The training with the House Elves was a relentless mix of short and long sessions, always making sure Hermione’s most intimate areas were stuffed, stretched, poked and prodded. The training plan was careful designed to never follow a pattern or allow the comfort of any routine to form. Sometimes she was blinded other times she was forced to watch each excruciated minute, a modified jinks was placed on her so she couldn’t even blink. The worst sessions were when Winky and Kreacher would team up, but Hermione had lost count of the cavalcade of House Elves who had been co-opted to enjoy the sick training. The lonely interludes between sessions also damaged the captive witch’s psyche, every minute of her ordeal was pure torture, bound in lewd and degrading ways. The training sessions always continued until she passed out or was knocked out by a potion or jinx. Sometimes she woke in a sensory deprivation chamber, other times she drifted into wakefulness when her body was being trussed up in different twisted ways. Sometimes she was left alone for long periods, connected to a pensieve so previous lessons could be replayed for maximum impact and embarrassment.