Hermione’s world shrank to the size of the solid steel sphere that she had clamped down hard on, riding each orgasm out, her body overwrought with conflicting messages from the sweet torture. Finally it stopped when Winky removed the ball from her wet channel, her body now so conditioned to cling to the intruder it took Winky a long minute and the help of a second House Elf to liberate it from Hermione’s snatch. Hermione let her wobbly legs splay lewdly as she collapsed to the floor, spent from Winky’s ministrations. The tubes pumping her breasts offered some resistance but she no longer had the energy to stand. As her crotch sunk inevitably downwards, Winky grinned knowingly as her pet witch-made no attempt to move away to protect any of her slutty attributes, her resistance had been quashed for the time being.