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A World of Orgasm Harvesters (NSFW)

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As Chloe made her way toward the door, she felt her delicate folds being spread apart; her last lines of defense easily being pushed aside. She only had about a second's time before the Harvester heaved something deep inside of her. It was long, thick, and mostly rigid: it effortlessly plowed through her soft, pillowy walls; rubbed against her G-Spot on the way up; and reached her cervix before she could hardly even blink. Chloe's posture instinctively and dramatically straightened as she got speared by this rod. She arched her back, and an on-looker might've thought she'd just gotten tased the way she tensed up, but Chloe encountered no pain or discomfort.

Chloe did, however, glacially crumple onto all-fours as her knees exhibited increasing weakness. Some kind of chemical was being sprayed all around inside of her. She could feel it massaging her walls; the Jacuzzi jets of the rape world. Chloe scrunched up her face and tried to deny what she was feeling - tried to deny the pleasure - and somehow, it seemed to start working. Slowly but surely Chloe felt less and less horny. She exhaled a long sigh of relief, now able to concentrate again. She didn't waste any time: with a shift of her weight, she began crawling towards the school building - but she felt something else that caused her to stop. A strange feeling radiated throughout her body. She no longer felt super horny, but without much warning, her body decided that she needed to cum. She couldn't quite figure out the logistics of this unexpected development: something in her brain simply created a demand for her to climax; it was similar to how her body craved water when it was dehydrated; or how it made her sleep when it was exhausted. She had to orgasm by any means necessary, but that was the exact thing she was trying not to do. Her disapproval of this feeling didn't matter though, because the longer this Harvester stayed in her, the more powerful the need to cum got. Chloe tried to look up at the school, but it was getting harder and harder to focus on anything. Her vision seemed to become clouded even though it was probably perfectly fine, and everything she tried to think about inevitably came spiraling back to one, singular, decisive objective: Orgasm.

Chloe shifted unwillingly onto her haunches, spreading her legs wide. She looked down at her body hoping that some kind of third-party monster was making her do this - but unfortunately, it seemed as if she was doing it to herself. Her last shred of hope that she could resist this thing was very obviously fading, as was visible on her face. She intended to keep both of her hands pressed staunchly against her chest, but her left hand began sliding down, past her delicate tummy and likewise cute bellybutton, towards her private parts. She shook her head, fruitlessly pleading with her hand to stop; finally, Chloe managed to seize her left wrist with the other hand, effectively stopping herself before she touched her exposed sex. The victory didn't last long though as the creature unraveled one of its appendages and slathered a thick, red, gooey substance directly onto her right hand's fingers. Chloe released her left wrist in surprise and tried to shake the goop off to no avail. Before she knew it, the creature had coated her left hand with the same sticky substance as on her right. She spread her fingers and gawked at each of her trembling hands.

She was once again reluctantly reaching for her virgin parts - or maybe they were no longer considered virgin now that the Harvester got to them. Either way, both hands were creeping downward, closer and closer to the only thing left to access: Her clit. She had no choice but to relinquish control of her hands as her thoughts became transcendently hazy. She took her slime-covered fingers and hurriedly rubbed them against her most sensitive part, expecting to feel relief - but the urge to orgasm didn't let up; it was still burning inside her. Somewhat frantically she rubbed faster. She clenched her teeth together, employing more tactics to make herself cum, like pinching her clit between her digits, rolling it around, pulling on it... After several minutes she finally began to feel herself tensing up - nearing orgasm - but she didn't take that as a sign to ease off. She kept toying with herself. Her pussy was soaking wet by now, and it was squeezing down on the base of the Harvester's rod. It only took a few more moments before at long last her body quivered: her pussy contracted powerfully onto every part of the Harvester's thick shaft (which stretched her tender walls out); and all the tension that had been building up got released into one, gigantic, mind-numbing orgasm that left her mouth agape, tongue flopped out, and eyes partly rolled back.
 
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The moment the thick red sap touched her sensitive nub, her fate was sealed. It spread a warmth into her most sensitive spot that told her that more chemicals were at play. The short term effects were a tingling sensation, which quickly gave way to throbbing. Chloe's body was reacting fast, betraying her even as her mind recoiled in horror at what she was doing to herself. As she began rubbing her clit, the mechanical motion unlocked the fluid's true potential. She could feel its effect taking hold, but she never could have suspected that rubbing it into her flesh would permanently alter her body. That is, unless she had paid closer attention to the different kinds of harvesters during her initiation class. The consequences of that would make themselves known later. For now, Chloe had bigger problems.

As she brought herself closer and closer to orgasm, her pussy clenched on the harvester's shaft, making her painfully aware that it was throbbing. It was not gaining sexual pleasure from her tight hole, but it had evolved this response to push her further, mimicking the throb of a human penis and perfectly sending the same wordless signals the female body would pick up on. The harvester was responding too. As Chloe got closer and closer to pushing herself over the edge, it tensed its muscles and tightened its grip around her thigh. When she finally reached the point of no return, a flap opened on its back. With her in her most vulnerable and weakest state, the harvester felt safe revealing its most fragile part. A softball sized white-yellow orb emerged from below the thick fibrous scales, glowing softly as it collected Chloe's orgasmic energy. Chloe served up one delicious meal as her hips bucked, her pussy convulsed, and her mind was washed away with overwhelming pleasure, but it knew it could get so much more energy from her!

