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A World of Orgasm Harvesters (NSFW)

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"This is nice. I really like when we get to spend time together." Candice told her friend with a smile. She slipped her hand into his as they walked outside and she glanced into the sky with a soft sigh. "Is something on your mind, Tom? You seem lost in thought.." She said softly as she continued to walk along with him, taking in the lovely sights. She picked a flower and brought it up to smell the petals.
 
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While Issy's rape was still continuing in full force, Angie's body was used. She had experienced the strongest orgasms already. Normally the orgasm harvesters would be more than happy to keep pumping away at her abused holes, forcing out smaller and smaller orgasms for them to feed off of, the diminishing returns apparently not a strong enough discouragement. But Angie would be saved from that fate. The two bug that still had their cocks in her hole lifted their heads in the air, sensing something. There was a new pussy not far off, and with it, the promise of fresh orgasms to feed off. They slid out of Angie and took to the sky, leaving her to tremble and shake on the ground. Instantly the men near the edge of the courtyard rushed over to help her up and guide her to the school infirmary. She would be punished for her brash actions later, she needed to recover first. Issy would join her as soon as the orgasm harvester still perched on her raised rear end finished raping her.

Not too far away, Candice and Zachary were enjoying their walk. Purely out of bad luck, they had chosen the worst place on campus to stroll, and they were too distracted to see the danger. A faint sound of buzzing was the only warning Candice would get before two massive flying orgasm harvesters started fluttering violently around her, trying to knock her off her feet and ignoring Zachary entirely.
 
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Angie felt her holes overly stuffed, with fluid kept being pumped inside of her from both sides, feeling her stomach swollen and gurgling due to the amount of fake-cum she've drank. All of a sudden, the athletic girl heard the harvesters to click, communicating with themselves, and then buzz away, leaving her alone. The cock in her abused sex let her hole agape, allowing a tidal wave of whiteish goo to splash away from her, and her legs, without the bulk of the harvester to keep them hooked above her head in a breeding-position, fell on the fresh grass with a thud.

Angie groaned, gasped and rattled, disbelief ruling every thought in her brain, realization of what did just happened far to come. Her hand, instinctively moved to her belly, where her abs were, but to her shock, she felt her belly slighly bulging upward, her womb being inflated with liquid chemicals, making her appear with a baby-bump. With the scar of her abuse beneath her trembling hand, Angie collapsed flat against the ground, closing her eyes and letting her body to go on black-out, just before earing heavy stomps running nearby...
 
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There was a combination of warmth and exasperation when she said she liked spending time with him. "Yeah, me too. We don't get to do this enough." He thought about saying more, but knew it would just be a little passive-aggressive remark on how often she was busy. Granted, every once in a while he was working when she was free, but more often than not it was the other way around. "Hm?" he asked, having been caught inside his mind. "Oh, no, just looking around."

He hadn't been looking around, but he started now to cover his tracks. It was then that he noticed the buzzing, too loud to mean anything but inevitability. The harvesters were already in sight, and clearly heading toward them. More accurately, toward her. "Candice, run!"

It was too late, as the bugs were upon them before they were halfway to the building. He kept his body between her and the harvesters as they closed, but they were too fast, and simply swooped around him, leaving him to watch as they slammed against her without so much as brushing against his arm.
 
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Candice couldn't even react, before she was knocked off her feet and her top flew open as a button or two popped off. She tried scrambling to her feet and away from the Harvesters, but she seemed frozen in place, unable to do much of anything. "Tooooooooooooom." She cried out.
 
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The harvesters were strong and fast, and worst of all, they were coordinated. One of them settled right on Candice's chest, holding her down with the weight of its body, while the other gripped her ankle tightly and vibrated its wings to fly up, pulling her foot with it and lifting it sideways into the air to spread her legs. Immediately the insect on her upper body set to work, quickly chewing through the thin fabric of her panties and seemingly content to leave her skirt on since it was hiked up over her waist anyway. The goods they were after were readily available.

