After a few rounds, any possibility of pleasure had dissipated fully, currently the self immolation left only pain, not even desperate jerking motions could eke out any relief, the potion riddled body just continued to writhe on the dildo, he wondered if the witch had freed hands would she tug on the nipple chains to try to evince some new combination of painful pleasure. Kreacher approached the twitching mess of his trainee, to disconnect the nipple chains, he then removed the clamps allowing the previously cutoff blood flow to rush back into sore breasts tips, causing a fresh round of moans. He allowed the training rod’s dildo to be disconnected after it was lowered from Hermione’s cream-smeared hole. With efficiency born of experience he presented the cum-soaked dildo to face his prisoner, it was accepted without protest into the captive’s waiting mouth swapping out one oral invader with another. Hermione was too far gone to notice that the other Elves were busy scooping her pussy juice to add it to the remaining pink liquid receptacle for the imminent reinsertion of the golden gag. In the meantime, Kreacher was adding a frustrating pumping motion working the dildo deeply in and out of her mouth, testing the last remnants of her ever weakening gag reflex, fucking her face fully with the large rod in his hands. Driving home the message that she would be subservient even to House Elves as they were charged to continue her utter debasement.