She could not force her body to struggle as her two remaining tormenters took turns scooping the sex slurry pooled around her abused holes, forcing her to take their dripping fingers deep in her mouth as they discussed her fate. "I agree Severus, she has very sloppy technique, us Purebloods have far more exacting standards than rutting Muggle riff-raff, I would suggest she has remedial training before we waste any more time making her fit for purpose". Snape gave his companion a slow thoughtful nod, "Ok Arthur, I was looking forward to forcing her parents to pierce her up nice and pretty, but I suppose after her abysmal showing we might as well get her training started before Madam Malkim comes for her fitting". The two wizards detached her from the chair without issue, their captive was too weak from the earlier abuse to impede their actions. Snape’s parting gift was a dildo replica of her father’s cock, which he feed into her empty mouth. Her new found oral fixation overrode her natural desire to spit the foul article from her mouth, the buckles remained limp and unused as there was no need to fasten the clasps to the captive’s face. When Snape summoned the waiting House elves to his side, despite Hermione’s trepidation about the threat of training, she rationalised that at least she’d escape Snape’s grasp for the duration of the next ordeal.