Oh no! Another longish chapter, my bad!
Enjoy and comment if you wish. This was fun to write, hope it's fun to read.
Happy almost weekend x
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"Pets, Red is my guest tonight so you are to be my eyes and ears," Regina turned to glance at the two young women who wore her collar.
"Yes, Mistress," Emma and Greta replied in unison as their party reached the double doors of the banqueting hall. Belle tried her best to copy the queen's slaves, they were so graceful in their movements as they followed the queen and Red.
"Then let the games begin!" Regina chuckled, receiving grins from her three pets as they entered the room.
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Regina made her usual dramatic entrance, the doors, bursting open to admit the queen and her party, heads turning and voices falling silent.
Emma scanned the room, assessing its occupants. The amazon queen was already there with her warrior, the blonde queen mixing with her subjects. An informal ruler it seemed, the slave mused as she noted the horse-shoe set up of the tables, the top table set for the two queens with chairs on either side and long benches lining the other two. None seated yet as they awaited their host.
"Shall we?" Regina approached the amazon queen who smiled her own greeting.
"Of course, Majesty," the blonde queen nodded playfully and they approached the head table together, seating themselves in the throne like chairs, Red and the warrior seating themselves next to their respective monarch, Emma and Greta falling to their knees either side of their queen. The blonde slave situated between the two queens in her familiar position on her mistresses right-hand side, the dark queen's hand falling to rest on the back of her pet's head as it tended to do
"Sit, eat, drink!" Regina called into the room and settled back to watch the evening play out.
"Thank you, Regina. It is very generous of you to host us this way," Gabrielle thanked her friend, eyes dropping to the slave kneeling between them.
"It has been a stressful few weeks," Regina acknowledged. "And your amazons always entertain me," she smirked.
Red knew they painted quite the picture and easily picked up the whispered comments from their guests.
"What is being said?" Regina leaned towards her wolf who chuckled at the question, neither woman hiding their conversation from the amazon queen and her consort.
"Well, Mistress," the wolf grinned. "Your pets are pitied, admired and lusted after. Some are even thinking of petitioning their queen to ask you to free them, especially the blonde that is so obviously inches from death. They all admire her tattoo though, some are going to get a copy when they get home."
"Your subjects are idiots," Regina snorted, knowing her friend had heard every word.
"They are enthusiastic and honourable, not traits to be readily dismissed, Regina," the amazon queen rebuffed. "I will make sure to head off any requests for emancipation before they reach you, don't worry," the blonde queen chuckled, tone droll. "Although this one intrigues me." Emma looked up at that and gazed coolly at the amazon queen before turning her attention back to the goings on below them.
"Oh, you have no idea," Regina replied cryptically, fingers not ceasing in their attention to her pet's scalp, enjoying the silent rumbles vibrating from the slave's chest. Dinner was served and the party got rowdier as the amazons indulged in the food and drink provided, neither queen interfering in the odd squabble that broke out or paying much attention to the raucous bouts of laughter exploding at regular intervals. Instead, conversing idly with each other, both queens throwing comments in here and there, Red and the warrior also contributing.
Belle found herself standing behind the chair of her new mistress, wishing she could join her friends at the banqueting table but resigned to her fate. Belle was curious though, this was all very new to her and she had never attended such an event, the surroundings very much grander than anything at the amazon village. No, Belle focus! She was here to repay her debt to the wolf and and an amazon never backed down from such a responsibility. It was going to be hard but she did not want to disappoint her queen who had been nothing but welcoming and kind since Belle had joined her tribe.
But, to serve the queen's wolf. Sorry, Mistress Red! The girl had heard talk of the dark queen and her slaves, the majority of the amazon population acknowledging the beauty of both the queen and her the women she collared. Red was both feared and admired by the amazons, now more feared due to her recent displays of strength, even when injured they had already become legendary in amazon gossip. Yes, she was a slave but to the most feared warrior in the kingdom! One who despite the well known tastes of her queen had promised not force herself on the girl. Belle supposed she should be grateful but it was hard to concentrate when her mistress stalked around naked. She didn't move like a human, every action was lithe and -.
"More wine," Red beckoned to her slave, the girl performing passably so far but the wolf tiring of her instruction. She kept forgetting the girl was there until she caught her scent or an irritating shuffle as Belle shifted behind the wolf's chair. In service not ornamental as Emma and Greta were tonight for the queen. Well, Emma had been earning her keep, Red chuckled and her queen looked up, quizzically. "Your pet has been earning her keep today, My Queen."
Emma looked up at the comment, catching a wink from her friend, one that was not missed by the dark queen.
