/erp/ - Erotic Roleplay

Rolled 5, 3 = 8 (2d6)

>>171260

stand strong and RESIST - Isabe's active action this turn is spent fighting against her situation and disadvantages as a whole, trying to tunr it around into momentum she can use. Whether this is against the ghost ship, the statue or the blackout or everythign as a whole - she's trained to endure and that's what this scenario calls for, and I feel its worth giving up the action. Clamming up, struggling - shoving down her corruption.

No normal, Specialty, combat indecency. sill busy/game night tongiht. fluff after, hopefully

Rolled 2, 1 = 3 (2d6)

>>171703

Actually you were absent last turn. Your last indicated action was to oppose Charybdis's action, and the fluff implied trying to do so despite being held, so I didn't interpret it as an action that would break the hold. Moreover the monster rolled higher than you did, so that would have thwarted the action in either case.

>>171709

2d6, speaker statue

Rolled 3, 4, 3, 1 = 11 (4d6)

ULTRA FAST LOW CONTENT TURN, WILL FLUFF AFTER TURN PROCESSING

Charybdis attempts to corrupt her captives/just isabel if group attacking in this way isn't kosher: Dice: Normal, Specialty, Corruption, Trance

Rolled 3, 1, 4, 3 = 11 (4d4)

BAH RIGHT, the Dice. Consider that the Isabel dice then- group attack version

>>171719

>>171720

DM dice post is the usual cut-off, but this one is simple enough. Give me one more set, 1d6 for each of the three girls your grapple landed on: Isabel, Snowwoman, and Ticking Tycoon.

These are your molesting strike roll, and the grapple becomes a sexgrapple for each whose die lands under their current indecency. Declare the targets in whatever order feels lucky.

Rolled 2, 2, 3 = 7 (3d6)

Isabel, Tycoon, Snowwoman

Rolled 2 (1d6)

>>171709

Oh, and 1d6 for a broken speaker statue.

Rolled 3, 5 = 8 (2d6)

>>171727

"Oof-!" Sylvie hits the floor with a thud, losing her pirate hat and gaining a big red bump in the middle of her forehead. "Rude! I was talking to her!" Reshaping her bow, Sylvie lets loose another few arrows, these ones unfurling with little spines dotting each tentacle, hoping to tear up some of Nia's costume.

Attack Nia: Tangler Bow/Corruption

Rolled 1, 6, 3, 4 = 14 (4d6)

>>171847

>>171727

In the darkness, Nia could hear that the attack hit. But it didn't do much? At least it kept Idol safe. She listens for any movement. The twang of the bow is enough, but a;; that talking was an even better hint at her position. Move out of that trajectory. But why not break someone out at the same time? That new girl was still pristine. Isabel it is.

Dodge arrows, destroy whatever is holding Isabel: Normal, Cat-like Reflexes, Scythe, Indecency

Delaying the turn to tomorrow or Wednesday. Need to get to sleep early.

Rolled 2, 3, 1, 5 = 11 (4d6)

Reach around the statue and undo Ticking Tycoon's bonds: Normal/Indecency/Corruption/Trance

>>171727

>>171847

Something about Sylvie tumbling away breaks Idol out of her trance just long enough for a laugh to slip out. It's good to know that she's still in there somewhere. Now if only they could snap her out of it…

With the power out there's not much she can do directly, but at least the wires aren't strong enough to actually restrain her. Once again she tries to ignore her passenger (and take a few steps away from where it sounds like Sylvie landed) before hopping up to help the new girl.

Rolled 1 (1d6)

>>171891

Indecency

Rolled 5, 3 = 8 (2d6)

>>171727

>>171891

>>171029

Aaand then the ghosts happen.

A coil of rope loops around Ticking Tycoon's ankle and hauls her off her feet. Emilia's swarm of coins go everywhere, losing momentum and hitting the ground shortly after she does. She gets dragged into the mass of ghost-pirates, momentarily shrieking like a girl who had just seen some kind of… of…

…a-ahem.

She's getting manhandled onto the deck. Her present situation makes her kick and struggle against it, doing her best to avoid getting bound up in whatever pirate-themed material they find works best to contain her. She has one hand free, and she tries to get a grip on anything solid on the ghost ship, working to wriggle loose and toss herself overboard, ideally before the broken statue can get in on holding her down. Maybe with Electric Idol's help, she can…!!

Break free of the grapple! Normal, Indecency!

>>171966

Unrelated, but damn that art is hot. Got the source?

