Makeup And More

The women's work never ceased. They had been working four hours every day at the lab equipment. They were allowed to speak amongst themselves unless someone got to rowdy. Then the loud cheerleader would be gagged using the same bondage play ball gag that Anne was **** to use on her little outing. Gloria was the one most often subjected to this punishment as she often cried out in defiance to their captor.

Just over a month had passed since they were kidnapped and the news still ran the story daily. Pleas of the women's families were broadcast all over but never heard by the unfortunate victims. Their days passed in the now normal routine of research and development broken up by dance and sleep. As their work progressed they began to recognize some of the items they were producing. It began to look like makeup. They pondered this strange development in their capture. What could this man possibly want with makeup?

Stacy, the youngest cheerleader of the bunch, found herself summoned to the armadillo's resting spot. Her arms took hold of it and as per the usual, hugged it to her torso. Her feet turned her around on her heel where she stood facing away from the table and looked to the rest of the group. They in turn, stopped working and lined up single file and were brought to their attention pose in front of Stacy. "Ladies, today I have another task for you all. This will be one of your final assignments before I let you go." The metallic voice of the armadillo sounded loudly. On the table were the light blocking sunglasses and ball gags, enough for each of them. Each woman remained dead silent at the news in the fear of angering their captor and him changing his mind. They all donned the glasses and gags without protest and climbed into the van.

They sat in silence during the drive. Gloria was at the wheel, her feet pressed the pedals of the van with exact precision and her hands turned the wheel in directions that left Gloria baffled. She could not discern where they were going. After two hours of sitting behind the wheel Gloria's body stopped the van and turned it off. They all quietly climbed out taking off their sunglasses and leaving them in the van. Squinting in the sunlight, the cheerleaders all took stock of their surroundings. They were on the bottom level of a parking garage. There were almost no cars to be seen. The cheerleader's feet carried them to the back of the van where they found a large box. Stacy leaned forward an opened it. Everyone except for Anne reached inside and to their horror pulled out a pistol. Anne however, took the armadillo. It's back revealed a belt that she clasped around her waist. She then removed two metal suit cases from the box. The armadillo now spoke for the first time on their journey. "Keep quiet, the weapons are merely an insurance policy should anything go wrong. I promise you however, that should you all behave then you won't need to use them." "Mmmmmph. Wmmmmph!" Came the muffled cries of Anne. She was scared of being unarmed and hurt. "You only need these cases to carry what we are about to steal my dear." Replied the stuffed animal. "Now quiet. Lets go ladies." They all marched to the garage's exit to enter the attached building. Inside they roamed the halls, bewilderment and fear flashed across their faces as the remained clueless to their location.

As they walked, Marcia began to recognize some features of the building. She wasn't quite sure though. Continuing through the halls they came to a secured door. It was sealed tightly, with a badge reader on the wall that would unlock it. They stood stock still for a second until the reader's indicator flashed green and beeped twice. The door then opened automatically. "I have total control over this building my dears. Nothing is going to get in our way." Gloated their captor. On they went until they reached another secured room. Once again the door was opened for them and inside they stood in horror at what was in front of them. Marcia now knew exactly where they were.

Inside the room were dozens of small clear containers holding a nylon-looking material that had a strange sheen to it. Above each case read "Project 42. Seanse-Sheath." They were in the Drake Industries development lab! Marcia began to cry as Anne moved forward with the cases and set them on the floor. She then began to take cases of the Sense-Sheath and pack them into their new home. The armadillo now giggled at their realization. "How it must feel to be **** to steal more of the very prison you wear now? Don't worry though. I have no plans to acquire any more cheerleaders. For the moment that is." The cases were now full of an unknown number of Sense-Sheath stockings. Anne closed them and picked them back up. As they left the room, their legs and hips now took each step in a seductive saunter down the halls. Almost like they were celebrating a victory, and had no need to move fast.

They all climbed into the van, Stacy in the passenger seat and Marcia now taking the wheel. They both put the sunglasses back on but the rest in the back did not. Anne set the cases down on the floor in the space in front of her legs. Marcia cried at being **** to take them all away from the place that produced their new prisons. "I think we should celebrate. Marcia, would you be so kind?" Not knowing what he wanted, she felt her arm reach out to the dashboard and press a button. Quick, pumping music began to play over the van's speakers. The hand not on the wheel took hold of her breast and groped it gently. Anne's legs spread themselves and her right hand rubbed her crotch through her uniform. Her left took a firmer hold of her right breast and had its way with her. They both cried into their gags. The others were faced with similar actions only the could see their fellow cheerleader's actions. Their hips ground into their hands on their crotches and their other shook, squeezed, and pinched their breasts. Gloria was enraged but was helpless to stop her actions. Stacy wailed into her gag and the rest sat in quiet defeat. The armadillo laughed as they rode back to the warehouse.