<b>RE: A World of Orgasm Harvesters</b><br/><br/>The problem with facing a being that has the evolutionary advantage is that no obstacle you through its way is too much. It has developed tools precisely to get what it wants. On the front of its body, between its third and bottom set of legs, it had two curved claws, which were rigid, strong, and serrated like miniature scythes. They were sharp as knives on the top, but smooth on the side that faced Issy to avoid harming her.<br/><br/>The beast hooked the claws in the rim of Issy's jeans and, with one strong motion, tore downward through the denim, ripping her panties into three strips in the process and tearing a gash in the fabric nearly all the way down to the back of her knees.<br/><br/>With this last barrier easily dispatched, the harvester leaned forward, putting all its weight on Issy's upper body and forcing her down into the grass, its round sphere rested on the top of her head. As its slimey member completed a few last laps against her now-bare flesh, its bottom two pairs of legs wrapped effectively around the girl's thighs, locking them in place so she couldn't move out of this humiliating position with her ass raised in the air.<br/><br/>Its top two pairs of legs squeezed her breasts as they wrapped around her body, but this seemed almost incidental. It let out a clicking sound and raised its cock, aligned it with her upturned hole, and brought it down forcefully, spreading her lips apart and filling her instantly. As it began to thrust, cries could be heard all around her. People stared with horror, but no one intervened. There was nothing they could do anyway. Quickly the courtyard cleared of women who wanted to be sure they were not next.