Here you go, next one may take longer as I have yet to start it but have the week off work so hopefully get back on track. Also, my gf would like me to mention that she is doing all she can to keep me writing and you'd better appreciate it ;)

Enjoy, Lil'D

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"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.

Red had been paying close attention to everything that had been going on. Emma's skills had impressed her but not surprised her, Red had learned to never underestimate her friend. The wolf had also caught the looks Emma was receiving from the amazon queen and her consort, speculative, curious and Red wondered how long it would be before either or both the queen and slave were approached by the amazon ruler as the curious woman sought more information.

Regina noted her pet's breathing return to normal but also sensed the tenseness that the queen had come to recognise fed directly to her pet's libido.

"You have performed well," Emma looked up at the praise, her mistresses eyes holding a dark promise that the slave hoped would be worked out on her body later that night. "Enough, show me what you have my pet," Regina gestured to the centre of the room. "Let the final challenge begin!" The queen's voice rang clear and cut through the amazon's chatter.

"Champions front and centre!" Braxas barked.

"Go," Emma nodded to her mistress and stood, using the short walk to the centre of the room to loosen her muscles, tightened from kneeling by the queen. The slave joined the three other women who were now standing before the queens, there was the amazon from the other challenges along with two Emma had not competed against before.

"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. No, it was each of them against the other three women, not odds she was particularly fond of. "Select your weapons," Regina called to the contestants as Braxas brought a selection forward. "This is not a fight to the death, yield and you are out or if you are deemed too injured to continue you are also out," the dark queen added, clarifying the rules, she did not want to lose her pet tonight, not for the sake of a bet.

"Any amazon that interferes will answer to me!" Gabrielle added, knowing her amazons' loyalty to each other but also their respect for her, their queen.

Regina readied herself to watch the final challenge. All combatants allowed to select a sword from a number provided, all the amazons went for a long blade of medium weight that could be wielded single handedly and was the standard style of weapon they trained with. Now Emma -, Regina noted that her pet had chosen the lighter, narrower style blade that she had fought with against Red before joining the loose circle the other women had formed as they waited for the fight to commence, all their eyes on the slave, the unknown.

"Begin!" It was on.

Emma suddenly came face to face with three amazons who had obviously decided to eliminate her as quickly as possible and were therefore presenting a united front

"Fuck!" Emma growled to herself, realising that this could get nasty, fast.

Regina watched, entranced and a little concerned, as her pet was slowly backed towards the far wall. But, before she lost much ground, instead of stepping back the blonde lunged forward, surprising her attackers and grabbing the weakest looking amazon, hooking her arm around her opponent's throat, pulling the woman against her own body and using her as a shield. Emma tightened her grip enough to improvise a sleeper hold, the amazon dropping to the floor, unconscious and causing a murmur of shock to travel through the spectators.

That evened the odds a little and seemed to shake up the amazons enough for one of them to charge at the slave. Emma was much faster than expected and side-stepped the move, leg sweeping out to trip her attacker who went flying. Emma was taking no chances and landed a swift kick to the fallen woman's temple, hard enough to keep her down but not enough to kill her, or so the slave hoped.

A hop and the body was now between the slave and the remaining amazon, the one she had competed against all night. But, two down and swords had yet to clash? Emma much preferred those odds.

"Very impressive, Regina," the amazon queen commented, disappointed her amazons had fared poorly so far but had to give the slave credit for ingenuity. The dark queen only hummed her agreement, eyes still fixed on the combatants below.

Emma knew she had to end this as soon as possible, the woman she was facing had proven herself a strong opponent and had a height and weight advantage, as well as the usual amazon armour whereas the slave was prancing around in nothing but fancy underwear.

Red watched her friend circle the amazon, wondering how she was going to pull this off. The wolf had again been impressed by the slave's moves but knew that her friend had to act quickly before she lost her advantage. So far Emma had been doing all the work and the wolf knew she was not in prime physical condition.

"Here goes shit," Emma murmured to herself before breaking off to the right and sprinting away from her opponent, the amazon was confused but only for a second until she whirled to chase the slave who was now the far side of the table. Emma pumped her legs as hard as she could and mounted an empty spot on the bench, another step and she was on the table, running along it's length before leaping off, free hand catching the edge of the low hanging chandelier, the slave's momentum carrying her straight towards her opponent and landing both feet squarely on the woman's chest, knocking her back so the amazon fell to the stone floor, head cracking against the flags.

Emma knew that wasn't likely to be enough to keep the amazon down but it might put them on a more equal footing the blonde hoped as she raised her sword to her ear, ready to attack as the amazon jumped to her feet, as predicted. Emma knew that if she managed to pull this of her mistress would be very happy with the slave. With that in mind Emma focused and leapt forward, fighting as though her life depended on it. Sword up and on the attack, backed up with elbows and knees, each blow weakening her opponent who seemed surprised by the tactics as the slave landed blow after blow, each time spinning away before she could be hit by the amazon.

Regina was watching, as was every other occupant of the room, enthralled as her pet head-butted the amazon in the face, smashing her opponent's nose before a lucky elbow to the gut winded Emma. The slave stumbled back and the two women circled each other, Emma disadvantaged as she had none of the leather armour the amazon wore, flesh exposed to blade and blows.

Now was the time to wait, Emma thought to herself as she waited for the amazon to make a move. The slave dropped her right shoulder that had been sliced in a close pass by the amazon's sword, slowing her gait a little to draw the other woman in. A feint to the left and a slash to the right put the amazon on attack but it was easily dodged by the slave, Emma coming in behind and dropping to her knees, tripping the other woman who landed face up, suddenly finding herself unarmed with a sword at her throat.

