Hermione felt two insistant hands tugging at her nipples, she gurgled in protest as Alecto Carrow’s viscous ejaculate trickled further down her throat. She then felt her tongue being spelled stiff, as the older woman fucked herself on her now protruding petrified tongue, moving up and down brazenly wringing out some additional pleasure, on the rigid tongue. Hermione waited to feel a continued barrage of pain in her breasts but apart from an initial piercing down into her sore nipple flesh there was a faint whiff of anticlimax to the minstrations on her mammary glands. She could feel a spurt of liquid trickling down each of her breasts, the piercings were causing her breasts to leak momentarily, only to be stoppered when she felt the pinch of heavy nipple covers clamping to her tits. Hermione felt a twinge of confusion, not understanding if it was pleasure or pain she felt, as the clamps magically suckled on her newly pierced flesh, the tips of her nips were trapped into the small cavity in the clamps, the antagonistic feeling intensified by the piercing that was forcing her nipples to be held open to weep milk. It was an uncomfortable position, she could still feel the seepage from her breasts trickle downwards from where the caps stoppered her lactating udders, but at least it wasn’t painful. The sucking motion of the caps continued to stimulate the flow of milk, but now the liquid had nowhere to go, it was now trapped in tenderly full breasts.