PART 9

REVELATIONS IN SHALAXASHIA

The blonde filter of the cigarette at Danas lips aroused the blonde from second to second more. She sucked at the unlit stick and continued to light the other girls cigarettes. They followed the Shalaxashian custom, and Dana was the one to give the light. She was clad in white blouse and trousers, red boots and gloves and had a scarf around her neck concealing her slave collar. Likewise, she didn’t kneel beside the table, but sat at it with the others. She must hide her slavery here in this country, as laws for slaves were strict.
She gave a light to Zoet, then to Trish. Zusha was next. The redskin didn’t look at her, concentrated on the match and sucked avidly. How pretty she was with a Malego at her fine lips. But Dana still didn’t know what was going on with her. She frowned shortly, but then continued the ritual with Lina Lir, who hid her slavery too. The second redskin of her group was surely not turned into a slave at heart, but the circumstances were very different from Danas. Lina Lir loved Zusha, but Zusha didn’t love her. In desperation, Lina Lir had brought about Zushas abduction, which Zusha later had avenged. The red slave seemed still much in misery, and Zusha still treated her harshly.
Dana was finished with the ritual and finally gave herself a light. She sat down again with the others and indulged in smoking.
The inn around them was crowded, largely with brown skinned, dark haired Shalaxashians in silken garnments, roughly have in long skirts, the others in long boots and loves of shiny leather. She had learned from Veema that companionships were between dominant ladies and submissive ones, and the doms wore boots and gloves, and the subs long silken skirts. Furthermore, Doms had their hair bound back in knots and wore turbans, while subs wore theirs open.
There was much laughter, it already late in the evening and many ladies quite a bit drunk from wine and Shalimo cigarettes, which seemed to be the most preferred brand here.
It was the third day of their dragon journey through the country. So far it had really been uneventful, and yes, it was heavily raining constantly. In the air, in the cabin under the dragon, they had seen nothing of the land due to the rain. Arriving in the evening, it still raining, they too hadn’t seen much of the cities the stayed for the night in.
Only in the inns they had seen a part of Shalxashian culture. The ladies here laughed much, liked to drink and eat, if they could afford it, which all the guests here did. All observed the lighting up ritual. A companionship would have the sub give the light.
The serving maids were slaves, wearing latex stockings and gloves, and a waist cincher, everything in variant bright colours. They were gagged too, the latexa scarfs covering the lower parts of their heads in matching colours to the rest of their outfits.
It had to be hard to be gagged while working so hard, and Dana felt pity for them, but it aroused her too to see them, she imagining herself in their place.
The others conversed about the next part of their journey, through the mountainous Quirkistan, west towards the next seal. She didn’t really listen, but instead looked about for Sirf. Invariably he had found a female cat in the inn. The two were in a corner, starring at each other. So, Sirf was occupied. Finished with her smoke, Veema rose for the toilets presumably. Dana put out her Malego too and rose.
“I will accompany you. Much water went down my throat after this spicy rice meal.” She said to Veema.
The two girls made their way between the tables into a corridor leading to the toilets. On turning a corner, they met two Shalaxashian Doms coming the opposite direction. These held small crossbows, aiming them at Veema and Dana. A voice from behind said:
“No sound you two. Hands at your back, mouths wide open.”
Faced with the crossbows, they obeyed. While they were bracelleted and ball gagged from behind, Dana tried to reach Sirf. No answer. The red ballgag was buckled shut and she groaned into it, already horny. Veema, was ballgag was blue, matching her blue boots and gloves, whimpered into her gag too. Quickly they were leashed, and led away. At the backdoor of the inn, large capes with hoods were put on them. Their captors, five Shalaxashian women, donned capes too. The group then entered the street. It with dimly lit by lanterns, the stones of the street slippery from the rain, which was still falling.
Dana tried again to reach Sirf, again to no avail. Too, no answer from Osh. The streets were completely empty. After a few minutes, on a large plaza, they were conducted into a waiting coach. While it began its journey, they were put to the floor of the coach. Veema beside the blonde struggled in her bracelets and made heavy gag sounds. Dana, despite being aroused as usual, was decidedly unhappy with this new abduction.
Who was behind it? The Kerke knightresses again? Or the strange women with their tamed Orc? Or just some local slave hunters?
After about half an hour, in which neither Sirf nor Osh responded to Danas calling, they had reached their destination. Led out of the coach, Dana found herself in a stable. She and Veema were led into a house, up some staircases, and had to enter a roof. On it was a dragon.
