The bracer held a nasty surprise, a spring blade that is pinned to the ground when the two against one odds prove to be too much.  Her shirt is half undone and her widening her legs so the heavy cargo pants aren't literally ripped off of her.  "Stop.  Stop! STOP!"  By this time she's had a good opportunity to get a look at the two 'rapists' and her dilated eyes speak of several conflicting emotions.  "Look, we can be amicable here, okay?"  She looks to Alex, who hopefully at least hesitated at the desperation in her voice.  "Next button, turn it.  Don't pull it."  Then she slightly widens the space between her thighs so Ravyn can  peel her pants off to reveal the 'rest' of her equipment.  She's modestly equipped, and not wearing anything underneath the heavy layers of the clothes, which means a flacid dick twitches under the eyes of the two aggressive women.<br/><br/>Assuming Alex minds the woman's words and goes a little slower, she'll find out why the warning was given.  When turned, the top of the button pops of, the survivalist will hold a thin needle in her hands.  Probably poisoned.  "Okay?  Seeeeeee?  Amicable."  She has to twist her face to the side to avoid the swollen tip of Alex's cock just to speak, meaning it rubs ineccessantly against her nose.  No doubt a stimulation even if an accidental one.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>