As the strips of her panties fell to the grass in tatters, the two harvesters repositioned themselves, preparing to do the deed. The one holding her leg up lowered itself, wedging its body between her legs to keep it raised. The other moved behind her, right behind her exposed rear end. With it off her chest, it had given up its advantage over holding her down, but this moment would pass quickly and she or Tom would only have a moment to act. Intervention by Tom would be considered illegal, although anything Candice could do would be legal, albeit dangerous. The only alternative was to let them ravage her, and it was horribly obvious as their oversized cocks lined up with her body, that they intended to doubly penetrate her in an effort to pump her mind full of intense pleasure.
 
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Candice couldn't do much except for scream, looking around frantically for Tom, hoping she would get some assistance, because she was frozen in fear, unable to move as the harvesters raped her. She could barely even think straight as she tried to scramble away, but to no avail as they moved to penetrate her. "No.. please.." She cried out as she tried scrambling away. She knew coming out was a mistake, but she and Tom barely got to spend any time together, so she had hoped that maybe they wouldn't attempt anything if they saw she was with someone.
 
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The last chance passes and the insect thrust forward powerfully. The first easily plunges into Candice's pussy, filling her instantly with its giant cock perfectly molded to cause the most pleasure possible. It has a line of ridges rubbing hard against her front wall, digging into her g-spot. The second harvester hits her on her rear entrance, which gives more resistance. In preparation for it gaining entry to her second hole, the cock explodes in the fake-cum, smearing the white fluid on her ass. It thrusts again, this time pushing through and into her, the cum lubing it up on its way inside in order to minimize the pain and maximize the pleasure. Both harvesters thrust together, doubly penetrating Candice, and then each of the cocks explode again, pouring a double load into her body.

The cum quickly distributes its aphrodisiacal effect into her body's nervous system. In only a few moments, what little pain she felt faded away and was replaced by even more overwhelming pleasure. The two giant cocks pushed in together, pinching her flesh between them inside her body. They leaned in close, ready to feed off her energy when she finally would burst, and they pumped away hard and uncaring, eager to speed her along to that inevitable climax.
 
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Tom had done his best to shield her, to intervene without risking breaking the law or, more importantly, one of the harvesters getting more aggressive against Candice. He didn't know just what they would do to get their "mission" accomplished, but he did know that Candice would bear the brunt of it. So rather than try to push one away, he'd thrown himself over her legs once she was frozen on the ground, guarding what they were after. He watched the one bug hovering above them, thinking it might give up, only to see another perch on Candice's chest, one of its "probes" above her mouth. Would it make her choke just to penetrate her? He hurriedly scrambled off, placing both hands in between the probe and her mouth, but the bug had lost interest, and then the both of them were working to expose her lower body. "Candice, I'm sorry."
 
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There was nothing more that Candice could do. She knew it and she was sure the harvesters knew it too. "Tom.. just let it happen." She sobbed, but then her sobs became cries of pleasure as she felt her orgasm coming close. Her hips bucked against the probing cocks as she screamed out in pleasure and felt her climax hit hard as she squirted all over the cock that was buried inside her cunt. Somehow it felt better then when Tom and her would fuck, but she couldn't tell him that. No, not at all.
 
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When Candice got close to cumming, the harvesters instinctively both hilted inside her and leaned in close, both cocks squirting out large quantities of the cum. They knew that would make her orgasm as intense as possible, so they unremorsefully pushed her to extreme pleasure. When she finally did fall into spasms and squirt out, they clicked quietly to themselves, absorbing the energy. Candice was actually lucky that she was the third girl these harvesters raped in quick succession. They were satisfied after only forcing a single orgasm out of her. As soon as she finished, they pulled out and flew away, no longer considering her in the slightest. The fake cum that was now bubbling out of her newly vacant holes included complicated chemicals, and one of its effects was to help her retain her tightness. She was stretched out now, but she would be ready to get raped all over again soon. With the brutal fucking complete, Candice could be brought to the campus' infirmary along with Issy and Angie.
 
