Failed escape

Geraldine stared at the crowd of angry peasants. "I can't imagine I'll receive civilized treatment from you lot; I'll take my chances!"

With that, she tried to run again. But the "huntress" was incredibly skilled. The whip cracked, and wrapped itself around the advisor's ankle. Geraldine tripped, and fell to the ground, her face making contact with a pile of mud. By the time she picked her head up, and wiped her eyes, grimacing, Glenda was already above her, and slammed a heavy hunting boot down on her butt. "Sad...I don't think that was mud, you old witch."

Glenda looked up, confused, but one of the horses of her carriage whinnied nearby. "At least your dress didn't get too messy," Glenda observed, letting Geraldine pathetically climb back to her feet. Geraldine spat, and wiped her face, "Disgusting! Repulsive. Bring me some water right now." "And that's good," the princess added, ignoring her pleas, "because Holly needs some new clothes."

Geraldine looked up, "There's no way a peasant slut like that could wear this finery." "Well," said Glenda, "there's no way a court slut like you should be allowed to wear it. Off. Now." Glenda held her chin up in refusal. Holly came rushing forward angrily, but Glenda gestured for her to wait. Then, she took the jeweled circlet off the muddy-faced woman and let her hair loose. If it hadn't been for the "mud," she'd have looked even more alluring.

"Strip. Now. Or I'll show you some of what I've learned hunting wild animals." Geraldine sighed, and started, very slowly, to unclasp her cloak. Glenda nodded to Holly, who came over and punched the noblewoman in the stomach, stunning her before carefully pulling the dress off of her.

When the dress had been removed, Holly stepped aside and put it on herself, giving the crowd the first look of what Geraldine wore underneath. There were some black thigh-high stockings, that squeezed the top of her unexpectedly chubby thighs. Her backside was encased in a pink garment that seemed thick, and stiff, but was adorned with little ruffles. Above, some flesh that looked trapped and pinched intervened between those unusual panties and what seemed to be a serious girdle. Sitting on top of that was an equally curious pink bra, that had large, opaque cups.

Holly finished getting dressed and returned to the crowd. Taunting the noblewoman with the others. But Glenda seemed very intrigued. "Well, now, those are some curious undergarments. Perhaps we need to explore further." The peasants cheered.

Geraldine fell to her knees, tears falling from her eyes, leaving streaks down her soiled face. "Please, I beg you, let me go. Don't take anything more from me."