The Cheerleader Takeover

Before we begin I want to give credit to Ardvark on mcstories. They wrote the original version of this story and I wanted to expand on it. This is not meant to take any credit away from Ardvark in any way! Here is the link to the original story, please check it out as it deserves the attention! https://mcstories.com/CheerleaderTakeover/index.html

It was a big day for Drake Industries. The corporation was about to demonstrate some of it's latest technological developments. A small media group would witness the unveiling of this mysterious new technology. Mr. Carl Drake, the 53 year old founder and chairman of the company finished shaking the hand of his head scientist when his media coordinator initiated a conversation. "We should be in for quite the performance today Carl." "I should hope so Rod, we are counting on making quite the impression." Rod had always come of as a sleazy car salesman to Carl, but if there was one thing he knew how to do it was sell a product. "No worries, this demo will get all the attention it needs to make a profit on the research costs. I got just the right amount of sexy to grab everyone's attention."

Ignoring Rod's last comment, Mr. Drake joined his wife and daughter, who were here for the show. Marcia had aged wonderfully in her time on Earth. Platinum blond hair combined with a dynamite figure lead many to believe she was still in her prime. She was never shy to let them know she was 47. It often lead to them being even further impressed. Her daughter Anne was a beautiful 19 year old preparing to leave for college within the next couple months. Both of them were amazing supports for Carl during press events like this.

The media crews had their camera's set and ready to go. Microphones were wired and reporters were eager to see what was to be revealed. The Drake family took their seats on the side of the stage while Rod approached the microphone. "Good afternoon everyone! We're very glad to see you all here today and would like to thank you for attending our demonstration." Rod cleared his throat quickly before continuing. "Let's introduce you to our volunteers, please come out ladies." Four women walked on stage from behind a curtain. The first to appear was an attractive woman of perhaps 45, wearing horn rimmed glasses and her gray streaked hair in a bun leading the procession. She may have been older but aged like fine wine, keeping a youthful figure with clear athletic toning. She wore a green pantsuit. Next in line was a short, pretty Latina who looked to be in her early twenties. her brown hair was tied back in a pony tail and she wore a jogging suit. Third came a woman with strawberry blond hair and bright blue eyes. She was fit but had a little pudge up front. Lastly was a teenager in a fast food restaurant uniform. She was youthful and pretty, with stringy blond hair. They lined up next to each other on stage with nervous smiles and looked to Rod when he began speaking. "We found these women at a local mall and asked them if they would mind participating in our demonstration today." He paused and looked back to the audience. "They graciously consented to do so. They are all in good health and are in for as much as a surprise as you are." A woman in a lab coat came on stage and Rod gestured to the volunteers. "Please follow Dr. Edwards ladies. We will wait for you out here." They all followed the scientist and rod turned to address the audience again,

"While we wait, the ladies are being dressed in Drake Industries latest development, Sense-Sheath." Rod then held up what looked like pantyhose material, tan but with an unusual slight shimmer to it. "Sense-Sheath is a skin tight, soft, muscular enhancer than can be controlled by a computer system. Making computer precise actions possible for the wearer." The crowd watched intently and reporters murmured quietly. Rod continued "Right now, the ladies are putting on their Sense-Sheath body suits and special uniforms." Now grinning widely he went one. "None of them have had any special training or experience in dance, gymnastics or movement. This may be startling considering what you are about to witness."

Slowly the four women walked back on stage. Each wore a flesh toned body suit, apparently made of the Sense-Sheath material. The body suits covered the entire body save for the head and a V-neck plunge at their chests. Over the body suit each woman wore a cheerleader's uniform. It consisted of a blue tank top with a white star on the chest, a white vest, matching white hot-pant shorts, and a pair of white knee-high go-go boots with four inch heels and in each had was a white pom-pom. The unusual shimmer gave the women's skin a strange sheen.

The women once again lined up next to each other on stage as Rod addressed the audience. "Now, our facilities computer will take over for the ladies, providing it's precise control." The girls shared looks of mild confusion as each of their bodies briefly shook a little. "Don't worry girls, just enjoy the ride." Rod offered. The cheerleaders smiled nervously in response.

"Now let's go!!!" Rod bellowed. A fast moving techno beat came over the sound system. Simultaneously each of the women began to perform in perfect unison. Surprised looks of wonder crossed each of the cheerleader's faces as they went into a series of perfectly synchronized dance steps and cheering routines. The audience was awestruck and Carl Drake smiled widely as the reporters talked excitedly amongst themselves. It was a mind boggling experience to witness. These normal women performing with such precision, grace and skill. The act continued and the women began to get smile more and give the audience winks and grins. The song switched to HandClap by Fits and the Tantrums, the cheerleaders stood in a arrow formation backs straight hands up and clapping on beat to the song. The act continued for another ten minutes, switching songs and dance styles seamlessly, all without the women's input. Just as the cheerleaders began to look a little flustered and tired the performance reached it's climax finishing off with all of the women performing simultaneous splits, landing with perfect timing.

