Thread: RapeWorld: Dealing with Orgasm Harvesters (NSFW)

RE RapeWorld Dealing with Orgasm Harvesters The world whipped by me as the horrible creature carried me on its back. The combination of the adrenaline and the forceful movement and jostling of the ride made me cum almost immediately. As my body convulsed and pleasure took over, I lost all control. I had never felt so powerless before. With my legs held against the backs of the monster's, I was forced to move with its stride, as if I was walking myself. Even if the cock had been perfectly still, the grinding of my hips as my legs moved back and forth would have been more than enough to give me a series of explosive orgasms, but with the thrusting rod slamming into my cervix with every bound, my vision blurred from the pleasure being pumped out of my disobedient nethers. The beast jumped from yard to yard, clearing the fences and shrubs with ease. Then it leapt over a thick line of hedges and landed on a busy sidewalk. Startled people scattered in all directions, but the harvester didn't miss a beat. It ran into the street and turned to run down the center of the road, my pussy still bursting and raining my cum down on the pavement. I felt humiliated. People could see me and there was nothing I could do to cover myself. My spread legs meant my hindquarters were practically presented to anyone who could catch a glimpse as I whirred by. Cars pulled over as the monster barreled down the street. I wanted to call out for help, but only pleasure moans escaped my lips. The three internal mouthes were suckling my breasts and clit once again, but now I was capable of lactation. Unfamiliar sensations of having my milk sucked out swirled around my mind and added to my arousal. I never thought I could cum that hard, but the rough sucking of my sensitive nipples ensured I didn't have more than a few minutes to rest in between each orgasm. Then I realized something. Through this whole horrible experience, I was feeling a warm, wet splashing inside me. It was certainly pumping me full of the fake cum, but the consistency was too thin. It flowed out of me like water. I barely managed to tilt my head behind me and I saw the white fluid splattering out of my bouncing rear end. It was milk. I closed my eye in disgust and came again at the thought of my own breast milk flowing into my most intimate hole. It shouldn't have been a surprise. These creatures live off orgasmic energy, not physical matter it had no use of my milk. Milking me only served the purpose of making my orgasms that much more intense, and it had to dispose of the fluid somehow. The harvester took another turn and between convulsions I began to wonder where it was taking me. I initially thought it was just mindlessly leading me away to a safe location to rape me, but it was soon clear that it had a destination. One more turn and we were shooting down a road by the edge of town I didn't recognize, running adjacent to a forest. After a few more minutes, the creature veered off into the brush without slowing its pace. It led me deep into the forest and then all of a sudden plunged down a hidden tunnel into the underground. Finally, the cock let me rest and slid out. The collected cum and milk sloshed out of me and was absorbed by the soil. I was brought as an unwilling visitor down, down, down through the complicated twists and turns of the underground tunnels, only illuminated by the glowing sphere attached to the beast. The light reminded me that it was feasting off my energy just moments before... I was brought into a large chamber with a fleshy, green substance on the walls. Several hanging harvester sphere sprouted from the ceiling, helping me see. On the opposite wall, there was a mass of plant tissue. It looked like a willow tree made of green flesh, the hanging branches punctuated by gnarled knuckles and fingertips. My ride turned around to face away from it and spread its hind legs as far as possible, forcing me to spread my legs as well. My pussy was wide open and perfectly accessible. A hanging branch stirred, rising up with a mind of its own. Its imprecise movements traced the rim of my womanhood with the end of its limb, then slid inside to explore my insides. I barely found the strength to protest. I quietly whispered to myself, N-no... no... no nooooo It pulled out of me and more of its disorganized branches moved over my body and brought a writhing ball of tendrils with another sphere to the junction of my legs. It was pressed close and I could feel it moving around inside me. I was confused. It wasn't terribly stimulating. It was unimaginably disgusting and violating, but not arousing. I wasn't even close to cumming from this treatment. But if it wasn't trying to harvest orgasms from me, what else could it possibly want? The sphere attached to the mass deflated . I felt a hot liquid pour inside me. My mind swam and I was certain I was being filled with acid and melting from the inside, but that worry passed quickly. I knew it had to be contained in my womb, but it felt like it was seeping into every corner of my body, the heat filling my toes, fingers, and out the top of my head. I just sat like that for a long time, my insides feeling like they were in constant motion. Then, the jaguar-like harvester tilted its back downward so the mystery fluid drained out of me and it was off again, rushing back out of the tunnels into the light of day. It took me back to the road, plopped me out, and it was gone. With the last of my strength, I managed to barely get my legs under me. I stumbled along the road for a few yards, then passed out cold on the pavement.