Chapter 5
by 
Swigggity swoot
What could they be made to do now?
The Cheerleader Interview
Audrey Russell was a seasoned reporter with seven years of experience under her belt. She was 29 and at the top of her game as an investigative journalist. While working for the Times she amassed a wall full of awards. She was a very attractive woman. Her short black hair accentuated her gray eyes and frequent gym workouts kept her fit. Now she walked down the trail of a lesser known state park trying to keep her courage with her. She wore a sweatshirt, sweatpants and some simple tennis shoes. The cold night air made her wish she had brought a jacket on her little jaunt but she was to far along now to go back. At the end of this trail was the story of a lifetime.
The Hostage Cheerleader Gang was all over the news. Those poor women, their bodies hijacked by some mysterious genius had reappeared just over a month after the initial incident. But over the course of the last two weeks they made numerous reappearances. All in bank robberies. Helpless to resist the remote control placed on them, they had gone on an incredibly successful crime spree stealing millions. The security footage was a sight to see, six seemingly normal women dressed as cheerleaders brandishing firearms while a stuffed animal ran the show. The film of their faces was heartbreaking. Anyone could see the looks of terror on all of their faces as they were **** to do the bidding of a madman. The televised pleas of their families only made it more tragic.
The quest to understand every aspect of this story lead Audrey right here. Earlier that week she received a call from the cheerleader's supposed controller and was offered an interview. She was skeptical at first and almost thought the person was crazy. Even so the caller persisted and told her to remember the street names Albacore and Tuna streets. A day later banks on both of those streets were robbed by the cheerleaders. That was more than enough to convince Audrey of the caller's authenticity. She received another call from him and told her if she wanted the whole story then she was to come alone to a secluded spot and tell no one. He wanted his side of the story to be told.
It all lead to this moment, walking two miles down the trail Audrey reached her destination. It was a clearing with a single light overhead and three wooden picnic tables. She approached cautiously and stepped into the light to sit at a table. After fifteen minutes passed she was startled by a strange voice with an electronic echo coming from ahead of her. "Hello Ms. Russell. We're so glad you could make it." A figure walked into the light. Audrey recognized her immediately. Marica Drake's body still covered in the Sense-Sheath. Her body held the tell-tale sheen of the material that commanded her every action. The white vest and shorts, paired with the blue tank top and white go-go boots were unmistakable. She had been kidnapped with her daughter Anne Drake on that fateful day and they were **** to join the group of enslaved women and their little crime syndicate. Her face held a haunted disheveled look, in sharp contrast to her perfect hair. She had the most heartbreaking look of sadness in her eyes and her mouth was gagged with a bondage style ball gag. In her arms was the stuffed armadillo that the voice originated from.
Setting the armadillo on the table across from Audrey, Mrs. Drake sat down next to it and her hands folded themselves on the table. Audrey overcame her apprehension and spoke, "Er, hello. Thank you for granting me this opportunity to interview you." The armadillo answered with a calm voice "It's my pleasure Mrs. Russell. I've enjoyed your work for a couple of years now, how could I resist this opportunity to speak with you myself? Might I say you are even more lovely in person?" Slightly uncomfortable Audrey thanked him and he continued to speak. "I'm sure you are wondering why else I might have invited you here tonight Ms. Russell. I want the public to be fully aware of who I am and what I have accomplished. I feel other reporters haven't quite done my story justice." Rising to the occasion Audrey quickly responded "The public thinks you're a demented madman. Why exactly are you doing this? When are you going to release these women?" "I'll respond with an official statement in a bit. I thought you might like to ask Mrs. Drake a few questions first." Audrey looked to the woman dressed as an adolescent boy's eye candy calmly sitting in her spot. She was struck by the contrast in the woman's calm demeanor and her sullen expression. Her bodies actions and mannerisms completely contradicted her facial expressions. Marcia's Sense-Sheath coated hands reached behind her head and undid the clasp holding the gag in place. They placed in before her on the table as she took a second to move her jaw and adjust to the freedom to close her mouth. "It's alright Marcia, answer Audrey's questions." Trying to maintain her professionalism Audrey addressed Marcia. "Mrs. Drake, how are you? Are you okay? Are there any messages you want me to relay?" With quivering lips Marcia Drake, former millionaire's wife, now **** cheerleader, spoke. "I-I'm terrible. I don't have control over my own actions anymore. Every day I'm **** to do whatever this monster who watches me from far away wants. He makes us parade around in these humiliating costumes. He makes us perform dances to music. Worse still he's done this to my daughter." Tears formed in Marcia's eyes and began to stream down her face. "My Annie and I are just his toys." Struggling to maintain her composure she uttered one last sentence. "Tell Carl to find this bastard and free us, tell everyone we need help. You can't imagine-" She was cut off by her hands placing the gag back in her mouth and clasping it right as her voice began to show anger, once again silencing her. "That's enough Marcia. We don't need to expose Audrey to your hysterics." His voiced trailed off with laughter.