Rolled 2, 2 = 4 (2d6)

>>171967

Tragically, I can't even find something by searching the image sites.

>>171968

Dug a bit more and found'em.

https://www.pixiv.net/member.php?id=66935

It's on pixiv though, requires an account so it kinda sucks. But it's all there.

Rolled 6 (1d6)

>>171899

1d6, statue

Rolled 5 (1d6)

exposure for snowwoman

>>172067

>>171899

>>171891

rp post in regards to my failed action

"Don't worry! I'll get you out of this!" Slipping through the ghosts Elly begins to tug at the ghostly knot… although her attempts at freeing her companion soon become admiration at the ropework that holds her down. "Oh I've seen this, it runs up here and then ties to that, and then this goes…" soft hands trace the bindings up her legs as she examines the fine work, making sure to tug at each knot to check the crew's work, oblivious to any reaction her investigation is causing. "That's not uncomfortable is it? What's important is it's not hurting you or anything." The cotton cord is released, falling back into place upon Emilia's form, shifting itself back as if it had never been disturbed. "She really likes her ropes, huh?"

The stomp-stomp-stomping of an approaching golem scares her off before lifting the girl Elly was SUPPOSED to be rescuing. "u-uh. Sorry! Don't be rough on her! She's squirmy!"

Rolled 3, 5 = 8 (2d6)

>>172067

>>172079

"Oh don't worry about her. I'm sure the captain will treat her right…" Sylvie remarks, brushing some pink-tinted hair from her eyes. "But let's talk about you…~" she whispers lightly, blowing a little on Idol's ear. Her hands once again begin to roam over Elly's body, dragging over the smooth, tight material of her bodysuit and making a satisfying squeak. With Sylvie kissing up her neck and cheek, Idol could feel aphrodisiac-tinted lipstick sinking in through her skin. That slimy little creature started to twist over her body once more, a teasing tentacle tip dragging up and down Elly's slit and nudging at her button while the pleasure-drunk archer tries to seduce her.

"We could teach you all sorts of rope tricks… and you'd have fans here too. Just think about how many monsters and dolls would come to watch your 'performances'…~"

Corrupt Idol: Tangler Bow/Corruption

Rolled 2, 5 = 7 (2d6)

>>172067

>>172079

Electric Idol does her best to help Emilia, which, to Emilia's dissatisfaction, appears to be to help her get comfortable, not get out. Emilia smiles with strained politeness while hands brush bound legs, shifting knots, and getting a stifled reaction of startled noise out of the pirate-snatched girl. "N-no… actually, it's snug but not really uncomfortable. Actually I'm kind of surprised that it isn't as tight as it looks?" It looks pretty tight. Her rather modest dress is concealing a few curves just begging to be shown off. "But –"

Which she is less than okay with, as it turns out. The golem scoops her up and she starts kicking and squirming. "– aren't you supposed to get this thing off of me?!"

Oh. Right.

Emilia wiggles her fingers, struggling to reach for one of the many coins secreted away on her person. Unable to grab one, she instead sharply jerks her head left, and then, with a grunt, swings it back to the right. There's a odd but distinct 'click-CLACK' from her hat. One of the brass keys sticking out of it starts to spin rapidly. A whirring, metallic winding sound gets gradually louder as it rattles atop her head, sliding into a jaunty angle, and a 'ding~' like an oven timer going off rings out as… something… happens.

The top of it settles right up against the Golem's head. It swings open on an unseen hinge, revealing a dark interior. Emilia blows a displaced lock of hair out of her face, muttering, "Any time now, hat."

An enormous boxing glove on a tightly-wound spring promptly shoots out to knock the golem into next week.

Rock 'em sock 'em golems! Sneak attack on the grabbing golem! Specialty (Hat Trick), Indecency!

Rolled 3 (1d6)

>>172205

(Oop. Indecency check?!

Rolled 5, 4, 1, 2 = 12 (4d6)

>>172205

>>172187

>"aren't you supposed to get this thing off of me?!"

"uh." Sylvie's words quickly follow, and now it's Elly's turn to squirm as those hands fall upon her once again. Kisses and whispers above, twisting tentacles below, and hands holding her upright and steady in between. Feet rooted to the floor Elly rhythmically twists and thrusts in place, imagination running wild at those half-listened-to promises and basking in Sylvie's personal touch. "I ah, might need a hand with some of them. Would you be able to..?" The bit of hidden cord takes her attention as one of those digits find it, vibrating under the friction of rubber. The limited feelings upon her skin make her somehow more sensitive than if she was nude, and for a brief moment she wishes those ropes would grow all over and out, suspending her above the ground as that crowd watches her shift, then thrash, and finally come still. Accepting that she is unwilling to free herself. It's one hell of a mental image, performing/displayed like that before an equally enthralled crowd. Metal coils round a wrist, mimicking the feeling of yet more rope and growing warm with stolen sparks. That same hand finds its way to her former ally, resting upon her. "I need you to stay with me. Just a little longer."

