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This has been a long time coming and fit best here, following on from last chapter. Next chapter will be along as soon as I can and will be focused on Swan Queen.
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Previously on The Collar
"Yet, it is my own fault, my own fear, confusion, jealousy, that led me to it. That is not an excuse, there can never be an excuse for what I did to you today, I am ashamed of myself and will spend my lifetime regretting it. Today has reminded me of what I once had but lost and I do not wish to lose you as I have lost those others. I value you above them all, Red, and I hope at some point in the future you can forgive me. However, that is not a requirement of your continued position as my heir and, as you already know, I shall make it official at the summer solstice celebrations."
Red had no chance to reply as she was left alone, only the feint frisson that accompanied the queen's magic remaining, the queen vanishing in the typical puff of purple smoke.
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"What the -?" Red murmuring to herself as she was left alone, staring into the low flames of the fire.
"Mistress?" Belle slipping back into the room and immediately pouring more wine from one of the four flasks she carried. Cook had been relaxing by the large fire in the main kitchen, book in hand when Belle had ventured towards the wine cellar. "Take a few, wolves are barely affected by most wines, they favour the Queen's own vineyards. On the bottom left," the older woman suggesting, Belle nodding appreciatively as she entered the cellar, quickly selecting what she needed. Cook had always been very nice to her and kept her occupied during the times Mistress Red had dismissed her, she had also arranged for a small cot in her own room for 'emergencies', or anytime Belle needed somewhere to sleep if the wolf was particularity 'ansty', as Cook had put it, and not wanting any company.
"Give her time," had been Cook's advice when on the subject of Red. "She's been through more than you can imagine and things have been changing fast around here lately, leaves a person unsettled."Belle had taken the advice and wondered if the changes had coincided with Emma's arrival? Everyone seemed in awe of the queen's favoured slave and now it was common knowledge that she was Snow White's lost daughter the palace was alight with gossip.
A grunt was all Red gave as she downed the proffered wine, a refill immediate.
It was silent, the wolf deep in thought and paying Belle no heed, the slave dropping to her knees, trying to be as unobtrusive as possible, nervous that she would anger the wolf. They sat in silence for over an hour, the only actions a frequent topping up of Red's wine until Red sighed, finally changing her position from the pensively bent form that she had held since the queen had left her. Muscles aching and head still too full with thoughts the wolf growled her discontent.
Belle saw her mistress flinching and cleared her throat.
"M -maybe a bath, Mistress?" The amazon daring to voice her thoughts. Yellow eyes turning to her contemplatively, Red's wolf very close to the surface, fangs peeking over full lips as the slave was observed. Red stood, the movement fluid and fast, startling Belle who followed, standing tall next to her mistress. Yellow eyes flicking to hers, a nod. Belle taking this as her cue to undress the wolf as Red stood stock still.
Trying not to tremble too much, Belle carefully freed Red's shirt from her pants before pausing, looking up for permission to continue. It was given by a slight tilt of Red's chin, her eyes fixed on their reflection in the polished metal mirror that hung above her mantle. Red's shirt was the first item of clothing to be removed, Belle struggling as she was a few inches shorter than the wolf but Red ducked her head to aid the the slave, the linen pulling smoothly over the wolf's head and leaving her topless, breasts on display.
Red inhaled, a low rumble emitting from her chest as she scented the air, the slave girl had become aroused at the sight of her nakedness. Belle bit her lip, trying to keep her eyes averted from smooth skin but noting with worry the dried blood marring the perfection and alluding to the day's trials.
"Pants," Red growling the command, focusing the distracted slave and holding her arms away from her body to give Belle space to work. Fingers fumbling, Belle eventually freeing the catch, leather falling away from sharp hip bones and revealing the silken v of her mistresses underwear.
"Mistress?" Belle biting her lip, unsure whether to continue now that strong but elegant legs had been revealed, leaving only Red's underwear between the wolf and complete nudity.
"I do not bathe clothed, slave," Red coolly informing the girl, implying that she was an idiot, Belle wisely not commenting further. " I am Wolf, you are Amazon, neither tribe fears their nakedness," Red stating bluntly, still watching her disrobing in the mirror, Belle now carefully sliding silk over toned thighs, the girl fumbling slightly, Red sighing, it was a little frustrating being tended to by one so inexperienced.
"Come," Red stalking towards the enlarged bathing chamber the queen had graced her with when redesigning her suite. The suite itself now constituted of several rooms (compared to her previous three) all much bigger and richly furnished, an outer room that opened onto the hallway, a bedroom, a small room for her pet, a bathing chamber and a study, all rooms having large windows as Red enjoyed natural light and fresh air.
