Try to endure the sensitivity modification spell without breaking

Futanari Fortress, Commander Měi's Processing Room, at 10:37 AM on Monday March 13th, 2024.

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You try to steel yourself as Měi begins chanting in a language you don't recognize. Her gloved hands rest on your inner thighs, and immediately you feel warmth spreading from the contact points.

Maya's cock continues filling your mouth, but she's not thrusting anymore—just keeping you gagged while Měi works. You can taste the salty musk of her shaft on your tongue as you struggle to breathe through your nose.

The warmth intensifies. Měi's palms slide up your thighs toward your cum-leaking pussy, her incantation growing louder and more rhythmic. Each syllable seems to vibrate through your body.

"Sensitivity threshold increasing," Rei observes from beside the table. "Nerve conductivity at one-fifty percent baseline."

Your skin begins to tingle. Every point where the leather restraints touch your wrists and ankles suddenly feels hypersensitive—not painful, but overwhelmingly present. You can feel the texture of the material, every tiny shift of pressure.

Měi's hands reach your pussy lips, spreading them wide. Her fingers press against your clit.

The sensation hits like lightning. Your entire body convulses against the restraints as pleasure more intense than anything you've ever felt explodes through your core. You try to scream around Maya's cock but it comes out as a muffled, **** keen.

"Two hundred percent," Rei announces. "Accelerating beyond standard parameters."

Měi's chanting grows faster, more forceful. She slides three fingers deep into your pussy, pumping them methodically while her thumb continues circling your clit. Each touch is magnified a hundredfold. Your hypersensitive body, already overwhelmed under normal circumstances, begins fracturing under the onslaught.

You can't think. Can't form coherent thoughts. There's only sensation—her fingers curling inside you, finding spots that make your vision white out, her thumb applying steady pressure to your swollen clit.

"Two-fifty," Rei says. "She's going to break."

"Precisely the goal," Měi replies without pausing her spell or her fingers.

The orgasm builds faster than you can process. Your pussy clamps down on Měi's invading fingers, your entire body trembling violently. You're going to cum. You can't stop it. You can't—

"Three hundred percent. Modification complete."

Měi's fingers thrust deep one final time, her thumb pressing hard against your clit.

You shatter.

The orgasm tears through your hyper-sensitized body with devastating ****. Your back arches so violently you nearly dislocate your shoulders against the restraints. Your pussy convulses rhythmically, squirting in thick streams that soak Měi's gloves and splash onto the floor. The pleasure is so intense it crosses into pain, into something beyond either sensation—pure overwhelming input that drowns out everything else.

Your mind breaks.

Something fundamental inside you snaps. The part of you that was still fighting, still resisting, still holding onto the idea that you could escape this—it dissolves completely. There's no room left for resistance when every nerve ending is screaming with sensation.

Maya pulls her cock from your mouth, letting you gasp and sob.

"Good girl," Měi says, her voice cutting through your broken whimpering. "The sensitivity spell is complete. Your breasts, pussy, and ass are now three times more sensitive than before. Every touch will be overwhelming. Every penetration will feel impossibly intense."

She withdraws her soaked fingers from your twitching pussy. "And now that you've broken properly, we can proceed with the womb-opening."

You can't even beg anymore. You just lie there, trembling and leaking, your mind shattered into fragments.