A World of Orgasm Harvesters (NSFW)

[RapeWorld]

It's been a century now since the Orgasm Harvesters asserted their dominance over humans. They were content to be scavengers, squeezing out an orgasm here or there from prostitutes, drug addicts, or drunks to survive. But humans, prideful of their capabilities, thought they could easily wipe out this pest that was farming their lowest class for the energy created from cumming.

Without realizing it, humans only accomplished in creating a need for the creatures to adapt, and when faced with that need, they adapted quicker and more effectively than any other creature ever has. What emerged from the species evolutionary metamorphosis was an army of monsters, each perfectly designed to cause the most intense orgasms possible, and fully capable of claiming women of any class or upbringing as a victim. Humans no longer thought they could best the creatures, and instead decided it best to avoid making matters even worse. Human women must now just live with having orgasms farmed from their bodies at inopportune times.

When girls are approaching their 20th birthday, they must attend "Orgasm Harvester Education", a two-session class intended to inform girls about the changes their bodies are about to undergo, which make them emanate the energy harvesters feed on. Additionally, the classes explain that fighting harvesters is dangerous due to their highly acidic blood and that there are three kinds of harvesters:

• Normal Harvesters - The most basic and numerous kind of harvester. They employ traditional techniques to rape a girl and collect her energy.
• Parasite Harvesters - Much rarer than normal harvesters. They latch onto their victim and will hang onto their body for hours or days, usually employing trickier techniques to get the orgasms they want.
• Manipulator Harvesters - Incredibly rare and dangerous. They physically alter their victims to make them more appealing as orgasm factories.

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It was a normal day in the California college. This year's Orgasm Harvester Education class had just finished a few days beforehand. All throughout the campus, there were television screens near most exterior doors that gave a readout of orgasm harvesters in the area.

"Orgasm Harvester Watch:
No harvesters have been spotted on campus.

As always, please be aware and safe this semester"

As the day wound on, perceptive students would notice the screen flash and the words change.

"A harvester has been seen at the south side of campus."

 

[Davian_Veq]

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Isabel Willard stepped outside, eyes open and alert for any signs of the heinous creatures she most definitely did not lust after. A quick check of the screen reassured her that the south side seemed to be clear, and she sagged slightly in relief, tension leaving her body with a relaxing sigh. Several of her acquaintances were likely finishing their own mandatory lessons about now as well, and maybe she would have the chance to catch up with them at some point...

Unbeknownst to the alert young woman, the important screen flashed behind her. The sound was covered up by a gaggle of other students leaving through the doors, and Issy snorted slightly at the gossiping barely girls, with one or two quiet moping ones, seemingly those who had already felt the not-so-tender attentions of the harvesters.

As Issy relaxed into the early afternoon, keeping a watchful eye on her surroundings, she relaxed back against on of the lovely trees dotting the campus. Her glasses may have corrected Issy's vision, but they did nothing to help her remember to look up...

 

[RapeWorld]

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Everything seemed perfectly normal to Issy. The sun was shining and there was a cool breeze keeping this warm August afternoon from being too hot. There was only one sign that things were not okay. Among the trees, there was a slump of flesh and tattered clothes, sitting deathly still. It was a girl, about 23 years old and she had clearly just been ravaged. A sticky white fluid bubbling out of her womanhood and running over the round of her ass was the only movement visible.

With her sitting so still, blending in with the flowerbed she had been dropped uncaringly into, she was easy to miss. Issy had managed to miss her entirely as she leaned against a tree not twenty feet away.

Then: a murmur of the girl coming to, the subtle movement of her staggering to her knees, and only a second to process these last vital signs of danger before the harvester dropped out of the sky right on top of Issy. Its insect legs wrapped around her core, and a strong flap of it wings pulled her forward as it threw her to the ground and quickly maneuvered itself behind her, ready and eager to claim another victim.

It fluttered quickly and with purpose, making it hard to get a good look at the nasty thing. It was clearly not too large, but surprisingly strong. Like most harvesters, it was a deep green color, but it was impossible to miss the large yellow-white orb that it used to collect the orgasmic energy Issy would unwillingly serve up if properly motivated. This harvester's orb was about the size of a basketball, glowing dully, and it was mounted just above its small head, which only had a set of eyes and no other features. The whole thing looked like a giant moth measuring no more than four feet in height if you didn't count its 8 inch member dangling underneath its hovering body and still leaking white cum.

 

[Davian_Veq]

RE: A World of Orgasm Harvesters

Isabel was shocked and stunned, with strong scaly legs holding her arms tight, and constricting her modest breasts between two of their sets. Surely someone would have noticed a harvester, especially right in the campus itself. A minor sigh belayed her ineffectual struggles, the weight and grip of the horny menace preventing her from so much as getting her feet under her.

The long shaft, still sticky, began to rub itself between her legs, but encountered her jeans. As tough a barrier as they were, Issy had been wearing them for one last time, realising that she would not have the fortune to evade the lusty predators forever.

As she still did her best to wriggle and writhe in the harvester's strong grasp, Issy was at least resolute that no-one else should fall into the same treeside trap that she had. A loud call to hopefully help others - "Look out everyone! Harvester over here! Don't come over here! Aaahooh~..."

Ending her last sentence with a pitiful moan, surprising even herself as the shaft continued to rub between her legs, liquids leaking out and squishing her panties and trousers tightly into her protected pussy.

 

[RapeWorld]

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The problem with facing a being that has the evolutionary advantage is that no obstacle you through its way is too much. It has developed tools precisely to get what it wants. On the front of its body, between its third and bottom set of legs, it had two curved claws, which were rigid, strong, and serrated like miniature scythes. They were sharp as knives on the top, but smooth on the side that faced Issy to avoid harming her.

The beast hooked the claws in the rim of Issy's jeans and, with one strong motion, tore downward through the denim, ripping her panties into three strips in the process and tearing a gash in the fabric nearly all the way down to the back of her knees.

With this last barrier easily dispatched, the harvester leaned forward, putting all its weight on Issy's upper body and forcing her down into the grass, its round sphere rested on the top of her head. As its slimey member completed a few last laps against her now-bare flesh, its bottom two pairs of legs wrapped effectively around the girl's thighs, locking them in place so she couldn't move out of this humiliating position with her ass raised in the air.

Its top two pairs of legs squeezed her breasts as they wrapped around her body, but this seemed almost incidental. It let out a clicking sound and raised its cock, aligned it with her upturned hole, and brought it down forcefully, spreading her lips apart and filling her instantly. As it began to thrust, cries could be heard all around her. People stared with horror, but no one intervened. There was nothing they could do anyway. Quickly the courtyard cleared of women who wanted to be sure they were not next.