Oh no, thought Dana. The capes were removed, both captives getting thoroughly wet quickly. On the roof, in the rain, their ankles were braceleted too. Then they were put into two stout leather sacks. In the dark of the sack, Dana felt herself lifted and carried towards the dragon, which she knew by the smell of the animal. They were probably put into a basket beneath the dragon.
She had been right, as moments later she felt they were aflight. There was nothing she could do. No word from Sirf or Osh. Wonderful, Dana thought.
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“UMMUMPPHH, GGMMSCHH!”
Veema and Dana were making heavy gag sounds, struggling in their tight bonds.
Both now wore only their boots and gloves and matching latexa corsages which left the breasts free. They were bound was ropes, at the wrists, ankles, knees, elbows and above and below their breasts and upper arms. The ball gags had been replaced with cigarette gags of white latexa, unlit Malegos protruding from their midst, tormenting their lips.
Their heads had been shaved. Bound, gagged, balded and cigaretted, they were much aroused, kneeling there in the hall. Dana had no idea where they were. The flight had taken several hours. When the sacks had been opened, they found themselves in a chamber, where white skinned women in brown leather garments had changed their bondage and shaved their heads. They had then been led to this hall here by leashs.
At the walls were tapestries showing Shalaxashian women, feasting, hunting tigers, bathing, having sex and the like. Thick carpets covered the floor. Lanterns lit the hall well.
They were kneeling before a dais at one wall, on which one large and two smaller stools were to be found.  They were empty.
Behind them stood two of the white skinned women, armed with lashes. Those were silent. Dana could not see them well, behind her.
They had already knelt here quite a while. Dana was now muchly aroused again, the balding and the cigarette gag reminding her of her enslaving. Veema had to have similar thoughts and feelings. Both girls had blossomed much, body and face. It seemed Veema was failing in denying her slave being.
Her thoughts were interrupted as finally the persons entered the hall from the girls left.
One was a leathered clad white skin, very beautiful, was long brown hair falling to her waist, held out of the face by a red broad latexa band on her head. She was armed with sword and dagger, arankian style.
The second was a Shalaxashian dom in light green boots and gloves, white blouse and mini skirt, and a green turban. She too was very beautiful. She too, was armed, was a scimitar and a dagger.
The person in the middle of the two beauties was – a male.
Aghast, Veema and Dana stared at him. He was tall, much taller than the two women, and broad shouldered. He was well muscled, like a Wutandre, even more so. He had shoulder length black hair and blazing green eyes.
Wearing a short black tunic and sandals, his arms and legs bare, showing tan skin. He was like nothing Dana had ever seen. He moved like a predator. Back in Lashayette, Dana had once visited the zoo, and seen lions, panthers and tigers. The male reminded her much of these animals. A black panther, yes, that was it.
He eyed them with these green eyes, his stare was intense. He eyed them as slaves, that was immediately clear to Dana.
The Shalaxashian said:
“Here they are, as bidden, Lord Amra.”
Amra said, his voice deep and calm:
“You did well, Lady Fayasha.”
“I am the best in the business. At least in our realm.”
The woman was very proud and arrogant, it seemed to Dana. But she paled beside the male. Dana starred at him, screamed in her gag and struggled. The first encounter with a real male surpassed her expectations, dreams and hope. How different from a woman he was, how strong, how large, how wild somehow. To be in his arms, helpless taken by him. His rod had to be mighty too, she was sure of that. He could do things with her a female never could do. Females, even Wutandres, lacked the strength for that.
She was horny to the bone, but it was still a good feeling, feeling right.
Lord Amra turned slightly to the other woman, his eyes not leaving the two kneeling packages.
“Guma, have them lashed. Ten strokes each.”
“Yes, Master. Lash them.”
The two women behind the captives used the lashes on them, then strokes for each.
Dana and Veema struggled mightily, screamed in their gags and were aroused even further.
“Slaves!” The male addressed them.
“You have already performed the cigarette gage enslavement. You will repeat that now, to proclaim yourself again slaves, this time to a man, a master.”
Dana nodded immediately, and to Danas slight surprise, Veema too.
The woman called Guma, seemingly a slave too, as she had called Amra master, approached them and produced matches. She lit one, and held it before Danas face. The ex blonde immediately lit up, pronouncing herself slave. The procedure was repeated with Veema, which did the same.
“How nice,” Lady Fayasha said, producing Shalimos and quickly lighting up herself. Dana could tell she was aroused by the sight.
Amra, Danas new master, her first master, by the goddesses, smiled slightly, observing the Shalaxashian slave huntress.
While Dana and Veema smoked their Malegos in the gags, their master and Lady Fayasha continued their converse.
“I wonder what a male does with a slave.”
“Sure you can guess.”
