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Academy of Pleasure and Pain	By : mysticxox Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 236495 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 10
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This chapter takes a look at Hermione's life a few months after she's been at the Academy. As many requested, here's an example of a typical lesson here!

Warning: This lesson might stay with you long after you stop reading and most certainly calls for a cold shower or two ;D

Hermione Granger stood in front of Narcissa Black, her thin robe on the floor beside her as Professor Black circled and studied her.

She had long gotten past the point of feeling self-conscious and so, when her teacher had claimed that she wanted to demonstrate a new sexual technique on Hermione in front of the whole class, she had known better than to resist.

She had been disciplined once before by the Headmaster and she wasn't about to put herself in that position again!

"Today I will show you how to turn pleasure into pain, a subtle technique. If executed properly, your partner won't even realise the exact point where the pleasure and pain merge into one", her voice was crisp and clear as she moved to stand behind Hermione.

"After I demonstrate, I expect you all to partner up and practice. No one leaves until I'm satisfied with their performance. Those who I think require further practice, will have ample time to do just that tonight, in detention".

The silence following her words told Hermione she was serious. Detentions at the Academy were something she had only heard about. Never experienced.

Luna had gone through it once and Hermione had seen how much more broken and compliant she had been afterwards.

Word was, it was worse than their sexual learning lessons.

She had understood the basic concept from Luna's traumatic recounting of the event.

Each student was put in a separate location and three Professors would 'supervise', the Academy's term for having sex with students. Each location was different and quite imaginative at times.

Luna had gone through detention in the greenhouse. She swore she would never look at the tangling-vine plant the same again!

Narcissa's cold hands on her body made Hermione snap out of her thoughts, as she concentrated on her teacher's words.

"Partner up and watch carefully". The class divided up into pairs and all eyes were on Hermione's naked figure, standing at the centre of the room with Narcissa's hands around her waist in a loose circle.

Her thumbs were drawing gentle circles on her navel and Hermione tried not to shudder at the coldness in her touch. Were her hands always this icy?

She gasped as Narcissa suddenly cupped her breasts, squeezing them slowly and making her groan and shift her legs, where wetness was pooling.

She hated lessons like these!

Many of her classmates eyes were filled with lust as they stared at her and Narcissa, making Hermione ponder on how much they all had changed, even in the three short months she had been here.

"Such full breasts", Narcissa whispered in her ear and she felt her core get wetter. She felt Narcissa place a gentle kiss to the side of her neck and gulped. What would this witch do to her?

"I know you must be wet Mudblood", Narcissa's voice hissed in her ear and she was mortified as her core throbbed in response to her vulgar words. "Show me how wet. Part your legs".

Hermione couldn't move and she knew she had been magically bonded to stand. Why was Narcissa asking her to do something she couldn't?

"Hmm…I said part your legs", her voice hissed again and Hermione cried out as her butt cheek was slapped hard. Her other cheek experienced the same sting and then Narcissa's hands had left her breasts, her nails digging into her buttocks and making her scream and attempt to move forward.

"You're not going anywhere Mudbood", Narcissa hissed into her ear and her core throbbed again, her clit swollen and needing release.

Narcissa moved her hands lower, parting Hermione's legs as wide as they would go and she was glad for the magical bonds that held her still. There was no way she could have remained standing in this position otherwise!

She moaned as her wet mound was cupped by a cold hand, her clit pressing against it and making her shudder. It felt so good.

"So very wet Mudblood", Narcissa's voice was lower but still as sharp as ever and Hermione felt her core get wetter again.

"You like this?" Narcissa sounded surprised. "You like me calling you a Mudblood?" and Hermione throbbed again in her hand.

"What a naughty little whore you are", she hissed and cupped her more firmly making her cry out in desire.

"I can feel how wet you are. Ride my hand", Narcissa kept her hand in place and Hermione realised she could move her hips again even as the rest of her body remained frozen.

Narcissa brushed her thumb over her clit and she bucked, the friction making her hips pick up the pace. She knew she was sweating as Narcissa's other arm tightened around her waist and helped her move forward and backwards, forcing her to ride her hand.

Hermione's moans grew louder as her body began to tighten, her impending release looming closer. Narcissa didn't utter a single word as Hermione stroked her clit up and down her hand, again and again, helpless to the sensations until she came with a cry, her orgasm spilling onto Narcissa's hand.

She muttered a quick cleaning spell before releasing Hermione from her bonds. She sunk to the floor, her legs still shaky from her release and not being able to hold her weight.

This was exactly the position Narcissa wanted her in as chains suddenly appeared, attaching to her wrists and ankles and splaying her out on the cold floor of the classroom.

She could see everyone in the room staring at her and she knew there was nothing left to hide.

Narcissa stood above her, a smirk on her face as she removed her robes and kneeled down between Hermione's spread legs.

She moved up her body, pressing her body against hers as she placed a hard kiss on her lips, showing her who had the power. "Consider this payback for killing my sister Mudblood", Narcissa hissed in her ear and Hermione gasped.

Bellatrix Lestrange had been killed in the final Battle by Molly Weasley but Hermione had been the one who helped her, keeping Bellatrix distracted while Molly cursed her from behind.

She had wondered, briefly, if it had been a fair way to kill but, once the battle had ended and she had found out Harry was dead, she was glad they had taken the opportunity to kill her!

