Hermione woke to the trademark pain to the back of her neck and crippling pain in her limbs, her body had collapsed sometime during the night leaving her to hang uselessly from her hands putting a strain on her shoulders. She was unsurprised her sex throbbed from her earlier session with Kreacher, but she also felt weak and unrested since collapsing. As she was still blindfolded she could only hear the soft footfall of House Elves scurry around her. She tried to get back to her feet, but her body was lethargic in following her directions, whatever amount of sleep she managed hadn’t been fully restorative she was still exhausted. Her fellow room occupants seemed content to let her struggle ungainly in her bondage, they were clearly otherwise engaged, she could hear the rattle of wheels and the tell-tale sound of metal on metal. It worried Hermione that House Elves sounded so spritely and still full of energy. Little did she know that her trainers had removed most of her nighttime accessories and had been prepping actively for the session at hand. Winky had seen fit to detach the pensieve port from the control port in her collar, before she directed the other Elves to tackle their jobs.