OP
- Joined
- Aug 12, 2010
- Messages
- 7,070
- Reputation score
- 192
- Thread Starter
- #221
Re: Dungeon Crawl
You close your eyes and find your emotional center. This isn't the time to freak out. That's what your tormentor is depending on. You also can't lash out. It will only act as an invitation for harsher treatment. What you need to do is put the man off his guard and try to waste time and delay enough for Hadrian to intervene.
"I won't ask you to stop this, since it won't make a difference, would it?" You begin.
"No, girlie, it won't." He shakes his head with a slow malevolence.
"If I'm honest, I wouldn't want you to stop this."
"Oh? Do you think I'm going to just tickle you?"
"Of course not. But as a bard, I've heard all sorts of stories, and so many of them have damsels in distress. And though I don't consider myself to be helpless, I can't say the idea of being... vulnerable like this, isn't a little exciting."
The jailor considers this for a long moment, which you're inwardly pleased by. The more time he spends altering his preferred script for this little scenario he's planned out, the more time it gives your rescuer to arrive. You know that you have to hold out that much hope.
"So you think that you're going to enjoy this? Feh. I can try to make you enjoy this, I suppose. But then what's in it for me? I just want to hear you scream for mercy, after all."
"You still will. If you give me your word that you'll let me go afterward. I'll give you what you want."
"All that I want?" His voice raises curiously.
"Yes. All. But only if you're good to me." You breathe deeply, your bound body on display for the brutish jailer. "And thorough."
"Oh. I'll be good and thorough darling." The jailer steps behind you and presses is body up against your back, his meaty hands wrapping around your smaller form and roaming across your chest. You stifle a wincing gasp as he grips your breasts and kneads the flesh of your orbs between his fingers. "We've got plenty of time."
"Ahh... t-too rough."
"No no. Just right," he answers, taking one twisting hand away and using it to smack the top of your butt, harshly. This time you do wince and let out a pained utterance.
He slips his hand inbetween your legs and starts to rub you through the thin fabric of your underwear. Instinctively your thighs tighten, denying him space to move but this only seems to encourage him.
Suddenly he rips the stool out from under you, forcing your weight entirely onto his molesting hand. You let out a squeal of surprise, and fight to suppress further indignities from escaping your lips.
"Don't like this kind of support?" He asks whimsically, to which you only wince and twist on the suspending manacles in response.
Momentarily he lets you hang freely again, which brings back the pain from your injured shoulder. He walks to the levers and crank again, proceeding to winch you up higher just a bit before locking you in place again. He then moves to the bench and putting all his weight into pulling it, heaves the heavy wooden and metal structure into place beneath you.
"H-hurry! My arm, it's really sore!" You exclaim. This doesn't necessarily put him into a faster pace, but you're hoping it means he'll avoid leaving you suspended for long periods.
With the turn of the crank, you are lowered onto the triangular wooden horse. The edge of the torture device is lined up perfectly with the center of your body, and with your legs bound as they are, you have no way of preventing your own weight from pressing your sensitive folds against the cool metal.
The feeling is both painful and pleasurable at the same time, which you did not expect. You had been thinking that it would simply be the former and that you would need to put on an act. Now however, you find the coolness of the metal's touch, combined with the helplessness of your bindings, is causing the heat of your body to rise. The instinctive moan that escapes your lips surprises both you and your captor with its genuine sound.
"Well well, look at you. Cheeks beginning to match your hair, and it looks as though these have come out to play."
The man's fingers flick against your nipples, which have hardened into pert, extended nubs. The sudden attention he pays to them makes you fidget your body, which only adds to the sensations being experienced below your waist. You moan again, and a new fear enters your mind: you may end up enjoying this way too much!
You think about possibly changing tactics with him. This is disturbingly feeling way too good, and you are worried your body will betray you. (A)
****************************************************
(You are now Hadrian)
"By Jorn... it's no use. We'll withdraw and come at them from another way. I swear it."
"Yah yah, knechts and their oaths. Come on." Reina hisses and pulls you by your elbow backwards into the darkness. "Hurry, hurry! Faster! They have our scent!"
