Thread: RapeWorld: Dealing with Orgasm Harvesters (NSFW)

RE RapeWorld Dealing with Orgasm Harvesters I heard the sound of running water. Our bathroom shared a wall with my bedroom and the sound of the shower easily passed through to my ears. I sat up on my bed sharply. How long had I been lying there crying? I peeled myself off the sheets and looked out my open bedroom door into the hallway. There was a dotted trail of white cum staining the carpet just outside the bathroom door. I took a moment to pull my still cum stained jeans off and walked down the corridor in my panties. Like breadcrumbs, my mother's underwear and balled up sundress littered the floor along the path of cum. In my mind I could see her dragging herself through the house, naked and broken with cum leaking out of her womanhood, letting her clothes fall where they may as she sought out the comfort of the shower. I followed the trail of filth with my eyes through the hallway, into the living room, and right up to the open front door ! I jumped, terrified that the threshold to the outside was precariously ajar. I rushed forward and, taking only a moment to scan the outside, slammed the door closed and deadbolted it. There was no sign of the hideous thing outside. Had it finally wandered off? Or...? I turned around and slumped against the door. Had it slipped inside the safety of my home? I was suddenly very aware of how exposed I was. Sitting in my living room with only the thin fabric of my panties protecting me. I looked down and- Dammit! I jumped up off the floor, desperately trying to swipe the white harvester cum off my rear end. I still had a glob staining the soft flesh of my butt, but I froze when I heard a clatter coming from inside my home. My heart was pounding once again and every second that passed felt like the harvester would descend on me from an unseen hiding place. I panicked and rushed to the back door, sliding the glass open and jumping back into my backyard where I had my first encounter with the monster. Instantly, I knew I wasn't alone. How could I have made such a stupid mistake? All in an instant I realized the clattering must have been my mom in the shower and that I had just given up my safety to jump right in front of my nightmare wearing nothing but my panties, all because I was afraid. Time seemed to stand still. I felt its huge presence behind me and my mom's words filled my mind. They only win if you live in fear of them. I ran. I felt that my panties were caught in its grasp, but I just kept trying to move away from it. The fabric tore off my body, freeing me, but also leaving me bottomless. I just made it back through the sliding glass door when the beast was on top of me, knocking me to the floor. No! I screamed in protest and writhed under its weight. I managed to turn over to my back and for a moment I was shocked to be staring into its dead eyes. I punched against its body, feeling disgusted every time I felt its gross skin against my knuckles. It was not accomplishing anything. I kicked up against it, which seemed to stagger it momentarily. I took the opportunity to crawl out from under it and stumble to my hands and knees just as it pinned my foot with its paws. Without even thinking, I kicked it in the head as hard as I could with my other foot. A part of its plant-like structure caved in, coating my shoe with sizzling acid. I kicked my melting shoe off and ran for my room. The harvester collided with my bedroom door as I was closing it. I pressed all my weight against it, trying desperate to get the door shut as the monster rammed the other side again and again. Please! Please no! Leave me alone! One final smash and the door flew open, throwing me to floor. It was on top of me in an instant, sucking me into its back like before and locking me in place. As the familiar cock forced its way into my accessible pussy, the beast turned a 180 in a single hop. I saw my mom peeking out of the bathroom door with a sorrowful look on her face. With cat-like acrobatics, the harvester danced around the cluttered mess of our living room, out the glass sliding door, and bounded over the fence surrounding our backyard.