Maria Sanchez

Maria Sanchez couldn't get to sleep. Sitting in a chair in her hotel room, she went over the events of her recent past. She had spent a long time trapped in a cheerleader uniform, helpless to resist the will of a madman. She had been unable to defy the Sense-Sheath that had covered her body, along for the ride in her own body, for all intents and purposes. To her great relief, several months ago the authorities had managed to free her and the others.

Her joy at freedom regained was short-lived however. Weeks ago, several new Cheerleader hostages, **** to do the bidding of the Armadillo due to imprisoning uniforms, had recaptured Gloria, one of Maria's fellow original cheerleaders. On national television no less! In terror, Maria had secreted herself away in a hotel room, telling no one but her mother.

Maria's thoughts were interrupted by a steady knocking on the room's door. Jumping with surprised fear, Maria tentatively crept toward the door. "W-who i-is it?" She asked fearfully.

Through the door, she heard her mother's voice, "Maria, it's me! Momma! Please open the door!"

Overcoming her fear, Maria unlocked and opened the hotel room's door. Standing outside was Maria's Mother, aged but still attractive. Behind her was Maria's older sister Tanya and her niece Selma. Tanya looked very much like Maria, with her lovely Latina features, while Selma was taller and more fit. Selma had just graduated high school and had a model's good looks. Each of the three had a frightened, somewhat haunted look on her face. Maria noticed that each of them wore a full length tan trench coat. "What is it Momma, why have you..."

Before she could finish, Maria's mother pushed her out of the way, grabbing her upper arm and pulling her behind her. The vice like grip her mother had on her bicep sent shooting pain through Maria's arm, she found herself following after, unable to resist her Mother's manhandling. Behind them Maria's sister and niece followed. "Momma! you're hurting me! What is....Oh my god!"

Maria realized suddenly that only the fantastic strength of Sense-sheath could make her Mother able to maneuver her in such a way. Through tear filled eyes, Maria's aging mother whispered, "Please Maria, don't speak, it will make him angry. He'll punish us all." As the three came to a standstill in the center of the room, Maria was spun around, her own mother restraining her arms.

Through the open hotel room door, a small, very fast Armadillo bounded. Maria watched in horror as it scampered in and bounded up onto the foot of the bed. It moved in a machine like manner, though with a frightening and very life-like fluidity. It's animated features warped into a grin.

"Hi there Maria! I've really missed you! The squad just isn't the same without you!" he cackled.

"You bastard! My mother! My sister and Selma! What kind of monster are you!' Maria cried, struggling against her mother's iron grip despite herself.

"You really gave me **** Maria. You ran and hid. So, I had to recruit the three of them to help me re-recruit you. Though they are a little different than you and your fellow squad mates." Gesturing with his arms toward the three imprisoned Sanchez women, the Armadillo commanded "Ladies, show Maria your fabulous new outfits!"

Tanya and Selma let the coats fall to the floor, revealing startling new garb. The unmistakable sheen of Sense-sheath covered their exposed skin. Only their heads poked through it. Each of them wore a pink one piece body suit, long pink opera gloves, and pink knee-high boots with towering high heels. Maria's mother passed her over to Tanya as she dropped her coat from her own body, revealing an identical outfit.

Tanya cried pitifully as she spoke to her sister, "I'm so sorry Maria, he made four women dressed as cheerleaders put these things on us. We can't help it, we have to do whatever he tells these outfits to do, I can't even...."

"Shut up Tanya!" the Armadillo shrieked, cutting off the woman's sad apology. With the grin returning to it's face, the evil robotic avatar continued. "Now, as you can see, I've turned your relatives here into servants. I don't really want them though. I want you back Maria."

Selma walked from the room and out the door as the evil pseudo-creature continued, "But, I don't want to just catch you, or **** you back. I want you to choose to rejoin on your own." Selma returned with a large white box in her arms. She set it down on the floor before Maria.

"On my own! You must be..." Maria protested.

Cutting her off immediately the Armadillo insisted, "Crazy? Not at all. Look around you Maria. If you join up, I'll let these three go. If you don't, well, we'll just have to find new ways to amuse ourselves."

