unimaginable

Hermione woke up as a collar was being put around her neck, but above all a nausea that materialized into an unusual vomiting that she took for a backlash from the burning of the red-hot iron

An elf tasted the vomit and screamed with Joy,

• baby **** elf come mistress happy

Hermione looked at him as one would look at a madman. When another vomit happened but above all her stomach began to swell with a pain that threw her to the ground.

An elf whipped her so that she could stand up, they brought her a bowl so that she could eat.

• that's good for babies, swallow otherwise! He showed a whip that he cracked on Hermione's hip, drawing a cry of surprise but also satisfaction from her

Another elf brought a bucket

• for vomit nothing must be lost must not be wasted

Humiliated as never before and yet she was overflowing with love for the elves thanks to the mark on her buttock which spread to her the indoctrination of the elves.

Hermione made superhuman efforts not to throw up this food which was certainly nutritious but vile and barely worthy of a dog bowl but also not to know what she would be **** to do with the vomit and also because she wanted the elves to be happy with her.

The elves came to caress her, to drink her milk which came more and more into her breasts causing a pain that only milking by the elves relieved even if they were brutal.