Diana goes first

You untie Wonder Woman's hands, toss the lasso aside, and lay down on your back on the rug with your hands folded behind your head.

The heroine squats down next to you, a forced smile on her face, as her hands rub the outside of your jeans. Her fingers go to work on your belt buckle, then unzip your fly. She sticks a hand inside your briefs, surprise registering in her eyes as she realizes your penis is completely limp.

Yeah, untying beautiful women and letting them go has that effect on you. Sorry, Princess.

Diana manages to keep her forced smile in place, but her eyes say: Fine, let's get this over with.

She pulls your pants down to your knees in one yank. She rubs your dick through the boxers for a few seconds, then grabs the waistband and rips it apart like tissue paper! It's probably meant to show passion or enthusiasm, but all it does is remind you she could tear you in two with not much more effort. What blood had started to stiffen your cock decides it has better places to be.

Wonder Woman tries to hide her surprise, but it's clear she's not used to getting that reaction from men.

Undeterred she sets to work, lightly brushing your dick with her fingers, the other hand sliding up under your shirt. It quickly becomes apparent that despite growing up on an all-girls island, she has definitely learned her way around a penis! You hold out as long as you can, holding in your head the image of her breaking that Lord guy's neck, and reminding yourself that the only thing stopping her from doing the same to you is a promise made on a magic rope.

Despite that, your cook starts to harden under the Amazon's skilled attention. Tho maybe not as quickly as it otherwise might. Dissatisfied with the slow progress, Diana makes an understandable but totally wrong assumption. With a wicked grin, she whips your belt off your pants, pins your wrists over your head, and quickly binds them with your belt.

Your dick deflates so fast you'd almost swear it makes a noise like a balloon deflating.

Wonder Woman stares at your limp penis with equal parts surprise and disappointment. Then she meets your gaze.

"Sorry," you say with a shrug, "I can dish it out but I guess I can't take it."

She mutters "Fine!" under her breath as she undoes the belt tie from your wrists. She sits up, her face set on Determined Superhero. She reaches her arms towards the ceiling in a sensual stretch, her head and shoulders back, her tits threatening to burst free of her costume.

Her tits burst free of her costume.

The most spectacular breasts you've ever seen in your life bounce free: nearly porn star sized but firm as a high school cheerleader's. Yeah, that'll get your dick hard, I don't care what you tell yourself.

The bare-breasted Amazon looks down, a coquettish "Whoopsie" expression completely out of place on her face. You're still processing that one when she bends over, slides one hand behind your head, and kisses you on the mouth. Her lips are soft but backed by steel (like everything about her). She tastes faintly of peppermint, but the main thing you taste is arousal. When her other hand slides down to your crotch, it finds your manhood already hardening.

You reach up to grab her hair and pin her head in place, but you might as well be trying to hold a moving car. (Another reminder that this woman could break you in half!) She breaks the kiss and pulls back out of your grasp with a seductive Mona Lisa smile. You keep trying to distract yourself with images of extreme Amazon violence, but the diversion of blood away from your brain is making that harder and harder.

Much like it's (finally) making other things harder and harder. You look at the clock on wall: you've managed to stall her nearly 15 minutes. Not bad.