Her pussy was at its most sensitive in the wake of the orgasm. At this point, the thick shaft began to retract, giving Chloe a glimmer of hope. But as it reached the point where only the bulbous tip remained between her lower lips, it slammed its full length back into her, only to retract again. The chemical warfare was just the precursor. Allowing, or rather forcing, her to do the hard part of becoming aroused. Now that her sopping pussy was warmed up and her engine was revving, whether she wanted it to be or not, it was willing to begin thrusting hard into her. After all, this was when it would profit the most for expending the energy. It was vicious efficiency. Playing her body like an instrument, living up to its name as it harvested her for orgasms. As it cruelly demanded a second orgasm in hardly any time at all, a second identical harvester creeped up silently from behind, attracted by the pheromones and the delicious orgasmic energy she was transmitting in 360 degrees.
 
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Chloe was hardly capable of intelligent thought as her body craved that orgasm; one quick glance at the goop on her hands and she assumed it was simply another form of aphrodisiac. She squirmed in response to the way the substance made her lower region tingle and throb, but she thought it must have just been a natural reaction to such a high level of stimulation. Chloe's body went limp and fell forward after her first climax. Her knees pressed against the ground, causing her legs to spread further, and her ass to artlessly rise into the air. Chloe slowly started to regain the ability to think clearly, and the first thought that came to mind was whether or not she was okay. She realized she was face-down in the grass, and her arms were stuck directly underneath her body, still outstretched from when she was masturbating. She lifted her head so that her chin was on the ground, and she could see the school building directly ahead of her, taunting her for not being able to get to it.

She could feel the Harvester retracting its rod from her body. It was so big that she was inclined to lean towards it, but soon, it was nearly out - nothing left to go but the head - and she was ready for this thing to pop off and release her. But then, the Harvester forced its rod all the way back in, instantly erasing all the progress that she thought had been made, and she couldn't help but feel devastated - betrayed. The monster slammed its authoritative rod into her again and again, persuading her to orgasm, and she was helpless to defend herself. Her arms were still trapped underneath her chest, and even if they weren't, she was still too weak to get up. She was losing control again: her eyes rolled back; mouth opened; tongue hung out... She was wondering how many people were watching her through the windows of that school building. "Did any of them know me?" she thought, "did any of them like me?" Her mind pointlessly wandered as she came closer and closer to climaxing. "What would they think of me after this?" The pressure became too much for her to handle, this time much more quickly than the first time. Her toes curled, her head raised off the ground as much as it could, and she conceded yet another brain-tingling, shuttering orgasm for her Harvester dominator. Her juices squirted out wildly between each pump of the Harvester's cock-like device, and she would've been none the wiser to the approach of a second, identical Orgasm Harvester.
 
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With Chloe on the ground, her legs spread, head down, and ass raised, she was practically presenting her rear end for the second harvester. It jumped out of the grass and latched onto her, just above the first. This one dug its head between her plump cheeks, pressing its mouth against her other entrance, while its three tendrils wrapped around her hips tightly. Its tail coiled around her left thigh in the same way the first had coiled around her right one. Together, they pulled her legs in opposite directions, forcing her to spread her legs just a little bit more than was comfortable and hold the position.

With Chloe already warmed up, this second harvester wasted no time at all. It plunged its own phallus into her ass and began pumping it in and out alongside the cock-like structure ravaging her pussy. Within a few thrusts, the two rods synchronized with each other, so they pushed in and pulled out together. When they both were inside, Chloe's small frame was stuffed beyond what she thought possible. The two raping creatures were rewarded for their efforts. Double penetrating her would easily translate into more energy for them to absorb as it pushed her climaxes to be even bigger.
 
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Chloe's body lurched forward as the second Harvester dug its head into her ass; She looked surprised by it, which was kind of cute. It made her appear even softer - more adorable than usual. The very real possibility of being attacked by a second Harvester had slipped her mind during the rape. The second Harvester's tail slapped against Chloe's thigh, quickly wrapped around it, and then squeezed tight. Both Harvesters started spreading her legs apart. Chloe was flexible, so the Harvesters had no trouble getting her into a full split before her legs finally started showing signs of resistance. The sheer angle of the split caused the first Harvester's rod to feel extremely tight in Chloe's pussy; She could feel the bulge of the Harvester's shaft on her tummy. The thought and feeling of something so large visibly manipulating her body from the inside caused Chloe to cum again. The second Harvester penetrated her, and it was astonishing how both of the big tools were able to fit; she wouldn't have believed it was possible if it weren't literally happening.

The Harvesters' members were a terrifically tight squeeze, antagonizing Chloe's G-Spot especially as they synchronized: filling her whole; stirring up her formless insides, making them take on the shape of the rods; and subjecting her to immeasurably more pleasure than she ever fathomed possible. She could feel the energy building inside her again. She suspected she'd lose her mind if this went on much longer, and she knew that her orgasm would be twice as powerful with both her intimate holes filled - twice as arousing, too. She desperately tried to avoid cumming again; however, the new Harvester's shaft permeating her from the back inevitably brought her to the brink of orgasm and threw her over the edge; her ass and pussy tensed and stretched around both the Harvester's members for quite a while as her hips undulated and juices spurted. "No... no more!" she pleaded, panting. She felt betrayed by her own body, and by extension, the universe. She attempted to get her arms out from under herself, but it was almost impossible now that her body was lying flat on the ground, her legs were immobilized in the splits, and there were two Harvesters weighing her down and entering her. Now she mentally kicked herself for not trying harder to escape earlier.
 
