The twins decoupled her from the rickshaw before they arranged their captive on all fours. Hermione could hear the snideness in their sniggering. She felt the stinging pain alternating on her ass checks as her former friends rained down blows from their beater bats. The embedded manacles on her hand and legs meant she couldn’t dodge the blows, as each hit ricocheted against her upturned ass, she could only whimper into her bridle and bit. The Weasleys brother stopped once Barty Crouch appeared in the doorway, a set of House Elves following in the Death Eater’s wake carrying an array of chains and implements. Barty ordered the House Elves to divest Hermione of her most ostentatious tack. Finally the chains in her pussy were released, allowing her corset to be removed and her pony boots. As the twins tugged at her tail, they worked the oversized dildo-end free from its previous home. The twins guffawed as her gapped arsehole clenched on thin air, waiting to be filled despite her own wishes to the contrary. She could feel George’s finger trace her abused sphincter, his laughing assessment that she was a "Little Whore’