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The Pirate pulled her by her handcuffs and Nazia had no option but to follow. Soon she found herself in the guarded room of artefacts. The expensive artefacts were of course missing thanks to the Pirate. Nazia struggled but couldn’t get free. She could feel now that she was beginning to sweat profusely all over. She was still wearing her jacket which felt a little too warm now. Her dark blue hijab was wrapped tightly around her hair and was beginning to feel restrictive and hot. She could now feel sweat from her armpits running down her sides. Being a conservative, Muslim woman who was always dressed modestly meant she would never wear sleeveless clothes outside. This also allowed her to be a tad lazy and coupled with her busy schedules, she often didn’t shave for months. Now all of this was coming back to haunt her as she felt incredibly helpless and **** in front of her rival.

The Pirate calmly made her stand in the middle.

“Let’s make you comfortable as it will be a long night for you before your dimwit colleagues show up.” She proceeded to pull Nazia’s jacket off and then ripped it with her knife at the sleeves to remove it completely off the helpless policewoman. Nazia felt a wave of air on her and she felt two conflicting feelings at the same time – extremely **** at not having control as her nemesis stripped off her jacket while at the same time a tad grateful as she was sweating and feeling hot under it. She only hoped The Pirate would stop at that.

“Now Ms not so smart Detective, you do love your control with your pretty little hijab on top and your prudish wardrobe which automatically gives off a “don’t mess with me” vibe. Well let’s see how you like your control taken away from you.”

These words sent a shiver up Nazia’s spine. The Pirate had outsmarted the so called sharp detective, and now she was completely at her mercy. What was she going to do with her? Nazia raised her eyes trying to follow the Pirate’s moves closely to figure out what she meant.

The Pirate noticed all this and took her time to increase the policewoman’s discomfort. Standing nervously right in front of her, tied up with her own handcuffs, The Pirate took a moment to enjoy and observe her defeated captive. Nazia moved around looking nervously. The hijab was still sitting perfectly on top. She had a pretty face, beautiful brown complexion which only magnified her allure. The blouse was fit smugly and while it was beautiful, The Pirate could notice cringes and wrinkles and sweat that had gathered throughout the day. They clung even more tightly and she could somewhat make out what’s underneath a little bit. She noticed the blouse tucked in to the detective’s tight, dark blue trousers and the way it slightly bulged over the detective’s belt suggesting a soft, round tummy. The Pirate smiled at gathering this inside information about the “oh so high and mighty “policewoman. The trousers were also drum tight and you could make out creases with the way they remained almost painted on Nazia’s soft, fleshy thighs. The Pirate was deep in thought, almost like an Artist who ponders on how to perfect her creation. She then proceeded to unbuckle Nazia’s belt. Nazia jerked as soon as The Pirate was near but a stinging slap to her face made her shriek and stand still. The Pirate enjoyed how easy it was to subdue this policewoman who at least on the outside looked tough. She unbuckled the belt and threw it towards her bag. She then slowly untucked the blouse from Nazia’s trousers and slowly unbuttoned them from the bottom. Nazia was now feeling extremely scared and didn’t know what to do or how she could stop The Pirate from completely stripping and humiliating her. The buttons came open and slowly the shirt from the bottom was split in two. Nazia knew she had no option so she begged softly, not even able to make eye contact as she hung her head low, ashamed at how badly she was defeated despite being a senior detective.

“Please stop”

“Aww don’t be like that. It’s just us girls. You have restrictions against men not women right?”