<b>RE: A World of Orgasm Harvesters</b><br/><br/>With Chloe forced to the absolute fringes of pleasure, there was no way she possibly could have imagined how much further her body could be pushed. There is no denying that the harvesters feasting on her flesh were perfect fucking machines, fine tuned over decades of evolution to push their victims as far as possible. Somehow sensing that the young girl was once again reaching a plateau of pleasure with their current methods, they increased their assault one last time to squeeze out the absolute most amount of orgasmic energy her body could possibly produce.<br/><br/>Just like the first snake, the one latched onto her second, less sensitive hole began excreting a powerful aphrodisiac into her ass. The jets of the chemicals were stimulating enough as they hit her interior walls on all sides, but the chemical began to work on her, entering her system from a second orifice and essentially doubling the aphrodisiac effect. This fluid, however, was slightly different. It knew that it had latched onto her ass instead of her pussy, and that this was not her primary source of pleasure. That would simply not do. This special amber fluid would permanently increase the sensitivity of her ass until it was just as sensitive as her pussy. That way, future harvesters would have two ways of forcing the orgasms they want out of her trembling flesh.<br/><br/>That was not all, however. To really get a more powerful orgasm out of the poor girl, they would have to thrust even harder. The two shafts swelled with their sinister blood, increasing their girth by another inch, as they began pumping them in harder and faster. They were practically pounding her into the ground, yet they never fell out of sync with each other. The two rods flew in and out in a perfect rhythm squeezing the flesh between them as they invaded her body.<br/><br/>As intense as this was, Chloe had one more unfortunate event coming her way. All her orgasming had attracted one more harvester, and this one made no attempts at stealth. It was the size of a bear, lumbering straight toward her from the direction she was facing so it would be impossible not to see. But with her knees trembling, her hips bucking, and no strength left in her body, there was not much she could do to stop it. That's exactly what it was counting on.