To say that the feeling Camille was experiencing was overwhelming would be an understatement. She felt like she was on fire. The chemicals in her blood combined with the direct application of the same chemicals on her clit where overloading her central nervous system. She quickly lost the strength in her limbs and all she could do was lie on the bed, gasping desperately for air while her juices flowed from her like a flash-flood. Film directors can feel free to splice in images of fireworks, rockets taking off to the moon, avalanches rolling over quiet mountain towns to symbolize what Camille was feeling at the moment. But no image would be sufficient to explain the intense orgasm that was holding the scorpion girl in its grip.