Winky enjoyed the mewling noises that spilled from her captive’s mouth, each pinprick of a needle caused low duress-soaked moans. Winky was glad the treatment wasn’t over, even when she had placed the final pin into the abused breast-meat. She called for help, directing the nipple clamps to be pulled backwards so she could impale some special larger needles into already sore nipple flesh. Once the clamps were removed, Winky could see the nipple flesh was twitching in pain just like the mudblood's heaving breasts. She capped the nipples with an oversized needle right dead centre in the mound of abused flesh The tone of distress was now much more satisfactory, she savoured the sounds of suffering before she went to finish off the last steps of setup before the breast training would begin.