Despite the horrors of her trussed up undercarriage, Hermione had continued to bob her head, deep throating Voldermort, the motion causing her cunt sphere to shift, as her horny brain focused on milking the manhood in her mouth. She couldn’t even manage disgust when the spurts of ejaculate turned into a steady stream of acrid piss hosing down her gullet. She no longer had the capability of feeling humiliation as she debased herself with her continued attempts to deep-throat the Dark Lord’s now flaccid cock. The slutty haze she existed in was only broken when Bellatrix, jabbed her wand into the back of her control collar, the body beneath her turning momentarily rigid before collapsing into an insensate pile on the floor.