The Small grey catgirl, who's name was rather uncreatively Furr, usually landed on her feet. Unfortunately she was not usually tied up like this. Fortunately something else caught her fall.<br/><br/>Furr landed on somebody's back and rolled off, Landing on the ground, she tried to stand up, and impressive feat with her shackles. She hadn't tried to escape while in the prison because she knew they would just re-capture her and place her in stronger bindings. The constant rapings, from which her pussy was still swollen and dripping, were just something she had to deal with. In fact, she kind of liked it. Furr was a runt, and in Nephilim society she had always been used by the older males in her tribe. In the Empire she worked as a prostitute, However she found pleasure in defying people larger and wealthier than her. Once they had fucked her silly and taken there rest, she would make off with all there valuables.<br/>This racket had been going pretty well until she tried it on the captain of the guard, who personalty took it upon himself to make her pay for every last copper piece before throwing her into the pit.