<b>RE: A World of Orgasm Harvesters</b><br/><br/>Chloe was hardly capable of intelligent thought as her body craved that orgasm; one quick glance at the goop on her hands and she assumed it was simply another form of aphrodisiac. She squirmed in response to the way the substance made her lower region tingle and throb, but she thought it must have just been a natural reaction to such a high level of stimulation. Chloe's body went limp and fell forward after her first climax. Her knees pressed against the ground, causing her legs to spread further, and her ass to artlessly rise into the air. Chloe slowly started to regain the ability to think clearly, and the first thought that came to mind was whether or not she was okay. She realized she was face-down in the grass, and her arms were stuck directly underneath her body, still outstretched from when she was masturbating. She lifted her head so that her chin was on the ground, and she could see the school building directly ahead of her, taunting her for not being able to get to it.<br/><br/>She could feel the Harvester retracting its rod from her body. It was so big that she was inclined to lean towards it, but soon, it was nearly out - nothing left to go but the head - and she was ready for this thing to pop off and release her. But then, the Harvester forced its rod all the way back in, instantly erasing all the progress that she thought had been made, and she couldn't help but feel devastated - betrayed. The monster slammed its authoritative rod into her again and again, persuading her to orgasm, and she was helpless to defend herself. Her arms were still trapped underneath her chest, and even if they weren't, she was still too weak to get up. She was losing control again: her eyes rolled back; mouth opened; tongue hung out... She was wondering how many people were watching her through the windows of that school building. "Did any of them know me?" she thought, "did any of them like me?" Her mind pointlessly wandered as she came closer and closer to climaxing. "What would they think of me after this?" The pressure became too much for her to handle, this time much more quickly than the first time. Her toes curled, her head raised off the ground as much as it could, and she conceded yet another brain-tingling, shuttering orgasm for her Harvester dominator. Her juices squirted out wildly between each pump of the Harvester's cock-like device, and she would've been none the wiser to the approach of a second, identical Orgasm Harvester.