Molly, along with her husband and all those who were unwilling to follow the Deatheater's new order, had been killed while the rest of them, over the age of 18 were spared death only to be brought here-a worse fate in her mind!

"They can be broken and moulded", she remembered Lucius saying and she had seen the fury in Narcissa's eyes as she looked down at her sister's limp body, "They are still young. They will become the new generation-a generation led by us!"

Hermione hated her mind for reminding her that he had been right. They were all adapting to the new order and she moaned as Narcissa pressed another wet kiss to her mouth, biting her bottom lip none to gently.

Their breasts pressed together, Hermione's hardened peaks brushing against one of Narcissa's and Hermione gasped, her core beginning to get wet again.

Would she ever be free of this torture?

Narcissa crouched down by her legs again, looking around the class and spotting Blaise Zabini.

"My dear, would you assist me in this demonstration?"

It was hard to resist Narcissa anyway but a naked Narcissa? Blaise stood no chance and he nodded, a smirk on his lips as he walked over to Hermione.

His eyes were dark and lustful as it took in her naked form and Hermione felt the wet, heat pool between her legs. She wished she could close them.

Blaise had taken her countless numbers of times and knew her body's responses better than she did. He was also one of the few people who had willingly agreed to be a part of this Academy; it was no coincidence that many of the elite were Slytherins and purebloods.

"I want you to tease her breasts, anyway you see fit and don't stop", Narcissa ordered him and he took his place next to Hermione's heaving breasts, palming them and shooting her a feral grin. It scared her that she was aroused by this.

"I will be sucking her core. Let's see what you taste like, Mudblood", Narcissa hissed to her as her mouth descended on the swollen, throbbing nub.

Hermione moaned as she began to suckle it, slowly, taking her time.

Blaise kneaded her breasts, just as slowly brushing his thumb over her nipples, making the peaks harden even further.

Hermione was in ecstasy and she could only groan and whimper as one of the top elite's and skilled Professor's played with her body, making her come in mere minutes.

Narcissa pulled back as she orgasmed, not wanting to taste her completely and opened her wet folds as she came down from her high, exposing her clit again.

With a nod to Blaise, her head was back between Hermione's thighs and she was sucking her again, a bit harder but still giving her pleasure. Blaise smiled and lowered his head to her breasts, taking one nipple in his mouth and making Hermione arch her back and cry out as his other hand rolled her other nipple between his fingers.

She felt the sensations build and came again, barely having time to catch her breath as Narcissa began to suckle her again.

Blaise had shifted nipples but the feelings were just as intense and Hermione knew she was covered in sweat, her hips arching against Narcissa's mouth, pushing her clit closer while Blaise teased her breasts and nipples, torturously slow.

She could feel the ache in her loins increase as she came for the third time from the attention they were laving on just two parts of her body.

"You're glistening with sweat darling", the husky voice was Blaise's and he whispered it against her breasts, making her moan again. "I could come from just the sight of you".

He took her nipple back in his mouth and continued his sensual torture as Narcissa did the same to her clit. Hermione's moans became strangled sobs as they kept this up, not giving her anytime to recover.

She fainted once but Narcissa revived her with a spell, not allowing her to escape the torture. Her clit was aching. She had never felt this sore before, not even after her sexual learning lessons.

Her nipples were tender to the touch and Blaise was still sucking them, occasionally grazing his teeth across them and making her scream in pain.

Her voice was hoarse from all the screaming and she vaguely noted many of her classmates had proceeded to practice on their partners but none of them were as skilled as the two people who were making Hermione build up for yet another orgasm.

She knew tears were pouring down her face and she screamed and cried out in agony as her body released again, not being able to stand the sensations, the wet heat flooding through her and burning her core and sensitive clit.

Narcissa's suckles felt like hot, molten lava touching her and she could only writhe and plead and scream as they kept up her torture.

Blaise was very talented at it. Hermione was sure Narcissa would approve.

He kept stopping for a few moments, his fingers stilling on her bruised nipples as he teased her with questions. "Do you want me to stop darling?" she had screamed out a 'yes' as Narcissa sucked her clit again, prolonging her agony.

"Beg me. Beg me to stop", Blaise's husky voice kept floating around her head as she begged him, pleading them to stop and each time he would shake his head and say, "You don't sound like you mean it", continuing to suckle her nipples and evoking another sob out of her.

Finally, when she was wishing for death, Narcissa sucked her for the last time, Blaise taking her nipples in his fingers and rolling them roughly until he heard Hermione's hoarse scream as her release flooded through her again.

"Tell me Hermione", it was Narcissa who spoke now and Hermione could barely concentrate as all her nerve endings screamed in pain. Her eyes were wet with tears as were her cheeks and she couldn't stop sobbing.

"When did the pleasure become pain?" Hermione couldn't answer, she didn't know and finally, sobbed out a, "I don't know".

"And that class", Narcissa turned to face her students, most of whom were trying to inflict pain on their partners in the most unsubtle ways (a whip-really?). "That is how you successfully turn pleasure", a meaningful look at the boy with the whip who returned a sheepish smile, "Into pain. You did very well Blaise. A true elite".

Blaise smiled at her praise and glanced at the sobbing Hermione, pressing a quick kiss to her lips before standing up and walking back to his chair.

Another typical lesson at the Academy!

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