Yes, but not what she was expecting

"Of course, slave. I haven't forgotten about you," Sally says as she walks over to Hilda and strokes her cheek (and then wipes the various juices and cum off her hand onto Hilda's shoulder). "You should be rewarded for your efforts. Stand up and close your eyes."

Hilda beams with pride at her mistress's praise and eagerly gets on to her wobbly legs.

I can't wait to have clothes again!

The ex-knight sighs and places her hands out in front of her naked and utterly exposed body. "Th-thank you mistress," she says as she closes her eyes, her cheeks blushing a little.

And there Hilda waits, and waits, but her hands remain empty and her body stays bare. Finally she works up the nerve to speak.

"Um... m-mistress?" Hilda asks nervously.

"Shhhh, just... a little... longer..." Sally says and then presses hard against Hilda's horny hole. "There!"

"NNNnnnnnYYUUUUNNGggggg!" Hilda cries out as she cums from her mistress's ministrations, and then sinks to her knees as her sticky honey dribbles down her legs.

"You look perfect, slave," Sally says as she tweaks her humiliated (former) superior's exposed nipples. "An outfit that truly reflects your talents and abilities."

Hilda gasps and opens her eyes, looking down to see she's wearing... the same single fig leaf Sally gave her earlier (only looking much worse for the wear), once again plastered over her pussy and rubbing against her hard little clitty.

"M-mistress..." Hilda mewls, her face turning red as her juices start flowing once again at the thought of being so exposed and humiliated.

"Yes, slave?" Sally says sarcastically as she looks down on the nearly-nude wimp of a warrior.

"C-can't I have m-more?" Hilda pleads, spotting the spare set of clothes lying on the ground behind Sally.

Daala meanwhile has started wrapping the rag that was her turban around her crotch in a desperate attempt to cover her privates.

"I mean... there's a whole other set of clothes right there," Hilda whines even as this latest humiliation fills her stomach with butterflies.

Sally smiles and looks at Hilda's shivering form.