Critical Miss

"Rolled a one? I never got to roll!" Rebecca made a single pull against Abigail's grip before snapping her hands across her body.

"A roll? Eschsehellent idea. Yolanda, did you bring enough..."

"And to spare!" Yolanda cried out wickedly. She threw a leering grin at you. "Don't worry, lovebirds. I brought enough toys to share." Your eyes widened at how she lingered over the word toys, and threw a hasty look at Tammy. Her eyes were as big as yours with nervousness.

"So, letzzz sheee." Abigail smiled. "My Mind Flayer casts Mind Blast. Go ahead, make a saving throw." With the hand that did not currently have a handful of Rebecca's hair, Abigail dangled a d20 in front of her. "Unless you're forfeiting your action, roll away!"

Rebecca stared angrily at the die. The dawning realization hit you; she'd have to uncover something to roll. After a brief internal struggle, Rebecca pulled her hand away from her breasts. Just as she grabbed the die, Yolanda grabbed her wrist. "Make sure it lands of the table. If it hits the ground, you'd have to bend over to get it." Her voice was a stage whisper that brought laughter from the assembled crowd.

Rebecca angrily threw the die on the table. It clinked off a plastic cup and sat facing up. A three.

"Ha. Not even closh. Which means the following. You are shhhhtunned. My Mind Flayer casts Ray of Enfleebleishnessment, and shince you're not wearing armour, it hits. Yolanda?"

In one quick and practiced looking motion, Yolanda looped something around Rebecca's wrist that becomes clear as soon as you hear it tighten: a zip tie. A small gasp comes from Rebecca as she hears it as well.

With alarming dexterity, Yolanda quickly lashes Rebecca's arms high up behind her to the point where each hand was nearly grasping the opposing bicep. It had the effect of pushing her breasts out even further. Another set of loops had her ankles all of a foot apart.

"Smile for the camera, Sweetie." Scout's voice dripped with sugar. "Unless you want Yolanda to dig deeper into her bag of holding for some other surprises."

Rebecca stared at Scout, managing something akin to an annoyed smirk.

"Shoooo, here's where you're at, advenchurerer. Scout's sending those out to everyone in your contact lisht, and on every app you've got. But I'll make you a deal. You'll get your phone back if you can make one saving throw.

You watched as Rebecca shuffled her way over to the table, breasts and ass jiggling with every step. She bent over, exposing her ass to the assembled crowd and their respective cameras, and picked up the die with her teeth. She spat it out in desperation. A 20.

"Natural 20. Ha!" Rebecca snorted defiantly.

"I'm a woman of my word. Yolanda?"

The crowd watched in rising hilarity as Yolanda made a big production of taking the phone from Scout and dropping it expertly into a dice bag, which she proceeded to zip tie closed. She then pulled Rebecca's hair into a pony tail and tied the bag to that. "I hope your lockpick skills are good. Scout changed your password."

"So, one more schpell schoould do it." Abigail tapped her fingers to her lips. "My Mind Flayer casts..."