She's hanged!

"Please, no more!", she begged.

But the encroaching goblins paid the puny paladin no heed.

She had easily lost a foot of height, and with it her Amazonian status.

Her breasts had been reduced until they gave the barest hint of femininity and no more.

Her once golden mane was now mousy, thin, and hung listlessly to her slender shoulders.

The only thing she had gained was a noticeable belly and her ruefully long feet.

As she shakily shambled to her feet and turned to flee, her bare feet dirtied by the mud, she slipped and was caught by a loop of rope that wrapped ‘round her ankle and trapped her.

Soon she was hanged upside down, her linen shift, now overly large, flipping over her face before fluttering down to the muck to be swallowed by the brown ooze.

She swung from her big right foot, trying desperately to keep her tender white thighs together so as to hide her crotch and the stray strands of protruding pubic hair that belied the thatch hidden beneath.

"Don't look...", she moaned as her enervated legs quickly gave out, her gusset drawing tight over her camel toe.

As she prepared to pass out from the head-rush her eyes flashed open at hearing thundering horse hooves to see...