"Draco can you magnify the mirror, I don’t think the slut can properly admire my handiwork, down here" Barty Crouch rearranged his instruments and jostled the mirror in Gabrielle Delacour’s hands, angling it for maximum impact at Hermione’s distended orifices. He enjoyed the horrified sobs that accompanied another muffled round of "no-no’ from her gagged mouth. He would prettify that in due course but first he’d tackle her gapping sex. Hermione was dumbfounded by the obscenities visited upon her nether regions. She watched as Barty Crouch worked her clit into another plastic prison, she had known the house elves had been stretching it and plumping it endlessly, but watching it now as the gross slug-like protuberance, she hadn’t realised how successful they had been at their job. Hermione could feel the suction on her clitoris continue to work, as the plastic container had been magicked to hover upwards fighting gravity letting everyone in the room bear witness to her shame. The suckling pressure a constant irritation, but also underlying the unnatural length the house elf had gained for her faux erection.