Prisoner Transport

You collect Freddie’s cell phone and power it off, then do the same to yours. Once you’ve gotten Freddie moving, you turn back to your Amazon prisoner. “If I leave you like this, will you escape?”

“Given time, yes.”

“Explain please.”

“The lasso doesn’t just restrain physically. By binding me with the lasso, you have made me your prisoner. That is true. Therefore as long as you hold the lasso, I cannot make it untrue by escaping.” She looks down at your hand holding the lasso. “But once you let go, that truth begins to fade. In time, the captive’s will reasserts itself and I can free myself. I can’t break the lasso, but I could break this rail it’s tied to and simply fly away.”

“Huh. OK, how much time are we talking?”

“It depends on the will of both captor and captive.”

“In this situation? You and me?”

She shrugs, and dear god does that make her breasts look even more perfect. “For a mortal, your will is not completely feeble. More than 10 minutes, less than an hour.”

You can’t help but grin as you let go of the rope and stand, making a show of looking at your watch. You reach out and flick one of her perfect nipples with a finger snap, causing her to flinch in surprise. “Yeah I got your Not Completely Feeble right here…” you mutter as you turn away.

You catch Ladycop closing her eyes and pretending to be ****, her hands cuffed over her head to the stretcher frame. As soon as you get close enough she launches a kick at your face that might’ve connected if you hadn’t been expecting it. It only takes a couple minutes to secure her wrists and ankles to the stretcher frame with the restraints they use for unruly patients. All the while she’s giving you a lecture about how much trouble you’re in and how you should give up before things go too far. Eventually you get tired and slap an oxygen mask on her just to shut her up.

As soon as she’s secure, you turn back to Wonder Woman and grab the lasso. “How long was that?”

“I wasn’t keeping count, maybe 5 or 6 minutes.”

The nipple you flicked earlier is hard and erect. You giver her other nip a good pinch so she’ll have a matching pair. “Still my prisoner?”

“Yes I am” she says, her voice dripping in sarcasm.

You turn back to the cop – whose nameplate says Bailey – and go through her pockets, relieving her of her keys, cell phone, wallet, etc. You throw the cell phone out the passenger window with enough **** to make sure it smashes when it hits. You also find and pocket the tiniest backup pistol you’ve ever seen. You lean down, brush a loose strand of blond hair from Officer Bailey’s eyes, and gently kiss her forehead. She tries to keep her game face on, but you can see the fear in her eyes.

You sit back down next to the Amazon and grab the lasso again. “Now, how to amuse ourselves…”

“Here we are” Freddie calls out from the front. Wonder Woman gives you an amused stare and you roll your eyes.