Hermione serviced the entire battalion of snatchers, before she was finally allowed to rest. She had found herself worn out by the simple monotonous job of cock-sleave, each person taking their turn abusing her for their own twisted pleasure. Hermione had no control over anything, once Draco laid her onto the metal mounting frame, displayed to the wide world. Her arse and mouth was left enticingly available for anyone who wanted to take advantage of her bound form.