Machine-conditioned

Story: After Susie had been conditioned for 7 days inside the room (or 168 hours), it slowly began to release her transformed body. Her pussy was still twitching under its tight steel. Carefully, machine arms removed the restrictive brace from her body, and Susie s shaky hands snapped right towards her burning crotch, and her milk-laden chest. A desperation, a blind craving, had overtaken her. Suzie s crazed fingers only reached the outer, hard surface of her encased torso. Warm to the touch, yet smooth and hard. She could feel nothing on her pussy below. As she lay on the floor, the little bells on her steel nipples jingled, and she clawed in a frenzy at her denied body. All that pleasure was now bottled-up, and locked inside her. She knew, the voice had told her, but she couldn t believe it. She needed to touch her blistering body now! It screamed with a suffocating hunger from under its shell. But nothing happened. The hard surface remained warm to the touch, smooth, but no sensation--nothing--came through. She didn t care anymore about her baldness, her nose ring, her swollen udders; she had to have her orgasm right now! Even the rings in her nipples were fake--unresponsive. On her flesh below, she felt something hold on to her engorged nipples, something kept a firm grip on her hard knobs. They ached for pleasure--to be touched! Her shaky fingers clawed on her steel, her denied pleasure. Susie desperately tried to get a sensation through--anything! Her shiny slave outfit looked absurd, but she could feel nothing, and could not reach another orgasm. Her waist felt sexy, slimmer, as her hands moved down towards her locked away pussy. After a few minutes, she began to sob with a desperation. Hot slave tears started trickling down on her flushed cheeks. Her hands remained clutched to her smooth steel crotch. She couldn t believe what was happening to her. Her abdomen still felt like being fucked. Her mind must be playing tricks on her, when the door of her conditioning room opened, and Mistress entered. The thigh-high leather boots clicked intimidatingly on the hard floor. She was twice as old as her, and