An even greater shame for poor Silvia

The commotion roused Hilda from her erotic stupor, and the sounds, combined with the sudden loss of oxygen, caused her to panic and squirm beneath Silvia.

Her eyes sprung open, only to be treated with total darkness. An intense, musky, and (in her mind, shamefully) arousing odor assaulted her olfactory senses.

She tried to gasp for air, but found her mouth was filled with a creamy, tangy, downright intoxicating liquid that she reflexively swallowed, like what someone in the ocean does when they start to drown.

Of course, she was still buried face-deep in Silvia's hot little box, and all the movement and the vibrations of her own panicked wheezing lead to another, even more intense wave of stimulation to Silvia's most sensitive spot.

Soon the little drow's fear was mixing with a pleasure more intense than anything she had ever felt in her long life.

Her eyes crossed. Her ears wiggled. Her screams of terror gave way to ones of pure ecstasy. Her toes dug into the bark of the tree branch she and Hilda had been dangling on, and curled so hard they tore chunks out of the wood. The dark elf's mind went completely blank.

She was having the greatest, strongest, most intense orgasm of her life, and it was all because of the pathetic human woman who had so completely and thoroughly humiliated her less than 24 hours ago.

Silvia's mind melted as the pleasure and shame clashed within her before completing overwhelming her, and caused her to pass out.