 

[Sharub]

RE: A World of Orgasm Harvesters

It doesn't matter how often you could be told that seeing a girl being raped by an harvester would be normal...
... it doesn't matter how often you hear that another of the friends or school-mates you know has been raped on the way home...
...it doesn't matter how often they will remind you how close you're getting to the day you will emanate...

... you will never be ready enough...​

Those words echoed in her mind like an holy spell, like a mantra, as she kept focusing on her run. Being part of the College's Athletic Team, Angie enjoyed extra time on the track and at the Campus's gym, trying to push her limits always a tiny bit further than the previous record, even at the cost of receiving slightly less than mediocre votes in all the other classes, Angie was still seen as a young promise of sport, that one kind that teachers and principals would gladly let go if one day such name will be associated with your school, including new subscriptions and fundings.
She kept running and running over the red tracks of the field, breathing heavily and repeating that mantra "The day of my emanation is close. I am doing this not for the school... not for the glory of sport... but for me... i will outrun those bastards. They will not have me" used to think her as she passed by an Harvester Overwatch Screen installed outside the field, when suddently a red beeping writing changed the casual chatting of the fields.

<<HARVESTERS! HARVESTERS!>> immediately the voice of warn echoed in every corner of the sport area, flocks of students ran inside the relative safety of the compound. Angie looked around, watching the students to run inside screaming, another image impossible not to feel in the depths of your heart, images that once upon a time would only be seen in times of war... with the bells ringing for the evil enemies, with womens and childrens crying and screaming while the mens would fight for their wives, daughters and sisters... this time, instead, enemies where allowed to do whatever they wanted, while mens would just stay there and watch...encouraging you to not fight back. Spitting her disgust on the short grass, she cursed the flying cocks and sighed before running inside with the others before they would lock her outside.

"And here we are again" thought her while looking at the shivering students, thanking the time for not being out there with an harvester chasing their backs, trying to fuck them "...waiting inside, like in a shelter while another one of those bastards goes around in search of a prey..." her face covered in disgust as she fixated her eyes over the screen by the door, until...

A scream pierced their ears, it was not far away from their location <<What was that?>> said one of them <<Oh no... it's near!>> echoed another
Immediately the corridor was filled with comments in matter <<I don't see her... i she made it...>>
<<...she's not answering the cellphone!>>
<<...at least it's not us...>>

All comments that made her feel again in utter disgust at the situation that all the girls and womens found themselves unavoidably into. With rage she punched the wall, making their heads to turn toward her <<...another one... again... but nothing wrong, isn't it? It's nature, they say! Womens menstruates and then gets raped by flying cocks... parasites and fuck whatever they are!>> her voice almost a growl as she looked outside, while the screams kept going on.

<<...it's that, Angie... we can't do anything about that... it's the world we live in and..>> one of the other girl tried to reply, only to obtain a flaming gaze from her.

 

[RapeWorld]

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For a few minutes, everything was in chaos. That's how it was every time. Girls shuddering at the thought that they would be taken against their will and men either wishing they could do something about it or going about their day like nothing was wrong.

A security member walked through the doors of the building near the track, locking it behind him again. He headed to a few of his colleagues and discussed the situation within earshot of Angie.

"Looks like there's just one of them. A flyer. It took one girl by surprise and then managed to snag another girl that was too stupid to see it coming. They're over in the courtyard."
"It got two of them? Anyone else?"
"No, people cleared out pretty quick when the second girl started screaming. I saw it push inside her. Nothing we can do now. It'll be raping the poor girl for at least the next 15 minutes."
"As long as no one else with a pussy goes near it, it'll probably have its way with her for the next hour. Maybe less if that girl is especially good at cumming..."

Most of the security team at least had the decency to look disgusted by how casually he described the situation, but it was clear none of them intended to do anything to help her. It was always the same. They just kept new potential victims away, helped the girls once the rapists finished, then waited for the monsters to wander away. Classes on the north side of campus didn't even stop. Dealing with harvesters that made it on campus was routine at this point. It would play out the same way this time as well, unless someone decided to step in and try something different...

 

[Sharub]

RE: A World of Orgasm Harvesters

Angie kept her fist against the wall, gritting her teeths and trying not to think about it "...it's normal life..." repeated her in her mind "...is just a normal happening in a normal life... just a girl getting raped by a flying cock... raping an innocent girl..." her eyes rolled into her sockets, biting her lips, mumbling, trying to remove the image from her brain, but the sound of her rape... the continuous shrieks, yells and moans stronger than any imaginary barrier.

But when the security entered their corridor, many sighed in relief, as if the image of an uniform would be enough to set utter desperation into a routine situation and as they started to share informations among themselves and check if the area was safe enough, speaking with an almost unnatural calm and cold, almost cynical carelessness, until the sound of an opening door sounded clearly over the chattering, and when they looked at the glass and steel door, they would see her smooth legs running away toward the merciless sounds of the rape <<STOP THERE YOU!>> growled a guard <<IT'S ILLEGAL TO...>> still, his voice cut short as another guard abruptly closed the door again, at least sealing the safety of the girls inside.

Angie ran across the campus's pathway, adrehenaline pumping in her body, sending streams of energy and determination in place of blood. Her slightly tanned legs leaping with trained grace across flowered spots, her fluffy-shorts making her a true professional athlete appearance, but despite the appearance, she was running toward something terrible, knowing where to go, but not what to do once there... not knowing if she would bear the sight. "I will kick its ass. I. WILL. KICK. HIS. ASS. " her mind working on simple thoughts as it entered a rageful mode led by the need to do something... anything to stop what was going on. The certainess of the foreseen day of emanation far ahead on the calendar and the years she've spent training made her sure of her choice, almost boastful, as she soon heard the raping being consumed, the buzzing of wings and the slapping of flesh leading her without failure.

There she saw it, mercilessly moving its abdomen up and down, plunging its cock into the poor girl's sex, its sphere alight "...that bastard is enjoying his meal..." without stopping, she adjusted her tank top and ran toward it, aiming to crash against it like in a gymnastic exercise...

 

[RapeWorld]

RE: A World of Orgasm Harvesters

Orgasm harvesters had developed a passive defense system. They relied on their highly acidic blood to dissuade humans from fighting back. While this is an incredibly effective defense mechanism, it does nothing against wild types like Angie who have no problem tackling them. And because the creature was relying on the unpleasantness of its blood to keep attackers away, it doesn't move an inch until Angie collides with it.

