Further humiliation

"I wonder what else she might be hiding..." says one of the other peasants, as if on cue.

This one is a burly man, who doesn't seem to be particularly taken with the duchess's... charms. He walks over to the moaning, shuddering noble woman and stands her up, causing her to squeak in surprise and the peasant she had been grinding upon to angrily object.

"You got anything else yer hidin' girlie?" He asks as he cups the noble's meaty behind.

"I... w-well..." Gwendolyn stammers as her face grows redder and subconsciously strokes herself. "Th-there's plenty of things you could take... b-back at my manor..."

"We'll get to that later," the man says as he squeezes her ass once more. "What on ya?"

Gwendolyn blinks and blushes, squirming as she unintentionally shakes her bare tits to the mob. "S-surely you can see I..." she starts to stammer but is cut off.

"No tricks. Yes, or no?" The peasant woman who had been on the receiving end of the duchess's grinding demands to know.

"I... well..." Gwendolyn gulps as she starts sweating. "Y-yes... b-but..."

"What is it?" The male peasant demands, shaking the despoiled woman.

The naked noble squeals as the violent movement shakes something loose from her person and then clatters to the ground.

Greta gasps in shock and nearly faints while the peasants look on in a mix of amusement and disgust. The duchess nervously smiles, giving a sheepish grin while poor Belinda sits there utterly confused.

"Greta? I say, what's happening?" The nude queen authoritatively commands.