Miss Patriot reveals that she is Alexandria

“Tell me who you are.” The brunette woman said to Miss Patriot. “I want to know your real name, the name of your alter ego.” If she could know who Miss Patriot was, she could use that information to **** the superheroine, or she could see that information to others at a high price. She was sure that many of the city would want to know who Miss Patriot was.

Miss Patriot threw her head to the side and fought answering the question. She did not know how long she would be able to resist, especially if the brunette turned the machine back up in intensity.

The brunette shook her head. “You didn’t learn how this works, if you cooperate it is more pleasurable…” she then turned up the power of the mind sifter. “If you resist it is more painful.” As she did the pain caused Miss Patriot to cry out and close her eyes. “Now tell me who you are.” She said as she continued to turn up the insidious machine.

Miss Patriot bit her tongue and knew it was over. “I’m Alexandria, Alexandria Monroe.” She said wanting the pain to stop.

“And who is Alexandria Monroe.” The woman asked. She was no longer increasing the power of the machine but she was not turning it down either. “What do you do? Do you have a family?”

“I’m in grad school studying to be a legal aide and I have an internship at a law firm.” Miss Patriot responded. “no family.”

The female scientist turned down the mind sifter and watched as Miss Patriot appeared to relax. “Thank you, a lot of people would pay millions to know who you are.” She then approached the bound heroine and reached for Miss Patriot’s domino mask. Grasping it she lifted it up revealing the heroine’s face. The woman then stepped back and grabbed a camera, she snapped several pictures of Miss Patriot.

At that moment there was a pounding on the door to the warehouse and a voice “Police, Open up!”

The brunette woman quickly ran towards the opposite side of the warehouse, as she did though she turned up the stimulator, giving Miss Patriot a parting present. “Gotta run.”

All Miss Patriot could do was moan as the stimulator increased the pleasure in her most sensitive area. Her head was thrown back and her hips were shaking as the police stormed in. It was quite a surprising sight to them, a beautiful young woman bound and stripped in the middle of the room being brought to orgasm by a machine.

In the center of the cluster of police detective Robin Falkesgrath took charge. “Spread out and search the place,” she instructed to several officers. Robin was about 20 years older than Alexandria. She had short blonde hair and was of average to slightly overweight build. She wore a jacket and a button shirt with a pair of blue jeans. Clipped to the waist of her jeans was her badge. Robin walked over to where Miss Patriot was bound and shut off the mind sifter and stimulator. She then released the restraints holding Miss Patriot and helped the heroine down. Robin removed her jacket and threw it around the nude heroine while helping to find Miss Patriot’s top and bottom.

“We didn’t find anyone.” One of the officers said returning to Detective Falkesgrath.

“Secure the area and call in the forensics team. I want this equipment looked at for clues.” Robin ordered. “I am going to take this young woman out of here.” She then guided Miss Patriot past several police cars to her own vehicle. Opening the door, Robin helped Miss Patriot into the back seat before climbing into the driver’s seat.

“Is there someplace I can take you?” Robin asked. “I want to go to the school to ask the principal Renee questions but I can drop you off first.”

Miss Patriot perked up at Robin’s question. “I found a clue that indicated the school as well.” Miss Patriot said as she slipped her costume back on underneath Robin’s jacket. "I decided to go to the warehouse first, but the school was going to be my next stop.”

Robin started the car and started driving. “Did you find anything before you were caught?”

“No.”

“Did whomever caught you say anything?”

“No nothing. They seemed more interested in asking me questions.” Miss Patriot replied.

“Who were they, could you describe them?” Robin asked.

“Two women, a blonde and a brunette, both wearing lab coats.” Miss Patriot said.

“With your description and once we figure out what that equipment is we may be able to track them. That was some pretty sophisticated stuff that I am guessing is pricey.” Robin said.

“Maybe I should go with you to meet Renee?” Miss Patriot said. “Just in case this is a trap as well.”

“I don’t think so, If you are there as well she may be on the defensive. Besides, I think you need to rest and get cleaned up.”