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With Chloe forced to the absolute fringes of pleasure, there was no way she possibly could have imagined how much further her body could be pushed. There is no denying that the harvesters feasting on her flesh were perfect fucking machines, fine tuned over decades of evolution to push their victims as far as possible. Somehow sensing that the young girl was once again reaching a plateau of pleasure with their current methods, they increased their assault one last time to squeeze out the absolute most amount of orgasmic energy her body could possibly produce.

Just like the first snake, the one latched onto her second, less sensitive hole began excreting a powerful aphrodisiac into her ass. The jets of the chemicals were stimulating enough as they hit her interior walls on all sides, but the chemical began to work on her, entering her system from a second orifice and essentially doubling the aphrodisiac effect. This fluid, however, was slightly different. It knew that it had latched onto her ass instead of her pussy, and that this was not her primary source of pleasure. That would simply not do. This special amber fluid would permanently increase the sensitivity of her ass until it was just as sensitive as her pussy. That way, future harvesters would have two ways of forcing the orgasms they want out of her trembling flesh.

That was not all, however. To really get a more powerful orgasm out of the poor girl, they would have to thrust even harder. The two shafts swelled with their sinister blood, increasing their girth by another inch, as they began pumping them in harder and faster. They were practically pounding her into the ground, yet they never fell out of sync with each other. The two rods flew in and out in a perfect rhythm squeezing the flesh between them as they invaded her body.

As intense as this was, Chloe had one more unfortunate event coming her way. All her orgasming had attracted one more harvester, and this one made no attempts at stealth. It was the size of a bear, lumbering straight toward her from the direction she was facing so it would be impossible not to see. But with her knees trembling, her hips bucking, and no strength left in her body, there was not much she could do to stop it. That's exactly what it was counting on.
 
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Chloe was starting to feel like this would be over soon; She'd already cum so many times, and she knew Harvesters would leave once their captive started exhibiting signs of slowing down, but the Harvesters weren't done with her. She felt the second one start spraying something all throughout her backside. It was another dose of aphrodisiac. Her walls reacted to the massaging sensation that the spray gave her, and soon enough, she began to feel more sensitive down there. Before long, however, she realized something in her body was changing. Some sort of shift to her anatomy was taking place. She realized her insides were being adapted, becoming unimaginably sensitive. She felt the Harvesters' rock-hard rods enter her repeatedly. Her brain couldn't work out these new sensitivities she was feeling. Her ass had been given the same acute pleasure-sensors as her pussy.

She winced as the cocks pounded her relentlessly. Suddenly she felt herself being stretched even wider. The Harvesters' rods were expanding - filling with blood in order to push her once again to the precipice of orgasmic disaster. Her whole lower body felt like one big sex organ now as she was numbed by the unnatural sensations; She couldn't help but cum increasingly - again and again - each climax just as powerful as when the ravaging first started. She wanted to cry out in pleasure, but ironically, it was that very pleasure that kept her silenced - mouth agape - concussed by unwanted elation. She wanted to escape, too, but that hope was smothered along with her arms, which were still foolishly trapped underneath her. She'd hoped the effect on her ass wouldn't last forever, but memories of initiation class were returning to her; Certain Harvesters caused permanent alterations to their victims' bodies in order to benefit themselves and their race. She prayed this wasn't one of those. Just when Chloe thought things couldn't get any worse, she focused on something big and looming in the distance.

She could only make out the shape of it since the sun was setting in the background, but it looked like a small conglomeration of people walking toward her from one of the school buildings. "Finally!" she thought, happily, "are they coming to help me?" She squinted her eyes to get a better view, and as the silhouette got closer, she realized it wasn't a human. The creature stepped into the shadow of the school building and revealed itself to be the largest Orgasm Harvester she'd ever seen. It must've been the size of a bear or bigger. She gasped at its enormity. She had no idea what this thing was capable of or whether or not it would be worse than the two pests currently in her. She hoped its size was only a scare-tactic, thinking it might only penetrate her mouth with a small tentacle. But this was wishful thinking. All of her hopes were probably in vain.
 
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This new harvester was massive. Standing nearly 6 feet tall when it was hunched over like this. As it got closer, Chloe could see the fine details of the powerful beast. Its body looked like it was made of tangled vines, each of which must have been 10 inches around. Its head looked like most harvesters', lacking any facial features besides black, uncaring eyes. Its basketball-sized white-yellow orb hung off the back of its neck.

It leaned its head down over Chloe, absorbing some remnants of her energy from her last orgasm, but this would never satisfy the beast. It shook its body, its enormous size dwarfing the girl, and stood up on its back feet, reaching an imposing 10 feet as it stands over her. Chloe gets her first look at the harvester's chest, and sees the most alien aspect of the creature. There are green tendrils hanging down all across its chest, writhing and wriggling as if trying to feel out the air in front of it. There are three ring-like structures on its upper chest, laid out horizontally in a line. After a moment, they reveal themselves to each be two fingers coming together to form a ring. Most terrifying, of course, is the creature's cock. It is a monster of a cock, sticking out at least 10 inches and bigger around than Chloe's arms. As the harvester stands up, the bulbous head on the cock's end rests on Chloe's head, most likely by accident. Then it slams back down to all fours, shaking the ground and positioning Chloe under its belly.

