Thread: RapeWorld: Dealing with Orgasm Harvesters (NSFW)

RE RapeWorld Dealing with Orgasm Harvesters I stood in front of the plain, brown office door, my hand hesitating on the knob. I looked... ridiculous. My mother and I had spent the rest of the previous day experimenting with the limits of the clothes-erasing harvester around my neck. We started by trying on some socks and nothing happened. Shoes and a hat? It didn't seem to care. Slip on a belt and still nothing. Press a lactation pad against my leaking nipple? A wave of energy and the entire silly ensemble vanished off my body. It only seemed to care if I covered up my genitals, butt, or chest. I could be wearing body armor around my legs, arms, and tummy and it would be perfectly happy, but lay a band aid across my slit and it would throw a fit and demand the removal of the offending piece of modesty. I looked down at my clothes. I had black thigh-highs pulled up above my knees and a light green scarf wrapped around my neck hiding my stowaway. Mom had gone home to get some of my belongings to make my stay more comfortable, and she had surprised me by bringing one of her lingerie back. It covered my stomach and the small of my back, but supported and framed my DD breasts in all their glory. I was worried that it only made me stick out more, but any bit of skin I could get away with covering was a victory. Still, wearing my mother's lingerie felt weird... I repeated to myself, They only win if you live in fear of them... This isn't exactly what Mom had meant when she said that. I undid the door's latch, placed one arm across my breasts and the other in front of my womanhood, nudged the door open with my foot, and stepped out into the laboratory's hallway, trying to look confident. I put one foot in front of the other and held my head high. I passed two or three people in the hallway that gave me funny looks, but I didn't give them the satisfaction of meeting their gaze, although I did try to imagine that not a single one of them turned to admire my uncovered rear end as I walked away. I exhaled sharply as I felt some of my milk squeeze out and run down the round of my breast to be absorbed by the lingerie. 'I'm holding my boobs too hard' I thought to myself and tried to lessen my grip. Ah, Emily. Good to see you... uh, clothed? Kind of? Dr. Willard met me in the hall. His gaze traveled down my body. I rolled my eyes and instinctively squeezed my breasts tighter in a defensive stance. Oh, uh, do you need a...? He handed a handkerchief out to me. I was bright red when I looked down and saw even more of my milk rolling down my skin. N-no. I can't, it's fabric and I... I had discovered that the hard way the night before when I showered. Drying myself off had made the towel vanish. I ended up having to shake myself dry like a dog, much to the unappreciated amusement of my mom. Oh, of course. I'm sorry. In fact, let's head to the lab and get out of sight. Willard's lab was small and cramped. A counter top coated in microscopes, test tubes, and miscellaneous equipment ran the circumference of the room. I lay on my back with my legs resting in two stirrups that had been screwed to the side of a metal table. Willard's stout lab assistant, whom he disaffectionately referred to simply as 'Gary', move in close to examine my vagina. I was not happy about any of this. Aren't there any female doctors that can do this...? And where are those metal clothes you promised me? Gary stopped, but didn't take his eyes of my hairless womanhood. He was enjoying this a little too much. I huffed at his, but he didn't notice. Willard smacked him over the back of his head as he spoke. Listen Emily, I think you might have gotten the wrong idea. Orgasm harvester research is... not a very popular field. No one likes the idea of messing about with those things, so the government barely funds us. We've got 11 people on staff and two of them are female. So!? Get one of them in here to do this! Ignoring me, Willard coldly said, Gary, continue. I laid my head down on the uncomfortable table, murmuring under my breath. Gary poked a probe inside and pulled my lip to the side. Instantly, intense pleasure shot through my entire body. I sat up sharply. Uugh! Wh-what are you-!? Hey! S-stop it! I pushed him away and tried to cradle my throbbing pussy, but I was already put on edge from the intrusion. How was I feeling this way? He barely touched me! I held my crotch tight, trying to suppress my intense arousal. My heart was beating faster and faster and I just couldn't calm down. No, no, no, n-AAAAUUuuuggh! I exploded. I bucked my hips as the unwanted orgasm hit me hard. With a convulsion of my delicate folds, I felt my hands get soaked with my own cum. I tried to bring my legs together, but I didn't have the strength or leverage in this moment to lift my legs up and out of the stirrups. NAAAGH! UUUGGGHH!!! D-don't loooook at meee! I felt another convulsion pass through me and I squirted harder, this time the liquid seeping through my fingers and splattering across Gary's face. With horror, I realized that I was spraying milk into the air as well. It was raining down all around me, drops landing on my stomach, shoulders, face, and hair. Slowly the orgasm passed and I closed my eyes in embarrassment. Cum leaked out of my still-twitching pussy, my back and hair was soaked by the puddle of milk, and I was breathing hard. A faint glow shone through my scarf as the harvester enjoyed a free meal. Gary and Willard were shocked. A few seconds passed and then the lab assistant broke the silence. Awesome. I wanted to kick him. Without missing a beat, Willard walked over to a phone on the wall and picked it up. Go get Sasha and tell her she's switching with Gary in lab 103. He put the phone down and walked back over to us. What did you do, Gary?! Nothing, I swear! I just opened her. Well you had to do something! They argued for a few minutes while I tried to catch my breath and pretend I wasn't still on full display here. Finally, with a sigh, Willard turned to me and seemed to lose his formality for a moment as he declared, Emily... I think you might have the most sensitive pussy in existence.