Fic: Testing the Limits (Hermione/Millicent/Neville) by luvsev

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Title: Testing the Limits
Author: luvsev
Pairing/Character(s): Hermione, Millicent, Neville
Rating: NC-17
Contains: Caning, nudity, mention of anal play (plugs and jewelery), nipple chain, D/s, masochism, sadism
Word count: 1414
Summary: Hermione has asked her Domme to test her limits, and Millicent complies, choosing a new toy to do just that.



‘You claim you need it, but do you really? I wonder, my little slut.’ Millie walked over to the side of the bed where her submissive waited on her knees, her mouth partially open, and her hands crossed behind her back. Only her wrists touched; she knew not to rest them in the small of her back if she wanted to please her mistress.

‘Are they just words?’ She trailed her forefinger down the side of Hermione’s pink, soft cheek to the base of her neck. She then grabbed a hank of hair, tightening her fist.

‘No. They aren’t, I assure you. I need your touch, this... I need us.’

Millie tightened her grip, eliciting a delicious moan from Hermione. ‘Oh, so you like that, my little slut?’

‘Yes, Mistress, very much.’

‘Shall I do it again?’

‘If you wish,’ Hermione whispered.

‘That’s not what I asked you.’ Millie motioned for Neville to stand at her side.

He moved out of the shadows and into the dim light, his gleaming leather trench coat and boots squeaking as he walked. ‘Ah, tonight’s entertainment, how beautiful she is.’

‘Always. Such a pretty slut,’ Millie said as Neville cupped Hermione’s cheek, caressing it gently with his thumb.

‘Thank you, Master... Mistress.’

‘Punishment or pleasure tonight?’ Neville murmured.

‘An honour beating, Nev. She’s been very good, doing as I’ve asked, even wearing her new chrome-plated, steel-and-emerald anal plug all day. Turn over, pet, so he can see how good it looks in you.’

Hermione laid down on her stomach amongst the peacock blue silk sheets and pillows and spread her legs, her dainty, white gold anklet snagging the fabric.

‘Mmm, good girl. Spread them a little wider; he wants to be able to see your glistening cunt lips and your newly pierced clit. Don’t you, Neville?’

‘Oh, yes. Look at that.’ Neville kneeled, running a gloved finger along her slit, making Hermione squirm and keen. ‘So beautiful.’

‘I know. She’d look better with her arse red... and marks across her back and thighs. What do you think?’

‘You should use the cane for that... the rattan is more flexible, but the marks will fade quickly. Perhaps even the lexan would work. What about the stainless steel?’

Millie tapped her bottom lip with her finger, thinking for a moment. ‘I do love the sound of the rattan, especially cracking it against the dungeon wall to prepare her for what is to come. Our Hermione has asked me to test her pain limits... the stainless steel would certainly do that. She might not be able to take many--’

‘Hell, even I can’t, and I love the way it feels,’ Neville interrupted.

‘Keep your place, Nev, otherwise you’ll get it first.’ Millie smiled sweetly but meant for him to watch how he spoke to her and to wait until she finished speaking. ‘Hermione, which would you like tonight: do you want the lexan, rattan, or the stainless steel?’

Hermione whimpered as Millicent caressed her arse. ‘Can we try the stainless steel? We’ve not used it before.’

‘Are you sure? As much as I want to hear you crying out, see tears roll down your cheeks and your arse turn bright red, I want it to be for the right reason--because you want it, too.’

‘Yes, Mistress, I’m sure.’

‘As you wish. Neville, make yourself useful and bring me a cloth and the cane. In the third drawer of the mahogany bureau, there should be a neatly folded cloth, and the cane should be hanging by its leather loop on the opposite wall, underneath the black light.’

Neville rose and hurried off into the other room, where only his deep hum could be heard. It was sort of tuneless and random, but it was comforting all the same. Hermione listened to him while Millicent raked her fingernails down her back. She thought if it were at all possible, she’d purr.

