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Gets a little smutty, so not really safe for work. Next chapter will be up asap but hopefully I'm not keeping you waiting too long for them.
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Emma knelt there finding the queen's fingers in her hair strangely comforting.
"Good girl," her mistress murmured as she held her slave to her. Regina smiled down at the blonde head resting against her.
She appreciated how hard such a revelation must have been for her newest pet but was extremely satisfied that they had reached this stage so soon in their arrangement. She had anticipated the slave holding out longer but then her reaction to the fucking she had received the night before had been extremely intense. She would be sure to thank Red for her part in that, and the night of pleasure the queen had continued to indulge in even after the blonde had passed out.
Emma stiffened as she regained her composure, she had exhibited weakness in front of her mistress, not smart. Regina felt the blonde tense but did not release her, instead she continued the gentle massage.
"You have pleased me," the queen spoke, her tone low, soothing. "You were such a good little slut last night, taking what we gave you. You enjoyed it, didn't you?" Emma whimpered as strong fingers ran through her hair, caressing her, she resented her capitulation but unable to deny to herself that she had taken pleasure from it. "Didn't you?" The tone darkened and fingers became rougher as an answer was demanded.
"Yes, Mistress," Emma moaned, the rougher touch exciting her. Again the queen smiled, this one was so receptive to her.
"Such a good pet, such a good slave," she spoke softly, reaffirming the blonde's status, her ownership of the blonde as she scratched her nails over her scalp and down to grip the back of her neck which elicited another moan as she kneaded the muscle there. Emma was getting very turned on, very quickly. The fact that she had shown such weakness was becoming less of an issue than the throbbing between her legs. Regina sense the blonde's arousal and smirked, so very receptive.
"Look at me," fingers tangled in hair and pulled the slave's head back so their eyes met. "You belong to me, don't you?"
"Yes, Mistress," Emma replied, holding the brown eyes above hers as she acknowledged the queen's hold over her. She would be a fool to deny it and she was unable to fight it, this dark and powerful woman was infiltrating her psyche in a way no other had before.
Regina narrowed her eyes before bending her head to kiss the blonde, tongue plunging possessively into the warm cavern, her pet letting her dominate but returning the kiss with equal passion, moaning when sharp teeth nipped plump lips.
"Later, now we must prepare for dinner. Come," Regina reluctantly put a hold on her pleasure and stepped away from her pet who stood up, waiting for her mistress to precede her from the room. They walked in silence back to the queen's chambers, there was no sign of Red and Emma wondered what the wolf did in her free time.
As they entered the room Emma took up her usual position, kneeling by the queen's chair. Regina cast an approving look over the slave as she sat down and relaxed back against the padded upholstery.
"You have impressed me since accepting your place," the queen mused, she held out her hand and a goblet of apple brandy appeared which she sipped. Emma kept her eyes down but listened intently. "You learn quickly and you are intelligent, such rare qualities." A hand reached out and idly caressed the skin of the slave's cheek before sliding into her hair, the caress slightly rough, once again exciting the blonde who found herself leaning into the touch.
"Thank you, Mistress," Emma murmured, the touch soothing, hypnotic even and she felt her eyes becoming hooded. Regina sent a tiny trickle of magic into her pet's body causing her to moan and turn those intense green eyes on her, the sound was very erotic and the queen felt her own need rise, it would be hours before she could retire to her rooms and let herself loose on the blonde. Unless -?
Emma watched the queen rise, hand dropping to her shoulder as she was circled by her mistress, the woman coming to a stop behind her, both hands falling to her shoulders, strong fingers beginning to knead. The blonde's head dropped forward, the sensation both relaxing and stimulating but then there was pain, fingers turned harsh and one hand fisted her hair and pulled back until the slave's neck was bent at a painful angle and sharp teeth sank into the column of her throat. Emma cried out in pain induce pleasure, her sex clenching under the surprise onslaught.
She didn't struggle, just revelled in the pain as her skin was broken only to be soothed by a wicked tongue. Emma couldn't hold in a moan but that was met by a shove and she was sent face first onto the rug she had bee kneeling on. She didn't have time to right herself before the queen was on her, pinning her down to the floor, no words were spoken, the only sound their harsh breathing and the faint crackle of the fire.
