Finna kept trying to stretch the ropes enough to allow her to slip one of her slender wrists free.  It was working, she just had to keep going, she could<em>feel</em>it working!<br/><br/>That wasn't all she could feel, of course.  The stick was barrelling in and out of her like a fiddler's elbow.  The weight of the kobold sat on her made her breaths come out in shallow little gasps.  She could feel the sharp talons on its scaly little feet, its tail draped around her hip, and now a fourth point of contact with her skin, engorged and phallic and poking obscenely into one of her breasts as it toyed with them.  Finna snarled and redoubled her efforts to get free.