The nipple clamps were reapplied eventually, as Hermione watched in dumb horror as her labia lips were encompassed by a twin set of large sliver clips. This gave the House Elves access to her throbbing unprotected sex. Winky decided that obstructing Hermione’s view of her ongoing adornment was important oversight to rectify immediately, she direct two Elves to enclose a silver neck brace over the captive’s throat and collar. The posture device was exacting and unyielding, once the two halves encircled her neck, Hermione’s head was tilted forcibly upwards; robbing her of any range of motion only allowing her to look at the ceiling. She felt a cold tube capture her clit, a brief blast of suction sucked her pleasure organ into the unseen trap stretching it and moulding it to conform to the length and diameter of the tube. "Very disappointing, such a small little nub for such a wanton whore". Hermione thought the comment had come from Winky but she couldn’t be sure, her immediate worry was whatever was on the trolley being pushed behind her. Several trays of needles were handed up to the waiting Winky. Slowly the elf pushed alternating pins into Hermione’s breasts, following the outline of a neat circle around the captive’s aureola. Hermione reckoned she looked like a perverted acupuncture model, but the needles kept coming, slow concentric circles forming on her sore breasts obscuring the flesh under the sharp metal pins. She was sure she now looked like she had two hedgehogs hanging from her body, she couldn't move her head to confirm this with a downward glance, but she could feel Winky place the final touches on the meaty underside of her pert breasts.