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"Tom..where's Tom?" Candice whispered out as she tried to look around, squinting against the bright lights as she couldn't see her boyfriend. She was terrified that they'd arrested him or something worse, but that didn't keep her from frantically looking around to see if she could find him. She had been raped by the harvesters, and she knew that she was safe in the "hospital", but how long would she be safe for? She wondered if there was any way she could escape this place. Leave it behind her.
 
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When the harvesters on campus had finished enjoying their meal at the expense of the girls and flown off to torment someone elsewhere, the victims were rushed to the school infirmary. Angie, Issy, Candice, and two other girls total had been brutally raped and filled with the gross fluid that was meant to mimic male semen. While it could not get them pregnant or transfer any diseases, as long as it remained inside their bodies, it would act as a strong aphrodisiac. As they were brought in, it oozed out of their lower orifices. Issy also suffered a minor burn on her ankle due to the actions of Angie, who was escorted with the campus police. When she was cleared from the infirmary, she would be under arrest for fighting with the harvesters.
 
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Inside the infirmary, the walls were painted in the school's colors. There were no windows to let in natural light (except for small, rectangular slits of glass on each of the doors), so the room relied mostly on artificial luminescence, which made the place surprisingly dim and somewhat moody compared to the outside. The recent harvester victims were situated in the infirmary beds, and a few moments later Chloe Cotton, a student-nurse, walked through the double doors at the front of the hospital wing. Instantly, Chloe stood out. Unlike the other student-nurses in the room who all wore the standard blue baggy medical scrubs, Chloe wore a soft pink/violet alternative; in fact, Chloe was the only one wearing pink besides the professor/head-nurse who tried to interfere as little as possible to let her students work. It should be noted that these nursing students were top of their class - very experienced with treating victims - otherwise, they wouldn't be in the infirmary at all.

The "unique" outfit Chloe had on was literally meant to signify that she was (most-likely) emanating. Every female nurse had to switch to one of these outfits once they reached the age of twenty. And once they dawned the new outfit, part of their job became to put themselves between other emanating patients and Harvesters. The idea was that these nurses would protect injured or resting people from rape in case of a break-in, and if a nurse wearing the pink/violet uniform was spotted refusing to jump in and protect someone, then they could very easily fail the class (or lose their nursing job). This was the same standard practice used in real hospitals around the world now. Hospitals certainly couldn't have people who were checked into them getting raped. It was a liability. As Chloe kept walking, she brought her hands to her head and scooped her hair up into a pony-tail, then tied it off with a brown elastic hair band similar to her hair color. The next thing she did was examine all of the victims, which was a fairly straightforward task since all of the beds were lined up in a nice even row against the side-wall.

She walked along, scrutinizing the stations and the people in them. She looked very concentrated, so if anybody were to say anything to her at that time she probably would've missed it. Beside each bed, there was a sink and some cabinetry which held basic medical supplies. Between each bed was a drain on the floor and an emergency shower equipped with a smaller hose for more precision use. Chloe walked over to Issy and took a closer look at the acid burn on her ankle. It was only a small, first-degree burn, but it'd have to be treated just the same as any other acid-related injury. Chloe looked at Issy (whether the girl was conscious at this moment or not) and gently informed her that she was going to clean up the wound. First, Chloe took a soft brush (like a makeup brush) and gently dabbed away at the wound to remove any dried chemicals, then she took the small shower hose and ran cold water over the wound for twenty minutes. She put the leg in a sling, left the water on, and had another nurse sub in for her during several of those minutes so she could walk around and check on the others.