It grabs her waist with its paws, easily lifting her off the ground like she weighs nothing at all. Its hands are big enough to wrap all the way around her waist and meet above and below her. It turns her around so her most important parts are facing its body and suspended just a few inches above the shaft. For a moment, she is equally supported by one of the creature's paws and its cock, as it uses its other paw to pull the two snakes away and discard them to the grass below. They are as powerless against the bear as Chloe is, but they do not flee, being perfectly happy to stick around for one last free meal.

Then, without warning or hesitation, the bear grips her waist again and pulls Chloe's tiny pussy down on its shaft. She was lucky that she had just spent so many minutes lubricating herself and being stretched out, but this fit was as tight as she could stand! As she is impaled and pulled further and further down the rod until her soft rear end is pressed against the monster's body, it takes a moment to hilt her and simply hold her body against it so she is completely penetrated. She cannot bring her legs together simply because its body is in between them, which means she has to continue doing the splits, and she can feel its powerful paws squeezing her.
 
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To the north of the campus, there was a wooded area. Not quite a forest, but thick enough for a student to get lost if you really didn't have a good sense of direction. The woods stretched out to just barely brush the northern side of campus, and at this point, there was a small shaded area with benches behind the art building. Occasionally students would study, relax, or chat there, but many students were turned away by the common knowledge that harvesters lived in the woods. It was a bit of a silly fear, because harvesters lived everywhere, but there were still thoughts of the monsters coming out of the trees to claim a meal if you weren't careful. In the morning the day of Chloe's encounter, this shaded area was exactly where Collette found herself.
 
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Collette

I loved this quiet spot, so few people came here and I almost always had it to myself. I wonder why? It was beautiful. The trees and flowers, it was going to be a great painting if I could ever stop looking at it long enough to finish this sketch.

I looked back to my unfinished drawing of the treeline, starting to add more to it.

I was out here to avoid putting in my submission to join the next Harvester class. The school had been sending me notifications sense I started, and now they had finally threatened to cut off my financial aid if I didn't. Still, I was in no hurry to put it in, I still had a few hours to enjoy. Besides, I probably wouldn't start emanating till the end of next year, I was always a year behind with stuff like that.

I shook my head, trying not to think of the harvesters now. I hadn't seen too many, but the ones I did, well, I still have nightmares and I haven't been touched by one. Was their really nothing to be done about them? I guess I would learn when I take the class soon...
 
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The spot was perfect for a painting. As if they knew that you were watching and looking for inspiration, two twin birds come shooting out of the woods; startling perhaps, but there was no denying their grace as they spiraled around each other in the air like a double helix, soared upward, and perched on the edge of the art building roof. They peered out over the clearing and into the wood, side by side, and occasionally preening their brilliant green feathers.

In reality, however, these two birds that seemed to just be playing with each other, were hunting. Something had attracted them, but they had not gotten a lock on it yet. They darted their heads all about, searching the area for something subtle that was calling out to them, and the signal was getting stronger by the second. One of them swooped down and landed on the bench across from you. The other was quick to follow. With them now only a few feet away, you can see that these were not ordinary birds. Their green feathers were made of bristled plant fibers and their bodies and legs were tangles of the same material. These were orgasm harvesters.
 
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Collette

I looked up from my painting at the sudden movement. I smiled at the playful birds, watching them fly up and away. As they landed on the building, I turned to a new page in my large pad of paper. I figured I wouldn't have long to try and sketch the birds, so I had to be quick.

I gasped as the birds landed so close.

"Ah!" I jumped in my seat as I got a look at the Harvesters. I started to get up from the bench, I didn't want to be around when they found a woman. Then, I noticed, there still wasn't anyone around but me.

I grabbed at my pad, ready to get out of there quickly. "No, no no, they aren't here for you Collette, don't worry. You're not even old enough yet. Just walk away quickly." I reassured myself. My heart pounded as I readied to make my way back to my dorm room.
 
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The birds watch as you try to walk away. Their heads just follow your general direction, but then they take off and land right in front of you to block your path. They peer up at you, and you can see the exact moment their wandering, beady eyes lock with yours. The very moment they can sense you in the only way a harvester can sense a supple young woman. A harvester had never made eye contact with you before in your life. They would always act like you were completely invisible to them. The eye contact could only mean one thing: You were emanating. Once that happened, they were in control. They were quicker and more coordinated than you and they were systematically keeping themselves between you and the school.

The birds' beaks were dark and hard like walnuts, but sharpened to a point. Because no harvesters need to eat, the beak was not a mouth. It was specialized for a purpose very different than most birds' beaks. They were essentially a tiny pair of scissors. Once they had you backing away from them, they began to target your clothes. They would dive bomb you and slip their sharp beaks through the fabric, pulling individual strings off each time. One of them got a lucky hit and managed to sever the waist band of your skirt right at the left hip, meaning there was nothing holding it up. During all of this, however, you would be completely unaware that the harvesters were essentially herding you. The two of them worked in perfect sync to force you back, back, back, toward the forest cover. Anytime you tried to go to the side to get around them, they would be there to give you a peck of discouragement which would hurt for just a moment.

