Next chapter, not safe for work! Again I added more than intended, oops...not sure you'll complain though.

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Red left the castle in her wolf form, the journey was urgent and she had more stamina than even the queen's best horses. She ran all through the night and as dawn was about to break she approached her destination, slowing as she reached the border, knowing she would not approach unseen.

What she wasn't expecting was the net that came down on her, claws slashing out as she struggled to free herself or the arrow that hit her shoulder. It was then the rage took her and she broke free but the wound was worse than anticipated and -. Was that poison? The wolf thought as her head began to spin and her body went into spasms as it tried to decide which form was safest.

"Oh, we are in so much shit," the wolf heard muttered before she lost her last grip on consciousness.

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As soon as her guest left Regina re-focused on her pets.

"You did well," a hand reached out and cupped the young wolf's cheek. "Pet, clean her," Emma was surprised by the request but not shocked. "Wolf," Greta looked up when her mistress spoke to her direct. She knew what the queen wanted just not what she was supposed to do. "Pet, do what you will." Regina settled back in her chair and waited, curious to see what would transpire now that the blonde had free reign.

"Come," Emma stood, bouncing on her heels slightly to stretch tight muscles before gesturing that Greta should follow her across the room. A look to the queen who gave a nod of permission and the blonde pointed to what resembled a spanking bench situated in the corner of the room to the side of the queen's imposing desk. Only her queen would have such a contraption in her living room Emma chuckled to herself but who was she to complain.

"It is so I can be consistent with a punishment whilst I work," Regina had seen the quirk of the her pet's lips and deduced its origin, a lifted blonde brow was her only reply.

"A very nice piece of equipment, Mistress," Emma praised before she returned her attention back to her charge. "Strip." The girl crossed her arms over her chest and swiftly pulled her dress over her head, placing it neatly the edge of the queen's desk. "Bend over," the older slave instructed, a gentle but forceful hand on the wolf's back encouraging the action. Greta was both apprehensive but strangely excited, she had no idea what Emma had planned but she trusted the slave, just as she did the queen, to make her stronger, better by whatever method they chose.

Regina watched her pet instruct the wolf as she bent at the waist, torso coming to rest against the thick leather padding but at a downward angle, the girl's feet still firmly placed on the rug beneath. Emma knelt and secured cuffs at the wolf's ankles, she didn't know if they could really hold the girl, she doubted it but that was not the point here. Kneeling behind the slave Emma ran her open hands up the back of strong but shapely legs, pressing the fronts of Greta's thighs against the vertical length on the bench before wrapping them with a pliable leather strap that buckled in place, another bond. Hands continued up over the swell of firm buttocks as Emma stood, feeling the eyes of the queen fixed on her, she knew that is she looked up she would see those dark orbs almost black and if she was doing a really good job the queen would have her bottom lip caught between those sharp, vicious teeth.

There was no doubt her slave was talented, Regina admitted as she watched her easy, oh so confident handling of the compliant but overexcited pup. Her pet had a calm strength that had been laid bare to Regina as her mistress in the most intimate and debased moments but this was displayed for all to see. If this is how the slave behaved in her own world - , then Regina would readily believe she was all that she claimed to be. A start as the queen realised the depth of her admiration for the slave, the woman who had inserted herself with such ease into her world.

"Head down, face forward," soft words broke her reverie and Regina watched as deft fingers ensured the pup was properly aligned on the bench, upper body now pointing down so the girl's head became level with her knees. The bench was on the smaller side, made for a female form not male, Regina had no interest in the rear ends of men, no aesthetic appeal for the queen but young women on the other hand-. Greta relaxed under Emma's touch, warm hands running over her back, one coming to rest on the back of the pup's where it kneaded the tight muscles and Regina recognised it for what it was, a reassurance and it pleased her that her pet seemed to enjoy a similar touch.

Emma now stepped in front of the wolf, eyeing her position critically, ensuring the hips, spine and shoulders were perfectly aligned. When she was happy with the arrangement she grasped the girl's chin and pulled it forward slightly so it came to rest in a slight depression in the bench.

