More madness, and a bit of just deserts

The two barely-covered women slink about the city hiding in the shadows whenever they can, looking for some means of transport.

Instead all they find are more angry peasants robbing from the rich and leaving them quite poor. Greta spares the juiciest details from the naïve and blind queen, but can't help but get a little hot and bothered by what she can see.

Greta spots Lady Featherbottom in the center of a particularly rowdy mob. One particularly bold peasant girl has grabbed the silk sash from around the lady's waist and is spinning her like a top.

The disoriented noble squeals in fright and confusion as her jewelry and other fashion accessories go flying from her and into the crowd. Then, while the whimpering noble tries to regain her balance, grabby hands start to help themselves to her finely tailored garments, plucking her like a prized peacock until she has nothing left.

Elsewhere she spots Sir Baldrin, the handsome (and rather corrupt) head of the city guard being held down by a gaggle of giggling girls, all of whom are pulling pieces of his armor off one by one. Evidently the girls intend to make him share the fate of his soldiers; a handful of naked guards men and women are being chased through the streets, their faces red and their hands firmly tied behind their backs, leaving their privates totally exposed as armed thugs give chase, laughing all the while.

But it isn't just the rich and powerful being laid low in such humiliating fashion. Greta spots more than few of her fellow servants from the castle, all decked-out in the queen's former belongings, being stripped and spanked by their less-fortunate social equals.

Jenny, Karen, and Belinda's other ex-maids whimper and cry as they are robbed of the fancy gowns and panties they just finished stealing from Belinda.

"We aren't nobles! We're maids! We worked in the castle and decided to help ourselves to the booty," Jenny cries as her elegant gown is pulled over her head and the rings are plucked from her fingers.

"That's what they've all been saying, sister," spits an angry male peasant while his girlfriend pulls the panties right off Jenny's pale and freshly shaved pussy.

"See!" The girlfriend cruelly mocks as she cups Jenny's precious place, eliciting a gasp from the girl. "I told you nobles shaved down there!"

"But I'm not a..." Jenny starts bawling as a crude cloth gag is shoved in her mouth and she's tied to a post next to her equally naked and humiliated comrades (although Nancy, the largest of the maids, seems less perturbed by her predicament and much more interested in making sex eyes at the cute elf tying her up).

"G-goodness!" Greta gasps as she fans herself with her free hand.

"What is it?" Belinda asks inquisitively.

"N-nothing you need concern yourself with m-majesty," Greta lies as she tugs her shirt down once more.

The two hapless hotties practically jump out of their clothes when an authoritative voice suddenly calls out to them.

"Hey you!" The firm voice yells. "Come here!"