Miss Patriot had a rough night, continually waking up and passing out again from the little clit vibe that was driving her up the wall. Eventually the door opened and Renee strolled in, smiling at Miss Patriot's dishevelled appearance, her hair was sticking to her sweat covered body, her pussy was swollen, she was breathing heavily.
"Well, well.... Looks like someone had a good night!"
"F-Fuck.......you....."
"Ha! Still defiant I see!"
Miss Patriot raised her middle finger weakly as she fell back on the bed, exhausted. Renee laughed as she approached the defenceless heroine with a chloroform-soaked rag and quickly smothered the young heroine, rendering her **** in a matter of seconds. With an evil smile, Renee removed the bullet vibe from Miss Patriot's clit, placing it into a lockbox and handing it to one of her lackeys.
"Take this to Dr Bluder immediately!"
With a nod, the lackey ran to his car carrying his precious cargo. Meanwhile, Renee had called Ruth down to the dungeon and, with her help, carried Miss Patriot to the room where just the day before they'd double-penetrated Robin, the detective and Miss Patriot's friend. Ruth was wearing the same six-inch strap-on she'd used on Robin yesterday (washed and sterilized of course). Once they entered the room, Ruth sat in the chair and guided a groggy Miss Patriot down onto her (thankfully lubed) strap-on, her anal passage trying to stop the entry unsuccessfully.
Once Miss Patriot was slumped on Ruth, her formerly virgin asshole now impaled on Ruth's strap-on, Renee walked over to her cabinet and grabbed her eight-inch strap-on, lubing it up she grabbed one last thing, a syringe with a sedative/mind control ****, similar to what they'd used on Robin.
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