[P] A spark of resistance

Digit wanted to cry. She just wanted to wake up in her bed and have this all be a bad dream. She'd take a berating from the dorm matron right now, that'd be downright pleasant over... this.

This wasn't at all how she'd imagined her first time going, mostly because she'd never imagined having a first time. That stuff didn't interest her. It was gross. This... was gross.

She could feel the troll's slimy tongue writhing around, coating her ass and thighs with his viscous saliva. It felt like she'd sat down in a vat of warm jelly... naked.

Her arms were free now, but the troll's threat loomed over her heart. She looked behind herself, seeing her gossamer wings wedged firmly between his meaty fingers, just centimetres away from his sickle-like claws. He could make good on that threat... easily.

But even still, she had to do something, right? Even torn wings would be a triviality compared to the organ-rupturing she imagined enduring if he followed his intentions through to their climax... ugh... conclusion!

With her head still turned, her eyes shifted from her wings to the cabin. Through the window, she could still see that stick lying on the floor near the entrance. And she had an idea.

What was a single stick, if not a very lacklustre campfire?

She glanced furtively back at the troll. His eyes were closed as he focused on his, blech, task. She might just be able to get away with this.

Thinking quickly, she started to moan, softly, quietly. She wasn't really getting off to this, but if she was making noise anyway, she might be able to disguise the sound of her quietly incanting a spell.

With a flick of the wrist and a quietly-moaned magic word, the tip of the stick began to smoulder, then glow, as an ember took hold. It would be slow, but in an all-wood cabin such as this one, the flames should inevitably spread. Hopefully then, by the time the troll noticed, it'd be a big enough inferno to scare him off.

She'd just have to endure whatever he wanted to do to her in the meantime, and try to delay him from getting to the main event for as long as possible.

[P] I use prestidigitation to catch the stick on fire. I try to hide the incantation with fake moaning.