"Don't move," the tone was harsher than before but it excited both the queen and her pup. Regina watched as Emma fastened and tightened two diagonal straps over the slave's back, there was a slight swell of flesh on either side of the leather showing they were tight enough to restrict any movement and the girl's breasts were pushed slightly out to the sides. The straps would also take a little of the girl's weight and prevent her slipping out of position as they supported her shoulders. A look to the queen saw her entranced and the blonde smiled to herself, brushing dark curls aside as she quickly figured out the rest of the bindings. Ah, interesting.

"Don't struggle," Emma urged as she brought up the hood-like covering up, slipping it over the back of the slave's head where the soft leather covered her eyes and ears. It left her nose and mouth free of any binding, when secured it held her head immobile against the bench. A deep breath and Emma cocked her head, reviewing her work.

"A gag," Regina spoke and green eyes shot to hers. A click and a bit gag appeared in the wolf's mouth before Emma could respond. "Pup, a warning. I am taking away your hearing. You are safe and only Emma and I can touch you. Do you understand?" A jerk of her head was all Greta was capable of, so bound was she. "You will be restricted in your senses but take comfort in the fact." The young wolf would have whined had she been able but trusted her mistress, and Emma. Then it went quiet. It had never been so quiet, as a wolf there were always sounds to be heard. She opened her eyes against the soft padding that lined the hood but saw nothing, not hint of light even with her enhanced sight.

She was scared.

She was scared until she felt a warm hand on her back and scented Emma's familiar but slightly wild scent, she could also scent the queen, both were aroused. The queen smelt like thunder and chocolate, odd sparks of magic thrown in as it emanated from her body.

"Mistress?" Emma queried before gesturing towards her own room. A nod and the slave padded through to retrieve what she required. Greta whimpered when she felt warm water squeezing onto her still sensitive sex then gentle strokes as Emma cleaned off the now drying reminder of her previous passion. After the water came soft touches with a cloth as she was dried off and the slightly cool sensation of her damp flesh meeting the air made her shiver.

Regina watched as Emma washed the girl, her movements concise but gentle. Green eyes looked up as the task was finished and she nodded to her pet, fascinated to see what the slave would do next. First the bowl and cloth were put away then Emma returned to the girl, nails scratching over the wolf's back.

Slap!

Regina cursed herself for jumping as her pet spanked the slave, a cry of shock issuing from behind the gag. A touch and the girl was calmed before another blow landed, the force causing the muscle of the wolf's behind to ripple and redden. Four more slaps followed and Greta was braced in anticipation for another when she sensed the queen's approach.

"Good work. She is delectable, isn't she? Regina questioned as she stood on the opposite side of the bench.

"Yes, Mistress. She is a fine specimen," Emma replied, eyes roaming the girl's body, cataloguing each minute reaction from the reddened buttocks to the light, panting breaths.

"She is aroused."

"She is." Emma raised her brow in question as she found the queen studying herself and not the girl.

"I will have you," a husked statement from her mistress made her sex clench and panties become even more soaked. "But first see to the girl." Their eyes locked for a moment before purple smoke swirled around the queen's hand and she held out the dildo that had appeared to her pet. "Pierce her."

"Yes, Mistress," Emma murmured, excited for more than one reason.

Once the queen had approached Greta tensed in anticipation, both women were now extremely aroused, Emma's hand lightly resting on her back but then it moved away. Fuck! The wolf jerked as fingers began stroking her sex, so softly it was barely there but -. Her hips tried to buck and increase the pressure but the straps and a sharp slap on her ass reminded her of her place and the wolf forced herself to relax. She could break free if she chose to, the straps were leather and no match for her strength. But, that would disappoint the queen and Emma, she didn't want to do that. Not when -! A whine when the fingers were removed and she held perfectly still, hoping that they would return.

They did and began the motions again, up and down, spreading her fluid and inflaming her sex as they touched her. Then suddenly there seemed to be fingers all over. Emma smiled as the queen joined her in playing with the slave, their combined touch allowing them to be everywhere at once and the young wolf was now trembling under them as touches skated from clit to ass and everywhere in between. Emma brought the dildo into play, pressing it lightly against the wolf's sex before trailing the tip up and down, her eyes locked on the queen's.

"Stop." Regina commanded and raised a brow, a command.

