<b>RE: A World of Orgasm Harvesters</b><br/><br/>Isabel was shocked and stunned, with strong scaly legs holding her arms tight, and constricting her modest breasts between two of their sets. Surely someone would have noticed a harvester, especially right in the campus itself. A minor sigh belayed her ineffectual struggles, the weight and grip of the horny menace preventing her from so much as getting her feet under her.<br/><br/>The long shaft, still sticky, began to rub itself between her legs, but encountered her jeans. As tough a barrier as they were, Issy had been wearing them for one last time, realising that she would not have the fortune to evade the lusty predators forever.<br/><br/>As she still did her best to wriggle and writhe in the harvester's strong grasp, Issy was at least resolute that no-one else should fall into the same treeside trap that she had. A loud call to hopefully help others - "Look out everyone! Harvester over here! Don't come over here! Aaahooh~..."<br/><br/>Ending her last sentence with a pitiful moan, surprising even herself as the shaft continued to rub between her legs, liquids leaking out and squishing her panties and trousers tightly into her protected pussy.