Technically yes

Todd sat back in the booth after finishing his meal. He always felt stuffed after a burger and fries at the diner. He and his friend Jimmy worked the night-shift at a local warehouse and always stopped in for a meal before heading in. He was just about to continue the discussion they had been having about the game the night before when an odd sight distracted him. Three very strangely dressed women walked into the dinner and stood at attention before all of the patrons. The whole restaurant went silent with their bizarre entrance.

The three were Hispanic, and dressed in the same weird outfits. Each seemed to be in some kind of sheer body-stocking, over which they wore a one-piece bathing suit that was pink. On their arms they wore pink opera gloves that ran up pas their elbows. On their feet they wore pink stiletto boots that stopped just below their knees.

One seemed to be in her late fifties or early sixties. Normally Todd wouldn't have given such an old lady a second thought, but her choice in clothing made it abundantly clear that she was a very fit grandmother. As old as she was, she still had it going on. To her left was a woman in her middle years, old, but still very sexy. She had short brown hair and a killer body. The last one was the best. A tall, hot young Latina with a models features and build. The outfit sure did do wonderful things for her.

As they stood there with their hands on their hips, Todd couldn't help but notice that they each wore some kind of bondage ball gag in their mouths. Looking at their eyes, Todd could see that they had a strange panicked look on their faces.

One of the waitresses broke the silence as she walked toward them, "Ugh, what can we do for you ladies?" she said with her head cocked to the side.

With lightning quickness, one of them produced a gun, whipping it back and forth so as to cover all of the patrons. Todd just about pissed his pants. As the middle aged woman held the gun on them, the young one pulled a small plastic Armadillo from behind her back and sat it on the diner's counter top.

As the patrons and staff screamed and gasped, they were cut off by a loud voice emitting from the little Armadillo's mouth. "Ladies and Gentleman, if I could have your undivided attention for a moment, with complete and utter silence, you will all end tonight unharmed."

Todd looked over at Jimmy, who returned his puzzled look. Everyone else did as they did; nothing.

Again, the Armadillo produced an amplified voice, "We'd like to put on a little show. Enjoy and do not interrupt, or Tanya here will put some bullets into you."

As the voice cut out, a fast moving beat began to issue forth from the Armadillo's speaker. The older lady and the young girl began to dance in rhythm with it, each mirroring the other's movements exactly. Even though he was scared, Todd had to admit that the lovely womens' movements were turning him on. Their thrusting hips and gyrating chests were a sight to be beheld. Todd's eyes lingered on the their muscled legs as they pounded to the beat. If he wasn't terrified he would have been really enjoying the show.

Suddenly, the Armadillo's voice sounded over the music track, "Now for audience participation." As the young woman continued to dance, the older one began to walk down the aisle and past the booths, lingering before each one. Stopping at Todd and Jimmy's booth, she reached out with her left hand to him. Todd looked at it with terror. "Do be a good boy and work with the ladies young man, we don't want any unpleasantness, do we?" Looking from the old ladies hand to the Armadillo and back again, Todd thought of the gun. Despite himself he reached out to her as he stood. Her soft hand, sheathed in some kind of weird fabric grabbed his wrist and pulled him after her. Todd couldn't believe that she could be capable of such strength. She was fit looking, but not so as you would think she has such a grip of iron. As the young one danced, Todd was pulled after the older lady.

Despite the frantic situation, Todd couldn't resist his male impulses and looked over the woman pulling him. She was older, but her tight little rear, lovely legs, and fit body were a sight to behold. Especially in her odd outfit. The pink leotard hugged her every curve. As she led him toward the other two, the spiked heels of her boots clicked with her walking rhythm.

As they joined the others, the old woman spun Todd around and grabbed him by his arms. As she held him there, the young one began to dance seductively toward him. The liquid sexual movements of her dancing captured all of Todd's attention, despite the look of utter disgust on her face. As she continued her dance, Todd felt his member straining against the material of his pants. Slowly the young woman approached. Todd flexed against the older lady's superhuman grip, finding no give.

Finally, the young one came in close to him, delicately balanced on the pink shafts of her boots heels. As the music slowed a bit, she turned around and began to grind her taught butt into Todd's crotch. Even though he was scared beyond belief, he couldn't stifle his natural male impulses. Fully aroused, he gave into the pulsing sensations her movements created. Tearing up a bit at the horror of it all, Todd glanced at the other hostages, each of them wearing looks of fear and disgust at what they were being **** to bear witness too. Todd couldn't help but cry with the utter humiliation of it all.

After a few minutes, the young woman turned around and faced Todd. Hopping up a bit, she wrapped her arms around the back of his neck. At the same instant, her long slender legs snaked around his waist until the heels of her boots clicked. Once mounted, she stayed there, locked onto Todd. In the next instant, the old woman picked them both up, hoisting the two interlocked young people off of the ground. Her arms held them a bit off the ground, directly out from her chest. Todd's feet dangled a couple inches off the ground, even as the young woman maintained her hold on his upper body.

The old woman slowly dropped to the ground, bringing Todd and the girl wrapped around him onto her lap in her sitting position. Her arms wrapped around Todd, and then the young woman's back, holding them in an embrace. Her legs bent up off the ground slightly, with the soles and heels of her boots flat on the ground. Tossing the gun over onto the counter, the middle aged woman climbed down behind the young woman, pulling her legs around Todd and her, and around the back of the older lady. Reaching around the young man and woman, her hands firmly grasped the upper arms of the old lady. When they were finished, the four sat there in a mass or intertwined arms and legs, like some game of twister gone wrong. A human knot.

Shocked by the whole thing, the other patrons didn't even chance to move after the middle aged woman tossed the gun. Finally, the Armadillo's voice rang out once more. "Well folks, I hope you enjoyed the show. Sanchez ladies, your free. Sort of. Hahahahahahhahahahahahahhahahahaha!"

Todd felt a strange shudder run through the three women wrapped around him. All three's bodies went rigid. As the moment passed, Todd strained against his position, trying to extricate himself from the mass. Even with all of his effort, he just couldn't shift the women snaked around him. "Hey, somebody help!" he shouted.

Cautiously, Jimmy and a waitress approached the mass of people on the floor. Even as they approached, Todd continued to strain against his fleshy jail. Gingerly, the waitress unbuckled the ball gag on the middle aged woman's face. As it came out she began to speak rapidly. "Oh god, we're locked like this..., the Sense-sheath, I can't move!" Jimmy and the waitress tried to pull them all apart, but couldn't budge the women's sheathed bodies. They might as well have been pushing on granite.

As the cook called the police and other people began to tug uselessly at the four intertwined people, Todd found himself praying that somebody could figure out a way to undo this mess.