“Naturally, but I am curious enough to watch, even the taking of the slaves.”
“You admit that?”
“Why not. A have never seen a male human before we met, and would like to see how he does sex with a woman. Its just curiosity, nothing sexual. Her heavy dragging at her filtered stick and a slight movement of her hips and legs betrayed her. Dana noticed it, and he was sure Amra and Guma saw it too.
“I think we can arrange for that. You will be well entertained.”
“Splendid. Now to my pay.”
“Ah, yes, your pay.”
Behind the three, two more women had entered. Both were of the leather clad kind, one Arakian, the other black skinned, a Mambaka. The Arankian held a crossbow, the Mambaka carried plenty of white rope, a light green latexa corsage, and the three parts of a white latexa gag. Dana could see a small hole in the centre of the latexa scarf, so knowing it to be a cigarette gag.
She knew what was to follow, and loved it.
“Here is your payment, Lady Fayasha, best slave huntress of the realm.” Amra gestured behind her.
Delighted, Fayasha laughed and turned, only to stare at the crossbow aimed at her, and at the makings of a new slave package. Her eyes went wide, her hands, the cigarette falling to the floor, went to her scimitar and dagger. She was really good, reacting so quickly. But it didn’t help her. Now at her behind, Guma seized her arms and forced them behind her back.
“No,” she screamed, struggling in Gumas grip. The three bond maids, as that had to be it, quickly overpowered her.
“You cant do that, you… ummmpphhh, mmmpphh, gmmmsch!”
She was strictly gagged, then stripped save for boots and gloves. She looked funny, her rump naked, but she still wearing the turban. The corsage was put on her and cinched tight. She screamed into the gag.
Amra, meanwhile didn’t move, just observed the happenings.
Fayasha was tied tightly with the white rope, as Dana and Veema were tied.
The male turned to the two slaves:
“Do you like what you see?”
Dana and the other girl nodded emphatically.
“Did you expect this development?”
Dana nodded, while Veema shook her head. Their cigarettes were done, and were replaced with fresh, unlit ones.  Fayasha, bound, gagged, half naked, now on her knees, was adjourned with a cigarette in her gag too. She wildly sucked at the unlit stick, her body and face quickly blossoming in the bondage.
Her turban was removed, her hair mane freed. The glossy black mane fell down around her, only to be shorn away quickly. Balded, she starred at herself in a nearby large mirror at one wall.
Dana could tell the new captive was muchly aroused, just like herself and Veema.
Amra spoke, both to the two slaves and the new third package:
“Every woman is a slave. Every woman will behave in this situation like you three did. Perhaps some would control themselves longer than you, but in the end, all lit the stick in their gag, pronouncing themselves slaves, with all consequences. You will do it very quickly, am I right?”
Fayasha stared up at him, groaning into her gag. Guma approached her with a lit match. The new captive shuddered, stared at Guma, then Amra, then Dana and Veema, then at Amra again.
“MMPPH, UMMUMMPH!”
She lit the cigarette in her gag, pronouncing herself slave.
Good, Dana thought. That was really quick. The first time, Veema had to be sexually aroused forcefully for hours before she did that.
All three women knew the consequences of this action, well established in their cultures. So, Fayasha must know full well what she had so readily done. We are all slaves at heart, Dana thought once again. This slave huntress, the best in the realm, which was probably true, must have imagined at every capture she made being in her victims place. It was so obvious.
All present watched Fayasha smoke in the gag. The bond maids of Amra seemed pleased. Amra himself showed no expression other than some slight interest in the new slave.
When Fayasha had finished the smoke, she got a fresh unlit stick into a gag and was dragged over to Dana and Veema, knelt left off Dana.
Now there were three kneeling packages before Lord Amra.
“Very well. Let them kneel her for two more hours, Guma. Then they are to be bathed, wearing ball gags. Afterwards, bracelet their hands behind their backs and chain them in the kennels, still gagged. These two at least. This one, before known as Lady Fayasha, you will reboot and glove, tie up again as before, change the gag again and then bring her to my quarters.”
“Yes, Master.”
He turned to Faysaha:
“You asked to witness the taking of a slave by a male. I said that could be arranged. Your experience will leave you with no doubt in the matter.”
Faysaha stared up at him, her eyes wide.
Dana and Veema moaned. Just like I, Veema had hoped she would be chosen, Dana realized.
“Master?”
“Yes, Guma?”
“Are these other two to get relief from their arousal?”
“Most naturally not. If they plead somehow, lash them as you see fit.”
“Yes, Master.”
Lord Amra, MASTER Amra, then left. The three slaves remained behind, helpless, struggling, moaning into their gags.