Sorry for the delay, been working on wrapping up some loose ends on other fics. Oh, and this took a while, like ages...it's late here in cold, wintery England but I just got this finished and wanted to post for you asap. Please forgive any typo's grammar fails...

Not. Safe. For. Work.

Hope it's worth the wait...comments always appreciated

Enjoy x

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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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"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 generous but toned buttocks. A last squeeze to the wolf's neck then she followed her mistress, coming to a stop a pace away from the queen. Fingers hooked into the waistband of her pants and tugged.

"Off."

"Yes, Mistress," Emma breathed as she slowly undid the catch and slid the supple leather down, revealing pale flesh as it went. A tug and both the pants and boots were removed, the slave standing tall as she waited, determined not to fuck up this time. Not to let her libido take control as it had before and kick-starting the big pile of shit that had been the last couple of weeks of her life.

"Your shirt." Nimble fingers rapidly undid the clasps until the soft cloth fell away.

"Camisole." Emma removed the silk garment that passed for a bra as swiftly as she could without ripping the delicate fabric.

"You are strong?"

"Yes, Mistress."

Regina nodded, believing the word of her slave. The woman had not needed to take any potions that day, her colour was good and she was standing tall. Still too thin but that would improve with time and exercise. Emma flinched as the queen reached out and touched her left hip bone then proceeded to walk in a tight circle around the slave, nails dragging lightly against sensitized skin as she did.

Face to face Regina paused to observe her pet who was standing feet apart eyes down as she was touched by her mistress.

"Look at me." Green eyes and defined jaw rose slowly to meet the eyes of her queen. Pupils dilated, breathing somewhat ragged, scent of arousal noticeable in the warm room. Perfect. A glance to the pup showed that she was not going to need any attention until the morning, no interruptions.

"Tell me, Emma. What do you want?" The question caught the slave off guard. Regina laughing out loud at the look of utter confusion that crossed her pet's face before it was caught and corralled behind those tenacious barriers.

"Right now?" Regina chuckled, her pet never one to be anything other than straightforward but she had no doubt that the slave was capable of deceit. She was quick witted, resourceful and not afraid to fight dirty. All skills that would be well suited to the work of an intelligencer should Regina ever tire of the woman's body. A hum, not a likely outcome, not yet anyway, there was still far too much to explore there and too much uncharted territory within the woman's psyche to tire of yet.

"Yes, now," the queen replied, ever curious to learn more about her slave.

"Right now, I want to fuck you." Emma heard the sound of the air move before she felt the blow, the harsh sting of the queen's palm against her right cheek. A roll of a tense but elegant neck and green eyes were once again fixed on brown, blood running freely from the slave's now split lip.

"You're a fool, but an honest one, pet." The queen laughed at the audacity of the slave but it was an attractive quality, in this one at least.

"For you, Mistress," a raised brow the only acknowledgement of the slave's candour. Regina watched, transfixed, as the tip of the blonde's tongue snaked out to lick at the blood coating plump lips. A gasp following a moan as those lips were viciously devoured by the queen, sucking and nipping needing to taste, to own.

Because that is what the whole dance was about.

Ownership.

Possession.

Emma cried out, a moment of true fear pulsing through her heart as the world turned upside down, literally, as she found herself hanging by her ankles, hair and fingertips brushing the soft fur of the rug beneath. Regina admired her pet, cuffed to the bar suspended from the ceiling, legs spread wide, helpless, hers. A touch and the slave was spinning a slow revolution in front of her mistress, Emma closing her eyes to prevent nausea as she span. She knew what to expect, the dizziness would come first then pass into a light-headedness that, if she was lucky, would enhance the experience, not just leave her disorientated and confused.

Regina opted for wrapping the silk around the blonde's head by hand, green eyes closing obligingly with only a catch of breath as they entered darkness, silk binding them shut as it wound around to be deftly secured and leaving the slave blind.

Then it began.

First a revisit to the bite wound, teeth nipping at barely healed flesh, reopening the wound to a gasp of pain from the slave.

Then teeth sinking deeper almost ripping the muscle. Emma shuddered, the pain intense but manageable, pleasurable.

Then it didn't stop. Every few seconds another nip of teeth on a random part of her body. Sometimes a deep bite, piercing flesh, sometimes a tug and pull, bruising the skin. Sometimes barely felt, only increasing her anticipation for the next. Shoulder, ribs, hip, inner thigh, wrist, calf, ribs again on the opposite side, no discernible pattern.

