So, carrying on where we left off, this is not safe for work and carries similar themes to the last chapter.

For those who have asked, yes there will be Red Beauty but not for a while, this is at heart a plot driven story (Shhh! It can't be sex, sex, sex All the time!) so the relationship will develop over time as and when it becomes part of the story.

Enjoy, LD

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Red returned to the palace after running all night with her pack. She trotted back to her rooms, receiving only a nod from the guards as she passed. She was exhausted but felt much better, she had run off all the sexual frustration she had been left with from the night before. Now she was just tired. And dirty.

Changing back into her human form she washed up as best she could but would need to use the queen's pool later if she was able to enter her rooms. That brought her thoughts back to Emma and she realised it was breakfast time, the wolf dressed hurriedly and jogged down to the kitchen, picking up breakfast for the queen and Emma, also a large plate for herself as she was starving. She hadn't hunted last night, preferring not to have to pick fur out of her teeth or deal with the stomach ache it gave her if she changed back to her human form too soon. Those bones were killers!

The trip to the kitchen hadn't taken long and Red made a quick stop at her rooms to drop off her food, juggling that and the tray for the queen had nearly ended in disaster more than once. After the short stop she continued on her way to the queen's rooms. It was still only around dawn but her mistress was an early riser. A hand on the door lifted the ward and allowed her entry which meant the queen was up and about.

Regina's magic alerted her to the presence of her wolf and she smiled, suddenly hungry. Gracefully making her way through to her main chamber she came across Red delivering her breakfast.

"Good morning, Mistress," Red murmured, still unsure of how she was going to be received.

"Good run?" Regina enquired and waited for her wolf to turn and face her. Red couldn't help but stare at the naked, blood smeared queen. Emma, she thought and involuntarily looked towards the queen's bed chamber, now she was focused she could smell the blonde's blood.

Regina saw her wolf's attention shift and watched as she frowned before pulling herself together and returning to a neutral expression. The queen wandered over to the large tray of food Red had brought and idly picked at a few things, she was hungry, it had been a very physical night. She smiled at the thought, her pet had done so well but it would be a long time before she was fully recovered. What to do with her now though? Regina pondered the thought as she crunched on one of her apples, perfect white teeth taking neat slices out of it's flesh.

"You smell, wolf," Regina wrinkled her nose at the wolf's distinct musky scent she always had after a change and scowled. "I hope that you did not forget yourself last night?" Dark eyes turned to green as Red blinked at the question.

"No, My Queen!" Red was offended by the insinuation. "I would -," a raised hand cut her off.

"No, you would not," lips curled briefly, too briefly to be called a smile but Red caught the gesture and was pleased her queen was in such a good mood. Emma must have performed well last night, Red assumed she was still alive. There were occasions when one of the queen's toys made it out only as a corpse but that tended to be the prisoners she had punished in her dungeon. However, they would not be allowed to grace the queen's bed chamber.

The queen finished eating, still naked and sat at the table, then stood and stretched, Red admiring her mistresses body from the corner of her eye. That was a lot of blood but it did highlight the queen's subtle muscle definition delightfully, the wolf thought. Regina caught her looking and padded through to bathe, gesturing over her shoulder for the wolf to follow. She slipped into the warm water and let out a sigh, she was less guarded around her wolf than anyone else. They had been together a long time, since Red was barely more than a child.

So, it was without much thought that Red followed her mistress into the bath chamber and began to wet her hair, the action well practised and relaxing to both parties. There was a moan from the bed chamber, not loud enough for the queen to hear but Red heard it perfectly.

"Mistress? Emma?" Red questioned as she lathered the shampoo into thick dark hair, it was a little matted in places and the water swirled pink, the wolf carefully rinsing it clean without pulling it.

"She will need your assistance when we are finished here," Regina confirmed to her wolf, frowning at the concern the young woman was showing for the blonde.

"Yes, Mistress," Red murmured, thinking what state she must be in to warrant that kind of help. With her wolf healing Red had never needed much time to recover but she had seen others that had and the poor states they often left the queen's company in. The worst ones never made it back, permanently broken in mind or body, not suited to the queen's tastes in sexual pleasure.

When Regina was suitably clean and dry she dismissed Red and went down to a meeting she had scheduled with her advisers to discuss the banquet that was soon to be held at the palace. She needed to approve the guest list and arrange for some deals to be set up for discussion with the visiting parties.

Emma woke with a start, taking a moment to realise where she was and why she her arms hurt so badly. Then it all came flooding back and she moaned, every muscle in her body protesting. She was still blindfolded, the queen leaving her that way after she had finished with her and retired to her bed.

The blonde took a moment to catalogue how she felt. Worst were her arms which had been taking her dead weight as she had slept, passed out to be more accurate. Then she winced as she took a deep breath in an effort to clear her head. Her ribs were sore and stung when she inhaled too deeply or rapidly, the cuts on her chest and thighs were not as bad but she knew the thigh wounds in particular were pretty deep. They had been bleeding most of the time she had been conscious.

