Rather then wait for the Knight to embarrass herself, why not embarrass her directly? Gwyn giggled quietly to herself as she walked up behind the Knight. Madam Foucher was absorbed in her task, she bent in even more forward even more, lightly shaking her butt even!
Now this was just too much of a good target! Gwyn gripped the frilly waistband tightly, already the little white bunny prints of her undies showing, her knuckles clenched around the oblivious noble’s undergarments and with a powerful pull she launched the pastel purple panties high up into the air, so strong that she was lifted off the ground and even out of her boots!
“OOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCH! AHHHH! By the Lady! What are you doing elf? Unhand my undergarments at onc—YOUCH!” The noblewoman’s pretty face was flushed scarlet with embarrassment, her face heating the air around her easily. The crowd was cheering and laughing rambunctiously and the mood was lighthearted if teasing.
Despite the humiliation Madam Foucher is no doubt feeling at the moment, the noble made no attempts to stop Gwyn other then shifting into a more comfortable position, leaning her arms and elbows onto the crate to support herself while her ass eats up her underwear. Even her squad of women-at-arms opted to relax and sit back to watch the show, not even moving to help their leader.
Gwyn decided to finish it off with what she read in books known to be an “Atomic wedgie”. She lowered the Madam from her tiptoeing stance back into the ground, and likely sensing her intentions, the noblewoman groaned and haunted over. Perfect.
Gwyn smiles as she, with one more powerful yank, brought the stretchy panties soaring back up her rump! Foucher yelped as she felt herself be given her huge wedgie of the daily. She grimaced when the panties were snapped over her face into a panty prison atomic. She gagged at the smell and began waddling around, much to the amusement of the peasantry.
She teared up from the pain but she would gladly go through hundreds of wedgies if it meant her people would be satisfied and happy. As all nobles of Pantÿonia should! Still, it was a rather hard life but Foucher had been through worse.
She groaned loudly, and began stretching, touching her toes and shaking her butt to the crowd. They love big butts, especially ones with wedgies. Shouts began to be heard, many asking for a spanking.
A tough looking woman came up and approached the now whimpering noblewoman as she is brought over the strongwoman’s knee and held her hand out for a very very hard smack.
Gwyn was worried that retribution will come soon. So escaping quickly she began retreating from the area quickly despite wishing to see the spanking.
Ignoring the sounds of a soon to be bawling noble and her spanker, Gwyn ran right into the trio of Beastwomen from before!
She fell backwards from the bump and gasped as the Beasts dropped their victims, the peasants whimpering as their granny panties were torn or left attached to their foreheads.
The one closest to her, the one she bumped, roared and advanced in the elf. She was a rather stunning if hairy kind, with goat horns protruding from her forehead and wearing a large pair of yellow princess crown granny panties, the fabric worn and stretched. Her two fellows began chasing the escaping peasants instead.
Gwyn backpedaled rapidly as the beastwoman advanced, ducking under her wild but predictable strikes!
She’ll have to think fast! The beastwoman overextended herself, leaving her panties ripe for wedgies! Her lack of clothing aside from that also leaves her large breasts in easy reach of a twist!
But other then that, she was unsure of what to do!
Choice 1: Gwyn attempts to go for an all out wedgie brawl!
Choice 2: Perhaps this beast woman is weak to titty twisting!
Choice 3: Run away!