They were getting worse

"Uh-oh, fellas? You alright? Look, I didn't mean to hurt you, ok? I just wanted to turn around and you guys were holding me and so I pushed you away... I'm sorry, really, but it was your fault in the first place."
As Fynn helped Edrig and Tilor to get up from the floor, the Elf girl noticed neither of the two seemed to be suffering much, in fact, it appeared that the part of their body they felt like it needed a massage was still only their erection. This somewhat reassured her she hadn't caused any serious damage.

"Sorry Rayla..." croaked Tilor. "I don't know what's happening. I was feeling better, but then suddenly as I was looking at your butt and it was all over again. And it's like Fynn said, we can't think straight. It must be all because of the potion," explained the swarthy librarian. Rayla noticed that her kick had made his glasses fall off and that boy hadn't even made an attempt to pick them up yet.

"See? I did tell you, didn't I? But... you guys have to fight it. I'm sure the effect will be gone by tomorrow."
She wasn't actually sure about that, but she felt being honest wouldn't have helped the mood of the room.
"You said it all happened because you were looking at me, right? Well, just look the other way then. Shut your eyes, turn around and everything is gonna be fine."
At this Edrig took a step towards her, eyes fixed right between her thighs.

"I'm afraid that won't do at all. I have a better idea to make us feel better. We just need to get some of that pink pussy of yours, Elf," he said menacingly. He took another step.
"You need my WHAT?"
The Elf girl couldn't believe her ears. She didn't know whether to feel embarrassed, outraged, or simply laugh and her face was stuck in an odd-looking grimace that was a perfect mix of those three feelings.

Fynn was the last one to speak his mind, he seemed to be on the verge of a breakdown.
"Oh please, Rayla, let us fuck your sweet, sweet pussy. We cannot wait anymore."
The farmer boy was stroking his erection with energy, apparently unconcerned of her gaze any more.

Rayla reeled, mouth open and cheeks red as they could get at the Humans' unexpected forwardness. This wasn't the way to speak to a lady, Human, or Elf that she was. She was still pretty embarrassed by both their obscene display and her own nakedness, she didn't need any more reasons to blush.

Since she had been left alone with those three, every time something had happened and she had had to react, she had managed to forget about it all for a little while, mere moments of peace, but then a spell of apparent stillness like that came, where everyone was quiet and the Humans just stared at her while openly masturbating, and she was back on the gridiron, wincing and squirming.
And now this. Things were getting worse.

It was suddenly that the Elf girl realized how fast they were though.
Something was not right. It wasn't just the Humans' attitude.
There was something about them, how they moved, dragging their feet around, and how their heads were cocked to the side. They looked like they were drunk or mesmerized or something like that. Yet their eyes had a kind of unusual feverish glint, and they were closing in on her.

It was some kind of spell, no doubt about that, but nothing like she had ever seen.
Yet it wasn't like she couldn't guess what they wanted from her or what would happen if she had let them get close.
At this point, even one like her had managed to picture herself a rather accurate mental image of their not-exactly-honorable intentions.
That was mostly because they had stated them openly though...

They were three, she was one. They were free, she was chained.
Despite that, Rayla felt confident enough she could fend them off with relative ease if it had to come to that. They were no warriors after all: one was a weak-looking glass-wearing librarian with no glasses, one other looked like the only lifting he had ever done in his life was that of a fork off a plate, plenty of times. The smith's apprentice, Edrig, was the only one she was a little concerned about. He looked like he had enough muscles and reach to pose a concrete threat in a fight.

A fight where she was chained and outnumbered three to one and had no weapons, that was.
Still, those three Humans bampots were prisoners, victims just like her. If possible, she still had to try to reason one last time with them before coming to blows.
"Ok fellas, let's calm down, take a deep breath and talk about this, shall we?