<b>RE: A World of Orgasm Harvesters</b><br/><br/>Issy lay there, completely at the harvester's mercy. With her peachy round buttocks sticking up in such a submissive position, her limbs all held by the grasping legs, rubbing their ridged surfaces strongly against such soft, pliable flesh. The strain of her underwhelming muscles put her at quite the disadvantage, as she could do little more than relax in the exhaustion. To her horror, however, the buzzing abomination seemed even more frantic than before. With her face pressed firmly into the ground, Issy's eyes were completely disabled.<br/><br/>Her hands held tightly behind her back, with the soft and squishy underbelly of the bug against her fingers, she dared not move them. Any hand movement that could help her, would likely tear the pretend weak spot, with acidic blood ready to punish any resistance. With a sudden jolt, and with wings a-buzzing, the harvester seemed to clench its legs once more. Even with the textured shaft pounding its way into Issy's tight snatch, it seemed greedy for more. The pressing of the legs, pushing her muscles tighter around the invading cock, only served to enhance and tighten the stimulation.<br/><br/>The buzzing, vibrating wings paused and changed pitch, and Issy tensed up in anticipation of whatever new trick. It seemed only to be a repeat of an older one, pumping her full of its own fake cum, until it pulled out.<br/><br/>Spurting heavily, a flow of sickly sweet musky liquid flew between her meagre breasts, straight towards where her head was pressed so insistently onto the ground. Issy had no choice, the splattered fluid slickly surrounding her nose, with intoxicating stench moving inexorably towards her mouth, still gasping for badly-needed breath. The taste and heat of it were indescribable, and almost as soon as it had touched Issy's lolled-out tongue, she began to feel an unfamiliar yearning. She needed that cock. She could barely live without a shaft to slam into her, to ruin her and fill her up with its perverse fluids.<br/><br/>Intellectually, at the back of her mind, the poor girl knew that this was by far not a particularly strong aphrodisiac. The feeling was a great contradiction, for a girl with no prior exposure. Just as she pressed her ass backwards, almost begging, she felt the oversized dong thrust deeply into her passage, well lubricated enough that even the squeezing of its own legs did not stop it from reaching deeper than ever before.