They won't let her

The latex suit was monitored back in the control room. The scientist in charge of the experiment was overseeing carefully any change in behavior of the subject and their vitals. Something beep in the control room and the scientist pressed a few buttons to know what was going on with the subject Carol. As anticipated the subject seems to fight the programming of the suit. The teams had already prepared some contingency in case of non-compliance with the subject. After analyzing the data the scientist overlooking the subject knew exactly what to trigger to undergo the protocol. He booted the software needed to communicate with the suit and began entering the correct codes to change the programming

//Initiate_Masturbation_conditionning

//Increase_vaginal_sensitivity

//Disable_self_induce_orgasm

The man in the control room clicked on the execute button. A small vibration in the suit indicated to him that it received the new commands. "Now let's see if a few hours of edging without the ability to orgasm will make you more pliable." Said the scientist to himself seeing the glass in front of Carol's eyes illuminating.

Carol sensed a jolt of electricity coursing throughout her entire body. She didn't understand what was going on. She was managing the lust and was about to get up and find a way to leave this place. Suddenly, the glass in front of her eyes began showing images like before, but this time it was a bit different. All the images were of women alone masturbating and loving every second of it. Like before, the images were paired with words that burned their meaning into Carol's subconscious. They were telling her she was a slut, that a good slut is always ready, always on the verge, that she was meant to serve, and a lot more.

Carol's hands that a few moments earlier she had managed to calm down began anew their sensual exploration of her body. Her mind was registering the conditioning of the program and masturbating was something she would look into. She had to be ready at any time and to be able to do it was to masturbate a lot. She slightly parted her leg and let her hand move down her tone stomach. She was surprised to find her pussy was coated with the same fabric as the rest of her body and that the suit was generating some fluid to mimic her own production. For a moment, she hesitated it was all too weird. First, the appointment, the suit, the lust, and everything.