The flurry of activity around her was overwhelming, but the menacing spectre of her potion master loomed largest as he stood at her head. He drawled the incantation that Hermione was dreading "Lil’ mudbitch, eyes on me". Hermione felt her eyes drawn to her one-time teacher, she could only see under his robes and whatever they had done to her eyes meant she couldn’t look away. She watched as Snape jerked himself off at a slow pace, matching the rhythm of Draco who was still playing with the silver ball. The masturbating wizard’s pace changed as Hermione felt the pressure of hands probing her urethra, the pain in her nether regions was amplified by the humiliation of cum raining down over her body, as Snape beat himself to a climax, aiming his seed to settle primarily on the stricken witch’s face. She could taste it on her pinned tongue and she could feel some liquid rest at the base of her nose clinging to the pierced ring and touching on the tips of her feeding tube, the smell was vile. One viscous spurt had plastered one eye shut, not that it mattered her remaining eye, was trained on the Potion Master’s semi-erect cock, she watched as he ordered the slave Gabby to clean him up, her altered vision could see the shadow woman lick the former teacher clean. Hermione somehow felt dirtier when Snape ordered the other imprisoned girl to give her face a tongue bath next, lapping up the creamy ejaculate from her face. Hermione watched in morbid fascination, Snape dispensed with the gag he had been playing with, she wondered if he had buried it into another one of the hapless girl’s holes whose tongue continued to lap at her face undaunted. She watched Snape accio the mirror, now that he had two free hands, knowing that he was going to take twisted pleasure from the latest show and tell session.