Hermione allowed the tears to flow freely obscuring her view of her own refection, trying to regather some strength to lift herself back to the only available respite on her tiptoes. The ripping pain in her nipples subsided, but she found she could not quiet push herself to her previous height. As he predicted earlier, the inevitable happened (much to Kreacher’s glee) when her ankles started to falter, adding pressure to her numb toes. Her screaming muscles meant she was once again forced to lower herself onto the stationary dildo. This time after one abortive attempt to get back onto her toes, she rocked her hips sideways, exploring if this could relieve some of the bruising torment of the dildo buried to the very hilt of her sex with a sideways motion. Kreacher already knew this was pointless, but he did enjoy the sight of the struggle, adding to the witches torment by commenting on how much she looked like she was enjoying the treatment.