Next the shallow plug that previously graced her bum-hole was brought teasingly to her face, as one oral device was swapped out for another. Hermonie’s rational mind told her she needed to spit out the new vile intruder as it entered her mouth. It's bitter musky taste revolted her but she found herself sucking on the dirty plug automatically. "Very nice", Arthur Weasley’s tone of delight was clear as he admired the bound witch, "the oral fixation charm, is a useful new feature of the teeth", he tapped the plug allowing it to enlarge to better satisfy her waiting mouth. He smiled paternalistically as Hermione let out an distressed moan, "Hmmm, seems like your slutty mouth is very hungry". He ignored the panic in Hermione’s glassy eyes. He peaked at the memories he was continuing to siphon from the witch, the wisps of current memory were a deep despairing black, he was glad despite external feedback to the contrary with the imprisoned witch sucking greedily on a dildo; she was still petrified and confused.