<b>RE: A World of Orgasm Harvesters</b><br/><br/>You do exactly what they want you to do, but they still pester you. They continue to cut your clothing, little by little with their tiny, but perfectly precise, beaks. The bottoms of your shirt is in frays and constantly getting cut into smaller and smaller strips. As you rush into the trees, one of them manages to snip the hip band of your panties and they flutter to the ground, useless. It is not long at all before your bra is exposed and they are systematically cutting the straps until it can't even stay on your body. They leave your stockings along, however. After all, they don't cover what they consider to be your most important parts.<br/><br/>The two harvesters continue to chase you deeper and deeper into the woods. Once you were adequately exposed, they stopped pecking unless you strayed from the path they had you on. The fluster of feathers from the agitated birds eggs you on until you hear a wet squelch sound and feel something sticking to your leg, just above the ankle. Instantly the birds stop, and just land to watch you. Looking down, you see that a light tan starfish-like structure was attached to your leg and held onto you with the strength of a vice. It had a long tendril which ran through the underbrush of the woods until it is out of sight. It was like a long, thin tongue stretched through the forest toward you. The two birds simply watched you calmly. They had successfully guided you right into their trap.