The target of the House Elves changed to her unprotected breasts. Small hands alternated between sharp pinches and harsh kneading. Hermione recognised Kreacher as the House Elf in charge. He stood on a makeshift platform to allow him to make easier eye contact with his prisoner. He pulled at her mouth dildo with a gleeful tug, allowing the ribbons of saliva dribble from his captive’s mouth. "Training is about to begin Mudblood, only regulation tools will be used, the Engineer’s measurements have proved you can fit a wizard size dildo into your slutty mouth, you will not be allowed coast through your training". With the aid of a second house elf, Kreacher presented her with a large golden dildo, feeding it into her mouth, pushing it past the small struggles of her gag reflex. She could feel the groove marks of her new flatten teeth perfectly aline to the contours of the gag. With cruel abandon the house elf crushed her left nipple in the vice-like pincer of his sharp fingers, he smiled in satisfaction as the size and girth of the mouth dildo absorbed almost all of the pained screams.