<b>RE: A World of Orgasm Harvesters</b><br/><br/>Chloe didn't get particularly far before she felt something impact her squarely between the thighs on the underside of her pelvis. It quickly latched onto her, holding itself against her outer lips with the use of three strangely fast-moving tendrils, two of which she could feel come up from her crotch and wrap around her waist, and the third of which she could feel snake up the cleft of her backside, ultimately forming a quasi-thong that didn't cover her front. Chloe immediately felt violated as this creature ensnared her. It felt strange, fibrous, and slithery, and she was forced to stop running the moment it clasped on; otherwise, she would've fallen. She hesitantly looked down, and there she saw it: A Harvester. It must've been the same one that shot acid at her because it was now dissolving her panties right in plain sight. Her first instinct was to grip the creature and start pulling on it, but her eyes widened as she pictured a part of it ripping, and burning her all over the privates. She had no choice but to let it stay there. Thankfully, it wasn't doing much to stimulate her right now.<br/><br/>Chloe looked up at the school building that she was headed towards. It was still rather far away, but she was sure she could make it. If she could just get inside, she'd at least be safe from other potential Harvesters; however, she found it exceedingly difficult to move with this creature attached to her. The thing was surprisingly heavy for its size, probably weighing 30 pounds or more, and while the weight wasn't enough to bring Chloe to her knees, it was certainly enough to put her off-balance, making it difficult to walk. She turned her head and scanned the campus for people who could help her, but there was nobody in sight. Instead of squandering more precious seconds, Chloe pursed her lips, focused on the building ahead, and stiffly trudged forward. Astonishingly, she was making steady progress.