Oh dear...something happened again. That thing where I write too much and the preview gets bumped. Yeah, that. So, um this is why my stories get so long and a simple 30 chapter max plot draft ends up at 200k words before I know where we are. I doubt you guys will complain too much especially after the comments I received for the last chapter but thanks for them all :)
Here we get some Red/Belle character development as well as SQ. Thoughts on Belle? I personally hate her on the show and can be found yelling obscenities at the TV during episodes especially when in the company of spookshowbabyx, it only gets worrying when she starts talking back to us. Could be the rum, could be the toads...So for 'my' Belle I am trying a none 'I got dressed in the dark with my head up my arse' approach.
I'm sleepy, I'm rambling, there may be typos, there usually is but don't hate me for it despite how annoying it can be to discover imperfect grammar in your fanfic...Next chapter is almost done so will post asap for you all. (Those waiting for Crimson Bonds, it is being worked on to get you a nice chunk of chapters to go at but I need to work ahead to plot it right so that has led to the delay.)
Enjoy x
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"That was -, arousing," Regina purred as she scanned the room which was still relatively silent although there was activity in the darker corners, several of the women pairing up and bodies could be seen moving, it didn't take much imagination to know what they were up to. Amazons! Regina mused, it didn't take much to turn a party into an orgy.
"Mistress?" Emma questioned, awaiting instruction as she knelt.
"Come, my swan," a simple touch on Emma's shoulder and the slave rose to meet her mistress. A moan as Regina plundered her pet's mouth leaving the slave short of breath. When the kiss broke they were in the queen's bed chamber.
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"Well -," Gabrielle sighed as the dark queen and her pet disappeared in a cloud of purple smoke, "does that happen often?" The amazon queen queried of Red.
"My Queen takes great pleasure in her pets," the wolf shrugged, eyes fixed on her own slave, still suspended.
"This one is different," the amazon pushed as the wolf's intense blue eyes met her own.
"The slave is strong," Red acknowledged with a shrug, gesturing for Greta to join her now that their mistress had departed for the evening. "Brandy," the wolf ordered and Greta bobbed her head in acknowledgement before quickly locating a jug to refill her friend's goblet. "Stay with me, breathe through your mouth if it's too strong," Red instructed the young wolf who crinkled her nose as she nodded.
"It is, thanks," Greta murmured as she settled herself next to Red, kneeling by her side.
"What's wrong?" Gabrielle cocked her head, confused.
"Ah, the um, scents get a little heavy at this time of the evening," Red smirked, raising her brow suggestively.
"Oh!" The amazon queen's eyes widened as she caught the wolf's meaning. "Yes, I can see how that might be a problem," she chuckled. "My amazons are a highly sexed bunch."
"Indeed," was Red's dry reply, taking her time to review the amazons in question, many shooting lustful looks her way.
"But the slave, Regina said she was from another land, one without magic," again the amazon queen was pushing for answers. Red surprised that her mistress had relayed so much information, but then the two queens were close friends, probably the closest friend the queen had.
"So I am told," Red replied, realising that the blonde queen was not going to relent.
"She fights for her life," the warrior joined the conversation.
"She has many skills," the wolf acknowledged, brusquely. "She has become a great asset to my queen and has the strength to please her."
"And she won the matches despite of the handicap caused by your mistress," Gabrielle praised, referring to the marks of abuse still clearly visible on the slave's body. "My own warriors were shamed by her performance. But I have not known Regina seem so invested in one of her toys, except you, Red."
"The slave has only been here a few seven day. The queen will tire of her soon, I'm sure. She always does when they break," Red shrugged.
"Surely such a proficient slave was already broken by a previous master?" Red narrowed her eyes at the question, intuition telling her she was being played for information.
"That may be, but you of all people should know that a person can be broken in more than one way," Red growled and stood, ending the conversation. "Cut the rope," she instructed Greta who shifted her hand to claws, slashing through the many strands attached to the ring in the floor in one efficient slice. Red caught her slave as the girl fell, hoisting her still bound body over a strong shoulder, leaving the amazon queen a lot to consider.
Red stalked through the halls, her slave over her shoulder and Greta on her heels. Belle didn't struggle, her mistress was not being rough, just practical, the girl having no idea how to free herself from all the ropes and hoping the wolf would help.
"Goodnight," Red excused herself from Greta's company when they reached their rooms, not in the mood to prolong the evening.
" 'night, you going to be alright with her?" The pup queried, biting her lip as she eyed her friend. Red was obviously out of sorts and Greta wanted to help, if she could.
"I will be fine," Red reassured her friend. "It's been a long day. We will speak of it tomorrow, over breakfast." A nod from the pup and Greta slipped into her room, leaving Red alone with her slave. Entering her own chambers Red cast her eyes around, looking for a suitable place to deposit her cargo, given the girl's bindings the easiest place to toss her was the bed.
A grunt and Red dropped her load, relatively gently, just a bounce as the girl hit the mattress.