She easily pushes it away from the pinned girl, but the moment its cock is removed from her womanhood, something Angie could not have anticipated happened. A large splash of its white semen shot up and drenched Angie from the top of her head to her shoulders. It had been pumping cum into the poor girl when it had been hit.

Angie's efforts were not entirely worthless, however. When it crashed to the ground, one of its legs snapped off and a bright yellow liquid dribbled out, killing the grass where it landed. The monster righted itself immediately and flapped its wings to return to the air, the acid still dripping out and splattering about. There was a reason it was illegal to interfere with orgasm harvesters. It was now dangerously flying and leaking acid. It could seriously harm Angie, or even Issy who she was initially trying to help.

 

[Sharub]

RE: A World of Orgasm Harvesters

Angie ran. Without thinking. She moved her body toward the raping beast like a bullet, jumping at the last time and kicking it in mid-air, feeling her soft running shoes almost giving way to the beast's tissues. In the instant she fell on the ground, her eyes witnessed, with horror and disgust, the thick, green cock that sliding off the girl's sex, her mouth watered, almost puking, but when the tip of the flying cock popped off, a squirt of white goo splattered on her face. <<PHUU'K>> yelled with almost closed mouth the athletic girl took totally off guard, feeling the warm fluid coating her face... hairs... shoulders; she gagged, feeling its saltyness... its gooey texture in her mouth, making her wanting to just stop and spit that foul substance from her mouth. But as she wiped off the thick cum-like cream from her eyes, she saw the flying cock ruinously land not far away, breaking a leg in the while and, just as in the most terryifying of nightmares, a thin cloud of smoke formed wherever its blood landed.

Instinctively, Angie gulped, feeling the salty aftertaste still lingering in her mouth <<...LET'S GO!>>. With a jump, the athletic girl kneeled at the side of the raped girl, trying to ignore the loud gushing sound coming from her pussy, trying to ignore the almost suffucating sensation of the cum leaking on her skin in thick drops. With enough ease, she took the other girl in her arms and without thinking twice darted away.

Adrehenaline showed the pattern of actions, there were no turning back. Defeat was not among the choices. Only the podium. First place. Still, she ran slower this time, with the buzzing sound of the wounded cock echoing in her ears, knowing that if she dared to slow down even of a second, she would have doomed both of them, and she knew that it doesn't matter if she was not yet emanating: she was a menace and the fact of just beng melted away and die in atrocious pain was not that impossible...

 

[RapeWorld]

RE: A World of Orgasm Harvesters

Along the outside of the courtyard, every person that still remained was panicking at what Angie had just done. Most of them were security staff and none of them looked happy. Besides being illegal, it was incredibly dangerous. Of course their first concern was the two girls' safety, but as soon as that was guaranteed, Angie would be in serious trouble.

Directly in front of where Angie was running, there was a man in a safety vest waving his hands to the side, as if trying to direct her in a different direction. But why would he be...?

It all became clear a moment too late. A second identical harvester dropped out of the sky and landed on Angie, knocking her to the ground. In another instant, the chasing harvester caught up to them and the two of them began crawling over the two girl's bodies. The flow of acid had nearly stopped at this point, but one of the last few drops that escaped landed on the back of Issy's leg, just above her ankle and sizzled as it burned her. It was a tiny drop, so the damage was minimal, but it would hurt for a few moments and would need a bandage when the commotion was over.

The first harvester quickly set to work on Issy's body once again, trying to prop her up to reenter her. The other, however, sat on Angie's stomach, its face inches from hers. It's eyes didn't look directed at Angie, as if it was unaware of her. She would be used to this. Girls that were not emanating would never have made eye contact with a harvester. Then... slowly and horribly, it looked down and its wandering eyes started to lock on their target until they met Angie's gaze. For the first time in her life, a harvester looked at her and saw her. She had begun emanating at this exact moment. Immediately, the plant-like bug's legs set into a flurry, trying to claw Angie's track shorts down and away from the treasure they hid.

 

[Sharub]

RE: A World of Orgasm Harvesters

Angie kept on running, taking short and quick steps, trying to spare as much energy as she could, trying to balance her body with the added weight of the victitm... trying to ignore the slimy and tacky warmth oozing on her arm and elbow in thik glop and gurgles from her sex, trying not to inhale nor to eat any other drop of the thick fake-cum that, like frosting, covered her head and hairs. Her thoughts now focusing on the sort of primal instinct telling her not to stop, the buzzing sound of the predator on her back urging her to listen to that primal instinct and don't think on anything else but quickly placing a step behind the other.

With the lungs burning for the efforts, arms beginning to tremble, untrained for such heavy tasks, Angie heard something else covering the buzzing sound on her shoulders, like a man, and then, as she leaped forward, a guard appeared. Immediately she felt like the winner she've portrayed in her mind, not only winning the race but carrying a cumbersome burden.
But as she approached, his voice became clearer, his motions less randomic. And as her eyes followed his hands, another buzzing sound mixed with the other, and as soon as the girl lifted her gaze to the sky, her eyes barely had the time to notice an insectile shape landing on her face, knocking her backward.

While the victim fell on her stomach, Angie fell with a loud thud on her shapely and supple bottom over the grass, soon followed by her back and only by a matter of chances avoided hitting her head against the harsh ground, risking to fall unconscious. Her ears buzzed and ringed from the impact, her motions almost blurred as she tried to get up, only to see the wounded flying-cock to move back where he was a few minutes earlier, but to her shock, the one that hit her was still there.

Her eyes widened in fear, its weight pressing her stomach making her guts to clench in fear and discomfort. Breath coming in quick inhalations trough gritted teeths, her eyes adjusting to its presence, seeing its frame slightly bob up and down with the flexes of her flat belly. Her heart thumped loudly into her chest, echoing like hellish drums in her head. Few instants that felt like hours... the feeling of such a dangerous creature just resting on her stomach made her feel fear rather than rage. It was than that she saw it. The moment in which he felt something different in her, his eyes flickered as if awakening from a startling and locked with hers.

<<...no...>> whispered her with disbelief, not wanting to believe to what was going on. Inside her brain, all the certainess she had, the fortress she built around the certainess of being far from emanating and the way she was sure to be ready when that moment would have arrived, quickly vanished with the same speed with which the harvester clicked.

