<b>RE: A World of Orgasm Harvesters</b><br/><br/>Angie took a leap forward. THE leap forward. The one that her primal instinct of survival labelled as the most vital, the one that would change her whole life forever... she felt her muscles to compress and then, like a triggered mechanism, spring upward, away from the dangers, leaving the raped girl still with the rapist, but at least she would be safe.<br/><br/>But something was not as it was meant to be, she felt heavy, almost constrained, and to her horror, the harvester that was lying on her stomach managed to slid its long, insectile legs into the waistband of her shorts, realizing an instant later that her momentum... her jump... his weight... did nothing but yank her already reduced protection to her ankles, making her to stumble and fall again on the ground, protecting her body with her hands, but her bottom felt way too exposed, as the other girl was already being repositioned in a similar manner, Angie tried her best to avoid the same fate. The athletic girl seemed to roar, trying to kick away that creature, her fist, anyway, missing the target again... and again... and again... her heart was now a constant, heavy, oppressing thud that echoed in her buzzing ears, eyes burning as tears begun to form at their side "...years of training... will not... end like this".<br/><br/>Still... she had yet to realize that with her shorts being yanked down and its terrifying body pressing close her ankles, she was unable to move her legs. She started to feel overwhelmed, fear replaced adrehenaline, shock and horror repaced rage and pride as the harvester, due to its multiple legs, seemed to gyrate over her body. Despite the blurred sight, she felt the warm, sticky presence of something cucumberish almost slapping her face, but when she tried to throw a fist at it, its clawed legs, almost without efforts, tore down the protection she had between her legs, the fabric's ripping sound echoed in her hears, as painful as a chalk being pressed against a blackboard. Eyes widening in realization, she lifted her head, trying to see what was going on, only to see, to her horror, that nothing was now covering her body from waist-down.<br/><br/>The harvester should have seen that as, again, it moved around, pressing her legs upward, causing her to scream while trying to keep her legs together, still, the harvester appeared unnaturally strong, unavoidably relentless, acting with almost trained precision, as her legs were easily moved aside and slightly pressed back, on her stomach. Tears ran over her cheeks like rivers, now, carrying with them the darkness of her black mascara, making her appear like a mask of desperation and sorrow, and, with her legs high in the air and with her virgin opening fully on display, she tried one last attempt at moving her hips side-by-side, tring to unbalance him... unbalance herself... scare him... mover her legs in a somewhat manner... kick him... nothing happened but its long, strong legs pinning her down, holding her like in a cage <<...no...>> groaned her, feeling the pipe-like legs pressing at the sides of her neck, others at  her shoulders, while others managed to keep her legs up, and other kept the harvester ready to plunge down on her opening.<br/><br/>It was then that time seemed to slow, like under a terrible spell, for the first time in her life, she felt completely powerless, completely at mercy of something or someone, unable to fight back. Like a broken glass, all her plans of kicking harvesters away from day to night begun to pop out of their place, ending in a thousand of pieces. Like her hopes. And like a terrible reminder, she remembered the words her friend said <<...you will never be ready enough...>> whispered her, closing her eyes, before her body stiffened for the feeling of something warm pressing at her virgin folds.<br/><br/>Black tears of mascara and sorrow ran to the sides of her cheeks, silently sobbing as she opened her eyes, seeing her shoe-covered feets high in the air, slightly past her head, cursing herself for her actions, before she felt his legs trembling and pressing down, toward her inviting sex. <<...no...no...nonononoooooohhh>> yelped her, unable to even move her head, as she felt her pussylips beginning to part aside, allowing the tip of the monster's cock to desacrate her unclaimed sex, feeling his body to freeze, adjusting for a blink, realizing that he had indeed scored a bullseye before pressing forward.<br/><br/>Angie screamed with her lungs, a guttural sound, aflame with shame and rage, feeling her virgin mimbrane elasticly moving... before yielding to its merciless thrust...