A splash, Red sliding into the water until it was just below her chin, a groan escaping the wolf, the heat offering immediate relief from her pain. Belle watching as her mistress slid under the water, a worried frown appearing when Red did not surface immediately, eyes focusing on the small spiral of bubbles rising to the surface of the water, a sign that all was well.
Red felt herself relax in the warm water, ears deafened by its thick cloak and offering a rare peace from outside noise, ears keener than most that led to unavoidable headaches in the ever busy hive-like colony that was the dark queen's palace. As a wolf she was able to hold her breath many times longer than most humans would be able to, a chuckle, even through the water she could hear her slave's heart rate increasing in panic. How long would it take -?
Belle leaned as close to the surface as she could without the risk of falling forward into the water, trying to tell if her mistress was alright or in trouble under the water, letting out a scream as she overbalanced and fell into the pool, flailing and splashing water all over the stone floor as she struggled to right herself.
Red had not been expecting her to actually fall in. Well, had the wolf given it proper thought she would have realised that it was inevitable given the slave's clumsiness but Red had not anticipated having company, belatedly remembering that Greta had told her the amazon could not swim.
"Put your feet down, girl. It's not deep," her mistress growling, the disapproval cutting through Belle's panic, and common sense reminding her that it was a bathing pool, not a bottomless river she was immersed in. Just as Belle found her feet she lost them again, Red boosting herself out of the water and grabbing the girl unceremoniously by the sturdy weapons harness she wore around her torso and lifting her bodily from the pool. Belle eventually found her feet but not before slipping slightly on the wet tile.
"Strip," a terse command. "I do not want you dripping everywhere," Red sighing as she left the chamber. Belle's eyes were wide as she was left alone, not sure what was happening but reaching to unbuckle her weapon holsters then taking the bottom of her leather tunic, pulling it over her head and leaving her topless. Her skirt was next to drop to the floor, Belle bending to retrieve her clothing, folding it in a neat pile in the corner of the bathing room before straightening, shoulders back as she prepared herself for whatever may follow.
Red was waiting in the outer room, already sitting back down in her chair, the plush leather cushioning her tired body. Green eyes lifting in appraisal as her slave entered the room, walking tall, her posture good, muscles lean, a fine specimen Red admitted to herself. Belle came to a stop a few paces in front of the wolf, feet slightly apart, back straight, eyes down, waiting.
Red was bone tired, exhausted both mentally and physically but seeing her slave standing there waiting so patiently and with such good form caused a spark of interest.
"Emma has taught you well," Red murmuring, eyes roving. "What exactly has she been teaching you?" Red leaning forward on her chair, waiting for an answer.
"Um, posture, Mistress Red," Belle replying without looking up.
"Anything else?" Red's eyes narrowing, curious to see how much Emma had managed to impart in the short time she had been given so far.
"Breathing," Belle informing her mistress, trying very hard not to fidget, she was nervous.
"Breathing?" The wolf questioning. "Explain." Demanding an answer even though it was likely she knew exactly what Emma had been teaching, she just wanted to hear her slave explain it to her.
"Uh, well we had to wear a gag while we trained. So we would not be tempted to speak," Belle providing the information to her mistress. Red smiled to herself, knowing how Emma valued her peace and quiet.
"How did you feel, when you could not speak, when your mouth was bound?" Red was very curious to hear what her slave had experienced.
"I -, I liked it," Belle keeping her eyes down, teeth worrying at her bottom lip as she confessed.
"I thought you might, but why?"
"I feel safe," Red blinking as Belle looked up at her for the first time since she had entered the room. The girl's blue eyes briefly meeting the wolf's before flicking away, and down.
"And?" Red's lip curling in a smirk, brow raising as she pushed for more.
"And," again Belle looking up as she spoke, "and it aroused me," the words mildly spoken but Red detecting an undercurrent, a challenge?
"Why?" The wolf's question a low growl, Red now investing fully in the conversation that was occurring.
"I -, um -," Belle faltering in her reply.
"Answer me," Red's tone not reprimanding but forceful nonetheless
"Because I like to think of the things you might do to me, when I'm gagged, or bound," the words tumbling out in a rush, Belle breathing heavily with the effort it took for her to say them. And her arousal. Red could smell the girl's heat with no effort from where she was sitting.
"Do you think about it a lot?" Red was genuinely curious now, not toying with her slave.
"I do," the admittance soft but genuine. Reds chest rumbling with a growl, considering the possibilities.
"Come here," Red straightening in her chair, finger beckoning as Belle took three paces towards her mistress. That was all it took to bring them within the heat of each others skin, Belle flushing, cheeks and chest colouring as she watched the wolf's eyes rove over her body.
