Hi, here is today's update for you. There is a pretty graphic torture type scene in here but it's not Emma or Red who is on the receiving end but thought I'd better give you a warning if it's not your thing.

Hello to all the new followers who have joined us, thanks for checking out the story and I know you're all hooked now ;0)

Someone asked where all the smut was. It is after all one of my stories and here we are, 5 chapters in with nothing but a little sexual depravity. But, I can promise I will be bringing Swan Queen goodness next chapter and I'm sure it will be worth the wait.

Enjoy,

Lil'd x

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Regina stood back in shock, a glance at Red saw it mirrored there.

"How old are you?"

"Nearly twenty five," the slave, Emma confirmed, she looked confused as to why her name was causing such a reaction.

"Your parents?"

"Abandoned." Emma, gave the briefest reply but it seemed to satisfy the queen.

"At birth?"

"Yes," Emma replied, her tone making it obvious that the fact still aggrieved her.

"Look at me!" Regina was upset but this eased as she looked down into green eyes. Green eyes. She reached out and clasped her pet's chin firmly in her fingers and tilted her head, examining her jawline. "Stand up." Emma did as she was bid, confused as the queen placed the palm of her hand against her breast bone. Emma felt a pulse of warmth and the queen's hand glowed with a white light.

"Impossible," Regina murmured to herself. Maybe time moved differently in the other world? "Red?" The wolf stepped forward and inhaled deeply.

"Maybe," she shrugged and Emma was really confused but knew better than to ask questions, a touch on the slaves shoulder and she dropped to her knees again.

"Well, Emma," the queen purred, "maybe I brought the right person through after all?" She smirked as she looked down at her slave and it made the blonde wary but she was in no position to question the queen. Plus, the sound of hearing her name tumble from the queen's lips was more than a little intoxicating. "But, this changes nothing, the agreement still stands." Emma nodded her understanding, as best she was able as the queen still held her face.

"But, I'm in a much better mood now. You should be too," Regina smirked at her slave. "It appears as though my magic did work. Therefore, there is a good chance I can replicate the spell I used. Providing you win our little wager," she qualified. "But, that is why this is so useful," the queen reached down and toyed with the collar around the blonde's neck. Emma felt her sex react to the pull and cursed herself. But, at least she got off an a little bondage, maybe this wouldn't be so bad?

"This," the queen tugged again on the collar, "will release itself the moment you give yourself to me," Regina explained, watching her slave's face for any sign of emotion, all she saw was a brief retraction of the blonde's pupils but nothing more.

"So, there is no way to hide it. I think it will serve us both well," the queen finished with a smile. "Don't you?"

"Yes, Mistress," Emma replied, both concerned and relieved that there would be some kind of proof of her feelings.

"Now," Regina clicked her fingers and Emma found herself fully dressed in leather pants and a loose black cotton shirt, it clung to her curves but was not tight enough to press too heavily on her still healing back. "You will accompany me on my daily tour of the palace," she instructed and Emma rose and followed the queen, Red walking by her side.

"Follow me," Regina led the way through the palace, Emma following, keeping her eyes down, hands at her sides with Red bringing up the rear. They stopping here and there for the queen to talk to her subjects, all who greeted her cordially and regarded Emma with mixed looks, some pitying, some suspicious, some even seemed envious which confused the blonde, until they eventually exited into a large courtyard that was overlooked by the majority of the palace. Emma baulked and stopped walking when she saw it was lined with row after row of fully armoured and armed soldiers. There must have been hundreds.

"It's not for you," Red murmured from her position behind the blonde. "Don't worry." There was a brief pressure as the brunette's hand rested gently on her back before it was gone but Emma welcomed the reassurance because the scene before her was way out of her comfort zone. She continued to watch from the corner of the space where Red indicated she should wait with her as the queen took centre stage, standing on the raised dais in the centre of the space.

"So, it seems two of my employees have seen fit to steal from their Queen," Regina began as she paced to and fro in front of the assembled. "And the theft caused me a great inconvenience," she hissed. "And damaged my property!" She yelled and the words bounced from the stone and into the silence her presence had created. "Bring them out!" Emma watched as two men were brought from a doorway in the corner, they were struggling, fighting and muffled screams could be heard from under the gags they were wearing.

"No one steals from me or touches my property, whether that be a blanket, coin, a horse or one of my slaves," the queen hissed as her magic created two X shaped crosses in the middle of the yard, a man being bound to each.

