Something nice

Hilda closes her eyes in terror as Linny pours the vial down Hilda's bare chest.

It... actually feels kind of... nice? And it smells good too.

"This is Moba Oil," says Linny, as she and the other thieves start to rub it all over Hilda.

When did they untie me? I can make a run for it! MMMMM. Well, maybe in a little bit.

"We swiped it from some dumb noble while she was taking a bath," says Tina. "It costs a fortune, so you should definitely be grateful."

Hilda lets out a moan as four pairs of hands spread the stuff all over her body. They touch her everywhere from her neck and shoulders, to her breasts, ticklish tummy, and her legs.

"Everywhere the oil touches tingles and burns at first, but in a good way. Then things start to feel really good," sys Bev as she gently cups and then squeezes Hilda's soft, slappable ass.

As if on cue, Hilda's body starts to feel warm, then extremely sensitive. Even just the lightest of touches to her arm, or her thigh are feeling as pleasurable to her as when she *ahem* 'takes care of her own feminine needs.' Soon she's moaning and cooing with reckless abandon, all thoughts of shame washed away in a sea of pleasure.

"Looks like she's getting into the swing of things," says Nelly as she rubs the oil into Hilda's feet, even getting between her toes. "Do you think she's ready boss?"

"I reckon so," says Linny as she runs the oil over her hands and stares at Hilda's crotch. So far, none of the thieves had touched Hilda's pussy, which meant all that clear liquid shining on her lips and in her bush must have come from thing else. That was about to change though. "Take her over to the wagon."