Regina watched her pet strain against the bonds as she tried to steady herself, fingertips seeking purchase on the floor but failing, she was too high, a light sheen of sweat defining the slave's muscles before the queen dipped in for yet another taste of the slave's flesh, fist in hair lifting the blonde's head, teeth fastening on the rapidly beating pulse point on the woman's neck. Emma moaned as the queen gave her the hickey of all hickey's she swore she could feel her essence being drawn through the skin, flowing as her mistress sucked. It was only when she stopped that Emma felt the undeniable flow of something back into her body, tingling and buzzing through her veins. It didn't feel like magic but it excited her in the same way, nerves flaring to life as the light-headedness hit her.

Regina broke off, releasing her hold, staring intently at her pet, her own chest rising and falling in a similar rhythm to the slave's, excited, aroused but unsure exactly why. What was it about this woman? It was possible to draw the life force from none magic users but not usually this easily, this freely.

It did not matter, not now.

Now all that mattered was the small panting breaths of her pet and the scent and sight of her arousal, glistening between open thighs as they were held open by the pole.

"Ahhh!" Emma cried out in shock, as those teeth latched onto her clit, nipping three times in short succession before moving onto other seemingly random parts of her body again. This time she controlled her voice as the queen targeted her nipples, already hard and standing proud from her mistresses attentions to the rest of the slave's body. The sharp pinch of teeth hurt but it felt so good to have the queen's mouth there, the heat from her lips barely felt but enough to arouse the blonde further. Her sex was swollen, wet, throbbing, if only she could - . There should have been a cry of frustration as she tried to close her legs, the effort fruitless but Emma was too controlled to make any sound.

Even when Regina bit down on her pet's already open, blood dripping, shoulder wound there was no sound, gasping and sweating but no words or cries, even with the salt of her sweat stinging and adding to the mix. It became a game for the queen, a challenge to make her pet scream, whether for mercy or in ecstasy it did not matter. The onslaught continued, barely a break between each bite and nip. Each and every action sending spikes of pain through the blonde, she could smell the queen's own musk every time her mistress passed in front of her, and it only served to increase her own excitement, to the point where she felt herself begin to get uncomfortably wet.

Regina paused to admire the thin trail slowly winding its way down over flushed skin, reflecting the light of the fire as it made lazy progress from hip bone to ribs, mixing with droplets of sweat, increasing fluidity. It was then that she struck, incisors closing on the erect bundle of nerves that encased the slave's passion. It was then Emma cried out, too overcome to hold it inside, too lost in the pleasure and pain to maintain her control. It was then the blonde came undone, sex clenching, body shaking, nerves burning.

Regina smirked, reaching out to offer the slave a pat on the cheek, an acknowledgement of a role well played, the only respite before she really got into the swing of things. Emma hadn't even finished her come down, muscles still sending tremors through her body before the blow hit.

Cat o' nine tails. Emma correctly identified the whip when the first blow impacted on already abused flesh, the number and length of the strands catching her square across the back, each bringing its own sharp pain. The slave knew her mistress was an expert with the tool and trusted that this would not damage her skin too badly. She was proven right as blow after blow fell, every inch of her skin receiving the whips vicious kiss, welts rising but never cutting the flesh. Just because it didn't make her bleed didn't mean it wasn't extremely painful but it was a constant pain, the queen taking her to that place, that mind space that allowed Emma to focus on nothing but the rise and fall of the whip as it beat its hypnotic cadence on her body.

Regina watched as her pet relaxed, breathing deepening, fingers that had been curled or scrabbling for purchase now hung limp She knew exactly what was happening and why, what state her pet had entered, one a good slave knew how to find, to ground themselves but also to take pleasure from their punishment. The minute reactions told the queen that her pet was still very present, that she had not withdrawn as she may have done given her current circumstances. Indeed the slave's need and excitement at the prospect of such an outcome of the evening had led Regina to believe this would be the case but one never knew until the moment was here.

And here it was.

Emma existed as the queen laid waste to her body, the kinesthetic state effortlessly maintained by the rhythmic tempo of the blows, skin flushed and sensitised by the attention. A shudder passed through her pet's body and Regina smiled, arm lashing back and forth in a blur of motion, breaking the tempo she had established in a frenzy of motion, arm working hard but actions controlled.

Emma's heart began to pound as she felt it coming, tightening, building, the pressure ever increasing, all she needed was-.

Regina stepped back and observed her pet, her toy. There were so few who she could play with this way, totally in tune with her but with the strength to play her games. Once again she ruminated on her good fortune as eyes wandered over the taut, quaking body hanging before her. An idle finger ran a lazy path to collect the slave's fluids as they overspilled and added to the already wetted trail, now enough to have reached the blonde's shoulder, mixing with the blood steadily dripping to the floor to form a heady cocktail.

