Human Rogue Gets Harvested

Lyarra wiped the sweat from her brow and tucked the loose strands of her blonde hair back into its ponytail as she searched the wreckage of the harvest golem. The farming machines had gone haywire, and the people of Westfall were counting on the plucky rogue to help make their lands safe again. And if she could bring them some foodstuffs to make supplies for her future journey, it would be a win-win situation for both parties.

Not finding anything worthwhile, she huffed a frustrated breath and sat down for a quick bite to eat. She had barely taken the first nibble when she heard the loud whirring of gears behind her. Rushing to her feet in panic, Lyarra blindly swung at a new harvest golem that was quickly bearing down on her.

'Where in the Light did that thing spring from?' She panicked. Already fatigued from the last kill, Lyarra poured all her energy into her swings, jabbing at the mechanical monstrosity with unmatched speed and precision, but it still wasn't enough. Desperation mounting, she preternaturally dodged several blows, until finally one snuck past her guard and slammed into the side of her head. With the last bits of her strength, Lyarra reached for a health potion, but the harvest golem's next swing smacked it from her grasp.

Out of options, Lyarra could do nothing but stare up into the implacable face of the machine and wait for death to come. But the golem's next strike didn't cleave through her body, instead it rent the rogue's skintight leathers from top to bottom and exposed her pale skin to the bright sun.

'What?! Why is it-' Lyarra's confusion turned to horror when she realized a massive mechanical cock was emerging from the harvest golem's crotch. 'Who built these things like this?! And why?! Defense against bandits?'

Lyarra tried to scoot backwards, but the machine easily caught up with her, wrapping its strong limbs around her body and crushing her to his chest. Pinned by its inhuman strength, Lyarra was unable to resist as it inexorably lowered her onto its waiting piston.

The rogue's blue eyes went wide as her tight cunt was spread around the girth of the harvest golem. She glanced around hoping for some sort of rescue, but none was forthcoming as she heard the sound of gears grinding and the cock beginning to move back and forth inside her. The speed of the mechanical dick accelerated like a rocket, the pace moving from languid, to moderate, to blistering, much too rapidly for her to keep up with.

Lyarra thrashed as best she could, but her efforts were futile. She couldn't decide if it was better or worse that the golem was showing no emotion towards her humiliation. It wasn't laughing or smiling or enjoying its conquest in any way, it was simply executing its programming and driving her past the point of ecstasy. Because as much as Lyarra's mind raged against her torment, her body was unable to fight back against the pleasure surging within her, brought about by the glorified dildo pounding away at her cunt.

The machine didn't tire, it didn't falter, it just kept her soft, warm body in its clutches and drilled her pussy with unerring accuracy until the first orgasm crashed over Lyarra like a tidal wave. The rogue screamed her release to the cloudless sky, her voice muffled by the red mask wrapped over the lower half of her face. She trembled like a leaf in the wind, every lean muscle in her body quivering in the throes of delirium.

But even as Lyarra came her brains out, the harvest golem's ministrations continued. The mechanical prick whirred unceasingly, never giving the rogue a chance to recover, repeatedly spiking her pleasure and dragging several more aftershock climaxes from her overtaxed body over the next few minutes until her blue eyes rolled back in her head and she slid into blissful semi-consciousness.

The first sensation Lyarra became aware of as she returned to wakefulness was the continued clockwork pummeling of her pussy. Apparently just one of her orgasms hadn't been enough to satisfy whatever twisted programming was driving the harvester, and it had continued its debaucherous work even as she'd blacked out.

Trying to take a mental check of her body, Lyarra attempted to stretch her limbs, but was shocked to find them bound with leather straps to the body of the golem. Apparently it had fully secured its package while she'd been unconscious, removing any and all hope of her escape.

Craning her neck from side to side, Lyarra could see that the harvester had returned to stomping around the fields of Westfall, completely unburdened by the new weight hanging from its body. Its mechanical prick was still buried to the base in her cunt, rumbling away as punched deep into her core. Far from the rising star who'd caught the eye of the local captains- and even Matthias Shaw himself- Lyarra would never become a champion of Stormwind. Instead, her fate was to be turned into the lewd ornament of an emotionless machine, a thoroughly degrading and ignoble end.