"Behave yourself, wolf," Regina growled but it was obviously a playful reprimand. "Unless you want to go head to head with my pet again?" It was Regina's turn to laugh, enjoying her wolf's discomfort as she was teased. The easy banter was confusing for those outside the dark queen's inner circle, especially when the slave in question joined in.
"It would be my pleasure, Mistress," white teeth flashed a feral grin at the wolf.
"Easy, pet," Regina admonished, "you have yet to fulfil my needs. The wolf can wait." Red just rolled her eyes and grinned.
"Any time, My Queen," Red replied but her mistress had become distracted by Emma's mouth, the blonde moaning as she was plundered by the queen. Regina broke the kiss, pleased to see her pet a little breathless.
All in all Emma was relaxed and the situation carried none of the threat that had typified her previous attendance at such events. She was being fed well by the queen but was only being given water, none of the wine and mead that was freely circulating but the young wolf was, not that Emma minded, it was just something to note.
"How about some wagers? Hmm?" After the main courses were cleared away Regina turned to her friend who smirked at the dark queen's suggestion.
"At what games, Majesty?" Gabrielle stood beside her friend, curious to know what Regina proposed.
"The usual?" Regina suggested. "No demi-gods or wolves allowed?" The dark queen glanced towards Red and then the amazon queen's consort who graciously accepted her exclusion.
"Possibly, but how am I to know you won't cheat?" The amazon queen retaliated with a teasing grin.
"I will swear on our friendship that I will not interfere in any way, magical or not. Is that sufficient for you?" Regina feigned hurt as she looked out over the hall.
"Then I accept," Gabrielle took the hand that was proffered and shook, the deal was done.
"One hundred gold coins to the winner of each challenge," Regina called out once she was standing, her words causing a flurry of interest from the assembled amazons. "There will be four tests, accuracy, speed, strength and overall fighting ability. Nominate three of your best in the bow, throwing knives, hand to hand combat and general combat. The Dark Kingdom's champion will be my slave," Regina gestured towards the blonde kneeling by her side. Emma baulked at the queen's words, turning wide eyes on her mistress.
"Who will take on my slave?" The dark queen called out into the room, the chatter dying immediately as all eyes turned to her. Emma tensing, now on high alert.
"Pet?" Regina turned her attention to her slave, Emma still on her knees until given instructions, "take your place."
"Yes, Mistress," Emma did as commanded and left the queens. Knowing that she was the real focus of attention the slave stood tall as she walked around the tables, muscles loose as she left her mistress and went to stand in the centre of the room, coolly glancing at her audience.
Soldiers hurried about in the background readying the equipment required for the games, the blonde realising that it must be a regular occurrence for things to be so organised. She was quickly joined by three other women, all amazons as they each faced a target set against the far wall of the room, the queens' table at their backs.
"Pet?" Regina called out and green eyes immediately snapped to her.
"Mistress?" Emma turned to her queen.
"How are your knife skills?" Regina queried, once she had re-seated herself, this time her hand on the young wolf, fingers at loss now the blonde was not by her side.
"Passable Mistress, but it has been two years since I have had a cause to practice," Emma replied truthfully and wondering what she was getting herself into. "Your sight is not an issue in this?" Regina queried, the entire room listening intently to the curious exchange.
"No, my long vision is good, Mistress," Emma reassured the queen with an easy smile.
"Bow skills?" Regina asked.
"Cross bow," Emma answered with a shrug.
"Good, Braxas, hand out the knives. They are all expertly forged by my smith and carry the same shape and weight, " Regina ordered as Braxas stepped forward, holding a cushion holding twelve small throwing knives. "You all get three shots at the target, most deadly shots win the round. Your queen will judge each event. Amazons may take first pick of the weapons."
Emma sighed, no pressure then, hmm? She eyed her competition but kept her expression blank, flexing her muscles in an attempt to warm them up even a little as she waited for the other women to select their knives and then throw at the target. This was shaped like a person's upper torso and head, approximately thirty paces away.
Regina watched, body tense as her pet awaited her turn.
"Is this a set-up, Regina?" Gabrielle asked her friend, genuinely curious. "You are placing a lot of faith in her, have you honestly no idea how she will perform?"
"No, I have never seen her throw or use a bow. She could be terrible for all I know," Regina chuckled but somehow doubted her resourceful slave would fail her, or not badly at least even if she didn't win.
"She looks at a disadvantage, you really did a number on her," Gabrielle commented as she once again ran her eyes over the abused blonde. Those bruises must hurt like hell and the slave's movements did seem a little tight, not surprisingly as those could only be stripes from a cane and so many bite marks -.
Emma exhaled and threw her first knife, going a little off where she wanted it but her other two attempts pleasing her.
