The brunette woman walked over to where Miss Patriot was restrained and stood next to her. She looked over Miss Patriot, noting the heroine gritting her teeth and breathing heavily, trying to resist the effects of the Mind Sifter and the stimulator. The woman ran her fingertip over Miss Patriot’s abs to her belly. “The more you try to fight this the harder it will be. I want to ask you some questions and if you answer me this won’t be so bad. Now, why are you here Miss Patriot?”
Miss Patriot shut her eyes and tried to concentrate on something silly and meaningless. The Mind Sifter was trying to burrow into her brain and it was creating a dull pain in her skull. She feared what it would feel like on a higher intensity. Unconsiously her mind wanted to think about the question, why she was there, but Miss Patriot did not want to do that, which was the reason she was instead thinking about something crazy. It was difficult to concentrate on resisting though because of the stimulator, the device between her thighs and over her sex. It was sending pleasurable waves through her genitals. Miss Patriot realized that long term exposure to this device or its use on high settings would easily break someone.
“I didn’t think you would listen to me.” The brunette woman turned and twisted a dial on the machine. Her lab coat swishing as she did so. “now you are going to see what I mean.” She looked at Miss Patriot. “If you do as you are asked I can make this less painful and more pleasurable. Now why are you here?”
The pain in Miss Patriot’s head intensify, changing from the dull throbbing to a sharp spike. Tears started to run down Miss Patriot’s cheek, it felt like a screw was being turned into her brain. “I I’m here because I was investigating a series of break ins and I found a map to this location.” Miss Patriot said.
“Good.” The brunette woman turned the dial back down, lessening the pain in Miss patriot’s head. “See I mean what I said. Robin Falkesgrath is the lead detective investigating the break ins” The woman said referring to the female police detective who had been stated in the paper as looking in to the matter. “Are you working with her?”
“No.” Miss patriot replied.
“Are you sure?” the brunette turned a different dial, this time increasing the pleasure from the stimulator. She assumed Miss Patriot was being honest and was teasing the heroine. “You haven’t told her what you’ve found, or discussed what she has seen?”
“Nnno, I haven’t” Miss Patriot moaned, her hips moving back and forth as the stimulator worked her over. Under the cup shaped devise, its electronic energy was bombarding her mound, causing her lips to swell and her slit to lubricate.
The brunette stood back letting the stimulator work on Miss Patriot enjoying the fact that the machine that she helped invent had easily gotten information out of the heroine. If it could work on Miss Patriot, it should be able to work on almost anyone. The brunette wondered if she could find out more from Miss Patriot, such as the secret of the heroine’s alter ego, or if she could make the heroine her slave.
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