Suddenly they were both naked, Emma felt the warm, soft skin of her mistress pressed against the entire length of her body, hard nipples evident, as was the wetness that began to spread itself over her ass as the queen rocked her hips against her, their legs tangled together. She whimpered and the sound was met with teeth biting her shoulder and a rough hand on the back of her neck, holding her down as the queen used her collar for leverage, not enough to seriously impede her breathing but it was affecting her.
Regina let out a long, low groan as she thrust her hips against her pet's firm ass, it was just what she needed, the friction delectable, as was the sight below her. The slave's strong body lying prone beneath her, head turned to the left, eyes closed, breaths coming in deep pants. Very sexual, so deliciously submissive to the whims of her mistress.
The slave could barely move but was able to stretch her arms above her head, pressing her palms to the floor and arching her back, raising her hips so she was pressing against the queen, offering her more resistance and a better angle to grind against.
"Good girl," Regina purred as she bucked her hips harder and faster, the blonde matching her rhythm as teeth nipped at her back and shoulder, each bite lasting longer and with more pressure. Emma focused on controlling her body, trying to dismiss her own need, sex clenching, clit throbbing but with nothing to satisfy her, only the pain which was just making things worse.
The pace continued, bodies moving together, Regina's muscles beginning to tighten as she rode her pet harder and faster, closer and closer. Emma was struggling to keep up with the queen's frenzied pace, her breasts rubbing against the fur of the rug in just another form of torture as sensitive nipples began to burn.
"Who owns you pet?" The queen growled in the blonde's ear as her teeth nipped at the shell. Emma struggled to speak, air coming in gasps as her mistress maintained her hold on her collar.
"You, you own me Mistress," her pet answered and the admission was enough to send Regina over the edge, her magic exploding outwards before being drawn back in, the invisible force crackling over her skin and bathing the blonde in her essence. It was once again an intense orgasm for the queen, her little bitch had played her part well, as always and delivered a very satisfying climax, it would certainly take the edge off.
Emma lay still, her mistress collapsed on top of her, the weight a physical reminder of her servitude. Slowly their breathing evened out but the slave didn't move, she would when she was told she could. Soon enough the queen moved off her, her movements graceful even after such activity, to be honest she was very impressed with her mistresses prowess given her position, she was incredibly fit and in control of her body. But, the brunette's departure left the slave's body cold, despite the warmth of the fire, it was the presence it missed, the feeling of being enveloped by the queen and her aura, needed by her. It left her a little bereft. She did not know why. She should be pleased that her duty was done, for that is what it was. Duty. One she was bound to.
"Pet, we are not dining in my rooms tonight, you must dress for dinner. There are clothes in your room. Change. Now." The queen commanded and Emma rose to her feet, obeying her mistresses request even though it was abrupt she knew it must be obeyed, she turned and gave a brief nod of acknowledgement.
"Yes, Mistress," they locked eyes but only for a second, the blonde deferring her gaze before turning to do as she was bid.
Emma pushed open the door of her room and closed it behind her, leaning back against the heavy wood to compose herself. Her sex still throbbed, there had been no release for her, nor would there be now. She would not take the liberty of fucking herself as that was forbidden, her pleasure was only granted at the explicit command of her mistress and that had not been given. If she took matters into her own hands the queen would know and she would be punished. And, having both seen and experienced variations of the queen's wrath she was in no hurry to partake again any time soon.
The slave walked across her room and to the bowl of water, holding her hand above it to engage the magic that warmed it before resting her hands on either side of the bowl and staring down at her reflection.
What the fuck is wrong with me? She thought as she looked at herself, her collar reflecting the light in the room as it hung almost weightless around her neck, she reached up and fingered the metal, neither warm nor cold. It was still intact, the queen might own her but she did not wholly posses her or the collar would come off, that's what both the queen and Red had said. Then what was this she was feeling? And after less than a week? Emma growled in frustration and ran her fingers through her tousled hair before grabbing the wash cloth and wetting it before doing her best to clean her skin of the queen's fluids and the sweat they had accumulated between them. She really needed a bath but that had not been suggested by her mistress so she made do with what she could.
Once clean enough she looked over to her bed and frowned. The outfit was smarter than she was used to wearing here, some new pants, still in the black leather that the queen seemed to have deemed her slave's colour but the top was different, it had a halter neck, a fitted waist but was left bare at the back but gathered up under her breasts. The slave was pleasantly surprised, all in all it was similar to tops she would wear at home and she knew she could rock it.
