I didn't intend there to be any sex in this chapter, it just kind of happened but I will not apologise ;) But again things have shifted forward and a whole chapter created itself out of nowhere.
The next will be up as soon as I can, it's 90% drafted as we are now back to my original draft for the story so I am able to pluck bits out and make them fit with of editing which is why updates are so fast at the moment.
Enjoy, Lil'D x
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Emma's sleep was disturbed by noises coming from the queen's main chamber. She dressed quickly, the sounds in the outer chamber telling her that the queen wasn't alone. However, when she opened her door she was not prepared for the sight before her. She kept her eyes down and crossed the room, dropping down by the side of her mistresses chair in her designated spot.
She didn't wince at the cries or smacks that resounded through the chamber, she didn't lift her head to see what the queen was doing to the young wolf.
Regina noticed her pet enter but her attention was fully occupied with the wolf over her lap.
Once Red had left the girl had shifted back from her wolf form leaving her very naked, very pleasing human body kneeling before the queen.
"I am going to punish you," Regina explained calmly as she took the girl's chin between her thumb and forefinger so she could look into her eyes. "If you take your punishment well, I may allow you to attend the banquet. Fail, and I will leave you chained up here until I, or one of my lords requires some entertainment. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes, Mistress," there was a quiver in her voice but Greta couldn't help it. She was nervous, not scared but nervous as she had no idea what to expect.
"Come, lay across my lap," Regina patted her thigh and the young wolf shuffled closer on her knees, still unsure of the queen's intentions. "Are you afraid?"
"No, Mistress. It's just that I have never done this before and I am worried that I will displease you," Greta answered honestly.
"Well, I intend to spank you for misbehaving so I require you to lie across me," Regina explained again but this time the girl nodded and carefully laid over her mistresses slightly parted thighs, gasping as she found her wrists magically linked and cuffed to the legs of the chair once she was in place. She settled herself in a relatively comfortable position, knees slightly apart but not resting too much of her weight on the queen. As it was the feel of the silk of the queen's dress was tantalising against her sensitive nipples.
"Relax," a soft, gentle hand stroked from the top of the wolf's head, down across the strong expanse of her back, continuing over her ass and then down the back of her thighs. Regina enjoyed watching the play of muscles under the virgin skin, a small whimper escaping as she purposely allowed her fingers to brush close to the wolf's sex, partially exposed by her current position.
"Open you legs for me, show me yourself," another whimper, Regina could not tell if it was from fear or excitement but the girl did as she was told and soon her glistening sex was fully exposed to her mistresses appraising eye.
"Good girl, I will permit you to cry out if you need to, I enjoy hearing my pet's when I punish them," she explained to the girl but then thinking of her blonde pet who rarely uttered a sound which she found to be just as, if not more erotic at times.
"Yes, Mistress," Greta replied, nerves on edge as she waited for her punishment to begin but she allowed more of her weight to settle as nails scratched lightly over her back and causing a shiver of anticipation.
When the first blow fell the young wolf yelped in surprise, her wolf senses too overwhelmed to pick up the motion of the queen's hand before it struck. Her skin was warm and stung slightly where the slap had landed but she had little time to catalogue the feeling before another hard succession of blows fell. It was then that she did cry out, in shock and pain but she didn't struggle.
Regina admired the blush of colour her hand had made, nails scratching over the reddened skin and causing a cry of pain to escape the wolf.
"Oh, we are nowhere near done yet, my wolf," Regina chuckled, hand going to the nape of the girl's neck and gripping it firmly, holding her still. Greta welcomed the touch, it grounded her and she relaxed, Regina feeling the girl's body drape fully over her lap and she smiled, she knew how to handle the wild creatures, Emma included it seemed. They needed a strong hand, but firm not brutish.
Another flurry of blows had the wolf crying out and gasping, she vaguely registered that Emma had entered the room but the queen's hand on her neck held her in place and she was unable to look up, all she could see was the blonde's torso from the corner of her eye.
Regina paused but paid the older slave no attention, she trusted her to fulfil her role impeccably as always and sure enough it was as though nothing untoward was going on, green eyes were down and body relaxed as her pet waited for her instruction.
But it was the wolf that had her attention now, her ass glowing pink now.
"You are doing very well," Regina praised as she softly massaged the abused flesh, hands cool against the hot skin. Greta moaned, that felt so good, so good -. She gasped as fingers began to wander and encountered her sex, rubbing lightly in a way that had her struggling in her bonds.
"Do you like that, bitch?" Her mistress queried.
"Yes-, Mistress," Greta replied even as those fingers continued to wander. Another flurry of slaps and this time every blow sent a pulse of pain through her but one that exploded in that sensitive nub of nerves, the one that felt so good when it was touched. But the queen was not touching her there or anywhere else right now but it felt as though she was, it felt as though the queen's hands were all over her body, caressing her overheated skin but she knew it was just her imagination, not even magic as she would recognise its touch. It was just her mind playing tricks on her.