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Once the blindfold had first been secured Emma had been left alone. She wasn't sure exactly how long it had been but it had been a tortuously long time. The queen's magic buzzing inside her, keeping her on the precipice of orgasm so long it was painful, her body shaking and sweating as her nerves tried to cope with the constant onslaught they were being subjected to. A hiss as hot fluid leaked down her inner thigh, mixing in with her blood and causing a fresh sting in the slices there.

The queen hadn't left the room, she had taken up a position in her chair and was observing her slave. Regina pursed her lips as she took in her pet's dishevelled state. Watching as the sweat ran over her skin along with the fresh blood, watching as the blonde flexed her arms, as though testing her bonds again but finding no give in the strong leather. Regina watched as her pet began to tremble and her breathing increase in reaction to the magic coursing through her body with no escape.

Beautiful.

"Pet." Emma's head whipped around at the sound of her mistresses voice. "You will stay like that as long as I please."

"Ye -, yes Mistress." Emma managed to respond, her brain taking longer to form thoughts in it's aroused state. Regina smirked at the words, pleased with the effect she was having on the blonde. It was even more satisfying knowing that this wasn't some easy to break novice she was dealing with. This one had already proved to have stamina. But, she wasn't going to waste the visual and slid her hand down her body, reaching down into her own slick folds, experienced fingers running over her swollen flesh, gathering up some of the fluid there.

Emma tensed and tried to move her head away from the strong grip she suddenly found it held in, the queen having suddenly reappeared in her personal space.

"Open, dear," fingers on her jaw encouraged her mouth to open and she obeyed her mistress, moaning as her lips were coated in what could only be the queen's essence. Before she could really understand what was happening her mouth was forced wide and a gag pushed inside, the ball filling her mouth. There was a brief moment of struggle until the queen forcefully reminded the blonde who was in charge by scratching her her nails down still very raw ribs, causing a whimper and instant relaxation as Emma remembered where she was and who she was with.

When the slave's head dropped to her chest, indicating her submission, Regina smiled and magically secured the gag, nice and tight. Emma moaned as she tried to adjust her jaw to take it comfortably but it was too big. It wasn't the first time the queen had used one on the blonde but last time Emma had been so caught in the moment and her arousal she hadn't objected and it hadn't been in place long enough to cause her any real discomfort, this was already cutting into the sensitive corners of her mouth. She paused her tongue's limited exploration of the leather, she could taste the queen all over it and that made her moan for a different reason.

Regina smirked at the muffled sounds her pet was making, she also noticed how her breathing had changed, becoming slower and deeper, showing the blonde's experience with such devices, it would stop her becoming short of breath due to the gag, if a slave struggled or panicked it could lead to them passing out from lack of oxygen, true asphyxiation was unlikely as the airways were still open, just restricted. It was all about control.

Just because she could, Regina scratched down the other side of her pet's rib which drew another whimper but no twist of her body to avoid the pain. Fingers pushed the blonde's chin up so her throat was stretched and hot mouth travelled down the column of her throat, nipping it with sharp teeth in a way that was sure to bruise but the sensation sent sparks of excitement through her body, adding to the arousal caused by the magic. The mouth made it's way ever so slowly down her body, tongue tracing each wound and tongue laving at the abused flesh. It was the tongue that had Emma twisting in her bonds, wrists rubbing against the cuffs, she tried her hardest to stay still but was finding it impossible. She was sure she was going to pass out from the overload of sensations the queen was causing.

Regina was enjoying herself, very much. Her pet's skin tasted good with the light layer of salt and smears of blood and the way she was responding was highly arousing. Every twist and turn as she fought against her bondage pleased the queen, one so strong being affected so much by a simple touch. She chuckled to herself, knowing nothing she ever did was simple, what would be the point in that? No, this was a challenge, the slave was a challenge, an enigma to be revealed layer by layer and the queen was finding it a task worthy of her time.

Emma could feel a non stop flood of arousal seeping out of her and her inner muscles clenched, desperate for some contact, something to grip onto so she didn't feel so empty. Regina had reached the blonde's chest and decided she wanted to taste there too. The blonde started thrashing in her bonds as a hot mouth closed over the clamp still pinching her nipple, tongue laving the tip that had been blood deprived for some time, the sensation amplified by the highly sensitized nerve endings.

"Be still!" The queen growled through a mouthful of nipple and used her body weight to pin her slave against the wall, the force of her movement causing the air to be forced from the blonde's lungs. Emma worked hard to regain the steady pattern of her breathing as she felt the entire length of the queen's body pressed against her own. Hot skin and soft curves pressed against her and Emma wished she could see her mistress in all her naked glory, her naked sexual glory as she was now, teasing her with sharp teeth and tongue, switching randomly between breasts, sometimes pulling on the clamps or increasing their pressure with her teeth.

