Gwyn’s elf ears stood up like devil horns as she sneaked up behind Gerda. She was tall, as was expected of a barbarian woman, but her waist was just the right height for a nice round of panty pulling. Gerda was so preoccupied with the cart she didn’t notice the former owner of her new things sneaking up until it was too late.
”Auntie Gerda!” cried one of the twins.
As Gerda turned around, her undergarments were hoisted upwards by the half-elf. A cape of white flew up to her shoulders in a blink, the power behind the pull uncharacteristic of Gywn normally.
To the group’s collective surprise, the tall woman reacted not with a pained cry or plea for mercy, but a pleasured moan. Gwyn raised an eyebrow, a playful grin forming on her face. With more confidence she clenched the waistband with renewed vigor and wrenched the fabric higher, the stretchy yet durable panties withstanding her attack!
Gerda grunted in pleasure as her granny panties ripped higher up her butt, the Elf had no technique, no finesse, but she can give a solid yank at least.
“Better then my foolhardy nieces sadly, gonna have to teach them a lesson later.” Thought Gerda as her panties steadily reached towards the back of her head.
Gwyn was determined though to have those panties fly over her head! Years of seeing servant girls and handmaidens doing that to each other and guests have always fueled Gwyn‘s fascination with wedgies, alas nobody wanted to deal with the halfbreed. She tried to stretch the grannies further but it was beginning to strain and tear in some places. Gwyn was worried that he panties will break before then but Barbarian underwear so far has been proven to be resilient. Steeling herself she grabbed the legholes and really wrenched them up!
Gerda’s face was sweating a little and she leaned onto the cart as her panties steadily gained ground over head, first slipping over her hair and then beginning to snap right over her eyes. Gwyn smiles and whooped with joy as she was able to securely work her atomic wedgie. Gerda’s face was slightly red, but she had an impressed smile on her face as she turned to her wedgier.
”I must say, girl, you’ve surprised me,” she said, sounding slightly out of breath. “I was thinking you were weak, like other elves-“
”Heeeyy.” Gwyn pouted once more. Gerda continued undaunted, moving her waistband up to her forehead to see clearer.
”-but you surprised me. You can have your stuff back, and I’ll help you reach it.”
The halfbreed squealed as it was once again her turn to be lifted into the air by her panties, but it didn’t feel as bad this time. Did she like wedgies? Gwyn figured she could decide that later. She quickly grabbed her belongings and put them back in her bag (while discreetly taking a paddle for possible later use).
”Maybe you can come with us,” said Freya.
”Yeah, you might make Auntie Gerda your wedgie thrall by next darkfall!” teased Astrid. Gerda though huffed and lightly smacked her rump, which caused her to help and hide behind Freya, who in turn hid her butt from Gerda’s reach.
“That depends. Would I get fur clothes like you guys?” joked Gwyn, eying their form enhancing furs.
“Nuh uh, long ears, you earn these fur clothes.” Said Freya sagely, wagging her finger. “You have to be an extraordinary hunter, one able to hunt the elusive arctic elk for their hide-“
“Or be very sneaky and stealing them from fellow tribeswomen, like me!” Interrupted Astrid, grinning proudly.
Freya smacked her over the head, “You did not! You were caught and Lyanna spanked you silly for it until you were crying for mommy!”
This infuriated Astrid, who growled back at her sister, “And you ended up slipping during your hunt and alerting the entire herd I hear, getting your pretty southern princess panties dragged along by their antlers as they panicked and trampled over you.”
Both sisters looked ready to murder each other, or more likely their panties while Gerda merely sighed fondly, turning to Gwyn and saying,
“Well what do you say Elf? Care to join our motley crew? We could always use an expert archer on the team for our raids.”
Gywn thought about it but before she says anything though.
“Oh by the way I’m a swordswoman, archers are rather stereotypical you know?”
”An elf’s an elf girly. Lithe, petite, tiny. So what do you say? It’d be fun regardless having another girl to wedgie and be wedgies by.” Said Gerda slyly, towering over Gwyn and looking intimidating despite the panties glued over her head.
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Choice 1: Gwyn accepts and squeals as she gets her welcoming wedgie by Gerda whilst the twins fight in the background.
Choice 2: Gwyn declines, stating she must be on her way to adventure. Gerda says goodbye while the twins fight in the background.
Choice 3: Gwyn decides she wants to learn more about Barbarian history first before making a decision (Guide will be added in later)   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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