No. She begins the procedure.

Buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!

You scream out as your vibrating clitoral augment is activated without warning. I'll never get used to this, you think.

"Clitoral augment has been set to 3 to assist the calibration subject in her first vaginal breach procedure," she documents in the audio log.

You shift uncomfortably in your restraints. Despite the earlier orgasms, your clit is already swollen with buzzing need. You cry out again.

"Please don't make me gag you, girl" she chastises you while returning into position between your spread thighs locked in the stirrups. She adjusts her glasses and studies your sex closely, "Subject is responding to the stimulation appropriately. Notable secretions observed pulling from the vaginal sphincter. Should be optimal for continuation of the procedure"

You yelp as her gloved fingers forcefully spread your vaginal folds apart. In her other hand, she maneuvers a long rubbery object in line with your womanhood. It's use is unmistakable.

It's a stiff phallus. It's HUGE. And it's being aimed directly at your tightened womanhood.

"Concentrate on relaxing your new vaginal opening," the technician instructs you over the buzzing sound of your own clitoris!