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Emma considered that in her current, seemingly perilous position, defense was the best offense so she decided to play the game. After all it was one she was very familiar with which should give her small advantage, wherever the fuck she was.

"Up!" The queen ordered and Emma rose gracefully to her feet in one fluid movement. Once again, the queen was impressed. "Follow me." Emma did as instructed, keeping her eyes down and hands behind her back as she walked. Another door opened and from what the blonde saw that they were in a large bedroom. A canopied four poster dominated the far wall, the apple tree motif once again appearing, carved into the headboard.

Regina settled herself comfortably on an imposing, high backed chair, covered in black velvet with gilt arms and leg. It was very throne-like, Emma thought.

"I am going to ask you some questions. You may answer freely," Regina explained, Emma looked up at that, meeting the queen's eyes, they locked with her own before Emma deferred control to the queen and looked down. It would not do for the queen to think she was being challenged. Emma had no idea what the woman was capable of yet but she had already exhibited a lot of power. Magic, even, and the blonde needed to know more.

"Yes Mistress," The queen smiled at the title, once again pleased with the ease that it was spoken.

"Who did you belong to?" Regina questioned.

"No-one, Mistress," Emma answered honestly.

"No-one?" Regina frowned. "I don't believe that." She found to hard to believe that one so obedient had not belonged to a wealthy master or mistress.

"No, I did not belong to anyone. I was paid for my services." The queen's brows rose at that but so did her disgust.

"You were a whore." Emma detected the change of tone but wasn't surprised. It seemed little differed between her world and this one.

"Of a sort." The queen was intrigued by the answer and undertone it carried.

"Explain." Emma really wanted to look up to gauge the queen's reaction but forced herself to stay still, keep her eyes down.

"I was paid by people to make them my slave," at that green eyes finally looked up and Regina inhaled as she saw the different persona looking back at her. Gone was the submissive, here was a dominant personality, sparking with fire. A breath and it was gone, the eyes dropping down again.

It was silent as Regina absorbed the information. It made sense, one had to know how one wanted a pet to behave. But, it did not mean the teacher had been broken herself? Or did it?

"So, I will re-phrase my question. Who taught you?" Emma held back a smile, the woman was smart. Not that it surprised her, the queen was a woman in charge and that did not generally go hand in hand with stupidity.

"One who I did call Mistress." Emma replied, careful how she worded her response.

"Did?" Regina was curious regarding the woman's use of the past tense.

"Yes, are you not my mistress now?" The queen narrowed her eyes at the question, flattery was implied but to acknowledge it would give her pet some leverage.

"Maybe," Regina's response was non-committal. "Tell me of this woman you belonged to."

"She taught me well, but I was not shared," Emma consciously made that piece of knowledge available to the queen. She was not a common whore and would not be treated as one. "She released me once my training was complete and I put my talents to use. People pay a lot of money in my world to have the control taken away from them. Powerful men and women. But, they were never allowed to touch me."

Regina sat back in her chair as she studied the blonde. She had cleaned up well, now the smeared make-up had been removed. Her hair was still damp and hung down the sides of her face, partially obscuring her features.

"Look at me," Emma was surprised by the command but obediently raised her eyes. Regina stood and circled the blonde as she knelt there, noting in finer detail her muscle tone, pale skin, generous but not over large breasts, the nipples standing a slightly darker pink, hardened from the cool drops of water still drying on the woman's skin. She was attractive, beautiful even, and there was a strength to her that defied her current situation. The brunette frowned, dropping a finger to the skin of Emma's back and tracing the fine, almost invisible lines she found there. Emma forced herself to stay still, although the touch was light her back was very sensitive.

"Who whipped you?" She asked softly, curious about the scarring. "Who did this?" she questioned in a sterner tone when no answer was immediately forthcoming. "Your mistress?" Emma didn't answer. She didn't see the slap coming until the queen's hand bounced off her face. "Answer me!"

"Yes," Emma hissed, surprised that the queen had resorted to such physicality, her cheek still stung from the force of the blow and she could feel her lip swell were it had been cut by her tooth. It had been a long time since she had been on the receiving end of physical punishment and it was causing mixed emotions to stir within her as the queen held Emma's chin between her fingers, forcing her to look up into dark brown eyes.

"Hmmm, she shouldn't have marked you. It was careless," Regina frowned at the thought. It was disappointing to have such a beautiful canvas marked by another. But, maybe she could add her own mark? "Was that how she broke you?" The queen queried, curious now

"She didn't break me," Emma informed the queen.

