Give me your clothes

"Your clothes," Hilda says. "Give them to me."

The troll seems to squirm a little, as if she was feeling embarrassed. "B-but Mistress! What would I wear then?" Her voice was getting back to normal, and didn't sound so monotone.

"You... uh... don't need clothes. You're a ****!" Hilda declared, trying to sound commanding.

The troll seemed to squirm and shiver at this a little, but began to obey. First, she started to unwrap the rag she used to cover her breasts. As the cloth was unraveled, the troll let out a bit of a sigh, and her breasts appeared to grow.

She must have really been smooshing them down.

With the cloth out of the way, Hilda was getting quite a view. The troll's green breasts were quite large, even for a big girl like her, and they were capped with red nipples.

Is she blushing? It's really hard to tell with green skin.

"Good job ****, now the rest," Hilda commanded.

The troll hesitated, but obeyed, tugging on a knot in the front of her loincloth, undoing the makeshift garment.

It was a little ripe, but Hilda wasn't feeling too picky at the moment, and at least this meant she had something to wear now. She scooped up the clothes and was getting ready to leave when the troll girl cried out.

"Mistress, wait! Didn't you say you were going to use your slut ****?" The troll asks, a tinge of arousal and... hope(?) in her voice.

Hilda looks the troll girl over and sees her nipples are hard and her red-haired pussy appears to be glistening in the sun...