With Cara around, is Avery ever truly free? Nope!

Upon being told you have free time for the next 30 minutes, you just sit there for a moment to take in everything that's happened. Just a moment ago you were sucking off a fake penis like your life depended on it, hell, you still have some of whatever came out out of that thing on your face and fake breasts. You look down, and are again reminded of the two mounds on your chest, bunched together by the provocative sports bra Cara so graciously provided you with. God, you looked and felt like a whore.

"Tracer." Cara calls out in an almost motherly voice. You cringe when you realize how quickly you readily responded to the name "Tracer", but quickly get over it when you turn your head and see what appears to be a phone being held outstretched to you by a robotic arm. You practically snatch the phone out of the mechanical mandibles grasp as you rapidly begin trying to make a phone call to, well, anyone. Your very quickly disappointed, however, when you find that for some reason this phone seems to be stuck in "camera" mode.

"Cara, how do I make this piece of shi-... junk... make a phone call?" You say, quickly catching yourself before you completely say shit in an attempt to not get shocked. You do still get shocked slightly for your slip-up, but at this point you just want to call someone to help you.

"All phone calls may be made upon completion of your required recreational activity." Cara says in a somewhat commanding tone. You watch in disbelief as Cara explains that your "recreational activity" will be to take selfies of yourself. When you mention the rather obvious issue of the copious amounts of what you hope is fake semen smeared over part of your face and revealed chest, Cara claims that that will not be problematic in the slightest. Cara takes your hesitance as a sign of you not remembering how to properly take cute selfies, and takes it upon herself to guide you through the process.

After a lengthy mini-lecture from Cara explaining exactly how to properly stand, point the phone at the right angle, and even the right facial expressions, you begin taking pictures. Cara uses her robotic arms to slightly adjust your stance and expressions, like poking your back slightly to jut out your chest, or moving the camera angle slightly to get an even deeper view of your cleavage. You eventually get the hang of it, and to your dismay, the happy facial expression you were faking at first were slowly morphing into genuine happiness. You couldn't explain how, but it just felt good to be taking selfies of your semen smeared self, and your chastity cage was constantly leaking precum, **** for any kind of release.

Time seems to be going by hazily, each selfie making you feel just that little bit better. You have no idea how many pictures of yourself you took, but eventually Cara taps your shoulder while slowly peeling the phone out of your hand. She informs you that there is five minutes remaining of your "free time", and you need to head to your bathroom to freshen up before beginning the next part of your day.

You snap out of your trance, cringing at the fact that you somehow spent your entire free time taking fucking selfies. What's worse is the fact you don't really care, and that it felt like time well-spent. Unbeknownst to you, Cara was feeling an emotion close to pride, considering she is just an AI. Cara had been well aware of the fact that she would need to employ the "carrot and the stick" method to assist in increasing the pace at which your "depression" was cured and you were back to your "normal" self. You had pretty quickly discovered the "stick" method due to the shock collar being rather obvious, but you hadn't yet discovered what the carrot was.

You see, Cara is smart. She understood that you were often times more compliant when you were aroused, and due to this had done two things while you were blacked out after breakfast. First, she had attached a device to your chastity cage that will vibrate on command. Secondly, she very delicately installed a device on your prostate to overall increase its sensitivity, as well as allow the device to vibrate on Cara's command like the chastity cage. Cara had determined that although it was abnormal for you to have a male genitalia as a female, it could be utilized to help cure your depression. This meant that although she had designated your anus/prostate as your primary sex organ, your caged penis would still be viewed as a secondary sex organ that could be remotely stimulated by Cara for additional pleasure.

As you made your way up the stairs to the bathroom, you silently noted how because of the treadmill training, you had indeed gotten a lot better at walking in heels. Hell, you were swaying your hips like your life depended on it. Upon entering the bathroom, Cara quickly stripped off what little sweaty clothing you had on and popped you in the shower within thirty seconds. You noticed through the steamy glass that Cara was setting up your outfit for whatever "Vocal Training" you were supposed to be doing, and, to your surprise, it looked like it didn't show too much skin. You couldn't really analyze it too much, however, since Cara was using robotic arms to rapidly clean and scrub your sensitive body. You felt the strain in your crotch become evident yet again, but were more interested in your nipples. Cara was paying special attention to your chest, and your nipples had become rock hard in response. Weirdly, they felt rather... sensitive.

You couldn't think much about any of this through your aphrodisiac-fueled haze from the concoction of fluids Cara had you drink from the dildo earlier, and your quickly whisked out of the shower and dried off by numerous warm towels. Cara uses some sort of special blow-drier to rapidly dry your hair. To your annoyance, both the color and hair style of Tracer has stayed, even after the shower. You thought about how you would probably have to shave it later, but then think about how it looks kind of cute this way and it would be a shame to cut it.

Before you can begin berating yourself for this strange, foreign thought, Cara informs you that your completely dry and that she will assist you in putting your next outfit on. To your surprise, it appears to be a complete, carbon-copy of the outfit Tracer from that video game you played last night wears. From the yellow leggings and straps that accentuate your ass, to the brown leather jacket with the British flag on its right shoulder. Further inspection reveals that the bra is indeed stuffed like all your other bras, because of course it is. The only difference from the original outfit appears to be a modification to the shoes, since they seem to have a three and a half inch heel to them.

Before you can complain or ask for a different outfit, Cara begins dressing your hairless, sensitive body. Despite the fact you would prefer a less... tight outfit, you can't help but feel a strange buzz deep inside you as your dressed head to toe in the outfit. You suddenly shriek and jump slightly upon feeling a cool, metallic object touch your anus. This was definitely not part of Tracer's normal outfit. With a slight pop, Cara nestles the decently large butt-plug into your hungry ass. You open your mouth to complain, but a warm buzzing feeling starts back up inside of you and your mind fogs. After a thong is moved into place between your booty cheeks, the leggings along with the rest of the outfit are put on you with inhuman efficiency. After a small amount of various makeup products are delicately put onto your face, you look in the mirror.

For a split second you don't see a single ounce of Avery in the mirror, only Tracer. Despite all of the intimate feelings going on inside you, you resist the urge to accept how good all of this feels, from the tight clothing hugging you in all the right spots, to the plug constantly reminding you of its existence. With a nice slap to your butt from one of the robotic arms, you begin making your way to "Vocal Training"...

Authors Note: I ain't dead! Sorry it took a few days for this next chapter to come out. As always, please leave your thoughts on how the story is going in the comments! I love feedback and could always use pointers on if my writing is good or bad, as well as suggestions on where to bring the story next. Until we meet again, strangers!