Everybody would be asked how they were feeling, and if they needed anything. If applicable - Chloe would provide basic painkillers for any of the victims who asked, and she would certainly be providing Issy with some basic painkillers whether she asked or not; however, if the victims voiced any overly distressing concerns that were seriously out of the school's expertise, they would have to be admitted to an actual hospital by the head-nurse. After the 20 minutes were up, Chloe came over and let Issy's leg off the water then wrapped the wound in a sterile bandage. Once everything seemed in order, Chloe jotted some notes down on a clipboard and returned to the front room where she arrived from originally. The room she went into was actually the front of the Nurse's office where she could admit new patients. This office had an entrance connecting to the school and an entrance connected straight to the outside. Normally, students had to come through the front in order to get admitted for care, but recent rape-victims were an exception - and they entered straight into the back (the infirmary), usually from the outside entrance.
 
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Chloe only had a few minutes to rest before she was notified that one more patient was being brought in. This girl was the victim of a particularly brutal rape, which is why she was coming in so much later than the others; she was held down and used for much longer. She lay unconscious, but squirming in her sleep, on the gurney as she was brought in and transferred to the first empty bed. She had long red hair and was completely nude. The harvesters must have destroyed her clothes one way or another. This also meant they had no way of identifying her, so her name was absent from her chart.

She tossed and turned, something still bothering her. Sticky, light tan fluid oozed out of her lower lips slowly. Her hands naturally wandered to her lower body, and had to be pushed away frequently. It was almost as if she was trying to masturbate in her sleep... One other piece of information was displayed on her chart: She was raped by an undocumented breed of orgasm harvester. This was a fact that always made medical professionals uneasy, and the head nurse had made this clear. If it is undocumented, it means it is new and recently evolved, which means you never know exactly what tactics they may employ. The head nurse had an extensive knowledge of harvesters, but she had never seen the fluid found in this particular victim before. It still resembled the fake semen used in so many harvesters, but the off-color meant it was different somehow in a way no one could know yet. It could be a worthless mutation that will not prove to be beneficial, or if could be a breakthrough that mankind isn't prepared for. The difference could only be the color, or it could be laced with chemicals designed to create a specialized reaction. There was literally no way of knowing yet. The head nurse made all these facts known to all her students so they could take the proper precautions.
 
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Chloe walked back into the infirmary after being notified of a new patient. She listened closely to the head nurse's precautions and when she and the rest of the student nurses said they understood, they were let loose. The first thing Chloe could observe about this new semen-impersonator was that it must have been some form of extreme aphrodisiac. Chloe thought this conclusion was supported by the way it caused the girl to reach for her private parts - even while unconscious - but would an aphrodisiac really cause a (seemingly) incognizant person to masturbate? Chloe didn't know for sure. But what she did know for sure was that there was such a thing as "sexsomnia." ((It's real, look it up.)) Sexsomnia is similar to sleepwalking; however, instead of walking, one might masturbate or partake in other sexual activities. Perhaps this new fluid would send its victims into some sort of trancelike state similar to sexsomnia.

If this was the case, it would be very ill-advised to touch the substance with bare flesh. All of the nurses put on disposable gloves and face masks as an added precaution to this. Once everyone was geared up, Chloe grabbed a syringe, exchanged glances with her fellow teammates, and carefully attempted to suck up some of the substance into the syringe. "Why would a new case like this be sent to a college infirmary?" Chloe wondered.
 
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Leaning in close while being distracted with her idle wondering would prove to be a mistake for Chloe. When she wasn't paying attention, the mysterious girl lying in the bed snaps her eyes open. Her hands shot to her crotch and she lifted her hips up, slipping her fingers inside herself and pressing her palm hard against her clit. The fluid must have been keeping her on the very brink of orgasm because she was able to climax instantly. Her hips bucked, her soft flesh convulsed, and she let out a pleasure-soaked "Nyyaaahhh!" as she came, her young pussy eager to squirt.

