Back from vacation so here's the next chapter.
Not safe for work. Sex and torture, oh well!
Xxx
Emma followed Red through the palace and they quickly reached the doors to the throne room, they were open as the queen was already seated and surveying the room. The guards stepped back and allowed them entry. Emma tensed as they entered the room which was lined with the queen's personal guard, neatly positioned in parallel lines either side of the large space. The group of soldiers that had attacked Emma were being held in the centre of the room and the two women skirted them before approaching their mistress.
Regina watched as her pets walked towards her before kneeling on the bottom step of the dais, awaiting her instruction. She didn't speak but a gesture of her hand had Red moving to her customary place to the left of the throne, Emma made to follow her but a small shake of the head stopped the slave.
"You, stay there."
"Yes, Mistress," Emma bowed her head and dropped to her knees. Waiting.
Regina sighed as she looked down at the blonde. Six of her soldiers incapacitated by one lone female slave? She was impressed. Watching her pets fight each other had shown her how skilled the blonde was but one on one combat was different, taking on six experienced soldiers and beating them all was beyond impressive. Still, she should not have had to defend herself in the first place and that was why they were here.
The guard kept their eyes straight ahead, not glancing at the throne where the queen was sitting, silent. However, it did not lessen the tension in the room, if anything it increased it. The queen was angry and when she was angry she was unpredictable. It was likely that her wrath would be focused on the errant soldiers but there was no guarantee. Anyone could get caught in the fall-out.
"Who apprehended you first, Pet?" Regina questioned coolly and the slave's head jerked up at the question.
"He did, Mistress," Emma pointed out the culprit and the queen beckoned him forward. He stepped away from the group and stood to attention before his queen. "Then him." She pointed at one of the other men, another who was badly beaten.
"Pet, show me your arms," Emma frowned but did as she was told, rolling up the sleeves of her loose shirt. When her arm was exposed to the elbow she stopped but a motion from the queen indicated that she should continue, so she did until both sleeves were turned back as far as her shoulder.
Regina frowned, she had noted how easily the blonde's pale skin bruised and sure enough angry marks were visible on her skin where she had been held captive. As the queen studied them her anger grew, why should she have to look at marks created by another?
All who were observing their ruler witnessed her lips curl into a snarl as she rose gracefully to her feet, passing the slave as she took the steps of her dais one at a time until she was two paces away from the soldiers in question.
"You marked her, you marked my slave," the words were hissed with such venom Red flinched as she watched her mistress circle the protagonist, eyes dark and the air alive with magic, the frisson causing the fine hairs on the wolf's arms to rise.
"It wasn't just me! He -," the solider began to protest until he ran out of air, falling to his knees as he fought for breath. Emma sympathised with him, it was a terrifying feeling but one she had accepted without question, without fight. Unlike the man who was now red faced and a few seconds from completely passing out, death even.
Regina stood over the solider and looked into his eyes. He was mortally afraid of her and so he should be.
"Pet?" Regina called to her slave for clarification.
"Mistress, his friend took my other arm. But, without that I believe all the others would have let me pass," she answered truthfully. She had seen the look of hesitation on the faces of the other soldiers, there had been no bravado or arrogance present there. She did not attempt to sway the opinions of the queen but she felt she owed the other men and women a fighting chance for their lives.
Regina frowned at the information but allowed the man a few breaths of air while she considered the slave's words.
"Find me a witness," she waved to one of her personal guard who saluted and jogged off to find someone to corroborate events as she bypassed her slave and stalked back up the steps to her throne, crossing her legs and gripping the finely sculpted arms so hard her knuckles turned white. Red noticed this and knew the queen was only just holding onto the rage the wolf knew was boiling inside her. This could get nasty, very quickly, the wolf could smell the magic in the air But, she and Emma would be there to help when it was all over.
It was only two or three minutes before the guard returned with two smartly dressed men, Red recognised them as two of the queen's bookkeepers. They were mild but respectable men, their position in the palace treasury requiring both a high level of trust and discretion.
"Your Majesty," both men spoke their greeting and waited for the queen to speak. Regina reigned in her rage and glared at them.
"Tell me your version of the disturbance," the queen asked, her tone one of disinterest, although all present knew this to be false.
"Ah, well," the first stuttered before tailing off, his eyes fixed on the blonde slave.
