Something dirty

Hilda moans in her sleep as she dreams she's back in her keep, decked to the nines in her nicest, most expensive armor as she stands in front of some fellow noble talking about some inconsequential trifle.

"It truly was a sight to behold..." says the noble as Hilda nods her head in agreement.

"I can only imagine what it was like..." Hilda says as several of servants come up to her and start tugging on her armor.

They start pulling it off of her, a piece at a time, but instead of fighting back or even acknowledging it, she just lets it happen as she and the other noble prattle on.

"You must go, when you have a chance," the noble says, not even batting an eye as Hilda's armor is carted away.

Hilda nods in agreement once more, and picks up a wine goblet and starts sipping. Her outer shell is gone, leaving her in fine, tailor-made clothes and expensive jewelry.

She sighs as a sense of freedom and a feeling of lightness comes over her, but she still feels weighed down, by something.

Soon those are being taken from her too, as more people gather around her and start to plucking everything from her. This band of rabble looks worse off than the last batch and is much more forceful.

"I think the best time to go would probably be in the spring," Hilda says as someone rips the wine from her hand. Another yanks down her dress and a third starts pulling her jewelry off. She should feel angry, outraged even, but instead it just feels so... liberating.

Soon Hilda is just standing in her fancy bra and panties as a pair of shadowy hands start playing with her breasts and slipping an exploratory hand into her waistband. She sways back and forth as the hands crudely manhandle her. Her guest is still speaking, but she's finding it too hard to listen over the *schlick* *schlick* *schlicking* of her sopping wet pussy.

Hilda moans and closes her eyes as her whole body trembles in pleasure.

"Oh dear... looks like this one's done for," says the noble, walking away in disgust.

Hilda re-opens her eyes, suddenly panicking as her slides out of her underwear. "W-wait! D-don't go! I-I'm still a highborn, classy woman!"

But the figure vanishes. Hilda turns around and sees a mirror and blushes. She's playing with herself, and she can't stop!

"H-hey! Cut it out!" She wails to herself as her hands ignore her. She watches in horror as her proud, warrior physique starts to fade away with each moan that escapes her lips, and is replaced with a softer, weaker, more... feminine one.

"H-help!" She whimpers as the once-proud knight is reduced to a flabby, wimpy wench before her own eyes. Her cheeks flush crimson as both her uncontrolled hands slide down to her goopy gash and start squeezing, stroking, and pleasuring her horny hole as orgasm after orgasm wrack her body.

Hilda knees buckle after her sixth or seventh one. She feels like she can't go on when suddenly another figure appears in the mirror, standing behind her.

"Sally?" Hilda whimpers as her hands continue to play with her pussy.

"That's mistress to you," the petite woman declares as she wraps a piece of leather around Hilda's neck. "Now get on your hands and knees!"

Hilda immediately obliges, gasping as her body obeys her ex-servant.

Obeying just feels so good... it makes me feel so... free.

"Good bitch," Sally says as she pats Hilda's head. "You're coming along nicely."

The praise and the petting overwhelms Hilda as she creams herself again, screaming like a harlot the whole time as her vision goes black...