"She wouldn't or couldn't?" A prudent question, thought the blonde. "Answer me!" Fingers reached out to pinch Emma's injured lip, it seemed the queen was running low on patience.

"Both!" Emma cried as the wound re-opened and the copper tang of blood hit her tongue.

"Why?" Regina was intrigued by the woman's confession as she watched a rivulet of blood snake over her fingers and down the blonde's chin before it reached the hollow of her throat. "Did she care for you? Love you?" She sneered, squeezing harder. Emma hissed at the pain.

"Yes, she came to love me." The blonde admitted as she stared at the queen, unable to look away.

"Did you love her?" This was getting interesting.

"No," Emma replied honestly and without hesitation. "Love is weakness." She took the words right out of the queen's mouth.

Regina stepped back and surveyed the blonde.

"So, what happened? Did she love you too much to hurt you?" Emma nodded.

"But this looks like she hurt you, a lot," Regina allowed curious fingers to trace one of the scars. "Was it not enough?" She purred, suspecting she knew the answer.

"No!" Emma gasped as a fingernail sliced down her back, following one of the faint white lines that covered her skin.

"She didn't own you did she?"

"No." Emma bit down on her lip without thinking, aggravating the cut and drawing another hiss from her.

"She didn't own you because she didn't earn your respect." The queen murmured. "Did she?"

"No!" The blonde cried as the queen twisted her nipple.

"A good pet loves her mistress, will do anything for her, respects her," the queen purred right into Emma's ear and the blonde became a little light headed. "Well, let's see what we can do about making you my pet, hmmm?" Sharp teeth bit down on a soft earlobe and Emma whimpered. What was this woman doing to her? No-one had ever managed to affect her so much.

"Would you like that? Hmm?" The question was loaded and Emma didn't answer, knowing that accepting could put her in a very serious situation. She didn't think the queen would take either rejection or failure lightly. Plus, she had no idea where the hell she was, how she got here or if she was ever likely to see her apartment in Boston again.

"I have questions," Emma took the opportunity while speech was still free to her. Regina frowned and stepped back to observe the blonde.

"Alright," she confirmed. "You may ask." Emma took a breath, able to clear her head now that the queen was a few paces away.

"Where am I?" Emma decided to forgo the swearing, she wanted answers.

"My palace," the queen answered, somewhat facetiously Emma thought.

"Which is where, exactly?"

"Kingdom of the Dark Queen, Fairy Tale Land," Emma blinked, that was not the answer she was expecting. Until now she had harboured some hope that this was some extremely elaborate set-up. That had just been shot down.

"You have magic?" The blonde queried, Regina mildly impressed that she hadn't become hysterical after her first answer.

"I do." The queen confirmed with a nod.

"What does that mean?" Emma's question was purposely broad, she wanted as much information as possible for the fewest questions.

"It means." Regina paused whilst she considered her answer. "That I am the most powerful ruler in Fairy Tale Land. It means I have very few limitations," With a wave of her hand a fireball formed, hovering above her palm, then, with a flick of her wrist it flew to the fireplace and ignited. Emma's eyes went wide at the display of power. "Imagine if that had been a person, or an army," Regina smirked and Emma nodded silently, acknowledging the power held by her captor, both over her and the realm she ruled, the blonde now very glad she had not decided to fight for her freedom.

"Why am I here?" She had saved the most pertinent questions for last.

"Because I made a mistake," the queen admitted with a frown, Regina still extremely perturbed that all her magic and preparation had been wasted.

"Who did you mean to bring here?"

"A child, the child of my enemies that was sent to your world." Emma frowned at that.

"You'd treat a child like this?" Emma was horrified, almost as horrified as Regina was at the thought.

"No!" The queen was furious at the suggestion. "Whatever you think you know about me I would never treat a child with anything less than care. I am not a monster." Regina growled, disgusted by the idea of mistreating a child, however much she may hate it's parents.

Emma was slightly mollified by the genuine horror exhibited by the queen, she had an in-built lie detector that always sniffed out bull shit, as far as she could tell the queen was being honest.

"Whatever you may hear, my companions are carefully selected. They desire me and they are of age." Regina laughed, it was a dark sound, Emma thought. "They might not know why they desire me, but they do." Emma could see why that would be the case, she herself was fascinated with the queen and she was supposedly jaded beyond such feeling.

