Time for some upgrades

Making their way through the white hallways, the only sound the clicking steps of their boots, the four women traveled a path not of their choosing. After entering a large open room, the other three took up positions in a line across from Gloria. The young woman passed the armadillo to Gloria and returned to her place in line. "You ladies go ahead and practice while Gloria and I catch up." the voice from the armadillo's speaker commanded. In eerie silence, the ball gagged cheerleaders began to perform one of those synchronized routines that Gloria was all too familiar with. In time, each lifted their boots off the ground, thrust their hips, and waved their pom-poms. Gloria looked at their faces, overcome with empathy and pity. Fear and confusion clearly shown in the middle aged women's eyes. Gloria had no idea who they were, but she knew exactly what they were going through."Let's go Gloria." the armadillo snapped.

With the stuffed animal cradled in her arms, Gloria walked out into the hallways at a steady, controlled pace. Anger washed over her. It was all so damned unbearable. After regaining her freedom for all too brief a time, she was back in this atrocious situation. A woman of her age, of her intellect, of her refined tastes, **** to wear a ridiculous costume like this. So much of her admittedly fit and lovely form offered up on display as erotic eye candy, dressed like some idiotic professional cheer-leader! If only that were all there were to it. The Sense-sheath that covered most of her body had her completely in it's power. She couldn't move a muscle on her own. All of her actions were being determined by it's overwhelming ****. Even though she wanted with all of her might to run away, to strip these garments off of her body, to throw that stupid armadillo to the ground, all Gloria could do was walk to where her "master" commanded.

Gloria walked into a large circular room and set the armadillo on the ground. Stepping back, she reached up with her arms and removed the ball gag from her mouth, letting it fall to the ground. Stretching her mouth, Gloria gave into a momentary relief. Standing rigid she looked down at her captor's mouthpiece. "Why couldn't you just leave me alone!?!" Chocked a bit by emotion, Gloria managed to continue, "Don't you have any compassion at all, you made me do all of those awful things for so long. Wasn't that enough?!?" Unable to contain herself any longer, Gloria's eyes burst forth tears as she gave into crying.

"Tsk-tsk Gloria. Was it really so bad? I would think it was nice to be treated so well. I took care of you girls so very well and all I asked in return was total obedience. It was a rather nice arrangement wasn't it?" the armadillo replied.

"Nice arrangement!?!? You bastard! What kind of sick monster gets off on putting people through this! We are people, not playthings! We're not toys here just for your amusement! We all have families and friends and...." her words stopped as her body took action. Despite all of her anger and venom, Gloria's body bent forward and picked the ball gag back up, bringing it toward her. "No, not again! What, did I strike a cord? Afraid to hear..." her voice was muffled as her own hands **** the gag into her mouth, fastening the clasp behind her head.

"I had hoped we could have a nice conversation, but apparently your misplaced emotion necessitates a simple lecture." the armadillo actually sounded a little sad. A large mirror slowly slid up from the floor directly behind the armadillo. Gloria could see herself standing there reflected. Her perfect posture was only spoiled by her tear swollen eyes and gagged mouth. "I've made many improvements since you were last a part of the squad Gloria. As he continued, Gloria's hands began to feel herself. Guided by the Sense-sheath, her delicate digits began to caress and probe her own body, seemingly luxuriating in the smooth texture of the Sense-sheath, and lingering on the fabric of her cheer leading attire. "I've incorporated a type of molecular weld that bonds the Sense-sheath to your flesh, only a proper coded transmission will allow it to be removed."

Gloria didn't like the sound of that. She felt sick deep down, fear turning round her insides at the thought that he made it even more difficult for anyone to free them. "I've also added many improvements to the material itself. I can use it as a broadcast antenna, and have numerous effects on transmissions and energy systems. I don't guess you know what that means. You'll just have to wait for appropriate demonstrations."

Even though she knew it was useless to do so, Gloria struggled and pushed at her cloth prison. Her legs and arms flexed, her feet pushed against the soles of those stupid high-heeled boots. The only thing she accomplished was a rapid back and forth head motion. The Sense-sheath just wasn't budging.

The armadillo chuckled. "I've saved the best for last Gloria. This little stuffed animal has served me well as a voice, but times change." A soft stepping noise drew Gloria's attention to the door. A small, two and half foot tall blue and white armadillo walked in. A smile on it's very articulate face. Gloria's shock was apparent in her wide eyes. "I call him version two" the new armadillo's smiling little cartoon like face told her. "the latest in cybernetic and robotic advances." It seemingly chuckled as it skipped over to Gloria, walking on it's hind legs like some miniature theme park mascot. "It's going to be wonderful to work with you Gloria." It said, bending forward in a bow while offering it's right hand in apparent friendship. Gloria's puppet like body shook it's hand like an old friend, even while her face shown with revulsion. Gloria's skin crawled at the sight and touch of the creepy little robot. "Our first order of business is going to be getting your wayward little fellow cheerleaders back." it chuckled.

Even knowing it was useless, Gloria tried to **** words through the gag, her eyes pleading to her tormentor's little animated spokesman. She was horrified at the thought of having to go out and recapture the others.

"Yes indeed Gloria, that is job one." The little furred imp bounded up onto Gloria, crawling around her back until it took up a position like a small child getting a piggy-back ride. It's sneering little face pushed forward as it's chin rested on Gloria's left shoulder. "Let's go check on your new friends shall we?"

Gloria's perfectly postured body walked from the room, hands straight down to her sides, heels clicking in time with her gait. Gloria's head wasn't even looking toward her path. She continued to look at the armadillo's face on her shoulder, mumbling through the ball gag, pleading for him to end this madness. He just laughed as his legs wrapped around her thighs. It's furry little arms did likewise with her upper arms, and it's rat like tail coiled around her midriff. Gloria continued her frantic pleas as her overridden body marched her back into the hall, taking her new controller to her new sisters in cheer-leader-hood.