“Hahaha that sounds like a great idea sugar.” Says Zelga, winking at the disgraced lordling. In fact, that seems to pump the Orc up, seeing as how she began to happily flex her muscles and bare her teeth. Alexia chuckled nervously at the development but steeled herself.
Gwyn began regretting her idea once she realized how they were going to be presented when she felt her panties once again shoot up her butt, crossing her legs and closing her eyes in pain at the unfamiliar feeling.
Alexia likewise began to yelp as her own panties were launched once again up her butt, although her light blush hinted at a more mixed feeling.
And with that Zelga marched into the camp entrance with a confident swagger, easily intimidating a pair of confused sentries, two wolf beastkins likely chosen due to their excellent sense smell.
“Halt! Who goes there?” Said the one to the left, holding nervously a short knife with a blunt end and the other was holding a long wooden staff.
“My name is important beast, take me to your leader, now.” With that Zelga began to steadily approach their position, easily pushing aside the two stupefied guards. One of them tried to stop but Zelga simply dropped her baggage and slapped the guard hard enough to cause her to flip around and onto the ground.
This proved to be her undoing as her leather leggings were suddenly jerked downwards, leaving her blue granny panties with sheep led on them sticking out prominently. Zelga in one full swell swoop stretched them into oblivion, her natural strength and fury easily making the thick waistband reach her neck at astounding speeds.
The poor wolfgirl felt her eyes water as her ass was immediately on fire. It was the most painful thing she ever felt in her life, not even her boss’s punishments felt this horrible! Fortunately it was ended short, unfortunately Zelga decided to go for the infamous atomic wedgies.
With resounding snap the wolf girl had her panties snapped over her head and under her nose, and due to beastkin’s fine sense of smell the poor bandit was able to smell the stench of her butt very clearly. She desperately clawed at her face but the tears glued her panties to her, leaving her trapped. Licking her lips she stared at the other wolf girl, who was rapidly paling and backing up. Holding up her hands the beastkin rapidly said she’d take her to their leader.
Nodding Zelga beckoned her party members to follow her and before the wolf girl could do anything else she stiffened when she felt Zelga grip her waistband, not enough to fully wedgie yet but enough for one to feel it.
With their new captive in place the party marches through the heart of the camouflaged bandit camp. Using a clever knock signal, a hidden door opened up, and the bandit stared bemused at the sight of her companion at the mercy of an intimidating Orc and two “captives”.
Once they explained the situation they made it inside proper. Unfortunately “cargo” were to be herded into the cells and holding areas, while Zelga was to collect her reward and go to the boss herself. Unhappy but surrounded fully now by armed and dangerous bandits Zelga agreed and Gwyn and Alexia were separated from her. The bandit with them was a bored human who seemed to have done this numerous times already, unlocking the door and roughly shoving them both inside, but not before giving them both quick smacks on the ass.
Blushing Gwyn turned around but the door was locked now, an iron barred door with a lock that would require tools she currently does not have to pick it. Sighing she and her new friend turned to look at their new environment whilst Zelga hopefully plans to save them.
It was a standard castle dungeon really, minus the rabundance of weeds and other plant life. Vines have even begun to deep through the iron bars, being the only sunlight in the dark prison. There was a big open space, while surrounding it were cells. Doors long since rusted apart though, so now they served mostly as bedrooms with a broken down bed or mattress placed in them for the prisoners.
So far there were a dozen different prisoners, most of them human peasants it seems from the remains of their clothings but a few appear to be other races, mercenaries likely. Corn was a place of mercenaries after all.
Perhaps they could be some use?
Nearby Alexia was busy shoving the stretched remains of her panties flowing out of her waist like a cape back to its proper place, so grabbing her Gwyn devised a plan
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