"Can you send me back?" Emma's whole future depended on the answer to her last question but she forced herself to stay calm as she watched the queen intently. Regina frowned, to be honest she had thought it would have been the blonde's first question.

"I don't know." Emma's heart dropped. "The magic I used to bring you here was extremely complex. It took me over a year to prepare and the results were -. well, less than desirable."

It was silent except for the crackle of the fire as Regina contemplated her failure. Emma watched, transfixed by the play of emotion running over the queen's face until it all too swiftly returned to the mask she was familiar with.

"Would you ever send me back, if you could?" It was a loaded question.

"Probably not. Even if I could, why would I want to?" Regina asked as she once again circled the blonde. "You are quite the prize, broken or not. Willing or not." Emma knew that. Showing her hand so early had put her at a disadvantage but it had seemed like the best thing to do at the time. For all she knew she would otherwise have been dead by now.

"How would this work?" Emma was becoming resigned to the very real fact that she may never see her apartment again.

Regina paused as she reviewed her options.

"What life were you accustomed to?" The queen questioned the blonde and Emma was surprised by the question.

"A good one. I was wealthy." Emma was blunt, to the point.

"Then living outside these walls would be hard, if not impossible for you." Regina smirked, thinking she had the upper hand.

"Maybe, maybe not." Emma replied but offered no further information. It seemed the negotiation was reaching a stalemate.

Negotiation?

Regina then she realised she was offering this woman a choice. Her curiosity had distracted her from the truth of the matter.

"Enough!" The queen snarled. Emma cried out in shock as leather straps appeared from nowhere and wrapped themselves around her wrists and ankles, pulling until she was spread eagled in front of the queen. Exposed. Vulnerable.

"How about I take what I want? Hmm, dear?" The queen purred as she went to stand behind Emma. The blonde flinched as razor sharp nails scratched down her back before she stepped away, her warmth no longer at the blonde's back.

Emma screamed when the whip hit, out of sheer shock. There was a split seconds warning, the movement of air before the impact. It burned, it literally burned and Emma could smell her own singed flesh. But, when the pain died away she was left with a burning of a different kind, between her thighs where her sex throbbed, she didn't know if it were a by product of the magic or her own body reacting to the pain. Blow after blow hit but Emma took them all. After the first blow she didn't falter, the pleasure some reward for the raw meat her back must be turning into.

Regina was amazed at the control the woman exhibited. She had never seen anyone take a lash this well before. She stopped and circled the blonde, coming round so she could see her face. Emma felt the movement but kept her eyes down until she felt fingers under her chin, forcing her head up.

"Look at me," the queen commanded and Emma did as she was bid. Regina was met by a pair of green eyes, so dark their colour almost eclipsed by their pupils. Her new pet was enjoying this.

Emma watched as the queen bit her bottom lip, toying with it between perfect, sharp white teeth, the blonde's eyes fixated on the small scar on the queen's top lip. Regina held the stranger's gaze as the whip once again began it's punishment, this time unaided by her hand, she did after all have perfect control. Emma gasped in surprise as the lash hit her again, eyes widening and the queen smirked as she noticed for the first time the flush of arousal beginning to colour the blonde's chest and the hardness of her nipples.

An experimental swipe proved her theory as Regina's finger came away wet, coated in the blonde's fluid. Emma watched, transfixed as the queen tasted her, a low rumble indicating her satisfaction with the taste.

It was a stare off as the whip continued to fall, green eyes locked with brown as Regina continued to hold her pet's chin, wondering just how far this would go, what would break her first.

Both sensations built up in Emma, the pleasure balanced by the pain and she tensed against her bonds, not because of the pain but because she would not give this woman, this queen, the satisfaction of making her cum. Not when a deal was yet to be made.

Regina took her anger out on the pale flesh. Her whip magically created after much experimentation on other victims. But her captive stood, on her own two feet, lash after lash. Long after most would have collapsed and begged her to stop, to kill them even. Still this mysterious woman stood and did not utter a sound except for the odd grunt as the air was forced from her lungs.

For the first time in a long time Regina felt an inkling of respect for another human being. It was then, with a final blow that the woman fell. Bonds taking her weight as she collapsed, unconscious.


Chapter 2- 08/31/22

Next on The Collar

It was the howl that woke her from a deep slumber.

Regina immediately went to investigate what had upset her other pet at this time of night.

"She's sick. Infection. I can smell it." She was informed when she reached the dungeon where her guest had been taken.