Feeling a finger trace over her lips Emma's mouth opened, suckling on the finger pushed inside, moaning at the recognised taste, a sound pleasing to her mistresses ears. Another moan, longer, deeper as Regina worked the handle of her whip into her pet's sex, slow twists easing the wide head of the pommel inside, stretching her open but it wasn't overly large. Emma welcomed the shaft, sex clenching around it as her mistress began slow thrusts, filling her, the plaited leather tails falling down and teasing her erect clit.

Emma recoiled, body twisting away as she felt the cold brush against her skin, instantly recognising it for what it was.

A cane.

Regina waited.

"Please -," it was the only word that had been uttered since the game had begun and Regina's magic flared in response, a hand curling loosely around the queen's ankle spoke volumes of the bond between mistress and slave. Then it was gone, hands hanging alongside thick golden curls, both now blood stained.

Emma held as still as she was able, the whip still lodged inside her, tip of the cane now tracing random patterns on her skin, catching here and there on the more abused flesh, inciting hisses of pain. As the whip began to fuck her the first blow landed, harsh and sharp, focused and keen across the slave's buttocks. Emma let herself cry out, she could never hold it in when caned, a light brush of her mistresses fingers against her ribs acknowledging the fact, permitting it. Another blow and another cry, this one almost on top of the other but not quite, a steady barrage never quite touching the same swathe of skin twice as the queen worked the slave's ass, now glowing red and white with perfectly space stripe marks. As the blows had been falling Emma was being fucked slow and deep, the whip's shaft controlled by the queen's magic, Regina slowly building the speed as she gauged her pet's state.

Beautiful.

A final blow, not to the slaves rear, but her front, down across her breasts, catching pebbled nipples and providing the extra shot of pain to send Emma over, her mistresses fingers roughly rolling the slave's painfully hard nub to enhance the climax. Emma came harder than she ever had in her life, her entire body locked up, taking just that little bit more oxygen from her brain and sending her to a dizzy height as endorphins exploded, overwhelming her already stressed body.

Regina kept her fingers working, rolling and tugging as she eked out every last reaction possible from her pet, not letting up even when the slave stopped shaking and the last tremors had abated from her sex. The queen noted that her pet had discharged so much fluid it was now dripping deliciously from her slave's chin and into the blonde's mouth, Regina once again raising Emma's head and plundering damaged lips, tasting the slave's essence, a lack of response from her pet drew a sigh from the queen. Normally this would be a problem but Regina had been strangely satisfied by the experience, her own climax sparked by her pet's, it would do, for now.

A click of her fingers and several problems were solved, the slave disappearing along with the queen's clothes. Emma lay on the soft fur, barely conscious but sensing movement close by. Regina smiled as her pet tried to rise from the bed even in such a drained state, always on the alert, always defensive.

"Sleep," Emma shuddered as fingers slipped over her eyes, no longer covered by silk, forcing them closed, tips resting on thick lashes until she gave up the fight and gave in to her exhaustion.

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"Red! Red!" The wolf was groggy and her head pounded, a hand soothed her burning forehead and familiar magic poured into her. "Easy, my wolf," Regina purred as she attempted to calm the fever raging through her pet. "What was in that poison?" She hissed at the woman standing by bed.

"A mixture of local herbs," a sigh. "It usually just knocks people out for a few hours but it's obviously reacted very badly this time, maybe the wolf or -." Regina snarled at the explanation and the woman stood back, the room empty except for the three of them as she watched the queen tend to her pet with a tenderness most thought her incapable of.

Regina focused and flushed as much of her own magic into the wolf as she deemed safe, boosting Red's own healing and destroying the poison, soon the wolf seemed to calm, the fever gone and the wolf now still. Red stirred enough to nudge her nose against who she now recognised to be her mistress, a rumble of greeting as she licked the hand tending her before sleep came.

"She has been partially transforming since she collapsed but never returning fully human," Regina nodded. "It looked painful," her companion wrinkled her nose, recalling the grotesque forms the wolf had morphed between.

"It is extremely painful," Regina acknowledged. "There are certain herbs that I use on the young ones to control the change," the queen explained, "I suspect there are the same or similar ones in the poison you manufacture. It can cause problems such as these if not dosed correctly."

"Is she going to be alright?" The queen's companion queried, still very concerned about the wolf and the overall consequences of the attack.

"She will recover quickly," Regina confirmed as she stood. "Pet!" At the call the door opened and Emma stepped inside.

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Next on the Collar

It had been a hell of a morning Emma mused as she stood guard on the door to the room that contained her mistress and friend. She stood tall and glared at any who stepped too close, hand on the hilt of her sword. That had been interesting, the queen had woken suddenly just after dawn and from then on it had been a fury of action.