A Pet

As Negana was paraded through the battlefield her captors eventually decided that it was easier to carry her on their shoulders, pall-bearer style. Her shoulders were supported by a man on either side, two more at her waist each holding and squeezing her bottom, and two more with their arms around her thighs apparently at great pains to keep her legs as wide apart as possible for the benefit of the troops they passed. By the time they had marched across the battlefield, through the thin woodland and among the tents of the Holy Order campsite Emily figured that the entire army had probably taken a photo or video of her exposed privates on their phones.

Arriving at the large white command tent Negana was carefully placed on the grass in front of Denaasi.

‘Your Highness,’ began one of the men, ‘we present to you our prisoner, Queen Negana of the Saviours.’

‘This is sterling work,’ Denaasi said in her loud voice. ‘I will see to it that you all receive a commendation for this. Your service will not go unrewarded.’

‘Very good, Your Highness.’

‘Now leave the prisoner with me. I will interrogate her and extract details of the Saviour’s battle plans.’

The soldiers marched away, and Denaasi kneeled before Negana. Reaching around her head she untied the gag and threw it to the side. ‘Are you okay darling?’ she asked quietly.

‘My legs are hurting a bit,’ replied Emily. Denaasi fumbled with the knotted cape, eventually freeing the girl’s hands and feet. It took Emily a moment before she could stand, unsteadily, and Denaasi helped her inside the tent. ‘Come and have a little lie down,’ she said.

Emily was not expecting to be treated kindly by her arch-enemy, but she accepted Denaasi’s help as she led her into her own bedchamber. It was arranged much like Negana’s own. Emily sat down on the bed, carefully ensuring that her skirt covered her modesty.

Ted arrived with what Emily took to be another Game Master. He introduced himself as Bob. He was every bit as handsome and rugged as Ted.

‘Well, this is a bit off-script,’ he began addressing both girls, ‘but I think we can make it work.’

‘Yes,’ agreed Ted. ‘I don’t think we’ve had one of the main characters captured like this before. But we figure that with a bit of a re-write we can get everything back on track.’

Emily felt a little extra shame. Not only had she shown everybody her love tunnel, she had also almost ruined the game by being captured.

‘In fact,’ continued Ted, ‘we think it might work quite well for setting up the main battles. So Queen Negana, you are now a prisoner of the Holy Order.’

Bob addressed Denaasi. ‘My Queen, this doesn’t change the tournament script, but now instead of attending the contest as equals, Negana will attend as your captive.’ He turned to Emily. ‘We are just now getting a costume for you, so you’ll need to stay here for now while we update the plan.’ Emily didn’t know anything about a tournament, and was fine with keeping out of the way.

‘Our current thinking is that the Saviours will mount a daring rescue attempt, which will rile up the Holy Order and lead to the final battle. I’ll get back to you when it is all finalised.’

Hen arrived a little while later with Negana’s ‘prisoner’ outfit. ‘I’m sorry it’s a little rough,’ she said, ‘it was a bit of a rush.’

Emily, alone in Denaasi’s room, slipped out of her skirt and top. It felt strange; although the room was private, standing here in a tent in such a busy area wearing just a pair of thigh-high boots was quite exciting. She thought back to being carried through the campsite earlier and felt her cheeks become warm. What would all those people think if she just strode out there like this? She imagined the faces of all those geeky kids, how shocked they would be. If they were going to look at her delicates it would be much better if she had her head held high, knowing that she was Queen fucking Negana and she was a badass sorcerer who would crush anybody who disrespected her. But what about Ted, or Gerwald? She pictured them standing together, wide-eyed and open mouthed as she strutted over wearing just her boots. She would pull their faces to her breasts and feel them both sucking on her nipples. She would cast a magic spell and all of their clothes would just vanish and they would worship her, kissing her all over, Ted’s tongue exploring her wet pussy while Gerwald knelt behind her, probing with his tongue, knocking on her back door.

‘All okay in there?’ Emily was torn back from her fantasy by Hen’s voice.

‘Just a minute.’ She picked up the new outfit. It was white, which was a surprise, but then Emily supposed it would be something the Holy Order would have given her. A skirt and a top. She pulled the skirt on, it was made to look like it was torn and shredded, but it covered her up. It was very thin, light material, just reaching the tops of her boots. The top was the same, it covered one shoulder and was designed to look as though the other shoulder had torn off and was hanging over her breast. Below her breasts it was shredded to display her midriff. Again, it covered her up better than what she had, and as a prisoner she should probably be grateful she had anything at all.

‘Very nice,’ enthused Denaasi when her captive emerged.

Hen inspected the costume briefly. ‘Sorry about this,’ she said, ‘it’s all I could find.’ She produced a thin metal bar made of two halves with curved sections to form three round holes. Emily had never seen anything like this in real life but instinctively knew what it was for. Hen fastened the bar around Negana’s wrists and neck so as to hold her hands up at shoulder height. A thick plastic chain was attached to the neck brace, and Denaasi was handed the other end.

Denaasi laughed. ‘This is like having a pet!’ She stroked Negana’s hair. ‘Come on then, shall I take you for a walk? Would you like that? Okay then. Come on. Walkies!’