It's her way or the highway

"You can't keep wearing women's clothes," Tina says in a hushed, embarrassed voice. "People will think you're..."

L'Abbee scrunches his nose up and starts to frown at his S'Pang-Kee. "What? They'll think what?"

He rests his hands on his hips and gives Tina a withering glare.

"You can't be seen wearing those! I can't be seen with someone wearing those!" Tina says as her petty, spoiled nature creeps back out. "What will the other nobles think?! " The blonde shakes her head. "Go put something manly on."

"Manly?!" L'Abbee blushes crimson. "B-but... I..."

"You have to get rid of that stuff," Tina says as she turns her nose up at him.

"I can't just throw this all away!" The drow asks incredulously as he pulls on his silk blouse. "It's worth a fortune!"

"Of course not!" Tina says, the thought of leaving anything valuable behind is utterly horrid to her. "Toss it in the cart."

"Well... what am I supposed to wear then?" The drow huffs. "I don't have any other clothes. I can't just go naked!"

A lewd smile creeps across Tina's lovely face and she starts to giggle. L'Abbee's ears droop and his face turns red. Even the three naked captives all start to laugh into their gags.

"Oh no... no. Please, no. S'Pang-Kee... I..." The drow stammers even as Tina gets to work unbuttoning his shirt (well, really it's a blouse, but...)

"Think of this as your own punishment," the bossy blonde says as she forcefully tugs the offending garment down, and exposes his bare chest once again. "I mean, you are just as guilty as the others..."

The submissive dark elf mewls in a mixture of humiliation and arousal as he pirouettes to make it easier for Tina to strip him.

"A dirty... no-good... pirate..." She whispers. She starts sucking on his nipple while her hands wander down to his frilly pantaloons.

"Mmmmmm. C-can't I wear something?" The drow moans as Tina lets go of her prey's rapidly diminishing wardrobe and hoists him up onto the wagon seat next to her.

"You could, if you had something suitable for a nobleman," the lascivious human says as she rolls him onto his back and yanks the expensive high-heeled boots of his feet.

"You... you just want to strip me again," he weakly protests, even as he continues to let her despoil him, one girly garment at a time.

"You did commit crimes too," Tina declares as she let's out a surprisingly low-class laugh for someone so highborn. "This shows you are repenting your wicked ways." She leans in for a kiss as she unloops his belt and pulls it off of him. "You're giving up your ill-gotten goods."

L'Abbee lies on his back, moaning and shaking as his prissy pantaloons are pilfered. He lies there on the seat in just a frilly, lacy pair of panties as Tina's strong, sensuous hands worm their way into his underwear and gently, but firmly wrap around his stiff cock.