The imps

The lure of her orgasm was too strong. Gilly didn't care who or what was approaching. She just threw her head back, closed her eyes and surrendered to the wave of pleasure that was washing over her. It felt more intense and more real than any climax she had ever experienced before. She screamed and drummed her feet into the mud, splashing water and earth over her body.

After what felt like an eternity, the climax faded, leaving her laying on the ground with an open mouth, sucking in air and breathing heavily.

Then she opened her eyes; and screamed.

She was staring into the faces of several imps, all grinning at her with mischievous eyes. They held ropes, hunting nets and other implements to restrain. Each imp was wearing a loincloth, but every single loincloth was pushed to the side to present unnaturally huge dicks. Hard and erect. They must have watched her for quite a while, Gilly realized.

"The little bitch is clearly in heat." One of them snarled.
"Let's claim her." Another one suggested.
"Nah, this one does not need fucking." the tallest imp said then added. "Yet. She's clearly under the influence of the Lust Storm. Take her. There will be time to fuck her later."
"But boss, my balls are busting!" One of them complained.
The tall imp chuckled. "We're in a hurry, stupid boys. If you can cum on her RIGHT NOW, do it. Otherwise keep your cocks stashed for later.

Gilly blinked and tried to process what was happening, maybe it was this short period of hesitation that sealed her fate. Then again, she probably didn't have a chance in the first place.

Three of the creatures stepped forward, cheered on by the rest. They started stroking their huge dicks and in less then two or three heartbeats, spurted gooey fountains of cum over her. Gilly screamed again. The cum felt warm and sticky on her body, it covered her hair, her breasts and her belly. She raised her hands to shield herself but some more landed on her thighs and her arms. It was an incredible amount, given the small size of the creatures and she felt soiled and degraded.

But there was no time to think about it. Almost immediately, Gilly felt strong hands grabbing her, lifting her arms followed by a short and small wooden yoke which was placed around her wrists and her neck, forcing her to keep her arms raised left and right. A chain rattled, and leather cuffs were tied tightly around her ankles. She was trapped. Like a cattle brought to market.

Somebody slapped her bottom and she jumped and squealed. But there was no way to protect herself or run away. The chain between her legs was rather short, as she struggled to keep up with the imps when they led her back towards the village.

Gilly noticed that the rain had stopped which was unfortunate. She suddenly wished for rain to wash away the sticky imp cum that was slowly oozing down her hair on her face. It dripped off her chin and sometimes slid down to her belly and thighs. She felt truly disgusting.

Her flight had failed.