For once, things seem clear to Gwyn. Despite being humiliated and now pantsless with her frilly panties stretched over her head, everything seemed slow. And with a burst of speed Gwyn ran and ran until she noticed some concealed bushes and successfully hopped into hiding with surprising dexterity.
Sadly her panties were not so lucky and the tangle of branches poked her butt and snagged her underwear, leaving her hidden but also worsening her wedgie and preventing her from getting comfortable or fixing herself. At least her bag and her sword was with her still. Unsure of what’s going on, Gwyn struggled not to make a sound but each jolt of pain caused her hiding spot to creak and squeak, but she remained safe.
Eventually the dark elves got tired of their slaves prancing around like headless chicken and gathered them up before riding away with the screaming slaves failing behind by their underwear. Having passed by Gwyn felt elevated! Critical success! Unbelievably so.
Not trusting her good fortune that easily Gwyn stood up, struggling to escape and get her panties off her head for good. Remembering her knife she had on her, she got it out and got to work. Moaning in pain but also in relief Gwyn steadily stretched the panties off her head after leaving the spiky cage. Miraculously the panties were still intact save for the few holes made from poking branches, and surely if Gwyn visited some tailors or maids, she could get them to be restored.
For now picking the panties as best as she could would do, and Gwyn blushed as she realized she has no pants to speak of, and anybody with eyes can see her embarrassing stretched out panties and red bottom.
Suddenly there was the sound of branches snapping behind her and Gwyn whipped around suddenly and rammed her down. Straddling a terrified girl, Gwyn observed her current victim. Dirty blond hair, sad blue eyes, an ample chest that was barely covered by a tight dull grey bra and a ragged tunic, and a ragged skirt covered her lower half, reaching up to her knees but had many tears.
Her abused granny panties can be seen stretched out so much that it sticks out now very prominently, with a tag labeled “Charlotte” on it with her owner’s seal on the waistband, a something Redbutt. Before she can do anything else however the terrified girl babbled out senselessly,
”Wa-wait wait! I’m n-not here to fight you! You’re a- you’re an elf right ma’am? From th- uhhh free cities? ! Right? Please take me along with you! I’m sick of being a slave, and whi-while they were distracted I escaped! I can’t li-live in those- those damn horrid conditions anymore! They’ll definitely stru-strung me up now that I escaped! ” Gwyn now realized she probably wanted to escape to freedom by using her.
Unfortunately Gwyn crushed her hopes telling her that she was an exile and unlikely to find refuge in her old home that was usually anti-slavery and anti-dark elves. Usually.
“W-well, my offer still stands m-my lady! I can see it in your stance...and err posture—” she blushed at that remark “—bu-but I have nothing now! I’m an escaped slave! I’m considered a crim-criminal! Pl-please take me with you! I’ll pledge my services to you ma’am! I c-can clean. And uhhh, I can cook! I can make meals for no-both of us if we can find the ri-right ingredients or learn new recipes! I c-can do so much more!” Her stuttering was quite endearing in a strange way.
Thinking about this Gwyn weighed her options. It was pretty obvious now that since she escaped her masters she’s likely to be pursued and punished... or worse. Already in a hole, she’s hit rock bottom so what would happen if she pledged herself to another? Besides, a slave would know the lay of the land, or useful skills that Gwyn might’ve had not known otherwise. Agreeing that their situation was not the best and being in hostile territory and likely having a bounty now, Gwyn accepted. The slavegirl practically cried out in joy but settled for hugging Gwyn, which was made very awkward by the fact that she was in tattered clothing and so was her, making skin contact inevitable.
Heat worked its way up to her face and a warmth spread to the rest of her body. Gwyn awkwardly patted the beaming girl before they separated.
”My name is Charlotte milady, I used to be a farmer’s daughter in Corn but my mother gave me up to slavery to save the rest of my 7 sisters. But you saved me now right?” Nodding Gwyn gave an awkward but sincere smile and assured her that yes, Gwyn will take care of her. But now they need to plan. What to do and what to do. Already it was getting late. But the forest was becoming alive again with the chirping insects and buzzing birds, the very forest itself seemed to wake up.