Greta whimpered as the dildo pressed against her ass, the queen had played with her there but only a finger, nothing like this. Emma put aside the fact that this was her friend and slipped into her domme mindset, the one that craved the domination and power and the one that knew she could make this feel good for the girl, whether she wanted it to or not. Greta forced herself to stay still, she trusted Emma but Red had told her what training she could expect so this was not a surprise. She would get through it and the older wolf had admitted that the queen could make pretty much anything feel good, especially if she was training and not punishing.

A finger replaced the dildo and began stimulating the tight ring of surprisingly sensitive muscles. It felt good, even though she knew what was coming Greta enjoyed the sensations whilst she could. When Emma thought the slave was ready she slid a finger inside, it went in easily, the touches had kept the girl relaxed and she was extremely aroused which made things easier. Regina locked eyes with her pet and added her finger to the mix, a mocking smirk on the queen's face.

"You don't expect me to let you have all the fun, do you?" Regina purred and was rewarded with a whimper from the wolf.

"Of course not, Mistress," Emma replied with a smirk as she pumped her finger in tandem with the queen's.

Regina pulled out and stepped back, watching as her pet withdrew a moment later. The pup was ready. A quick cleansing spell drew an appreciative nod from the blonde then the queen watched as Emma smeared the girl's own fluids onto the dildo for lubrication. A soft hand fell on the back of her neck and gripped firmly in warning. All Greta could smell was the combined scents of her mistresses arousal mingling with her own and realised for the first time that the lack of hearing was a blessing, it allowed her to focus and become totally immersed in the experience.

A pressure and the pup shuddered as Emma followed the queen's instruction and pierced the wolf with the tip of the dildo, fingers gripping the girl's neck to steady her, emotionally, as her bonds took care of the physical aspect. Emma took her time easing it inside, knowing it would hurt but she persisted, ensuring it was slick before each twisting thrust eased more of its length inside. Greta felt like she was being split in two, much like she had when the queen had fucked her in the bath, forced open. A shock of magic joined the pain, intensifying it for several heartbeats before it disappeared.

When it stopped Greta was able to breathe, breathe in time to the slow pulses of the the now fully embedded dildo as a light pressure . It didn't hurt any more but it didn't hurt any less.

"Leave her," Regina instructed, walking away from the bound slave, raising her hand and beckoning as she went. Emma stared, transfixed at the queen's hips, still encased in tight silk that outlined her toned buttocks. A last squeeze to the wolf's neck then she followed her mistress.

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Red woke suddenly and immediately struggled to be free, kicking and biting, her teeth long and sharp, fighting against the bodies holding her as they dragged her along, even with the drug in her system she was strong, strong enough to land teeth and claws in flesh and knock the bodies away from her.

The wolf whirled to put eyes on her captors but found herself surrounded, she refused to be beaten and prepared to shift but first, first reaching up to pull the arrow from her shoulder so she could heal. Wrenching the shaft from her flesh, it burned and bled but then she shifted, or tried to. Too much damage, too much wrong in her blood so she stood and faced her enemies head on. She would not go down without a fight.

It was a spectacular sight that the queen came upon, a naked lone woman, bloody, beaten, teeth and claws inhumanly bared and eyes glowing yellow but standing tall in front of twenty of her armed but admittedly youthful warriors, they looked terrified, terrified but determined.

"Stand down!" The order was clear and her army well trained and they obeyed their queen, weapons dropping away from their target who continued to growl and snap. "Red!" The word caught the wolf's attention but she was still too deep in her battle rage to focus. "Red," the woman came closer and the wolf shook her head, trying to clear it. The voice sounded familiar but there was blood rushing around her head and a ringing in her ears and -. "Oh, we are in so much shit," the repeated phrase was the last the wolf heard as she collapsed, her body shifting as it did in an attempt to protect itself, to heal.

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Next on The Collar

"The wolf needs us," her mistress had announced and had been dressed in an instant while Emma still struggled to comprehend what was going on, the previous nights activities had exhausted her and she had been in a deep sleep. In a heartbeat the slave was also dressed by the queen's magic and a section of the stone wall in the bedchamber was waved to one side to show a large selections of weapons. "Take everything you need," Regina commanded.