After slipping it on she checked for visible marks on her exposed skin, unfortunately with the ones from the guards the other day and various marks from the queens she was quite the picture of marred skin. The blonde shrugged and took a few moments to fix her hair and add a small touch of the make-up Red had procured for her before returning to her mistress. If the queen wanted them hidden she would make that decision.
The queen was fully dressed and waiting, Emma stood still as dark eyes ran over her body.
"Very nice," Regina commented as she admired her slave. The pale skin was marked with bruises and the cuts she had inflicted were still visible, still healing but she was not going to cover them with a glamour.
"Come." Once again Emma obeyed the simple command that currently dictated her life and followed the queen through the palace and down to the common levels, where apparently the dining room was located, or one of them.
Regina strode through the open double doors into the large room, her slave only a pace or two behind her, she didn't need to look to know this, she could feel the warmth of the blonde's body. Her guests were milling around the room talking in small groups but snapped to attention when she arrived, bowing politely and ceasing their conversations.
"Be seated." The queen's voice rang out clear and strong as she made her way to the head of the long oval table, Emma noted twelve seats in all as the people present began to take their places. She re-focused on her mistress as the queen stood in front of her chair, held out for her by two of the six guards that were present in the room. Emma noted their eyes flick to her but she returned their gaze, head held high and they looked away, both issuing a small nod of their heads as they did, waiting for their queen's command. The slave catalogued their reaction for analysis another time but was distracted by Red's arrival, the wolf ignored Emma, her eyes fixed on her mistress.
Red was running a little late but not enough to be deemed rude, she hurried into the room, the guards closing the door behind her and went to kneel before her queen who bent her head to receive the news she had been waiting for. The men punished for detaining Emma had perished, exsanguinated, bled out in the courtyard.
"Thank you, wolf," Regina murmured. "Sit." Red nodded and rose to her feet, taking the seat to the queen's left. As she sat she caught Emma's eye, then turned her head to take a better look, inhaling as she did so, green eyes meeting the blondes. The queen had marked her, Red knew the queen was fully aware of what she had done, marked her territory by scent, but Emma would be none the wiser.
Red let her eyes eyes sweep the room. There were a total of four guards spaced around the edges of the room and two attending the queen, the wolf let out a growl too low for human ears to detect but it let them know not to comment on the rather intoxicating scent coming from the slave. It was was a heady mix, Emma smelled good enough on her own, add in the queen and it was even more potent. In fact Red was struggling a little herself, her mind racing over possible scenarios, Emma was literally coated in the scent, it was not that of a 'normal' coupling, the queen had been rutting with her slave, on her slave.
Regina's eyes snapped to her wolf who had emitted a low growl, their eyes met and she smiled, raising a single brow, the wolf returned the look with a curl of her lip, showing her canines in a show of animalistic understanding. The queen's smile widened as she sat slowly then took her eyes off her pet and surveyed her other guests. These were her oldest 'employees', people who had been with her since the beginning of her reign, or longer and every week she invited the to dine with her.
Emma watched the exchange between her mistress and Red with veiled curiosity, she was missing something but she couldn't deny that the look Red gave the queen was highly arousing.
"Eat!" Regina clapped her hands and the table was suddenly laden with food. "Kneel." The queen commanded in a softer voice and Emma dropped to her knees beside her mistress.
For the first part of the meal she was completely ignored, by the queen anyway but the rest of the staff, the cook, the seamstress, Braxas and other men and women she didn't know kept stealing surreptitious glances her way as she knelt by the queen's side.
"Pet, serve us some cider," the words were quiet but authoritative and Emma rose as gracefully as she was able, her muscles still protesting the past days abuses. As she retrieved the large, silver pitcher from the table at the side of the room she felt all eyes on her. As she circled the table, pouring the alcohol into each goblet she knew she was on display. She was tracked by not only the queen but by every other pair of eyes in the room. But, she didn't let it get to her, instead she straightened up to her full height, held her head high and used what she had been born with to keep those eyes on her and work the room. She had many skills.
Red watched the blonde, she was a fine specimen, her true strength on display emblazoned on her skin, each cut, lash, bite and bruise standing in stark relief on her pale flesh. That was what true strength was and Red knew that every person here understood that. She also knew that was why her queen was parading the slave around in such a way, it was a reminder to them all, both of their own struggles and those of their queen who still gave into, revelled in her darker side, unleashed by those who had created her.
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Next on the Collar
"Mistress, this is Greta," Red introduced her friend, not missing the way the queen's eyes roved over her as she dropped into a deep curtsey.