Try one last plea for mercy before the procedure

Futanari Fortress, Commander Měi's Processing Room, at 10:42 AM on Monday March 13th, 2024.

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"P-please," you manage to whisper, your voice barely audible over your own ragged breathing. "Commander... mercy... I can't... please don't—"

Měi doesn't even look up from the metal tray where she's preparing the womb-opening dilator. The device gleams under the harsh white lights—a long, tapered rod with arcane symbols etched along its length.

"Sergeant Yamamoto," Měi says calmly, "remind the subject of her current status."

Rei moves to the side of the examination table, her fingers trailing along your hyper-sensitized inner thigh. The touch—so light it would barely register on a normal person—sends electric jolts of sensation through your modified nerves. You gasp involuntarily, your pussy clenching and leaking fresh fluid.

"You are barracks property," Rei states in her clinical monotone. "Your purpose is to service the garrison's sexual needs. Your body belongs to Commander Měi to modify as necessary to fulfill that purpose. Your pleas are irrelevant."

"Correct," Měi confirms, turning back toward you with the dilator in her gloved hand. "This procedure is not optional, fucktoy. Your cervix will be opened and held in a partially dilated state permanently. This serves two purposes: it allows deeper penetration for soldier satisfaction, and it ensures maximum fertility by keeping your womb constantly accessible to semen."

Your eyes widen in horror as she positions herself between your spread legs again. "No, wait—"

"Captain Kurosawa," Měi interrupts, "secure her head. I need her immobilized."

Hana's strong hands grip either side of your skull, holding you completely still. You can't even turn away as Měi begins inserting the cold metal dilator into your oversensitized pussy.

The sensation is overwhelming. Every millimeter of the device sliding inside you registers with three times normal intensity thanks to the sensitivity spell. You can feel every ridge, every symbol etched into the metal as it pushes deeper, spreading your inner walls.

"Cervical contact," Měi announces. The tip of the dilator presses against your cervix—a pressure that would normally be uncomfortable but now feels impossibly intense.

"Beginning dilation spell. This will hurt."

She begins chanting again, her free hand resting on your lower abdomen. The dilator begins to vibrate.

Your cervix—already tender from the fertility injection—starts to open. The pain is immediate and excruciating, a deep cramping agony that radiates through your entire core. You scream, your body convulsing against the restraints.

"Hold her," Měi commands sharply.

Maya and Rei each grab one of your legs, keeping your thighs spread wide despite your thrashing. The dilator continues its work, forcing your cervix open wider, wider, stretching tissue never meant to be stretched.

And beneath the pain, that sick pleasure builds again. Your hypersensitive body can't distinguish between the sensations anymore. It all blurs together into overwhelming input.

"Dilation at thirty percent," Měi reports. "Continuing."

Your vision starts to blur. The pain and pleasure spiral together, dragging you toward another inevitable climax.