A flick of a wand, meant Hermione was flipped casually to lay on her stomach, the air from her neck breathing tube seemed warmer and more fetid from this obstructed position. A hand behind her kneaded her arse, before testing non-existant resistance to the probing of blunt fingers. Hermione missed the fullness of her ass gauntlet and Draco’s pussy punishing sphere, she heard the clattering of some metal behind her and she hoped she would soon be full again, at least that would be a consolation.Hermione felt despondent when the trolley items came in full view, it had nothing that resembled a dildo or plug, the contours of the dark metal were a comically large feminine shape, almost like a large metallic bustier. She imagined it was not unlike some of the corsets she had been forced to model previously. It was hard for her mind to reconcile that this oddly shaped metallic armour was presumable meant to fit on her.