Hunt for the perfect body

The First Catch

Sora was working in the lab where she worked when something shined in the room behind her. Sora turned around and put her glasses back on and walked toward the door. Her bushy auburn hair bounced with each step as she walked to the door. She reached for the doorknob and opened the door, looking around. She couldn't see anything out of the ordinary... except for an odd table she couldn't remember being there. It was made of metal and had steel... cuffs? She lingered on that thought for a moment before she heard something fall over a foot away. She turned and looked toward the sound as she walked over. She was unaware of a pair of lustful eyes watching her as the 34 year old woman bent over. The eyes watched Sora's butt as she looked at what had fallen. When she found what it was, Sora picked it up. When she was back up to her full height, Sora looked at the item. It appeared to be a smoke grenade. She was studying the explosive when, of course, smoke began extruding from the half centimetre wide holes in the sides of the cylinder. She let go of the weapon and staggered backward. She began to cough as the eyes' owner came out from behind an iron tube. Sora fell to her knees and looked toward where the footsteps were coming from. Before she could see the figure's face, Sora passed out, her left cheek pressed against the cold floor.

Almost an hour later

Sora woke up and immediately knew that she was probably in trouble. She was restrained on the table, which was now at a 115 degree angle. She looked around, trying to see anything she may be able to use... when the door opened.
"Finally! You've been out for ages," A female voice said as the figure closed the door "But, now it's time for me to have some fun." She locked the door and turned to Sora.
"What the hell?" Sora was completely stunned by who... or more accurately, WHAT was standing in front of her.
The being was completely white and seemed to be made out of smooth metal. She moved fluidly, and yet slightly mechanically. She had very few features aside from her mouth, nose, and eyes. She had no hair and completely black eyes.
"What... are you?" Sora asked, still waking up from her nap.
"Well, from what I could find, I'm the next step in evolution. They call me Droid Unit A. However, I like the name Alizabeth."
"Okay... we'll, I would say it's nice to meet you... but there's a small issue I have with you," Sora replied.
"Oh?" Alizabeth humoured her, knowing what she would say "And what problem would you have with me?"
"You kidnapped me," Sora explained, not in an angry tone, just an irritated one.
"Oh, yes, I suppose that's a good reason to not particularly like me. Oh, right. Remember what I said about having some fun?"
"Uh... kind of?" Sora replied, then she realised what the robot meant "Oh god. Don't... even... touch me." She clenched her fists, which she had just remembered were at her sides.
"Oh, Sora. It's not like you're going to be able to stop me." Alizabeth began to walk toward Sora.
"Don't... do it!" Sora snarled.
"Oh, just relax," Alizabeth told her as she stood directly in front of Sora "This won't hurt a bit." She reached out and dug her fingers into Sora's hips, just enough for her to feel it, but not even close to enough to hurt "Ready?"