A symbol of utter submission

"B-b-but that's a dog collar..." Hilda stammers and her knees shake, even as she feels her swampy nethers go tropical. "I'm a knight of the realm! Lady Hilda Brandt!"

"I know who you are," Linny says as she puts the collar in the warrior's limp hands. "Which is why you're going to wear this."

Hilda tries to give the shorter woman one of her famous steely gazes, but that steel has been replaced with cardboard, and she soon folds like a box.

"...o-o-okay..." Hilda whispers, utterly defeated.

The pitiful nude noble takes the collar and slips it on, barely hesitating, and then locks it around her neck with a *chunk.* Her heart is beating so fast, and she can barely keep from playing with herself right here.

Why does getting bossed around like this turn me on?

Linny then pulls out a frazzled length of cord, tying it to Hilda's collar.

"P-please," Hilda whimpers. "I can't go around looking like this!"

"You can. AND. YOU. WILL." Linny growls into Hilda's ear, as she forcefully spanks the noble's naughty naked tushie.

Hilda yelps and gasps, practically squirting at this rough treatment.

"W-what about the constable? She'll arrest me again for sure!"

Linny looks behind Hilda. "Oh, I don't think you need to worry about her."

Constable Clara is currently blushing, bare-ass-naked and getting spanked by the three other thieves of Linny's gang.

"Now come on!" Linny insists as she yanks on Hilda's leash, taking her further and further away from the center of town.

Hilda bites her lip and blushes, feeling utterly powerless, despite the fact she should easily be able to overpower this puny punk.

She looks back at the stocks, and sees Hunk, reaching out towards him, but feeling too timid to call out to her would-be-savior.