The usual indeed

They took the rest of the day to set up the equipment in an empty room of the mansion before setting to work. They were once again blinded while they performed their tests. This continued for two months with bi-weekly breaks to commit more bank robberies. The police were always left with minimal evidence as to the whereabouts of the hostage cheerleaders.

Their mysterious research continued unhindered during that time on the same strict schedule as before. The sexual acts they were **** to perform on themselves and each other had ceased for the moment. Opting instead for their teasing cheer and dance routines.

Today found Marcia and Anne marching down a hall to the dance studio. Walking side by side, their heels clacked against the floor in unison and their hips jerked side to side to emphasize their round, toned asses. Approaching the room they looked at each other seeking comfort. Marcia's hand opened the door and they strutted in with a confidence not their own and stopped in front of the main stage. "Hello Drake ladies! I have a gift for you two today. Something to make you feel a little prettier. I hope you enjoy it." They took notice of a small velvet box on the stage. Anne's arms reached out and opened the box to reveal a makeup pallet. "Makeup? Why would you give us makeup?" Anne asked, genuinely curious towards their captor's intentions. "I want you to look pretty ladies and I hoped you might enjoy the opportunity to use a product from the outside." His voice held an innocent tone that the women found off-putting. Regardless, they found themselves reaching out to the pallet and picking up some brushes that also sat inside the box. "Either way you will be applying it. But your cooperation will make things much simpler and the makeup will look much better. After all, imagine if I let ruined makeup sit on your face while you robbed a bank. Wouldn't that be humiliating?" The voice giggled at the thought. Anne and Marcia kept their faces relaxed and tried their best to work with their hands as the makeup was applied. They were both grateful it wasn't a heavy amount. Just a thin coat meant to enhance their natural beauty. After a few minutes they each came to the last item. Cherry red lipstick. Anne took it first and puckered her lips. Her hand applied it and she rubbed her lips together for a moment. Marcia followed suit when her hand took the tube.

"You both look wonderful! Absolutely stunning. Before I send you off, do you have any questions you might like to ask?" His voice held anticipation, like he was excited for something to happen. Anne spoke up, "Why did you call us two? Why-" Her lips suddenly sealed themselves shut midsentence "Mmmmpf! Hm?! MMMMMM!" Try as she might, she couldn't get her lips to obey her. Marcia opened her mouth to yell but her lips also slammed shut, as if they were magnetized to each other.

Both women looked at each other in fear. Laughter came over the speakers. "I love it! That make up is what you have been researching and developing for me ladies. It's an off-shoot of Sense-Sheath and gives me control of the surface it's applied to!" The laughter continued and the girls eyes widened. This man had complete control of their faces now?! They couldn't even flex their cheek muscles. They were complete puppets to his whims. Their bodies climbed onto the stage while he spoke again. "Let me demonstrate the extent of this new advancement. I can make you display any emotion I want now. No more crying or dirty looks while you perform!" As his sentence finished the cheerleader's eyes became half-lidded, seductive looks took over their faces and they began to dance sensually in tandem.

They danced on the stage together with **** expressions of enjoyment and lust on their painted faces. They switched to a lurid strip dance, undressing each other to reveal their uncovered breasts. Now topless they embraced tightly and found themselves **** to kiss and make-out while aggressively groping each other. They hummed into each other's mouths but it was futile. There was nothing they could do as their lips mingled. After a few minutes Anne's mouth broke the kiss and began to move downwards kissing her mother's neck and chest as she descended. Marcia meanwhile, grabbed her own tits to present them to her daughter. Anne's body wasted no time in latching onto her mother's nipple and having it's way. They both felt humiliation and disgust at their unwilling actions but their helplessness was undeniable. Anne switched breasts, her controlled mouth worshipping each tit with equal vigor. Marcia found herself rubbing the front of Anne's pants, trying to stimulate her through her remaining uniform.

The air took a familiar sweet smell and both cheerleaders felt their pulse below their bellies again. They both knew their physiology was being manipulated against them. But the need to breathe made sure they inhaled the aphrodisiac. In turn they grew more aroused by the second. They sunk to their knees on the stage, their bodies no longer worried about dancing. Anne returned to kissing her mother while massaging breasts she was just **** to worship. Marcia's hands took hold of Anne's ass and squeezed hard. Shaking Anne's flesh with her hands and manipulating her cheeks energetically.

Anne soon found her mother's body dominating her own and pushing her to the stage floor. Marcia turned herself around Anne so they were kissing upside down, Spider-Man style, on the floor. They broke this kiss, breathless from their compulsory kissing. Then Marcia moved down her daughter's body to her chest while dangling her own in front of Anne's face. They realized what they were about to do a second before it happened. They both latched onto each other's tits. Kissing, sucking, motorboating and groping. Everything a woman could do to a pair of breasts with her hands and lips were exactly what they found themselves doing. The only thing they could avoid was licking as the inside of their mouths were the one thing they were still in control of. Their captor would have to correct that.

Their tit-play ended after two minutes. Their pussies were nearly dripping wet by now. A clatter came from backstage and two vibrators came sliding across the floor. Before they could grab the toys though they needed to rid themselves of their bottoms and boots. Marcia removed herself from her daughter and rolled to the side to sit on her butt. She seductively leaned forward to grasp the top of her right boot and slowly unzipped it before peeling it off. She followed the same motions with her left boot, a sexy smile **** onto her face the entire time. Anne followed her mother's example and stripped herself of her boots before springing onto her knees with her upper-legs holding her up and one foot crossing over the other behind her. Her hips gyrated and she played with the edge of her hot pants before tracing her fingers around the hem. They took a final resting place on her own ass and gently played with it. Marcia was **** to kneel behind Anne and kiss her neck while tracing her hands to the front of Anne's hot-pants. They continued this teasing dance for half a minutes before Marcia's hands began to slowly work Anne's shorts down her legs. Anne's face was put into a lustful smile as she was stripped by her mother, still gyrating her hips slowly. Marcia's hands brought the shorts to the very edge and stopped just before revealing her daughter's bare pussy. Her left hand reached over and grabbed hold of a vibrator. She reached in front of her again and slid her hand down Anne's shorts with the vibrator, teasing Anne's pussy and lubricating the toy before turning it on and sliding it in. Anne's mouth opened and she let out a guttural moan at the sudden pleasure. Her hands remained glued to her ass, halfway on the low hanging shorts, and half way off. Marcia's hands returned to the pant's edges and finally pulled them all the way down to Anne's knees. She reached around to her daughter's front side. One hand grabbed the end of the toy that still stuck out and began to slowly move it. Left and right, forward and backward, in and out. She moved the vibrator in every direction before pushing it back into its original position. She then inserted one finger into Anne's wet pussy and fingered her slowly. Anne's moans increased in volume and her mouth held a wide "O" shape. Her hands then reached behind her to grab her mother's hips and pull the two of them closer together. Marcia's legs spread as she was pulled forward and felt her clothed pelvis press against Anne's naked dancing ass. Her free hand took hold of Anne's neck and gently squeezed the sides, putting pressure on the veins but not cutting off air flow. This pressure heightened Anne's sense's and adrenaline was released only further increasing her sensitivity to the situation.