Hold Sylvie still, prepare for Purification: Normal/Indecency/Corruption/Trance

Rolled 3, 2, 5 = 10 (3d6)

>>172067

>>172216

Through the darkness, Nia spots Elly as though she's possessed. Something has grabbed hold of her, and she can't figure out what. Instead, it seems there's something strangling the girl's arm. Is that why there haven't been any sparks around? Her poleaxe dematerializes, replaced by a knife, which she aims.

Destroy Whiskapus: Normal, Soul-Weaponry, Indecency

Rolled 6, 3 = 9 (2d6)

>>172225

Indecency (speedsense)

>>172226

Wait this takes the lowest of the two, right? Not both? Else this is the worst powerup and ignore me ever using it

Rolled 2, 1, 5 = 8 (3d6)

1d6, exposure check Snowwoman

>>172205

1d6, speaker golem

>>172225

1d6, whiskapus

Rolled 3 (1d6)

>>172233

Corruption

Rolled 4, 4, 1, 6 = 15 (4d6)

Purify Sylvie: Precision Broadcast/Corruption/Indecency/Trance

>>172233

>>172225

>>172187

The rough scrape of metal-on-metal resonates through her arm, accompanied by a twitch from the metallic beast. The coils hold on, but not as firm. Clearly the constant flow of energy is wearing on it as well as Elly.

"I don't want to lose you again." Traces of static kiss bare flesh as a hand comes to rest on Sylvie's back, tensing with each movement of the creature. "Besides, I just know you wouldn't want to be in the crowd. You should be forced into it too, right alongside me. And right now you're just way too willing to enjoy yourself."

"Show me some of that resistance. Like last time."

Rolled 4, 2, 1 = 7 (3d6)

>>172482

reroll

Rolled 6, 5, 4 = 15 (3d6)

>>172556

try again?

Rolled 5, 4, 2 = 11 (3d6)

>>172067

>Isabel must take an indecency check

>>172233

>>171966

"Absolu-AHN!"

its not often isabel gts to be the damsel in distresss. she squeals, a firm yelp once as the crack of a palm echoes on the slayers skirted tush - and her skirt moves, ripples upwards. Frays lightly at the edge of her uniform as the garb absorbs.

..but she has the captain's attention. Good. She's the freshest of the girls. The girl grits her teeth, even as her skin reddens slightly. This's something she can endure. Perhaps even sucker into a sucker punch..

Action! Resist AND distract the heck out of Charybdis! Her breasts worked on elly, maybe her body can ensnare the captain the same way? Indecency from the other turn, then Monster Hunter, then indecency for this turn.

Isabel hopes her fruitful wriggling isn't going to be be a distraction for the team, too!

"That the best you got? And you call yourself a captain? I've seen ghosts that hit harder" isabel goads Charybdis onn. "Come on, get both hands in there."

… at least, its worth a shot to get her to drop the saber.

Rolled 6, 4, 5, 1 = 16 (4d6)

>>172579

Charybdis' eyebrow twitches. Mind you, her attention is on that bottom reddening under the crack of that oar, and a subsequent spank she doesn't even fully remember delivering. On the hemline rising, revealing it even more clearly.

Isabel's wounded her pride, which has been ballooning up supported by whatever's gone haywire in her head, mixing with her underlying need to prove herself as more than she is.

"I'm the best," she says flatly. Isabel will feel a sudden and decisive pressure on her calves as Charybdis straddles them. "You, you disruptive half-corrupt lout, haven't even begun to see what I can do." The IPWS rests on her knees as she lets it settle there. She doesn't give up her most precious possession lightly even in a trance.

And then thunderous, double-handed, alternating, manic, spanks begin to rain across Isabel's backside, fueled by determination, lust, need to prove, need to see the evidence of her victory in this.

This totally petty spanking session that she should really be ignoring to more properly defeat the pure girls, but that's not what she's thinking about.

Action: Take a dive for Isabel's action. Dice are only rolling 'cause I want to keep moving Isabel's Indecency/Corruption and Charybdis' Trance (potentially). Dice: Normal, Corruption, Trance, Molesting Strike if Applicable.

