Without warning Hermione felt small hands unlocking her wrist manacles from their frame, letting her body collapse to the floor. Hermione wasn’t clear what indignity she should address first; free herself from the blindfold or to belatedly protect her breasts or abused sex from future treatments. Her first instinct was to cover her nether region still aching from earlier abuse. It didn’t cross her mind to rid herself of the gag, until she could feel an insistent series of tugs pulling her like a reluctant dog on a leash, blindly forward. When the coverings obscuring her vision was removed she was surprised that instead of Kreacher, the smaller elf Winky was the person who had lead her to a new set of apparatus. Hermione found herself quickly trussed up with a mono glove pining her hands painfully behind her back. Perhaps this was punishment for trying to protect her sex. The upshot was now her breasts were forced obscenely forward as she felt a series of buckles locking her arms and elbows together, her hands were no longer able to fend off attempts to prod and poke her. The muscles of her arms and shoulders screamed in pain after the stress of her earlier sleeping arrangement, was outmatched by the new strain her position foisted upon her.