You stumble through the darkness, making sounds as you nearly trip over a corpse in the dark. You can hear scuffling in the distance behind you, and you think this may imply that the ghouls will soon be coming this way to investigate. Reina keeps pulling you forward until you come within sight of the lit doorway. Together, the two of you break into a run for it and slip into the less awful smelling part of the dungeon. Zan runs in behind you and growls, his menacing, savage countenance eyeing the darkness behind him. (B)
"Let's go back to the keep, I can reclaim my armor and equipment, and I might be able to rouse my ally, Elise."
"A good idea, and I will need to find my own equipment as well. But while my Zan is good at hiding in the dark and in the wild, he will stick out in the halls of a keep. The guards will surely see us and raise the alarm."
"It's a risk we shall have to take," you determine, as the three of you run back through the cells and winding tunnel until you return to the sleeping sentry, still snoring away at his post.
Reina looks around and then points at a locked cage, behind which you can see some stylized black leather armor with etched whorls and web patterns over the surface, a dark cloak, a pair of sinuous and cruel looking blades, and a dark hunting bow with a quiver of arrows.
She then points toward the snoring guard who has a key ring on his hip. She gives you a questioning look and then draws her finger across her throat and holds out her hand for you to give her your sword. (C)
You close your eyes and find your emotional center. This isn't the time to freak out. That's what your tormentor is depending on. You also can't lash out. It will only act as an invitation for harsher treatment. What you need to do is put the man off his guard and try to waste time and delay enough for Hadrian to intervene.
"I won't ask you to stop this, since it won't make a difference, would it?" You begin.
"No, girlie, it won't." He shakes his head with a slow malevolence.
"If I'm honest, I wouldn't want you to stop this."
"Oh? Do you think I'm going to just tickle you?"
"Of course not. But as a bard, I've heard all sorts of stories, and so many of them have damsels in distress. And though I don't consider myself to be helpless, I can't say the idea of being... vulnerable like this, isn't a little exciting."
The jailor considers this for a long moment, which you're inwardly pleased by. The more time he spends altering his preferred script for this little scenario he's planned out, the more time it gives your rescuer to arrive. You know that you have to hold out that much hope.
"So you think that you're going to enjoy this? Feh. I can try to make you enjoy this, I suppose. But then what's in it for me? I just want to hear you scream for mercy, after all."
"You still will. If you give me your word that you'll let me go afterward. I'll give you what you want."
"All that I want?" His voice raises curiously.
"Yes. All. But only if you're good to me." You breathe deeply, your bound body on display for the brutish jailer. "And thorough."
"Oh. I'll be good and thorough darling." The jailer steps behind you and presses is body up against your back, his meaty hands wrapping around your smaller form and roaming across your chest. You stifle a wincing gasp as he grips your breasts and kneads the flesh of your orbs between his fingers. "We've got plenty of time."
"Ahh... t-too rough."
"No no. Just right," he answers, taking one twisting hand away and using it to smack the top of your butt, harshly. This time you do wince and let out a pained utterance.
He slips his hand inbetween your legs and starts to rub you through the thin fabric of your underwear. Instinctively your thighs tighten, denying him space to move but this only seems to encourage him.
Suddenly he rips the stool out from under you, forcing your weight entirely onto his molesting hand. You let out a squeal of surprise, and fight to suppress further indignities from escaping your lips.
"Don't like this kind of support?" He asks whimsically, to which you only wince and twist on the suspending manacles in response.
Momentarily he lets you hang freely again, which brings back the pain from your injured shoulder. He walks to the levers and crank again, proceeding to winch you up higher just a bit before locking you in place again. He then moves to the bench and putting all his weight into pulling it, heaves the heavy wooden and metal structure into place beneath you.
"H-hurry! My arm, it's really sore!" You exclaim. This doesn't necessarily put him into a faster pace, but you're hoping it means he'll avoid leaving you suspended for long periods.
