Hermione waited in trepidation for the matching breastplate but it seemed like her arsehole was her body part currently under scrutiny. A long frustratingly narrow plug was feed into her back passage. Hermione’s shame deepened as she longed for a more substantial anal intruder, to stretch her ruined hole. She would have groaned in frustration if she had been capable, the device inside her lengthened, before oscillating internally, the rippling pulses teasing mercilessly, but not enough stimulation to give her relief, only endless discomfort.