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Lena watched as the room began to fill slowly with rowdy teenagers, all of them silent as they looked at her behind the teacher’s desk. Most of them recognised her as Cersei and were thus simply awestruck that there was a celebrity in their presence. Yet it was her quiet demeanour that unnerved them the most. She was just sat there, staring, almost trying to hide an underlying fury. Which was completely true. It was quite unbelievable that she was even in this classroom to begin with, let alone what was about to occur. New regulations and a couple misplaced signatures of waylaid contracts had wound her up in a brand-new government initiative; get teenagers invested in safe sex and sexual education through the implementation of brand-new teaching schemes fronted by celebrities. Sounds like a good plan until Lena read the fine-print and understood exactly what these new teaching schemes entailed, “Welcome class. I’m Mrs Headey and today I’ll be leading your class on sex-ed. There ...

“Looks like you are awake now… Good… We can get started,” Cersei purred as Arya slowly lifted her head, her vision a little groggy. She tried to speak, but her jaw was forced open by a gag in the shape of a ball, saliva beginning to dribble down her chin as she tried to swallow it. Looking up, she could see two figures standing over her. Her sister, who was quietly fidgeting with her fingers dressed in a simple silk nightdress, and the Queen, who stood with a goblet of wine wearing nothing at all, her plump breasts bouncing free and her neatly trained quim slipping between her shapely thighs. She tugged on a chain and Arya felt her body get pulled forwards, her neck aching as the leather collar sharply dug into her skin, “Arya, your sister has something she would like to say.”             “You… you should do as she says… Then she’ll… she’ll… Queen Cersei, will let father free,” Sansa pleaded, Arya lifting her head surprised...