Eilwy is interrupted

The nymphs giggled and made insulting comments as Eilwy, panting with lust, stroked herself towards completion. Their eyes gleamed wickedly as they watched, completely absorbed in the degrading spectacle unfolding before them. They were so focused, in fact, that they didn't notice what was happening around them before it was too late.

"Boo!"

"Eek!"

Eilwy squealed, wrapping her arms around her naked body as ugly goblins leaped from the bushes around them, cackling and holding ropes. Reality returned to her, and she gasped, her body flooding with hot shame, realising all of a sudden what she'd been doing. Had they been watching her? How long? Had they seen her... no! Not the goblins! Doing it in front of the nymphs was bad enough, but she couldn't have been caught in front of these filthy little...

She raised a hand to throw a lightning bolt, and ropes settled around her upper body, tying her arms behind her back. The goblins were good at ropework, and experts at capturing unaware girls. The harness locked into place around her body, caressing her flesh, stilling her hands, binding her breasts and even working its way between her legs, where she felt her dripping pussy suddenly invaded by the **** of a tight crotchrope. Grubby goblin claws swarmed over her, tightening knots and pinching sensitive parts of her body, as the horrible creatures bore her to the ground.

Niamh landed on her knees in the dirt, her dress torn, her eyes furious, the ropes holding her tight. She kicked and struggled, managing to black one goblin's eye and deal another a solid blow to the testicles, before they managed to get her legs bound. Eilwy lay on her side, squirming in her ropes, feeling goblins fingers tease her nipples, watching as Assha tore a goblin out of her hair and threw a lasso aside. She stood for just a moment, her dress half-off, a pretty pink nipple peeping through a tear, before turning and running as fast as she could towards the undergrowth.

Half a dozen goblins followed her, but Eilwy knew the nymph would probably get away. The forest protected her kind. She rolled over, looking into the eyes of Niamh, who lay beside her in the clearing, bound hand and foot, too angry to speak. The two women glared at each other, each blaming the other for their predicament, as the goblins danced around them, whooping with success.

They were caught. They were prisoners of the goblins. They knew exactly what goblins did to captured girls like them.

And Eilwy still hadn't even got to cum.