Freedom in sight?

Maria Sanchez stood straight, her posture perfect. She had **** but to do so. Her Sense-Sheath prison held her fast. The cheerleader uniform had her locked in place. She stood almost at attention, her arms were at her sides and her go-go booted feet were shoulder width apart. To her left stood four other women dressed in the same manner. Stood in the same position with two feet of distance between them. They all wore a strange pantyhose like body stocking. It covered everything below the neck except for a plunging neckline to show off their cleavage, enhanced by the push up features of their uniforms. Blue tank tops with a white star and white vests adorned their upper bodies. Below they wore white hot-pants that clung to their bodies, accentuating the curve of their ass, and burrowed in between their cheeks. Lastly were the aforementioned go-go boots that covered their feet.

Just over a month ago, Maria had stopped by the mall to browse the stores before heading to the gym. Like the others, she had fallen for the slick P.R. man's bill of goods. Her reward was having her body hijacked and used to steal millions of dollars from the company that developed Sense-Sheath, the technology that now determined her every action. Maria's eyes teared a little thinking about it. She was disgusted. Her tiny five foot two frame had become little more than a robot, serving an unseen master's designs.

Maria, like the others, was beginning to doubt that she would ever be free again. She missed the feeling of moving her own body. A body now coated in Sense-Sheath. How she longed to move freely and do as she pleased. She wanted her body back desperately!

The familiar clicking of booted feet could be heard approaching the women from the rear. The last woman was coming. The stringy haired teen, Stacy, who used to work at the food court of the same mall where they all signed up for the Sense-Sheath demonstration, walked around to the front of the group. In her arms was the stuffed armadillo that served as their "master's" mouth. Stopping, the youngest cheerleader stood before them and her arms extended. "Well ladies, I'm tired of this little game we've been playing. Each day you seem to resist less and less as the hope of being free dwindles in your eyes." As the words trailed off Maria heard on of the girls crying softly, trying not to attract their "master's" attention with the noise. "So I've decided to uphold my end of our bargain and let you all go. It will only be a matter of hours from now." Maria could hardly believe her ears. Was her freedom really so close at hand?

They all released surprised gasps, followed by muffled and quiet "Thank God's" as well as other mutterings of hope. Maria however, gave the armadillo her undivided attention so as to not miss a single work that may come from it next. "You have all performed wonderfully and amused me to to no end. But like all good things, this must come to an end. I have enjoyed our little exercise. Having my own personal cheerleading squad has been a true joy for me and I thank you for that."

In unison each woman's legs walked their owner in a single file line, lead by Stacy, out of the ballroom. They filed through the mansion's hallways toward the garage. After entering, the each gathered by a table in a corner of the room. In perfect sync they donned their trench coats, large sun-hats and sunglasses the once again made them effectively blind. "You'll drive yourself to a place where you can meet up with the authorities ladies. Soon your service to me will end and you will once again see your families." Maria, blind like the others, walked under her uniforms control and climbed into a van. After they all boarded Maria's hands took hold of the steering wheel and her feet placed themselves on the pedals. Without any input from her mind, her body put the vehicle in drive and pulled away.

As they drove, the armadillo still held by Stacy spoke to them. "You may speak amongst yourselves ladies. You will be free soon anyways." They all loved these moments of freedom and took advantage at every opportunity. Conversation with each other as one of the only things that allowed her to keep her sanity. "Who's in the passenger seat?" Inquired Maria. "It's me, Sammy." Sammie was a few years older than Maria. She was the strawberry blond that had a little pudge in her belly. But the month of intensive cheer and dance had made her fit and trim. They all shared comments of excitement to see their families. Maria was hopeful and happy to see her boyfriend soon. "I wanted to move out so badly, but now I think I'll stay for a little extra." They all shared similar sentiments of wanting to stay home for a while to decompress over the whole situation. They were all overjoyed and eagerly anticipated their freedom.

After three hours, Maria's body stopped the van. Their hands removed their sunglasses and placed them in their trench coats right pocket. As her eyes regained their focus and adjusted to the light Maria saw they were parked in a bank's parking lot. "Up and away ladies!" Came the voice from the armadillo. Each woman climbed from the van and walked to the rear of the vehicle. Maria's hands reached out and opened the van's rear double doors to reveal their ball gags. They each picked one up and their hands slowly, almost as if to make them anticipate it, placed the gags in their mouths and closed the clasp behind their heads. "Wait, why are you. . ." Asked Maria before being silenced by her hand's actions. "I need you to be silent for this next part, don't worry its all part of the plan. Stacy, would you please hand me to Maria." Stacy's arms extended obediently and Maria's gently took the armadillo. On grasping it a belt popped out of its back. Her hands clasped the armadillo to her midriff with the armadillo in front. Then Maria reached into the back of the van and remove a box. Opening it she offered it's contents to her fellow cheerleaders. Prompted by their Sense-Sheath's commands, each woman reached inside and pulled out an automatic pistol. All five except for the teen Stacy were now armed! "You didn't actually think I would part with my favorite toys now did you?" Laughed the armadillo on Maria's stomach. Maria's eyes welled with tears, they had seemed so close! It was just a cruel trick by their mysterious captor to torment them before forcing them to commit another crime. She looked to the Drake women, Anne and her mother Marcia looked at each other with tear soaked disappointment. Gloria looked enraged and was turning red. Sammie simply turned pale and whimpered in sadness. Stacy freely balled her eyes out and her legs walked her back to the front of the van and climbed her into the driver seat. Once the door shut her hands set about her body harshly groping, squeezing, smacking and pinching all over. The others in turn moved toward the bank.

