Miss Patriot Awakes in the clutches of the Torturess

Miss Patriot started to come to sometime later. As she awoke, she found her mind was foggy. The effects of being weakened by the Lipstick Gang's **** on her breast leaving her memory hazy. The thought of the Lipstick Gang as well as the memory of them taking Renee jumpstarted things however. She bolted up right and discovered that her hands had been bound behind her back with what felt like handcuffs. Looking down her body she found that her ankles where similarly bound. She strained against the cuffs but it was no use. Her super strength had yet to return and looking at the cuffs around her ankles, she was sure they where made out of titanium. She would never be able to break them. Looking at her surroundings, she found she was still in Renee's office though who ever had bound her moved her to the couch. Looking out the window, she noticed that the sun was setting. How long had she been out?

Suddenly the door to the office opened and two women walked in. One was Renee's secretary Ruth, the other was a Miss Fox AKA the Torturess. The latter spoke. "Well well Ruth. Looks like sleeping beauty has finally awoken." Miss Patriot struggled in her bounds. "Let me go! I have to save Renee." The Torturess stepped forward, slowly and menacingly. "It's too late Miss Patriot. The Suductress and the Lipstick Gang are long gone." Miss Patriot seized her struggles and slumped down on the couch. She was right. If she had really been out all this time, there wouldn't be much of a trail to follow. Miss Patriot started to tear up which caused the Torturess and Ruth to laugh. "My my, it seems The Suductress got herself into this one good." Said Ruth. "Indeed." Miss Patriot looked up at the pair. "What....what are you talking about?" Ruth stopped laughing. "Why do you think we call Renee the Suductress? Her body produces a phromon that makes anyone in her presence aroused and suggestable." Miss Patriot was in shock. "A phramon?" The Torturess knelt down to eye level. "Yes. She's something of a sucubus. She feeds off of sexual energy. And her body produces an impowered substance." It was then a thought hit Miss Patriot. "Her cum...." The Torturess dragged a finger along Miss Patriot's body. Not enough to break skin but enough to leave a scratch mark. "Yes. I take it you had taste?" Miss Patriot shoke her head yes. "When I swallowed her cum, I felt empowered. More so than I had ever been."

Ruth laughed. "Giving head eh Miss Patriot? Guess I shouldn't be surprised." She held up Miss Patriot's discarded costume. "Only a slut would run around in an outfit like this." Miss Patriot should have been insulted but she was too deep in thought. Her feelings for Renee....where they real? Or where they just a result of the suggestion.....did Renee really feel anything for her or was she just using her. She did say that she needed Miss Patriot's help to deal with the Lipstick gang.

Regardless of her feelings, whatever they are, Renee was still in trouble and she needed to help her. "It doesn't matter what she is. She's in trouble. Now you guys can either help me find her or I can do it myself. Either way, just let me go!" The Torturess slapped Miss Patriot across the cheek, sending her head snapping to side. "You aren't going anywhere dirty girl." Miss Patriot looked back at her angrily. "Don't you care about her?" Ruth again laughed. "Of course not. Don't get me wrong, she's a sweet lay but we only stuck with her because of that superpowered cum of hers. Not to mention, she made it very easy for us to satisfy our own kinks." Miss Patriot glared daggers at the two of them. "Fine. Then don't help me. Just let me go." The Torturess clamped her hand over her mouth and slammed her head hard against the arm of the couch. "I told you already, you aren't going anywhere." She got close to Miss Patriots face. "We have plans for you." She pulled away and smacked Miss Patriot across the face again. This time hard enough to leave her dazed. As she moaned in pain, she could hear The Torturess and Ruth chat.

"I'm going to get the jewels. You take care of Miss Patroit." Ruth nodded in agreement. "I'll take her to warehouse and prepare some material." Ruth then looked hungrily at Miss Patriot. "And maybe help myself to goods while I'm at it." Miss Patriot didn't like the sound of that. "By all means, enjoy yourself. It's not like I can have my fun. Whoever buys this skank will want her looking all pretty." It suddenly dawned on Miss Liberty that they intended to sell her off. The Torturess looked down upon the shocked superheroine. "Hmmmm Seems you've put two and two together." She begain walking towards the door. "Ta ta Miss Patriot. Enjoy the night while you can." She said as she left the room. Miss Patriot looked back to Ruth who was looking at her with hungry eyes.