With the student nurses gathered around her, and this surprising turn of events happening so fast, her explosive orgasm caused drops of the mysterious fluid to land on nearly everyone nearby. Poor Chloe, however, who had been leaning in to take a sample got splattered across the face and chest with the bulk of the impressive, but undeniably gross ejaculation. And just like that, after cumming her brains out, the mysterious girl fell back on the bed and laid peacefully, unconscious once again.
 
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As the strange fluid shot out, Chloe barely had time to blink before it landed on her mask, chest, and more worryingly on her cheeks and around her eyes. The fluid was sticky and warm. She recoiled and went straight to one of the emergency lab showers and pulled the lever, allowing the water to drench her. Many of the other nurses followed suit - going to the other showers or using the hoses. Once the water dispersed the semen-substance enough that Chloe felt she could open her eyes, she walked toward one of the cabinets and grabbed a bunch of sanitary wipes to clean her face better.

It was shocking how fast the infirmary could be sent into pandemonium. Water was everywhere, the students' normally collected composure was coming unglued, and Chloe could see that the head nurse was already on the phone, probably calling someone to get this new harvester case victim out of here. Chloe tried to calm down and think about whether or not she was feeling different. She turned on her heel and swung the cabinet open again to examine herself in a mirror for any left-over residue or signs of change.
 
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Neither Chloe or any of the other nursing students could detect that the fluid had any affect. It was washed away and there was no way to know it was ever there. For most of the students, that was the end of it. To Chloe, too, it seemed like if it would have done anything, she was able to wash it away before it could take hold. She felt the same as always, clear headed and in control.

What no one could have known however, was that Chloe was marked. It had left a pheromone behind that was undetectable to humans. She was free to continue her studies and service in the infirmary, but as soon as she stepped outside, she would be attracting every harvester in the area. The collected fluid was sent off to be studied by the lab, but none of the girl exhibited any symptoms, so the head nurse didn't feel it was necessary to take any drastic measures like quarantine. The unconscious girl seemed much better once she pleasured herself. Like it was an itch she was dying to scratch and then rested once her need was fulfilled. Still, true to Chloe's suspicions, she was taken away to a more elaborate medical and research location.
 
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In light of the recent and shocking event, Chloe's nursing professor declared that the class would let out early today, and the staff nurses would be stepping in to take care of any further items, but Chloe still had some paperwork to finish. As the other students were leaving, Chloe tried to sit down and complete the forms for each student in care that day, but her professor stopped her. "Chloe," the professor said with an amused smile, "take a break already; you work too hard." Of course, she was joking about that last part; a nurse could never work too hard in this world. But Chloe got the message and decided it might be okay to just relax at home for once. She changed out of her soaking wet scrubs and put on her casual every-day clothes. Today, those clothes consisted of a midriff blouse, a flowy circle skirt, and a stylish pair of wedge sandals. Obviously, the sandals weren't very "functional," but she was going for a confident cute look today. Maybe it was a little bit over the top for a normal college day, but she was sort of rich; therefore, a good ninety-percent of her clothes were designer, fancy, and/or very elegant.

Once she was all packed up, she exited through the secondary door - the one that led outside - and she began walking toward her apartment. Even though it was getting to be later in the evening, it was still a gorgeous day: the sky was a vibrant, beautiful shade of blue; there was hardly a cloud in sight; the somewhat setting sun cast golden rays along the grass, which emphasized the healthy green color of the blades; and the buildings in the distance (where Chloe was headed) cast a crisp, picturesque shadow. Chloe and the other students were the only ones wandering around right now since their class concluded early, so the campus and surrounding area were pretty lifeless at the moment. Chloe could squint and see some of the other students walking in little clumps already far away. She must've taken too long before leaving.
 
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The first harvester to reach Chloe opted to stay hidden in the grass until the time to strike was right. Because it was composed of plant-like fibers, it would be impossible for Chloe to make out its shape in the sea of green. In fact, it silently slithered behind her, making it impossible for her even to know it was stalking her. Its head raised out of the grass, revealing its black eyes and the alien lack of other facial features. The snake-like harvester's head lunged forward, but instead of tackling or wrapping around Chloe, it launched a spray of a sickly red fluid, which would coat her body and begin to sizzle. Instantly the beast vanished back into the grass, hiding once again in plain sight.

