“Well, isn’t this familiar?” asks Zetaz as he watches your masturbating form with an amused expression, “The first champion in ages to retain her free will for more than a few minutes, and she’s brought to her knees by the very imp she escaped! Once you’ve learned your proper place, you’ll guarantee my safe return to my rightful station. Perhaps I’ll even get a promotion? After all, you’ve defeated so many higher ranking demons already.”

With your resistance moistening the delta of your legs, you don’t even struggle as Zetaz calls in several friends. You just lie there, meek and defeated as they carry you through the tunnels towards their dining room, but from the looks in the small demons' eyes, they aren’t planning to feed you... not with food, anyway. The mob you defeated earlier seems to have returned, and gleeful hoots and catcalls shame you as you’re thrown atop one of the tables. You grunt as leather straps are produced and laid over your form to restrain you. In the span of a minute you’re completely immobilized from the neck down, and your legs are kept spread to allow easy access to your loose fuck-hole.

Shuffling as they remove their garments, the entire gang of imps, as well as Zetaz, are completely nude. They’ve all grown full and hard from the sight of your nubile, restrained body, and in spite of yourself you get a little wet from the masculine scent the aroused penises are producing. How could you be turned on by such a repulsive situation? You’re going to be raped, brainwashed, and either kept as a pet or tossed in a milking tube for the rest of your life and your body is acting like some horny slut! The crowd draws close, but Zetaz’s voice rings out, thick with the tone of command, “Not yet, my brothers; this one will be mine first. I’ll claim each of her holes, then you may each have your fill of her.”

The imps draw back, clearing a path for their leader to emerge, and the new, much more imposing Zetaz climbs atop the table. He glances at your cooter with a knowing eye and smiles, walking further forward until he’s standing next to your face with his tainted, corruption-filled cock dangling overhead. You’re so distracted by the purplish-black demon-cock swinging above your lips that the sharp pain takes you completely off-guard. As soon as the discomfort passes you twist your head around to try and find the source of your irritation.

Zetaz turns away from you, holding a spent needle in one of his clawed hands as he exchanges it with one of his kin for another injector, only this one is filled with viscous white fluid. He glances down at you, watching you intently for some kind of reaction, but you won’t give him the satisfaction! Even so, the room is getting so bright that your eyes start tearing up, and you blink repeatedly to rid yourself of them before half-closing your eyelids to shield your poor pupils. Maybe that’s what he’s looking for? The room spins and you find yourself thankful to be strapped down; even if only seated, you would probably tumble from your chair.

Your lips start to tingle, and you run your tongue over them reflexively. A shiver of pleasure worms through your body, and you instinctively press your legs against the straps in an effort to spread them further. Worse yet, your lips feel much plumper and fuller than a few moments ago. Unbidden, you imagine yourself with thick, cock-sucking lips, so swollen and bloated that they’re slightly pursed and ready to be penetrated. Warm slipperiness slides over your lips again, feeling nearly as good as it would on your lower lips, and you pull your rebellious tongue back into your mouth with a gasp of pleasure.

This must be what Zetaz was waiting for, and the imp carefully injects the next chemical cocktail into the other side of your neck while you’re distracted by orally masturbating your new mouth. Your moist cooter begins to dribble a steady flow of liquid on to the table’s girl-slicked boards. Foreign desires wash through your doped up body, and your hungry slit practically demands to be filled with cock and injected with semen. It wants to be filled with... with males, and with their hot, sticky cum. No, your hot little pussy doesn’t want that – you do. Gods above and below, you want to feel your belly pumped full of imp sperm until their offspring are wriggling in your womb. And then you want them to come in you some more!

That sexy-... no, that bastard’s dick is so hard, and he’s starting to squat down now that you’re feeling so randy. The artificial needs coursing through your body make it hard to resist, but you’ve got to try! You can’t open your mouth and... mmm, it feels so good when those nubs touch your bee-stung lips. Giving in isn’t an option, even if you can’t stop him from fucking your mouth, you aren’t going to curl your tongue around his member and lick it, just like that, sliding it over his bumpy surface until corrupted pre is dripping onto your tongue. Yes, you won’t let him out of your mouth until you can get his seed inside you, what are the other imps waiting for? Your other hole is soooo hungry!

The mental incongruities in your thoughts are subsumed in a wave of hot, sticky fuck that’s slowly rising over your thought processes with each lick and suck of Zetaz’s thick, sexy dick. He plunges down, stuffing your greedy gullet with the full length of his elephantine member and letting you know just how much he’s enjoying your oral cum-hole. You stick your tongue out to slurp at his desire-filled balls, swooning at the feeling of so much cock-flesh and slippery tongue sliding between your sensitive-as-a-pussy lips. They twitch and pull tightly against his groin as he grabs your long, blonde hair and hilts himself, allowing your lips to seal around his base as his urethra rhythmically bulges with orgasm. A feeling of warm fullness grows in your gut with each pulse of cum, and you work your throat muscles to squeeze his tip of every last drop while you try to get off on the feelings coming from your mouth.

