The officers have a little fun before untying her

"No sign of the suspect," Nazia heard a male voice, "One civilian's been tied up in here- wait, is that detective Choudhary?"

"It is! She must have gone in on her own," another replied, "The Pirate must have overpowered her."

They hadn't recognised her at first, so used to seeing the demure, even prudish detective in modest clothing. Now she was bound on the floor with her big bare rump in the air, soft brown buttocks jiggling as she tried to free herself.

"Just untie me!" she said, her face flushed crimson to match her spanked backside.

"Uh, yes ma'am," the sergeant said, kneeling down beside her and starting to fiddle with her bonds. She could feel them staring at her ass. It was normally so well-covered, but now for the first time it was on full display and she could tell that they were getting an eyeful. She wished that she could be anywhere else right now, but it was already too late to save her dignity.

"It's weird seeing her all undressed like this," she heard one of the officers mumble to his colleague, clearly under the impression that she couldn't hear him, "She's so modest with her clothes usually. Who knew she had such a big ass?"

"You think?" yet another male voice murmured in reply, "You could always tell she was packing something big back there. Can't believe I'm finally getting to see it!"

Half of her wanted to get angry at their comments, but right now she just felt too humiliated to say anything. She wanted desperately to just cover up, but the sergeant undoing her bonds was taking his time. Hard to undo a knot when his eyes were fixed somewhere else, after all.

"Hey, Pete, get in here!" she heard one of the officers shout into the next room, "And bring Mikey!"

"N-no, nobody else!" she squeaked, her normally authoritative, self-confident voice turned into more of a **** squeak, "Go and wait outside!"

"Sorry ma'am, I'm gonna, uh, need a hand with your binds," the sergeant said, audibly fighting back a grin, "The Pirate did a real good job on you, eh?"

"Her ass is bright red, the Pirate must have given her a proper spanking"

"Hard to resist spanking that ass..."

"She always goes around like she thinks she's so much better than us. Perhaps that spanking taught her a lesson."

They were barely even pretending to keep their voices down now, and she heard boots stomping as the other officers filed into the room to get a look at the view. One of them whistled in amazement at the sight before him.

"Whoa..."

"Hey, Pete, give me a hand with her binds, eh?" the sergeant said, "She's tied-up pretty good."

"Why does Pete get to help?" one of the other officers complained, "I wanna get a closer look too..."

Nazia just wanted them to pull her underwear up. She felt **** and exposed with backside out like this, and they didn't seem at all interested in actually freeing her. Another man - presumably Pete- knelt down next to her, and she jumped as she felt his hand blatantly grab her ass, digging his fingers into her left buttock and giving it a squeeze.

"Whoops! Sorry ma'am, almost lost my balance there..." he chuckled, not letting go, "Lucky there was a nice cushion right here."

"Let go and just untie me already!" she pleaded, "Or at least pull up my skirt!"

"We're trying our best, ma'am, but this Pirate's no joke. Just another couple minutes and I'm sure we'll be able to free you..."

Even through her headscarf blindfold she couldn't miss the camera flash that followed, and she squirmed in place, setting her big, womanly rump wobbling again - though the officer's groping hand kept a firm grip on one buttock.

"Don't take pictures!" she ordered, trying to sound angry but only really achieving plaintive, "D-don't!"

"Just the headlights of a passing car, ma'am," the sergeant reassured her, even as another flash, closer this time, shone through her blindfold, "We're all professionals here, nobody would take any pictures of you in a state like this..."

The camera flashed another few times, muffled laughter and hushed suggestions from the officers preceeding each new angle, as Nazia could do nothing but lie there and wish that she'd just been more careful when confronting the Pirate. She'd been so overconfident, and the Pirate had done this to her with no effort at all. She was a joke...

Finally, finally, the sergeant 'managed' to free her hands, and she yanked up her panties and skirt - not that there was much point in covering up now. The officers had all seen as much as they could ever want. Flustered, face bright-red, utterly mortified, she fixed her headscarf and stumbled from the room back towards her car.

Tomorrow, she'd file her report at the station, perhaps with a little exaggeration to try to make her defeat by the Pirate seem a little less humiliatingly effortless. By then, of course, the pictures the officers had just taken would no doubt be doing the rounds, making her more self-conscious than ever about her big ass now that it had been shown to everyone in the station and beyond.

And so Nazia's nemesis decisively won their first engagement.

Pirate: one
Nazia: zero