Hermione could feel her frustration growing as Bellatrix directed her face to the largest puddle of various bodily discharges that had pooled under her. She hardly felt the Death Eater attach a series of short chains to the eyelets punched into her labial lips, then connecting these ends of the hand manacles. The web of chains kept Hermione’s two hands bound together as she spelled the metal circles to act as handcuffs, as Bella guided the now tented hands up the prisoner’s gapped ass. Feeling the pressure in her back passage Hermione dutifully started to push her hands further into ass trying to work herself back to a state of pleasure, as the restraining chains meant she was contending with painfully tugging her saggy labial lips with every blunt movement. She knew that her cursed fingers would only be able to pinch and hurt her over sensitive sex and clit, in her addled mind this was the only way she could get some release unless she was allowed use her mouth again. She felt a grudging thanks that Umbridge’s stretching of her limbs gave her an increased range of motion, as she worked her hands frantically in her back passage.