If you had taken the harvester education class, you would know that these birds were missing the iconic white-yellow orb that all harvesters had which they used to absorb the orgasmic energy. There was more to these birds' strategy than meets the eye...
 
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Collette

I heard screaming, so loud and close. Oh wait, that's me. I was so terrified of the look in the Harvester bird's eyes, I almost didn't feel my body for moment.

As the little birds dived at me I retreated back from them. I flinched and was surprised that, while they cut into my clothes they never cut my skin. I tried to run around them, but one of them stabbed me with it's beak. I dropped my large pad and tried to catch my skirt, but a little stab from a beak pushed me back again. I had to let it go. I could come back for my skirt once I got away from these things!

I finally stopped trying to run around them and back to my dorm, each time only caused me to get poked. I could try to loose them in the trees first. I turned away from them and ran, unthinking into the trees to try and lose them.
 
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You do exactly what they want you to do, but they still pester you. They continue to cut your clothing, little by little with their tiny, but perfectly precise, beaks. The bottoms of your shirt is in frays and constantly getting cut into smaller and smaller strips. As you rush into the trees, one of them manages to snip the hip band of your panties and they flutter to the ground, useless. It is not long at all before your bra is exposed and they are systematically cutting the straps until it can't even stay on your body. They leave your stockings along, however. After all, they don't cover what they consider to be your most important parts.

The two harvesters continue to chase you deeper and deeper into the woods. Once you were adequately exposed, they stopped pecking unless you strayed from the path they had you on. The fluster of feathers from the agitated birds eggs you on until you hear a wet squelch sound and feel something sticking to your leg, just above the ankle. Instantly the birds stop, and just land to watch you. Looking down, you see that a light tan starfish-like structure was attached to your leg and held onto you with the strength of a vice. It had a long tendril which ran through the underbrush of the woods until it is out of sight. It was like a long, thin tongue stretched through the forest toward you. The two birds simply watched you calmly. They had successfully guided you right into their trap.
 
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Collette

I started to cry, a little, the fear getting to me. My clothes, peice by piece, cut away by the birds. I was in just my stockings and shoes, and I thought I had finally lost them, but when I turned to look, they looked back at me still. I tried to duck around trees, but they kept poking me. So I pushed on covering myself with my hands, but I was no runner, and nearly out of breath. I could feel my heart beating, almost out of my chest.

I flinched and almost fell when I felt something grab my leg. I screamed and tried to pull away from the thing, but I could feel how tightly it gripped me. It was almost painful, if the thing hadn't also been soft, it probably would have been.

I seen the birds, and my eyes went wide. How smart are they? Had this been a trap.

"Someone! Anyone! Help!" Why hadn't I screamed that earlier...
 
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You are so deep in the forest, no one would be coming to help you. It is possible that someone could hear you, but they would know that you are just some girl getting used by harvesters. It happens everyday and it is illegal to help. They are obligated by law to simply wait for it to be finished. And that is only if someone can even hear you.

The first thing that happens after the tendril sucks onto your ankle is it begins to move. Just like the starfish it resembles, it slides millimeter by millimeter up your leg. Its suckers are so powerful, your fingers would never be able to pry the thing off. Meanwhile, the birds just watch you struggle...

The sucker travels up your leg, past your knee and your thigh. All the while, the tendril stretching off into the distance is growing taut. Finally it reaches its final destination on your body. It is securely attached to the soft flesh just an inch above your pussy. That is when you feel the first tug forward. This thing is acting like a leash at this point. With a strength you cannot resist, it is pulling you forward through the forest, undoubtedly toward a harvester looking for a meal. As a newly emanating girl, the signals you are giving off are stronger, as if your body is screaming to all of the harvests, "COME AND FUCK ME HARD!" All they're doing is accepting your invitation...
 
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Collette

There was that high pitched screaming again, but this time, I knew it was me. The fear induced tears continued, running down my face as I tried to dig my fingers under the strange thing crawling up my body. But it was no use.

It's first tug nearly pulled me off my feet, dragging my shoes through the dirt. My left shoe actually slipping off as I stumbled.

"No no no," I repeated as I tried desperately to resist the strong pulling of the Harvester. The suction on my skin felt so strange. Maybe if I hadn't shaved it couldn't have stuck to me? Maybe if I had taken that class I would have know what to do differently...

The whole time I was lost in my thoughts, blaming myself, it was dragging me through the forest.
 
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Although I was distracted, I did manage to hear several shrill screams from somewhere on campus. I wondered if the screams were a reaction to what was happening to me or if it was someone becoming a poor victim themselves. I'd probably been getting raped for roughly half an hour now, which meant I had close to half an hour to think about this whole Harvester situation, not counting the moments when I was cumming my brains out, because I couldn't think very clearly then, but I had to admit... before this harvester attack, I was pretty cocky. I didn't think the Harvesters were that big of a deal. I figured it'd be easy to escape from them, but ever since that little snake Harvester got me, I'd been experiencing more and more of what true helplessness felt like. Huh... "ever since," as if this had been happening for a long time. I couldn't really tell how long this had been going on for, to be honest, all I could be certain of was the present, and the present was grim.

