Bellatrix wandlessly increased the setting of the prisoner’s pussy sphere, she appreciated that Cissy and Snape had made great strides in breaking in the slut but she was out to transform the captive into a complete sextoy. With a careful hand Bella reached to mop the prisoner’s sweating brow, understanding that increasing the levels of Snape’s lust potion would cause the captive to go crazy for the respite of good cum. Bella was about to test the limits of the extra muscle relaxant that she had added to the mix, as she used her hands to push her prisoner’s head downwards. With a gentle but insistent pressure Hermione began to feel as if she was being folded in two, her frantic need for some relief meant she did not let up on her crude attempts to masturbate her arse. Bella gave a wicked smirk to the unseen audience of one she had been playing too. Although she knew this showcase would be distributed to her Death Eater cohorts, she could tell that the Dark Lord was growing increasingly interested in the show his twisted lieutenant was orchestrating. Voldermort removed the disillusionment charm knowing the rutting prisoner was beyond caring about anything beyond reaching the pinnacle of her own pleasure.