Sally, her stewardess

A scrawny, bookish woman wearing glasses and dressed in a simple but elegant robe comes out. She keeps her hair done up in a bun, looking like a prudish medieval librarian. It was Sally, Hilda's stewardess. She ran the keep when her master was away.

"By the gods! What's happened to you, milady?" Sally shouts and blushes when she gets a look at Hilda. "Guards! Open the gate! Lady Hilda is in trouble!"

Hilda shivers partly from the cold, partly from the shame and arousal as the porthole closes and a loud grinding sound starts up as the gate begins to open.

No turning back now...

Hilda can't wait to see everyone's faces as she walks into the courtyard.

I left this morning as a powerful, awe-inspiring, fully armed and armored walking **** machine. And now, now I'm coming back as a naked, muddy, sex-starved, horny little slut eager to show myself off and be degraded.

Just the thought of it gives the eager-to-be-disgraced knight another mini-orgasm on the spot, as her legs turn to rubber and she slips to her knees, while making sure her bare breasts and pussy are still on display.

Look at me! Look at me everyone! Look at what a naughty girl I am!

Hilda moans aloud and closes her eyes as the gate grinds to a halt as it finishes opening.

Come on everyone!