"I think she's coming to," The Queen alerted the Dark One who was watching the darkness claim a few more of the townspeople. "Damn shame," she muttered as she watched Belle's life fade away. She could have had fun with her.
The Savior groaned as her eyes fluttered open. "What the hell did you do to me?" She demanded.
"We tried to make you immortal. Unfortunately, it didn't work. So, we have to play nice," Regina answered with a scowl. The Dark Swan turned to face the unamused Queen. "Not too nice, Regina. I know our Savior can take a little rough handling. She might even enjoy it."
Emma jerked her head side to side as the Queen grabbed hold of her chin and ran her hot tongue up her pale neck. The Dark One enjoyed the view as the brunette paused to nip on the young woman's ear. "She tastes delicious," the Queen purred.
"I bet she'll taste even better once we warm her up," Dark Emma said. The Queen couldn't untie her fast enough. Emma fought and struggled, but the two women quickly overpowered her.
Soon, the young blonde was tied down to the long dining table with her arms stretched above her head and her legs bent at the knee, spreading her naked body wide open. "Excellent knot work, my Queen," the Dark One praised her lover.
Emma could do nothing but arch her back and turn her head to try to relieve some of the pressure on her already aching joints. "She looks beautiful like this…" the Queen whispered as Dark Emma wrapped an arm around her waist. "Beautiful little swan…"
"I'll show you little! You crazy bitches are dead!" Emma screeched. "Down, girl. It's going to happen whether you like it or not. So do yourself a favor and show some restraint," Emma's darker half taunted.
Oh how she loved the fierce fire lighting up behind those green orbs. "Let me out of these ropes and I'll show you some restraint," Good Emma growled. The Queen grinned and swiped her finger between the nice little valley of the young woman's legs.
As soon as the brunette's finger made contact with her skin, Emma's head fell back down onto the table and her back arched. "The anticipation alone is enough to get you off… you're 10 times more responsive than your dark side," Regina purred.
The Dark One pierced the Queen with her eyes, anger sparking behind them. She knew the woman was trying to rile her up, and it was working. She didn't know why she felt so jealous; Regina was technically toying with her, after all.
"Virgins are the horniest," Dark Emma spoke up, pinching on Emma's dark pink nipples. This statement made Regina pause in her exploration. "What?"
The Dark One smirked down at her better half, pleased to see her eyes widened in fear. "That's impossible!" the young blonde stuttered. Dark Emma bent down to whisper in the woman's ear.
"Oh, but it is, Princess. We may have failed to make you immortal but that dagger did change some aspects about you… you may notice your body is extra sensitive- "the Dark One slapped her breast to emphasize her point- "that dagger healed every bruise, ever scar, even the tiniest of past injuries..."
Emma's breathing hitched as her tormenter poked at her entrance. It hurt like hell. "You are as ripe as the day you were born… and I just can't wait to tear through that pretty little pussy and take you like the little whore that you are," the Dark One finished her speech.
"I want to hear her scream," Regina spoke in a seductive tone. "Oh she will…" Dark Emma hissed as she ran her nails down the restrained woman's throat.
Then Emma did something that caught both women off guard. She smiled. She was not going to give them the satisfaction of seeing her break down and cry.
"Is something funny?" The Queen asked. "Oh no," the blonde answered as she allowed her grin to fade. Over the years she had learned the art of quiet sex. She and Neal only ever had sex once, as he had complained about her lack of motivation aka lack of verbal noise.
Yes, many had tried to make her scream. Tight knots, extremely flexible positions, larger-than-average cocks, even the occasional spanking. Now one might argue that she had screamed and begged when the Queen had tortured her, but that technically wasn't her. She was stuck inside the Dark One's body but unable to control it. It was like she was an entirely different person, which now she was.
"How about we start off with a little foreplay? Just to test the limits on your new and improved body," Dark Emma said as she sauntered over to a box and plucked something out. Emma watched her carefully even as the Queen's hands roamed and ignited the heat between her legs.
Emma's eyebrows raised as she recognized the candlestick in the Dark One's hands. She could definitely handle this. The Dark One chuckled at her calm demeanor. Emma had no idea what was really in store for her. "If you think this is the worst it's going to get, you are wrong," she said softly as she lit the flame.
Emma bit her lip and tried not to wiggle as the candle neared her skin. It's just candlewax, Swan. You've endured worse.
Her heart beat sped up as she realized the Dark One wasn't going to simply drip the wax onto her skin. The small flickering flame came into contact with her stomach and immediately she flinched away from it. It didn't hurt at first; in fact, it was oddly mesmerizing as she watched the flame lick at her abdomen.