It felt like another beast set on fire on her belly, like an ignited bomb, the beast passed from appearing like a placing thing to a blur of limbs moving around, buzzing sounds and insectile legs poking at her soft skin, trying to get a stable place for his vile acts. Angie screamed, never in her life she would have thought of even being capable of yelling like a frail girl, the ones she despised... the ones that barely accepted their rapes as they were told to... as a part of their life. But no... Angie was prepared for that, years of training to outrun them... trying to become stronger just to push them away.

Despite feeling vulnerable, with her belly exposed to the vicious beast, the same beast that buzzed... yanked... clicked and was now trying to move her shorts down, knowing that beneath those clothes, barely a texture over her boxers, she would have been impotent to defend herself. Her virginity. Her very existence so far.

<<NOT. THIS. TIME!>> she growled, slapping the beast aside "Run. I gotta run!" thought her, trying to get up, still, she felt her head still lightly spinning from the fall, and with the beast on the ground a step behind her, she moved her smooth legs, trying to leap away, even if she wasn't sure of the momentum of her step...

 

[RapeWorld]

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Angie successfully managed to move away from the harvester with her disorganized leap, but the bug had managed to hook one of its legs on the waistband of her track shorts, so her movement accomplished nothing but to pull her shorts down and trip her up further. The creature was able to pull her back in, holding her ankles firmly. With Angie on her back and her shorts around her thighs, the harvester turned itself around so it could get better leverage on the girl's dangling piece of clothing, aligning its head with her legs. Pulled forcefully on her legs, lifting them up and pressing them down above her waist, then pressed its weight against her body, pinning her in this awkward position.

Seemingly almost by accident, the harvester's cock was laid across Angie's face. Whether or not the creature had intended to humiliate her in this way, it was a sign that she was its property for what was about to happen next. It hooked its claws on her shorts and tore through them easily, doing the same to her boxers as it rode her bucks of protest easily.

Nearby, Issy was suffering just as bad a fate at the hands of the other harvester. It had positioned her back with her ass in the air, ready to plunge itself back into her. Even with its missing leg, it was in in control of the poor girl. Around the pair of victims, men watched on, waiting for it to end so they could help them. The attempt to save Issy, while illegal, was admirable. But unfortunately, it had not saved the studious girl, and had only doomed Angie to the same fate.

The bug on Angie's stomach flipped back around so its green penis was in position to penetrate the girl's virgin pussy. It top two sets of legs held her neck and shoulders against the grass, while its third set rested in the pits of her knees to hold them up at her sides and the fourth set rested on her upturned thighs. It leaned in close to her body, its sphere coming close to absorb the energy, and the cock pushed her pussy lips aside as it burrowed inside her.

 

[Davian_Veq]

RE: A World of Orgasm Harvesters

Issy's height was working against her, here. Long slender legs are completely useless without appropriate leverage, and the strong limbs of the harvester were doing their very best to restrain her. {A scientific mindset... I must try to view this dispassionately...} ran through her head. This would be quite the trial. Despite the monster's frenzied thrusting, barely even thinking to do anything else, the sheer shape, feel and flow of the distended fake dick was simply filling her mind and inflaming her nerves.

As it locked down her arms and legs, and started to pound its cock into her, she could feel the subtle ridges and bumps covering the shaft. Grinding its way deeper, they teased and rubbed against her lips as they entered, and dragged on their way back out. As it thrust away, she could barely think. {Not overly developed... simplistic capture methods... ambush strategy...} until it slowed slightly. The minor reprieve served only to worry Issy slightly, as it would likely accelerate its own efforts to bring her to orgasm, and feed off the energy given off.

The cock shivered inside her, seeming to bulge somewhat against her sensitive inner walls for a few moments.

Soon, the function was revealed, as hot sticky liquid began to pour and fill Issy's pounded pussy. The harvester picked up the pace once more, and the insistent sloshing of the fluids slowly beginning to fill her insides were a new and particularly arousing sensation. Her breath was coming short and fast.

Pow. A sudden impact knocked the cock right out of her, and Issy's face and insides spasmed and convulsed at the sudden loss of the pleasurable intruder. {Someone... helping? But they might get hurt!}

A pressure, a lift, she was being carried. But not fast enough... The harvester's friends were likely around nearby, and they would be doing their utmost to get the return of their morsel {Me...}

A sudden slam as Issy was dropped once more, and she sprawled, dripping, on the grass. The girl - strong, athletic - sprawled on her behind next to her as the two insectoid menaces leapt back to their task.

But no, that one had a broken leg... dripping with acid still. And advancing back towards her prone body.

No, no, no, "AAAAH FUCK NO!"

The pain was new. Issy was not someone who had really experienced pain of this kind before, a stabbing burning pain on her leg as the harvester clambered back atop her body, the intense pain already fading - the mark remaining.

The legs grasped back around her body, and lifted her exposed nethers to the air once more, ready and prepared to thrust back into the girl.

 

[RapeWorld]

RE: A World of Orgasm Harvesters

There was a subtle difference in the way the harvester moved the second time it forcefully positioned Issy. It had lost a limb, but if it did not pull an orgasm from her body, the entire encounter would have been for nothing. Its movements were frantic now. It lifted its abdomen, allowing the entire length of its cock to become rigid and straight, pressing against her opening, and then brought it down in a thrust much more powerful than before.

Because of the interference, the harvester wanted to get fed as quickly as possible and leave immediately. Each thrust, where they were forceful but contained before, were now brutal and desperate. One of its pairs of legs squeezed Issy's butt instinctively to increase the arousal, as the pair below pressed into the flesh on either side of her womanhood and squeezed her lower lips together to make the fit tighter. It's bottom pair of legs would have been holding her thighs in place, but it only had the right leg now, so Issy's left leg was unrestrained.

The girl felt another splash as her insides were filled with the fake cum, but then the bug surprised her by pulling out. It lowered its huge cock along the curve of her body between her legs, hugging her lower stomach. A powerful wave passed through the member as it released a stream of the aphrodisiac fluid aimed at her upper body, forcing her to lie face down in a puddle of the stuff. In an instant it returned its cock safely inside her and began thrusting frantically again.

The monster could not speak of course, but it's body language, actions, demeanor, and thrusting were all screaming in perfect unison, 'Cum now! Cum now! CUM NOW! CUM NOW! CUM NOW!'

 

[Sharub]

RE: A World of Orgasm Harvesters

Angie took a leap forward. THE leap forward. The one that her primal instinct of survival labelled as the most vital, the one that would change her whole life forever... she felt her muscles to compress and then, like a triggered mechanism, spring upward, away from the dangers, leaving the raped girl still with the rapist, but at least she would be safe.

