A long break I know. Busy, busy life rather than lack of motivation. I have no intention of leaving this story unfinished.

Next chapter is well on the way as I realise that this is more of a continuation of the last than covering new ground but I don't like to rush :)

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Previously on The collar

Emma estimated about an hour had passed and she had been issuing an almost constant stream of sounds, all linked to the pleasure she was experiencing. As time progressed that little bit further things began to change. The warmth evolved into a heat, the arousal intensified as did the burn until it became painful and all the slave wished to do was to have a hand free to wipe whatever stuff this was off her skin, even her lips and tongue burned from where she had tasted it. She wanted to rub her legs together, anything, to relieve the sensations that were consuming her.

Hours passed and she began to sweat and shake somewhere along the way, the leather holding her immobile, the gag preventing her crying out for help had she thought that would make any difference. No, she was the queen's toy and her mistress was proving a point, her body nothing but a plaything for her amusement, a slave, she was nothing but a slave.

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When Regina left her slave she prowled the halls in search of her wolf. Who, it turned out was being evasive. It wasn't until the queen purposely summoned her via Red's amulet that she made an appearance.

"Mistress," the greeting was subdued and the wolf's eyes downcast. Red was aware that she was in trouble. Big, big trouble.

"Come with me," Regina beckoned as she stalked towards her chambers, the wolf on her heels, head bowed as she followed the queen towards whatever punishment awaited. She was not naïve and knew it was an inevitable result of her disobedience and defiance the previous night.

The queen's passage through the halls sent her subjects scurrying. One look at her face and Red's cowed presence at her heel told them all they needed to know. The queen was in a bad mood and to stay out of her way if at all possible. Thankfully for them her purpose was single minded and she swept through the hallways until her chambers were reached, the large door crashing back as she entered.

Red scanned the room but saw nothing amiss. It wasn't until she followed her mistress into her bedchamber that she was brought up short, not knowing where to look first. A glance at Greta showed the girl conscious but naked and each arm cuffed to the head of the queen's bed. What really shocked the wolf was the sight of Emma suspended from the wall, completely bound in a way Red had experienced once but never wanted to again. She knew this would be what finally broke the slave.

The blonde was silent and Red wondered whether she could hear anything, it depended on what spells the queen had used on her. A frown from the wolf as she picked up the tremors running through Emma's body and she lifted her brows in surprise. Yes, the queen had gagged her pet but she was not crying out in pain through the gag and that took a lot of control. But, if anyone was capable of sustaining that silence then Red had her money on the slave.

Red noted that Greta also had her eyes fixated on the blonde from where she lay on the bed. The wolves exchanged a look and Red gave the younger wolf a reassuring nod, knowing how hard it was for a wolf to be bonded as she was now. It had taken Red herself many moons to become accustomed to it and even now her inner beast rallied against such captivity, only her rational mind allowing her to overcome the fear.

"Oh, my dear," Regina smiled widely when she saw the state the slave was in. It was nothing short of poetic but the picture was not yet complete. A click of her fingers and the bindings that covered Emma's eyes disappeared and frantic green met her own darkened brown. The slave confused when she took in her surroundings, she had no idea how she had gotten to the queen's bedchamber or how long she had been here. As far as she had been aware she had not moved from the queen's study.

"Such a good girl," Regina chuckled darkly. "You know why you are here," was all she said before the bindings recovered her pet's eyes, not giving the blonde any chance to respond in whatever way she had at her disposal.

Emma screamed through the gag as her mistress took a moment to caress her exposed flesh, fingertips trailing over her breasts then down the side of her body to wander over her buttocks, the light touch fuelling the fire of desperate desire for her mistress that was already consuming her body. She imagined this is what Hell must feel like, had she been a believer, a lustful fire consuming her but leaving her feeling everything in a painfully sharp relief. This was a true definition of torture.