Rolled 4, 1, 6 = 11 (3d6)

>>172592

Reroll

Rolled 4 (1d6)

>>172593

Indecency

>>172482

Dazed and confused by the psychic assault, Sylvie's cheeks went hot again as Elly turned her temptations right back around on her. Feeling warmth flowing into her through Idol's grip, Sylvie shivered a little. As images of that stage filled her head, the two girls tied up side by side, she picks up on a bit of Elly's desires. She tries to wriggle free from the squeeze, but the comforting warmth of Idol's pure magic, plus that naughty bit of encouragement stuck to her, making her attempts half-hearted. It wasn't Elly she should be struggling against…..

Something else within her felt that surge of purity though, and instinctively moved against it. A heavy, surging pressure sunk in her abdomen and forced its way downward. Magenta-hued slime dribbled out down her thighs and soaking through her panties, before squeezing out in thicker masses, stretching her cervix and inner channel as it escaped. Pouring out into a puddle as Sylvie thrashed and moaned, it eventually congealed into a more recognizable shape- a pink slime-girl bearing Sylvie's face and features!

Meanwhile, the birthing left her body hot and her curse mark sending maddening pulses of pleasure through her body… never quite enough to get her off on its own. Squeezing a hand between her legs, the mark once more shaped into a chastity belt. Whining, she ground her hips against Elly's body. "Nnnnhhhhh…~ S-so close- Idol, pleeeaaaase!" she whimpered in pitiful denial.

Summon Monster: Slimegirl (2 Dice)

Rolled 6, 3 = 9 (2d6)

>>172233

>>172592

Emilia feels relieved to have the weight of one statue off of her, even if she's still kind of tied up by ghostly ropes. Fortunately, it looks like the Captain is a bit preoccupied doing… something kinda disconcerting. Not nearly so much as Sylvie, who is making Emilia feel flushed and faint by mere proximity, but if she's going to make it through this place, she'll just have to toughen up!

The hat snaps closed and drops off of her head, tumbling forward. She manages to catch the rim in her teeth before she totally loses it. She makes a muffled, "Heh hht, geuh bahg on," that only sort of translates. It rattles and whirs, and the top flips open, pushing against her chest and springing back up on top of her head like it had a life of its own. (It might.)

Emilia sighs, and feels… breezy. Apparently, the force required to propel it caught a key on her blouse, and tore a hole nearly from neck to corset. "Are you kidding me –" She hardly has time to be flabbergasted at how easily her outfit tears when she's called on for aid. The Tycoon cranes her neck, spotting something much more calming and not-fluster-inducing: Nia, who is basically cute as a button like that. "Right!" She beams, then wiggles, straining her hand –

Her fingertip brushes a penny tucked behind a button. Enough of them flood out of her pocket that it looks like they'd exploded a coin-counting machine somewhere in the vicinity. The bounce, roll, then jump into the air, bombarding the statue while she continues to try to loosen her bonds.

Destroying the statue! Specialty (Compound Interest), Indecency!

>>172482

<Trance 6

>>172627

Sylvie's not the only one feeling hot and bothered; Idol clings to her rapidly warming body as the leftover tentacle continues to drive her mad. "Imagine," she adds, "the two of us up there, blinded by the spotlights and being teased by one of your friends." Her hips swing, partly out of quickly-growing desperation but also to remind the fallen star of the "gift" she gave. "Just knowing how much they love seeing us. I know you would want to be there with me, watching and sharing and maybe working an arm free to hold my hand while we perform. Even if we couldn't touch you could still watch me." And then our friends will come to our rescue and fight everyone off and take good care of me while saying how everything will be okay now.

The desperate cry only makes her hold on tighter, practically tipping them both over while Sylvie whimpers. She NEEDS Elly right here and now. She NEED her to hold on and not let go until he senses return. She's oblivious to the dripping double forming below, what's important thought now is Sylvie.

Rolled 1 (1d6)

1d6, snowwoman exposure

>>172646

Oh, also Charybdis renews sexgrapple on Isabel, strength 6

>>172646

>Oh, also Charybdis renews sexgrapple on Isabel, strength 6

lame!

>>172646

Isabel is not having a good time of it. Between the ghostly snare and the shadow magics still lingering(probably?), its all the violette can do to jump her hips and try to stave off the worst of her predicament. SHe's not making it easy - but then again, that's what charybdis likes, right? Prizes to be won, not pups to roll over?