Once finished, the imp yanks himself up and pulls his orgasm-distended member from your lips with such force that it feels like each of his nubs is flicking your lips. The orgy of oral pleasure sets off fireworks in your head strong enough to cross your eyes and make you babble incoherent 'thank-you’s and moans. You pant happily and lick the residue of Zetaz’s love from your lips, shivering from the sensitivity and trying to come to grips with what happened. It doesn’t do much good – you’re already getting horny again, and you still haven’t been knocked up. Even though you know something about the situation is deeply wrong, you’re horny as hell and desperately desire to be a mother. Maybe it’s just that there’s all these strong, handsome males here but none of them are fucking your horny, wet twat. There’s something wrong with that!

While you’re gathering your thoughts, Zetaz staggers back down the table and accepts a flask from one of his lackeys. He guzzles down the bubbling pink fluid in seconds, and the effect is immediate and greatly pleasing to your fuck-happy worldview. The imp’s cock, which had been slowly retracting, thickens at the base and rapidly fills until it’s hard and twitching with sexual need. He glances down at your exposed loose cooter with a hungry look and drops to his knees, lining the nodule-ringed crown of his wondrous dick up with your lust-juiced slit.

You look down at the male and moan, “Please, hurry up... I need your cum... your babies. Put your cock inside me!”

Zetaz looks surprised at your words, and you start to wonder why, but the heat and pleasure of his long, thick member spearing your love-canal interrupts your thought process. He reaches up, and begins to maul at your breasts, slapping and squeezing them as he begins to repeatedly thrust against your vagina, fucking you in earnest. The wet slap of his balls on your juice-slimed body fills the chamber and sends ripples of pleasure down your legs. With your eyelids half-closed, your tongue masturbating your lips, and your pussy practically squirting lubricants at the end of each thrust, you must look like every male’s wet dream.

Looking around, you see a large number of the imps are masturbating, and one of the larger ones has the audacity to speak while his boss is plowing your quim with savage strokes. “Since you already got to use her mouth, I’m going to put that fuck-hole to use.”

Zetaz waves his hand, though you aren’t sure if it’s meant to be a dismissal or permission. He’s far too busy sawing away, sending bliss up your spine that makes you giggle and moan with desire. You’re already getting close to cumming! Before you can vocalize just how great it feels, the imp that spoke is straddling your neck and dangling his own member towards the bloated, bimbo-like cum-receptacle that was once your mouth.

The pointed tip of the new imps dick slides through your sensitive orifice with ease, at least until you feel the curvature of his knot pushing apart your jaw. The utter wrongness of being double-teamed by tiny, huge-cocked demons rears its ugly head, and you knit your brows together as you try to puzzle it out. What could be wrong? Your lips feel so good and you’re about to be pregnant. Wasn’t there a reason not to, though? Something about saving something? You unconsciously lick at the new invader as his knot finally gets past your lips, humming and sucking while your drug-dulled mind tries to refocus on something other than getting knocked up.

Zetaz grunts and bottoms out, punching his tip into your cervix and blasting a thick rope of seed into your empty, ready womb. You climax immediately from the act, and moan into the dog-cock that fills your mouth, using it like a ballgag. There wasn’t any natural buildup, just spunk hitting your womb and then a climax strong enough to make you see white. Your moist fuck-hole clenches tightly, hugging and squeezing Zetaz’s potent prick as it dumps more and more of his corrupt demon-spoo into your fertile breeding grounds. The thick goop tingles in a way that makes you sure you’ll be giving him a litter of horny little sons before long. Maybe they’ll fuck you like they do Vala?

The knot in your mouth pops out, and your belly gurgles, feeling very full. The second imp must have come while his master was fertilizing your pussy. You sigh and sag against your restraints as Zetaz steps away and lines begin to form. In a few seconds, you’ve got a rubbery, spined cat-cock twitching inside your cunt, and are wrapping your sensitive lips around a horse-cock. This must be what nirvana feels like.

The once-champion, Alexa was raped repeatedly by every imp that survived her initial assault. Her mind never recovered from the initial orgy, and she found herself happy to be named 'Fuck-cow'. She quickly became a favorite of Zetaz’s ever growing brood, and surprised them all with her fertility and rapidly decreasing incubation times. Within a few months, she was popping out litters of tiny masters even faster than Vala. Within a year, her body was so well trained and her womb so stretched that she could keep multiple litters growing within at all times.

It was rare for Fuck-cow’s cunt or mouth to be empty, and she delighted in servicing any male she was presented with. Her masters even captured bee-girls, so that fuck-cow’s ass could be kept as pregnant as her belly. Fuck-cow came to love her masters dearly, and with her constantly growing ability to birth imps, she was able to incubate enough troops for Zetaz to challenge Lethice’s armies. The imps never managed to overthrow the old demon lord, but the land was eventually divided in half, split between two growing demonic empires.