"Majesty, your slave was simply walking through the hallways, she appeared to be looking for something. Your men jostled her, they were not paying attention to where they were going. She appeared annoyed but did not confront them. It was not until she tried to proceed that they, he," the man pointed his finger at the accused, "he grabbed her and then he," the finger moved, "also took hold of her. No words were exchanged between the men but they challenged her and accused her of trying to escape although why I have no idea, she was not heading toward the exit." He sounded genuinely confused by the soldier's actions. Regina inhaled the blew the air out through her nose, trying to stay calm. Her witness had corroborated her slave's story.
Not that she had doubted her.
Regina cocked her head as she surveyed the men, the guilty men. She was ignoring the other four, for now, her guard would keep them locked up until she could be bothered to deal with them.
"I charge you with bodily harm with intent to damage the property of the Crown. That would be my property," she hissed, glaring as she stood to her full height, the dais putting her well above everyone else in the room, except Red who was taller and stood behind her.
There was a flash of light and then screaming, desperate, frantic screaming. Emma blinked and saw that the two accused were wrapped in wire, razor wire, as it cut into their flesh. Slicing through skin and embedding itself in muscle as they screamed, the leather of their armour no barrier to the wire's maleficence.
"No one touches what is mine," the queen announced calmly as she lifted her skirts slightly and gracefully, oh so gracefully, walked down the steps and towards the main doors, completely ignoring the men still screaming, the more they struggled the more the wire cut and tore. The more they bled until the air was thick with the copper tang.
Emma was both horrified and fascinated. Then shocked as the guards around the room began pounding their spears in a rhythmic beat and began howling. Emma watched as Red threw her head back and joined in, her guards were all wolves?
Regina allowed a smirk to appear at the wonderful cacophony of sound.
"Pet," a click of her fingers accompanied her command and there was immediate silence. Another click and the accused disappeared, to reappear in the main courtyard, tethered for all to see. They would die soon, but not too soon. A slow, excruciating death as they slowly bed out. Regina sniffed. That should get the message across that her pet was untouchable, that anything she owned was untouchable. If it didn't -. She frowned at the thought. Then she would have to get creative. She smiled, that could be fun, a chuckle erupting as she slowed her pace, wanting her slave by her side.
"Go!" Red urged in a whisper, jolting Emma into action and the slave stood from where she had been kneeling and took long, swift strides over the polished marble of the floor until she caught up with her mistress, just as she was about to leave the room.
"Red!" The wolf took the steps easily, long legs soon bringing her alongside her mistress and the slave. They walked through the halls in silence, the queen heading towards her chambers. She burst through the large double doors and came to a stop in the middle of the room, whirling to face her pets.
Emma took one look at expression on the face of her mistress and dropped to her knees, Red a split second behind her. The sight of their bowed heads caused Regina to scowl, she was tense.
Extremely tense.
"Mistress?" Red murmured, daring to raise her eyes to meet the dark pools staring down at her. The wolf could sense the queen's magic, it was adding it's unique scent to the air and reacting with her own magic, sending tingles through her body and arousing her.
Regina recognised the look in her wolf's eyes and smirked, issuing a curt nod before turning on her heel and leaving the room, her destination her bedchamber. Red followed, a curl of her finger beckoning to the blonde slave indicating that she should follow. Regina waited at the foot of her bed, on the thick fur rug where her pets often slept, she watched as Red paused in the threshold and quickly undressed, her slave taking the cue and copying her actions, both placing their clothes on the chair just inside the room.
There was silence as Red approached and began to efficiently undress her mistress, handing each piece of clothing to Emma who took them and placed them neatly on the appropriate stand. The slave couldn't help but marvel as layer after layer of silk was peeled away, the queen now totally unwrapped from her dress and standing in only her undergarments, which Emma noted were exquisite. The panties emerald silk with black lace trim, cut high on her ass, exposing generous but perfectly toned cheeks. Her breasts were covered by a matching corset which pushed her breasts up high and accentuated her slim waist which flared into curvaceous hips. Red began to unfasten it from the back, the queen standing tall and still, eyes roving over her slave's naked body.
She really was perfect, Regina marvelled as she studied the pale skin of her new pet. The wounds from the previous night still raw but on their way to healing, a vivid reminder of their shared pleasure. The blonde had removed the bandage that had been wrapped around her ribs when undressing, the bruises on her upper arms angered the queen but that had been dealt with so she let it go. Red finally freed her from the confines of the tight garment and she took a deep breath, not missing the way the blonde's pupils grew with her arousal as she watched and waited. She and Red had a well practised dance, she trusted her wolf, to a degree, more than she trusted anyone else. So, when she was released from the corset she allowed the wolf to slide her underwear down off her hips, careful hands drawing it all the way down her legs until they pooled at her feet, a small step and she was free.
