<b>RE: A World of Orgasm Harvesters</b><br/><br/>Everything seemed perfectly normal to Issy. The sun was shining and there was a cool breeze keeping this warm August afternoon from being too hot. There was only one sign that things were not okay. Among the trees, there was a slump of flesh and tattered clothes, sitting deathly still. It was a girl, about 23 years old and she had clearly just been ravaged. A sticky white fluid bubbling out of her womanhood and running over the round of her ass was the only movement visible.<br/><br/>With her sitting so still, blending in with the flowerbed she had been dropped uncaringly into, she was easy to miss. Issy had managed to miss her entirely as she leaned against a tree not twenty feet away.<br/><br/>Then: a murmur of the girl coming to, the subtle movement of her staggering to her knees, and only a second to process these last vital signs of danger before the harvester dropped out of the sky right on top of Issy. Its insect legs wrapped around her core, and a strong flap of it wings pulled her forward as it threw her to the ground and quickly maneuvered itself behind her, ready and eager to claim another victim.<br/><br/>It fluttered quickly and with purpose, making it hard to get a good look at the nasty thing. It was clearly not too large, but surprisingly strong. Like most harvesters, it was a deep green color, but it was impossible to miss the large yellow-white orb that it used to collect the orgasmic energy Issy would unwillingly serve up if properly motivated. This harvester's orb was about the size of a basketball, glowing dully, and it was mounted just above its small head, which only had a set of eyes and no other features. The whole thing looked like a giant moth measuring no more than four feet in height if you didn't count its 8 inch member dangling underneath its hovering body and still leaking white cum.