Then her brain receivers kicked on. It was like alarm bells were ringing loudly in her head as the flame scorched her unmarked flesh.
The Queen chuckled darkly as she watched the Savior's attempt at being brave. She wanted to smack the smug look off her pretty little face. So, she did the next best thing. She forced her lips upon the young blonde, biting down on her bottom lip harshly as she did so.
Not even a whimper vibrated against her mouth. Emma kept her mouth tightly shut, teeth ready to bite down if the Queen even tried to push her tongue past her lips.
The candle had begun to drip now, adding to the pain of the flame. The Dark One was slowly moving downwards now, as she was satisfied with the white drops of wax covering the young woman's breasts. Regina suddenly cried out in pain as Emma bit down on her tongue.
Emma tasted blood and resisted the urge to spit it back in the older woman's face. "You wanna play rough? So be it," the brunette growled. The blonde choked as the woman rammed a dlido down her throat with a ball gag attached to the end.
Suddenly, the stimulation was too much. The wax was too hot, the ropes too tight, the hands on her body too rough. Tears filled her eyes as she fought to breathe. The Queen laughed darkly as she watched her struggle.
The Dark One paused and looked up at her good half. The woman looked like she was going to pass out; her throat was constricting and expanding, her eyes filled with tears, her hands clenched. She was going to have to learn.
Setting the candle down, Dark Emma made her way over to the blonde's other side across from the Queen. "Relax your throat and breathe through your nose. This shouldn't be anything new that you haven't done before."
A gagging sound was heard from the back of Emma's throat as she unsuccessfully tried to do as she was told. Her panicking body made it hard to breathe through her nose, as her sinuses were plugged. The Dark One finally took mercy on the woman and pulled the cock out of her throat.
Emma coughed and choked for a good minute before finally catching her breath. "Please stop this. I'll do whatever you want just please let me rest for a while," she pleaded. The Queen looked unamused. "Our Savior is giving up on us so soon?" She cooed.
"I haven't been feeling well. Please just let me have a glass of water and lay down," the blonde said in a raspy voice. Emma wasn't lying; she really had been feeling under the weather. Maybe once they let her rest she could regroup and figure out a plan.
The Dark One gently pushed her head back down to the table. She noticed that the blonde did feel rather warm. "Alright, I'll make you a deal." In her hand, she conjured up a long purple dildo that looked like it could be used to snake a drain. "If you can take half of this down your throat I'll let you rest."
Emma looked at the toy with wide eyes. The thing looked like it could reach clear down to her stomach. Luckily it wasn't girthy, just long. "Let me." Regina pushed her way over and reached for the dildo. Dark Emma snatched it away from her grip. "Go run a bath. I'll handle this."
"But you said- "
"Now." The Dark One ordered. Once the Queen was gone, she returned her attention to her good half. "You can do it," she said softly as she noticed the apprehensive look on the blonde's face. Emma slowly nodded and obediently opened her mouth.
Emma was relieved when the woman didn't just ram it in like Regina had. Once the toy reached the back of her tongue her stomach lurched and she gagged. The Dark One held the toy still for a minute to let her adjust. "Come on, slut. You used to swallow the pirate like a pro," the dark half of her taunted.
Emma lifted her head up and felt a few inches go down her throat. She squeezed her eyes shut and breathed through her nose as she tried to imagine herself somewhere else. Having dinner with her family. Drinking stale coffee on a stakeout with Regina. Playing video games with Henry. No. No, she couldn't think of her son when she was doing something like this.
Bile rose in her throat but she managed to keep it down as she took another few inches. Her eyes popped open as she realized the toy was very nearly down her own throat. She was almost halfway, but she knew she couldn't take the rest on her own.
The Dark One smirked and pushed down on the toy until the whole half of it was buried in the blonde's throat. A retching sound came up from Emma's throat and her chest rose and fell as she tried to breathe. "You did it," Dark Emma praised. "And you look so beautiful."
Inch by inch the dildo was taken out. The Dark One laid the toy aside and untied her good half, helping her to stand. "Now let's go get you cleaned up."
Thankfully, Regina was nowhere to be seen when they arrived to the upstairs bathroom. Although it was a little strange, Emma was beginning to prefer her own dark company rather than the malicious Queen. She allowed herself to be lead into the warm water, no longer embarrassed of her naked body.
Come to think of it, she wasn't angry, either. Just exhausted.
The Dark One hid her concern at the sight of her good half. Maybe they had pushed her too far. The dagger's power had attempted to consume her, after all. She conjured up some medicine for the woman to take. She wasn't coddling her; no, she was just dealing with the problem at hand.
