<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Escape Artist Check (Taking 10):<br/>Roll(1d20)+11:<br/>19,+11<br/>Total:30</div></div><br/><br/>It took all her effort...Syndella's sleek throat working, as she got a good, long look of the orc's meaty fingers working that fat shaft - the keyring inching<em>higher</em>- waiting, heart in her mouth, to see if her jailor would wake up...<br/><br/>And then the moment passed, and she almost -<em>almost</em>- exhaled in relief.<br/><br/>The virtual vixen was having a bad, *bad* start. She leaned against the wall, one leg poised beneath her...Biting her lip to smother her sounds of effort, her brow furrowing in intense concentration! Her toes brushed against the orc's shaft - the warm contact enough to make her eyes widen, make her body stiffen - falling short,<em>just</em>a little...Before she fell back, taking some of the pressure off her legs.<br/><br/>No - she had to try again. Maybe this time...<br/><br/>This time, her pale foot grazed against that throbbing cockhead - her tongue working against her full, pouting lips, as the lovely redhead tried to hook the keyring with her toes...No, they were simply sliding against the orc's straining meat, teasing - entirely unintentionally! - the thick, veiny length...A little whimper teased from deep within, a faint sheen of sweat glistening on her creamy skin!<br/><br/>Was he...Was he getting<em>harder</em>from her efforts? From the sounds the orc was making, as the lovely fighter's nimble foot caressed him again and again - He was having a very, *very* good dream indeed. The edges of her vision blurred, her mouth going dry - both sensations rendered in perverse detail - as Syndella's full bosom rose and fell, rose and fell, muscles she didn't know she<em>had</em>beginning to ache...<br/><br/>She didn't know how many times she tried. Again, then again...Oh-so-aware of the way the orc's cock twitched beneath her attentions! More than once - when the bulbous head purpled, alarmingly - she had to stop, going limp in her chains, aware that if she made him<em>cum</em>...She wouldn't be able to reach the keys.<br/><br/>It didn't stop her body from<em>responding</em>- the musky smell making her pert nose wrinkle, her crimson tresses swaying in time to her achingly precise motions...Until her big toes finally hooked the ring! Slowly, agonizingly slow, Syndella eased it up, up,<em>up</em>- Her arms trembling with pent-up effort. She<em>couldn't</em>fail, not now...!<br/>