Miss Patriot pulls on the door to the office, unlike the other door this one opens easy. She is surprised to see two people standing on the other side of the door. Miss Patriot is also surprised when a cloud of gas is sprayed in her face. The heroine staggers back against a stack of boxes, covering her mouth and nose, but the damage is already done, she has already inhaled the fumes, Miss Patriot’s vision goes dark and she slumps into unconsiousness.
When Miss Patriot comes to, she finds herself restrained spread eagled in the upright position. Her arms are secured at the wrist by thick steel bands, and her legs are similarly secured. There is also a large metal band running across her stomach, over her belly button. Immediately Miss Patriot struggles to break the bands, no luck. Either the bands are too strong, or she is still weakened from the gas.
“Ah the heroine awakens….did you have a nice nap?” Miss Patriot hears a feminine voice.
Looking across the room she sees two women in white lab coats. One is taller with blonde hair, the other is shorter with curly brunette hair. The two women walk across the room to the captive Miss Patriot, stopping a few feet in front of the heroine. Miss Patriot can feel their eyes roaming up and down her naked body. The blonde cups Miss Patriot’s mound, and rubs her hand through the short sparse patch of dark pubic hairs that cover Miss Patriot’s pussy.
“Such a lovely pussy.” The blonde says, watching Miss Patriot squirm. Then removing her hand, the blonde continued. “I wish I could play with you more now, but I have other matters to attend to. My assistant here is going to study you.”
The blonde woman turned and left the room, leaving Miss Patriot with the woman’s shorter brunette assistant. She saw the assistant staring at her body hungerly, clearly lusting over the heroine’s body. Then the assistant seemed to focus on what she needed to do. The short brunette placed a tiara on Miss Patriot’s head that had wires attached to it and two lights on the front.
“This is the brain scanner…” the assistant said. “it will allow us to read your thoughts, and put new thoughts into your mind.”
The woman then took a second device which was shaped like a small cup and had a wire attached to the end surrounded by a series of LED lights. She placed the cup securely over Miss Patriot’s vulnerable mound, and made sure it was on tight.
“And this is the stimulator.” The brunette said, walking towards a computer terminal on the other side of the room.
The brunette flipped a switch and Miss Patriot’s head jerked back. She could feel pain as the brain scanner interfaced with her mind. It was a sharp stabbing pain in her temples. Miss Patriot tried to close her eyes and block out the pain. The other woman flipped a second switch, activating the stimulator. The lights around the outside started flashing. Then Miss Patriot’s hips jumped as she felt the stimulator start to work. The heroine started moving her hips in response to the stimulation.
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