Regina summoned a whip to her, it flew from the corner of the yard, moving just above the paved floor until snapping into her outstretched hand. Emma flinched at the sight.

"Easy," Red murmured in her ear and there was another light touch for which Emma was grateful. She hoped her skin would at least be allowed to heal before it was subjected to more abuse.

The queen began the punishment, the sound of the lashes echoing in the courtyard. Anyone who ever thought a woman was weak should take a look at the queen Emma thought to herself as she admired the strength and precision of the whip as it fell. From one expert to another she could truly appreciate the technique as an even lattice of marks formed on the prisoner's backs.

By now they were fifteen lashes in and both men were getting in a bad way. They were fighting the whip, tensed muscles took more damage, Emma snorted. Novices. She could tell they weren't slaves, it was one of the first things one learnt, or they did if their master or mistress wasn't a complete sadist. Emma was not a sadist. She did it for the money, not because inflicting pain on others gave her pleasure. Well, maybe just a little. But what she was witnessing now was way beyond her experience.

Regina paused and surveyed her handiwork. She was feeling a little disappointed, this was nowhere near as satisfying as whipping her pet had been. Here there was no connection, it wasn't turning her on. Recalling the memory of those green eyes as she watched her slave struggle with her own body Regina felt her need from the other night suddenly rear it's head. She needed this to be over so she could really see what her pet was made of.

Emma watched as the queen strutted around to face the guilty men, she didn't walk like any normal person, every movement was made with purpose to ensure she was always the sole focus of attention. Emma admired it, she was the same way herself, image was everything in her business. One had to appear, aloof, unattainable. She refocused her attention as the queen began to speak.

"So, I'm bored," Regina came to a stop, toying with the whip in her hand, the length flicking and curling around her body like a cat's tail, a panther not just some house cat.

The queen pointed to each man in turn.

"You will die as you did not stop the theft or report it as you should have." She addressed the first man and almost as an afterthought, as she had already begun to move onto the next, the whip curled languorously around his neck before tightening. Emma saw the queen smile, she was enjoying this, the blonde watched as the man began to choke, trying to free himself from his bonds as he struggled for air but it was in vain. The queen smiled wickedly before giving a sharp pull of the whip, there was a sick crack as his neck broke, sending a gasp through the observing crowd but the queen ignored it as though nothing had happened as she moved onto the next prisoner.

"You will also die but I will not be so merciful." The queen addressed the second man. That was merciful? Emma was beginning to think she had gotten off lightly with her punishment. He had already shit himself at the death of the first, as the queen came to a stop behind him, the whip twitching, as though it had a life of it's own. Emma watched, disengaged and dispassionate as the queen's whip rose and continued to fall until the skin and muscle was flayed right through to bone in some places. She doubted anyone would make a full recovery from that, blood was pouring from him and he seemed to have lost the use of his legs, probably due to spinal cord damage.

He was still taking gurgling breaths when Regina stopped and she knew he would survive in that state for many hours, days even, strung up for all to see. Satisfied she had made her point she stalked back towards the palace, gesturing for Red and her pet to follow. She had been sure to catalogue her slave's reaction to the punishments. She had been extremely surprised by the lack of emotion shown. Even her hardened soldiers had shown signs of discomfort, some even vomiting during past punishments. But the slave had remained stoic.

Both Emma and Red followed their queen in silence, neither wanting to attract their mistress's wrath, both wary of the whip still in her hand and the blonde silently mapping the interior of the palace as they went, one never knew when it would come in handy. Their party stopped in front of a pair of doors, three times the height of a man which bore the same design as the entrance to the queen's rooms. The apple tree.

Emma could see a theme and wondered where it came from, surely her queen was not the one from the fairy tale? The evil queen that poisoned Snow White? If that was the case this place was really fucked up. However, the doors opened and revealed the room within, leaving Emma no time to continue her thoughts as she followed her mistress inside.

It was airy and high ceilinged, Emma glanced around and saw the throne, a striking feature, raised above the main floor by six broad steps made of the same black marble type stone as the walls and floor, obsidian she thought and it shone, the dark surface polished to a mirror like finish.

The throne itself reminded Emma of her tattoo, silver branches arcing up and forming the stylised back whilst the stump formed the seat and legs. It was imposing and a rare piece of design. She liked it, the queen had good taste.

