Hilda has quite the dream

Hilda dreams she is decked out in her best armor, and has an army of fierce warriors behind her.

The enemy is out in the open in front of them, they are still camped in their tents, apparently unaware of their impending doom. Hilda raises her sword and lets out a mighty battle cry, and charges forward, the army right behind her.

But as Hilda runs, a feminine voice speaks to her.

"No, this is all wrong."

Hilda continues to run, as her boots and socks fly apart, leaving her barefoot.

"All this **** and anger..."

Hilda's helmet flies off her head, and exposing her hair as it wriggles free and eventually falls about her shoulders. She continues running forward, still shouting with all her might. The army sounds like its still with her, but is a little... quieter?

"This isn't you. You aren't like that."

Hilda's gauntlets suddenly feel very slippery, and despite her best efforts, they both slide off her hands as she pumps her arms during her run forward. The slipperiness seems to spread, and soon other pieces of the knight's armor are rusting away and falling off, until all that remains of her once impenetrable armor is a flimsy, rusty breast plate.

"You aren't an aggressive person. You want to help people."

Hilda slips and falls, the last piece of her armor shattering when she hits the ground. The confused knight picks up her sword, stands back up and continues running forward in only the padded silk shirt and pants she wears under her armor. It sounds like the army behind her is noticeably quieter, as if half of them have turned back.

"Helping people is so much better than fighting them. You don't like to hurt people."

The buttons on Hilda's shirt and pants fly off, forcing her to slow down and use one hand to keep them from sliding of her body. Despite her best efforts, a strong gust of wind soon liberates her shirt from her, and another slip in the mud causes her pants to rip. She stands back up, dressed only in her bra, panties and corset. Her massive sword still in her hands, but it has lost a good 5-6 inches.

"You couldn't even hurt a fly, if you wanted to. That's not who you are."

Hilda continues to charge towards the enemy camp, completely ignoring her corset as it sprung free from her body, exposing her soft, untoned belly. Her sword has dwindled down to a short sword.

"You are a servant of the people. You love serving."

Hilda was close now, it didn't matter that her bra had snapped and fallen off, leaving her with just a dagger and her naughty thong. Wait, what?

"Just give in. You know you were born to serve. It's the only thing you were ever good at."

Hilda forces herself to keep going forward, even if she was alone now. She's too weak to stand, so she starts crawling towards the nearest tent.

"Yes! Just like that! On your knees like a good little girl. That's where you belong."

Hilda moans out in arousal as her pussy floods her thong and cries out for attention.

"That's it slut. Embrace who you are. Who you really are."

Hilda tears her panties off and starts rubbing away at her hungry hole, but it isn't enough. She needs more. She looks at her dagger, well it was a dagger. Now its a big floppy dildo, just begging to be used. She goes to use it, but something stops her. She needs to get permission to use it.

"Yes, go to mistress. You need her to tell you what do. Without her you are nothing."

Hilda moaned in sexual frustration as the arousal washed over her naked body. She needed to orgasm, but mistress had said no cummies without her approval.

Hilda bit her lip and rubbed her thighs together. "I need mistress to tell me what to doooooo," wailed the naked, crawling woman, her ass subconsciously shaking every time she crawled forward.

"Accept your true nature and be rewarded."

Then she spotted mistress's tent. Hilda practically wept for joy as she crawled over to it, dildo in hand and her pussy leaving a leaky slime trail behind her. She didn't even notice the **** collar materializing around her neck.

"You aren't a knight. You never were. You were just a horny **** waiting to be claimed."

Hilda threw open the tent flaps and screamed for joy. "MISTRESS! I'M HERE! I'M YOURS!"

A shadowy figure emerged from the tent and caressed Hilda's chin like one would a precious pet.

Without even being asked, Hilda sat up on her knees and presented the dildo to her superior.

"Do with me as you see fit," moaned the once proud knight. Her naked body trembling in anticipation as mistress took the sex toy and inched it towards Hilda's hungry little **** cunny.

Hilda bit her lip, anticipating the greatest pleasure of her worthless, slutty life, when she snapped back to reality and opened her eyes.