Emma watched Red undress her mistress, keen green eyes missing nothing as dark perfection was slowly revealed to her. Eyes roved over plump lips, breasts heavy but well proportioned, nipples dark and erect as they stood proud of the soft flesh. She knew she was being watched but couldn't help but drop her gaze lower to her stomach, feint shadows accentuating the muscles, then lower again to the small patch of hair between her thighs.
"Mistress," it was then that Emma dropped to her knees, honestly overwhelmed by what she was seeing. Their eyes met and Regina felt her magic surge, it wasn't lost on her pet who gasped but looked confused, eyes practically black with latent arousal.
"Come," slender fingers beckoned, voice commanded and Emma followed. Followed her mistress to the foot of the bed where they stood face to face. Vicious kisses followed, the queen dominating her pet who whimpered as her mouth was assaulted.
Why did she feel this way? Emma had no idea how the queen had this much control over her, it wasn't just the collar, it was her. She invaded the blonde's mind and body and she just couldn't think straight. She was beginning to understand why some envied her position, the woman was intoxicating. Powerful, desirable, deadly.
Red watched the queen kiss her slave and felt her arousal rise at the sight. Emma belonged here, with the queen, with them. That much was obvious to the wolf. She had seen slaves come and go but none that had intrigued her mistress this much, none that matched her, challenged her yet fit so well with her as the blonde did. Except maybe herself. The wolf's train of thought was broken when her mistress pulled away from the blonde and stepped towards the bed.
"Red," the wolf moved toward her mistress, coming to a stop before her, not touching but close enough to feel the heat from her skin. A deep breath sent her head reeling, there it was again, the arousal and the magic, both almost tangible in the air.
Regina reached out and cupped the wolf's sex enjoying the wetness already there, fingers stroked as she fed her magic into the wolf. Red groaned and threw her head back and the queen slowly pulled her hand back, purple mist revealing a strap on of significant size, the leather securing it snugly on the wolf's body. Emma raised her brows, both shocked and impressed.
"Come, put that pretty mouth to use," Regina demanded as she climbed onto the bed and settled herself against the plump pillows on her bed, thighs falling casually open. "Now!" The harsh tone spurred Emma into action, once she was sure it was her presence that was required. The slave crawled up from the foot of the bed and knelt on all fours between her mistresses legs, hair hanging down but she made sure to keep it from touching the queen until she was given permission.
"Same as before," Regina commanded and settled herself more comfortable as her pet dropped onto her stomach and cautiously used her hands to position her mistresses legs. When she met no resistance she moved and dropped her head, hot tongue taking it's first taste, moaning as she did. It was as good and as intoxicating as she remembered.
Emma soon got into a rhythm, her memory serving her well, the rough hand tangled in her hair both guiding her and controlling her but she had enough movement to really go to town on the queen. Regina soon found herself breathing heavily, she was as talented as the wolf, if different. But different was good.
Red stood at the foot of the bed and watched as the slave pleasured her mistress, it was an erotic vision, golden hair between tanned thighs, the queen's eyes closed and head thrown back, breath coming in short pants. It was rare she let go like that but even now the wolf knew she remained in control. The sight and scents had the wolf's sex throbbing with need but she waited, observing the ease at which the blonde brought the queen quickly to the brink but then took her down slowly only to build it back up again, she wasn't rushing.
Dark eyes snapped open and met Red's green ones and an unspoken order was given.
Emma felt the bed dip behind her just as she felt warm hands, very warm hands, caress her ass, gentle swirls of contact before they trailed lower and pushed her thighs apart, coming to rest there a moment before moving back to rest on her buttocks. The queen's hold on the slave's hair tightened indicating she was not to cease her actions even as Emma felt hands massaged her ass, fingers slipping between her cheeks, dipping into the wetness to be found there.
Regina opened her eyes as she heard, and felt, her pet moan, the vibrations delicious. Red was kneeling between her legs and she could see her arm moving as she played with the slave. Emma pushed her ass up, wanting to increase the pressure of the wolf's fingers as her mouth lapped and sucked at her mistress, hips bucking as she was teased.
Red locked eyes with her queen as she played with Emma, the slave was wet, very wet and her fingers were slicking through the thick fluid, circling her entrance and as they did the muscle contracted under her touch. Emma moaned again as they very tip of a finger entered her but it wasn't enough. She could feel the queen's magic where she was in contact with her skin, like a static shock but one of pure erotic charge, burning it's way into her body, deeper and deeper the longer she was in contact with her mistress, soon it would be in her very core, dominating her from the inside.
