<b>RE: A World of Orgasm Harvesters</b><br/><br/>Angie kept her fist against the wall, gritting her teeths and trying not to think about it "...it's normal life..." repeated her in her mind "...is just a normal happening in a normal life... just a girl getting raped by a flying cock... raping an innocent girl..." her eyes rolled into her sockets, biting her lips, mumbling, trying to remove the image from her brain, but the sound of her rape... the continuous shrieks, yells and moans stronger than any imaginary barrier.<br/><br/>But when the security entered their corridor, many sighed in relief, as if the image of an uniform would be enough to set utter desperation into a routine situation and as they started to share informations among themselves and check if the area was safe enough, speaking with an almost unnatural calm and cold, almost cynical carelessness, until the sound of an opening door sounded clearly over the chattering, and when they looked at the glass and steel door, they would see her smooth legs running away toward the merciless sounds of the rape <<STOP THERE YOU!>> growled a guard <<IT'S ILLEGAL TO...>> still, his voice cut short as another guard abruptly closed the door again, at least sealing the safety of the girls inside.<br/><br/>Angie ran across the campus's pathway, adrehenaline pumping in her body, sending streams of energy and determination in place of blood. Her slightly tanned legs leaping with trained grace across flowered spots, her fluffy-shorts making her a true professional athlete appearance, but despite the appearance, she was running toward something terrible, knowing where to go, but not what to do once there... not knowing if she would bear the sight. "I will kick its ass. I. WILL. KICK. HIS. ASS. " her mind working on simple thoughts as it entered a rageful mode led by the need to do something... anything to stop what was going on. The certainess of the foreseen day of emanation far ahead on the calendar and the years she've spent training made her sure of her choice, almost boastful, as she soon heard the raping being consumed, the buzzing of wings and the slapping of flesh leading her without failure.<br/><br/>There she saw it, mercilessly moving its abdomen up and down, plunging its cock into the poor girl's sex, its sphere alight "...that bastard is enjoying his meal..." without stopping, she adjusted her tank top and ran toward it, aiming to crash against it like in a gymnastic exercise...