But something was not as it was meant to be, she felt heavy, almost constrained, and to her horror, the harvester that was lying on her stomach managed to slid its long, insectile legs into the waistband of her shorts, realizing an instant later that her momentum... her jump... his weight... did nothing but yank her already reduced protection to her ankles, making her to stumble and fall again on the ground, protecting her body with her hands, but her bottom felt way too exposed, as the other girl was already being repositioned in a similar manner, Angie tried her best to avoid the same fate. The athletic girl seemed to roar, trying to kick away that creature, her fist, anyway, missing the target again... and again... and again... her heart was now a constant, heavy, oppressing thud that echoed in her buzzing ears, eyes burning as tears begun to form at their side "...years of training... will not... end like this".

Still... she had yet to realize that with her shorts being yanked down and its terrifying body pressing close her ankles, she was unable to move her legs. She started to feel overwhelmed, fear replaced adrehenaline, shock and horror repaced rage and pride as the harvester, due to its multiple legs, seemed to gyrate over her body. Despite the blurred sight, she felt the warm, sticky presence of something cucumberish almost slapping her face, but when she tried to throw a fist at it, its clawed legs, almost without efforts, tore down the protection she had between her legs, the fabric's ripping sound echoed in her hears, as painful as a chalk being pressed against a blackboard. Eyes widening in realization, she lifted her head, trying to see what was going on, only to see, to her horror, that nothing was now covering her body from waist-down.

The harvester should have seen that as, again, it moved around, pressing her legs upward, causing her to scream while trying to keep her legs together, still, the harvester appeared unnaturally strong, unavoidably relentless, acting with almost trained precision, as her legs were easily moved aside and slightly pressed back, on her stomach. Tears ran over her cheeks like rivers, now, carrying with them the darkness of her black mascara, making her appear like a mask of desperation and sorrow, and, with her legs high in the air and with her virgin opening fully on display, she tried one last attempt at moving her hips side-by-side, tring to unbalance him... unbalance herself... scare him... mover her legs in a somewhat manner... kick him... nothing happened but its long, strong legs pinning her down, holding her like in a cage <<...no...>> groaned her, feeling the pipe-like legs pressing at the sides of her neck, others at her shoulders, while others managed to keep her legs up, and other kept the harvester ready to plunge down on her opening.

It was then that time seemed to slow, like under a terrible spell, for the first time in her life, she felt completely powerless, completely at mercy of something or someone, unable to fight back. Like a broken glass, all her plans of kicking harvesters away from day to night begun to pop out of their place, ending in a thousand of pieces. Like her hopes. And like a terrible reminder, she remembered the words her friend said <<...you will never be ready enough...>> whispered her, closing her eyes, before her body stiffened for the feeling of something warm pressing at her virgin folds.

Black tears of mascara and sorrow ran to the sides of her cheeks, silently sobbing as she opened her eyes, seeing her shoe-covered feets high in the air, slightly past her head, cursing herself for her actions, before she felt his legs trembling and pressing down, toward her inviting sex. <<...no...no...nonononoooooohhh>> yelped her, unable to even move her head, as she felt her pussylips beginning to part aside, allowing the tip of the monster's cock to desacrate her unclaimed sex, feeling his body to freeze, adjusting for a blink, realizing that he had indeed scored a bullseye before pressing forward.

Angie screamed with her lungs, a guttural sound, aflame with shame and rage, feeling her virgin mimbrane elasticly moving... before yielding to its merciless thrust...

 

[RapeWorld]

RE: A World of Orgasm Harvesters

The harvester leaned its green body close to Angie, pressing them together in an unwanted intimate embrace. It's legs wrapped around her body, holding her down and locking itself against her flesh. It's abdomen moved rhythmically in cycles, forcing the long shaft all the way inside over and over again in an attempt to force out a delicious orgasm. Its cock was covered in little bumps, like a gnarled tree branch to stimulate her better. Every time it pushed in, the base of the harvesters body would slam against Angie's clit. A more sophisticated orgasm harvester would employ specialized tools to tease and rub its victim's clit insistently, but this flying bug applied brute force instead of targeted assaults.

It hilted inside her, pressing hard against her cervix, as if trying to bore straight through into her womb. Sending up a roar of chips and squawks, Angie felt something explode inside her. A warmth filled her insides as steaming cum burst from the end of the cock, staining the inside of her womb, rushing out through her canal, and dribbled out of her opening to run down her ass to the grass. As the filth rolled over her beautiful skin, the line cut a path directly over her exposed and puckered anus.

Immediately, Angie could feel the effect of the semen. It was absorbed by her soft folds, sending chemicals into her bloodstream to encourage her nimble, inexperienced body to heat up and grow even more aroused. It was like her own body and the harvester teamed up against her, daring her to let go and cum her brains out. The bug lowered its head, bringing the sphere close, taunting her with it.

The harvester paused, working something out in its cold calculating mind. Then it slipped its head and upper body up through the bottom on Angie's shirt, ruthlessly pulling up against the straining fabric until another tearing sound filled the air. A long tear ran up the side of her shirt and the creature haphazardly lifted the flap up, revealing her breasts only now protected by her sports bra.

To the harvester, they were nothing more than erogenous zones: more tools to get what it wants. With a simple clip of its claws, the sports bra lay in tatters and Angie's small breasts bounced free. The harvester's top pair of legs began to roll and kneed the mounds of flesh, coaxing her ever closer to the unavoidable climax. Pressing hard against the nipples that were growing unwillingly hard due to the aphrodisiac's effect.

Then the thrusting continued, alongside the assault on Angie's chest, combining to each make the other more effective at arousing her. The forceful brushing against her lower nub, the twisting unending rubbing and groping of her chest, the deep unstoppable pounding of the deepest reaches of her pussy, the bubbling warmth of liter after liter of sticky warm cum seeping into her flesh, and her newly emanating brain dripping with unfamiliar pleasure and desperate to set off its reward to be collected by the predator's glowing sphere.

 

[Sharub]

RE: A World of Orgasm Harvesters

It happened so soon that her body hadn't managed to accomodate the intruder, to allow her tight, unsullied flesh to move around the forceful cock. She barely managed to stay there, unallowed to move a limb without the harvester deciding so. In her mind the pain of her thorn hymen mixing with the pain of the fallings, the shame and the feeling of truly being into his will, all of those thoughts danced and ran, popping one by one, again and again past her reason. Her eyes, made foggy by her tears, constantly showed her her feets and legs in the air, reminding her of how badly she ended, knowing that that position would be the one usually suggested for lovers in order to favour deeper penetration and stimulation. The sole thought made her guts to churn in protest, al together with the whole body of the harvester pressing against her thighs with all of his weight, making her to feel his hardness pushing deeper and deeper inside of her, until he bottomed inside of her and started to move around. Angie gurgled, and coughed, feeling her tender pussy, unused to insertions of any kind, being mauled in such a brutal manner, the presence of that hardness, anyway, made her almost curious to see if her smooth belly would show the bump of that insertion past her tight skin.

