Hot Flash, Cold Hands, 1 (Updated)

Wonder Alala could only dimly perceive her predicament.    She had arrived at the gym for a closed photo shoot.   As soon as the first flashes fired off, the intense light blinded the Amazon.  Cold metallic hands then seized her, their grips charged with some form of electrical shocks that left her twitching.   Her sight returned just enough for her to make two almost identical figures, one a robotic female encased in gold, the other in silver.   She had not encountered them before but she knew of them.  They called themselves the Sinsational  Syber Sisters, Aura, the gold one, and Argenta in silver.   Having never been captured, it was uncertain if they were cyborgs, remotely controlled automatons, androids with non-linear AIs, or even humans in exosuits.   Alala tried to focus her vision enough to determine the fate of the photographer, but she was nowhere to be seen.   Her selfless regard for her own well-being left her vulnerable to another attack before she could fully recover.  A whirling flail of fists knocked her senseless as she tumbled backwards, falling against a Pilates ball.   The initial shocks she had endured left her limbs numb.   She tried to fight back a sense of panic in her helpless state.    Another searing jolt struck her in a sensitive spot.   The pain overwhelmed her and she passed out.

"The Mistress will be pleased," Argenta said, her lips not moving.  A speaker built into her faceplate piped out a robotic yet feminine voice.

"Are you not pleased?" Aura inquired.  Her voice was identical to her sister's.

"I am pleased that we have captured the Amazon."  Argenta put a hand on Alala's ankle.  "Let us make haste and perform the task that the Mistress required." 

"Agreed."  Aura likewise grabbed an ankle.  The two rose in tandem, pivoted about, and headed for the door, dragging the unconscious Amazon behind them.