Kreacher’s smugness was sustained now that his trainee was irrevocably bound to the golden frame, he knew that time, tiredness and gravity would all play in his favour. He could initially detect the small rocking motion of her body synchronised to the steady slurping on her dildo gag. He could see this movement telegraphed through to her tits causing the nipping bite of the clamps to pull cruelly on her nipples. He arranged for the full length mirror to allow the captive to enjoy the sight of her own predicament. The dildo impaled deep in her core and the taut chains on her breasts kept her on tiptoes, a situation that could not last indefinitely. Her resolute determination meant that she hung mutely watching herself in the mirror, careful not to move if she could avoid it. After a short time her legs were quivering with the strain until she could no longer avoid the inevitable. Not wanting to give Kreacher a further reason to smile, she lowered herself deliberately on the training rod, avoiding the spectacle of collapsing into it. Hermione was in a world of pain, as her full weight was put to bear on the phallus firmly stuffed inside her, as the twinking chains attached to her taut nipple-clamps dragged her sore nipples upward in counterbalance.