Not without a fight

"Am I still at full Hit Points, Stephen?" Sandra's question is a pretty good indicator that she isn't going to just meekly let the burly guard do whatever he wants to her beautiful cleric. A quick mental check confirms that she hasn't taken any damage. By surrendering to the city guard without a fight and not having been subjected to the whipping she was expecting, Rae hasn't lost a single Hit Point during the whole adventure. Sandra's character is probably exhausted after being up all night and then the following day, but D&D doesn't really have rules for that.

"That's right." You agree with a raised eyebrow. "I assume this means Rae isn't going to give in without a fight?"

"I'm going to kick that sick bastard right in his nuts. Even with my hands chained together, I can still defend myself a little." It is pretty clear that Sandra's character isn't going to successfully fight her way out of the Overlord's dungeon, but a third level cleric, even without her mace and armor, is a pretty formidable fighter.

"That sounds like a called shot so you'll have a -4 on your to-hit roll," you warn the novice player, "but a kick to his tender bits is definitely going to hurt if you make it." You pause to calculate the odds. "Your THAC0 is still 20, and he is armor class 10 so you'll need a 14 to hit ... a little better if you catch him by surprise, still want to do this?" Sandra nods eagerly and reaches for her pink D20.

Her excitement is dampened a little when the roll comes up a miserable 5. You've seen players in the past get frustrated by bad rolls, but Sandra is nonplussed by the disappointing results. "Shoot. Maybe I shouldn't use pink dice for combat?"

You smile back as you explain that the burly guard seems to be expecting the kick and you spend the next three minutes using the unarmed combat charts in the DM's Guide to figure out what happens. Sandra's rolls improve and for a while it looks like she might, even with her wrists chained together, be able to take the guard down. It is easy to make this feel like a scene from a movie, you describe how the burly guard reaches for Rae in the flickering light from the lamp as the cheers and jeers come from the prisoners and guards. Ultimately the difference between the two contestants comes down to the guard's advantage in weight and strength and after a few more rounds the pretty cleric is pinned face first against the bars of the cell.

"The sweating henchman tightens the chain fastening Rae's wrists until she is stretched helplessly with just the balls of her feet reaching the rough floor." The position is similar to the first pencil sketch you found in her notebook, and you can see that Sandra seems to be aroused by her cleric's predicament. In an attempt to turn the direction of this run back in a safer direction you assure her that she did pretty much everything right.

"If your first kick had landed the way you wanted it to, you almost certainly could have taken him." You smile at the pretty Sophomore, pleased with how well the combat played out. It was a good chance to let Sandra get used to D&D combat and because you were using the unarmed combat system, most of the hit points would comeback quickly so there wouldn't be any long lasting effects. Sandra however has something else on her mind.

"Rae can feel the guard's hard body pressed against her backside as she struggles weakly in his grasp," Once again she is filling in details that you deliberately left out, as she describes her character's reaction to being defeated. "She's not used to having her innocent body touched like this, Stephen, and the disturbing memory of the bailiff's inspection comes back in a rush." Sandra pushes her dice into a neat pile before looking at you expectantly. "Now that the guard has subdued Rae, what is he going to do to her? I imagine he's pretty mad about having his face bashed in when the chain hit him, isn't he?"

"Yeah," you smile wryly, "most of the females that end up in these cells are zero-level young ladies from good families who've never been trained to fight. To make matters worse, the other guards are still mocking him as he tries to catch his breath." Sandra surprises you by climbing to her feet and faces to the bookcase next to your chair. The chain leading from her wrists clinks softly in the otherwise silent room as she lifts her hands over her head.

"Please, Mister ..." her voice is throaty and low, but you can hear her clearly enough. Sandra's eyes are sparkling with excitement as she throws herself into the role of the Priestess of Saint Cuthbert. "Please don't do this..."

"The burly guard just laughs at Rae's belated plea for mercy." You explain, and then in a major breach of Dungeons and Dragons norms, you climb to your feet and stepping behind her, you demonstrate what is happening to her character instead of just describing it. "The jailer pushes his hard, muscular frame against your cleric's soft body... and he explores her lush figure much like the Bailiff had earlier, but his calloused hands are much rougher as he gropes her crudely." As you speak, your hands do just that; cupping her ass and squeezing firmly.

"At least Rae has some clothes on this time." Sandra gasps softly, obviously having as much trouble keeping her cool as you are.

"Sadly," you dampen her hopes with brutal honesty, "Rae's skimpy undergarments are next to useless to protect her modesty." As if to demonstrate how easy it would be, you slide your hand into the cup of her bra and fondle the plump globe. Sandra moans softly, and then surprises you by admitting that her lawful good character is reacting much like she is.

"Rae jerks and twists in his arms; she's doing her best to hide the pleasure that comes with the shame." As Sandra speaks, you can feel the bud of her nipple tighten into a hard button and her breathing is coming out in short gasps. You have to stop this now. Vivian is going to kill you!