<span class="bbc_u"><strong>Sister Victoria</strong></span>(2)<br/>Victorias orc guard is wearing scale mail with a Guisarme and a sap as his weapons.  They are standard equipment for guards who intend on subduing prisoners rather than harm them.  Victoria hears the keys on his body but cannot see them from her current position.<br/><br/>Victoria doesn't have long to wait before a cow girl is wheeled to her cell.  The orc guards unlock her cell and say<em>"Kumashat katu, pi."</em>indicating the cow girl's breasts which are slowly dripping milk.  There's no device to help Victoria drink so she'll have to suck milk straight from the source.<br/><br/>While Victoria is getting her drink, the orcs get angry if she doesn't since she specifically asked for more, she can see and hear the whole encounter Trish has with the tiefling woman.<br/><br/><hr/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>N’Trish’Ta Songfire</strong></span>(2)<br/>The half giant stumbles back after being drained by Trish's, his cock spotless thanks to Trish's eagerness and her stretchy throat.  Trish hears his hearty laugh as he turns to walk away, his softening cock swaying with every step.<br/><br/>Before Trish can slip her head back through the locking gate she sees another face staring into her eyes.  The face belongs to a nearly naked tiefling woman, slender with moderately large breasts, bright red skin on her body and upper limbs, dark red that they're almost black extremities including her tail, black horns atop her head that curl into fancy handholds for the orally inclined, luxuriously dark black hair, and bright yellow eyes that almost seem to glow when you look into them.  Trish doesn't get a good look at everything the tiefling is wearing, just that her clothes are little more than suggestions of cloth over her nipples and groin.<br/><br/>The tiefling smiles and leans in closer to Trish, her voice little more than a whisper<em>"So you're the one being trained...no one told me you were a dark elf.  What's your name sweet thing?"</em><br/><br/>Before Trish can tell the tiefling her name, she leans in even closer almost to where their noses are touching and whispers<em>"Don't you think it's better to try me on rather than that brute of a male?  I can give you a lot more than a full stomach and a lonely cell...what do you say?"</em><br/><br/>This is where a pair of male guards rush the tiefling and grab her under each arm.  The smaller human male is the one who speaks<em>"Stop struggling, you know you're not permitted in this wing.  Come back with us and pick another fucktoy to play with"</em>.  The other male is an orc and makes the human seem like he's just there to look pretty since the orc's doing all the work.<br/><br/>As the tiefling is being taken away, her tail flicks towards Trish and a small hair clip lands inside Trish's little lockable box.<br/><br/><hr/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>N'Dara</strong></span>(3)<br/>The futa's cock swells back to full mast under N'Daras skillful fingers.  N'Daras attempts to wake the futa are also successful when she feels the futas hands grab her hips and take control.  N'Dara is lifted higher and dropped onto the futa's waiting cock all the way to the hilt.  The orc futa fucks N'Dara hard from below until she growls in frustration, lifts N'Dara off her cock, and nearly throws the elf facefirst across the bench.<br/><br/>Before N'Dara can recover the orc futa already has her cock lined up with N'Dara's cunt, the elf's ass high in the air, and a hand pressing N'Dara's head into the hard wood.  The orc futa is rough and doesn't care about anything other than cumming inside the elf under her.<br/><br/>When the futa cums inside N'Dara the second time, N'Dara finds herself caught with a splinter or two in her face, a pussy full of orc seed, and almost 200 pounds of sleeping orc pinning her to the bench.<br/><br/><hr/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Lydia Lovelady</strong></span>(3)<br/>The guard is very quick to restrain the hand she freed when Lydia mention masquerading as her and doesn't say anything else before marching out the door.  Lydia's poorly timed joke may have cost her what little goodwill the guard was willing to provide.<br/><br/>The other guards outside Lydia's cell don't do anything to help of hinder unless Lydia makes too much noise, half of them look like they'd love the chance to stuff even more things inside Lydia's pussy and ass.<br/><br/>Lydia's first attempt was too quick, but if she takes her time and lets the orc cum ooze between her hand and the restraints, she might have a better chance.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Escape artist modifier</div><div class="spoiler_body">+5 to Lydia's next check if she takes it slow</div></div><br/><hr/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Periwinkle</strong></span>(3)<br/>Emerald hisses at Periwinkle and tightens her coils at the suggestion of leaving her.  It's not until the cow girl returns and is locked away that Emerald reluctantly loosens her coils enough for Peri to crawl out.<br/><br/>Jamming the lock is almost effortless for Periwinkle to accomplish, but actually sneaking out past the 2 guards inside the cell and the guards posted along the dungeon wall will be a little trickier.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Roll for Periwinkles expedition</div><div class="spoiler_body">roll perception for every thing Peri looks for, DC variable</div></div>