"...eat me out."

Hilda stares up at her, dumfounded, as her face burns in shame at this latest demand.

"You agreed to be my ****," she says, trying unsuccessfully to mask her excitement and arousal. "It's too late to go back now."

Hilda's head is spinning, and her mouth feels incredibly dry. For a split second, she considers refusing the request, but her conditioning as a knight (and an oddly exciting and fluttery sensation in the pit of her stomach) urges her to obey.

Hilda leans forward, and starts crawling on her hands and knees towards her new master as her body trembles ever-so-slightly.

"Gooood girl," Milly says as she starts to undo her robe.

Hilda continues crawling towards her at what feels like a snail's pace, and despite her predicament (or maybe because of it, whispers a tiny corner of her brain), Hilda's shame starts to give way to arousal.

Each time she shuffles forward, her thighs rub together, giving her the slightest tingling of pleasure and causing her most private place to get a little more moist.

Hilda bites her lip, trying to **** the naughty thoughts from her mind as Milly finishes opening her robe, giving her a view of her silky red panties and bra.

Milly catches her starring and decides to give Hilda a little bit of a show, sashaying her hip as she tugs on her underwear, giving herself a bit of a wedgie and revealing some of the downy-soft looking hair around her pussy.

Hilda subconsciously squeezes her thighs together and lets out a little moan as her aroma wafts over her. She's sitting at Milly's feet now, looking up at the woman.

"Milly..." she says, surprised at how weak and needy she sounds.

"Mistress! Call me mistress," the short woman sternly demands as she slides her panties down her legs and then steps out of them.

"Yes mistress..." Hilda says, taken aback at how quickly she responded.

She's starring directly at her crotch now. It's quite hairy, almost furry, and rather fragrant. From this range she has no trouble seeing the moisture clinging to her nether lips and the surrounding jungle.

I'm bigger than her, and stronger than her.

Hilda puts her hands on Milly's hips and positions her face just inches from her mistresses crotch.

I can overpower her and take my things back. I don't have to do this. I don't have to debase myself like a cheap harlot.

Hilda licks her dry lips, staring at the juicy treasure before her. Milly seems to sense her hesitation and puts her hands on her new ****'s head.

Hilda briefly resists as Milly starts to pull Hilda towards her.

"Come on little ****. Do as your told," Milly says, her words sending a pleasurable shiver through her new ****.

Hilda closes her eyes.

You're a knight! A strong knight! The greatest in the land! Resist her! Resist this!

Then Hilda felt her nose make contact with something ticklish and surprisingly soft. That's followed by the rest of her face making contact with Milly's gash.