"Don't do it Maria! Don't do what this sick...." Maria's mother screamed.

Before she could finish, the Armadillo snapped it's fingers, causing the enslaved women to crouch down and retrieve something from their discarded coats. As they pulled them up, Maria recognized the same kind of fetishistic ball gags that she and her fellow Cheerleaders had been **** to wear. Maria's mother and Selma put them on, ending their protests. After passing Maria back to her mother, Tanya did the same. Tears streaming down their faces, the women could only mumble through the gags.

"Now, just to give you a clearer picture of what is at stake, let's have some fun." Maria's mother's gloved right hand suddenly clamped over Maria's mouth, effectively silencing her while maintaining her restraint. "Tanya, Selma, feel free to enjoy yourselves for a bit."

With Sense-sheath enforce movements, Maria's Sister and niece slowly moved towards each other. Each wore a look of horror on her face as their bodies moved as their new outfits directed. As they came in contact, mother and daughter began to probe and caress each other's body. Their hands massaged each other's breasts, traced the forms of their wastes, and slide up and down each other's thighs. Shame, humiliation, and terror shone clearly on their faces. Maria cried despite herself, and tried to beg for the Armadillo to stop this through her gag.

As the women continued, Selma dropped into a crouch before her mother. Each of her pink-gloved hands moved slowly up Tanya's thighs, coming to rest on her mother's smooth crotch. Slowly, the young woman's fingers began to feel and rub Tanya's mound, slowly tracing it's shape. As Selma's caressing continued, Tanya, still crying, began to slowly breath more rapidly, obviously aroused by the enforced touch of her daughter. She was helpless to resist the feelings the probing hands sent through her. As Selma continued, Tanya began to breath more and more rapidly, thrusting her hips back and forth as her gloved hands felt her own breasts. Tanya's Sense-sheath commanded fingers pinching and rubbing her nipples through the pink material of her leotard.

After several minutes, Selma's pace quickened. Tanya, helpless, finally gave into to the building orgasm, reaching an enforced climax. For a moment, her posture slackened as she tried to catch her breath. Then the Sense-sheath took over and snapped her back to attention. Selma, sat in her crouch, crying as she looked at her mother's moistening mound.

Laughing through it's sneer the Armadillo looked over to a horrified and crying Maria. "Now, unless you want them to keep going through things like that, you'll be a good little girl and get back in your uniform". He gestured to the box before her.

Looking at the faces of her relatives, Maria stifled her crying and walked over to the box. Lifting it's lid, she looked inside, recognizing the contents immediately. Stripping her sweat pants and shirt off, Maria stood there for a moment in her bra and panties. Resined to what she had to do, she reached in and pulled the long body-suit composed of Sense-sheath. Stretching it over every curve and contour of her body, she covered herself. Still tearful, she pulled on the tank top, skirt, and finally thigh-high boots. Standing there for a moment, Maria looked down at her uniformed body.

"Good Girl!" The Armadillo shouted, as a red glow shone in it's eyes. Suddenly, Maria felt the powerful grip of Sense-sheath as it sprang to life. Her body was no longer at her command.

"Alright! You have me you Son of a Bitch! Now let them go!" Maria screamed tearfully.

"Soon Maria, Soon." the armadillo answered, as Maria's mother knelt down and pulled another ball gag from her coat on the floor. Maria's arm, with no direction from her at all, snapped up and caught it as her mother's controlled body tossed it to her. Maria watched helplessly as her own hands **** it into her mouth and fastened the clasps.

"I'll let them go as I promised. But first, we might as well enjoy ourselves." Snapping his fingers once more, Maria watched in horror as her niece emerged from her crouch and walked towards her. As Maria stood there helplessly, Selma began to caress and stroke her body, embracing her like a lover. While her body did so, Selma's face showed her fear and humiliation. Slowly, Maria's traitorous body began to respond, groping Selma's in turn.

The Armadillo laughed as the women performed. "We've got a lot to do first. One big happy family. So much love! Hahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!!!!!"