He follows orders

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Carl left the building quickly and rushed to the bank in his car. After exchanging the usual pleasantries with the teller he had the money loaded into a duffel bag and headed back to the venue. He desperately wanted to tell someone of his plight. But he couldn't risk the safety of his wife and daughter.

Speed walking back into the room, money in hand , Carl found the crowd still at gunpoint of the three helpless cheerleaders. His wife and daughter flushed and sweaty, barely fighting the exhaustion, continued to dance. Both the dancing cheerleaders, and the music stopped as he fully entered the room. "Excellent, now give the money to chubby here. . ." The woman shifted her "master" to one arm and held out the other waiting for the bag. "Wait a damn second, let my wife and child go first!" Protested Carl. A low giggle emanated from the stuffed animal, "I'm sorry Carl but that can't happen yet. Now be a good boy or else you will get to see more of this." Carl's wife smacked her daughter with tremendous ****. Marcia cried out in horror at being **** to strike her little girl. "Or would you prefer the mother comfort her daughter?" Marcia's hands placed themselves behind her daughter's head and quickly drew her into her cleavage. Unable to resist her mother's strength Anne's face pressed into the plunging neckline of the uniform and was smothered by her mother's breasts. Her own body began to move too, embracing her mother and placing her hands on her mother's ass, squeezing and fondling the supple flesh. This continued until Carl relented and quietly passed the bag into the waiting cheerleader's hand. Separating, mother and daughter moved away from each other and joined the rest of the cheerleaders surrounding the crowd. They ushered the crowd and Carl into a back stage room with no windows and blocked the doorway from the outside. Leaving the group trapped inside while the women escaped. All six cheerleaders walked in a circle, legs moving in sync and their hips given an extra sway to show off the control their captor had over them.

The cheerleader holding the armadillo extended the animal out with her one arm. "Now be good girls and keep quiet. If you make any noise I will make you do horrible things to each other and I'll never release you." Their captor giggled at their scared faces. They all climbed into a van hidden at the back of the building. They drove off without a peep. The only sounds heard for over an hour were the sounds of the van's engine and the barely contained sobs that periodically escaped the enslaved women. Suddenly the van pulled off the road and into a barn. Inside was a green van that they entered and continued to drive in. The armadillo remained quiet for small parts of the trip. The rest of the time it either mocked them or giggled at something the girls had no knowledge of.

After another two hours on the road the van pulled into an empty warehouse. Climbing out of the van, the girls lined up shoulder to shoulder facing a dark corner of the building. The pudgy girl set the armadillo on the ground in front of them, keeping its eyes trained on the group. The money was placed behind the stuffed animal and she returned to the group. A gloved hand reached out from the shadows and snatched the duffel bag. Angrily Marica spoke "You have your damn money, now let us go!" The metallic voice reverberated from the armadillo once again. "On second thought, money is great and all. But my own personal squad of cheerleaders? How can I pass that up?!" The techno beat erupted from unseen speakers and the girls arms interlocked. Their legs began to perform high kicks. Exhaustion, humiliation, terror and resignation all replaced one another on each of the cheerleader's faces. Even so, they performed perfectly.