She removes Nazia's skirt

Nazia tried to get to her feet, **** to scrounge a little dignity out of this situation. There was still time to grab the upper hand and subdue the Pirate in time for her colleagues to arrive. She was a detective, and a good one at that! This sort of treatment was beneath her.

Unfortunately for her, the Pirate was considerably more agile than she was - and had the advantage of actually being able to see what she was doing, unlike Nazia with her headscarf still tied over her face. As she tried to get up, the Pirate yanked on the back of her jacket, pulling her arms behind her and sending her heavily back to her knees. With her jacket half-off, the way her blouse clung close to her breasts was on full display, especially as the impact of her knees on the ground set her big bosom jiggling.

"This is a very fashionable outfit," Nazia heard the pirate chuckle as she tied Nazia's hands firmly behind her back with her own jacket, "Though not very practical for fighting crime, is it?"

Nazia's cheeks flared pink, straining to get her hands free of the improvised binds around her wrists - but without luck.

"Untie me at once!" she blustered, trying to cover up her embarrassment, "This is- this is **** of an on-duty officer!"

"If you were on duty, you'd be in your uniform," the Pirate chuckled, "Instead, you're in this pretty little getup. I wonder - you seem like a modest woman. Do the undergarments match?"

"Don't you dare!" Nazia squealed - but with her eyes covered and her hands tied behind her back, she could do nothing to protect herself as the Pirate tipped her forwards, leaving her face down with her plump rump sticking up in the air, "L-look, if you just leave now, I won't try and stop you," Nazia bargained desperately, but the Pirate didn't even seem to be listening- and Nazia could do nothing but yelp with outrage as the Pirate yanked her skirt down to her ankles, revealing her big backside in all its glory.

"Oh my - that is embarrassing," the Pirate quipped, audibly grinning at what she'd uncovered. Nazia's underwear was considerably less fashionable than the rest of her clothes; big, comfortable white panties stretched over her wide hips and round buttocks. "I think even my grandmother would think these look a bit old-fashioned."

Nazia could do nothing but lie face-down and fume, feeling the cool air against her exposed bottom as she squirmed against her bindings. She was **** to just pull her skirt back into place, to cover up again so that her curvy, voluptuous rear was no longer on full display, but the Pirate left it tangled around her feet. She was a modest woman, even prudish, and so for her to be face down with her womanly backside covered by only her panties was mortifying. She'd not been this undressed in public in as long as she could remember, and her cheeks were burning with the humiliation.