Thread: RapeWorld: Dealing with Orgasm Harvesters (NSFW)

RE RapeWorld Dealing with Orgasm Harvesters My mind was swirling with thoughts as I walked home. I grew up aware of the orgasm harvesters, of course, but I never really thought too much about how they would impact me when I became an adult. Suddenly, this all felt so real. I thought back to the first time I had seen one raping someone. Right in the middle of the sidewalk on my way to school. The time my mom had been taken and made to cum before my eyes during a day out. This was how the world worked, but it still felt like it was being thrust upon me all of a sudden. One thing the instructor had said rang in my ears. I would highly recommend any of you that are still virgins to engage in sexual activity. The thought of losing my virginity to one of those monsters certainly wasn't appealing. But... I didn't feel ready. I've never even had a boyfriend before how was I just supposed to lose my virginity just like that? I pulled at my short skirt uncomfortably. I loved wearing skirts, loved feeling flirty and feminine, but now it just felt like an immature part of my childhood. Made me feel exposed and insecure. Something caught my attention and I glanced behind me without slowing my pace. Once again, I was pulled out of my mind by one of those things. In fact, I think it was the same one from before. It was hovering behind me... following me...? I turned back and started walking quicker, my long red hair swaying with every step. I could still hear the buzzing sound behind me. My heart started to pound harder and harder as a sense of dread filled my whole body. Was I emanating? Already? I thought I still had a couple months! The harvester hit me in the back, like a toddler trying to brute force a solution to its problem by simply hitting it. That was all I could take. I broke into a sprint, tears welling in my eyes. I ran the last few blocks to my house without looking back. I threw myself against my front door and pulled on the doorknob. Nothing happened. Desperately, I clawed and scraped at the knob as hope drained out of me. Mom was supposed to be back by the time the class was let out! Why wasn't she home yet?! I turned back around and jumped. I was face to face with the harvester again. It flew up to my stomach and I could see the soft pulsing of its yellow sphere. Thoughts filled my head of slamming my fists down on the soft tissue, crushing it to pulp, and destroying my pursuer while taking all my anger and confusion out on the mindless bug. With those thoughts came the reassurance that acid would splash on me and melt my hands away. The dangling member scrapped ineffectually at the rim of my skirt. I pushed it away, but it persistently returned after only a moment, running the dark green cock across my shirt over and over in an attempt to slip it under my skirt. I could hear the instructor's words, They are very good at getting the orgasms they need. Someday, one is going to use your body. I looked about desperately, hoping to see something, anything. Anyone that could help me. Then I felt the thick rod gain entrance and slide inside the fabric that protected me. It curled instinctively upward and hugged my crotch, trying to poke inside me. If I hadn't been wearing panties, it would have penetrated me before I realized it. I exploded, pulling it up out of my skirt with a force I was only worried about being excessive in hindsight, pushing it away and rushing off my porch to the side of my house. I leapt at the side fence and clumsily pulled myself up and over. I dropped down into our backyard, landing on my feet, but immediately losing my footing as the ground rose up unnaturally. I tumbled to the grass, landing on my back as an unseen, lumbering orgasm harvester rose up before me.