The stripping of the guard

A stampede of naked nobles, despoiled workers, and freshly-fleeced guards suddenly scurried past the drow, their jiggling cheeks and alluringly sweet meats completely uncovered.

The nude herd of former movers and shakers unintentionally paraded their pale flesh for all to see as they desperately tried to escape the further wrath of what was coming up behind them:

The largest, angriest, and certainly grabbiest mob of peasants the city had ever seen.

The king and his imposing drow lover each froze in their place as they finally acknowledged the fate awaiting them.

In a flash, the tidal wave of angry and poor peasants descended upon their latest, soon-to-be-not-so-wealthy victims, eager for a chance to take some little bit of treasure.

The drow warriors and their royal charges were soon surrounded with no hope of escape. Pooky the drow matron let out a tiny, cute squeal as she clung to the king while peasants fell upon them all like locusts.

Each drow squeaked in surprise as the mob lifted them off their feet and jostled them about. The elite warriors could feel grabby hands pulling at straps and undoing buckles, but were powerless to stop them. Boots were pulled off dainty little feet. Jewelry was plucked from fingers and those long, graceful ears.

The warriors whimpered and whined while Pooky practically came a couple times as her own naughty fantasies played out.

Soon the drow matron was moaning in delight and practically encouraging those stripping her to continue and take more from her as they plucked and pulled at her outfit, revealing not the rock-hard, sculpted body of a warrior queen, but the soft, plush, ample curves of a well-fed, pleasure-seeking courtesan, or perhaps a certain recently despoiled queen...

Of course, it wasn't just Pooky facing the sticky fingers of the groping peasants. The king was quickly carted off to who-knows-where, while Pooky's so-called elite guards were revealing (and just as quickly surrendering) their elite undies.

Soon the air was filled with the embarrassed high-pitched squeaks, squeals, chirps, and even moans of the drow as those fine, soft spidersilk panties that had gently caressed and supported their most precious of places were ripped and torn from them.

Many of the warrior women mewled and blushed as the once-mighty tigresses revealed themselves to be little more than frightened kittens.

More than a few of them even had shamefully cute secrets of their own revealed to the ravenous crowd. Some in the form of plump tummies plopping forth as the women were deprived of their fine silken girdles, others in the form of petite chests as their padded bras were plundered from them and others still in the form of naughty private piercings and slutty tattoos that had until now all remained hidden.

Soon the dust settled and the whole squadron of formerly fearsome drow was left completely naked and powerless as the locusts moved on in search of further prey.

Some stood there in shock, every curve and sag of their bare bodies on display (and much appreciated!) for all to see. Others tried to cover their formerly private treasures with dainty hands, sometimes cupping their precious pussy, or trying to conceal a flat chest or a plump tummy. Others still simply ran off or slowly skulked away, hoping to hide their alluringly nude selves from further humiliation.

And in midst of this sea of delicious drow booties were two massive, pale pasty moons.

Greta and Belinda clung to each other's now completely naked form. Evidently the mob was greedy enough to swipe anything it could get its sticky fingers on.

It was all gone. The power, the money, the servants, the clothes. Everything.

A cool, gentle wind blew across her nether regions making the gentle bimbo coo.

"Is... is it over?" Belinda quietly asked as she squeezed Greta's soft, ample ass.