Thread: RapeWorld: Dealing with Orgasm Harvesters (NSFW)

RE RapeWorld Dealing with Orgasm Harvesters I can barely remember what happened next. It was loud, both because everyone was yelling at once, but also... I could hear them outside the lab. It sounded like a floodgate had opened and horrible chirping, roaring, slamming, and scurrying filled the air, getting closer and closer every second. I couldn't move my arm. I looked over and saw that a metal handcuff was locked around my wrist and securing me to the railing on an examination table. Willard held the key. I'm doing this so the you and Sasha can get out of here! It's her they want! Goddammit, Willard, you unlock my daughter this second or I'm going to rip your head off! There isn't time for this, I'm giving you a way out! They'll tear her arm off, you monster! Unlock it now! I could hear the door to the laboratory being pounded. They were just outside now. A crack formed in the wood and I could see a mess of claws and tendrils scraping at the opening, trying to push through. The door would be splinters in seconds. I tugged against the handcuff, just starting to recognize the implications of it. A blur of motion caught my eye as Sasha leapt across the table and struck him across the face with a powerful and unhesitant hook. As he fell to the floor, the door broke off its hinges and the harvesters exploded into the room. I heard my mother scream. I saw a flash of desperate hands as Sasha retrieved the key from Willard's unconscious body. My mom was enveloped by the mob of green flesh. Sasha hunched over the handcuffs, trying to fit the key in the tiny hole before time ran out, harvester limbs already sliding around her legs. The handcuff popped open at the same moment she was dragged away and lost among the ranks of the harvester army. Then a moment later, the harvesters hit me like a tsunami. I was thrown around as an unorganized mess of limbs tried to grip me and pull me in different directions. I could feel them trying to gain access to my genitals. I tried pushing them away, but there was always five more eager harvesters to take the place of any one I managed to stop. A small harvester about the size of dog managed to slid on top of me and pressed its cock against my opening. Only its head slid inside as it tried to get better leverage against my weak attempts to shove it off. Mild pleasure began to rise in me. I heard the sound of shattering glass. My eyes barely caught sight of the holding cell breaking open and the laboratory's prisoner leaping out. In a few powerful strives it stepped over the swarm of harvesters straight toward me. Its left foot came down hard on the harvester at my crotch and its tendril-like toes gripped the harvester's head. With one powerful motion, it threw the harvester away from me and brought its leg down on my stomach, gripping me and lifting me off the ground. I screamed as it took a few steps out of the thick of harvesters, stepping on my body each time. Then it threw me to the ground and turned me over. I tried to crawl away from it, but I felt it press its weight on my right ankle, pinning me with one of its massive feet. It slid its other leg under my left leg and lift it up so my knee was on its shoulder and the junction of my legs formed a 90 degree angle. I desperately tried to lift my leg off its shoulder, but its tendrils had wrapped around me. It leaned in close, pushing the angle of my legs more and more obtuse and bringing its drill to my pussy. No! NO! Let me go! I could barely hear myself over the loud roar of the room. The beast thrusted and I felt my pussy lips forced apart. My body obediently began to drip with pleasure. Already I felt like I was on the edge of climax. I hated the alterations made to me more than ever. Then the drill rotated inside me 360 degrees. I clenched my teeth and closed my eyes, but it was no use. The grooves spinning against my insides was indescribable and I knew I would cum from it. Hhhnnnnggghh! UUUUUUUGGGGHHHH! Ugggh! UUGggh! It was like a juicer digging into my pussy. Once I felt my body beginning to convulse and twitch as I worked the orgasm out, the drill began its full assault. It was spinning quickly, pushing my flesh aside and digging in deeper and deeper. A flap grew over the front of my crotch and I soon felt a force pinching the front of my pussy between the drill and the flap, forcing my g-spot to take the brunt of the drill. I was still cumming from my first orgasm, but this powerful sensation made a new orgasm begin, the two climaxes overlapping. My whole body began to shake with unwanted pleasure. All around me, harvesters aimed their spheres in my direction to catch the orgasmic energy I was bursting with. It was the best meal any of them would ever have. I thought I would pass out from the overwhelming stimulation, but I was still aware as I felt something grip my chin and lift my head. I couldn't think straight, so my mouth hung open allowing a new harvester whose shape I couldn't parse to shove its cock in my mouth and begin thrusting. I tasted its cum after a second and gulped it down mindlessly. Only a moment later, I felt my soft ass spread and another hard member press forcefully against my puckered rear entrance. There was nothing I could do and they plopped inside, making me feel fuller than ever before. There was no pain. The aphrodisiac cum made sure of that. The sensation of being triply penetrated translated wholly into pleasure coursing through every tissue of my body. I came again and again and again. My cum splattered everywhere as my breasts pumped milk out non-stop. My refractory period was completely gone and my modified pussy made sure that each orgasm was just as intense as the first. I was vaguely aware of shifting, like the harvesters were shifting. Taking turns ravaging me? Through the sea of green plant fiber, pink flesh stuck out. It was Sasha, completely naked and taking a cock in her pussy and mouth while a third rubbed between her generous bust. It almost looked weird to me for no milk to be leaking out of her. I was... moving closer to her? I shook my head, trying to get my baring on the world around me. There wasn't anything inside me and... there was a long tentacle wrapped around my waist, pulling me along. All the harvesters were blending together into a single writhing mass so I did not notice a single massive harvester in the center of the lab. From what I could tell, it looked like a wall of harvester flesh and had tentacles sprawling out in all directions. I was flung against Sasha's body and I quickly realized she was ensnared by it as well. I hugged her tightly, treasuring the friendly touch, but it only lasted for a moment. The tentacles wrapped all around us and pealed my limps off of Sasha. I caught her expression as we were tilted away from each other. She was completely lost in pleasure. Sasha and my legs intertwined and we were shoved together, our pussies pressing together. It was using the other's body to give each of us orgasms. We began to bounce against each other. A small harvester swung from my hips like they were monkey bars, aligning its cock up against my ass and shoving itself inside my second opening. I had completely lost track of my orgasms by now, but I remember the first orgasm I had from grinding against Sasha's womanhood. It felt like a particularly nasty violation because I never once thought of another girl in a sexual way. I would never consider going to bed with a girl, even Sasha who had unlocked consensual sexuality for me. Through the chaos, I managed to notice my juices splattering across her smooth skin. Over the next few minutes I had no choice but to grind against her and I felt her sensitive flesh convulse in an orgasm in between my own. Then we were spun around and I found my face inches from her trembling pussy as she was placed on top of me. The resolve that I would not touch her with my lips flashed across my mind as our bodies pressed together and her lower lips aligned perfectly with my open mouth. I felt her mouth on my womanhood as well. There was nothing I could do to get her off of my mouth, but I still refused to pleasure her one bit. That apparently didn't matter because I felt her cum and my mouth filled with a tiny amount of her ejaculate. After all, I was cumming into her mouth as well, although I was producing much more cum for her to feast unwillingly on. Begrudgingly, I swallowed her juices. I wanted nothing more than to slip into the comfort of unconsciousness, but it never happened. I was forced to experience everything as the unending orgasms washed over me, the hours dragging by slowly as the orgy pressed on and on. I couldn't even enjoy the luxury of my orgasms losing their sting. Still my pussy insisted that it was vital for every convulsion, every squirt and spasm, be as pleasurable as possible. Harvesters violated and stimulated me in an unlimited number of combinations.