I was down on my knees, crying out like a damsel as I defenselessly took it in both holes, all while staring down a gigantic Harvester. Whatever this thing was, it must've been attracted to all the energy I was giving off. It stood right in front of my tiny little self then stood on its back legs, probably some form of showing its dominance, but it was at that moment that I saw all of the parts of the creature. There, on its belly, was where all of the tools it could use to harvest a girl were at. My jaw dropped open, and then I quickly closed it as I realized the Harvester might want to use my mouth for its personal gain. I looked up, all the way up to the eyes of the creature and shook my head "No," hoping that it would see my gesture and for some reason stop, but it's black eyes stared, almost lifeless, back into mine. I suppose these creatures weren't technically considered "smart," they just had one objective and one objective only, which was to coax out orgasms from any emanating females, at least... those were the only Harvesters that I remember hearing about...

I was worried about all the tentacles and the… what were those? Fingers? That the harvest had on its belly. But then I saw something rise up from lower on its body. It brushed past my face and then rested on my head. I felt the need to spit after the thing grazed my cheek because I knew right then that it was its member. I wondered how many other girls' bodies the two smaller cocks that were currently assaulting my lower half had been in, but when I was faced with this new, enormous cock, I had to imagine that nobody had ever experienced it before. It was simply too massive to fit inside someone. It must only be used for show, intimidation, or maybe to stimulate girls with big penis fetishes. But, oh dear god, was I wrong. This creature grabbed me around the waist with its two giant fingers and started lifting me up. I had never imagined that something this big could be handling my body. It was basically like a giant from a fairy tale was plucking me off the ground after I tried to steal its golden goose's golden eggs. The giant Orgasm Harvester lifted me high, up to its belly, and then turned me around. I watched in horror as the other side of the campus came into view. Not only was I scared and embarrassed that other people could be watching me from inside the numerous buildings I forgot were even there, a hidden audience, but I was also mortified that I could no longer see what the Orgasm Harvester was doing. The big creature took its hand off of me, and I looked in shock as I realized its member alone was holding most of my weight. I slightly straddled it, not on purpose. I winced somewhat as I felt the other two, much smaller Harvesters get yanked out of me by the bigger one. I was surprised by how easily they went. Neither of them broke, none of them were hurt, it was simply as if they were obedient to the larger Harvester. They scrambled on the ground, turning around to look up at me like two hungry dogs, and I watched them somewhat curiously.

I think I was probably midway through forming a thought when I was suddenly reeled back, feeling my tiny pussy stretched wide around the Harvester's giant cock. I was most likely fully upside down now, but it was hard to tell for sure what my orientation was because my eyes were starting to do that thing where they rolled back again, and I felt as if I could pass out from the pleasure. (Why did my eyes do that?) Getting past the head of the monster's rod was the worst part. I literally thought I was going to rip in half this time. Everything down "there" was tingling and feeling prickly and also feeling euphoric and begging for this unnatural stretching to stop. I was confused, and I think my body was, too. The cock filled me all the way, leaving no room for anything, there wasn't even room enough for another cell in my body to be there. I could tell when I finally bottomed out because my actual, real-life bottom was touching down on the monster, and my legs were spread far across its large, wide body. Jeeze... even after the two smaller Harvesters were off me I was still forced to do the splits. What was this, some kind of fetish for the creatures? I tensed up and closed my eyes tight as my body had a singular little contraction, my pussy gripping hard around the Harvester's cock. "Oh. Dear. God. No." I thought. "Do not have an orgasm right now," I instructed my body. But I was so insanely horny.

All this stuff the harvesters pumped me with… it filled me to the brim and clouded my mind with lust, lewdness, and all the other sexy feelings I didn't want but had to have. My mind wandered once again to the "audience" fear. I pictured what I must have looked like to a bystander. My legs spread, my plump shiny ass visible, and my entire body filled with a bear-sized cock as I hung upside down like a rag doll, or I guess more like a sex doll. "Oh, no..." I closed my eyes as my body started feeling warm. My whole pussy started to convulse, and I realized I'd just accidentally pushed myself over the edge... with nothing but my own thoughts. My lower lips and inner walls were overflowing with ecstasy, however, my mind was filling with fear. "What would happen to me when my insides fully squeezed down on this huge thing?" was the thought. Thankfully, my worries and fears were washed away as the overwhelming orgasms hit me, each huge, coming in waves, and almost back-to-back, jamming up my thoughts. It turned out, it felt great to squeeze down on that thing...
 
RE: A World of Orgasm Harvesters

Chloe

The bear stalls when it feels you having a massive orgasm around its cock. You cannot see it, but its orb is glowing as it absorbs your energy. Normally the orb's glow is subtle, but your pussy is convulsing so hard, and your brain is releasing an equivalent amount, that the orb is shining as it sucks it all up. As the orgasm subsides, the huge beast lifts you off the shaft slightly and slams you back down, as if it is testing if it can siphon out a little more energy from you. Seeing that you are done cumming and need a good fucking to offer up more energy, it leans you backward and lifts your legs with its paws.

In a moment, you find yourself in a horribly lewd position. The three rings at the top of the chest open as your body fits perfectly into position. Without its cock leaving your pussy, your neck slides into the middle ring and the fingers close around your neck, holding you securely. Your legs and arms are lifted up until they are level with your head and they are secured as well. The left ring holds both your left ankle and left wrist, and your right limbs are likewise restrained. As the bear leans back on its haunches, you are held in the full nelson position and slowly, horribly, you feel the cock sliding out before pushing back in hard. The harvester has begun the real fucking now!

