An experimental nipping bite to her clit, caused Hermione's body to writhe again in pain, dislodging the infernal creature from her face, but the nifflers on her breasts and clit couldn’t be moved by the limited motions available by her chained limbs, their small paws continued tugging at the gold that encased some of her most sensitive areas, while their animal confederates not tangled in her chains, pushed at the golden gauntlet filling her arse. The sensations were too much, as she felt a snout burrow past the metal fist lodged in her rear passage, the articulated fingers splaying to create an artificial pocket of space for the enterprising animal. Hermione collapsed to unconsciousness as Umbridge directed a second niffler to make the same trip into the bound witch’s back passage.