"Please," she found herself begging and the queen chuckled.
"Oh, wolf! You are a good student aren't you? Hmm?" Regina smiled as she saw how wet the girl was and she had barely touched her sex, only introduced the possibility to her. Pleasure and pain were very closely linked and sometimes all one had to do was form the connection.
Another series of harsh slaps resounded around the room and Greta struggled, her strength out of her control.
"Pet," Regina called for the blonde's attention. "Over there," she nodded and Emma caught sight of the item in question and nodded.
"Yes, Mistress," she rose and padded, still barefoot, to retrieve the item in question. It was a polished length of wood with a leather cuff at either end, a type of spreader bar. When the queen indicated she continue Emma knelt behind Greta and positioned the bar between her thighs, pushing them a little further apart to accommodate the length, it was a good fit and would hold the girl's legs open and a cuff was quickly attached around each thigh, just above the knee.
"Mistress?" Emma gestured back at the girl and Regina caught her drift. The blonde jumping up and retrieving a length of soft rope that had been lying next to the bar. This was wrapped around Greta's legs, just above the cuffs, then around both legs of the chair to prevent her moving them away, secured firmly to negate the strength of a thrashing wolf, however young she may be she was still strong.
Regina watched her pet with approval, a nod and a wave of her hand and the blonde settled back in her standard position but this time on the queen's other side, close the the wolf's behind. Emma dropped her eyes again but a cough and a shake of the queen's head indicated that she should watch.
The reprieve had given Greta some time to gather her thoughts, she felt Emma's hands on her, firm but gentle and she appreciated the aid of the bonds, she did not want to hurt the queen but she felt very out of control right now. Her ass was throbbing, as was her sex and her head was a mess of emotions, too jumbled up to focus on one particular one but she just needed -.
"Ah!" More blows in sharp succession and she writhed and cried out, more vocal that she felt secure in her bonds, they held her down and gave her something to fight against. Regina admired the spirit, knowing how she must be feeling and revelling in the power she had over the strong creature under her hands. A low, animalistic keen was heard as a palm connected directly with the girl's sex.
Greta felt the blow and almost went out of her mind with the sensation, the sharp pain coupled with throbbing pleasure settling deep in the pit of her belly, building and building. Then it stopped, soft hands on her skin, soothing and massaging, allowing her to regain some semblance of her sense of self.
Regina and Emma watched the girl take heaving breaths, both fully aware of what she was experiencing. Emma in total yet silent agreement with the queen on the method of punishment for the wolf, it was a very hands on experience for the slave, very intimate and very good for forming and strengthening the bond between mistress and slave, between pleasure and pain.
A few pinches of sore flesh had the girl writhing again, breaths now short pants as she tried to move away from the evil fingers. More smacks, ten this time and now the girl was sobbing, Emma didn't blame her, she must have had over sixty blows by now, a hell of a lot for a novice even though the skin did not appear to be too damaged. Wolf healing, Emma thought to herself, the queen obviously knew what she was doing and how much the girl could take.
Greta had no idea how she could stand much more of this, only that she had to, for her mistress. For a moment a soothing hand calmed her, then the queen spoke to her.
"There, my wolf, how does that feel?" She was supposed to answer? The thought alone caused a whimper to escape and Regina smiled. "Does it feel good," she dropped her hand until it was brushing lightly over the girl's sex. "Or bad?" A harsh pinch followed. But, after the stimulation to her sex only seconds before the pain shot straight to her core and the wolf's body would have jack-knifed is it weren't for her bonds.
"Good, M, Mistress, good!" It was practically a howl and Regina smiled as she held the girl's sex open, the cool air a welcome relief to the wolf's aching flesh.
"How about this?" Regina's fingers once again stroked the girl between her legs, spreading the slick fluid everywhere, all the way up to her ass where a curious finger stroked and swirled.
Greta let out a true howl as she felt the finger tease her, it felt so good just to be touched, anywhere!
"Oh! How I wish we had more time," Regina murmured as she felt the wolf's heart pound against her leg, catching her other pet's eye and smirking as she continued to play with the wolf's most taboo area.
"Indeed, Mistress," Emma replied, not able to hide the deepening of her voice as she watched the queen toy with the girl who was now trying to push back against the queen's finger. Regina taking her time to really excite the wolf who would take any stimulation she could, eyes screwed shut as she tried to find some relief, any relief from her mistress.
"Oh well," the queen sighed and another flurry of slaps fell, Greta squirming and crying out. The second the blows stopped she was crying for different reasons, a finger pressing, circling until it slid inside her, stretching, filling her and setting off the most intense set of sensations the young wolf had ever felt, pumping rhythmically, sliding past tight muscles as her she clenched again and again, she tensed fully against the bonds as she experienced her first orgasm at the hands of the queen. Well, and Emma. Who, when the girl became still, carefully removed her finger and went to clean herself off and left her mistress to tend to the exhausted wolf.