"Well?" Regina queried and Gabrielle, as judge, stood and went to examine the targets, extremely surprised at what she saw. Two of her amazons had only landed two knives in the targets, both on the main torso area. The other of her amazons had landed all three knives, one to the head and two to the chest, right above the heart. Regina's pet however, Gabrielle shook her head as she looked back at her friend who was trying not to look too invested in the outcome, the slave had landed two to the head and one to the throat, the most deadly combination.
"Dark Kingdom wins," Gabrielle called out, shaking her head as she approached the competitors. "Very impressive, both of you but your knives found a better mark," the amazon queen congratulated the slave but only receiving a nod in return.
"Next up, bows!" Regina announced. Emma stayed put but the amazons around her switched out, except the one who had been runner up in the knife contest. Emma took a moment to assess the woman and saw a seasoned warrior, handling the bow she had been handed like it was her own. Oh well! If she lost one round the queen wouldn't lose too much face, the slave reasoned as she examined the bow Braxas passed her, again it being the last pick of the weapons.
This time it was moving targets, six in all that rotated on a circular, clock-like track. Emma was last again but was relatively confident that she had hit bullseye on all her targets. This time the amazon queen had one of her own subjects assess the skills and a draw was called between Emma and the runner up in the knife contest.
Red noted both queens sitting forward in their seats then realised that she was doing the same, fascinated and impressed by Emma's skills. These were things that were easily lost if regular practice was not taken and Red knew that Emma hadn't had chance to do much of anything lately, let alone fit in any target practice. The wolf also doubted that her queen was cheating, she had sworn not to and took such oaths seriously.
Next was the hand to hand combat and this time it was staged in two rounds, decided by drawn straws. First woman forced out of the circle lost the round, the victor went on to fight the winner of the other bout.
Emma squared off against her first opponent, trying to gauge a possible fighting style. As it was the straight punches and attempted grapples were no match for the slave who simply ducked out of the way and kicked the amazon over the line with a powerful roundhouse kick.
The second stage was a different matter. Emma was facing off against the same warrior from the first two challenges and she had seen enough of the woman's other round to be a little worried. The amazon was taller than the blonde, fast and strong so Emma pulled out all the stops and before anyone could realise what was going on had overwhelmed the amazon with a rapid flurry of MMA style kicks and punches, sending the woman flying out of the ring and crashing against the nearby table with the force of her blows.
As Emma stepped back and caught her breath the slave felt the queen's eyes one her but all she received from her mistress was a nod which Emma returned, the exchange caught by the amazon queen.
"So, who is you new toy? Her skills are extremely impressive. She intrigues me, tell me more. At first I thought she was just another pretty face but now -." The sentence was left unfinished, the amazon queen fishing for information now that her friend was lightly intoxicated by both the wine and her slave's wins.
"She is indeed unique," was all Regina would say on the matter. "A break before the final challenge," she called and beckoned for her pet to return to her side.
Emma crossed the room and the slave's passing started another round of whispers that Emma ignored as she approached her queen.
"Well done," Regina purred as she looked up at her pet standing beside her. Emma shuddered as the queen ran her finger down from the dip in the blonde's clavicle into the waistband of her briefs, the digit disappearing between plump lips as the queen sucked it clean, enjoying the salty tang. "Delicious."
"Thank you, Mistress," the slave husked.
"All pent up and nowhere to go," Regina smirked, recognising the signs in her pet, the physical combat had aroused the blonde.
"Indeed," Emma raised a brow, biting her lip before exhaling and pointedly dropping her eyes, indicating her continued submission to the queen. A chuckle from the dark monarch and an almost affectionate pat to the blonde's hip that was currently receiving idle attention from the queen, as her pet stood beside mistress.
"You've impressed me, again," Regina admitted with a wry smile, looking up to catch blown green eyes before she returned her attention back to her guests. "Always a pleasure, my pet."
"Yes, very impressive, Regina," Gabrielle acknowledged, her eyes studying the blonde slave as she was urged to her knees and poured a goblet of water. The woman downed it in one long draught, throat swallowing and drawing attention to her long, elegant neck, still glistening with sweat before her mistress offered her more, the slave accepting it with a smile but this time sipping more slowly. The amazon queen narrowed her eyes, recognising the skills that this slave was exhibiting, making even the smallest actions erotic designed to draw her audience in, always left wanting more.
"Rest now," the dark queen murmured and again the amazon watched, the slave resting against her mistress, eyes hooded and seemingly relaxed but as a seasoned warrior herself Gabrielle knew that was not that case, should anyone make a sudden move the slave would be on full alert. But, until she knew the slave's origins she was wary, especially given the intimate interactions between her friend and her newest pet.
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"Last woman standing wins!" The dark queen announced. Shit! It was going to be a fucking free for all, Emma cursed having assumed that it would be a similar set-up to the hand to hand round.