She's treated more like an object than a person

"Keep up, slut!" One woman's voice calls out through the air in front of Hyacinthe.

"Yeah, we're doing this as a favor, bitch. You'd better not hold us up." Another woman's voice, slightly lower, contributes.

Hyacinthe awkwardly hobbles blindly along, her thigh cuffs guiding her steps towards her new party mates. She makes sure not to grunt in response, because if she does, her throat and cunt vibrators will torment her yet again.

Her new party members are called Hex, Raven and Sandy, but apart from that, she knows almost nothing about them. And she has no way to ask. All she can do is follow along, like an obedient little slut tank, the bell on her collar chiming loudly and echoing off the walls of the nearby ruins.

"We've got company." A third woman's voice, even lower, announces to the group.

"Tank slut, you're up. You take the front line and get your ass kicked, and we'll do the hard work." That's the first voice again.

Hyacinthe shudders with fear, but obeys, walking forward. She doesn't like the sound of getting her ass kicked, but it's the only way to remove this curse, so she might as well get it over with.

"Here they come. Four of them, as usual." The lower voice declares, as Hyacinthe hears rapid approaching footsteps.

"BELL! BELL! HEHEHEHE!" The high-pitched sound of goblin voices meets her ears just a second before she is clobbered in the side with what must be some sort of club.

But thanks to the magic of her Nipple Clamps of Defence, it only feels a fifth as strong as it should.

Still, that hurts! Hyacinthe can't help but grunt with pain... Which causes those two awful vibrators to spring to life.

The next minute is a blur of throat discomfort, vaginal pleasure and bludgeoning pain. But Hyacinthe can also hear the sounds of squealing goblins as they are skewered or smashed or exploded.

And soon, the bludgeoning stops, and all that's left is for her to drop to the ground and experience a shameful squirting orgasm in front of her new party.

She hears all three of them laughing at her as she shakes and shudders and shames herself in front of them.

"Good job, tank slut. I think you're probably most of the way to uncursing that gear already, after all that." One of them says as she lies there, temporarily stunned by the power of her orgasm.

She feels some sort of magic spell being cast on her, and in the next moment, she feels perfectly healthy again. Wow, these guys really are S-tier. That encounter was trivial.

"Oh SHIT." One woman spits with urgency. "Eight... No, twelve more. Reinforcements. Up in the trees."

"Quickly! To arms!"

"But I still need a heal!"

"No time! Fuck!"

Hyacinthe urgently clambers to her feet and tries to make herself useful once again as the sounds of weapons crashing into shields and other weapons echoes around her in each direction.

This time, it will be Hyacinthe's other three party members who have the d20 rolled to see if they can get that Natural 20 they need to succeed.