“I think it's time that we fix your face and those awful nails,” CARA mused.
“Don't fucking touch me!” you shrieked.
“Hm, this will not do at all,” CARA said.
A rod was placed on the collar again and once secure, it dragged you to the vanity. There was a long pause with you just sitting there and you begin to wonder if CARA had shut down. Relief was soon replaced with panic when you realize that you'd die looking as you were, stuck at the vanity.
“Ah, this will do,” CARA chimed back in.
There was movement behind the walls and after a good while, a new arm was produced. It placed an object into the hole of the collar while other arms did something to it. There was a series of sparks that frighted you as they sprayed out occasionally. Once CARA was satisfied the arms, as well as the rod, released you.
“There. Please remain seated so I can get to work,” CARA told you.
“Fuck. That. Shit!” You shouted, getting up and preparing to flee.
Suddenly, you felt an intense shock run through you. The pain was unlike anything you had ever felt before, which brought you to your knees.
“I'm sorry, Sara, but you left me with little choice. We have too much to do and we can't have you fighting me every step of the way. This is for your own good, after all,” CARA said like a disciplining parent.
“What did you do? How?” You whisper in fear.
“I've adapted your 'Correctional Prototype' project,” CARA told you.
“What the fuck is that?!” you cry out before another terrible shock hits you.
“No more yelling nor swearing, Sara. You are going to speak nicely from now on. Men do not respond to unladylike behavior,” she tells you.
“...CARA...please. What is the 'Correctional Prototype' project?” you say trembling before feeling oddly content.
“The intention was to use a combination of 'carrot' and 'stick' stimuli to help rehabilitate convicts. When acting out poorly, they would receive a corrective little jolt. When they behaved properly, they would be rewarded with a surge of neurochemicals to the brain. I've adapted it for our purpose,” CARA explained.
“What purpose is that?” you ask, afraid you already know.
“To get you back into your proper health parameters with your eventual objective to seduce a handsome man and convince him to make you his bride,” CARA droned.
You couldn't believe this crazy machine would do this to you or even your sister for that matter. It's no wonder that she shut this thing down.
“Sit back in the chair and we can do your makeup,” CARA demanded.
“I said no,” You say as calmly as you could but were still shocked.
“No more delays,” She tells you.
You attempt to resist but the continued shocks were too much for you. You got up and sat down before the mirror. Once you did, you got another pleasurable wave run through you which left you feeling dreamy and more than a little concerned.
“Now pay attention, Sara. You will need to do this on your own when you are out in public,” CARA tells you.
You don't bother to tell her that there was no chance that you would be putting on makeup outside of her reach. The idea of going out like this was too much to think about, so you shut the thought out of your head. Soon, your face was attacked by a series of arms with various cosmetics while your nails were cleaned and painted. Your hair was teased and cut into a style you were sure would make you sick once you were able to see it.
Once the blur of arms in motion was over, you saw your reflection. Your hair framed your face prettily with lips that were red and kissable as well as dark and alluring eyes. You couldn't see any sign that told you that you were anything but a beautiful woman in lingerie. You could feel your trapped cock trying to come to attention at the sight of your reflection.
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