As the harvester begun to hump her, rotating its hips and pushing itself as deep as he could, even feeling how much pressure it used to push her shoulder back, toward his body, until she felt something into the depths of her belly, a groan escaping her lips, as she felt it... she felt that her most sacred place, the one she sworn to give to her love once she had find one to build a family, her womb, now being poked, prodded by that raping cock. She sobbed, a slight sense of acceptance for her situation appearing now and then, but when the greenish body of the flying-cock froze and started to emit blood-chilling noises, she begun to fear terrible things, but the only thing she managed to understand, in that tragic ordeal, was the feeling of that shaft slightly bulging, twitching inside of her, until, with a low, desperate moan, she felt him ejaculate inside of her. She felt its spurts as an unfamiliar liquid warmth begun to pool inside of her womb, her eyes went off, her body already unable to withstand the feeling of being filled so much so soon, her breath coming in sharp, quick inhalations, face flushed red as the pressure building inside of her tight canal was too much, at the point that she begun to feel something thick and warm to leak from the tight seal of their unwanted union, tickling her soft flesh until it caressed her anus, making her shiver.

But something was not as it was expected to be. She wanted to throw up, feeling the unease of that terrible situation, yet, she felt her body to relax, her muscles no longer clenching against the assailant, her legs limply hanging few inches at the sides of her head as her athletic body relaxed and stretched, allowing the harvester to claim additional leverage. She felt warm. Hot. Head spinning. Buzzing. Not with the sound of wings but as a result of an altered state <<...wha... n-oh...>> her plea, more like a whispered moan. She felt strange each passing moment. The pain in her outstretched opening disappeared, soon replaced by the pleasurable feeling of her muscles clenching tightly around his meat, and within instants, she felt her mind abandoning her body, leaving herself alone to the crazy lust-adding fake-semen it had injected her.

Her brain now like a broken computer, registering only pleasure, only good things, only positive feelings, fear long gone, even as its body moved up against her flat belly, slythering beneath her tank top and lifting its head, making it to tear the thin fabric easily, but the girl impaled to his shaft barely hummed, same for when his claw traced her soft skin, before, with a similar ripping sound, the tight syntetic fabric that held her breasts was nullified and springed like cut rubberbands at the sides of her chest, making her to feel the daylight's warmth on her young and pert chest.

Her eyes looked at its insectile legs moving from her neck, slowly moving over her chest before making contact with her flushed skin, a surprised yelp followed by a light moan made past her lips, the feeling of ther nipples, turned rock-hard, being teased, toyed, played, tugged and pressed against the softness of her breasts, before resuming, like if he had forgotten, its dreadful thrusts into her flesh. Each hump of his body made her to groan and slightly bounce over the grass, her legs bobbing up and down with each thrust, she found herself holding tight to the harvester's thin legs on the sides of her body, using them for leverage, as her toes curled and clenched, eyes closed as tears stopped flowing, instead, extatic gasps and lewd slapping and squelching sounds echoed in her ears, making her know how good she is, how good she is serving her purpose, how good she feels and will feel again... again... and again...

Feelings chased eachother, unable to form a clear queue in her brain, sparkles of pleasure flew over her body, taking off from her loins, tingling her belly, slowly raising trough her spine... neck and exploding in fiery flames and sparkles into her head. Slowly, her body organized itself for her first orgams, her vaginal muscles squirmed, trying to clench even tighter around the invading meatpole, her legs quivered and shook violently, her breaths coming in unarticulate, uneven shots until she open her eyes, gasping for air, mouth open agape in a silent scream as her whole body tensed.

 

[RapeWorld]

RE: A World of Orgasm Harvesters

The disgusting bug got what it wanted. It leaned in close, bringing its sphere close to Angie's head. In reality, this made very little difference. As her body tensed up and began to convulse in overwhelming pleasure, her brain would emanate the strong energy waves that could be easily collected regardless of where the harvester held its sensitive orb. It was simply instinctual, but it did give the unmistakable feeling of dominance. It held the giant, yellow-white ball right up to her face, giving her a prime view of it turn from dull yellow, to a pulsating brighter shade, and finally becoming vibrant, almost blinding.

It was a sign that Angie's body had betrayed her. Not only had it forced her to experience intense pleasure, it was rewarding her rapist for its crimes against her. The effect was dizzying. The feeling of having their energy sapped would cloud any girl's mind, even one as focused as the young athlete.

The bug continued to pump the fake cum into her, but it was not having an orgasm itself. The creature gained no pleasure from ravaging her poor body. The cock was, of course, not a sex organ. It was a tool for prying out meals. That did not stop the cock from quivering and throbbing as it dutifully filled her with filth, rubbing her pussy from the inside in little vibrations that rippled out through her trembling flesh.

Nearby, Issy was still being used by the other harvester. The two of them were close enough together that they could enjoy minor peripheral energy from the other girl. In a strange sort of way, it was like each of them were raping both girls.

Around the edge of the courtyard, a group of men became alert. They had been waiting for the horrid sight to conclude so they could lend assistance. They took a few steps toward the two girls. Was it finally over?

Far above Angie's eyes, something passed overhead. A shadow slid over Angie's eyes. A third harvester descended out of the sky, attracted by the powerful waves Angie was sending out into the air like a radio broadcast. Young girls' energy was the strongest it would be for their entire lives, and it attracted even more attention from harvesters...

The second insect landed above Angie's head. It's orb was glowing slightly as it soaked up the afterglow energy. It got brighter as it got closer. It inspected her head, but let out an angry series of clicks as the orgasmic energy already began to fade. It spun around quickly and shoved its cock into her gasping mouth as the first began to thrust once again. They wanted another orgasm for their efforts and poor Angie had no choice but to oblige them.

The watching security team sulked back, returning to wait some more.

The new harvester moved its cock in and out of her throat. After a short amount of time, she was forced to guzzle down the cum. It tasted just like real semen, just as the cock tasted just like a human male's genitals. Ingesting the aphrodisiac, unfortunately, made its chemical effect far more powerful. It poured down her throat liberally, preparing her nerves to fall once again into the clutches of orgasmic pleasure.