"Let's hear it four our volunteers here at Drake Industries!" The audience erupted into applause and crowded around the front of the stage, buffeting Mr. Drake with questions. In the chaos no one paid any mind to the cheerleaders. Panting slightly as they all rose to their feet, they began walking to a tool box still under the direction of the Sense-Sheath. "Shouldn't we be able to control ourselves now? Why are we still moving according to the computer?" asked the oldest of the women.

With speed and precision they opened the top of the tool box and pulled out three pistols. The strawberry blond girl reached into the bottom and retrieved a stuffed armadillo with a metal grill in the mouth and camera lenses for eyes. Shouting hysterically the girls cried for help. The crowd turned their attention to the girls as they rushed to block the exits and aimed their new arms at them. A single gunshot rang out as the Latina involuntarily fired into the air. "Everybody silent now, or somebody dies!" A metallic voice came from the armadillo cradled in the cheerleader's arms. Silence swallowed the room. The older woman with glasses looked horrified at her threat, the Latina held desperation on her face. The other two remained quiet as tears streamed down their faces. "Everyone on their knees, I have taken control of this facility." Announced the armadillo.

The Latina held her weapon steady, aimed at the audience as the teenager and older woman approached the kneeling crowd. Their boots clicking on the floor. They reached the Drake family and motioned for his wife and daughter to stand. Carl protested, the teenager was to smack him over the head, her strength magnified by the Sense-Sheath. "Stay down and quiet Carl, or your little ladies will suffer for it." The armadillo snarled. Slowly, Drakes lovely wife and beautiful daughter were ushered out of the room by the two over-ridden, helpless cheerleaders.

Carl lost his temper, "Who are you? What do you want? How did you do this?!" A static squawk crackled from the armadillo's speaker. "Consider me a fellow entrepreneur Carl. A clever man who hacked into your network." The cheerleader holding the armadillo slowly advanced on Carl Drake. She stopped only a few feet shy of him, tears streaming down her cheeks. "I have taken control over everything here, and used my own computers to assume control over these lovely ladies. Now you will drive to your bank and accept the 4.5 million in cash that I have told the bank to withdraw from your account. Say nothing to anyone while you do so. You will bring it back here when you have finished the transaction." The bellied strawberry blond held the armadillo out and used it to gesture towards the door. "And to make sure you're doubly inclined to cooperate I have decided to add two more tasty ladies to my cheerleading squad."

The older woman and stringy haired teen came back in, guns levelled at the crowd. Behind them dressed in the same white vests, shorts blue tank tops, and white go-go boots were Carl's wife and daughter. Their bodies held the same Sense-Sheath sheen the rest of the cheerleaders had. His wife, Marcia looked pale, her mouth ever so slightly open as she breathed deeply. His daughter Anne looked panicked, her chest heaved as she breathed rapidly. In perfect rhythm the four cheerleaders walked in, heels clacking against the floor. "Oh God. . ." Gasped Carl. Cutting him off the armadillo bellowed "NO TALKING! Keep quiet Carl." The blonde hugged the stuffed animal to herself as it continued to speak. "Before I send you on your way, I wish to demonstrate Sense-Sheath's effectiveness, in case you think of any way to get out of this. Take it away Drake Ladies!" Once again HandClap came on the speakers, the lyrics taking a much darker meaning now as Marcia and Anne were to dance and clap to the song. Their bodies were perfectly synced, as the song changed to back to the fast techno beat music and they switched to a cheer and dance combination routine. This continued on for several minutes before the music changed again. This time it was Motley Crue's 'Girls, Girls, Girls'. The mother and daughter's cheer routine shifted to a lurid tandem catwalk dance. Like strippers, they were to massage and caress each other in ways they had never done before. Hands drifted across one's ass, the other's to her partner's breasts, playfully jiggling and smacking each others assets before separating for a moment. Only for Anne to turn around and bend forward pressing her ass into her mother's crotch and grinding. Marcia's hips followed her daughter's movements and kept their lower halves pressed together.

All of this lead to each of the women losing what little composure they had left. Balling their eyes out they danced, grinded and caressed. Carl lost his composure too, crying out "Alright you bastard, stop it! I'll do what ever you want just please let them go!" His face was beet red, his eyes teared with anger and frustration.

The music stopped and the two women were returned to a calm standing position, hands at their sides and feet naturally apart. "Okay Carl, calm down. We were just having a little fun." Laughed the armadillo. "Now go get my money and keep your mouth shut." The music kicked on once again, a rapid tempo marching band song played and the two new cheerleaders began another cheer and dance routine. "You should hurry Carl, they might get tired if you take to long." The armadillo said darkly.