Thread: RapeWorld: Dealing with Orgasm Harvesters (NSFW)

RE RapeWorld Dealing with Orgasm Harvesters I stood just inside the doors of the school, watching my mom walking in my direction. After what had happened yesterday, I refused to walk home again. She looked a lot like me, but her long red hair had faded until it was nearly brown. She had a sundress on and I momentarily considered how confident I had been wearing dresses and skirts just two days ago. I looked down at my jeans before pushing through the doors. A few other girls from the class passed me and offered their shallow encouragement. It'll be okay. Yeah, don't worry about it. It's normal. I faked a smile for them, but couldn't muster anything to say in response. They weren't emanating yet how could they possibly understand? I walked right past my mother, heading straight for the car. She hesitated, but then turned to follow me. How was it, sweetie? Feel better about dealing with orgasm harvesters now? I- yes, I guess. Let's just go home. We had only taken a few steps when I heard a buzzing sound. Panicked, I scanned my surroundings. There was a swarm of insects headed our way. I took a few disorganized steps back toward the school doors, but the cloud of bugs were on us in an instant. I flailed my arms wildly, trying to swat them away. My mom, on the other hand, calmly covered her face with her arms and let them pass. As soon as we were in the clear again, I immediately knew something was wrong. I heard my mom's frazzled words at the same moment I felt movement inside my panties. Dammit, not another clit hugger! I hate those little things! I peaked inside the waist of my jeans and saw one of the insects had attached itself to my nub. It was hardly bigger than a thimble, but its yellow sphere had the diameter of a quarter. It was gently sucking on me. Already I could feel myself getting aroused involuntarily. I glanced up and saw the two girls that had just passed me. They were near enough that the cloud had consumed them as well, but it was clear from how they casually scanned the length of their young legs that they didn't have unwelcome passengers. One of them let out a unassuming Huh. and the two of them were on their way without a care in the world. I hated them. As I sat in the passenger seat of mom's small car, my attention was caught by her hiking up her sundress over her waist and sliding her panties off. I averted my gaze immediately, but I had caught a glimpse of the bug sucking away at her clit too. Mom! What are you doing?! I just washed this dress, I'm not going to soil it again just because of this damn bug. You should do the same, Emily. Ew! No way! As Mom pulled out of the school parking lot, I reached down into my pants to try and pull it off me. It was hard to get a grip on its slick, tiny body, but I found it was firmly attached. I was about to try more force when my mom leaned over and swatted my hand. Emily, no! You can't do that! You'll hurt yourself! Come on! I can pull it off! NO! You'll pop it! It's dangerous! She forcefully pulled my hand away from my crotch. The bug was starting to get to me. My pussy was flush red and tingling. I don't want to cum in the car next to my mom! I angrily looked over at her, but I saw that she was sweating. Her breathing was starting to get labored. Without even thinking, my gaze dipped to her exposed crotch. The bug was pulsing as it suckled her. A moment later, I saw her flesh convulse and a tiny spritz of cum escaped her folds as a light moan met my ears. I only had a moment to feel awkward that I just watched my mom orgasm when I felt the unmistakable sensation of my own genitals falling over the edge. No turning back now. No! I- uuuuhggghh... uuuuggghh. I don't want to cum! A stain of wetness was now poking through the crotch of my jeans. I tried not to think about it, but I caught my mom's gaze as she noticed. Clit huggers usually only hang on about half an hour... You know, if you really don't want to cum, you might want to take those wet panties off... Shut up, Mom! I crossed my arms in a huff, but I knew she was right. I could already feel the wet fabric clinging to my skin, digging in and pushing me quickly toward my second orgasm. Emily, sweetie, I kn-know it's hard, but you caaaaahhan't go kicking and screeeeEEeaaming into the worrrrld. I was in no mood to talk about it, especially with her pleasure moans dripping off every word. I simply turned away from her, looked out the window, and focused my attention on the futile task of stopping the orgasm already rising in my nethers. We sat in silence for a few more minutes until orgasmic sounds came once again from the other side of the car. I could see the car swerve slightly as my mom came harder. When her breathing slowed, she spoke once again I don't know how to tell you this, honey, but while you were in school the harvester that raped you yesterday came back... I- I think it was waiting for you.