Hermione wasn’t sure how long she had hung limply on the rack. Her body was still held taut, but her limbs clearly weren’t being stretched any further. She could hear Umbridge barking orders to Dennis, long before they re-entered the secret room. As her hands and feet manacles were unlocked from their bindings, she was forced upright by the hands tugging on her collar. She stood on unsteady feet, as Umbridge fussed about making her ready, making a show of trying to fit the chastity belt from the night of Hermione’s capture back on her abused sex. The older witch enjoyed seeing how the overstretched and over-stimulated flesh groaned uncomfortably at the latest indignity. Pudgy hands strained to get the metal diaper locked onto her squirming charge. Conversely Hermione’s abused holes now felt cavernously empty after long hours of conditioning by the elf training that enabled her to accommodate increasingly larger intrusions. The tight confines of the cold chastity belt, was unpleasant in the extreme, this feeling was heightened as she was bundled into a full frame cage. The iron bars conforming closely to her curvy body. Unlike Tonks bondage, Umbridge seemed willing to leave her current captive maskless. However she did see fit to direct that the previous ball gag was replaced by the larger dildo, quickly muffling any noise, if her captive managed the energy or wherewithal to complain.