"You clean up well," Red's finger tracing from clavicle to navel, skin soft but muscles taut under the tip. Belle inhaling sharply as she was touched, teething biting down to contain a whimper of excitement. She was standing close enough to smell the wolf's unique scent. Wild, is the only way Belle could describe it but not earthy at all, it reminded her of the time after the rain, where the forest was cleansed and nature had yet to restart its cacophony.
"Kneel," the tone stern, commanding and it hit the pit of Belle's stomach just as quickly as her knees hit the fur of the rug. Red inhaling, Belle now kneeling on her left side, the girl emitting a gasp as strong fingers fisted her hair, tugging. Belle allowed herself to be pulled down across the wolf's lap, her naked breasts pressing against the incredibly soft skin of the wolf's thighs. Red positioning the girl, hand still in her hair as she made sure the girl's back and hips were straight, the hand slipping from hair to the base of Belle's neck, pinning her down.
Belle relished the weight of her mistresses hands on her. Finally! She thought, focusing to keep her breathing deep and even, just like Emma had taught her, it was her job to make life as easy as possible for her mistress, not pass out from hyperventilating from excitement when -.
Red took a moment to run her free hand over the smooth, warm flesh in front of her. A finger nail lightly scratching from the nape of her pet's neck down along her spine, angry red blooming in its wake, before coming to a stop just as the flesh softened and swelled at the crest of the girl's buttocks.
Belle bit her lip, hard, barely withholding a moan at the intimate, erotic touch. Red's hand tightening on the back of her neck, the wolf recalling a conversation with her slave.
"Are you virgin?" The wolf questioned, judging that the girl was maybe around the same age as Greta.
"I don't know," the words were spoken strongly, chin lifted as Belle met the wolf's eyes. "I don't have my maidenhead but very few of the amazons do at my age," Red nodded, understanding the active lifestyle the tribes led often meant it tore before any copulation occurred. "Other than that I can't remember," the girl shrugged, biting her lip and avoiding the wolf's gaze.
Belle flinched as the hand hit, hard across her ass. It was not unexpected and yet the level of pain was, Red was strong and it stung.
"Keep still," the wolf commanding, "you may make sound, just do not speak," the words met with a frantic nod, Belle's hair falling loose from its tie as she did, chestnut locks cascading down around her face.
The slave held as still as she could but each blow rocking her body, each blow causing a sharp sting of pain that bled into a heat that infused her entire body. Around the sound of flesh hitting flesh the slave's whimpers, moans and short panting breaths could be heard in the room. Belle was burning up as her skin was abused but she welcomed the attention from her mistress, just being this close to the wolf, their nakedness touching was both satisfying and incredibly arousing.
Red kept to a steady rhythm, evenly distributing the impact over the girl's ass, she gave no pause between numbers one and twenty. On reaching that goal the wolf stopped, holding her palm over her slave, feeling the heat radiate from the skin, the flesh scarlet.
"How does it feel?" Belle taking a moment to realise she was being spoken to and that an answer was required.
"Sore," Belle gasping the word, more than a little overcome by the experience but laying, unmoving.
"Go deeper," Red not accepting her first answer.
Belle took a deep breath, exhaling and letting all the tension fall from her body, fists unclenching and body relaxing where she lay. She let her mind go blank, as Emma had taught, then speaking the first things that came to mind.
"I feel pain -,"
"Continue," Red listening intently, now finding herself surprisingly invested in the experience. She was engaged, a chore evolving into something she was discovering to be very good stress relief. The girl surprising Red with her discipline, she must remember to thank Emma.
"I -, I feel relaxed, I am hot and between my legs -," Belle trailing off, wondering at the appropriateness of her confession. Was that what her mistress was wanting to hear?
"What is between you legs?" Red demanding a vocalisation, voice rough because she already knew. The scent -.
"It's -, I'm wet Mistress, and it feels so hot and tight inside," Belle unable to relive the clenching of her stomach or alter her body's physical reaction to her punishment and close proximity to the wolf.
"Open your legs," the wolf ordering, the girl slightly stiff from holding her position, parting her knees where they rested on the rug, slowly revealing herself to her mistress. "Hmm, I see," Red rumbled, almost growling so low was her voice. The girl's sex was wet and swollen, it did look 'tight' as the girl described, her outer lips were flushed and glistening, no doubt that extended internally.
"I wish to feel inside you," Red speaking calmly, "I promised never to rape you. Do you want this?" The wolf giving her slave the choice, a choice she was never given.
"Yes!" The slave answering before the questions was truly formed. "Please!" Red blinking at the sudden outburst.
"Turn you head towards me," Belle obeying and moving so that her left cheek was resting on Red's thigh, eyes looking up at the wolf. "Keep your eyes open. Look at me at all times" A restricted nod of compliance was given and Red finally lowered her hand, soothing over the heated skin she found there. Belle moaning softly as she was touched, contrasting exquisitely with the still very real sting of the punishment. The spanking, she had been spanked and loved every second of it.