"Hold still or you might get cut," Red warned, claws extending. The wolf worked methodically from the girl's ankles and up her body, lastly removing the girl's blindfold, blue eyes blinking up at her but thankfully the slave kept her mouth shut. Now she could see, Belle's eyes widened at the sight of the wolf's claws extending from Red's fingertips.
"Does it frighten you?" Red asked coldly.
"No," Belle shook her head and looked up into yellow eyes, the sight drawing a gasp.
"Do I frighten you?" The wolf questioned, curing her lip to reveal razor sharp and elongated canines.
"No." Belle shook her head. "I've always wanted to meet a wolf and you're -."
"I'm what?" Red pushed, head cocked as she waited for the reply, looking down on the girl still laid out on her bed.
"You're beautiful," Belle murmured, unable to hold her mistresses eye as she spoke. The answer made Red growl, now that the girl was free the wolf had no distraction from her scent. It was not as bad as the combined arousal of a room full of amazons but it was still -.
"Are you injured anywhere?" Red stopped breathing through her nose, taking her own advice because it really did help. Belle blinked, not expecting the question, sitting up and swinging her legs over the edge of the bed. While it was exciting laying down with a beautiful wolf hovering above her it wasn't helping her think straight. Not when the thought of her mistress placing a hand on either side of Belle's body and lowering herself down until Belle was trapped under her on the bed was-.
It was Red's turn to blink as the girl let out a little squeal before clamping her hand over her mouth, eyes wide with apology.
"No, no. I'm fine. It didn't hurt it was- ," Belle cut herself off but Red knew what she was going to say.
"Some find pleasure in being bound," the wolf acknowledged with a shrug. "The queen's slave is very skilled."
"Um, yes," was all Belle could say in reply.
"I wish to sleep now," Red announced stepping back from the bed now she had ascertained that the girl was uninjured. The fact that her slave seemed to enjoy being tied up was not making her life any easier. Maybe she should have left the girl like that until morning? Red growled, this wasn't helping. Normally when she felt like this she would go to the queen who would know exactly what her wolf needed to take the edge off.
"I don't see a cot here, you may sleep on one of the chairs, choose which and take any bedding you require from the chest there," Red pointed to a large chest sitting against the far wall, under the window.
"Thank you, Mistress Red," Belle murmured as she watched the wolf, her movements full of power but unsettled. "Um, do you require any help?" The girl thought to ask because that is what slaves did, wasn't it? Helped their owner with daily tasks?
"No!" Red snapped. "But here," Belle barely caught the large shirt that was thrown her way, assuming it was to sleep in. "Now go!"
"Yes Mistress Red. Good night," Belle bade the wolf farewell and scampered through to the main room of Red's suite. Quickly undressing and placing her clothes in a neat pile next to the day bed she had selected to sleep on, at least she would be able to stretch out as she rested.
Once dressed in the shirt Red had given her, one that fell to her knees such was the height difference between the two and smelled of the wolf's unique scent, Belle went to wash up. After completing her routine the girl re-entered the main chamber and froze, watching the massive wolf place a giant paw on the outer door handle, poised to open it and leave the suite. It was only a split second before the beast had whipped round and was standing inches from the girl, head almost level with Belle's shoulder and baleful yellow eyes pinning her in place.
Both remembered the last time they had met this way, a loud growl rumbling from the wolf's chest and she took a step closer to the girl. Belle held still as a cold, damp nose scented her neck before dipping to sniff the heat at the girl's crotch. Just as she did the door opened to reveal Greta, the younger wolf had sensed Red's agitation and after hearing the growl had come to investigate. Seeing her friend in wolf form and so close to her slave caused Greta to speak.
"Go run, I'd join you but- ," the pup fingered her collar, unable to change unless the queen lifted that restriction. Red turned towards her friend, head low and with a sideways look slunk out of the room. As soon as she was outside the palace Red let rip a howl, seeing if any others of her pack were running tonight. The queen allowed her wolves free reign of the nearby forest that was fully stocked with game, this gave the wolves space to run and reassured the farmers that their livestock was safe. Several howls answered and soon Red was joined with wolves all too pleased to have the rare chance to run with their alpha.
Greta heard the howls and sighed, wishing she was out there running with them. She missed her wolf but Red had taken time to explain to the pup how serious her problem was and how control must be mastered before she could be allowed free reign. Red said that it should be taken as a compliment that the queen was so concerned. It meant Greta's wolf was strong, almost as strong as Red's and that it was likely she would become Red's beta for no others came close to them in size, or strength.
"You're a wolf," Belle stated, eyeing the extremely attractive girl standing in the doorway.
"I am," Greta sighed again. "But my collar prevents me shifting." Belle watched as the girl hooked two of her fingers through the strange metal around her neck and tugged, demonstrating the collar's permanence.
"That must be hard." Greta titled her head as she studied the amazon. These were statements, not questions.
"It is," the young wolf replied. "Is it not hard being told you are now a slave? I expected this, asked for it, you did not."
"It's my punishment," Belle shrugged. "If I try hard and do well maybe I will be released. If not it's what I deserve for hurting Mistress Red."
