Syndella's chest heaved with each pant of exertion, her muscles trembled as they were stretched to their limit, her curves straightened and flattened as she put everything she had into lunging out with her foot. More often than not her toes grazed the orc's meat instead of finding purchase against the keyring, and she could feel the texture of his shaft as though she was really giving him a footjob - hot, throbbing, hard but ever so slightly spongy, swollen purple with blood as it was.<br/><br/>Oh so slowly did she work the keyring higher up the veiny shaft, every inch hard-earned, as the old jailer snored on in his blissful wet dream. The pleasure from her foot must be building up, because even as Syndella got closer to success, so did the orc get closer to coming more often - his meat swelling up one more step, clear gooey precum dribbling from its tip - and take longer to settle back down to a merely aroused state away from the precipice when it was safe to try again. The seconds ticked by, the smell of his musk and her sweat mixing together with nowhere to escape in the stale air, until she finally succeeded in hooking the keyring with her big toe and lifted it up and off that rock-hard, throbbing cock... and that motion turned out to be the straw that broke the camel's back. The fully swollen and purple cock started throbbing and jerking in place as muscles contracted powerfully to pump out his load. The first few throbs were dry, his seed still travelling down the plumbing so to speak, but then his volcano erupted spewing forth white lava that splattered all over her feet and calves, feeling hot and molten and thick against her skin that promised to cake up thickly after it cooled and dried.<br/><br/>But Syndella now had the iron key to her manacles, and though her work was hardly done - she still had to transfer the key from her foot to her hands chained above her head somehow - at least now she could proceed at her own pace without further worry of waking the orc, who fortunately continued to slumber after his wet dream discharge.<br/><br/>It was only a matter of time before she had her freedom, or as much freedom as she could have while trapped in a torture chamber with a fat thankfully sleeping orc jailer in an unknown dungeon without any equipment. Although maybe she could do something about that last bit now...<br/><br/><strong>Torture rack</strong><br/>Nothing of value.<br/><br/><strong>The torture tool / sex toy display</strong><br/>Most of the tools were too specialized to be put to other use... but there was a scalpel that would serve as an improvised dagger (-4 to attack), and a huge iron dildo that would serve as an improvised club (-4 to attack). (+2 Stealth DC per item taken)<br/><br/><strong>Sleeping jailer orc</strong><br/>Could be searched for valueables, but obviously risking waking him up. (+10 Stealth DC if searched)<br/><br/><strong>Door</strong><br/>The iron key also opened the door, leading to spiraling stairs upwards... The burning torch in the sconce could be taken. (+2 Stealth DC if taken)<br/><br/><hr/><br/><em>Make a single stealth check, DC the total of all the above choices, to see if the orc wakes up while she does her thing... (no taking 10 or 20 here!)</em><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">When you take 10 or take 20, you treat the dice as if you had rolled 10 or 20 and add any modifiers, so you don't add another roll to the result.<br/></div></div>