If Hermione harboured any hope that there would be any small respite to the humiliation of training, this was dashed by her break for feeding. With her arms uselessly pinned behind her back she wondered how this would work. The clit leash tethered her to the ground, forcing her to stay low on her knees. Even as Winky approached her with a feeding tube, Hermione could scarcely understand what was happening, as the tubing was feed down her nasal passage. Her body rebelled trying to fight against this latest intrusion, but she had vanishingly small scope for movement and when Winky intubated her with another tube, Hermione’s body felt like it might shut down with shock. Yet again Winky proceeded to torment the prisoner with further indignities, she could feel the clips on her pussy lips being stretched downwards until they were anchored to the ground just like her clit, with the posture collar Hermione had to interpret the various aches and pains now racking her body, rather than visually confirm, she could not move for fear of exacerbating the existing stabbing pain in her sex.