Roya heads back to the car

Roya giggled to herself as she sauntered back to her car. She couldn't wait to read the paper tomorrow and see the stories about nudity running rampant all over the city. First the office, then her bosses in the park, not to mention herself. Yeah, the press was going to have a field day with this.

As she got closer to the cars, she saw a couple of people standing next to them. Wasting no time, Roya dived behind the nearest bush before they could spot her. Peering over the edge of the shrubbery, she noticed that the two women were huddled next to the driver's side window, fiddling with something. Roya put two and two together pretty easily: these people were stealing her car!

Roya now had quite the conundrum. She was still naked, but if she didn't act fast, these two would get away with her car and house keys. She didn't have time to get dressed if she wanted to stop them, but at the same time, she really didn't want to draw more attention to herself.

Then, looking at the pile of clothes next to her, she got an idea. Grabbing one of the pairs of panties, she put it on over her face like a mask of sorts and stepped out of the bushes.

"Ahem!" Roya yelled out, hands on her hips, striking a heroic pose. The two robbers looked back and were dumbfounded by the sight of a buck-naked woman wearing panties on her head yelling at them. "That car doesn't belong to you. Return to your business and leave it be before things get ugly."

The robbers looked at each other and burst out laughing. "Well," said the first one, a short red-head with a curvy physique, "I, was worried about someone catching us, but I certainly didn't expect it to be a mental patient, eh, Harleen?"

"No, Pam, I have to admit," replied her companion, a tall blonde who was wheezing out her words in between her raucous laughter, "being confronted by the stripper brigade wasn't what I had anticipated today."

Roya, unfazed by their laughter, refrained from covering herself and said, "This is your only warning. Leave now and no harm will come to you. I can't say the same if you resist.

"Oh, dearie me. Whatever will we do?" Pam snidely commented, pulling out her crowbar. "Listen Stripperella, we had our fun, but walk away now before you get yourself in trouble."

"Oh, wait. Let me get a picture, first." Harleen said, pulling out her phone. Before she could get a pic though, Roya kicked the phone right out of her hand, shattering it on the ground.

"Hey!" Harleen started to say before she found herself on the ground, her face mashed against the pavement by a pair of massive melons.

"Oh, now you've done it, bitch!" Pam growled as she swung her crowbar at Roya's head. Roya ducked, jumping back up and slamming her behind into her aggressor's stomach. Pam fell on her butt and looked up to see a massive figure blocking out the sun. Soon, her face was smooshed underneath Roya's considerable derriere.

With both women incapacitated, Roya set to work on their punishment. First things first, since they thought nudity was so funny, maybe it'd be a good idea for them to have a little fun. She stripped them of their tight black clothes before picking them up and tying them to a nearby tree with said clothes, making sure to rip them up a bit so they couldn't wear them once they got free. She laughed at the idea of them struggling against their bonds, their boobs shaking as they tried to escape. She took their panties with her, though, putting them in her car to save as trophies, and patting herself on the back for a job well done.

All of a sudden, Roya heard clapping coming from behind her. She turned around to see a young girl clapping and smiling at her. "That was awesome. You rock, naked lady!" Roya smiled at the gesture. Kids, she thought, they'll laugh at anything.

Then she got an idea. Looking at her two victims, she realized just how many people like them there were in her city. So much crime and all the police seemed to care about was enforcing public decency laws. Someone had to put a stop to all the horror in this town, and if the police were only interested in putting away naked criminals, she'd see to it that every one of them was stripped down to nothing.

"What's your name?" The girl asked. Roya realized that if she was going to be a vigilante, she was going to need a name.

"Call me... Panty Raider. Yeah, that sounds good." Roya got in her car, leaving the clothes in the back. She had already left her mark as the city's naked heroine, she might as well stick with it. "Fear not, young one. As long as Panty Raider is around, no criminal will be left with their modesty intact." With that, she drove off towards her destination.