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Chapter 3
by DefeatedDamsels
What happens?!
Everything goes black
Not only can Hyacinthe suddenly not see, but her body suddenly feels much lighter, and... chilly... Oh god, her armor must have disappeared!
To make things worse, she can feel that all three of her main orifices - mouth, pussy and asshole - have been filled with solid objects.
Her arms suddenly shoot behind her back, and she feels her wrists being cuffed together.
Next, there's a painful pinching on her nipples, causing Hyacinthe to moan with pain and despair.
And then, the objects in her mouth, pussy and asshole begin to vibrate, sending sensations of shameful pleasure shooting through her crotch, and causing **** discomfort in her throat!
"I knew it was too good to be true. This is a seriously bad curse, what an unlucky woman." The quartermaster mutters. "Did you even get her name?"
"No." Hyacinthe hears the assistant mutter. "Can you identify the items and their curses?"
"Yes of course, now that they have revealed themselves, accessing this information is trivial." The quartermaster responds, and then begins humming.
Hyacinthe can't even think straight. All she can do is groan weakly.
After a moment, she begins speaking again.
"Blindfold of Helplessness. Wearer has minimum accuracy.
Vibrating Dildo Gag of Silence. Prevents all speech. Attempting to communicate in any way is punished by extremely uncomfortable vibrations.
Collar of Claiming. Changes class to 'Slut Tank'.
Bell of Temptation. Prevents stealth. Enemies are 300% as likely to choose wearer as the target.
Nipple Clamps of Defence. Magical barrier reduces incoming damage by 80%.
Cunt Vibrator of Slut Tank Training. Attempting to communicate in any way is punished by a **** orgasm. Wearer's reflexes and willpower are reduced to 1 during vibrations. Wearer is stunned for 1 round upon orgasm.
Anal Vibrator of Duty. Vibrates while no party members are between 10 and 20 feet away.
Thigh Cuffs of Collaboration. Wearer is gently guided to walk towards nearest party member when the nearest party member is between 10 and 200 feet away.
Wrist Cuffs of Submission. Disables all attacks except 'Tackle'. Wearer cannot access inventory."
"My god." The assistant utters in shock. "And dare I ask... What are the uncurse requirements?"
"The entire set except the collar uncurses when she receives a total of 50 damage from greenskins. To remove the collar and change her class back to warrior will then require 50 mana."
"It's going to be a while before she can earn 50 mana." The assistant responds gravely.
"It's going to be a while before we can find a way to safely have her engage with greenskins as well, surely!" The quartermaster points out.
"Not necessarily." The assistant responds. "An elite party in need of a dedicated tank, say, made up of a cleric, a mage and a ranger, could take the slut tank with them into the ruins as their fourth party member. that should work quite well."
"You're already referring to her as the 'slut tank'?"
"Well, as we already ascertained, nobody here even knows her actual name."
"'Slut tank' it is."
At this moment, the poor slut tank, who can hardly think straight and remember her own name, is brought to a strong and extremely shameful squirting orgasm in front of her new guildmembers. She drops to her knees, momentarily exhausted, exacerbated by the vibrating dildo lodged against the entrance to her throat, making it harder to breathe properly.
At least, mercifully, now that she has orgasmed, the oral and vaginal vibrators cease their torment.
"I'll fetch someone to get that cleaned up. You prep the slut tank for a ruin raid at dawn. And find her a willing party sooner rather than later, otherwise that poor girl's asshole is going to be turned to jelly by the morning."
"Understood. Come with me, slut tank."
The weak, sore and sensitive woman is pulled to her feet, and lead blindly through the camp to find a party who can help her fulfilll the requirements to free her from her new cursed gear.
As she wobbles along on unsteadly legs, the air is filled with the sounds of her bell loudly clanking as she moves, and the vibrator loudly buzzing away inside her asshole.
How does Slut Tank's first ruin raid begin?
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DC20 Damsels
Your chosen character must roll a 20, or things get lewd
A collection of short fantasy stories where the introduction is written before the die roll, and then the result writen after the author finds out how poorly the heroine rolled.
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Updated on Aug 10, 2024
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Created on Jul 27, 2024
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