Red Sonja, but you can't say that

From the desolate landscape of sculls and scattered weapons, Red Sonja glares defiantly at you. But she is defeated and helpless; the cover makes that clear. Her arms are bound to a heavy wooden beam that forces her into a T-pose, leaving her unable to defend her nubile body from probing hands. The strict bondage also renders her incapable of fixing her bikini. The skimpy armor hangs over the warrior's intimate parts, barely held up by damaged straps. Tears between the metal scales offer teasing glimpses of her breasts. These are drawn round and firm, almost as perfect as Sandra's.

As you look over the books, the buxom beauty waits for you to answer her question. Given Rae's current situation, you find it very easy to imagine Sandra in a similar predicament to the bikini-clad barbarian, her large breasts jiggling behind scraps of armor as she is dragged away. A slight twitch in your pants accompanies the mental image, making you feel somewhat guilty.

Similarly, you don't feel it would be all that polite to go into just how much you've enjoyed seeing Red Sonja prancing around in skimpy armor or being tied up in just the right way to show her boobs. After clearing your dry throat, you finally say, “all three look very exciting. I can't decide” With a smile, you add, “Thank you.”

There might be a hint of disappointment with your non answer, but Sandra's face quickly blossoms with a smile of her own. “I'm glad you like them.”

“It's not going to save Rae from being taken to the dungeons,” you say with playful stern-ness.

“Of course not. She needs to be punished.” Sandra mouth curls into a devilish grin that she makes even more mischievous with a slight head tilt.

“Oh, she vill be,” you joke with the accent of an over-the-top villian. “Now Ms. Morelli, shall ve may begin.”

Your voluptuous victim eagerly takes out her character sheet and notebook, before settling back in beside you. She leans onto the side table, causing her heavy bosom to stretch her formal top.

After taking in the vista for only a split second, you pull up the notes on your laptop and angle it away from her so that she can't peak behind the DM screen. “When we last left off, Rae had surrendered to the town guards.” The buxom brunette nods. “Though they have Rae outnumbered, they quickly put manacles onto your ankles and wrists in case you try to run.”

“I'm a little hesitant, but obediently let myself be bound.”

“The guards take you to a squat brick fort that acts as the jail and courthouse. Two of them enter with you while the rest return to their patrols. You are **** to wait in a small hall from which you hear an angry judge sentences someone to '48 lashes with a dozen on the front'."

Sandra listens quietly. Her legs are clasped together in a very damsel in distress way.

“A woman wearing ragged clothes with a ball and chain shackled to one leg is sent in next. After a muffled conversation, the judge loudly berates her, calling her a useless swine. He says she can wait in the dungeon until her family finds a way to pay. The guard on your right leans in and whispers 'you're next.'”

Doe eyed, she stares at you with rapt interest. “Rae twitches at the guard's closeness before looking at her feet and shuffling forward.” The talented actress breaks eye contact to mimic her character.

“'And what have you done?' barks the judge as he leers down at you from his chair atop a dais. He wears a thick black robe, and his face appears to be in a permanent scowl.”

“I attempted to steal, sir.” She meekly makes eye contact for a second before looking away. “I was lead astray by lowlifes named Barrin, Threl and Gren, but I accept responsibility for my actions. Please have mercy on me, your honor.”

Your heart pounds. Even if it's only acting, It is incredibly sexy to have such a beautiful woman acting so ****, so subject to your whims. To compose yourself you look over the punishment table, but many of its options only fuel your arousal. “I'm going to roll for Rae's punishment” you explain. “7 to 30 are various fines, but it gets progressively worse the higher the roll.” You leave the further possibilities to Sandra's imagination, but familiarize yourself with the table. A little higher and the priestess will spend some time in the stocks. This is sexy in its own right as the guards would confiscate her armor. Her breasts would be left to sway as she stood bent over in the bondage to be mocked and pelted by townsfolk. Higher still were more severe punishments like whipping and branding; the module even states that these punishments would be applied to a woman's breasts. If you roll 100, the priestess will be sold into slavery. Your pants get uncomfortably tight as you imagine Rae, or rather Sandra, standing on the auction block wearing only a silk loincloth, her arms shackled behind her so that she cannot hide her generous bust from the horny bidders.

You pick up the dice and rattle them in your hand to savor the moment. The busty college student looks almost as excited as you. With her love for theater, she may be eager to play the role of someone punished, or it could be something else. You take one more second than roll.

And a 5 comes up.

Dice really are dicks sometimes.

“That's let off with a warning,” you say trying not to sound deflated. “The judge eyes you sternly and grumbles to himself. 'Well, this is the first offence I've hearing of, and you did name accomplices, so I'll show leniency. Guard escort the wench out of my sight. Don't remove the irons until you've left the compound. I want her to get a taste of what she's in for if she keeps down this path.' You are lead out of the jail house, each step causing a click from the chains rattling between your legs.” You pause but don't know where to take the story next, so you ask your player. “You can try to regroup with the party now, or was there something else you wanted to do?”