The kobold weighed less than half what Finna did and as it climbed onto her stomach she understood how she'd killed the first one so easily.  They were just physically much smaller and weaker than a human, even a woman.  If she could<em>just</em>get her hands free, she was sure she could strangle it in just a few seconds.  Any kind of weapon would be enough to smash its head in.  Even that<em>accursed</em>stick, if she could just get her hands on it...<br/><br/>She let such thoughts comfort her as kobold number four pawed and kneaded her breasts, noting in disgust its evident arousal as it did so.  Finna had stopped struggling and was now concentrating purely on slipping her hands free of their bonds.  By rubbing her wrists together she could already feel she was creating some space there.  If she kept going for long enough she was sure she would eventually break free.