Hermione wasn’t sure how much time had passed in her blind and mute prison. After her body was worked into a number of positions and her limbs modelled countless variety of bondage gear, he body was still hypersensitive to touch. She had felt the difference in the current hands prying at the entrance to her pussy. After becoming used to house elf proportions from her grim training, the current hands felt monstrously large by comparison, even if she had Padma’s hands in the interim it still was yet another violation. She could tell they were focusing on her hyper stretched clit, as they continued to prod her sensitive organ until, she felt a set of slender fingers grind the flesh in a vice-like pinch, which caused her empty pussy to clench involuntarily. Then suddenly she felt anti-climatically nothing, an absence of hands. Little did she know as the Patil twins marched out with their palanquin filled with tools of torture, Snape and Narcisa Malfoy were interpreting the transforming boggart in front of their prisoner gleaning new insecurities and fears that they could play on.