The acid was specially formulated to have no effect on Chloe's young, appealing body, while the fabric of her clothing would be dissolved away. For a few frantic moments, however, anyone hit with the spray would be terrified that the far more dangerous acid that makes up all harvesters' blood had gotten on them. But that acid was reserved for self-defense. This acid was just another tool they had evolved to get what they want.
 
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As Chloe walked, she was sadly completely oblivious to the Harvester slithering behind her in the grass. In fact, if she were aware of the creature (and more importantly if she wasn't its target right now) she would've loved to have stopped and admired how stealthy it had evolved to be. It was obvious to anyone who knew Chloe that she was a little bit naive when it came to the whole Harvester thing... Chloe had just turned 20 a couple of days ago, but she'd always lived a shut-in lifestyle: she'd go straight to school and stay inside the whole day; then she'd go straight back home where she also stayed inside all day; while she was home she was even protected by guards. That was her life up until she started college. Now she lived in an apartment not far from the campus, but honestly, the only major thing that changed about her daily life is she doesn't have guards anymore. The point is... being attacked by a Harvester was near last on her list of probable things to happen. Then again, so was being squirted in the face by another female. So maybe she should've expected a Harvester attack.

When the Harvester finally did attack spraying Chloe from behind, Chloe wheeled around. At first, she looked angry, ready to tear into some hooligan who she assumed had sprayed her with a squirt bottle, but before she could even stop to think about how irrational that sounded, she began to hear a slight sizzling sound. She realized that the liquid sprayed on her must have been acid, so she of course panicked. Her mind raced frantically with different thoughts. Everything came and went so fast that she couldn't think of what to do; and so, as she wasted precious time, the fabric of her blouse started tearing apart like wet paper. The pieces that fell off proceeded to dissolve - shrinking and becoming crumpled until they disappeared. The acid continued to eat away at her entire shirt and skirt as well - undiminished by her desperate, irrational attempts at grasping the pieces of disintegrating clothing. The acid continued to do its job until Chloe was standing almost completely naked in the field, wearing nothing but her panties. She didn't even have a bra on that day; her breasts were small enough that they didn't warrant the discomfort of wearing one, but now she was regretting not just putting one on anyway. She brought her forearm up to cover her nipples as she examined the rest of her body.

She assumed she was a goner when the acid sprayed on her, but to her surprise, the acid never started eating away at her skin. She didn't even have a chance to notice that this particular acid was red instead of the Harvesters' usual neon yellow/green blood color. Once she had a moment to comprehend what just happened, she took in the fact that she was probably in serious danger. With a quick glance around, she rushed towards the safety of one of the buildings, but even the closest one was roughly 35 yards away.
 
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As Chloe tried desperately to get away, the harvester was quick on her toes. It was much faster than her, and easily kept up. It could have surpassed her, but it was positioning itself perfectly right behind her tail, getting ready to leap up and ensnare her at the perfect moment when her cycling thighs and rump were in the best position. As it launched out of the grass, an onlooker could see that it had three tendrils extending from its face in a triangle around the orifice that excreted the specialized acid.

It struck her with incredible precision, right on her crotch. The two bottom tendrils shot forward between her thighs and wrapped upward and outward around her waist, while the central, top tendril laid flat across her ass, reaching just past the band of her panties. Together, the three tendrils had a strong hold on the harvester's victim. It pressed its acid orifice up against the band of her last remaining piece of clothing, dissolving the crotch just enough so the two disconnected strips hang limply on either side of her, useless at covering her intimate parts. As the creature's tail wraps tightly around her right thigh to secure itself, it reestablishes its hold on the now-bare skin of her crotch, hugging her pussy tightly as the top tendril slips inside her panties and runs up her ass to the small of her back. Strangely, however, it leaves her clit exposed. Most harvesters target their victim's clit because it is a simple and easy way to induce strong arousal.
 