"Good girl, good girl," Regina crooned as she stroked the still burning skin under her hands. "You did very well," she praised but Greta could only whimper, totally spent but she would have wagged her tail had she been able. The queen spent a good few minutes with her newest slave, reassuring her in a low hypnotic voice as she continued to massage the flesh under her hands.
Emma returned to the main chamber and watched intently, some would say her mistress was being inordinately gentle but she knew that there was no better time to cement the bond between mistress and slave than this one. Greta had performed well, obeyed her mistress so was being rewarded with attention and next time she would be more eager to please the queen as she would now associate punishment with reward, if the queen deemed that she deserved it of course.
Regina felt the blonde's eyes on her and lifted her head, catching an approving look on the slave's face. She quirked an eyebrow and caught a wry smile as eyes dropped respectfully down but she couldn't help but mirror it. Not that she needed approval but she had come to respect the slave's skills.
When she deemed she was finished Regina beckoned to her pet to come and unbind the girl so that she could stand. Yes, she could have used magic but who knew what was going to happen later in the evening with so many strangers in the palace and she wanted to be at full power should any trouble arise.
"Up," Greta jumped at the sound of Emma's voice and tried to do as she was bid but her muscles had stiffened. Strong arms wrapped around her torso and pulled her up, taking her weight until she could find her feet.
Once the girl had been helped off her Regina stood.
"Help her to her rooms, use this," Regina handed the blonde a jar of salve. "Then leave her to bathe and dress then return to assist me." The instructions were clear.
"Come," Emma dropped her stance and Greta squeaked as she was lifted onto the blonde's shoulder. Regina bit her lip, arousal spiking as she witnessed the display of strength, wolves were very solid creatures and she was impressed by the ease with which the slave carried her charge from the room.
"Lie down," Emma gestured towards the bed in Greta's room once she had manoeuvred them both inside "This will help the sting," she waved the jar of salve in her hands towards sore buttocks. Still rather dazed Greta did as she was told, lying face down and moaning softly with the odd wince when Emma began to massage the cream into her skin.
"Are you hurt?" The blonde's palm hovered over what was hidden between the girl's ass cheeks.
"A little sore but nothing my own body won't fix," was the muffled reply as the wolf turned her head towards the slave.
"I'm sorry, I usually prefer to work up to that a little more," Emma apologised, blue eyes going wide as the girl realised who had penetrated her.
"Um, no, it was. It was good," again the words were muffled as she turned her head back into the pillow, cheeks colouring.
"Don't worry, the Queen can make pretty much anything feel good,"Emma replied with a wry chuckle.
"She can, can't she?" Greta joined in and the tension in the room dissipated.
"Don't worry, I'll help you where I can," Emma promised as she rubbed the last of the cream in, "without going against our mistress."
"I understand," the girl answered, very much enjoying the blonde's soft hands on her tortured skin, the salve cool.
"Sex is nothing to be embarrassed about, take pleasure where you can, however you can," she advised the younger slave. "Our mistress is quick to anger and enjoys to punish so accept her positive attentions when they are offered. Being a slave need not be a negative experience, but I think you know that as you have seen Red."
"Yes, she is strong and people respect her although she belongs to the Queen," Greta agreed.
"She is. And you will be too, you know what you're getting into, you have a natural inclination to submit, to the Queen," Emma clarified. "But she is unique, even I feel it when I'm with her and this is not what I'm used to," the blonde chuckled at the irony of her situation.
"You're not? You were not a slave in your world?" Greta asked before realising her slip.
"Red?" A perfect eyebrow was arched in question.
"Yeaaaah," the wolf looked extremely sheepish.
"As long as the Queen doesn't find out," the blonde cautioned before deciding to indulge the girl. "And no, where I am from I am the ones with slaves," Emma informed her companion who tried to turn over and sit up she was so surprised.
"No!" A tap on the girl's ass and she was face down again. "I'm not done yet," Emma growled.
"You had slaves?" Greta was shocked that the slave had been a mistress in her own lands but it explained an awful lot.
"Yes. I train, trained," she corrected herself, "slaves and many offered themselves to me," Emma shrugged but she was being truthful and the wolf could sense this.
"When you grow into yourself I can see you being as strong as Red," Emma complimented the young wolf and directed the conversation away from her past.
"Really?" Greta squeaked as a pat on her rump indicated that the blonde was done.
"Yes, you have good control and self-respect, use that. Work on it. What the Queen, and I, will teach you will make you stronger. Enhance your control. Set you above others. When you are broken down to your basest parts, only then do you know who you truly are," Emma stood and quickly rinsed her hands. "I'm needed. Dress," she gestured towards the clothes the queen had provided for the young wolf in her absence and left the room, blue eyes staring at the doorway even after the slave had left departed, the slave's words leaving her lot to think about.
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