They're in for a long night...

Greta's hair spills loose of its prim-and-proper bun, hanging and bouncing about her shoulders, as she and Belinda make their escape into the woods.

Fear and adrenaline keep the maid from realizing she's running barefoot, in just a slip, bra, and panties (all of them formerly belonging to her completely naked half-sister).

The foliage is thick, and it presents a genuine struggle for the two plus-sized, out-of-shape women. Greta leads the way, guiding her exposed, wheezing, blind queen, while inadvertently shielding the naked and helpless woman from the worst of the prickly thorns and jagged branches that repeatedly seem to block their way.

Greta whimpers and yelps as the cruel plant life pokes and prods at her soft, plush body, but otherwise pays it no mind. The woman is acting entirely on instinct right now; her mind focused entirely on survival.

If it weren't, she might notice the disastrous effect her route through the woods is having on that lovely slip of hers...

Finally Belinda speaks up.

"Please!" She gasps, the sweat flowing from her forehead and stinging her eyes. "No more!"

Greta relents and comes to a stop, panting for breath as tries to get her bearings.