The Pirate toys with the Detective

Underneath the wooden planks, the cat-burglar was in splits. She was holding the creamy, yellow panties in her hands and put them safely in her pouch for her attention was diverted elsewhere. In front of her, the bare legs of the detective dangled, leading up to thicc, full thighs. They were fair skinned, almost pale, due to never being exposed. This is what framed the object of the cat-burglar’s attention so perfectly, right in between Nazia’s legs. In contrast to her pale skin, was an unruly, unkempt and untrimmed, large thatch of black pubes which appeared to have expanded once freed from the confines of Nazia’s underwear. The woman below observed them carefully. Nazia felt her opponent’s hands slowly feel their way up to her pubes, closed her eyes and hung her head in shame. She pulled at the pubes, her fingers glided their way in and out of the unruly thatch, to feel the sweat that had gathered from being confined throughout the day.

“Oh my goodness!! Lady you need to trim that hedge. Correction, my bad. This is not a hedge by any means. This is a jungle Detective, and you need to mow down this unruly jungle before it grows beyond your underpants” remarked the cat-burglar with cruel glee. Nazia could say absolutely nothing at these latest verbal taunts and humiliations. She still had her eyes closed and head down, hoping this was all a horrible nightmare, and she had had a few of them lately. But even the worst nightmares could not have prepared her for this moment. This was now the most humiliating moment in her life, and the second most humiliating moment was just a few weeks old. She, a proud and diligent officer of the law, a prim and proper policewoman, was in pursuit of this wretched and lowly criminal. She was the position of authority, and the criminal, merely a bad element of society. She was the one with all the power, control and tools of the state to apprehend the lone outlaw. And yet now, for the second time in a row, she was utterly degraded. She was having her pubes played with by this criminal, while she was embarrassingly stuck and helpless. She could feel the tears of humiliation roll down her cheeks.

Down below, the cat-burglar had thoroughly enjoyed tormenting and humiliating this snooty, uptight bitch. But now it was time to go. And it was not going to be empty handed.

“Not that they’re of any value or use to anyone, I have grabbed your cheap, pathetic panties as a trophy of my victory and your complete defeat. I will hang them up along with my other treasured conquests. As for you, I’m sure this dumbo detective of our city can extricate herself from some wooden planks? No? hahahaha thought so. I might call in the cops once I’m safe. Might.” The woman approached Nazia’s legs one more time, held the large thatch of unruly pubes up to reveal the virginal pink slit of Nazia’s vagina, and proceeded to plant a wet and sloppy kiss there. Nazia jerked as soon as she felt the tongue of her tormenter. She had never had anyone touch her there let alone plant a kiss. She was completely inexperienced to these sensations she now felt. And just like that, it was over.

“Thank you for this amazing gift. I had a thoroughly great time and I absolutely want you to come after me again. After being thoroughly degraded and humiliated by me here today, I don’t expect you to believe you can still catch me…

“Wait” interrupted Nazia. “Please don’t leave me here like this. You have humiliated me, stripped me. I am absolutely defeated. I cannot do anything to you anymore. Please just help me get out of this. I won’t come after you I promise.” Nazia winced at her own words.

The cat-burglar stopped to take a moment to enjoy hearing the proud detective beg. How helpless she must be!!

“Oh but I want you to come after me. You’re so much fun. I will let you go on one condition. “