<b>RE: A World of Orgasm Harvesters</b><br/><br/>She felt her body tense against her will, almost unable to control her spasm, mind going blank awash with chemical-induced pleasure, feeling her cheeks warm, her temples burning while the squelching sound from her abused sex didn't mentioned to cease under the relentless assault and constant injection of fake-cum. Instinctively, the athletic girl arched her back and squealed one last time, stiffening like if frozen, trembling, she felt her mind going off as an unnaturally bright light emanated around her.<br/><br/>Instants, blinks, she took sharp breaths, her hands still clutching tight at the harvester's legs, that pleasure feeling so strange, such an unexpected reward for her... or for him? War satisfaction spread all over her body, layering over the perspiration of their terrible union, and even as she was spent, trying to regain a minimum of self-awareness from within the fog of pleasure that clouded both eyes and brain, she felt her womb constantly being pumped with more and more and more of that gooey, sticky, warm fluid, making her feel her stomach almost to balloon out of her tight belly while the excess kept leaking in thick globs each time its cock backed outside of her warm canal.<br/><br/>In the afterglow of her post-orgasmic bliss, Angie heard something... was it the girl she tried to save? ...male voices? ...is it over? A strange sense of dread plunged into her mind, as if something has awakened inside of her, with a groan she opened her eyes, tiredly squeezing them as if she was unable to understand what was keeping her in such an awkward position, feeling her feets dangling heavily at angle over her head <<....mh? ...wh...>> uninteligible moans... groans... whispers moved trough her throat, realization slowly building in her brain. The fire of survivalism somehow slowly turning its charcoal into a small, feeble flame, and despite her head that felt so heavy and the impossibility to move her body, the image of that green body poking past her folded-over legs and resting above her head seemed wrong... scary.<br/><br/>Just as she felt something else, something different from the unthinkable pleasure tingling from her aroused loins and nipples, her eyes flickered, not caring much about it "...a leaf..." and her thoughts were already returned to herself. Still, a buzzing sound reappeared immediately after, thumping over the groun with its legs spread around her head. Frozen with surprise, mouth groggily open in a mixed scream of fear, surprise and bliss, her eyes followed the newcomer... seeing its orb turning brighter... witnessing how her energies were already captured... as she was already being prey of that one too... and even as it clicked and emitted its blood-chilling insectile noises and turned around, Angie's mouth remained agape, too tired to close it.<br/><br/>It was then that the second harvester simply rotated over her head and flexed its<i>hips</i>forward. Eyes opened-wide in shocked surprise, gurgling as the salty cock slid with ease past her lips and moved forward, just as she was about to gag, the harvester still hard and lodged into her sex resumet its thrusts, making her whole body to rock back and forth with each womb-deep shove. Pleasure returned to flow like open faucets over her body; INTO her body, feeling her bottom and lower back completely soaked in that gooey, sperm-like substance, and even as the second harvester begun to thrust in and out of her mouth, pleasure never ceased to rule her mind, the meaty presence in her mouth, so alien... so strange... so curious, making her mouth to water... tongue trying to caress more of that presence, feeling herself to emit stifled moans trough her filled mouth, rising to an high-pitched muffled wail when she felt the cock in her mouth to throb and finally spurt a first jet of warm cum. The harvester remained still, his cock deep in her mouth, forcing her to gurgle and baloon her cheeks until she realized that she had to drink it all... gulp after gulp, the salty goo's taste coated every inch of her mouth... tongue... teeths, feeling strange while chugging down the constant river of that sticky substance, but as soon as the first gulp reached her stomach, she felt even warmer... somehow enhancing the already blissful feelings coming from her raped vagina, finding herself on brink of another crushing orgasm already...