The House Elf’s goading spurred the prisoner back onto the very tips of her toes, but her success was shortlived when she was forced back down onto the oversized implement, by her still cramping feet. Kreacher knew from earlier torture victims that the real show would begin now. Hermione had come to a similar judgement, as her body would not comply with her weak efforts to rise up again. She tried little shifting movements and rocking her hips to try to allay the unbearable pain of the dildo. "That’s it mud-slut, ride that rod good". Kreacher gave her a mocking clap before giving her nipple chain a quick tug. The additional torment in her breasts, caused her body to frantically try to right itself. Her hard fought equilibrium was dashed by this cruel treatment at the hands of the House Elf. Beyond conscious thought, her body came to the conclusion that as long as she kept moving, nothing could hurt too much. With the help of the potion she’d imbibed her increasingly wanton movements were becoming more about seeking pleasure than avoiding the trade off of painfully yanking of her breasts or stuffing her pussy. The small motions quickly escalated into full slutty gyrations, as her jerky up down motions, only proved to accentuate the tumult of feelings as she felt disgusted as the mirror showed a plain image of her rutting on the stationary dildo. She worked herself up and down until the building pleasure became too much. Her body collapsed with a deep orgasm, her body ground into the dildo as her nipples were pulled sharply by their chains. Kreacher left her in place to ride out the cascade of pleasure, letting the cameras capture the ignominy of her body’s further betrayal, as she hung limply her juices dripping below her onto the frame’s dais. Kreacher waited for the torturous dance to start up again.