Maybe

Jerry pauses, considering. “Professor Stone, I at least want to see what she has to offer, before I decide. But, I’ll certainly consider focusing once I discover what I like.”

“Very well. I suppose that is a good answer. Keep in mind, Jerry, there is no magic more powerful or pleasurable than lust magic.”

“You really want us to give a blow job as homework?”

“Of course. Deep down don’t you want to try out your new skills? The party tonight will be a perfect place.”

Jerry considers her words. If the the Ruby is to be believed, the blow jobs she has given have been pretty bad. She really does want to know if what she experienced in the Ruby was real and accurate.

“I’ll try.”

“Excellent. I’ll see you in class tomorrow.”

Professor Stone walks away, her perfect, smooth, round, cellulite free, ass swaying provocatively.

Jerry thinks of her room and begins walking. She doesn’t get more tha three steps when a raspy, disembodied, woman’s voice whispers, “Time for class.”

Jerry stops and thinks of Professor Anip and begins to walk.

In minutes she walks into what is best described as part dungeon and part classroom. A slightly overweight girl, with dyed black hair and all black clothes, sits next to a medieval rack. Her nose and eyebrow piercings glint in the dim light.

Professor Anip struts into the room. Jerry stares in disbelief. She is still wearing the enormous ballet style boots with the absurdly high heels. She is also wearing a dress made entirely of leather straps. Thin straps of leather just cover her nipples. The leather is tight enough you can plainly see a pair of nipple rings. A leather thong covers her sex completely, but Jerry has no doubt it’s pierced as well.

Professor Anip clears her throat. “Hello girls. Did you know there are over three hundred distinct kinds of pain. Each of them has a true name. You will learn them. You will control them. You will own them...To your right is a box. To begin you will place you arm in the box.”

Jerry looks to her right. There is a large obsidian block there, which she mistook for a table.

“Come sit by it.”

Jerry moves next to it looking for a hole. There is none.

Professor Anip slaps it with her hand and a hole opens.

“Now. On the count of three thrust your hand inside. One...two...three...”

Jerry slides her hand into the cube. She nearly screams. The pain is intense. She barely notices the goth girl howling.

The pain becomes so bad Jerry can taste it.

Professor Anip sidles up next to her and in a raspy voice, whispers. “Name it. Own it. Make it your bitch.”

The whispers echo in Jerry’s head. She begins to feel like she knows this pain like a friend.

“Oakago!” She yells to to no one.

Professor Anip leans in. “Yes. You’ve named it. Make it yours. Reverse it.”

Jerry scrunches her face before commanding the pain, with it’s name, to reverse.

Suddenly she feels wave of euphoria. If a hand could have an orgasm, she is certain this is what it would feel like. She doesn’t even notice the Professor has moved on to the goth girl.

Some time later, Professor Anip commands. “Now, remove your hands.”

Jerry pulls her hand out, sorry to feel the bliss recede.

“Jerry, Susan, once you have the true name of pain, it is yours. You can use it as you wish. It can be a weapon.” She looks at the goth girl, Susan. “Or you can use it to heal.” She gives Jerry a glance. “Pain can be a most powerful tool. That is all for today.”

With that she walks into the shadows and seems to disappear. Jerry wonders if she should be social and chat with Susan or find Barb and try to escape.