 

[Sharub]

RE: A World of Orgasm Harvesters

She felt her body tense against her will, almost unable to control her spasm, mind going blank awash with chemical-induced pleasure, feeling her cheeks warm, her temples burning while the squelching sound from her abused sex didn't mentioned to cease under the relentless assault and constant injection of fake-cum. Instinctively, the athletic girl arched her back and squealed one last time, stiffening like if frozen, trembling, she felt her mind going off as an unnaturally bright light emanated around her.

Instants, blinks, she took sharp breaths, her hands still clutching tight at the harvester's legs, that pleasure feeling so strange, such an unexpected reward for her... or for him? War satisfaction spread all over her body, layering over the perspiration of their terrible union, and even as she was spent, trying to regain a minimum of self-awareness from within the fog of pleasure that clouded both eyes and brain, she felt her womb constantly being pumped with more and more and more of that gooey, sticky, warm fluid, making her feel her stomach almost to balloon out of her tight belly while the excess kept leaking in thick globs each time its cock backed outside of her warm canal.

In the afterglow of her post-orgasmic bliss, Angie heard something... was it the girl she tried to save? ...male voices? ...is it over? A strange sense of dread plunged into her mind, as if something has awakened inside of her, with a groan she opened her eyes, tiredly squeezing them as if she was unable to understand what was keeping her in such an awkward position, feeling her feets dangling heavily at angle over her head <<....mh? ...wh...>> uninteligible moans... groans... whispers moved trough her throat, realization slowly building in her brain. The fire of survivalism somehow slowly turning its charcoal into a small, feeble flame, and despite her head that felt so heavy and the impossibility to move her body, the image of that green body poking past her folded-over legs and resting above her head seemed wrong... scary.

Just as she felt something else, something different from the unthinkable pleasure tingling from her aroused loins and nipples, her eyes flickered, not caring much about it "...a leaf..." and her thoughts were already returned to herself. Still, a buzzing sound reappeared immediately after, thumping over the groun with its legs spread around her head. Frozen with surprise, mouth groggily open in a mixed scream of fear, surprise and bliss, her eyes followed the newcomer... seeing its orb turning brighter... witnessing how her energies were already captured... as she was already being prey of that one too... and even as it clicked and emitted its blood-chilling insectile noises and turned around, Angie's mouth remained agape, too tired to close it.

It was then that the second harvester simply rotated over her head and flexed its hips forward. Eyes opened-wide in shocked surprise, gurgling as the salty cock slid with ease past her lips and moved forward, just as she was about to gag, the harvester still hard and lodged into her sex resumet its thrusts, making her whole body to rock back and forth with each womb-deep shove. Pleasure returned to flow like open faucets over her body; INTO her body, feeling her bottom and lower back completely soaked in that gooey, sperm-like substance, and even as the second harvester begun to thrust in and out of her mouth, pleasure never ceased to rule her mind, the meaty presence in her mouth, so alien... so strange... so curious, making her mouth to water... tongue trying to caress more of that presence, feeling herself to emit stifled moans trough her filled mouth, rising to an high-pitched muffled wail when she felt the cock in her mouth to throb and finally spurt a first jet of warm cum. The harvester remained still, his cock deep in her mouth, forcing her to gurgle and baloon her cheeks until she realized that she had to drink it all... gulp after gulp, the salty goo's taste coated every inch of her mouth... tongue... teeths, feeling strange while chugging down the constant river of that sticky substance, but as soon as the first gulp reached her stomach, she felt even warmer... somehow enhancing the already blissful feelings coming from her raped vagina, finding herself on brink of another crushing orgasm already...

 

[RapeWorld]

RE: A World of Orgasm Harvesters

The dual harvesters were all too happy to take what they wanted from Angie's body a second time. Slowly the thrusting in her mouth and in her recently-virgin pussy began to sync up so they pushed into her holes in perfect unison. The two rapists were on the same wavelength. After all, they were working together to make the orgasm happen. Another evolutionary-designed tool was teamwork. They began to speed up, thrusting nearly twice as fast into her body. They would not rest until another orgasm filled their alien stomachs. More unsettling clicking sounds raised into the air as they set to their delicate work.

Still they insisted on continuing to pump the cum in both ends of the poor girl, flooding her body with the chemical. Her abused body was already at the limit of arousal possible for a human, but as she was overstimulated with the filthy stuff, it succeeded in pushing her orgasmic potential further and further. When she finally did cum, the chemicals would ensure the orgasm was bigger, wetter, and more pleasurable, all which would effectively translate into more energy for their consumption.

It was a shame that this was her first sexual experience, because the monsters would ensure her orgasm was much more intense than a partner her own species could provide.

And yet, these simple orgasm harvesters paled in comparison to what the most sinister creatures were capable of. Angie and Issy were new to the world of orgasm harvesters. They didn't yet know the unimaginable heights of pleasure that the monsters were capable of forcing their captives to reach. These bugs were an introduction, but they by no means represented harvesters' true potential.

The two bugs entered their final sprint. More of their sinister blood rushed into their cocks, making them swell bigger, wider, and longer. With a foreign cry, they pushed themselves further, trying to stretch out Angie's soft pussy just a little more in the pursuit of pumping that little extra pleasure into her brain. The grooves of their cock ran along her soft walls, rubbing against her nerve endings mercilessly and forcing her to feel it on her tongue. More, more, more until-! Both of them hilted hard, pushing as far in as possible until the cocks slammed against her cervix and throat but kept going, compressing her body against the ground in a culminating finale!

 

[Sharub]

RE: A World of Orgasm Harvesters

Angie closed her eyes, trying to get a hold of what was going on, trying to fight back the cluster that held her brain at bay, all around her, the air echoed with the slapping sound of the harvester between her legs, each slap followed by a wet, sticky squelch, while she tried to not gag on the cock in her mouth, muffling and moaning, emitting lewd slurping sounds as she tried her best to calculate his tempo and take a quick almost unsufficient inhalation trough her nostrils. She begun to see the chemically induced fog, her orgasm subsidizing and carrying with it her first orgasmic afterglow of her life. Still, with energies long gone, this changed nothing, and she only managed to return fully in possession of her body, cursing herself with lucidity while being raped and knowing that there would be no way out.