With the turn of the crank, you are lowered onto the triangular wooden horse. The edge of the torture device is lined up perfectly with the center of your body, and with your legs bound as they are, you have no way of preventing your own weight from pressing your sensitive folds against the cool metal.
The feeling is both painful and pleasurable at the same time, which you did not expect. You had been thinking that it would simply be the former and that you would need to put on an act. Now however, you find the coolness of the metal's touch, combined with the helplessness of your bindings, is causing the heat of your body to rise. The instinctive moan that escapes your lips surprises both you and your captor with its genuine sound.
"Well well, look at you. Cheeks beginning to match your hair, and it looks as though these have come out to play."
The man's fingers flick against your nipples, which have hardened into pert, extended nubs. The sudden attention he pays to them makes you fidget your body, which only adds to the sensations being experienced below your waist. You moan again, and a new fear enters your mind: you may end up enjoying this way too much!
Ariel has failed another Constitution roll and will now suffer pleasure damage. This works as non-lethal fatigue, and it will minus off from her current HP total (10), however, should she reach zero or below, it will not result in her death, but rather, her physical defenses will be exhausted and her body will give in and climax against her will. When and if this happens, Ariel may start to mentally fatigue as well, and become more inclined to let the jailer have his way with her.
Ariel suffers 5 pleasure damage! 5 (10) / 18 HP left.
Ariel suffers 5 pleasure damage! 5 (10) / 18 HP left.
You think about possibly changing tactics with him. This is disturbingly feeling way too good, and you are worried your body will betray you. (A)
1. Stay the course. Let the jailer continue what he's doing and just try to physically resist letting yourself succumb.
2. Try to anger him, to take your mind off of the pleasure. It might hurt though if he lashes out at you.
3. Ask him to kiss you. Ironically enough, it could make you less horny, given how repulsed you are by him, but it also could lead him to getting very hands on, and if you're not careful, he could take it as permission to have his way with you.
2. Try to anger him, to take your mind off of the pleasure. It might hurt though if he lashes out at you.
3. Ask him to kiss you. Ironically enough, it could make you less horny, given how repulsed you are by him, but it also could lead him to getting very hands on, and if you're not careful, he could take it as permission to have his way with you.
****************************************************
(You are now Hadrian)
"By Jorn... it's no use. We'll withdraw and come at them from another way. I swear it."
"Yah yah, knechts and their oaths. Come on." Reina hisses and pulls you by your elbow backwards into the darkness. "Hurry, hurry! Faster! They have our scent!"
You stumble through the darkness, making sounds as you nearly trip over a corpse in the dark. You can hear scuffling in the distance behind you, and you think this may imply that the ghouls will soon be coming this way to investigate. Reina keeps pulling you forward until you come within sight of the lit doorway. Together, the two of you break into a run for it and slip into the less awful smelling part of the dungeon. Zan runs in behind you and growls, his menacing, savage countenance eyeing the darkness behind him. (B)
Do you bar the door? Yes/No?
"Let's go back to the keep, I can reclaim my armor and equipment, and I might be able to rouse my ally, Elise."
"A good idea, and I will need to find my own equipment as well. But while my Zan is good at hiding in the dark and in the wild, he will stick out in the halls of a keep. The guards will surely see us and raise the alarm."
"It's a risk we shall have to take," you determine, as the three of you run back through the cells and winding tunnel until you return to the sleeping sentry, still snoring away at his post.
Reina looks around and then points at a locked cage, behind which you can see some stylized black leather armor with etched whorls and web patterns over the surface, a dark cloak, a pair of sinuous and cruel looking blades, and a dark hunting bow with a quiver of arrows.
She then points toward the snoring guard who has a key ring on his hip. She gives you a questioning look and then draws her finger across her throat and holds out her hand for you to give her your sword. (C)
1. Give her your sword and let her murder the guard.
2. Tell her no killing, just get the keys from his belt.
3. Tell her no killing, and that she should leave her stuff rather than risk waking the guard.
2. Tell her no killing, just get the keys from his belt.
3. Tell her no killing, and that she should leave her stuff rather than risk waking the guard.
