It entertains the crowd

Hilda moans like a whore as she leans in to the black-haired woman's caress, squealing in delight, her eyelids half-closed as she feels herself about to cum.

Juices flow down her thighs as her whole body shakes.

I... I'm so close!

The crowd is leering at her, many of them hooting and hollering as this once-proud, powerful, and rich woman now fucks herself on the hand of a stranger in the village square. She's been stripped of everything; her expensive armor, her fancy clothes, even her dignity, but none of that matters now. She just needs to cum.

Just a little more...

Hilda's eyes start to cross as a fiery, fluttery feeling flows through her belly.

Yes! Yes!

And then... it all stops. The black-haired woman pulls her fingers away from Hilda's slimey snatch. The milk maid slaps her on the ass and then steps back. Even the bar wench stops teasing her titties.

"Noooooooooooo!" The wimpy warrior whimpers as she sinks to her knees, eliciting laughter from the lusty crowd watching her humiliate herself.

"My, my, what a pitiful woman," mocks the noblewoman as she examines the remnants of Hilda's cunny honey on her fingers. "How in the world did someone like you, end up like this?"

Hilda's face turns red as she shies away from eye contact with the crowd.

Tell them! Tell them everything!

Hilda's breath is ragged and her face is crimson as she contemplates what to do.

"If you don't tell us, we wont let you cum," says the cruel noblewoman.

"Don't you want to show us what kind of lady you are?" Asks the bar wench as she licks the side of Hilda's face.