Without warning, a horde of pirates began pouring out of a corridor, the guards there overwhelmed and being “punished” by the pirates.
Wearing scarlet doo-rags and bandanas to show off their allegiance, these rough and tough girls have poured into the market place and began brawling! It seems that when the people humiliating them aren’t their own peasantry, the guards can be quite effective! Their libido their ultimate defense, these women had no fear of diving right into the conflict, eager to both receive and dish out punishment!
The pirates were wearing simple brown leather pants and vests over a top of a mismatch of colored tunics. Their panties weren’t as embarrassing or big as the Wu-Qen but a few still managed to make Gwyn giggle.
However Gwyn was still stuck in an atomic wedgie and seeing an easy target, a trio of pirates had attacked Gwyn! The Fire Serpents tackles Gwyn to the ground, taking the halfelf by surprise!
Dazed by the impact, she was hopeless to stop the pirate from making her atomic wedgie worse! Being lifted up by the leg holes, Gwyn squirmed and kicked, hitting the woman in the crotch and causing her to double over. Her two friends held you down though and the vengeful pirate looked at you with humiliation in her eyes.
She laid her hand on Gwyn buttocks and began rubbing them, causing the elf to shiver, before smacking the cheeks firmly, watching as it jiggles from the impact. Smirking she did it again and again, tanning Gwyn‘s bottom until it was as red as their gang colors.
They were in the midst of turning her atomic wedgie into a double when they were surprised by some guards! Though their own panties were already firmly wedged up, the brave (and horny) women threw themselves onto the pirates and began brawling viciously, tearing clothing and smacking flesh.
Gwyn began crawling away rapidly, before standing up and sprinting to a stall and taking cover behind a shelf. She fixed her twice as large panties now and rubbed her sore bottom and began looking around.
Due to the intensity of the fighting, Gwyn could not help but be distracted by all the things happening, noticing the atomic wedgies being prolifically thrown around and the jiggling, spanked bottoms. She felt a tap and turned around to see a fearful orc looking at her. Surprised and scared Gwyn began backing up before the Orc waved her hands around rapidly.
Pausing, Gwyn waited for her to respond. And realized that the skin tone and more human features told her that this Orc was in fact a Half-Orc.
“Elf. Need help. Loona help. Loona strong. But Loona hate wedgies! Elf help? Elf help, Orc help too.” Gwyn mulled it over in her head before shaking the offered hand. For now though, they need to get out of the market place fast!
Her new ally, Loona, was rather short for an Orc and had an interesting brand in her forehead, but the time for observation was interrupted! The Palace Guards have arrived and began fighting indiscriminately against peasants and pirates, regaining lost ground. And something tells Gwyn that they will wedgie her and Loona as well!
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Name: Loona
Age: 21
Race: Half-Orc
Class: Rogue
Height: 5’5
Bust: D-cup
Booty: Big and bouncy!
Eye color; Brown
Hair: Black, braided intricately long
Outfit: Leather pants and tunic, with a bearskin bra on top.
Undies: Like many Orcs, half or not, Loona fantasizes about being a pretty princess, reflected in her choice of panties. Currently she has on a large pair of frilly bright pink granny panties covered with patterns of emerald jewels.
Weapon: a powerful, iron studded club, useful for knocking out people and smacking butts!
Bio: Raised by an oppressive Orcish stronghold after her tribe had given her up as punishment for a failed raid, the Half-Orc was turned into a slave for her scrawny size and impurity.
Considered small by Orc standards, Loona was mockingly names as such for her mannish appearance, although the intelligence of the Orcs were questionable and thus could not spell “Luna” correctly.
Regardless, young Loona lived the life as a slave, toiling away in the lush fields or choking mines, wedgied by everybody above her and even stronger slaves! She was the lowest of the low and was considered property. Due to the shade of her skin being a light grey, many knew she was a half Orc and as such, considered a snaga, or slave.
Being smaller then most, and incredibly meek, Loona often his rather then fight like many did. She lost status for it but as a slave, what did status even mean? She hid, and got better, especially since her skin let her blend into the shadows easier and her smal stature meant she could effectively hide more. But pure strength wins with Orcs, as she is often hanging from the sign posts by her panties.
One day, while the chattel were being transported overseas, the ship had been attacked by pirates. The slaves were accidentally freed in the fighting and many escaped on rafts and boats as the fighting grew fierce. Loona was one of them as she struggled to stay afloat on a piece of drift wood. Freed but on the run, she made her way offshore and into Barnacle Water by accident.
Already abused and humiliated, she was not in a good position. Time will tell if things get better.
Regardless, due to her life as a slave and also her heritage as a half Orc, she is very shy, meek, and submissive. Many wedgies will leave her frozen in pain and shock but as the wedgies continued to mount she began getting used to them.
Having made her way towards the market place, she had been in search of food when the place erupted into chaos. While hiding behind some stalls, she saw the most beautiful sight she ever did. An elf! It did not matter that she was a halfbreed, but the sight of the elf, even in such humiliating clothing and state, stunned Loona.
Something about the elf just intrigued her and Loona couldn’t help but try and talk to her. This is Loona, and this is the start of her story.
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