Thread: RapeWorld: Dealing with Orgasm Harvesters (NSFW)

I stared at the big, wooden double doors, not wanting to think about what was on the other side. This was important. That's what I had said when my mom wanted to skip coming here and go to the hospital instead. This will determine the future of harvester research. I have to go. Besides, we know harvesters don't use humans to reproduce. I'm sure the eggs are just another tool to get orgasms. I so desperately wanted to believe I wasn't carrying harvester babies. I looked down at myself. I was wearing a plain looking dress with the chest, crotch, and rear cut out so the harvester around my neck wouldn't erase it. My private parts were clearly visible. This is the closest thing to formal wear I'll ever get to wear. My mom was still hanging to the hope that we could starve the parasite harvesters off me, but with the pheromones my vagina produced and the harvester around my waist now taking an active role in my rape, how could I ever go an extended period of time without cumming. Was my wedding dress going to have holes cut out for the guests to enjoy the bride's body? Would I ever even find a man willing to live with me in this state? We call to the stand, Emily Beckett. This was it. I placed a hand over my crotch and chest. I had learned the delicate balance between covering myself and not applying too much pressure to avoid lactation of my full breasts or stimulation of my overly sensitive pussy. The doors opened and I walked into the courtroom, feeling the eyes of every single person inside on my skin and having a belly full of harvester eggs. I tried to focus on the words of the attorney questioning me, but I kept thinking about how many people could see my body right now. I counted the cameras once again. Four. Four cameras broadcasting live on international television. This court case would determine whether it would be illegal to study harvesters. Is that right, Ms. Beckett? Oh... um... C-can you please repeat the question...? I'm... I'm sorry... I said ... that the actions of Dr. Willard, that is, the containment and study of orgasm harvesters, was the primary cause for the facility being destroyed, four women being raped, two men being trampled to death, and the rest of the research team being severely injured. Is that right, Ms. Beckett? Well... I... no I don't think so... You don't think so, Ms. Beckett? Sounds like you are unsure. I'm sorry, I- I shook my head, trying to focus. No, the harvester attack was not due to the research being done. How can you say that? You were among the rape victims. You have my sympathy, but you have to admit it would not have happened if the research team was never assembled. I closed my eyes and scrunched my face. I knew what I had to say next, as unpleasant as it was. No, my... my pussy has- The judge interrupted me as a murmur passed through the crowd. Please, Ms. Beckett. Refrain from using derogatory terms in this courtroom. I'm sorry. I... my vagina has been altered to attract harvesters. If I was locked away in any building, they would build and build until the same thing happened. Research being done in the same building was purely coincidental. What about now? Are you attracting harvesters as we speak? Yes... I imagine so. Is it not more reasonable to assume the harvesters evolved once again, fighting back against our attempts to stop them? Something shifted inside me, startling me and giving me a jump. I move the hand over my crotch to my stomach and felt the load inside my womb. It was smaller, as if one of the eggs had disappeared... or popped . My mind began to get clouded. I became aroused and started to get wet. Ms. Beckett, please answer the question. Hm? I... I don't... I blinked a couple times trying to clear my thoughts. I felt hot. So hot. I lowered my hand to my crotch, the moment I made contact feeling right . Ms. Beckett! I ignored the attorney. An itch was starting to rise in my crotch, a need for sexual release. I wanted nothing more than to stay modest and calm, but my body seemed unwilling to let that happen. I was not horny, but I needed to cum. No... No, it is not reasonable to assume-? No! I don't want to! The judge interrupted once again. Emily, get a hold of yourself. Calm down, no one here is your enemy. No one is forcing you to do anything you don't want to. That was not true. I fought against my hand as it lowered to my crotch. A finger slipped inside against my will and began to gently stroke my insides until I let go of my breasts and grabbed my wrist to physically pull my finger out. Another murmurer passed through the room as my breasts bounced free and the cameras captured it all. I tried to stifle a moan as I began whispering to myself. I don't want to cum, I don't want to cum, I don't want to cum. Please don't make me... But the need could not be refused. My body was shaking as I used every ounce of my strength to keep from touching myself. I looked up to the judge and begged, Help me... and then my defenses completely broke. I jumped up from my chair and turned around. I bent over leaned against the back of the chair, hiking my dress up over my waist and raising my ass for everyone to see. I was sobbing. I hated this. I didn't want to be doing this, but I couldn't stop myself. Tears rolled down my cheeks as my fingers spread my pussy open and plunged inside. Four fingers stroked inside while my thumb pressed hard into my clit. Ms. Beckett! Stop! I brought my other hand to my hanging breasts, cupping one and squeezing it. A torrent of milk poured out and splattered to the ground. It wasn't enough. I brought my breast up and stuck it in my mouth, sucking fiercely and spinning my tongue around my nipple, even as I cried. I gulped down my own milk, only faintly tasting it. I felt a splattering of cum on my hands as I had the orgasm my body demanded. I spread my pussy lips apart so I could squirt out toward the audience and give every one of them a sight inside me. As the orgasm subsided, I slumped into my chair. I was bright red with humiliation. My eyes passed from shocked members of the audience, to the attorneys and judge staring in disbelief, to the cameras still rolling and broadcasting to millions, to my mom's face. She just looked sad. I'm... I'm sorry.... That was all I could muster to say. The harvesters had done it. They had taken everything from me, and now they even took away the self-pleasure that Sasha had shown me. Those weren't eggs they planted in me they were masturbation bombs and I still had three waiting to go off. The harvesters clinging to my body happily feasted on my orgasmic energy. That was what they had manipulated my body to get, after all.