The itchy feeling along the length of her urethral passage, distracted Hermione with its unceasing discomfort. She watched as Snape pulled at her already stretched cunt-flaps, the piercing in her labial lips allowed Snape to tug downwards on the flesh like he had donned fleshy knuckle-dusters, she couldn’t identify the device that Snape used, but its crude purpose was clear as it latched onto the grommets of her pussy piercings stretching the intimate folds taut like a canvass on a frame. Snape spelled two Wartenberg pinwheels, the sharp points digging into the exposed stretched-flesh, as a bloody pinpricked path was motioned over and back. The re-appearance of Arthur Weasley in her eye-line brought a new sense of trepidation as she noted the two large syringes, glimmering menacingly from the levitating tray.