Andy benedict was a security guard at the bank and he stood in the lobby bored as ever. He spent two years before now working at the bank and nothing ever happened both to his relief and minor chagrin. His practiced gun work at home and at the range in the hopes of becoming a police officer lead to very little here. Right now his job amounted to standing in a corner and watching people enter and exit the building. Yawning he noticed a group of five women walking walking in all wearing long trench coats. Their coats gave way at the bottom to reveal white heeled boots, but he couldn't quite identify what type. Strangest of all, they all wore ball gags, as if they were currently in a bondage scene. Andy watched them enter and he moved himself to the side to remain just out of sightlines but to keep an eye on the women. With speed and synchronization the women positioned themselves around the bank's lobby. Suddenly they all threw their coats and hats to the floor and levelled guns at the innocent people in the bank! Andy couldn't believe it, each woman wore a blue and white cheerleaders outfit! One of the women, a short Latina had a stuffed animal attached to her torso. He looked on with realization and knew they were the kidnapped cheerleaders from the Drake Industries expo. The news as constantly ablaze with updates on the story. They were the demonstrators of a new technology that allowed a computer to control a person's body with absolute precision. They had been seized by an unknown hacker and **** to kidnap the companies wife and daughters, as well as stealing over 4 million dollars before escaping. Looking at their faces he saw them pleading with their eyes for help. This was the first time they'd been seen in public in over a month, they must have been **** for some kind of outside contact. The gasps and cries of patrons were silenced by a metallic voice coming from the stuffed animal. "Ladies and gentlemen, this is a robbery. Remain silent and cooperate and you will not be harmed." Gathering the customers and employees into a group the older lady with gray streaked black hair came around and entered the attendants booth. From there she trotted to the back and presumably to the vault. Again the armadillo spoke. "Don't do anything foolish. I'm sure you've all heard of the cheerleading gang. These women are quite unable to stop themselves from doing whatever I want. I've deactivated the alarms, silent and otherwise so don't think the police will be here anytime soon." The older woman returned with cases of money in hand. She handed one of each to the free hand of the Latina and Strawberry blond before going back in to retrieve more. After handing cases to the rest of the women they herded the group into the vault and locked it. The five then strutted to the door with swaying hips. Ready to make his move Andy revealed himself and called to the women pulling out his firearm and raising it towards them. He loudly shouted "HEY" to get their attention. All five cheerleaders stopped and turned around. "Oh, a rent-a-cop who thinks he's a hero." The strange voice giggled. "FREEZE AND DROP YOUR WEAPONS!" He shouted. The armadillo continued to speak, amusement loud and clear in his voice. "Don't you recognize these ladies? They are the hostage cheerleaders. I have total control over their lovely bodies. Shoot them if you want, I can get more." With that one of the women set down her case and began to walk towards Andy. Looking at her face re recognized her as Anne Drake, Carl Drakes daughter. Her eyes were wide with terror as her body approached. She hadn't even levelled her gun at him. Slowly her booted feet brought her over to him. He was frozen with indecision, what could he do? He couldn't shoot a helpless girl. She was just a pawn in a monster's sick and twisted game. Stopping in front of him Anne's hand quickly smacked Andy across the side of his head. Knocking him out where he stood. She was shocked by her enhanced strength but could do nothing to announce that surprise with the ball gag in her mouth. returning to the group she picked up her case and the controlled women once again strutted to the van, an even greater sway to their hips and a slight bounce to their step.

Stacy, still in the drivers seat, felt defeat and humiliation through the whole ordeal, while everyone else was inside her hands had their way with her the entire time. Looking in the side mirror she saw her fellow cheerleaders approaching no longer wearing their trench coats and instead carrying cases in their free hands. She had been **** to strip herself of her coat too, it now sat in the back of the van with where the weapons once resided. Now her hands grabbed hold of the steering wheel and her feet planted themselves to the pedals, ready to make a quick getaway.

After they all boarded she took off with incredible speed. Driving away each woman remained gagged, in stark contrast to their previous ride, where they had been full of hope and excitement, they now felt only resignation and it permeated the vehicle. Some cried, other's whimpered and some sat in complete silence. Maria sat like a rock. It was all to terrible to deal with. "That was fun." The armadillo announced as laughter echoed out of it's speaker.