Hermione stood mute as her body was worked over, the progress moving inexorably downward. The familiar torments of tongue casing and breast plates were showcased to her prison wardens. Less familiar devices were casually deployed too, a powerful set of breast pumps and a mouth probe which snaked down the very depths of her throat despite her jerky gag reflex protest (the person holding her from behind, was stolid and unwavering). Suddenly the probe expanded to fill her mouth fully, deep in her throat, the vital airway was impeded as the expansion of the probe strained against the limits of her gaping mouth. Hermione waited for dizziness to overtake her again, as Snape and Barty Crouch Jr insisted on several more exhibitions of the largest gag setting, this made her lightheaded until only the hands grabbing her hair were keeping her upright, not letting the chains tethering her to the chandelier go fully taut. She imagined on the next attempt she would hear the popping noise of her jaw dislocating. Although she had no outward sense of how much more torture was ahead of her, she knew that the presiding audience had an unquenchable hunger for cruelty. Ramrods, harnesses and straightjackets were modelled, as were a number of different arm, elbow and wrist restraints. Metal, plastic, leather and latex; Hermione captor’s ran each item through the gamut of available materials.