Her red swollen clit was next up for Snape’s torture as he cinched the perviously threatened clit cage over her love button. The cold metal now fully obscured not only her oversensitive flesh but also squeezing the base of stud piercings, as well as enveloping her clit cap, forcing the metal downward. The dark metal sleeve shimmered, before it began to shrink in on itself, imploding on her clit flesh withering her love nub in its vice-like grip, strangling the flesh beneath the rigid clit cap. Hermione sobbed, the oppressive finality of this latest torment weighed heavily on her addled mind. "While infibulation would be fun, Arthur wants to practice Muggle stitching". Hermione watched as an ugly a large needle pierced her labial lips, the process was torturously long and the progress was ugly jagged lines of thread sealing her shut, she concentrated on the elder Weasley’s unsteady hand as Snape whispered in her ear how he was vetoed on his desire to cauterise her closed.