Her actions speak louder than any words

Without saying a word, Gwendolyn opens her mouth and starts to sloppily suck the plug that had been inside her up until a few minutes ago.

The peasants look on in utter shock as the duchess shows them all what type of girl she really is. The peasant woman who is holding the plug, her mouth agape as Gwendolyn stares back at her, the smoldering lust obvious in her eyes.

Greta gasps and swoons, falling backward onto Belinda, much to the queen's distress.

The peasant gulps and clears her throat as she starts to feel a tingle of her own... down below.

"Well... I, I guess that answers that..." she awkwardly declares when Gwendolyn suddenly grabs her by the wrist making her squeak in surprise. The other peasants leap to attention (in more ways than one), but their jumpy nature is put at ease when the despoiled duchess guides the girl's hand to her high-class, soaked, swampy pussy.

"I'm a very naughty girl," Gwendolyn declares, her voice dripping with desire (almost as much as her lower lips are). "And I need to be punished."

The mob cheers while poor Belinda tries desperately to shake Greta back awake.

"I say! Greta? Greta!" The naked queen bossily orders while jostling her only loyal follower.

The poor maid groans as she finds her head resting in the queen's naked lap, the thicker woman's enormous breasts practically smothering her.

The blushing servant sits up, eager to get off of the queen, only to blush and nearly swoon again when she sees what Gwendolyn is doing now.

"Oh my!" the duchess giggles as she finishes stripping the gang's leader on her own (the peasant girl barely even put up a protest!) and sees the effect she's having on the rest of the rowdy bandits. "I see I'm going to need lots of punishment tonight..."

"Um, I don't think it's safe to stay here, your majesty," Greta mumbles as she watches the mob around the duchess starts to slowly strip themselves, shucking their own filthy rags and their freshly purloined outfits carelessly upon the ground.

Gwendolyn is now being bent over a barrel, a cock in each hand as she enthusiastically laps away at the peasant woman's private place.

And that's when inspiration strikes Greta.