Kreacher continued to play with the new gag, insisting that it was locked to its tightest setting around the prisoner’s head. While the other elves continued tenderising the captive’s breasts, their leader took the opportunity of introducing a further feature of the new muzzle. He showed Hermione a pink viscous substance, commenting how the potion master had tested the concoction on a myriad disposable muggles before he perfected the correct gooey consistency. The House Elf placed the tubing into the purpose built hollow through the dildo. He watch a shudder of disgust from Hermione as her unconscious suckling motion dragged a squirt of the pink ooze to trickle down her unprotected gullet into her stomach. Kreacher didn’t bother to ask if she knew the concoction was a slow release lust potion, it hardly mattered he could only hear her slurping noises, she wasn’t in any position to stop this or any other training device. He was far more concerned that the prisoner could see the large clear receptacle that the pink tube was fed from, it would be a cruel-way to mark the slow lingering time of her training.