Collette

Just a few hundred feet away, you are slowly pulled through the forest. You know that something really unpleasant is waiting for you, but you could never imagine just what it will be like. The two birds flutter forward every few minutes when you move far enough away, following you closely.

Suddenly, the birds fly off into the forest ahead of you. Following them with your eyes, you see it. The body of the beast that is pulling you toward it. It looks like a mound of fleshy plant material, the iconic white-yellow orb clinging to the side opposite you. The tongue is extending from the very top of the plant, and it is surrounded by a circular lip. As silly as it sounds, the creature looked like a huge, green bundt pan, except the center was larger and taller in comparison to the outer ring. You see the two birds fly to its sides and fit back into molded slots, nearly vanishing from sight. You realize that they were just satellites, pieces of the harvester that could detach, find, and lure a girl toward the trap. All three were one organism working toward one goal.

As you get closer, a thick, pink rod extends up from the top of the mound into the air, right beside where the retracting tongue connected. In a few moments, the shaft was sticking up 8 inches. As you are pulled closer and closer to the thing, it is horribly obvious that the tongue retracting all the way would pull your pussy right down onto the upward-facing cock, and there was nothing you could do to stop the slow approach.
 
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Collette

It was probably stupid really, I was stuck and being dragged through the forest, I had other things to worry about than my modesty. But once being able to pull the soft thing stuck so close to my exposed womanhood proved useless, I put my hands back over my small breasts.

It felt like hours, my tears running down my face. I couldn't take in the beauty of the forest around me, I was too scared. I wanted to run, but the pull of this thing was so strong.

I flinched as the birds flew passed me, mocking me for falling into their trap.

I completely broke when I seen the harvester in is whole glory. I try to dig my foot and shoe into the dirt but it was no use and only ended up hurting my ankle, causing me to cry out in pain.

I could see how this was going to end very soon, and I screamed. I hadn't even had a real boyfriend before, I wasn't ready for this. And that extended pink rod was looking bigger and bigger by the moment. No way it was going to fit inside me. I started shaking in fear, and I closed my eyes as it that would make it all go away. But the tingling of that thing on my skin and the tugging were constant reminders that it was happening, and I was helpless to stop it.
 
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I was out of breath after cumming so many times, and even though I was still being stretched to my limit, I didn't have a single orgasm left in me, not right then, anyway. I felt drained of my physical energy, too. The Orgasm Harvester lifted me up and slammed me back down onto its base once it realized I had stopped cumming. I found that kind of rude, and even though I was exhausted, I found enough strength in me to take my fist and bang it against the belly of the beast with a thud. It did nothing. I sat speared on its cock in defeat. Then the bear-like harvester started moving.

I raised my head up to see what was going on. A surprised look formed on my face as the creature started lifting my legs and arms up high. This creature managed to fit me into its devices like clockwork, and before I knew it I found myself looking side to side and seeing my own two legs trapped up by my head. My arms were locked together with my legs, as well. I looked ahead of me in absolute embarrassment. I felt like a world of students must've been staring at me, and now my whole body was fully on display for them. How the hell did this Harvester develop such tactics? I tried to fight against the rings that held me, but I could only so much as wiggle slightly, and all that really did was make my ass and thighs jiggle for all to see. I could feel my face turning red with humiliation. Slowly, I felt the Harvester's shaft pulling out, and my insides were thankful for the relief, but it wasn't even fully out yet before the humongous shaft thrust back into me, all the way down as far as it could go, pushing on my cervix, my very back wall, threatening to break me. My body went limp as all I could feel was the satisfaction of my most primal needs, and I knew it wouldn't be long before an orgasm was drawn from me once again. How long would this go on? I thought, feeling my body bucking off the beast's stomach each time I got thrust into and being awfully exposed with my legs past my head in bindings.
 
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Collette

The retracting leash pulls you all the way to the lip of the harvester and continues pulling. Your body passes over the center of the perverted flower until you are suspended with your virgin hole directly above the thick and long shaft. This is the final moment of purity. The tongue pulls once again and your pussy lips separate with the head right on the threshold. One last pull and you fall downward, the cock penetrating and filling you completely! There's a moment of stillness where you have no choice but to do nothing but feel the alien fullness. But then... you feel something else, something intense. The cock slips downward and then pushes back up, slowly at first, but with ever increasing speed as you straddle the raping mound.

Chloe

Many would think that your worries about being seen were silly, but in reality there truly were students in the buildings watching, and you were giving them a show. Many turned away in disgust, but of course there were some students who couldn't help but watch, some out of curiosity, some out of concern, and some out of perversion. These last students filmed you with their cell phones...

Meanwhile, the bear picked up the pace. Every second you weren't cumming, you were not serving your purpose. Its tendrils held your head and limbs in place, but its paws squeezed your ass as it bounced you up and down on its cock.