As the two bugs begun to drill her from both ends with constant, almost merciless pounds, she felt their bodies pressing her in the same time, pressing her over the ground, tears begun to roll from her cheeks, low moans of defeat barely audible from the intensity and vigor of her rape, "...what... why..." her mind, tired, barely able to think from a rocking bolt of pleasure each time their cocks plunged into her body, feeling them to pulse again... and again... more and more gooewy saltyness filled her mouth, forcing her to gulp down, knowing that the more she would drink, the more she will feel good and the more they will feast upon her. She felt her belly filled by the amount she drank, together with the orgasmic... blissful sensation of her womb being filled each passing second with warm ejaculate "...no...more...".

She was already at another terrible, forceful peak of pleasure, bracing herself for another coming wave of pleasure, the now familiar tingle in her belly and the way her body begun to stiffen and move on its own accord "...nooooo...". Betrayed by her body for the second time, she felt the bugs to click, more light around her as they drank her energies, but as the two bugs drank on her essence, their screeching grew louder, scaring the athletic girl that for a brief instant managed to think that the two were fighting, instead, they were according for the final rush. Groaning in blissfully pleasurable discomfort, she felt their cocks to grow, feeling their girth to scrape the even tighter fit of her sex, the cock in her mouth making feel her jaw as if about to snap. Eyes filled with lustful fear, she felt about to faint, too many stimulations, too strong at the same time, until they screeched one last time, their strong legs pressing hard into the ground, their bodies pushing forward, as deep as her body would allow. She mewled loudly feeling the harvester in her sex to push deeper, feeling like a sous-vide syringe, pushing more and more of his ejaculate into her womb, making her feel it almost bulging upward, while the cock in her mouth, to her terror, kept pushing down her throat, cutting her air supply.

Her eyes widened in terror, feeling its organ to expand, pulsate against her tongue as it forced more of its pleasure-creating cum down her throat, she felt her lungs almost burning with need, but as she was experiencing fear, a new, unexpected wave of pleasure took her off-guard, making her to arch her back, eventually pushing more of his cock in her throat, eyes fluttering, feeling her own body to give up, raise white flag and let her own juices to spray against the bug that held her legs high into the air, always at the perfect angle to penetrate her.

Before slumping in a terrible daze, caused by an unbreakable mix of fear, shock, pleasure and lack of air, Angie felt her head heavy and closed her eyes, while in her head, the words she repeated as a mantra echoed more and more "...you will never be ready..."

 

[Davian_Veq]

RE: A World of Orgasm Harvesters

Issy lay there, completely at the harvester's mercy. With her peachy round buttocks sticking up in such a submissive position, her limbs all held by the grasping legs, rubbing their ridged surfaces strongly against such soft, pliable flesh. The strain of her underwhelming muscles put her at quite the disadvantage, as she could do little more than relax in the exhaustion. To her horror, however, the buzzing abomination seemed even more frantic than before. With her face pressed firmly into the ground, Issy's eyes were completely disabled.

Her hands held tightly behind her back, with the soft and squishy underbelly of the bug against her fingers, she dared not move them. Any hand movement that could help her, would likely tear the pretend weak spot, with acidic blood ready to punish any resistance. With a sudden jolt, and with wings a-buzzing, the harvester seemed to clench its legs once more. Even with the textured shaft pounding its way into Issy's tight snatch, it seemed greedy for more. The pressing of the legs, pushing her muscles tighter around the invading cock, only served to enhance and tighten the stimulation.

The buzzing, vibrating wings paused and changed pitch, and Issy tensed up in anticipation of whatever new trick. It seemed only to be a repeat of an older one, pumping her full of its own fake cum, until it pulled out.

Spurting heavily, a flow of sickly sweet musky liquid flew between her meagre breasts, straight towards where her head was pressed so insistently onto the ground. Issy had no choice, the splattered fluid slickly surrounding her nose, with intoxicating stench moving inexorably towards her mouth, still gasping for badly-needed breath. The taste and heat of it were indescribable, and almost as soon as it had touched Issy's lolled-out tongue, she began to feel an unfamiliar yearning. She needed that cock. She could barely live without a shaft to slam into her, to ruin her and fill her up with its perverse fluids.

Intellectually, at the back of her mind, the poor girl knew that this was by far not a particularly strong aphrodisiac. The feeling was a great contradiction, for a girl with no prior exposure. Just as she pressed her ass backwards, almost begging, she felt the oversized dong thrust deeply into her passage, well lubricated enough that even the squeezing of its own legs did not stop it from reaching deeper than ever before.

 

[RapeWorld]

RE: A World of Orgasm Harvesters

The harvester perched atop Issy's ass continued to pound down into her harder and harder. In this moment, it owned her pussy and was all to happy to use its toy for its own purposes. But still it hadn't gotten the orgasms it desired. That was about to change. As Angie fell into a fit of convulsions beside Issy, the harvester atop her managed to absorb a bit of the nearby girl's energy. It slowed its thrusts for just a moment, clicking quietly to itself.

Then it became excited and its blood rushed to its lower body. As a positive feedback from the orgasmic energy, its cock swelled and grew bigger to stretch Issy's sensitive folds even more. Right below the base of its member, another tool grew erect. Due to the way Issy was oriented in relation to her rapist, she would be treated to this extra stimulation while Angie would not. It looked like a little hole about the size of a thimble with raised, hard edges. The rim of this hole opened up further as the harvester slowly pushed its cock all the way inside. The little hole by the base of the cock fitted itself perfectly over Issy's clit and then closed, holding the nub hostage.

With the cock hilted inside her, the harvester took the opportunity to test the sensitivity of Issy's clit. It pinched it with the edge of the sucker, rotated its hips to twist and tease it, and pulled it away from her body. Satisfied by its cruel additional assault, the harvester set back to work, thrusting into her and simultaneously groping, sucking, and twisting Issy's clit, all in the effort of making her explode with pleasure.

 

[kckolbe]

RE: A World of Orgasm Harvesters

It had been a nice enough day, so Candice had suggested going for a walk. It wasn't the activity Tom would have suggested, but he knew that she wasn't interested in cuddling every time they met up. Tom, on the other hand, could easily spend every meeting of theirs indoors, but the 34 year-old man had far fewer oppourtunities to curl up with beautiful 20 year-olds than Candice had to feel a 34 year-old man pressed against her. Such was reality.

It wasn't as though the two got to spend a ton of time together. While the two of them shared one class together this semester, their schedules were pretty different, and she had other social events going on as well. So this was becoming something of a rare treat, and even if walking through a little park trail wasn't his first choice, he was happy to spend time with her, and her outfit only made her look even more beautiful. He spent so much time looking at her that he didn't spend nearly enough time looking around.