Getting the old squad back together

Gloria Abernathy sat quietly in the chair across from Marcus Stansford. She had agreed to appear on Stansford's TV talk show in the hopes that her interview would somehow help in the capture of the monster that had kept her and several other women in a state of slavery for so very long. She and the others had been freed so long ago and the authorities had yet to pick up his trail. Gloria and the others still kept in touch. It helped to be able to talk to others who had shared in their horrific experience. It also helped to share their fears with each other. To a one, all of the women feared the retribution of their former "master." Gloria herself had lived in virtual seclusion, hiding from her former capture in fear. But, when the producers of Stansfords highly rated show contacted her recently, and baited the hook with the claim that the publicity of her appearance could aid in her tormentor's eventual capture, Gloria emerged from her hiding place and cautiously entered the spotlight.

So far her appearance had gone rather well. Gloria had maintained her composure as Stansford's questions had **** her to relive the events of the past several months. She had only struggled for control of her emotions twice while discussing them. As the stage hands began the countdown to come back from the commercial break, Gloria glanced down to straighten her appearance before going back on air. Though entering middle age, she was still a beautiful woman. She had her graying hair pulled back into a bun, and wore her thick glasses on her face, giving her a school marm appearance. Despite this, her delicate features shown through. She wore a simple blue suit, with a above the knee skirt. Her legs were bare, she just couldn't bring herself to wear stockings of hose after her long imprisonment in Sense-sheath. On her feet she wore a pair of simple low heels.

As the lights came up, Stansford began to speak to the camera. "Welcome back, we continue with Ms. Gloria Abernathy's account of her long nightmare as part of the Hostage Cheerleader Gang." Turning his attention to Gloria, Stansford returned to his questions. "Gloria, I really appreciate your willingness to share your story with us. We only have a few minutes left, is there anything else you want to say?" Clearing her throat a bit, Gloria leaned slightly forward before answering, " I just want to say how much I hope my appearance does lead to that monster's capture. Not a day goes by that I don't relieve the horror and humiliation of what I experienced. If any viewer can help in his apprehension, I beg them to do so."

Stansford was just about to wrap up the broadcast, when a tremendous commotion brought the orderliness of the studio to an end. A gunshot echoed throughout the room as people gasped and screamed around them. Gloria and Stansford sprung up when a electronically amplified voice rang out. "Were you really so miserable Gloria? I must say, my feelings are more than a little hurt." Gloria's heart sank at the recognition of the voice. Two women walked out the the shadows. One brandished a gun, the other carried a stuffed armadillo in her arms. "Oh god no!" Gloria screamed. "Oh do shut up Gloria, and that goes for everyone here, I want utter silence!" the armadillo shouted as the woman with the gun swept the room with the firearm's muzzle.

The two women were dressed exactly as Gloria and her fellow captives had been. The two pretty women, apparently in their late thirties, had ball gags in their mouths, blue tank tops with white stars on the chests, little pleated skirts, and thigh high platform white boots covering their feet and legs. Their exposed flesh had the tell-tale sheen of Sense-sheath. Before anything more could be said, Gloria rushed from the stage and bolted out of a door. "Gloria dear, where are you going?" the armadillo's voice cackled.

In a blind panic Gloria ran, trying desperately to get away. She kicked of her shoes to gain speed and bounded down the stations hallways. Any concern for the people she had left at the armadillo's mercy was insignificant to the sheer terror she felt. The terror that compelled her to run. Finally pushing her way out into the parking lot, Gloria found her progress halted. An arm with tremendous strength grabber her and pulled her off her feet. Sitting on the ground, trying to regain her bearings, Gloria looked up. Another woman clad in one of those horrible and humiliating Cheerleader uniforms. The woman's body's posture was composed and ready, though her face wore and expression of horror. Tears streamed down her face, a ball gag filled her mouth. Gloria crawled back, **** to get away from her. The woman's booted feet clicked as they carried her swiftly towards Gloria. As she tried to get to her feet, Gloria was pulled up and turned around. The Cheerleaders powerful Sense-sheathed arms put her into a sleeper hold. Slowly, Gloria lost consciousness.

Slowly, Gloria fluttered back into wakefulness. For a moment, she thought it might have been a horrible nightmare. But, as she regained her awareness and sensation, she found it had all been all too real. She felt the soft, yet unrelenting touch of Sense-sheath on her skin. Snapping her head up, with her eyes wide in horror, Gloria found herself again imprisoned in her Cheer-leading uniform. Looking down she found her feet and legs in those damn white boots yet again, from their tops, her Sense-sheathed thighs led to a ridiculously short pleated skirt. Up past her Sens-sheathed mid-riff, her large breast once again were covered in the blue fabric of a tank top. Her feet were about shoulder length apart, her hands on her waist. "Nooooooooooo!!!!!!!" Gloria screamed, tears gushing forth like twin rivers from her eyes. "Not again!" she pleaded. Looking around her, she found herself in the Television studio yet again. Stansford and his crew were bound and gagged on the floor while the cameras continued to broadcast. It was apparent that the viewing public was getting a live broadcast of Gloria's re-capture. "Welcome back to the squad Gloria." the armadillo's voice laughed. The three other Cheerleaders came forward and stood around her. All Gloria could do was sob. **** and in a panic, she struggled to move, but found her efforts wasted against the directives of the Sense-sheath. Her arms pushed, her legs' muscles strained, but she remained frozen in place. The woman holding the Armadillo walked over to the camera and held it up before the lens. "Ladies and gentleman, I will not tolerate the loss of my toys. You took them away, but I can most assuredly get them back." Gloria wailed as the armadillo's voice erupted into laughter. The other three Cheerleaders could only sob helplessly.

Gloria just didn't know what to do. After finally being freed after months of slavery, she was back in a living nightmare. On national television, the damned armadillo had used three new Cheerleaders to imprison her yet again. After gloating over the airwaves, he had directed the four women to leave, each boarding a non-descript minivan. After hours of driving, they had arrived at a large abandoned barn. Though the outside of the structure was decrepit and run-down, inside Gloria's eyes discovered a gleaming facility with white, well-lit walls and ceilings, and tiled floors. Gloria had watched the other women, and failed to recognize any of them. The three weren't from the original group, they were new to enslavement. Gloria's eyes met theirs for the briefest of moments during their trip, recognizing the fear and confusion she found in them. They were pretty ladies, apparently in their late thirties. Despite not knowing them personally, Gloria felt an instant kinship with them. Being a **** did that to people.