Gwyn wasn’t quite sure how she ended up in the back of carriage, but she’s certainly isn’t complaining. Riding in this was much better for her aching feet than walking. All she remember is falling asleep for the night, feeling a sudden sharp pain in her rump, then waking up in the carriage with her panties much more bunched up than she remembers. At first glance, this could be a kidnapping. But after finding a warm cup of coffee and a hot breakfast right next to her, she couldn’t care less.
After finishing her meal, she looked to to her driver, who’s back was turned to Gwyn, the woman’s vibrant auburn mane swishing side to side like a mane as the carriage bumped from the cobbles of the road.
“E-excuse me, who are you?” Gwyn asked, speaking for the first time since was picked up.
”Natasha” The driver answers simply, her thick accent unfamiliar to Gwyn’s ears. Although based on it’s gruffness perhaps it was from the northern areas?
Gwyn pauses for a moment, waiting for the woman to say more, but its clear that the driver says what she needs to.
”Where am I?” Gwyn finally says, hoping to pick the conversation back up.
”On Natasha’s cart! Part of caravan.” Natasha answers, keeping her eyes to the road ahead of her.
”How did I get here?” Gwyn follows up, wanting to avoid another awkward silence.
”Found you during night. Looked cold, hungry. Picked you up. In caravan.” Natasha says in a series of short sentences, a small giggle as she remembered the silly sight of our snoozing hero.
“Lost many guards. Caravan maister need new girls. We go to Pantÿonia to hire more. Natasha find you on ground. Figure, why not pick dork girl along?” She continues
”Did you pick me up by my undies?” Gwyn whines as she now begins to pry her childish panties from deep within her cheeks, her leather pants making it difficult to do so.
A playful grin blooms on Natasha’s face “Da. Could not resist. Very cute undies. It how northpeoples say ‘Hello’ da?” She lets out a loud laugh as Gwyn's embarrassment grows.
”Where are we going?” Gwyn asks, wanting to change the subject.
”Pantÿonia. Like Natasha said. Silly dork. Good things to trade. Very wealthy nobles. Pretty too.” Natasha replies when her giggles die down, a longing look in her eyes.
Gwyn nods her head and was about to find a comfy spot to lay down when she notices a frilly waistband of a certain coach driver poking out in front of her. With a grin, Gwyn doesn't hesitate to reach over and grip the waistband tightly, making sure to brush the northwoman’s back.
Natasha’s eyes widen as she instinctively grips the reins tightly.
“Be gentle.” She quietly begs, knowing fully what’s about to happen.
”Hehehe...what Natasha? This is how we say ‘Hello’ yeah~” Gwyn purrs in Natasha’s ear, making the northern woman shiver from a bit of fear, and a bit of arousal.
Without warning, Natasha’s panties skyrocket out of her tan cotton shorts, making the woman shriek like a banshee as her pastel yellow panties covered with little pink, purple, and white butterflies all over lift her off of the seat. Gwyn laughs with sadistic glee as she bounces Natasha by her panties, each tug pulling the soft fabric deeper into her ass. Surprisingly the horses at the front of the cart hardly even react to the chaos behind them, they keep the same leisurely pace as she is bounced around like a child’s doll.
However, Gwyn’s arms are quickly getting tired from all the bouncing. Fortunately, there is a solution for the half-elf: A thick, wooden hook hanging above the two girls, while normally used to hang lanterns on for the night, a pair of panties will be just fine. With a mighty heave, Gwyn lifts the whimpering woman high, and snags the bright undies firmly on the hook, leaving Natasha to be completely suspended by her panties, the northerner’s face a crimson red as she meekly grips the reins, unable to get down.
Unfortunately for our northern auburn bombshell, her shorts had been lost in the flurry of bounces, and had slipped from her soft, milky pale thighs, falling off the carriage and onto the cobblestone road behind them a while back. Now with every rock that the carriage drives over and each small rattle of the wheels, Natasha's undies bounce her up and down in her panty prison.
Fortunately, between laughter Gwyn grabbed some cushions and set them under her butt, ensuing that at least Natasha will be somewhat comfortable. Of course Gwyn ogled the northwoman’s butt too, enjoying how the flesh bounced and jiggled.
After a few more hours on the road, a large stone wall appears in the distance, one that encircles a large city with sprawling buildings and large, towers made of strikingly white stone. Wooden houses littered the surroundings, a rudimentary shantytown but one that’s well looked after, forming an “Outer City”.
"Look" Natasha says with a level voice, her butt having gotten used to the painful hanging wedgie after so long. "The Lady's Rest. Capital of Pantÿonia. Our destination. Will drop you off at gates."
Gwyn nods her head as she dozes off for a few more minutes as the carriage carries onward. Her eyes reopen at the sound of a loud creak, the massive wooden gates opening wide for the lonely carriage.
"Go, be free my friend." Natasha says stoically as she stops the carriage only for a moment. She would certainly look more dignified and noble had she not still been hanging by her undies, but who is Gwyn to judge.
She steps off the carriage, and waves goodbye to the kind-hearted northwoman, perhaps one day they will meet again. Natasha was about to crack the reins when she paused, a well dressed merchant, her boss, started coming along from behind, pausing only to give her huge wedgie a questioning gaze before looking at Natasha and talking rapidly in their northspiel, Natasha flushing red with embarrassment.
Gwyn giggles to herself quietly before turning towards the gates. From what she can see there appears to be a crowd gathering, curious peasants congregating to a regal looking knight.
Farther away on top a hill, there appears to be some religious nuns in modest black and white garments doing a ritual of cleansing, with a naked woman bathing in holy water. The temple was well made and ornate, and the architecture was beautiful.
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