A combination of conditioning to follow orders and fear of her former teacher made Hermione rush to comply with the command. A pained bleating noise escaped the prisoner’s open maw, as the stinging pain on her back reverberated as the tattoo had made contact with the hard surface. She lifted her pelvis, to assuage the throbbing pain in her back. "Arthur, this hungry little cunt is presenting her love button to you, can you be a champ and coat her clitty and slit, while I tackle her mouth". Hermione couldn’t articulate any complaints as she felt her tongue being spelled rigid, watching as Snape gave the muscle a quick tug to pull the appendage to stretch to its maximum length. Hermione could feel the coarse hair of a brush slather a further layer of ointment on her pussy lips before Arthur worked on her clit. "Nice, Arthur. I think you will be able to help me here, I’ll take your brush, there is another brush on the table". Snape dipped the used brush straight into Hermione’s mouth, testing if the muscle relaxant had worked sufficiently to overcome the prisoner’s gag reflex. With a renewed gusto, Arthur worked in tandem with Snape to coat the captive’s throat, mouth and tongue with the ointment. The Potion Master’s fastidiousness ensured every centimetre of Hermione’s mouth was covered as he plunged his brush down the captive’s throat and over her rigid tongue before applying more potion while he finally worked the ointment onto the prisoner’s lips with broad brushstrokes.