She didn't have time to take care of a sick Savior when she needed to start rebuilding the town to her liking. Emma needed to learn her place, as did the Queen. She was just luring her into submission. Yes, that was it. She didn't care for Emma; she didn't even love Regina. She was just doing what was necessary.
"Open," she commanded as she held the small cap to the woman's lips. Emma's eyes barely opened at her stern tone. "I just need… need a sleep…" Emma slurred. The Dark One gripped her throat lightly. "Emma Swan I will drown you in this tub if you don't open your god damn mouth and take this medicine."
"Do it… then I can be with my family."
The Dark One rolled her eyes. Now she knew how her parents felt. She was too stubborn for her own good. So she did what her father used to do; plugged the woman's nose and poured the medicine in once her mouth opened.
Emma gagged a couple times and acted as if she were going to throw up, but soon her head rested back on the tub and her eyes closed once more. "Having difficulties, are we?"
Dark Emma ignored the Queen and began washing the wax off the woman's body. "The bitch deserved it," the Queen continued.
"We pushed her too far," the Dark One finally spoke. "The darkness was too much; her body couldn't take it."
"And why is that a problem? Let the Savior die then."
Dark Emma turned to look at the older woman. "If she dies, there's a pretty good chance that I die, immortal or not. We're the same person."
"Well whatever you are planning to do with her, hurry up. It's been a whole day since you've touched me," Regina whined with a little pout. The Dark One rolled her eyes and turned back to Emma. The Queen could be so needy sometimes.
But Regina wasn't done. She sat down on her lover's lap and began rolling her hips to grind on her front. Dark Emma shivered as she realized the woman wasn't wearing any underwear. She hadn't had a chance to properly fuck her yet since she became the Evil Queen, and she was a little on edge.
"Go warm up for me. I'll be in there soon," she purred. The Queen planted a soft kiss on her mouth. "I might finish before you're done."
Dark Emma grabbed her ass and squeezed until the older woman whimpered. "Don't you fucking dare."
There was a spark of fear behind Regina's insidious gaze, and she nodded submissively. The Dark One released her and fought to focus on the task at hand. It was difficult; Emma was so out of it and every brush against her breasts or between her legs caused a sigh to escape as her hips twitched which caused her dark half to pinch herself to keep in control. Not yet.
"Okay, Emma, let's get you to bed," Dark Emma said as she grabbed a towel and attempted to stand the woman up. She attempted to poof them both to Emma's room but found her magic wasn't working. That evil bitch stole the dagger!
Regina must really want to be punished. Oh, she would be, all right. Just not in the way she was expecting.
"Emma, could you at least try to walk?" The Dark One muttered as she wrapped one arm around the woman's waist and another around her shoulders. "Mm already in bed…" Emma sighed as her head lolled to one side.
Dark Emma wracked her brain trying to figure out a way to get herself to the bedroom clear down the hall. How the hell did her mother who was not nearly as strong as her manage to get her into bed every time she came home drunk? Even Regina was at least 20 pounds lighter.
She'd have to test her own strength. Picking her good half up bridal style, her shoulders aching and her back protesting as she took a few steps forward. Nope, not happening. Emma slumped to the ground as she released her. Damn that Regina!
Dark Emma knelt next to Emma and tapped her face until she showed signs of consciousness. Her green eyes cracked open and a small smile appeared on her face. "Carry me, Daddy," the blonde said in a delusional haze.
"I need you to get up and go to your bed," the Dark One said as she tried not to lose her patience. "No, I wanna sleep here…" the blonde mumbled. Dark Emma stood and sighed. Fuck it. If she wanted to sleep on the hard ground, then so be it. She looked comfy enough; she was wrapped in a fuzzy towel and she had soft carpet below her.
Regina was waiting on her bed when she arrived; ass in the air, toying with a vibrator as her arousal dripped onto the bedspread. The Dark One would have thought it to be sexy if she wasn't so pissed off. "You stole my dagger."
"What dagger?" Regina said innocently before moaning loudly. "Don't you fucking play innocent with me. You're an impatient slut, Regina. We'll be lucky if Emma and I aren't dead by tomorrow morning," Dark Emma snapped.
The Queen batted her long lashes up at her before licking the vibrator. "Oh, don't be so dramatic. I'm sure she'll be fine. Besides, you have more… important things to worry about," she said, wiggling her ass. "Give me my dagger now. Or I swear I will stick my fist so far up your ass you won't be able to shit for a week."
