Winky switched out the comforting girth of the golden gag, for the clinical o-ring, her small hands reached easily into the captive’s mouth, wrestling with a resisting tongue pulling the muscle up and out, ignoring the resultant sounds of distress. The pain of hundreds of microscopic barbs piercing her tongue caused a violent exhalation of spittle from the open gag, as the house-elf continued to tug at the tongue, Hermione could only emit pained mewling noises as drool dribbled copiously from her wide open mouth. After the initial stinging pain receded Hermione could sense the source of her newest pain, the metallic taste in her mouth wasn’t just blood, something cool and metallic jacketed her tongue. Her suspicions were confirmed as Winky’s continued ministrations only stopped when she had pulled the captive’s stretched tongue out past her O-ring the tongue encasing device now hooked to a leash, pulling the muscle agonisingly upwards. The additional torture of this new stretching bondage was soon apparent to the trainee, as she fought to control her sobs, even the smallest movements caused terrible pain to radiate through her mouth, she forced herself to take tiny breaths for fear of adding to the stretched torment of her tongue.