Gwyn heard of the Dryads, spirits of the forest, mischief was in their very nature (Ha!) and looking at the state of herself and her new companion, Gwyn has no doubt in her mind that they would be easy pickings. Said to have been blessed by Mother Nature, the first Dryads and their descendant are said to have big butts, bouncing with every step, a voluptuous body, and organic clothing made from giant leaves.
“Well Charlotte, it’s getting late right now. I think we’re near the Shimmering Forest but I can’t be sure. It’s either that or Whomping Willow Forest, and personally I like the idea of not getting spanked by a giant tree.
“Well Milday, it’s getting late. We c-could perhaps try to forage for some supplies around h-here, I could cook us up some warm meals. Or we could try to find a better place to hide out and make so-some plans. After all, I don’t want to spend my first day as an escaped slave being captured because we- we c-camped near a Bounty Hunter camp or a work camp or a-“ at that Gwyn simply nodded and squeezed her shoulder reassuringly
”Besides that though, it might be best to rest up for now. It’s getting late and we need energy fast. Although...we only have one bedroll...” at that they both blushed heavily, and Gwyn hesitantly said, “Well...we can share...hehehe...”
“Let’s see Charlotte...”
Choice 1: They go to the forest to forage for some supplies
Choice 2: Gwyn and Charlotte try to relocate to a better location and void any Dark elf patrols.
Choice 3: The night is closing in, and feeling tired the two companions sleep together until the next morning.
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New Companion gained!
Name: Charlotte of Corn
Nick-name: None so far
Race: Human
Occupation: Escaped Slave/Adventurer
Age: 18
Height: 5’3
Hair: Dirty blond, often put into a pony tail
Eye color: Bright blue eyes, dulled over time
Body type: Her life as a slave has made her body fit and strong, but not enough to lose a threat, and she has an ample chest (C cup) along with a perky butt that bounces when slapped
Starting Equipment: Tattered slavewear
A dull grey tunic (Tattered, barely covers her chest)
A dull grey skirt (Tattered, barely covers her modesty and her panties are hopeless exposed)
A pair of wrappings (Worn)
Shackles that have been detached, leaving her arms free but now encumbered by what are basically heavy bracelets (Features her owner’s seals)
A pouch with some of her belongings (A silver ring and a hair brush (stolen))
Starting Weapons: Being a former slave that just recently escaped, Charlotte has no weapons save for a stolen handbrush (Bonus to dexterity rolls)
Starting Panties: A pair of prominently stretched out granny panties, so dulled over time it has simply become grey. It has a thick waistband with her name on it along with her owner’s seal on the butt, a flaming red butt.
Bio: The village Charlotte has come from wasn’t one of the fiefdoms of the neighboring Dark Elves who had conquered them beforehand. Every year, there is a harvesting crop that goes to their masters but also a human crop, the families being forced to offer up a daughter of theirs to the Dark Elves as servants.
Charlotte was a young girl of 7 in a family of poor farmers. Her mother looked at the mouths to feed and offered up Charlotte to the Dark Elves. Thrust into slavery the young Charlotte was allowed a few years to grow and develop, becoming a skilled servant at manual labor and a minstrel to her mistresses. Every mistake was punished with a stern spanking and every mishap in her chores was met with a wedgie that left her butt sore for days. Eventually she was processed out as a “full time slave” and was brought by a family known as the Redbutts, who have a penchant for spankings. Everyday Charlotte would fulfill her duties as a typical chattel slave and when done would finish her more domestic duties, taking care of her master’s needs and whims. Brushing their hair and helping them groom and clean. She was often punished with a stern spanking using their hair brushes made from strong birch wood that leave butts red and pink for days.
Forced to be a babysitter for snotty brats she was often ridiculed and punished mercilessly, finally fed up and tried to rebel. She got punished immediately, this time more severely then ever before. She was paraded around the dark elven sanctuary and finally sent to the Discipliners as a final attitude adjuster. One of her duties involved foraging in forests with mischievous spirits and dealing with angry beastwomen and tracking down fellow slaves attempting to escape. Every day was a punishment until the fateful day she and her comrades were forced out to harvest the crops and any foolish women out and about during Hunting Season, and seeing Gwyn, a high elf that might be from a free city, made her filled with the desire to be free. Now she is here.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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