Thread: RapeWorld: Dealing with Orgasm Harvesters (NSFW)

RE RapeWorld Dealing with Orgasm Harvesters I lay completely naked in my bed, my mom close behind me, running her hands through my hair. I felt so safe with her. Even though she still had to leave for work every day, I felt closer to her than ever before. It was the highlight of my day when she returned to spend the evening and night with me at the facility. I wish I could have had some clothing on as we cuddled, but that couldn't be helped. I had gotten a lot more comfortable in the nude these past three days at the facility. I had taken the opportunity to explore the building, I had learned the names of all the researchers, and I had made a name for myself. I was the girl that was always nearly naked, after all. Sometimes I would forego the effort of partially covering myself and would actually walk about naked. I had also introduced myself to the other girl on staff. She was named Susie and she was about to celebrate her 45th birthday. It had been two years since a harvester had its way with Susie. Around 40, the energy given off starts to lessen little by little until you are undetectable by orgasm harvesters once again. I couldn't wait until that happened to me! What a horrible thing to want, Emily. You should enjoy your youth! You only get to be young once after all. I'd love to enjoy it, but harvesters don't let me. What about me? What about Sasha? We're not immune to harvesters and we still manage. Sasha. I thought back to the intimate time we had spent together. It had felt amazing, but something was bothering me. Mom... when you are, uh, intimate with someone? Intimate. You mean...? Yeah. Lingerie and all that... It was still weird for me to think of her as owning sexy underwear. Does it... remind you? Of harvesters? No, of course not! And it won't for you either! One is passion, the other is work. They are completely different. All I could think of when I was cumming with Sasha was how my body was like this because of the harvesters. It didn't belong to me and I had no control over it. Even now in this safe moment I could feel my milk ducts ready to stain the sheets if I didn't move carefully. ...But with this manufactured body- Who cares? It's your body. You think I'm going to get all mopey because I leak milk now? The biggest way this has impacted my life is I discovered my boyfriend has a lactation fetish. Okay, one Ew! And two It's not the same thing! Of course it's not the same thing. Everyone's body is different. You have just as little choice whether it was given to you by god above or monsters below. I just wish I didn't feel like such a freak. You remember how I said you were conceived? This was a surprising turn in the conversation. I did remember. A harvester had just finished with her and the first guy to find her partook of her as well. The bastard rotted in prison for a few years after trying to claim the harvester had knocked her up. Um... Mm-hm...? I'm 36, Emily. So? You're turning 20 in October. Ever do the math? Wait, you were 16 when you started emanating?! That's right. Only eight months shy of the youngest girl ever. And I felt like such a freak! That would make me feel better if I could stop thinking how they just want me to be a more powerful battery for them... I shuddered. Did you know the male brain is able to absorb orgasmic energy too? It's true, just not nearly as well as harvesters. That's the connection you feel after making love. You're a special girl, Emily, and this only makes you more special. I let out a sigh and closed my eyes. I didn't know what to think about any of this. We sat like that in silence for a long time as she gently stroked my shoulder. I heard the door open. I sat up and crossed my legs to better hide myself, but I didn't bother covering my chest from Dr. Willard. You haven't been masturbating, have you? My mom responded before I had a chance. Hey! Come on! S-sorry. It's just that I'm surprised that thing hasn't starved to death yet. Out of all the parasite harvesters we've studied, none could last more than 36 hours on their host. I actually had been frequently tempted to masturbate to relieve some of the stress, but I had held firm to the hope of getting this stupid thing off me. I so desperately wanted to cover myself up again. That was a privilege I didn't realize could be taken away. Anyway, we've discovered something you should see. In a few minutes the three of us were walking down the hallway. What is it? Those fluids we recovered from you. We've identified what they are. The alteration fluid was fairly straightforward. We don't understand how it works, of course, but... Well, the second fluid was a little trickier to figure out. Willard turned and unlocked a door. This was the one lab I hadn't been in yet. We entered and my eyes widened. I was vaguely away of my mother's voice. What the hell is this, Willard?! Across the room from us, there were four scientists, including Sasha. They were standing in front of a thick glass wall that separated the lab from a small holding cell. Inside was an orgasm harvester.