<b>RE: A World of Orgasm Harvesters</b><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center">It doesn't matter how often you could be told that seeing a girl being raped by an <i>harvester</i> would be normal...<br/>
... it doesn't matter how often you hear that another of the friends or school-mates you know has been raped on the way home... <br/>
...it doesn't matter how often they will remind you how close you're getting to the day you will <i>emanate</i>...<br/>
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... you will never be ready enough...​</div><br/>Those words echoed in her mind like an holy spell, like a mantra, as she kept focusing on her run. Being part of the College's Athletic Team, Angie enjoyed extra time on the track and at the Campus's gym, trying to push her limits always a tiny bit further than the previous record, even at the cost of receiving slightly less than mediocre votes in all the other classes, Angie was still seen as a young promise of sport, that one kind that teachers and principals would gladly let go if one day such name will be associated with your school, including new subscriptions and fundings.<br/>She kept running and running over the red tracks of the field, breathing heavily and repeating that mantra "The day of my emanation is close. I am doing this not for the school... not for the glory of sport... but for me... i will outrun those bastards. They will not have me" used to think her as she passed by an Harvester Overwatch Screen installed outside the field, when suddently a red beeping writing changed the  casual chatting of the fields.<br/><br/><<HARVESTERS! HARVESTERS!>> immediately the voice of warn echoed in every corner of the sport area, flocks of students ran inside the relative safety of the compound. Angie looked around, watching the students to run inside screaming, another image impossible not to feel in the depths of your heart, images that once upon a time would only be seen in times of war... with the bells ringing for the evil enemies, with womens and childrens crying and screaming while the mens would fight for their wives, daughters and sisters... this time, instead, enemies where allowed to do whatever they wanted, while mens would just stay there and watch...encouraging you to not fight back. Spitting her disgust on the short grass, she cursed the flying cocks and sighed before running inside with the others before they would lock her outside.<br/><br/>"And here we are again" thought her while looking at the shivering students, thanking the time for not being out there with an harvester chasing their backs, trying to fuck them "...waiting inside, like in a shelter while another one of those bastards goes around in search of a prey..." her face covered in disgust as she fixated her eyes over the screen by the door, until...<br/><br/>A scream pierced their ears, it was not far away from their location <<What was that?>> said one of them <<Oh no... it's near!>> echoed another<br/>Immediately the corridor was filled with comments in matter <<I don't see her... i she made it...>><br/><<...she's not answering the cellphone!>><br/><<...at least it's not us...>><br/><br/>All comments that made her feel again in utter disgust at the situation that all the girls and womens found themselves unavoidably into. With rage she punched the wall, making their heads to turn toward her <<...another one... again... but nothing wrong, isn't it? It's nature, they say! Womens menstruates and then gets raped by flying cocks... parasites and fuck whatever they are!>> her voice almost a growl as she looked outside, while the screams kept going on.<br/><br/><<...it's that, Angie... we can't do anything about that... it's the world we live in and..>> one of the other girl tried to reply, only to obtain a flaming gaze from her.