<b>RE: A World of Orgasm Harvesters</b><br/><br/>Angie closed her eyes, trying to get a hold of what was going on, trying to fight back the cluster that held her brain at bay, all around her, the air echoed with the slapping sound of the harvester between her legs, each slap followed by a wet, sticky squelch, while she tried to not gag on the cock in her mouth, muffling and moaning, emitting lewd slurping sounds as she tried her best to calculate his tempo and take a quick almost unsufficient inhalation trough her nostrils. She begun to see the chemically induced fog, her orgasm subsidizing and carrying with it her first orgasmic afterglow of her life. Still, with energies long gone, this changed nothing, and she only managed to return fully in possession of her body, cursing herself with lucidity while being raped and knowing that there would be no way out.<br/><br/>As the two bugs begun to drill her from both ends with constant, almost merciless pounds, she felt their bodies pressing her in the same time, pressing her over the ground, tears begun to roll from her cheeks, low moans of defeat barely audible from the intensity and vigor of her rape, "...what... why..." her mind, tired, barely able to think from a rocking bolt of pleasure each time their cocks plunged into her body, feeling them to pulse again... and again... more and more gooewy saltyness filled her mouth, forcing her to gulp down, knowing that the more she would drink, the more she will feel good and the more they will feast upon her. She felt her belly filled by the amount she drank, together with the orgasmic... blissful sensation of her womb being filled each passing second with warm ejaculate "...no...more...".<br/><br/>She was already at another terrible, forceful peak of pleasure, bracing herself for another coming wave of pleasure, the now familiar tingle in her belly and the way her body begun to stiffen and move on its own accord "...nooooo...". Betrayed by her body for the second time, she felt the bugs to click, more light around her as they drank her energies, but as the two bugs drank on her essence, their screeching grew louder, scaring the athletic girl that for a brief instant managed to think that the two were fighting, instead, they were according for the final rush. Groaning in blissfully pleasurable discomfort, she felt their cocks to grow, feeling their girth to scrape the even tighter fit of her sex, the cock in her mouth making feel her jaw as if about to snap. Eyes filled with lustful fear, she felt about to faint, too many stimulations, too strong at the same time, until they screeched one last time, their strong legs pressing hard into the ground, their bodies pushing forward, as deep as her body would allow. She mewled loudly feeling the harvester in her sex to push deeper, feeling like a<i>sous-vide</i>syringe, pushing more and more of his ejaculate into her womb, making her feel it almost bulging upward, while the cock in her mouth, to her terror, kept pushing down her throat, cutting her air supply.<br/><br/>Her eyes widened in terror, feeling its organ to expand, pulsate against her tongue as it forced more of its pleasure-creating cum down her throat, she felt her lungs almost burning with need, but as she was experiencing fear, a new, unexpected wave of pleasure took her off-guard, making her to arch her back, eventually pushing more of his cock in her throat, eyes fluttering, feeling her own body to give up, raise white flag and let her own juices to spray against the bug that held her legs high into the air, always at the perfect angle to penetrate her.<br/><br/>Before slumping in a terrible daze, caused by an unbreakable mix of fear, shock, pleasure and lack of air, Angie felt her head heavy and closed her eyes, while in her head, the words she repeated as a mantra echoed more and more<i>"...you will never be ready..." </i>