‘Catch,’ Neville said, tossing the cane and a navy blue microfibre cloth.

Millicent caught them both, glaring and wrinkling her nose at him. ‘Such disrespect for items not belonging to you. I think you’re asking for it.’

‘Just trying to have a bit of fun. It doesn’t hurt.’

‘Well, it could hurt if you keep up.’

He wanted to retort, but decided not to. There were certain moods he was comfortable in playing with her; this was obviously not one of them. She had been aroused all day at the sight of their sub doing chores while nude, a golden chain between her caramel-coloured nipples and a jewel adorning her pert little hole.

Millie rubbed the fingerprints from the cane and held it in front of Hermione. ‘This, my little one, is your newest toy. Greet it properly.’

Hermione kissed it, her lips touching the cold instrument. ‘How many?’

‘A set of ten to start. I don’t want you getting overworked... tonight.’ Millicent patted Hermione’s head before slapping the cane against her palm. ‘This is going to hurt; are you ready?’

‘Yes.’

‘Okay. Neville, count for me. I want to hear your sure baritone.’

He nodded as she drew the cane down Hermione’s back, stopping the instrument just as it reached a pale arse cheek. Neville and Millie exchanged an unreadable look, and she struck once, lightly, not even enough to make Hermione cry--just a small moan.

‘One,’ he whispered, his breath on her neck.

She hit her again, this time slightly harder and on the other cheek. Hermione’s breath hitched.

‘Two.’ He nibbled on her earlobe.

Millie swung another. ‘Three.’ And another. ‘Four.’ Each a fraction harder, but still not enough to cause pain, only thin, bright pink, even marks from the cane appeared.

‘Five... six. Millicent, if you want her to feel this later, you need to hit harder. This cane is built for impact play, and so is she.’

A sudden, sharp ‘thwack’ sounded; the cane fell harder than the previous times, causing Hermione to cry out in pleasure or pain... it was difficult to tell.

‘Seven. There you go, Millie. Put her through her paces, test her limits!’

‘Merlin, yes!’ Millicent cried as she heard Hermione plead for another in a quivering voice, obviously full of emotion.

‘Fuck, yes! That’s eight. Two more. You’re both doing well.’

She hit twice more, each blow landing on opposite cheeks--hard, but not as hard as she wanted or knew she could.

‘Nine and ten. Come on, now. That’s enough.’ He had to take the cane from her to stop her from hitting Hermione again.

Heart pounding, she felt dizzy and euphoric as Neville touched her lower back, encouraging her to sit on the edge of the bed to catch her breath and to settle. She still had the itch to continue, but she had to resist the impulse. It would not do to grow tired or to cause injury... beyond what could heal quickly. She leaned against the cool, stone dungeon wall, its chill creeping down her spine, easing tension from her muscles. Millie looked over at Hermione; noticing the deep red marks and droplets of blood, she reached out and stroked Hermione’s leg.

‘Are you okay, kitten?’

‘Mmm...’ she paused. ‘Yeah. Feels good. More? A whipping from the single tail?’

‘No, no. This is enough for now. We need to rest. Nev?’

‘Yes?’ he answered, tossing his coat and gloves into a pile of coloured clothes on the floor. He then untied his boots, leaving them nearest the wall. Next to come off were the leather trousers that had hugged his arse. He had some difficulty removing them as they clung to his legs and didn’t seem to want to be removed. He finally stepped out of them and stood in his green-and-blue flecked boxers, staring at Hermione and Millie.

‘Come here, won’t you?’ Millie laid down, gesturing for him to do the same.

Hermione and Milicent lay curled next to each other while Neville draped his arm across them. Sighing contentedly, he kissed Millicent, who in turn pressed the tiniest of kisses to Hermione’s cheek.

‘I adore you, Mistress...’

‘And I you. We’ll play more tomorrow, if you so desire.’

‘Mmmhmm. Tomorrow.’