Try to endure the womb-opening procedure without cumming

Futanari Fortress, Commander Měi's Processing Room, at 10:47 AM on Monday March 13th, 2024.

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You clench every muscle in your restrained body, desperately trying to fight the rising tide. Not again. You can't cum again. You won't—

"Dilation at forty percent," Měi announces clinically. The magical dilator vibrates harder inside you, forcing your cervix wider still.

The cramping pain intensifies—sharp, deep, radiating through your womb like knives. You bite down on nothing, whimpering through clenched teeth as tears stream down your temples.

But then something shifts.

The pain doesn't lessen. Instead, your perception of it warps grotesquely. The agonizing stretch of your cervix suddenly registers as exquisite pressure. The deep cramping becomes delicious fullness. The sharp ache transforms into concentrated bliss.

"No," you gasp, horrified by what's happening inside your mind. "Something's wrong—"

"Dilation at fifty percent. Final threshold," Měi states, adjusting the dilator with a sharp twist.

The movement sends lightning through your core—but it's not pain anymore. It's pure, overwhelming ecstasy. Your pussy clenches violently around the metal device, gushing fresh fluid. Your back arches off the table as a moan tears from your throat—not a scream of agony, but a wail of pleasure.

"The fuck?" Maya mutters from beside the table. "She's getting off on it?"

"Fascinating," Rei observes. "Psychological break manifesting as masochistic conversion. The triple-dose fertility serum combined with sensitivity modification has rewired her pain response entirely."

Měi pauses, studying you with clinical interest. "You're experiencing pain as pleasure now, aren't you, fucktoy?"

You can't answer. You can barely think. The dilator holds your cervix **** open, and the sensation is indescribable—every pulse of residual cramping registers as waves of bliss. Your hyper-sensitized nerves can no longer distinguish between suffering and satisfaction.

The orgasm hits without warning.

Your entire body convulses in the restraints as climax crashes through you. Your pussy clamps down rhythmically on the dilator, trying to pull it deeper even as it holds your cervix spread. You squirt violently, soaking Měi's gloves and splashing onto the floor in thick streams. The pleasure is absolute, all-consuming, obliterating any remaining fragments of resistance.

You cum harder than ever before—and you cum from pain.

"Procedure complete," Měi announces, slowly withdrawing the dilator. Even that withdrawal sends aftershocks of pleasure-pain through your rewired nerves. "Womb-opening successful. Cervix now held at fifty percent dilation permanently."

She sets the device aside and removes her soaked gloves. "The psychological conditioning will be unnecessary. This subject has already broken completely and converted to pure masochism. She'll crave the roughest treatment the garrison can provide."

Your vision swims as you lie trembling in the aftermath. Your mind has shattered into something new—something that craves degradation, that transforms suffering into satisfaction.

"Should we proceed with testing, Commander?" Hana asks, her cock already hard again.

Měi nods. "Yes. All three of you will fuck her now. I want to observe how the modifications perform under standard use before delivery to the barracks."