The public defrocking of Mitra

Lydia runs down the woodland roads, getting a lot more attention than she wanted.

"Nice panties, princess!" someone shouts.

"Quick, snap a picture!" someone else says.

The princess turns down a path into the thicket, **** for a hiding place. She takes cover behind a bush as a pair of young elves come up the other way.

"Hey, look!" says one of the kids. "That lady's got no pants on!"

"Kids, you need to help me!" she says.

"I can see your underpants," says the other kid, with a laugh.

"Please don't look at my underpants! There's a very bad man trying to take my clothes off. I need you to help me hide from him."

"Somebody wants to take your clothes off?"

"Yes. I don't suppose you could let me into that silo over there, could you?"

"We could. But there's already somebody in there."

"What?"

"Another girl with no pants wanted to hide. Near as I figure, it didn't do her much good, either."

It was right about then that Lydia hears a scream come from the silo. A pair of her hunting mates emerge, carrying the squirming body of Mitra between them. One has her by the boots, the other has her by the tunic, pulled up over her head. While the princess watches, they shake her out of her outer garments to leave her in nothing but her plain grey underwear. Mitra tries to get up and make a run for it, but finds herself caught up by the bindings she had used to tie her breasts down. A good yank, and a modest set of breasts with dark purple nipples jiggle free. Her panties leave her plump purple ass shortly thereafter.

"Don't worry, Princess!" one of the guys shouts to Lydia as he hogties the frantic naked girl. "We'll catch Aria and strip her naked in no time!"

"Wow! She's naked!" marvels one of the elf youths.

"Is that what a vagina looks like?" says the other. "Because it's awesome!"

Lydia swallows and turns to flee the scene.

Then a hand closes around her arm.