Hermione could sense that this torture was coming to an end, as Umbridge supervised Tonks final transformation. Rita continued with her solo ministrations as she placed Hermione behind a modified S.P.E.W banner, this time the punctuations marks had been removed, leaving the word Spew in block capitals. Her useless hands had a sticking charm placed on them anchoring them to her old SPEW donation bucket. Dennis remained hidden beneath the table, licking her sopping pussy, cleaning away the evidence of the broomstick humiliation in preparation for the next session. In grim disgust Hermione watched as Rita summoned a succession of House Elves to relieve themselves into the S.P.E.W donation bucket, filling it to the brim with ejaculate. Hermione couldn’t stop herself as she felt the imperio curse hit her body, the whispered instructions directing her to consume the contents of the bucket. As her useless arms hadn’t the strength to bring the bucket to her face, she bent low over the liquid-filled receptacle; the instructions in her mind telling her to leave the camera a good angle to capture her whole face. She started to lick the mush from the bucket, diving her tongue into the murky depths, lapping it up with a feline grace. She worked single minded at the task, her mind whirring through the sad litany of fallen comrades that Umbridge’s photoshoot had faked. The spluttering pleas of mercy from Tonks continued to be ignored by the witches present.