The Role of the Punished

Jamie waked out of her door the next morning, regretting not finding some way around this awful situation. She was dressed in a long, thick sweater and a pair of tight skinny jeans with two white sneakers below, trying not to show to much to her new "friend". Her covertable sped through the street and straight to augie's house in no time at all. The modest little abode would be a first for Jamie who's party life mostly consisted of clubs, mansions, and regular houses with no less than 4 bedrooms. A ring of the doorbell brought August to the door, "Come in, thanks for—"

Jamie swiftly cut him off with her rude attitude, "Yeah yeah, let's just get this "play date" over with!" Augie guided her in and showed her to the stairs, following her from behind as she entered his nerdtastic room. "Wow! It's dorkier than I expected. Wait, who the hell are those two?"

"Oh these are my buds, Irwin and Darren." The two nerds waved at her from the couch, they were the two who'd tagteamed her mother a day earlier. Irwin was a pudgy and pale fellow with thick glasses and an ever moist complexion. Darren was the opposite, a tall and lanky guy with dark skin and high top hair. The former wore a mordern shirt and jeans combo while the latter was slightly in a more retro style geek's uniform with high water pants and a tucked in checkerd shirt. "See, we needed a few more people to play the game I had in mind."

"What exactly is it?", she asked with a healthy amount of skepticism.

"It's a tabletop role playing game. We are the characters and act as they would in this fantasy realm. Here there's dragons and knights and stuff. We go on adventures and can do whatever we want and we roll dice to see how successful we are. I'll be the dungeon master, the guy who determines what happens and I'll be playing as the people you meet along the way. And don't worry, I'll take care of the hard work with all the math."

"Weird, but okay. I like that there's no like rules or anything. But, I don't have to be in character or anything 'cause I'm not saying ye and thou and that bullshit."

"No no. Just do whatever you think your person whould do. But you will have to talk to me as if you were in the cinverstion, minus the fantasy jargon."

"Alright, dweeb. I'll give it a shot. What can I be?"

"Anything."

"Really?"

"Yeah, just pick a race and class and I'll do the work.

"Alright, I'll be human 'cause I don't know what the fuck else is there. And I'll be a princess. Lots of money, respect, probably some big guards and you guys to do the work for me..."

"That's not a class...here, how about you be a rogue! They sneak around in leather armor and use knives and crossbows."

"Okay, what are these two?"

Darren spoke first, "Im a elvish cleric. Elves are tall and well atuned to magic. Clerics are the healers of the party, they wear robes and use a staff to summon magic."

"And I'm a dwarven barbarian. Dwarves are those short, hairy guys with big beards and a barabrian uses less armor and carries around big weapons and get real angry in a fight.", Irwin quickly followed.

Jamie took her seat in a big chair opposite Augie and closest to Irwin on the couch. The set lay there before them and Jamie's eyes perused the table's contents; Darren and Irwin's did the same over Jamie's form while Augie was busy working on Jamie's character sheet. He took a little while longer than normal to make sure he stacked the deck against her. When he fished he called her attention once more to go over the last, and juiciest, detail, "Okay, before we start, I just want to mention that to give us a better experience and really make us feel like we are our characters, it is best to simulate their experience. If we go into a swamp, I'll make it a little muggy in here, a mountain peak and I'll crank up the AC. We eat and drink what they do, to the best of our ability, and our clothes are our armor."

"Wait so like, if I lose something in the game, I'd take it off here?", hesitation and worry flooded her voice and gestures. She felt cornered, **** to be here by her mother, a feeling of unease in this idea but not enough to make her flee.

"Yes," Augie could sense the lack of inhibition in her that whatever power he had summoned placed within her, but it wasn't enough to overpower her will. "If you do t feel comfortable, we'll do it too. Don't worry. And, you can bring some friends since it's such a sausage fest . That way you're not the only lady?", Augie hoped her weakened mind would take the bait, that hopefully if it wouldn't infect another girl that at least he'd get Jamie to fall for it.

She paused for some time, think it over, a part of her brain warm with the feeling that this wasn't normal. But some voice in her head calmed her down and assured her this was alright, "...Yeah, okay. I'll see if I can get some girlfriends over here. It might make me feel more...comfortable."

A roar of applause flooded Augie's head as he congratulated himself and thanked the mysterious power of influence he'd been granted. He quickly escorted Jamie back to her convertible and then rushed back downstairs, "Guys, it totally fuckin' worked! You stay here, I'll be back soon. I have to ensure that things go our way." Back upstairs and Augie grabbed the keys to the station wagon and sped off toward the game shop to buy some rigged dice. The eveneing had just begun and it was going to be something wonderful.