Feel a cop

Diana’s bedroom is as nice as the rest of the place but softer and warmer, it feels less like a museum and more like a real woman’s bedroom. There’s a subtle Greek theme here as well: lots of pottery and bronze and heroic paintings. A king bed fills the center of the room, a fancy mirror hanging over the elaborate bronze headboard.

You raise Officer Bailey off your shoulder and drop her on the bed. Her blond hair comes free from its knot and fans out, framing her head like a golden halo. You lift up one eyelid and check her eye, but whatever Freddie gave her is still doing its job. Holding her chin, you turn her face back and forth, admiring her features. She has more of a girl next door vibe with a trace of tomboy, not in Wonder Woman’s league, but still nice.

You take off her equipment belt and toss it on the floor. Then you remove her shoes and socks. You open her belt and the fly of her pants, pausing to run your fingers lightly over the blue panties underneath before grabbing the pants and pulling them down her legs. It takes some wriggling to work them down past her hips & ass, but soon they’ve joined the growing pile on the floor.

You flick open the folding knife you took off her, and deftly slice off the top button of her dark blue shirt. You work your way down one button at a time until the last is gone and you pull open her shirt to reveal a utilitarian white tee shirt that clings to her slender frame. You give a small sigh of gratitude and run the tip of the knife lightly over the tee covering her abdomen & breasts.

You lift up the bottom of her t-shirt and start slowly slicing upward with the knife. The cheap material parts easily, and you slowly cut your way up and then through the collar. You spend a moment admiring her flat stomach and her tits – which would probably seem a lot more impressive if you hadn’t just been fondling a literal Amazon – 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 young boobs bounce free, earning them an upgrade from “adequate” to “not too shabby.” You grab her left breast and massage it while running your other hand down her taut stomach to her crotch. The cop lets out a sleepy moan as your fingers reach under her panties and begin exploring.

It’s all you can do to restrain yourself from indulging yourself here and now, but time’s a wasting. With some zipties you found in her pockets you bind her wrists to the corners of the headboard. You’d like to do the same with her ankles, but she’s too short and the zipties won’t reach, so you’ll need some rope. Also something to use as a gag.

You quickly rummage through the nightstand, going through a bunch of the usual “girlie things.” No rope, no tape, nothing that could be used as a gag, but you do find a rather impressive metal dildo and an industrial strength vibrator. Well that opens up some possibilities! But a quick look at your watch tells you it’s time to stop neglecting your other dance partner.

As you walk back into the living room, Wonder Woman is still hanging from the beam, struggling to free her bound arms but unable to do so as yet. “Did you think I would be so distracted by Officer Blondie I would forget all about you?” you ask with a grin.

“It certainly wouldn’t be the first time a man was so easily diverted,” she proclaims, still sounding confident.

You cross the room and grab the end of the lasso. “Stop struggling,” you stage whisper, and her efforts to free herself instantly cease. Her head is held high and her jaw is set, but you can see the anxiety in her eyes.