Chapter 1: Black Star Heroine

Laura Bruce locked her car doors, glanced around at the empty parking lot, and walked towards the exit with her small purse in hand.

“This city is just too unsafe. There are more thieves and bandits than rats in the sewers!” Laura muttered as she walked to her apartment building.

As a reporter for the Pioneer, Laura was one of the most informed about the city’s crime situation. She had been covering social issues for five years. Laura even felt that she knew every dark corner of the city better than the police.

Murder, robbery, rape, Laura could gather countless reports of such disgusting and infuriating crimes every day. And that didn’t include the organized, large-scale crimes. The high crime rate made Laura feel like she was living in a city full of criminals. Sometimes, she even thought that every person around her looked like they had a long history of crimes.

The city’s police made her even angrier. They would send out more than ten police cars to catch a petty thief who robbed an elderly woman’s wallet. But when it came to tips about arms smuggling or drug dealing, they were as good as throwing them into a bottomless pit.

“The cops in this city are even less honest than most thieves,” Laura often thought.

Because the police here were weak and incompetent, and some suspected they were colluding with large criminal organizations, residents had grown used to the sight of police cars absent from the streets after crimes occurred. The most newsworthy events of the past two years involved a mysterious masked woman. She struck at evil criminals and protected innocent citizens, appearing and disappearing like magic. Since she always struck at night, and her revealing nighttime outfit had a conspicuous black star, people called her “the Black Star.”

The city’s residents had nearly started believing this mysterious woman was a superhuman. Stories spread like wildfire about the “Black Star Heroine” and her fantastic exploits against criminals. Again and again, Laura and her colleagues tried to catch a glimpse of this mysterious female superhero, but they never succeeded. The enigmatic Black Star Heroine seemed to exist in every part of the city, like the air itself, yet always out of reach.

Laura stepped into the apartment building, and out of habit, she took out a small mirror from her purse to check her appearance while waiting for the elevator.

She had long, smooth blonde hair and fair skin. Her pretty face held slightly curved eyebrows above deep blue eyes, high cheekbones, and a bit too big mouth under a cute, pointed nose, but it looked sensual when matched with her equally full lips. She wore a loose wool jacket tucked into a skirt, showing off her curvy chest. The short skirt barely covered her round, uplifted rear, revealing her long, sturdy legs. She stepped into a pair of white, laced-up high heels, making her look even taller and more attractive.

Standing at 1.75 meters, Laura weighed only 60 kilograms. Yet she gave off the impression of a full-figured blonde beauty. Laura knew this was all thanks to her impressive chest, with its 40-inch circumference, something she was rightfully proud of. Her colleagues often joked that she should become a model instead of risking her life as a reporter. Little did they know how much fulfillment she found in this exciting and challenging career.

It had been another busy day. All Laura wanted now was to hurry home and take a soothing shower before catching up on some much-needed sleep. She stepped out of the elevator, feeling a bit tired, and unlocked her apartment door with the key she had retrieved from her purse.

Turning on the light switch, she immediately spotted the bread and jam left out on the dining table from breakfast that morning. Her nightshirt and slip were carelessly tossed onto the sofa. It’s natural for the life of an unmarried 27-year-old woman to be somewhat lazy and messy. Laura didn’t blame herself at all. She picked up the nightshirt, slipped from the sofa and walked into the bedroom.

As she entered the bedroom and was about to reach for the light switch, something suddenly darted out from behind the door! A cold knife was then pressed against her neck!

“Don’t move! And no screaming!” a deep voice whispered in Laura’s ear. At the same time, another shadow emerged from behind the bedroom window.

“Oh my goodness! A robbery?! I guess I should have chosen to live on the twenty-fifth floor instead. The fifth floor is just too low!” It was only now that Laura noticed the bedroom window was open.

Two shadowy figures surrounded her, then turned on the bedroom light. Now Laura saw them clearly: two guys, both young men, probably in their teens, of average height, both shorter than even Laura, who was wearing high heels. Their clothes were ordinary; it was obvious to her that these were small-time thieves who would break into homes to get money to buy drugs. The guy standing next to her with a knife looked a little burlier, while the other one, who had just walked out from behind the window, was thinner and holding a handgun.

Laura had been ready to fight back and teach these two burglars a lesson about her karate skills. But when she saw the thin man’s revolver pointed at her, she immediately gave up that idea. It’s not worth risking my life over these two crooks! she told herself, and anyway, there wasn’t anything valuable in the apartment.

“Listen up, girl. Don’t make any sudden moves!” the guy with the knife said, scanning the room with his eyes. He spotted Laura’s nightgown and undershirt in her hands and quickly tore off the belt from the nightgown.

