Winky couldn’t help but be impressed that the Mudblood lasted as long as she did, she had seen many other captives fail in half the time. Although she won the informal wager, this would not afford the current prisoner any special dispensations. She worked slack into the chain hooked to the metal device encasing her tongue, to allow the unconscious witch to be laid on the ground. The other house elves removing the mono-glove, after hours in the forced positions her petrified arms seemed frozen in place. The elf trainers then moved the arms disinterestedly, careless of the pain that they might cause forcing the blood-flow back into previously bound limbs. With the prisoner now laying exposed on the floor, the labial clip and clit tube were removed, the House Elves continued to pulse these extremities pulling them taut so that more ointment was coated on every inch of the exposed intimate skin to increase the bound captive’s sensitivity.