The Perfect Woman

The woman was lying on the bed, her body restrained by smooth latex. Her face was smooth and her eyes were closed. Her skin had been generously covered with latex rubber to give it a smooth texture. Her muscles were taut and perfect as they were moved into different positions by the machine's complex mechanism. Every few minutes, the machine would work to create a new image of the woman's body. It took hours for the machine to complete its task, but when it was finished, it stepped back and admired its handiwork.