Hermione longed to shut her eyes, but she was compelled to watch the mirror. Draco stroked her labia lips and jiggled her trapped clit, he invited the other death eaters to remark on what a whore they had captured. The older wizard behind him grumbled that he was getting the captive excited again, Hermione could see the moisture of her pussy discharge coat her former classmates fingers. She felt a tug on her catheter as Draco scolded her on her sluttish ways, she worried that in his petulance he might punish her further, only belatedly realising it was Barty Crouch she should have been worried about. With one hand he kept her stretched pussy lips taut as he use the sharp leather punch to create small diameter holes in the stretched red flesh. Her sobs were interrupted by a deeper howl of pain as Draco cauterised the small bleeding hole with his wand once the divot of flesh was removed. Her mouth now in a rictus of pain biting down on the solid plug in her mouth, as her tormenters continued their work, untroubled by the pain they were causing.