Her original goal of getting a commission with the Wu-Qen commander forgotten, Gwyn found that she was beginning to like Barnacle-Water. Momentarily forgetting her own wedgie, Gwyn eagerly dived into the the average day in Barnacle-Water.
Gwyn dashes past a pair of sidters, ripping their dresses at the waist, being rewarded by their gasps as their makeup barely hid their burning face as their pale bubble butts are put out in open display. Giving rapid whacks to the jiggling bottoms, Gwyn rushes away from retaliation before finding her next target. A guard was fending off a groping citizen, and rushing over to help, Gwyn happily shoved her hand past the loincloth and firmly groped the cheeks of the guard.
Surprised at the sudden intrusion, her red face became an inferno as she was momentarily distracted, allowing the happy citizen to grope her breasts and her front while Gwyn content herself with groping the perky behind. Having coped enough of a feel, she grabbed the frilly pink waistband of her panties and stretched them up the guard’s ass! The happy panda face on it distorting with the fabric.
The guard moaned loudly as her panties rushed from her butt to her neck, and with some grunts Gwyn happily began bouncing the loaning guard’s panties until it barely found a snug home under her nose. Said guard grimaced as she smelled her own butt but was hopelessly aroused when she felt more hands beginning to grope her body as nearby commoners began to congregate around their prey. Gwyn slipped by undetected.
Having swiped a bottle of lubricant from a stall she swiftly freed herself from her wedgie prison and breathed a content sigh as her panties no longer constantly stung her ass. Picking the wedgie swiftly Gwyn tried to find her next victim.
A congaline was being formed steadily as each girl stretched eachother’s panties until it was over the others one’s head, leading to a line with nothing but atomic wedgie, blushing commoners and the odd guard. It was still growing rapidly and they seem to be parading around like a mockery of a dance.
Elsewhere a small collection of what appears to be more elite guards, palace guards likely, tried to firmly push back a crowd of lowborn women, wearing form fitting but protective armor and clothing that showed horrific pantylines, carrying weapons like blunt clubs for butts and hooks for hanging wedgies.
As this was going on Gwyn likewise noticed a tavern nearby, currently both accepting in patrons and kicking out naked, wedgie, humiliated, or all above women out of the establishment. The sign says “The Salty Saloon” A bouncer can faintly be heard saying “How tough are you?” To a line of eager patrons, all of whom were busy competing with each other, embellishing tales or recreating them.
Gwyn winced to herself when she saw a patron have her friends spank her butt raw, but the blushing woman was allowed in while her friends grumbled, being left behind.
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