The queen hummed to herself for a moment before there was an ominous silence. A silence rent by a cry from the slave. Emma writhed against her bonds as she felt a sharp pain from her left nipple, as it was clamped, then her right suffered the same fate, a weighted nipple clamp now in place on each, the slave experienced enough to know what had been used on her. What she wasn't expecting was the same unwelcome weight and pressure on the sensitive folds of her sex, once again breaking her silence with a muffled scream.

Red and Greta looked on in horrified fascination as they watched their mistress further abuse her pet, surely Emma must be close to breaking point by now? Emma was close to it, but what could she do? This would only end when the queen wanted it to and it was obvious she wasn't ready to do so.

"Oh, we're not done yet, my dear," Regina purred as she reaffirmed the slave's desperate thoughts. This was a punishment she rarely used but it would serve to rid the slave of any notion that she had any say in what she said or did, she would belong to the queen, body mind and soul when Regina had finished with her and the wager would be won.

A surprisingly gentle, cooling touch to the slave's clit gave a short moment of relief as the queen took her time circling and massaging it between her fingertips. It was tantalising and held the promise of a relief from all this pleasure pain she was experiencing. Emma knew she had the skills to keep her own slaves on the precipice of orgasm for hours but not to build it up to this crippling intensity.

Distracted by the light, welcome attention she was caught off guard when she felt more of the noxious substance be firmly applied to her ass, the queen rubbing light but purposeful circles which both excited and terrified the blonde. Yes, it felt all kinds of cum drippingly good now but if -. Emma screamed and screamed when she felt an unrelenting pressure against her ass as the queen began to slowly, slowly, penetrate her slave with a thick dildo, the way it was slipping inside told Emma that it was well lubricated, undoubtedly with the evil substance that was slowly driving her insane.

Regina smiled as she felt the slave try to resist her whim. A combination of attention to her pet's erect nub and a steady, twisting pressure allowed her to easily work the toy well past the first tight ring and after that it was only a case of allowing the lubricant and the blonde's body to work as it continued on it's inexorable path.

Emma screamed until she was hoarse, not that it did any good, she was nothing but a mute through the gag but she had to have some outlet as she was forced open in a way she hated. Yes, her previous mistress had abused every orifice but there was just something so wrong about feeling -.

Oh fuck! Emma felt a flood of fluid drip down her thigh as the shaft slipped fully into place, spearing her, filling her and the warm, deliciousness that was the precursor to the burning filled her and was enough of a counterpoint to send her arousal rocketing.

"Good girl," Regina murmured. Her task complete she stood back to admire her work. The slave was a sweating, writhing mess and she struggled so beautifully in her bonds. "Wolf!" Regina summoned the young wolf with a click of her fingers and the cuffs holding Greta vanished and she scrambled the her feet, stumbling slightly as she dropped to her knees in front of the queen, extremely apprehensive as to what would be required of her.

"Put your mouth on her," Regina indicated with a flick of her wrist towards the blonde. "Let's see what you think of her punishment," she smirked at the look of fear this wrought in the girl. "Don't be afraid to use your teeth," the queen urged as she fisted the young wolf's hair and pushed her towards the blonde's sex. "I want you to know first hand what it feels like so you will never be inclined to disobey your queen."

"Yes, Mistress," Greta murmured and set to work.

Emma mewled like a kitten as she felt the slightly rough tongue on her swollen, abused sex, she assumed it was Red but had no way of telling as she could not see or hear anything thanks to the queen.

The licks were tentative at first, as she became more confident the licks became firmer strokes which were much more satisfying to the blonde and, with the dildo wedged firmly in her ass still feeling incredibly good thanks to its coating, served as enough of a distraction from the pain to actually be a pleasurable experience. The same could not be said for the young wolf. A yelp from her as the substance began to burn her tongue and the sensitive skin around her mouth and nose.

"Don't stop," Regina urged, a deceptively gentle hand fisted in the wolf's hair held her in place and Greta obeyed despite the pain she was experiencing. She had to admit that both the authority of the queen's hold and the obvious pleasure she was giving the slave offset the pain and encouraged her on. Now she was beginning to see why Red and many of the other wolves were intoxicated by the queen, she was powerful and that was extremely attractive to a race who's lives were built around a strict hierarchy of dominant alphas and those submissive to them.

