<b>RE: A World of Orgasm Harvesters</b><br/><br/>As Chloe made her way toward the door, she felt her delicate folds being spread apart; her last lines of defense easily being pushed aside. She only had about a second's time before the Harvester heaved something deep inside of her. It was long, thick, and mostly rigid: it effortlessly plowed through her soft, pillowy walls; rubbed against her G-Spot on the way up; and reached her cervix before she could hardly even blink. Chloe's posture instinctively and dramatically straightened as she got speared by this rod. She arched her back, and an on-looker might've thought she'd just gotten tased the way she tensed up, but Chloe encountered no pain or discomfort.<br/><br/>Chloe did, however, glacially crumple onto all-fours as her knees exhibited increasing weakness. Some kind of chemical was being sprayed all around inside of her. She could feel it massaging her walls; the Jacuzzi jets of the rape world. Chloe scrunched up her face and tried to deny what she was feeling - tried to deny the pleasure - and somehow, it seemed to start working. Slowly but surely Chloe felt less and less horny. She exhaled a long sigh of relief, now able to concentrate again. She didn't waste any time: with a shift of her weight, she began crawling towards the school building - but she felt something else that caused her to stop. A strange feeling radiated throughout her body. She no longer felt super horny, but without much warning, her body decided that she<i>needed</i>to cum. She couldn't quite figure out the logistics of this unexpected development: something in her brain simply created a demand for her to climax; it was similar to how her body craved water when it was dehydrated; or how it made her sleep when it was exhausted. She had to orgasm by any means necessary, but that was the exact thing she was trying not to do. Her disapproval of this feeling didn't matter though, because the longer this Harvester stayed in her, the more powerful the need to cum got. Chloe tried to look up at the school, but it was getting harder and harder to focus on anything. Her vision seemed to become clouded even though it was probably perfectly fine, and everything she tried to think about inevitably came spiraling back to one, singular, decisive objective: Orgasm.<br/><br/>Chloe shifted unwillingly onto her haunches, spreading her legs wide. She looked down at her body hoping that some kind of third-party monster was making her do this - but unfortunately, it seemed as if she was doing it to herself. Her last shred of hope that she could resist this thing was very obviously fading, as was visible on her face. She intended to keep both of her hands pressed staunchly against her chest, but her left hand began sliding down, past her delicate tummy and likewise cute bellybutton, towards her private parts. She shook her head, fruitlessly pleading with her hand to stop; finally, Chloe managed to seize her left wrist with the other hand, effectively stopping herself before she touched her exposed sex. The victory didn't last long though as the creature unraveled one of its appendages and slathered a thick, red, gooey substance directly onto her right hand's fingers. Chloe released her left wrist in surprise and tried to shake the goop off to no avail. Before she knew it, the creature had coated her left hand with the same sticky substance as on her right. She spread her fingers and gawked at each of her trembling hands.<br/><br/>She was once again reluctantly reaching for her virgin parts - or maybe they were no longer considered virgin now that the Harvester got to them. Either way, both hands were creeping downward, closer and closer to the only thing left to access: Her clit. She had no choice but to relinquish control of her hands as her thoughts became transcendently hazy. She took her slime-covered fingers and hurriedly rubbed them against her most sensitive part, expecting to feel relief - but the urge to orgasm didn't let up; it was still burning inside her. Somewhat frantically she rubbed faster. She clenched her teeth together, employing more tactics to make herself cum, like pinching her clit between her digits, rolling it around, pulling on it... After several minutes she finally began to feel herself tensing up - nearing orgasm - but she didn't take that as a sign to ease off. She kept toying with herself. Her pussy was soaking wet by now, and it was squeezing down on the base of the Harvester's rod. It only took a few more moments before at long last her body quivered: her pussy contracted powerfully onto every part of the Harvester's thick shaft (which stretched her tender walls out); and all the tension that had been building up got released into one, gigantic, mind-numbing orgasm that left her mouth agape, tongue flopped out, and eyes partly rolled back.