Another whimper as Red's fingers made contact, there. Belle once again biting her lip, trying not to cry out too loudly.
"It's alright to make noise, I told you this, " Red growling, the slave nodding and releasing her lip along with the breath that she had been holding. As Red's fingers began to explore, only the exposed flesh, Belle's breathing became more frantic. It had never felt this good when she touched herself!
"Oh!" the slave's hips bucked as Red grazed over that. A low moan following as her mistress touched that place again.
"Grip the legs of the chair, it helps," Red urging her pet, not wanting the girl to lost too much focus, Red knowing she had her on a delicate precipice. This could not end too soon or the wolf would be disappointed and the slave failing to live up to expectations. Belle did as she was told, taking a firm grip of the carved wooden legs not a moment too soon.
Red had grown impatient and, still curious, slipped her finger into the girl, sliding in effortlessly but finding her finger gripped tightly, just as described.
"Can you feel how tight you are?" The wolf growling, staring down at the girl whose eyes were wide, pupils blown up and dark.
"Yes, Mistress Red," Belle was barely breathing now, so intense was she finding this. The one finger felt like -, it filled her so well and Belle could feel how her insides clung on in desperate need for more.
"Lift your head," Red's fangs showing over her bottom lip as she spoke. "Open you mouth," Belle doing exactly as instructed finding her mouth hovering right by the wolf's right breast, moaning as it was suddenly filled with the wolf's nipple. At exactly the moment Red felt the girl begin to suck she began to fuck her, one finger joined by two as they slid in and out, a steady pulse but each stroke going deep.
Belle was emotionally overloaded, everything felt so good, the fingers inside her, the flesh in her mouth, the feel of being pressed up against her mistress while she was used, fucked by her mistress. As Red found that one spot inside that sent most women crazy the girl struggled briefly, hips rising before a warning growl from the wolf stilled her, leaving her ass raised higher than it had been and allowing Red to thrust in at a deeper angle.
A constant stream of moans was finding its way out around Red's breast, the slave still diligently and surprisingly adeptly sucking and laving the hard peak in her mouth. Red was very aroused now and not being at all gentle but the girl was offering no protest, instead meeting her thrust for thrust, feet braced against the floor and hips in sync with Red's fingers.
A roar, Red throwing her head back, hand fisting chestnut air as she pulled the girl's mouth away from her, a whirl of motion and Belle found herself kneeling between the wolf's thighs, looking up at her mistress.
"Know your place, girl," yellowed eyes staring down, dispassionately, arm tensing and forcing Belle's head down. The slave rapidly clueing in to what was required and burying her face in her mistresses sex, as hot and wet as her own was. A growl of satisfaction as Red's needs were met, the girl lapping and sucking with little finesse but much enthusiasm. So much that it only took a few minutes for the wolf to reach a howling climax, head thrown back, dark hair cascading down her back and fingers gripping the chair arms so hard they splintered with a sudden crack.
Before Belle realised what was happening, what she had achieved, she was shoved away from the chair, staggering backwards until she was caught by the throat and pushed against the stone wall, hard. A hot mouth covered her own and she felt her legs being kicked apart, she was so close to her own climax from Red's fingers and pleasuring the wolf that when the harsh blow landed on her sex, smack between her legs, she came. One mind numbing wave of sensation emanating from the point of contact, right through her body, another slap and she came again, shuddering as she was held, still pinned to the wall.
Red growled as she pulled her mouth away, dropping the girl who fell limply to the ground before stalking to her chambers and closing the door, leaving Belle in an unconscious heap on the floor.
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Sleep didn't come. Not to the queen lying alone in her chamber, the slave lying in the foreign bed or the wolf listening to the quiet breaths of Belle sleeping in the next room. Thankfully dawn wasn't far away, giving all an excuse to rise and distract themselves with the coming day.
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Next on The Collar (for real this time!)
"Have you seen the Queen?" Red approaching Emma at a trot.
"No, she said she had business and wasn't to be disturbed. "She left me these trade agreements to review but that was straight after breakfast," Emma helpfully providing. "Has she left the palace?"
"I don't know, if she's here, she's cloaking herself and that's rarely a good sign," Red sighing as she slumped in the chair opposite the blonde.
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I know I have said it before but I really dislike Belle's character on the show, so imagine who you want in this role, who do you see? Once again I do not have anyone in mind at this stage but 'my' Belle, is physical very fit from her amazon training, despite being clumsy but most of that comes from her nervousness around Red, chestnut hair, below shoulder length that she ties up and back when working/training and had no memories from before she joined the amazons. A point that will be covered as the story develops.