Audrey was disgusted. She was getting her story but the sickening presence of this son of a bitch was nearly enough to make her walk out right now. Her heart went out to the women. "Now perk up your ears Ms. Russell, I'm going to give you my statement." Clearing his throat for dramatic effect he continued. "I want everyone exposed to this tale and know that my genius is unparalleled. I've turned other's technologies against them and used it in ways undreamed of. What started as a simple scheme to make a quick buck has become so much more. I want it known to all that I will never be caught." Waiting for a moment Audrey spoke up. "Is that it? A super villain rant? Surely you can do better. The American public would-" She was cut off by the armadillo's voice "That will have to do Ms. Russell. This television moment will say all I wish to the American people." Blinking Audrey said "Television? I'm sorry but you must be mistaken, I'm a print reporter. This is going to be written in an article."
Laughter echoed through the clearing as the armadillo's speaker sounded loudly. "Every television in the world is going to want a copy of this tape Audrey." Marcia's enshrouded hand pointed off to the side. A light came on and revealed a tripod with a camera on top. "What is this all about?" She asked. "I needed someone to interview me Audrey. That was no lie. I've also been such a fan of yours. You're just so damn cute. And well. . . I did have a spare costume lying around!" With that the five other cheerleaders rushed out of the darkness while the armadillo laughed. All five converged on Audrey. Horrified she sprang to her feet and tried to escape. As one, Four of the five women grabbed a limb and hoisted her from the ground. "let me go! You can't do this!" Audrey screamed. Marica picked up the armadillo and carried it over as if to give it a better view. She struggled against the cheerleader's enhanced strength. The final cheerleader approached, an older woman with a sullen look in her eyes as she carried over a box. With deft movements and surprising speed the group stripped Audrey to her bra and panties. Still restrained the older woman removed the sleek stocking from the box and with the assistance of the others, began to slide it up Audrey's legs. Without hesitation they pulled it over her torso and **** her arms into the sleeves. The only skin left uncovered just like the others was her head and a cleavage cut-out. Next the cheerleaders pulled out the shite short-shorts and slid them up Audrey's shimmering legs. Even with all of her strength, Audrey was helpless to fight the women. They dressed her in the vest and lastly slipped her feet into the boots. They finally placed Audrey on her feet and backed away with tears in their eyes. They clearly hated being **** to subject another woman to their torment. Audrey stood there panting, unsure of what to do. "Go ahead and run Ms. Russell. Should you so choose." The armadillo cackled. She bolted from her spot and ran as fast a she could away from the clearing.
Scared witless she ran. Not an easy thing to do in the heeled go-go boots. She ran on instinct with no thought as to where she was actually going. After almost ten minutes she slowed to a stop. Exhausted from her ordeal she bent over for a minute to catch her breath. She became very aware of the Sense-Sheath that now coated her body just as it did of the other cheerleaders. It was all over her! She wore the very suit that enslaved six other women. Audrey tore at the clothed and Sense-Sheath with all she had to no avail. She tried to remove the top, shorts, anything she could but it was futile. Nothing would so much as even be scratched by her attempts let alone actually slide off her body.
Speaking of, as she clawed and ripped at the suit Audrey was overcome with a terrible sensation. A rippling wave passed through every part of her body the Sense-Sheath touched. Audrey convulsed for a second then shot into ramrod straight posture. She couldn't move! Her arms and legs refused to respond to her commands! she tried to move something. Anything! But it was impossible. "Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God!" She muttered over and over again. Suddenly she spun on her heel and began walking the direction she came from. With calm precision her body made its way through the forest. Each step made to look sensual with her hips rolling as she walked, her feet crossed with every step and her arms swung proudly. Tears streamed down her face as her body sauntered back to the clearing. She tried to stop her errant body but it was no use. Her cheerleading uniform was now in charge and it made sure she knew it with every step. Several minutes later she stepped onto a road and continued down until she was met with a van and the rest of the cheerleaders. She heard the steady footsteps her boots made using her legs. On reaching the group they all began to climb into the van except for Marcia Drake. Still gagged she approached Audrey and extended out her hand. In it was another ball gag. Audrey's own enslaved hands reached out and accepted the item. They then began to slowly raise it to her mouth. "Nooooooooo!" She screamed. She struggled to resist but her hands showed no mercy as they silenced her just like the others and clasped the gag around the back of her head. Marica climbed into the front passenger seat and Audrey's own body climbed into the driver's seat. The armadillo, now sitting in Marcia's lap, laughed and said "Now I have seven! You my dear Audrey will be driving us to your new home." The voice laughed as Audrey's foot pressed on the throttle and her arms guided the vehicle onto the road and drove off into the night.