Feel a cop (get it?)

“Hold that thought, we’ll come back to it.”

You leave the busty Amazon tied to the desk and turn to the stretcher in the middle of the room. Officer Bailey is stretched out, her ankles strapped to the bottom of the frame, arms pulled over her head and similarly strapped down. She looks up at you with clear green eyes, trying hard not to show fear. You double-check her restraints, then pull the mask off her face.

“I’m really not in the mood for more posturing, so you’ll speak when I tell you to and not before. We’re all out of magic truth ropes at the moment, so we’ll just have to get by with me threatening to hurt you if you lie to me or otherwise misbehave. Clear?” She starts to say something, until you hold up the folding knife you took off her and flick it open. She closes her mouth, swallows, and nods her head.

“How long you been on the ****, Officer Bailey?” With the knife blade you slice off the top button on her dark blue shirt.

“Two years” she says, her voice only catching a little as you move down to the 2nd button.

“What made you want to be a cop?” You keep working your way down. Snip.

“I wanted to help people. Protect them from dangerous scumbags.” Snip.

“Scumbags like me?” You cut off the last button and pull open her shirt to reveal a utilitarian white tee shirt.

“Exactly like you” she says, trying for bravado but her voice shakes.

You laugh a little, running the tip of the knife lightly over the tee covering her abdomen. “Sorry, but I’ve known too many cops to believe your motives are that pure.” You slide the knife tip up over her breasts. (Which would probably seem a lot more impressive if you hadn’t just been fondling a literal Amazon.) “Pretty little thing like you? I bet you got tired of people having power over you. Especially men, right? So this is a way for you to get your own power, right.”

“You don’t know a thing about me” she insists, her voice shaking slightly less, but the look in her eyes says you hit a little close to home. Or maybe it’s because the knife is now tracing the arc underneath her chin.

“Sure I don’t.” You lift up the bottom of her shirt and start slowly slicing upward with the knife. “Well maybe Diana over there will share her toys later and we’ll see what the real story is. Tho to be honest…” The cheap material parts easily, and you slowly cut your way up towards the collar. “I’m not actually that interested in your backstory.”

One last flick and the collar parts. Bailey says nothing as you spend a moment admiring her flat stomach and tits barely contained by a modest black bra that could at best be described as functional. “Well that’s gotta go,” you mutter to yourself. You slice the bra up the middle and her breasts bounce free; you upgrade them from “adequate” to “not too shabby.”

“No need to cry, Officer!” your voice full of fake sympathy as you see tears forming in her eyes. “It was seriously time to retire that bra anyway, be honest.”

You both jump a little as the 10 minute alarm you set on your watch goes off. “Time flies. Don’t go nowhere.”

You walk over the desk and grab the lasso holding Wonder Woman. “How are you doing over here Princess?”

“I’ve had better days” she replies in a dry tone.