The Quest For Hilda: Hilda's story

Linny leads Hilda away from the village square, parading the naked noble through town on the way back to her gang's hideout.

The nude woman shivers in shame as she contemplates how on earth she ended up like this as passers-by taunt and tease her.

"Has she no shame?!"

"Who knew Lady Hilda was such a harlot?"

"I can't believe I used to look up to her!"

"Ooooh, she can conquer me any day!"

Hilda's breathing gets faster as her body gets hotter. Juices are flowing down her thighs now, leaving a delicious snail trail as she and Linny walk along. The air is filled with the unmistakable scent of her arousal, and more than a few people turn their heads and snicker at the mewling noble as they walk by.

Hilda tries to cover herself with her hands, but Linny is having none of that.

"Arms at your side, ****, or I'll tie them behind your back!" The scrappy little thief barks.

"P-please..." whimpers Hilda, her knees shaking as she struggles to keep standing. Her strength evaporating like the morning dew on a sunny summer day. "I...I can't go on. It's too embarrassing!"

The knight's legs give out and she slips to her knees, mud coating them as she pants like a dog in heat. Hilda's hand goes to her sopping cunny as she starts playing with herself, no longer able to resist temptation.

Seeing the once-powerful warrior reduced to such a simpering submissive slut is too much for Linny to handle. She squeezes her own thighs together and tries to suppress a lusty moan of her own.

"*sigh* What AM I to do with you, slut?" Linny moans. "I think you need to be punished..."