It felt natural and extremely erotic for the young wolf to be in the position she was. Mouth giving pleasure to the queen's favoured slave as the queen herself held her in position. Red thought so too, now she forced herself to admit it. Greta was extremely attractive and bent to the queen's will with enthusiasm, as Red herself once had. Not that this had changed, the older wolf's refusal to do her mistresses bidding born from a familial loyalty she cherished, not a persistent rebellion.

Emma felt herself getting closer, the tongue heavier and more agile than a human's allowed it access to her in a way that was remarkably satisfying, wet strokes filling her belly with tense anticipation. If she could only reach her peak she felt that the pain would melt away. All she needed was -.

"Enough," a soft tug on Greta's hair pulled her away from the slave. The sudden loss of contact devastated Emma, she knew that there was now no way her mistress would give her any relief. A pained cry as she tensed against her bonds before she forced herself to relax, it was futile to offer any further struggle so she elected to withdraw into herself and await the eventual release from her torment.

Regina frowned as she watched her pet. She felt the moment when the slave gave up, felt it through the magic bond they shared via the collar. What she couldn't tell was whether it was a good sign or bad, only time would tell she thought with a sigh.

"Red, she will stay in the palace," Regina gestured to the young wolf. "Put her in the room next to yours," she commanded.

"Yes, Mistress," Red murmured in response and gestured for Greta to come to her side and the young wolf obeyed, sticking close to her friend even as Red pulled a throw off the back of a chair so she could cover her nudity for their short walk. Greta quickly covered herself and they stood, waiting to be dismissed.

"Go," a casual flick of the queen's wrist indicated they could leave and the wolves made a swift exit, Red guiding the somewhat dazed young wolf from the queen's chambers.

"How are you?" Red asked softly as they made their way to her rooms, eyes turning to the young one by her side.

"Um," Greta paused, still trying to catalogue her experiences with Emma and the Queen. "Sore," she replied, wrinkling her nose as she spoke.

"Come into my room," Red walked a little ahead and unlocked her door, holding it open for Greta to walk inside. "Sit," A gentle shove and the young wolf was pushed into Red's large armchair. "Let me take a look," Red knelt and gently rested her hands on Greta's knees. "Please, I know what kind of damage they can do." Eyes met and a silent exchange took place, ending in the slow parting of pale but bruised thighs. The older wolf cast a clinical eye over the abused area and sighed, lip caught between her teeth as she looked up at her charge.

"I'm sorry," she murmured, the damage was nasty, lots of bruised and swollen flesh but no external tearing, " but I think you'll heal up just fine," she added.

"Don't be, sorry I mean," Greta smiled down at her friend. "I enjoyed it, they are both very skilled lovers." Red's mouth dropped open.

"That's very true, well, from what I've seen of Emma, but -?" She frowned. "Wasn't that all a bit much? I've seen men and women come out broken from nights with the Queen."

"It was intense but I'm wolf!" Greta proclaimed proudly then softened her tone, hand reaching out to cup her friend's cheek. "It seems I like it a little rough," she teased gently as her thumb stroked Red's soft skin. "And it's different for you, you are alpha," she acknowledged Red's genetic make-up.

"As are you," Red reminded the young one who just shook her head.

"No, in name only," Greta referred to her lineage, the last of her alpha line. "I have no desire to lead a pack, I am content here, near you," she blushed and Red chuckled, the pup had a way of making her feel better. "It's not as though we need anyone other than the Queen, right?" the young wolf added. "I mean have you seen her?" She let her tongue hang out wolfishly in admiration and Red could not help herself from reaching and ruffling dark curls as she boosted herself to her feet.

"Oh, you never cease to amaze me," her fingers lingered in soft hair and offered a soothing scratch of the scalp which cause Greta to lean against her thigh.

"But that's good, right?" A cheeky grin followed the comment.

