Does she ever!

*Special thanks to Captain Cosmic for inspiring me with his story "Fig Leaf Days." Go read it, it's great stuff!*

"I know exactly what we're going to do," Sally says as a wicked grin spreads across her face, causing the once-brave and mighty Hilda to shrink back nervously.

"W-what are we g-gonna do?" Hilda asks, her knees already starting to shake.

"You're going to march into town, just like that," Sally pokes Hilda in her soft, ample breast. "...and beg for clothes for both of us. It seems like a fitting punishment for such a naughty, dirty girl," Sally says, as her crossed eyes take on a strange, ever-so-slight bluish glow.

Hilda blushes crimson and her hands reflexively squeeze her breast and once-again leaky slit. She's so shocked by the order that she can't even speak, although her ragged breathing and the smell of her sex in the air say more than words ever could.

"Outrageous! There's no way a woman of my standing would ever do such a thing!" Is what Hilda knows she should say, but instead she feels her head nodding in agreement with Sally's plan as her fingers casually sneak a stroke of her gooey gash.

"Good," Sally says as she stands on her tip toes and steals a kiss from her crush-turned-slave. Even this little sign of affection is enough to bring Hilda to her knees, cunny cream running down her thighs and dripping onto the dirt road.

"Oh dear," Sally says in mock concern. "Does flaunting your slutty body get you that worked up?"

Hilda averts her eyes from her mistress, too ashamed (and horny) to bear her glance. "Uh-huh," the ruined knight confesses in a voice barely louder than a whisper.

"Hmmm, we better do something about it then," Sally says. "Stand up."

Hilda struggles to her feet ashamed and hornier than she's ever been in her life.

The former stewardess looks around, struggling to identify anything close up due to her lack of glasses. Finally she sees what she's after and plucks a green leaf from a nearby fig tree.

"Stay still," Sally orders as she comes back to Hilda. "Put your arms at your side."

Hilda blinks, but does as she's told, and then gasps in pleasure a moment later when Sally forcefully gropes her pussy, causing the larger woman to lean forward onto her petite companion.

"There, now you're presentable!" Sally giggles.

Hilda looks down at herself and realizes Sally has stuck the fig leaf to her over her wet, horny, overly-sensitive pussy, and the knight's own juices are making it stick!

"Now off you go!" Sally says as she spins the blushing, mewling Hilda around and slaps her on the ass.

Hilda starts walking away in a lusty daze. She's taking small, mincing steps towards the village, her hands covering her breasts and only a single piece of foliage protecting her modesty.

"Bring me back something nice!" Sally yells as her submissive slave disappears over a hill.