"Promise?" Regina teased. "God dammit, Regina!" Dark Emma yelled.
Emma slowly came to, finding she was laying on the carpet in the bathroom. How the hell did she get in here? She looked down to see she was naked with only a light towel covering her. Was she roofied? The last thing she remembered she was trying not to choke on that weird purple dildo.
Rushing water came to mind, but the thought quickly joined in with the other confused pieces clouding her brain. Was her father here at some point? Why the hell was the room spinning?
Loud voices echoed down the hall. Suddenly, she realized this could be her chance to escape. They had left her alone. Forcing herself to stand, she went to the doorway. They were probably having some kinky sex or some shit. Maybe they were doing it to the sounds of Jay Leno; oddly enough she always preferred having some background noise during sex to distract herself. What a strange thought to have at a time like this.
"Maybe everyone I ever slept with sucked. No, that can't be right; they were all homophobes." Emma thought with a smile. Focus, Swan! Find an exit.
Her skin was burning and her stomach churned as she stumbled out into the hallway. Her head was full of gumdrops and lollipops, making it hard for her to even walk. Whatever drugs they had given her must be pretty damn strong because nothing had ever made her feel like this before.
Eventually she made it to the staircase. It looked like the top of a mountain in her weakened state. There was no way she would make it down, but she had to try. For Henry. For her baby brother Neal. For her parents' deaths. For the town she was unable to save.
Halfway down the stairs, her legs buckled beneath her. She grabbed the railing for support as she lowered herself to a sitting position. Maybe it would be okay to rest for just minute. Just one minute and then she'd leave…
"Well, I had no idea you'd like it that much," the Dark One said as she cleaned her hands off. The punishment for the Queen had gone in a whole different direction than she'd thought. She had managed to get two fists in the older woman's ass and even went to far as to fuck her pussy with her foot while keeping a small vibrator attached to her clit.
5 orgasms later, the Queen was quite sated. "I've always liked it rough, my dear Swan. But you are by far my favorite little toy. That was quite an ordeal."
"Glad you think so," Dark Emma muttered as she repocketed her dagger. The great lengths she would go to please the woman was maddening. Just think; Emma Swan: Dark One as a slave. How fucking disgusting.
"Come snuggle with me," Regina crooked a finger and threw back the covers to invite her lover in. "No. I have to go check on Emma," Dark Emma answered as she straightened her clothes. The Queen's smile faded and she glumly laid her head on the pillow behind her.
The Dark One almost felt bad; she had confined Regina to a lifetime of darkness with her, the least she could do is show her a little appreciation. But she couldn't get caught up in this jumbled mess of feelings, she had a motive. A goal. To take over the town and inflict pain and suffering. Revenge.
It was a bit more difficult now that everyone had died, but she couldn't keep taking her anger out on Regina. She needed a new target. A pure of heart target. A Savior.
It was a little twisted; essentially she is inflicting pain on herself. Maybe after her good half became more submissive she would take over another town. Take over the world. Okay, that was a little far-fetched. But then again, it wasn't. She had forever to accomplish what she wanted.
Baby steps. Regina had received her punishment; now it was time to take what she wanted. It was the most disgusting and vile thing she could think of, but the urges spurred her on. And really, what was so wrong about it? Technically it would be called masturbation. This was just extreme masturbation. Maybe even narcissistic masturbation.
A loud crash broke her out of her thoughts. With the Queen hot on her heels and still very naked, Dark Emma tore down the hallway to see the Savior crumpled up at the bottom of the staircase, leaning against the door that only opened on her command.
"Jesus, how sick is she?" Regina asked as they approached her. The woman was a mess; the towel no longer provided coverage, and it was covered in vomit. Her blonde tresses covered her violently pale face, and her she wheezed as her chest rose and fell.
"The darkness must have affected her more than we thought. I gave her some medicine to help bring her fever down but it just made her delusional," Dark Emma said. "Are you sure you gave her the right amount?" The Queen asked. Looking up at the older woman, the Dark One was surprised to see that she was nervous.
"I may have given her a tiny bit more than the bottle recommended, but I didn't want her trying to escape," the young woman said. "We have to do something. You could die, Emma."
The Queen poofed them upstairs and together they tucked the Savior into bed. Neither one even thought about sleeping. They couldn't; not when something this valuable was on the line. "Is there some way you can link yourselves back together?" Regina asked worriedly.
"I may have had a chance, but now that I've used the dagger we're completely separate. We just have to wait."
I thought about making this the last chapter, but I'm not quite ready to give this story up just yet. Hope you all enjoyed this chapter! See ya in the next one!