"Of course it's good," the smile was reciprocated but in a softer fashion. "Let's get you cleaned up, you may use my bathroom, I'd rather not have you in the public pool with those open wounds." A shrug and the young wolf capitulated and went to clean up. As she worked Red called through the door to her. "Would you mind being here more?" She questioned. "There was no room next to mine, I was alone on this corridor, the Queen created it just for you which means she wants you close, I suspect she will call for your attention often as I am out of favour and Emma -."

"Emma is strong, she will recover," Greta replied as she rinsed her face. "That stuff though!" She shuddered as she washed the remainder from her skin.

"It's vile, I know. Honey and some herb or other, plus magic I think," Red explained.

"Has she ever -?"

"Yes, once. It will break Emma," Red's words were low and laden with sadness as Greta entered the room, clean and clad in a spare set of Red's clothes. They did not fit badly but Red was taller and more lithe than the young one so they were a little tight in places, the right places Red noted but she assumed that the queen would send Greta for clothes as she did her more favoured play-things.

"It was after I ran," Red explained as she dropped into her chair.

"You ran away?" Greta dropped to the floor at her friend's feet and rested her head against Red's thigh. Wolves were affectionate creatures around those they were close to and physical contact was both the norm and also a comfort to them.

"Well, I tried," Red chuckled ruefully, thinking back. "I left the palace and shifted, I ran all night but where was I to go? It was a foolish whim as I realised I was already bound to the Queen, I missed her after only a few hours so returned the next day."

"Had you been here long by then?" Greta asked, curiosity peaked as this was not something Red talked about, her early years at the palace still a mystery to the youngster.

"Two years give or take," Red replied. "Call it youthful rebellion," a harsh chuckle. "I thought I knew better, I was wrong. I can never leave her." The room fell silent for a few moments.

"What of Emma? She intrigues the Queen," Greta observed. "They are well matched." Red shifted so she could look down at her friend.

"They are, it worries me," Red confessed.

"Why?" A simple question but no simple answer was to follow.

"Because I cannot see it it ending well for Emma," Red paused to consider her words. "She doesn't fit here but she fits with the Queen. And, the Queen likes her and finds her both challenging and settling. Emma will either win the wager and leave, which will hurt the Queen. Or stay and that may hurt them both."

"Again, why? I'm confused. Why would Emma staying harm the Queen?" Great questioned Red's logic.

"Because it would lead to greater intimacy between them, the Queen would handle that by either blocking Emma out or worse, lashing out with the potential to destroy her. Emma is -," Red paused. "This goes no further? " Greta nodded, confused. "Emma, she's not from here, this world. The Queen pulled her though from another, from what I gather a very, very different place than this." The young wolf's eyes went wide as she digested that piece of information.

"That's -."

"I know, our mistress is a very powerful woman," the young wolf acknowledged, pushing up into the comforting caress Red offered as fingers returned to her scalp. The older wolf smiled to herself and wondered if Emma was part wolf as Red had seen her mistress touch the slave in such a way, many times, and it always settled her.

"Why is Emma here though? Surely the Queen was not randomly pulling people out of another realm?" Red frowned, the pup was smart.

"I cannot say," the older wolf knew that the secret of Emma's possible parentage was highly confidential and although she trusted Greta it was not worth betraying the queen's trust to simply gossip with her friend.

"I respect that, don't worry," the young wolf smiled then yawned. "Although, there are is only one person I can think of that the Queen would be searching for but it makes no sense," she reasoned before standing and stretching.

"I cannot say," Red repeated, her expression closed and brooked no argument. "Come, I will settle you in your room, you need to rest." And with that they walked in silence and Red left her friend to her own devices and returned to her own rooms to mull over the recent events, thoughts dwelling on the blonde slave and her fate.

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Next on The Collar

"Look at me," the command was firm but calm.

There was no response. Regina frowned.

Slap!

The force of the blow rocked the blonde's head to the side and stung the queen's palm but still those green eyes remained closed, she appeared to be unconscious.

"Well, this is disappointing," Regina murmured to herself. Usually, once the gag was removed her captives were extremely vocal in their desire to be released from their bonds.