Kinktober 2023 #20 - Nerd/Roleplay

Content Warnings: bondage, roleplaying non-consent, consensual, Dungeons & Dragons, all in good fun, the DM is drunk with power

“I roll to escape my bonds!”

“Alright, you need to roll at least a seventeen. Go ahead.”

“... three.”

“All you do is struggle, you use your warrior-trained muscles to pull at the strict ropes keeping your limbs bound and try to rub your face against the ground to dislodge the cloth cleaving into your mouth. Even with all your strength, nothing works. The bonds are too tight.”

“Damn it!”

“Arlight, now how about you Carl?”

“I look around for anything I can cut the ropes with.”

“You see a dull butter knife hanging off the edge of the table.”

“Alright, I wriggle my way over to the table so I can get the knife.”

“Your captors are right outside the room, so roll a stealth check to make sure you don’t make enough noise to wake him up. You don’t have to roll high though, since they can hear Marymaking all that racket while she struggles.”

“Screw you, dude.”

“Okay, I roll a… seventeen! Plus my modifier makes it eighteen!”

“You succeed in making it over to the table. I assume you want to maneuver your feet to pull the knife off the side? Roll for dexterity.”

“Oh, damn it. Natural one.”

“Ha. As you reach your feet up to dislodge the butter knife, it goes flying into the air. You scramble to dodge it when it falls down, and you do, but it falls between the ropes around your wrists. Not only does it slip through the ropes without cutting them, but it also lodges itself firmly into a crack in the wood floor. So firmly, in fact, that now you’re basically anchored to that spot, unable to move from your position.”

“Ah, fuck.”

“On top of that, the orc women do notice all the noise you just made, and one pokes her head inside.”

“Come on Sylvie, don’t you dare.”

“‘Well well well,’ the orc warrior woman says. ‘It looks like our new pets are making trouble and trying to escape! But they couldn’t even do that right! No wonder you silly boys got caught so easily. Let’s get you out of here so we can keep a better eye on you.’”

“Sylvie!”

“The orcs drag the entire party out of the building of the abandoned town they’re occupying and to the posts near the command tent. Every orc woman pauses to watch you be dragged along the ground, smirking as you go, until you’re all strung up and bound directly to the tall posts, where they proceed to laugh at you.”

“Come on!”

“At least give us a chance to roll to escape again!”

“Nothing’s stopping you from rolling right now Robbie.”

“Oh, right. I roll to free myself of my bonds! And… fifteen, plus my modifier is eighteen!”

“If you were still stuck in the cabin, that would have worked. But now everyone is watching and several orc women come up to help hold you still. You all moan and struggle with all your might, utterly helpless in the face of the fine finger motions necessary to until the ropes holding you bound so tight.”

“Arlight, Sylvie! We get it! We should have made sure there was at least one rogue or dex-build to do stuff like escape ropes! Can we move on now!”

“Sure, I’ll just have the orcs sell you to the Duchess, then when you break out you can hunt for the Sword of Amberlatus. And if you can’t escape, the Duchess gets to have some fun with her new slaves for a while!”

“Are you kidding me!?”

“I could also have her sell you to someone else, the Sorceress of Chalenton still has a bone to pick with you, as do the Mermaids whose reef you crashed the pirate ship into, and the Pirate Queen whose fleet you stole a ship from would like to her her hands on you, or I could sell you to someone you haven’t met before…”

“All right, all right.”

“We get it.”

“Let’s just… let’s just move on.”

“Great! Now, you wait at the post until sundown, intermittently given some water to keep you alive, when you see a magnificent carriage come into town. You instantly know it belongs to the Duchess…”