Regina smiled as she felt her magic connect with the slave, possessing her, she was now in total control, if she wanted to be, but right now the girl was doing a good job by herself. As her pet's tongue began to slide inside her, Regina let her head fall back but not before she gave a slight nod and it was all her wolf needed.
Emma cried out, the sound muffled against the queen's flesh, fingers scratching her scalp and anchoring her in place with a harsh twist of hair around her mistresses hand, the pain cutting into her and exploding in her sex just at the exact second she was impaled from behind. Red thrust her hips forward, sliding the shaft inside the slave groaning in pleasure as she did, the queen's magic allowing her to feel, everything. The heat, the wet, the tightness and the way the slave clenched around the intrusion. Emma knew it was Red, had seen what the queen had done, in fact she could feel it was the wolf, feel it via the queen's magic she was using. Red's hands fell to pale hips, grasping firmly and guiding them up and back so she could slide in deeper, and she did, Emma letting out another long, low moan as Red filled her, skin meeting skin as she came to rest against the slave's ass.
Regina fisted the blonde's hair and pulled her head up.
"Make me cum," she ordered, locking eyes with the blonde just as Red pulled out of her and slammed back in, hard and deep, Regina watched as her pet's eyes rolled back in her head before closing completely, her mouth hanging open in a silent scream. The queen knew Red was good at what she did, she was very experienced but she never tired of watching her wolf take pleasure from another. It was one of the rewards she bestowed upon her wolf for being such a loyal pet.
"Now!" The queen growled and the magic inside Emma turned from pleasurable to painful, her whole body spasaming in reaction before the hum of pleasure returned leaving the slave gasping and Red groaning as the blonde clenched around her. It only took a moment but it was obviously too long as the pain returned, longer this time but with the same result. Emma couldn't think straight but she was anchored by both Red and the queen, caught between them, her body out of her control but pushed higher and further towards the pleasure she craved.
This time when the pain left she felt warm, relaxed but the queen's magic was still burning inside her now familiar in its presence. This time her mouth automatically sought our the queen's sex, arms circling things and pulling her mistress tight against her mouth. Regina was the one to groan this time as a hot, stiff tongue entered her, it's tip dexterous and wicked as it sought out it's mistresses desires.
Red was entranced by the sight before her, she nearly passed out from pleasure as the slave tensed around her, squeezing her so tight. She locked eyes with her queen even as the blonde relaxed and went limp, but only for a second before she was once again pleasuring her mistress, hips rocking back against the wolf. Red began to drive harder, and faster knowing that she had very little control over the blonde's climax but every control over her own. But first she would ensure the queen had her pleasure so she set a steady pace, thrusting into the slave, the motion transferring to her mistress who had the tell-tale flush on her chest and light sheen of sweat that meant she was getting close.
Emma switched her attention to the queen's erect bundle of nerves, sucking it deep into her mouth, the queen arching up into her, a moan escaping as both hands wound into her pet's hair, driving her on, and on. Red's movements adding force to the actions but never taking control away from her, their queen, their mistress. Regina was coming undone, her thighs quivering with impending release, her ever talented little slave proving herself once again, teeth nipping, tongue lapping, circling, fucking harder and faster, her magic building and building, already hard to control, she just couldn't- .
Both Emma and Red were caught full force by the explosion as climax rocked the queen. Regina fell over the edge, nerves on fire, every fibre of her being connecting her to the two young women who called her mistress as her magic poured from her and into them only to repeat, wave after wave, after wave. Red was used to it, knew what to expect and she was the first to recover, a glance at her queen reassured her, eyes still dark with her magic as they locked with the wolf's over the slave.
Emma was helpless, she couldn't move, the magic had taken every ounce of her strength and left her weak as a kitten and totally limp. A tug on her hair re-focused her and she felt the queen move but was still too dazed to understand what was wanted from her. Regina saw the state her pet was in and shared a smirk with Red, freeing herself from under the blonde's collapsed body and kneeling up, facing her wolf, hand still firmly gripping her pet's hair.
The first sign something was going on was when Emma felt the grip on her hair change, her neck was pulled back and an arm under her hips pulled her up so she was on all fours. She didn't struggle. She knew she was just a toy for her mistresses pleasure. Red held Emma in position as her queen prepared herself.
