmal gave instructions regarding the captives treatment, and money was exchanged.
The Achaian concluded:
"You will deliver the four in exactly one week to the temple of Kerke, as a present for the high mother there. Dont believe them if they claim to be death knightresses of Kerke. Best you discipline them and keep them as much gagged as possible."
"Dont fear, mylady. We have no love for the order of Kerke, and especially the death knightresses. If these would be real sisters of Kerke, we will discipline them just as well during the coming week."
"Splendid."
The four packaged women were  mmpphing heavily into their gags and all struggled mightily. Dana could tell that in Zilaniths case it was because of her mighty heat. The fur blanketts gone, Dana caressed a breast of the Kerke maga, who tried to press her body against the blonde.
"At first, we will shave their heads and sheet them in latexa," the slave mistress said.
The mmpphing and struggling of the four death knightresses grew even stronger at that.