Roll below 17 on a 1d20…

Gord rocked and fought back an orgasm as she deftly squeezed the clit ring. It took all of her concentration. Every ounce of skill and luck she possessed but she heard a click as the thin metal circle snapped. Carefully she gingerly threaded the metal wire from her pierced clit. It was slippery, her lips were as engorged as her nipples, her juices lathered her inner thighs and with every fibre of her new being she desired to frig herself to what promised to be an incredible orgasm… but she was focused.

She had to escape!

She moved the gold wire to the manacles and started to try and pick the lock…