"very clever! Y-ah! you're as dim as my shadow. If you want me to feel it - Ng. AH. ff-" A bit lip, feisty slayer. Tan skin in motion, a girl struggling while snared in the web.

>>172646

Elly ->'Entranced has raised to 6, Electric Idol is unable to resist or escape sexgrapples until entranced is lowered. (Minimum action roll is swapped out for this effect.)

Isabel's ears work fine though.She hears the taunts, the teases. The mild sensuality turning to bare thoughts teh slayer might be responsible, and her

Elly - focus''. H-ah- snow,AOW. " The slayer starts, a sharp call out laced with a tinge of 'dark magics', just about to bid someone help - The last of isabel's word quickly turns to OW instead of snow. Her uniform frays around her shoulders and top, the slayer's inner focus bent towards denying the pirate her booty. She's still in control. For now.

i'm torn between actions. either stepping up with breaking free, or reaching to to help elly with my dice, or keeping the captain snared at cost to me. Any suggestions?

>>172771

(since the last thing we want is for me to actually succeed at turning isabel under the circumstances, I'm essentially treating this one as an entirely flavor turn)

Charybdis' focus is getting worse. Or better. That itching buzz of need stronger. The only thing she's even really hearing right now is the impact of skin on skin, the little noises Isabel makes. Each one is like liquid triumph to her ears, the definition of exultation.

That said, Isabel actually gets a moment of fortune, a small reprieve as Charybdis relents on the brutal spanking, admiring the welt her oar raised and the pretty pattern of dark blushes slowly melting together into a positively glowing rear end. She reaches up and pulls down (what's left of) Isabel's underthings, before her hands return to stroke, massage, pull and squeeze, watching her ripple underneath her fingers and the wink of her backdoor and pussy occasionally through it.

"Still not feeling it~?" She coos, half-attentively.

Action: None. I like ass, so sue me.

Rolled 4, 5, 5 = 14 (3d6)

>>172646

>>172771

>>172825

>>172627

>>172636

(Isabel should be fine either way, she still has a crystal)

Nia watches in awe as Sylvie squirms in Elly's grasp. Her begging and whining gave away something she hadn't thought about, if the chastity belt didn't do it first: was she being controlled by her desire? The belt disappeared as that slime creature, a manifestation of her corruption, oozed out from her desperate folds. "Wow…" she couldn't help but mutter, but was on her guard when it transformed into a pink, translucent version of Sylvie.

She quickly takes a look at Isabel, watching as the captain… spanked her? She wasn't expecting that. But anything to keep her distracted. Elly had Sylvie in her grasp, and Sylvie was too desperate it seemed. With nothing else to break those ties, she wasn't about to let that slime girl step in.

"Once more," she whispers in Tycoon's ear before leaping into the air, ready to spear the slime straight through to the ground.

Jump, attack slime from above: Normal, Cat-like Reflexes, Indecency

Rolled 2, 4 = 6 (2d6)

>>172646

got it. I'll just have to find some other way to drive her wild then

>>172825

ain't nothin wrong with that

>>172827

>>172771

"Looks like we have an audience." Ever the entertainer, Elly immediately picks up on the attention they draw; quick looks and lingering gazes alike are fuel enough for the performance. Now it's her turn to whisper. "I really hate to cut a show short, so let's give 'em something to watch. You ready?"

Wires cross and the Whiskapus flies free, thunder resounding within the four walls as her circuit finally fries the poor thing off. And right after, in the moment in which she's sure all eyes are on them, she pulls Sylvie tighter against herself and slides, no, thrusts, two re-energized fingers straight into the den of evil, lifting a leg right out of the way so everyone can clearly see the attack. "Huh? For a second there It felt like-" her words come just a little too loud to be private "Wait, is that a..? It isn't." Pulling right back out she takes a good look at her target. Nothing at first, bare. But soon after the gossamer steel reforms, glowing against soaking skin. "ohmygo- *ahem* oh Goddess she really did a number on you. But…" She reaches back in sloooowly, stopping just before the shield and only moving forward when it drops. "Well that doesn't really work does it? If anyone can just reach in it-" That's when it hits her. Those lustful eyes, that subtle quiver, how… aggressive Sylvie was being towards her. "anyone ELSE can. Is that it?" A small shock fills the silence, looking to wear down the remaining darkness. I have GOT to get one of those. "Well fortunately I'm in just the mood to help you. Now be a good girl and let me tear this out."

Hands-on purification: Corruption/Electric Burst (probably a stretch, not sold at all on including this myself but rolling it anyway)