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Chloe didn't get particularly far before she felt something impact her squarely between the thighs on the underside of her pelvis. It quickly latched onto her, holding itself against her outer lips with the use of three strangely fast-moving tendrils, two of which she could feel come up from her crotch and wrap around her waist, and the third of which she could feel snake up the cleft of her backside, ultimately forming a quasi-thong that didn't cover her front. Chloe immediately felt violated as this creature ensnared her. It felt strange, fibrous, and slithery, and she was forced to stop running the moment it clasped on; otherwise, she would've fallen. She hesitantly looked down, and there she saw it: A Harvester. It must've been the same one that shot acid at her because it was now dissolving her panties right in plain sight. Her first instinct was to grip the creature and start pulling on it, but her eyes widened as she pictured a part of it ripping, and burning her all over the privates. She had no choice but to let it stay there. Thankfully, it wasn't doing much to stimulate her right now.

Chloe looked up at the school building that she was headed towards. It was still rather far away, but she was sure she could make it. If she could just get inside, she'd at least be safe from other potential Harvesters; however, she found it exceedingly difficult to move with this creature attached to her. The thing was surprisingly heavy for its size, probably weighing 30 pounds or more, and while the weight wasn't enough to bring Chloe to her knees, it was certainly enough to put her off-balance, making it difficult to walk. She turned her head and scanned the campus for people who could help her, but there was nobody in sight. Instead of squandering more precious seconds, Chloe pursed her lips, focused on the building ahead, and stiffly trudged forward. Astonishingly, she was making steady progress.
 
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With it pressed so firmly into her most sensitive place, Chloe could feel it shift. Its puckered mouth opened, but instead of a tender tongue meeting her lower lips, a thick shaft pushed forward, conjuring images of the mouths of the monsters from the Alien movies. Only this was all too real and the member clearly meant to overwhelm with its size and length easily pushed her folds aside and jammed its way all the way to her cervix in one motion. The one bright spot was that causing pain was counter intuitive to its desires, and Chloe immediately felt something soothing fill her. Chemicals spouted from the tip and many points positioned on all the sides of the harvester cock. They completely eased any pain the invader may have caused, and encouraged the sensations of pleasure to become more intense. Plus, the continuous and strong spray hitting her soft flesh in 360 degrees inside her served to further stimulate her in place of actual thrusting.

But then Chloe felt something else. The chemicals flooding her genitals had one more purpose, which she had no doubt heard harvesters commonly employed. It was an aphrodisiac. However, what Chloe couldn't realize was that this aphrodisiac was different. Most of the chemicals harvesters ejaculated was simply meant to dull pain, intensify pleasure, and increase sensitivity. But this one targeted the decision making centers of the brain directly. It didn't make her horny; it made her need to orgasm. In fact, she hardly felt horny at all, but the need remained and it could not be resisted. If it was thrusting, maybe it could make her cum on its own. But this harvester saved energy by forcing the victim to do the deed themselves. All of a sudden, it was clear why it left her clit out in the open. She had full access to it as her will power faded more and more.

Then the harvester showed that it had one more trick. Its tail unwrapped from her tail just enough to free up a few feet of length. Its tail sought out her trembling hands, sporting one more orifice on its end, like a second mouth churning with thick, red sap. Its orifice slipped over her fingers on her right hand and pulled away immediately. It had deposited a thick drop of the sap on her digits and it was already moving to deposit another drop on her left hand's fingers. With her mind quickly becoming fuzzy, the fluid being too thick and sticky to flick off, and no clothes or fabric to wipe it off on, it seemed like the mysterious drops were destined to be delivered directly to her clit by her, no matter how much she wanted them not to be.
 
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