Hilda tries to cope with her recent experiences

The next three days are filled with sensual, sweet suffering for Hilda.

She wakes up hot and horny, her cunny honey and sweat making the sheets stick to her nude form.

Hilda keeps going over the events of her humiliating adventure in her mind over and over again, unable to think about anything else.

The shame. The powerlessness. Losing control. It... it all felt so good!

The lust-crazed noble spends the next three days in her bed chamber, utterly naked in a cycle of selfish, reckless debauchery.

She wakes up, too horny to think, her pussy aching with need. She starts masturbating to try to satisfy her carnal needs, but her fingers just aren't enough. Soon she starts humping and grinding on anything she can find, but it still isn't enough. Eventually, out of sheer desperation, she starts fucking herself with the knobs on her bedposts while she slips the handle of her dagger (an ancient family heirloom) into her ass, cumming over and over again until she's exhausted and passes out.

Sally repeatedly tries to check in on her, but Hilda has locked her door and refuses to see anyone. She even orders her food to be slid under the door.

Then, after three days of this madness, something changes...