As hard as it was to believe, things were about to get worse. The snakes were still waiting around you, and they sensed that it was safe to interfere with the rape now that the bear was in the full swing of thing. You suddenly feel the creatures lunge out at you once again. This time, they both latch onto your boobs. Their mouths exhibited a thick shaft that could rape your pussy, but now they showed their sucking abilities. Their tendrils wrapped around you as they teased your nipples with their tongues. These snakes were one more undocumented species of harvester, so there was no way to know that they were a viscous manipulator harvester. They had already subjected your poor clit to their chemical alterations, and now they set to work on improving your bust. There was nothing you could do to stop it.
 
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Collette

I held my eyes shut, but my tears still flowed freely. I felt myself pass over the lips of the huge dish the strangely shaped harvester had. It was a strange feeling, I was glad for my stockings, as I could only feel the strange fleshy but also plant like texture of the monster on my thighs, and not all the way down my leg. I felt my shoe get caught on the lip, and slip off. Now I was truly only in my stockings.

I felt myself dragged atop the central mass of the harvester. I tilted my head up, as the image of that pink long rod flashed behind my eyelids. I don't know why I thought looking up would change that, and sure enough it didn't.

I squeezed my chest with my arms, it wasn't really about trying to hide my tiny breasts from the harvester, now it was about trying not to shake. Somehow that was the worst part of this, that I couldn't stop my whole body trembling in fear. That feeling of helplessness, that thought that no one had heard me scream, that no one was going to even know I was gone...

I hadn't really made an impression on anyone yet, my whole first year here. I doubt anyone payed attention to that quiet girl who was always off on her own doodling. That girl who tried to sit in the back of each class and go as unnoticed as possible. I hadn't even been assigned a roommate yet in my dorm, half the room was just empty. Okay, I kept my paints on the other bed sometimes, but other than that is was ready for someone.

But it all lead to one, terrifying thought, that had me shaking, what if I just vanished. What if this harvester kept me, did they even do that? No one would even notice I was missing.

It's funny, really, how fast your mind can think when you are panicked. The fact that my legs where pushed apart as I was tugged down over the mound, snapped me back, out of my thoughts. The next tug, I felt the rod press against my virgin lower lips.

"Please no..." I said, didn't even yell it. Couldn't even if I wanted to, I couldn't get enough air in my lungs right now, with how quick and short my breaths came.

The last tug, that feeling is going to be with me forever. I felt the fleshy hard rod spear into me. It was coated in something, that made me tingle as it quickly filled my tiny pussy to what I could only describe as over full. There was a moment of pain, and I cried out, but whatever slimy fluid was covering that rod soothed the pain away almost instantly. So what started as a cry, ended as an unwelcome moan.

That soothing tingle touched my formerly virgin walls as they were stretched tight, and my body reacted without my permission. My walls gripped down on the invading cock, which only made sharp pings of unwanted pleasure shoot through my body. I hugged my chest tighter, I wanted to curl up and hide. But I could feel that fleshy suction pad still just above my sex, holding me down on this creature.

My legs tightened on the mound between them as I felt the shaft slipping down sending all new jolts of pleasure though me. I couldn't stop the moan from escaping my mouth. I didn't want this, it was wrong, why was my body trying to tell me it was good!

The pink rod started to pump into my tight, pink pussy, faster and faster. Each time bringing me more unwelcome pleasure. I finally stopped trying to squeeze my breasts into my body and just covered my face with both hands. I was at this things mercy, and my traitorous body was giving the creature was it wanted. I felt my own fluids now starting to flow, or at least I thought they where mine, it was hard to tell. I could just feel the slick liquid starting to run down my inner thighs and probably onto the creature, to be collected in that dish maybe?

I felt something inside me building, it was slightly familiar but stronger. And I tried to fight it down, but it was only a matter of time... This harvester was going to get a meal from me, it was just a matter of time. And that time was probably soon.
 
RE: A World of Orgasm Harvesters

Kaoru hummed as she heard from her earset the music bumping from her phone. She softly sang at the beat, her eyes closed as she let out a hum after hum. Knowing the monsters were out there she had to get to her home as fast as possible otherwise she would risk one of them seeing her walking which was not something she would want to do. Wearing a jacket with the logo of the martial arts school she was in on the back printed and a pair of jeans and a black shirt under the jacket she stopped as she noticed and heard clearly a scream through the music, a scream that was not part of that song.

Taking off her earset she looks around and sighed shaking her head and moving her hair back, “I must be hearing...” there it was again the same scream coming from the forest. “Fuck fuck fuck it must be... one of those things...” she thought for a second if she would go however another scream made it all too clear, if she could make a difference perhaps going there would be the best option. Taking a long deep breath she took out her phone and took a picture of the forest before sending it to her sensei, with the words, “I heard a scream, if in one hour I don't reply come get me” she sent the mail to her sensei and sighed beginning to run into the forest.

Moving inside the forest she felt shivers down her spine, goosebumps going all over her body, alerting her of something obviously wrong but she knew it. Either was a human doing something which she could handle easily or something worst, must worst and that was something she had no idea if she could handle. Turning on the phone she dialed her sensei's number and placed it on mute from his side. Perhaps he could hear what is going on and send backup if he hears Kaoru in trouble.

Slowly she looks around as she finally decided to let her presence known, “Hello!? Whoever you are you better leave her alone or I will kick your ass”. She looks around carrying her bag with the phone inside with her hands so she could drop it nearby in case something happened. She looks around and gulped something was not right, “Kaoru what the hell did you got yourself into this time”.
 
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