She was confused and scared about the longing tendril of pleasure that were awakened inside her as a couple of house elves cleaned her abused holes with simple washcloths. This caused her to part her legs ever so slightly. She noticed too late that her legs manacles now clinked against the chains on the floor. Hermione felt the absence of the stimulation of the two house elves who abandoned her pleasure to shackle her legs open completely. To her eternal shame, she felt her lust grow as her splayed legs offered the busy house elves unimpeded access to allow their returning fingers to probe her deeply. She could feel the subtle heat building as the glimmer of an orgasm was being built towards. Hermione moaned at the sudden lose of the exploring touches which had been tempting her, she felt a wave of shame wash over her as she fought to control her disappointment at being denied the opportunity to reach the slow pinnacle of pleasure after her ordeal with her rutting parents.