“Turn around and put your hands behind your back!”

Laura hesitated briefly, noticing the anxious expression of the man holding a gun. She quickly turned around and pressed her body against the wall.

Don’t you dare pull that trigger, you fool! Laura silently muttered to herself, dropping her purse and placing her hands behind her back.

The burlier of the two men grabbed the watch on Laura’s wrist and yanked it off. Then he removed the ring from her finger before using the sash from the sleeping gown to tightly bind her hands behind her. Seeing that the sash was still long, he decided to tie her arms together as well.

Damn, this thief knows how to tie a knot! Laura tried to struggle a bit, but her arms were completely immobilized. The knot was tied at her elbows, making it impossible to undo it with her fingers. Seething inside, she silently cursed.

After securing Laura’s arms, the man looked around again. Suddenly, he spotted the underwear Laura had changed out of that morning, discarded on the carpet beside the bed, before she had a chance to put them away.

He picked up Laura’s used underwear and held them up to his nose to sniff.

“Dirty whore!” he muttered quietly. The white underwear still smelled like the female reporter’s vaginal secretions and was stained accordingly. Grabbing the panties, he stuffed them into Laura’s mouth.

“No ... I haven’t washed them yet...” she protested. Even it was her underwear, having it shoved in her mouth felt dirty. And having this thief smell the scent of her panties filled her with shame.

But her soft moans quickly turned into muffled sobs.

“That’s enough, little girl! Stop struggling!” The guy roughly pushed Laura onto her big bed and then undid her skirt belt.

“What are you doing? Don’t tell me...” Panic gripped Laura, and her body instinctively writhed on the bed.

“Stop moving!” He pressed down hard on Laura’s slender, strong legs, then used her skirt belt to tightly tie her delicate, pale ankles together.

“Hurry up, Jack! We don’t have much time!” The armed thief had already opened the drawer in Laura’s bedroom, starting to rummage through it messily.

“What’s the rush? This girl seems to live alone. We have plenty of time!” The man called Jack stood up unhurriedly. He looked down at Laura lying face-down on the bed, with her hands and feet tied and her mouth gagged, she was completely unable to fight back. Then he walked over to Laura’s vanity, carefully going through it.

As she saw the two men searching for valuable things and leaving her alone, Laura felt a little better. She stopped struggling and lay still on the bed.

“Hey, Jack! Did you find anything good?!” the thinner man called out.

“Damn it, all I see is clothes and books!” Jack grumbled, rummaging through Laura’s cabinets carelessly.

“Forget it, let’s get out of here!” The thinner man gathered some of Laura’s jewelry and pulled her wallet from her purse, then called to his friend.

“Wait...” Jack, who had just reached the door, suddenly stopped.

Laura had been struggling for a while, and now she lay face-down on the bed. Her skirt had been pushed up, revealing her white underwear. The slender, athletic woman’s naked legs stretched out on the bed, and her white panties, visible under the rolled-up skirt, were tightly wrapped around her round, full buttocks, making her look incredibly enticing.

“Oh man, this woman is so pretty. It would be a waste to leave without doing something with her! Her hands and feet are tied up anyway, so let’s have some fun!” Jack stared at Laura’s full bottom and exposed legs, and couldn’t stop swallowing hard.

“Whimpering...” Laura heard Jack’s words and immediately struggled to turn over, writhing and crying out.

“Stop moving, you bitch! Let us have our fun!” Jack muttered as he lunged at Laura, but was caught off guard when she kneed him hard in the stomach.

“Don’t move!” The other guy also lunged forward, pressing his gun against Laura’s head.

“You stupid whore! How dare you resist?!” Jack, teeth grinding in pain, swore at her and slapped Laura twice across the face.

Ugh ... Laura’s head spun from the slaps, blood flowing from the corner of her mouth. With a gun pointed at her head, she didn’t dare to resist anymore.

“You stupid whore, let me teach you a lesson!” Jack snarled, using his knife to cut through the neckline of Laura’s shirt. Then, grabbing the fabric, he tore it apart with a ripping sound! Laura’s shirt was split in two, exposing her snow-white upper body and the bra covering her full, rounded breasts! He grabbed the bra and yanked it hard. The pink bra snapped instantly, and her two large, white, tender breasts sprang free!

Wahh ... Laura writhed in pain, her exposed upper body trembling as her large, white breasts swung back and forth, shame and agony mingling in her cries.

“Damn, this bitch’s tits are huge!” Jack said, throwing himself onto Laura and grabbing her exposed, full breasts with both hands, kneading them roughly.