Emma tried very, very hard to obey and hold still but one particular bite cause her to arch her spine, throwing the queen off balance. Regina was startled by the action and lashed out, slapping the slave hard across the face, knocking the blonde's head sideways, cheek hitting the stone wall. Emma let out a muffled cry, shocked as the blow hit and feeling the gag cut into the side on her mouth, the tang of her own blood eventually reaching her tongue.

Regina was a little stunned at her own reaction, this one affected her deeply, the need for control very strong where her pet was concerned, every reaction harsh, to maintain that balance. She stepped back and regained her composure but not disliking the snake of crimson running down the slave's chin, in fact she was rather fascinated by it as her eyes tracked it's progress down alabaster skin.

When a drop fell onto her pet's collar bone it broke Regina's trance and she blinked.

"Do not disobey me," she growled. Emma couldn't answer but dropped her head, her apology implied by the action but Regina was not fully appeased. She would give her pet something to be upset about. A click of her fingers and a dildo appeared in her hand and she stepped back towards her slave.

Emma's arms and wrists were suddenly in excruciating pain as the queen kicked her feet apart and left her full body weight hanging from the cuffs. Because she couldn't see she was disoriented for a moment and unable to regain her footing, bare feet scrabbling on the stone beneath her feet. She was too off balance to at first the shaft slipping between her legs until it began to force it's way inside her. Emma found her footing and took the weight off her arms.

"Open, dear," Regina instructed as the slave began to close her legs and straighten up. "Open!" The queen ordered as her first request had been ignored. .

Emma lifted her head as the queen spoke but although she registered that her mistress was speaking she couldn't focus on the words, couldn't do as she was asked.

Regina saw the blonde struggling but gave her no time to recover before forcing the entirety of the thick shafted dildo inside her, she met with some resistance, the woman was wet but the toy thick, thicker than would be comfortable or easy to take, the queen judging this from the first time she had taken her pet. Even so she pushed it in up to the hilt, her slave tossing her head around as she tried to regain control of her body, her breathing erratic and legs failing to support her properly.

Regina took advantage of this distress to begin fucking her pet, arm working the shaft in then out of the tight muscles. When Emma felt herself being fucked she gave up trying to stand and let herself hang, completely at her mistresses mercy as she was fucked. Her head fell back against the wall, making it easier to breath, until the queen's hand came up and first gently stroked her throat before circling it with her fingers, light touches at first but as she began fucking her pet harder and faster they began to tighten.

Emma didn't resist, she couldn't, the feel of the queen penetrating her was an exquisite counter-point to the pain. The thick shaft giving her the friction and fullness she had been desperate for all this time. As she was fucked the sensations kept building and building, the girth enough to constantly stimulate her g-spot, adding to the pleasure the queen's magic had already given her, was giving her because this was like no fucking she had ever had before.

Regina was relishing her slave's reactions. She watched as her pet came totally undone in front of her eyes and she squeezed that little bit harder, knowing exactly how far she could take it. The added pressure seemed to excite the blonde who began to emit constant if muffled moans as the queen picked up her pace, smiling to herself because she knew her pet could not physically cum until her magic allowed it. This could go on all night, if she wanted it to.

But she didn't.

Emma moaned at a particularity brutal thrust, she would be feeling this for days but it hurt so good. She felt her body prepare itself, everything tightening, anticipating but nothing came and she growled out her frustration as best she could through the gag.

Regina smirked at the sound, she was enjoying herself immensely, she was good at what she did, it took a lot of skill to get ones slave so aroused and desperate for release. She smirked as she brought her teeth to the blonde's shoulder, biting down to draw blood as she sent a final pulse of magic into her pet's body, direct through the now fully embedded dildo.

Emma's whole body tensed under the additional onslaught and she bit down on the gag as a slow tremor passed through her frame. But, it seemed that was only beginning as the sensation began to build, the magic racing through her veins, the queen's nails digging into her throat as she continued to fuck her with the dildo, pumping in and out, the blonde tight around it, head thrashing despite the queen's grip on her throat, sending her hair flying around them in a golden whirlwind as her orgasm finally hit and she felt release like never before.

Everything went white, despite her blindness, the queen's teeth still embedded in her shoulder, a delicious contrast to the pleasure she was experiencing as she screamed and screamed.

Then it went black.

Regina stepped back, she was exhausted but the backlash of her magic in the slave had given her an incredibly satisfying climax alongside her pet's. Her slave who was now bloody and unconscious, hanging on her wall like a fell fucked masterpiece.

With that thought the queen retired to her bed and slept a deep, relaxed sleep until her wolf woke her the following morning.

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Next on the Collar

Emma struggled to stand.

"Lie down," Red commanded and the blonde collapsed back onto the wolf's bed. Red surveyed the damage her Mistress had caused and bit her lip. This was nasty. But she knew how to help. Emma jumped when she felt the wolf's hands on her. "Shh, hold still," Red urged and the blonde was in no state to argue.