* * * * * Next Chapter Preview * * * * *Hermione struggled to regain consciousness, feeling a doozy of a headache radiating through her skull, suspiciously located where the collar was fused to her neck. It matched the pain in her lower back which was exacerbated by being locked into her current semi-seated position . She could feel her most intimate areas were purposely set on display. Her feet were splayed, secured wide apart by stirrups, the reclined chair dipped alluringly to present an unobstructed view of her bosom. She could feel the strong wide straps forcing her body to stay down, strapped in place, unable to move her arms to preserve her own nonexistent modesty. * * * * * End Preview * * * * *