No, she can't escape

Miss Patriot did not have a chance to regain her powers and escape. The leader of the group of men poured fresh chloroform onto a cotton pad and stepped toward the bed. “You aren’t going anywhere chickie…except back to sleep!” He laughed as he sat down next to the bound heroine and rubbed the cotton pad over each of Miss Patriot’s large exposed breasts. The man pressed the cloth firmly against the heroine’s flesh and rubbed vigorously over Miss Patriot’s dark nipples and areolas.

“Uuuuuuuuunnn!!!...No!!!...Not more chloroform…..Uuuuuunh!!!...not on my Patriot nipples again!!....Not fair….uuuuuuuuuunnhhhh….Patriot nipples becoming hard…..uuuuuuuunnhh…being ****….uuuuuhhh….gettting sleepy…” moaned Miss Patriot as the chloroform weakened her.

The leader had an evil smile across his face as he massaged the chloroform from the cotton pad into Miss Patriot’s chest, making sure that he paid attention to her dark nipples and large areolas…making them ver hard and erect.

“Uuuuuuuuuhhhh….why…why are you doing this?......uuuuuuuunnh….making me so sleepy…so weak….can’t fight…you…” moaned the busty patriotic crime fighter as she tugged weakly at the cuffs securing her wrists together. Miss Patriot struggled to keep her eyes open underneath her mask as the man rubbed the chloroform soaked pad over her **** breasts.

“That’s easy, even for a dumb chickie like you.” Laughed the man as he fondled Miss Patriot’s nipples between his fingers. “For money.”

“Uuuuuuhh….stop that…uuuuuhhhh….my Patriot nipples….touching them….uuuuuuuhhhh makes them so weak….makes me weak….sleepy….uuuuuuuhhh…you have to stop.” Miss Patriot sighed as she struggled to stay conscious.

“I’m not gonna stop until you are out….we have you now…and you are not going anywhere.” Smiled the man as he fondled Miss Patriot’s hard erect and aroused nipples, pausing only to rub them with the chloroform pad.

“Uuuuuuuuunnhhh…nno….chloroform on my Patriot nipples…keeping them hard….keeping mew weak….uuuuuuuuuhhh…if you keep playing with them….you will knock me out again….uuuuuuuhhhh…please don’t…..uuuuuhhhh…uuuuuhhhh…” moaned the large breasted heroine in a sleepy voice as her body started to go limp on the bed.

The four men were distracted by Miss Patriot’s erotic moans and how she talked about her weakness. They were not aware that someone else had entered the building. Suddenly there was the sound of an air pistol firing and a cry from Nick as he crumpled to the ground. He was soon joined by Mike and then the driver. All the leader had time to do was look up before he was shot by a tranquilizer dart. The last image he saw before falling into unconsciousness was that of himself being pulled off the bed and onto the floor.

As the man slumped off the bed next to her and to the floor, Miss Patriot tried to focus through her sleep heavy eyes and see who had just taken out the four men.