"Open you mouth," Emma heard the words but took her an additional second to process them and in that time fingers were already on her chin so she did as bid, Red still inside her but unmoving, her arm still around the blonde's waist, holding her still so it must be the queen's hand. Only then did she open her eyes to see her mistress, or rather the harness and dildo her mistress was now wearing. There was a brief moment of realisation but by that point the queen was already sliding the tip over her bottom lip and into her mouth, Red's hold on her hair completely immobilising her head. There was a pause, the tip resting against her teeth as hands cupped her face, now there was not even a millimetre to move even though no magic was being used to restrain her, she was just trapped between them.
Regina canted her hips forward and began to slowly push into her pet's mouth, she looked down, the sight of red lips closing around her highly erotic but not as erotic as those green eyes now staring up at her. Regina had used the same magic on herself as she had on Red so she could feel the slave's mouth on her, an extension of her essence into the inanimate object allowed her to experience pleasure in a different way, it was not even physical as such but she could feel it in her core. Magic had it's uses, she was distracted as her pet began to use her tongue on her and suck the dildo in deeper resulting in a gasp escaping.
Emma decided to go with it as the queen could obviously feel what she was doing. So, she began to use her mouth to lick and suck and scrape her teeth over the dildo, unsure of how this worked but knowing her mistress was feeling something, feeling a lot by the loud groans and moans that she had started to make. At the same time Red had begun to fuck her again and she was being fucked between them.
Red kept a firm grip on Emma's hips as she fucked her, matching her rhythm to that of the queen who was fucking her slave's mouth. It surprised neither of the brunettes that the slave was also gifted in giving oral pleasure, Regina keeping her hands on her pet's face as she rocked her hips in and out. Emma felt the hold in her hair release, allowing her increased mobility of her head, back and forth at least but she had some autonomy of movement so began to take more and more of the queen into her mouth.
Regina was slowly making her thrusts deeper, her pet easily taking what she was giving, more and more of the dildo being taken into her mouth, Red's pace perfectly matched as the blonde's body was see-sawed between them.
"Harder," the queen ordered and Red smirked, running her fingers over the slave's back before dragging her razor sharp nails over freshly healed skin, crimson blooming in their wake as she left open wounds behind. Emma gasped, the pain mixing deliciously with a deep thrust from the wolf which in turn forced the queen's dildo deeper into her throat, so deep she just swallowed, pulling the entire length inside.
Regina almost came then, the slave's throat so tight, the move unexpected but welcomed by the queen as she picked up her pace, each thrust now being taken in deep by her pet, teeth grazing her on the way out. She once again locked eyes with her wolf who was now flushed, eyes hooded as she rhythmically pumped into the slave, a blush of arousal on her chest, she looked beautiful in her passion. On an unspoken agreement they sped up, battering the slave's body with their lustful attentions. Emma was caught between pleasure and pain, arousal and abuse as she was used for others carnal gain.
"Open your eyes," a breathless order and Emma snapped them open to stare up at her mistress just as fingers began to caress the bulge the dildo made in her throat, such gentle caresses a stark contrast to the violent fucking that it turned the slave on even more and she leant what strength she had to aid their movements, rocking back and forth between them.
Her mistresses movements were becoming erratic, jerky so the slave took a deep breath and forced her aching jaw to close tightly around the dildo on the next thrust clamped her lips down, swallowing and sucking as hard as she could.
Regina let out a throaty cry and her head fell back, exposing the curve of her throat. Red once again scored her nails over the slaves back when she saw her mistresses reaction knowing she was very close. The wolf's fingers found both Emma's clit and ass, circling one, pushing inside the other as she leaned forward to meet the queen's kiss, lips and teeth meeting in a clash of nips, the queen drawing blood as her body was thrown into orgasm by the slave's talented mouth.
Emma let out a silent scream around the queen's dildo lodged deep in the throat as Red touched her, penetrated her as she pushed back onto the wolf as she filled her, sending her over the edge but there was more. This time the magical backlash was even more intense as Emma was consumed with the magic from both women, this time there was no relief, it jut kept coming and so did she, body wracked by a constant stream of pleasure so intense it was painful. But it felt so good.
So good, so -.
Regina broke the kiss she was sharing with her wolf and looked down, her pet totally unconscious, still fully impaled. A beautiful sight indeed.
Next on The Collar
"Why do the wolves work for the queen?" Emma questioned as they crossed the grounds to the stables. Red was taking her on a tour of the city while the queen was busy with her court.