Thread: RapeWorld: Dealing with Orgasm Harvesters (NSFW)

Every day?! Every day. But you don't mean, every day, right? Even weekends? Sasha had a look of complete disbelief on her face. I rolled my eyes and took another sip of my coffee. It doesn't know what day of the week it is. Of course even weekends. 7am every morning. Four eggs shoved right into my womb. You'll never be able to sleep in again... You're gonna die in college! I rolled my eyes again. Too soon to be joking about it? I continued, ignoring her. At least once a week it sneaks an extra one in, too. Last Tuesday it laid six! Wasn't that just a fun day...? Last Tuesday? Wasn't that the first day of classes? I don't want to talk about it. Sasha leaned back in her chair and laughed loudly. I was the one sitting outside a coffee shop stark naked and she was attracting more attention between the two of us. I smiled to myself, watching her slowly rein herself back in and take a big swig of her tea. Speaking of classes, how's being the naked girl on campus? You know, I'm starting to get used to it. I took a look around the coffee shop and counted the people staring at my body. Three men and one girl. I hadn't even noticed their gazes until now. I turned back to Sasha and continued. I don't care when random strangers see me anymore. It's just when I'm meeting someone new or with people I know that I get embarrassed. And I've never gotten this many invitations to parties... Sasha fell into a fit of laughter once again. She was loving this a little too much. So that's what I've been doing wrong! I should just walk around naked and masturbate at random times. Hey, come on, you think I like having to masturbate four times a day? My idea of a good day is when the eggs pop while only a dozen people are watching me. And it always makes me produce a ton of harvester pheromones, so I get raped by one of them afterward more than half the time. So I guess starving the harvesters off is... No hope. Trust me, it is 100 impossible to resist. It's so hard to describe. I'm not even horny or aroused. It doesn't affect my mind at all. Well, it makes it hard to focus on anything, but it doesn't affect my judgement. I kind of wish it did so I wouldn't be so embarrassed every time. Fascinating... This is definitely what I'm going to write my thesis on next year. I wonder how big the field of harvester studies will be after you won that court case. Sasha snorted to herself. I still can't believe that, by the way. All it took to make it perfectly clear that we needed a better understanding of harvesters was a 20 year old hottie to drop her panties and show everyone how much she loves to cum. Hottie? I had never thought of myself like that. That compliment almost made up for the obscene description of how that day went down. It's been a month and I still have jerks on campus randomly tell me that footage is their favorite thing to masturbate to... People are disgusting. You're their wet dream! What an honor! Shut up! Aw, come on! Lighten up. You have more orgasms than anyone I know, but I still think you need to get laid. You have anyone in your sights? What? Of course not! I don't want to sleep around. Like I need that reputation too. I took another sip of my coffee. Quietly I added, Well... there's this one guy in my art class... But I don't know how I could get his attention... What?! You're naked all the time! Have you masturbated in that class yet? .....uh, yes... Trust me, you have his attention. Honestly, you're the only person in the world who could cum in front of a crowd and still think they're a wallflower. Sasha laughed to herself, but when she saw that I didn't move, she offered some advice. Tell you what. Next time you have to rub one out in that class, turn to him afterward and say, 'I bet you could make me cum even harder' and give him a wink. It was my turn to laugh uncontrollably. Nooooooo! I could never do that! I don't want to bed him, I want to date him! Well, I don't know, you're good with words, you make something up! Oh! I almost forgot to tell you. I was glad to change the subject. I decided I want to be a painter. I already changed my class schedule. Figured anything with an office job is pretty much- I stopped. An egg popped inside me. Already I could feel its effect. Aw... crap. What? Oh, did... did one...? Yeah... Don't you want to go to the restroom or something? There's never enough time. Listen, you should g-g-geeeet out of here in case a harvester is attracted. I'll take my chances. I want to see this process in action. I hunched forward, feeling the irresistible commands to masturbate and feed the harvesters. As I did every time, I tried to fight it, but already my hands were wandering downward. I summoned all my strength to stop and to my own surprise, I was able to. I sat up, looking at my hands. They were still trembling, but I was in control of them. This had never happened before. W-whoa... this is new. Sasha, I think- As soon as my eyes caught sight of Sasha, I froze. I couldn't look away from her bust. Oh no. Sasha, you have to run. This is different. What are you talking about? I reached a shaking hand across the table. I grabbed her boob and gave it a squeeze. Sasha was startled, but didn't push me away. She thought it was funny. Oh! Hello there, Emily. I thought you said it didn't make you horny, but you're awfully grabby. You should have run... I stood up and walked around to her. Sensing that something was wrong, she stood and took a few steps backward. I lunged at her and knocked her to the ground. As I pressed my body against hers, our breasts squeezing together, the harvester around my neck reacted to the fabric of her shirt against my breasts. A wave of energy shot out from the harvester. I was already naked, but it easily erased all of Sasha's clothes. A line of milk leaked out from between our breasts. Emily! Stop it! I'm sorry Sasha. I don't want to, but I can't not. No! Get off me! She stumbled backwards, trying to get out from under me. I let her crawl away, but I seized her hips before she got too far. I leaned down and gave her exposed pussy a kiss. Now all eyes in the coffee shop were on us. Emilyyyyyy! You have to fight it! I ran my tongue across her smooth skin and around her clit, hating the taste. I plunged it inside and licked the front wall of her insides as she kicked and screamed. I moved my lips upward and began to suckle on her nub as I moved two fingers in and out of her quickly dampening pussy. A moan met my ears. My other hand danced between my raised thighs. I felt terrible. I didn't want to rape Sasha, but I was not in control of my body. I closed my eyes and scrunched my face, trying to shut out what I was doing. The image of Sasha's expression of horror was burned into my mind. I felt my arms pulling her back and lifting one of her ankles so her toes were pointed to the sky. I scooted my own crotch forward and pressed it tightly against hers, interlocking our legs. Pleasure shot through my lower body and I powerlessly began to grind against her. After only a few seconds I climaxed and my pussy convulsed in pleasure and splattered her own intimacy in my altered fluids. Even so, I did not slow. Spurred on by the orgasm, I dug in harder and grinded more forcefully. I felt orgasm after orgasm pass through my body, cumming more and more pheromones on her hole. With one final thrust, I felt her own womanhood shudder and shake as well as we came together. I felt her wetness, even if it did pale in comparison to my own. Finally I was able to release her. I stood and looked down on her. She was panting with her tongue hanging out, completely ravaged. On the other hand, I had recovered quickly. I looked around the coffee shop. People were scared many had fled the shop. Someone had almost certainly called the police. Sasha's broken voice rose from my feet. I-I'll tell them it w-w-wasn't your fault. I-I'll make s-sure they don't a-a-arrest you. Thank you, Sasha, but you aren't done yet. Down the block there was a harvester headed right for us. It was the size of a small wolf with a disproportionately large cock hanging between its legs as it sprinted in our direction. Like most harvesters, it looked alien with no features on its face besides its soulless eyes. Still, I felt like I could understand its intentions just by looking it in the eye. I sat down at the table again. I didn't understand how that egg had made me rape Sasha instead of masturbate, but I did understand that my pussy had marked Sasha. It had coated her own opening in powerful harvester pheromone and made her an easy target for the approaching rapist. In this moment, I understood that I was the beginning of the next stage in orgasm harvesters' evolution. As I watched the harvester pounce on my friend and thrust into her, I picked up my cup and took another sip. Last edited Oct 14, 2019