"Maybe, but the Queen can be unpredictable," Greta toed a crack in the stone floor. "As can Red, don't push her. Thing are changing." Nothing else was said as the young wolf left the room, throwing a contemplative look over her shoulder before closing the door as she left.
A sigh and Belle eyed the bed she had made for herself before climbing in, she should sleep because who knew what the next day would bring?
What it brought was a naked Red curled up and sleeping on the rug in front of the fire. Belle sitting up, not wanting to wake the sleeping woman as daylight streamed into the room. But, the moment she moved her mistresses eyes flicked open and locked on her, chest rumbling in a growl.
"Don't scare her," Greta reprimanded as she let herself in without knocking, having used her hearing to check Red was in. "Get cleaned and dressed, you smell like dung!" Red redirected her growl at the pup, not moving from her position, still very much in touch with her wolf. "I just checked in with the Queen like you asked, she wants us to eat as we are needed later. So move it!"
Belle watched as the pup kicked out at the older wolf, the amazon admiring Greta's courage because Red really did look like she wanted to rip something to shreds.
"Move!" It was Greta's turn to growl the command. "I am not getting my butt whipped because you're too hormonal to be civilised," she reprimanded Red. "You too!" A glare and Belle nodded, scrambling for the wash room when she saw that Red wasn't moving, taking her clothes as she left.
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Emma groaned, the first thing she felt on waking was the stiffness of her muscles as she laid on her back. What had -? Oh! She cracked an eye, noting the chink of light showing past the heavy curtain that covered the window. Morning it seemed. Damn, her head was foggy, she wasn't used to drinking much anymore.
A movement in the bed alerted the slave to the presence of another. Emma looked down to see the queen still fast asleep, curled around the slave, possessive even in slumber it seemed. Her mistress was lying on her stomach but had both an arm and leg wrapped around the slave's body so tightly Emma couldn't move. Problem was she really, really needed the bathroom but there was no way she was going anywhere without waking the queen -.
Who was cuddling with her.
Again.
Emma sighed, trying not to exhale too heavily.
"Mistress?" The slave was saved when Greta entered the bed chamber, the pup had been woken by Red returning from her run. After leaving Greta with instructions to fetch the queen some breakfast the older wolf had slunk away, disappearing back into her rooms.
Regina pulled herself out of another deep sleep, relatively unsurprised to find her pet lying next to her.
What.
Oh.
Emma blinked as her mistress disappeared in a puff of purple smoke then Greta gestured with her head towards the bathing chamber, indicating where the queen had ended up.
"Pet!" Regina called out now that the water had helped to clear her head. As she waited for the slave the queen reviewed her evening, recalling the backlash from her pet's climax reacting with her magic and sparking an orgasm so intense she was left with no choice but to sleep after it had eventually abated.
Regina's thoughts were terminated as her pet arrived, slipping into the pool behind her mistress and silently beginning their daily bathing routine. Emma first wetting the queen's hair before shampooing and rinsing it clean then adding the scented oil her mistress preferred. Regina held still as her pet gently soaped her body, as always enjoying the attention, murmuring encouragement whenever the blonde hesitated.
"You did well yesterday. Today presents new challenges. I trust that you will not disappoint me?" The queen turned to face the slave as she spoke.
"No, Mistress. Of course not," Emma replied as she kept her eyes focused on swiping the wash cloth across the queen's surprisingly toned abdomen. "Thank you, for last night," the words a whisper. It was then Emma looked up to judge the queen's reaction.
"Mmmm, it was pleasurable," Regina sniffed. "But not an event you should become accustomed to. It will not be often that you have the opportunity to showcase your skills so such an extent."
"No, it was rather an eventful evening, Mistress," Emma agreed with a smile, sensing that the queen was actually relaxed and her formal words were more playful than serious. "But an enjoyable one. I take great pride in being able to serve you in such unique ways."
"Indeed," Regina returned the slave's smirk with one of her own.
"Help me dress then go and eat your fill in the kitchens. I need you at full strength today and your body needs to finish its healing," the queen instructed, the slave simply nodding her understanding and falling to the tasks at hand.
Emma was heading for breakfast when her stride faltered, coming her way were the amazon queen and her warrior.
"Good morning," the blonde queen greeted the slave with a friendly smile and manners dictated that Emma should not offend her mistresses guest so was obliged to heed the salutation.
"And to you," a curt nod of the slave's head returned the pleasantry but Emma's progress was stalled by a hand on her arm.
"Why did you take the collar? You are strong enough to make a different choice," Gabrielle got straight to the point. Her conversation with Red the previous night had been weighing on her mind and a lot was not adding up.
"A choice?" Emma chuckled darkly. "I would not recommend resisting our queen," was all she said before side-stepping the amazon and warrior, continuing on her way soon finding Red and Greta already eating outside in the sunshine.
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Next on The Collar
Belle's attention was caught by her queen who had stepped out onto one of the terraces opposite where the slaves were eating, the amazon monarch's blonde hair catching the sun. She was accompanied by her consort and the dark queen.
Many outside the amazon nation wondered about the queens' friendship, it seemed at odds with their styles of rule. However, it made sense to the amazons.