Triple jeopardy - another forfeit!

ROGUE: Far be it for me to become the resident ruleslawyer, but that means you’ve just lost your clothing again, which means… another forfeit!

SORCERER: Ah, the celebrated triple jeopardy.

DM laughs: Famously solid legal principle. Can’t argue with that.

BARD: > Mmmph! Hnng-hah! < (a pitiful but sultry muffled protest; her gaze is equal parts indignation and expectation, her chest rising nervously)

ROGUE: I think I've got a suitable proposal in mind. We can't just let an event as special as a triple jeopardy go unsung, this requires something special! Something extraordinary, to really drive home the intended lessons. Actions in D&D are supposed to carry weight because of the potentially harsh consequences if you mess up, so on behalf of the integrity of the game she's gotta be taught to be careful, you know, ... for the safety of the party.

DM: Ah- sure, yeah, that reasoning works for me.

She gestured for the DM and Sorcerer to huddle with her beside her chair (she wasn't planning to expose her boobs and pussy by getting up and going over to them). They leaned in, heads close, whispering and snickering conspiratorially. A few moments later, they straightened up with matching grins. "Alright then, let's get to work," the DM and Sorcerer laughed. They approached the Bard, still cuffed and gagged in her chair, watching with rising anticipation what they were planning on doing. Together they carefully lifted her up out of her chair and her cuffed wrists over the back of the frame, their hands brushing against her smooth, bare skin. Then they hauled her to her feet, put an arm through each elbow and escorted her towards... the front door! The Bard player squirmed and mewled with embarrassed distress, while the Rogue player rose from her chair and followed them into the hallway, one hand half-hardheartedly covering herself and the other idly rubbing her hip. As they got to the door, the Rogue rapped her fingers on the alarmed Bard player's shoulder and brushed her hair aside, a breathy whisper in her ear.

ROGUE, making a smug callback: Who's the adorably flustered one now, hm? Don't get chilly out there, darling.

The guys carried the naked, wriggling Bard out to the curb, where they put her with her back to a lamppost and began securing her with duct tape and string, tightly taping the cuffs to the pole. They looped a couple lines of string around her stomach and taped her ankles together, making sure her range of movement was minimal. The Sorcerer stood guard, glancing up and down the street while the DM tied the final knots. The suburban night hummed softly with the sound of crickets, buzzing streetlights, and traffic on distant streets, but so far it was quiet and empty. The Bard struggled against the layers of restrains, and her muffled noises took on a bashful edge; her skin prickled at the contact with the cold metal pole against her ass; her sneakers shuffled uncomfortably on the pavement; her nipples tightened in the cool night air, much to her chagrin on account of the Rogue's taunt, as if the arrogant little feline had gotten to her. Though she was usually the most brash and immodest at the table, this **** exposure admittedly left her trembling. A shiver ran across her skin, and she murmured into her gag. Despite the ridiculousness and humiliation of her situation, the spark of arousal lingered, vacillating between shame and secret excitement.

Meanwhile the Rogue peeked out through the doorway, chuckling mischievously. "Oh, this is going to be so good..." She briefly slipped back into the house while the others were 'working' and returned to the door a minute later, calling the DM over to hand him two items: A vibrator and a piece of paper scrawled with a message in black marker.

DM (reading aloud): "I’ve been careless with my clothes and very naughty - feel free to use me." …Oh, that's gold.

The Sorcerer tried to maintain a low volume as he burst out laughing, and the DM couldn't help but hold back a massive grin as they taped the sign above the Bard's head. They tied the vibrator by the handle to a leftover piece of string and hung it around her neck like a talisman. Then they quickly retreated into the house, doused the lights and closed the curtains just enough to crouch behind the windowsill and peek out. The Rogue already glowed with victory as they watched the Bard shift and squirm beneath the lamplight outside - the only thing that could make this night better was if she wasn't kneeling bucknaked herself behind a radiator, with her DM and the Sorcerer constantly catching glances or playfully drumming their fingers on her bare back and ass which she constantly had to swat away. Even so, they watched and waited with baited breath to see what passerby would find their present first.