The queen climbed the steps to the throne and Emma dropped to her knees at the bottom of the steps Red standing beside her. The queen managing to almost lounge in her seat as though it were part of her, seeming relaxed but at the same time exuding authority, hand toying with the whip, her foot swinging like a metronome and Emma found her eyes glued to it.

Regina took a few minutes to study her slave.

"They were the culprits responsible for your infection," Regina coolly informed her pet. "Do you think their punishment extreme?"

"No, Mistress," Emma politely replied. "They took advantage of you and should have been punished." Emma confirmed, she knew it was important for the balance of power for such actions to be punished and she had no right to question how the queen did things. And, if the general medieval feel of things continued into the rest of the kingdom then worse things probably went on.

"How do you feel about what you just saw? Two men will die because of you, one is already dead." Emma jumped when the queen spoke, the movement of her foot had been hypnotising.

"Rather them than me," Emma replied coldly as she met the queen's eyes. "They wronged you, not I." Regina sniffed, impressed by the dispassionate logic.

"True," she agreed. "Do you not think me brutal?" Emma shrugged.

"The punishment fit the crime, I was in pain. I would have been, I was very sick," she corrected herself, "maybe I would have even died if you hadn't have healed me, Mistress." Emma replied. "It seems I am at a disadvantage here, in more ways than one," she finished wryly, the corner of her mouth curling faintly and Regina couldn't help but smirk. She was becoming more and more pleased with her pet. The blonde was strong, intelligent and managed to find humour in her perilous situation.

She could tell that her wolf also approved, she had noticed the gesture of reassurance that Red had given her upon entering the yard and the way the young wolf spoke to her. Regina wasn't sure if she approved or not. Red was not a social creature despite her wolf nature, she enjoyed a place of privilege in the palace and many resented her for it. Maybe it would be a good thing for them to become friends, or very dangerous? The queen narrowed her eyes and Emma wondered what she was thinking. It was fascinating to watch the play of emotions cross her beautiful face.

The slave suddenly remembered her place and dropped her eyes.

However, Regina continued her train of thought, if she encouraged the friendship she would be able to use Red to keep an eye on her pet when not by her side. Not that she intended that being very often, she was proving very able in many aspects.

"Leave us," Regina instructed Red who bowed and left the throne room. Emma waited, she had a good idea where this was going but waited patiently. "Come here," Regina beckoned to her pet who began to crawl up the stairs of the dais towards the throne where the queen sat. As the blonde approached Regina shifted so she was now sitting upright and facing the slave head on, hands on the arms of her throne, fingers curling lightly around the ends. Emma came to a stop on the top step, kneeling upright almost touching the queen's knees, if she inhaled strongly her breasts would brush the dark silk of her mistress's dress.

Regina studied her slave as she knelt, eyes down, and a shiver of anticipation ran through her. Would she be as good at pleasing her as she seemed to be everything else? A flick off her wrist to secure all entrances before she reached out and placed a strong finger under the blonde's chin, lifting her head so their eyes could meet.

"If you ever try to hurt me that collar will burn and shrink until it beheads you," Regina warned and smiled at the blonde's sharp intake of breath. "Just a little something to stop you killing me in my sleep," her lip curling in a cold smile.

"Why would I harm my best chance to leave this land?" Emma dared question and the queen laughed.

"Oh, my pet. You have no idea what I'm capable of," Regina chuckled darkly. "That," she waved her hand in the general direction of the courtyard, "that was nothing." Emma continued to meet her mistress's gaze, unflinching.

"I can imagine," Emma replied, giving her mistress due credit. "But would it be too bold of me to suggest that it did not fully satisfy you?" The slave purred, allowing the tip of her tongue to rest on her bottom lip. Regina narrowed her eyes but her pet continued to speak. "You have cared for me, fed me, clothed me but I have yet to provide you any service, Mistress." Emma husked and dropped her eyes, ensuring the queen knew she had her full submission. In fact she was curious about the queen's sexual tastes, all knowledge was power but Emma wasn't naïve enough to know that both knowledge and a little power could prove very hazardous to ones health, especially for someone in her position.

"Show me," Regina demanded and allowed herself to relax back into her throne, waiting to see what her slave had to offer.

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Next on The Collar

Emma noticed some strange, rather large scratch marks on one of the walls and the back of the door. Red saw her looking and shrugged.

"Sorry, that was me." Emma blinked, not understanding. "Werewolf," Red pointed to herself then grinned, her teeth seeming sharper than usual and Emma gasped as her eyes yellowed.