Hell no they can’t go!

You release Wonder Woman’s hair, a small groan of relief escaping her lips despite herself, and walk back over to Stretcher Girl. She tenses as you approach.

“Yeah, sorry. You’re missing the point here. Aside from the obvious fact that two beautiful, bound women are almost always better than one, you are my leverage against her. And vice-versa.”

You unlock the wheels and roll the stretcher over next to the desk so you don’t have to divide your time between women. (Shoulda thought of that awhile ago honestly.)

“So how do you see this all ending?” the Amazon asks you as you take the lasso in your hand again. “I don’t think you actually want to kill us, despite your threats. So you’ll have to let us go eventually. Then what?”

“Meh, I’m not really a planner, more of a Let’s See What Happens kindof guy.” You start tracing around Bailey’s nipples with your fingers, when something the heroine said dawns on you. “Waitaminute. Island of women, yeah? All raised to not be ashamed of your sexuality? So how many women have you fucked?”

She chuckles. “I wondered when that would occur to you. Again, I don’t keep count. But it’s a big island, and over a thousand years…maybe 50?”

“A thousand years? I figured it’d be higher than that.” Both Bailey’s nipples are nice and erect now. She’s trying to pretend it doesn’t feel good.

“It was…complicated,” the immortal heroine responds. “I was the Princess, and the youngest of the Amazons. Many of my sisters still see me as a child even after all this time…”

“Uh huh. Sounds frustrating.” Honestly you’re barely listening, too busy massaging Bailey’s perky tits. “What about you Bailey, how many lovers have you had?”

“Just two. I’m yuuuuuuuuuhng!” She’s a lot less flippant when her nipples are being pinched.

“Well pay attention, maybe you’ll learn something from your elder here.” You slide one hand down over the cop’s flat stomach to her waistline and start undoing the buckle of her equipment belt. “Who do you prefer, Diana? Men or women? Sex-wise that is.”

“It depends on the man. When the man knows what he’s doing, the sex can be amazing. When they don’t, all too often it’s just disappointing.”

Bailey chimes in with “Preach it girlfriend!” You undo the belt on her pants and move on to the pants themselves, all the while caressing, kneading and occasionally tweaking her boobs with the other hand.

“Well I can at least promise you won’t have to worry about that tonight. I mean not to brag but…” Bailey starts to say something but her voice catches when you grab her now-unzipped pants with both hands and begin sliding them down over her hips.

“Every man thinks that,” the Amazon says in a sardonic voice. “Most of you, your confidence is unearned. And a man who has to take his women by ****? I doubt you know how to truly pleasure a woman.” Bailey’s panties follow her pants, exposing a neatly trimmed blond bush.

“See, that’s what your type always gets wrong. I don’t have to take my women by ****. I just prefer to. I’ve had plenty of consensual sex; it just doesn’t compare to the rush of taking a woman against her will.” You bend over until your nose is right over the cop’s pussy and take a deep breath.

“Whatever you need to tell yourself, but I stand by my statement.”