A sudden heavy clapping broke the tension, Emma looked up to see it was the amazon queen's consort, the warrior, applauding her.

"Very impressive," the dark haired woman congratulated the slave. "You fight like you've been in the pits."

"Maybe I have," Emma shrugged, still standing above her prey, the tip of her sword pressed against the woman's neck in case she tried anything and knowing her vague answer would not anger her mistress.

"Maybe you have," the warrior let the comment slide with a smile. "A lesson to you all, armour is not an excuse to fight sloppy, always use your surrounding to your advantage. The goal of a fight is to survive, not repeat your training drills. My congratulations, and compliments to your mistress," the warrior bowed her head towards Emma before settling back in her chair, ensuring she included the dark queen in her praise as was customary, slaves not existing outside their ownership.

"Pet, I believe that you are my champion in more than name now," Regina chuckled, appreciating the compliment and adherence to protocol. "But, you fought well, amazon," Regina addressed the woman still submitting to her pet. "Release her," the dark queen commanded and Emma withdrew her sword, much to the amazon's relief. She had heard stories of the queen's bloodthirsty ways and had gone from pitying the blonde slave to fearing her, now understanding why the dark queen had chosen the woman to serve her. "The winnings are yours, my pet has no need for them."

"Thank you, Majesty," the amazon, who was now picking herself up off the floor, was a surprised as the rest of those present by the queen's generosity. Four hundred gold pieces was a small fortune but she took the sacks offered and returned to her seat to tend to her wounds.

Now the contest was over the level of noise in the room began to rise and more drink was circulated.

"Pet, return to me," Regina beckoned and Emma went to her mistresses side, sinking back down to her knees. "Assess your wounds, are you badly injured?" The dark queen questioned her slave as she gently clasped the slave's chin and carefully felt for breaks in her pet's nose.

"Bruises and the odd cut, Mistress. Nothing that can't wait to be seen to," Emma replied, tilting her head back as she enjoyed the feel of the queen's fingers massaging her scalp.

"I will be the judge of that," Emma moaned as a hot tongue swiped over the gash on her shoulder, swirling and cleaning the crimson stains from her skin before the queen pulled back, ignoring the interest her guests were paying the action.

"Rest now, I have more relaxing tasks for you later," Emma let her head settle against the queen's thigh and allowed herself to tune out the din surrounding her, trusting Red and Greta to protect the queen.

Gabrielle had been watching the whole series of events with amazement, especially the seemingly relaxed relationship between the queen and her slave. Regina obviously enjoyed her company and had the utmost faith in the slave's abilities despite her lack of knowledge of them. The amazon queen had deduced that the blonde slave had only been with the queen a short time but that did not explain why Regina was so -. There wasn't really a word for the way the queen was treating her latest pet, at best it was the way she treated Red but that was different, they had been together years.

The amazon queen looked up to meet Red's eyes holding them for a moment before the wolf looked away. Who was this woman who seemed to have enamoured the dark queen so much? At first Gabrielle had assumed the woman was a mercenary, dressed as she had been in armour the first time they had met. Then purely a body slave by the marks of the queen's pleasure she bore. But now? Now the blonde queen was a little lost as to why such an obviously talented woman had become enslaved the way she was.

No, that was naïve. Anyone could be enslaved, all it required was the correct motivation. There was much more to this than Regina was telling her.

"Come," Regina stood and beckoned her guests to follow her, Emma and Greta following their mistress through the hall and to a set of doors in the back corner of the room, the queen's guard holding them open, allowing them to pass.

"Ah, I was wondering if you were providing further entertainment tonight," the amazon queen smiled as she entered the room. It was furnished in a similar way to the lounge Emma had been in earlier that day just on a larger scale, seating on low couches and cushions set out around the room, enough for all the queen's guests, but leaving the centre of the room free.

Regina simply smiled at her friend and walked towards a small area of seating set apart from the others, obviously for the queen and her guests. A click of their mistresses fingers and both Emma and Greta settled at her feet, Regina having selected a low chair, plushly cushioned in red velvet where she could relax but participate a she chose fit.

The amazons soon joined them and once again a buzz of chatter surrounded the royal party as drinks and platters of bite sized pastries were served. Emma lucky enough to receive several of these.

"Wine, brandy or cider?" The dark queen queried of her pet.

"Um, cider please, Mistress," Emma replied, shocked to be given a choice.

"Call it part of your reward," Regina smirked as she handed the slave a full goblet.

"Just a part?" The blonde questioned, brow arched, bottom lip caught between her teeth as she awaited the queen's reply, their eyes meeting.

"Possibly, it depends on how well you please your queen for the rest of the evening," Regina informed the blonde.

"Then I shall endeavour to please her however she wishes," Emma purred, biting down on her lip until it bled, staining her teeth. Regina threw her head back and laughed, the sound drawing many eyes to the dark queen.

"Never one to shy away from a challenge," the dark queen replied, thumb reaching out to smear the slave's blood onto her pale skin.

"Never, Mistress," Emma dipped her head in agreement.

"Well you have your chance. Entertain us!" Regina commanded and watched her pet tilt her head in question, always needing to know the finer detail of such requests. "A show, dear. What do you require, pet?" Emma didn't answer immediately, eyes scanning the room for inspiration.

"Lots of rope, Mistress," the slave requested and Regina raised her brow, curious but not questioning her pets choice. Instead, transporting several coils of various types of rope for her pet to select from.

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Next on The Collar

"Where did you find her?" The amazon queen murmured as she watched, fascinated by the blonde's skill and showmanship. "Is she from the south?" She questioned, knowing that such skills were taught there.

"No, she is from another world entirely," Regina replied somewhat smugly, the sharp intake of breath from her companion indicating shock at the revelation