A long, cold walk

The two trudge along silently in the mud trying to comprehend what has happened to them.

*squish* *squish* *squish*

Hilda's mind is reeling with questions.

Why did I just go along with their demands? Why did I cave in so quickly? I'm a powerful, strong knight. Well, I was...

Hilda shivers in pleasure at that thought, a blush spreading over her cheeks.

*squish* *squish* *squish*

Why did I let them spank me like a naughty little girl? Because you are. No I'm not!

Hilda feels her nethers getting wetter and tries to suppress a moan, but isn't entirely successful. Her eyes are starting to glow again...

"Nnng," she squeaks out before bringing her hand from her pussy to her mouth, a decision she instantly questions when she gets a whiff... and taste... of herself.

Her mind drifts back to the numerous humiliations she's endured today; giving everything away, exposing herself like a fool, and pleasuring *and being pleasured by* a group of common bandits like a cheap harlot.

Hilda sighs as she subconsciously licks her fingers clean.

Am... am I just some slutty little pervert that likes to be bossed around? Yes!

Hilda stops and slides to her knees, her eyes glowing, her pussy flowing, and her mouth moaning as she practically cums on the spot.

"M-mistress?! Are you alright?" Asks an incredibly concerned Sally. She had been following behind her lady, as etiquette dictated, but now quickly rushed to her side, her own nudity forgotten as she placed a dainty, yet comforting hand on Hilda.