Trans Damsel Stories: The Reporter

I decided to go with a 1st person perspective for this one. I didn't set out to make this story so long, but it ended up stretching out into a 3 part serial. I really wanted to recreate the feeling of a serial with kinky peril and cliffhangers. My aim is to make a series with transgender damsels in distress with all kinds of scenarios. I'm excited to explore some of the other ideas for this series. I hope you enjoy this chapter!

Part 1: The Hotel

I had a reputation to uphold. As a well-respected investigative reporter, I'd been able to uncover some big scoops. Crooked politicians, gangsters, and unscrupulous businessmen had all been taken down by my stories. I was a hot-shot reporter in one of the biggest cities in the country. I knew that my looks played a large part in this. Men had a weakness for petite dark-haired dames who didn't mind showing a little skin. Lovers who were lucky enough to get into bed with me were often surprised to find a bulge in my underwear. Never heard a single complaint about it, as I was very well-endowed with a large penis. I was going undercover to the gala. I'd gotten a lead that major tech billionaires had secretly been bankrolling a terrorist group to cause the government to buy contracts for their advanced surveillance technologies.

I reviewed the files as I sat at my desk, working in my bathrobe. I was looking into several persons of interest. These companies were known to be involved in shady experiments with AI, robots, and other ethically questionable things. The clothes I would need were laid out and my bed, and I removed my bathrobe to change. I admired myself in the mirror for a second, looking at my round, perky tits, my straight black hair, and the well-groomed bush around my penis.

I wore enough make-up that I practically looked like a different person. I wanted to be seductive. I wore lipstick that was painted a bright shade of red, which matched my dress. It was low-cut and sleeveless, with a slit that ran right up my right leg. If someone was lucky, they might catch a look at my lacy red thong. I knew I looked good and more importantly, I knew I could fit right in with the crowd. The function was being held at a hotel, and I knew that if I could find my way into the right room, I could collect the information I needed.

The taxi dropped me off and it was time for my first test. I had a fake ticket with my cover name. I had worked with partners who were skilled at hacking and infiltration. Still, I knew the security would be tight and technologically advanced. I held my breath as the security guard scanned my QR code and let out a sigh of relief when he waved me through. This was a high value fundraiser for charities that were definitely being used as tax havens. Tickets cost thousands of dollars, and I certainly didn't have that kind of money to spare. The hotel was elegant, and incredibly ornate. I enjoyed walking along the carpet and seeing the detailed paintings.

The ballroom was filled with attractive people. They wore sharp suits, tuxedos, military dress uniforms, and elegant ball gowns. I still managed to turn heads as I walked by, letting my tanned leg slip through the slit in my dress. Walking carefully in my high heels, I approached the bar and sipped on my drink as I observed the crowd around me. I immediately recognized important people. Politicians, government and military officials, celebrities, and CEOs were mingling with their entourages. I'm certain there were some spies in the mix.

I had been at the bar for a few minutes when she spotted me. She was tall and blond, wearing a sleeveless black dress that was so short it might as well have been a t-shirt. She was stunning, and I instantly felt attracted to her. Our eyes met and she approached me at the bar.

"Enjoying the party?" She asks with a slight foreign-sounding accent.

I couldn't quite place where she was from. She sounded European, but beyond that I couldn't tell. I nodded back and introduced myself with my cover story. I asked about her.

"You could say I work in the security industry." She responded mysteriously.

I decided not to press further. We had a delightful conversation, and she offered to meet up with me for drinks later. She would be in town for a few days. We must have talked for a while, before she leaned in to whisper. Her lips brushed against my ear, sending thrills down my spine. She told me her room number. I was excited, and I could feel myself tingling with anticipation and arousal, but I had a job to do.

"Maybe not tonight." I apologized. "But if you're sticking around, I can come by tomorrow."

She winked at me and sauntered away to a table, just in time for the dinner to start. I was seated at a table with all kinds of disreputable figures. A crooked city councilman, an heiress to a weapons dealer, and the CEO of a private military company were just some of the people at my table. We had a surprisingly fun conversation, and it was clear they bought my story. The food was fantastic too. I had an excellent plate of swordfish, and a delicious dessert to wash down with red wine. I decided then to do more undercover stories with the upper crust, they clearly knew how to have fun.

Amid the raucous laughter and boisterous conversation, I identified my target. There was a tech executive who would definitely have the information I needed. He was already roaring drunk and would be an easy mark. I had options to get to his hotel room. I thought really hard about seducing him, and even considered slipping off my panties to stuff in his pocket. I could have brought him to the hotel room and rifled through his files while he passed out drunk but that might have been risky. I decided to go with a more direct option.

Dinner was over, and the guests scattered to mingle and dance. I maneuvered myself to stand in the executive's way, so that he would bump into me when he stumbled towards the bar. No one saw me steal his hotel room key, and no one would have a difficult time believing that a drunk man could lose his key at the party. He spilled a small amount of red wine on my dress, and that gave me the perfect excuse to slip out of the ballroom. It wasn't a terribly different color from my dress at any rate, and I walked past the bathroom to take the elevator, making sure that no one was following me.

His room was on the twelfth floor. There was no one in the hallway when I walked up to his room number. The keycard worked and I slipped into his room. It was a luxurious suite that offered a fantastic view of the city skyline. With the door safely closed behind me, I slipped out of my heels, enjoying the feel of the carpet underneath my bare feet. I knew I didn't have much time and quickly searched around the room. I noticed a manilla folder under a desk and got down on my hands and knees to pick it up.

"Bingo!" I muttered. It was exactly what I was looking for.

The company was definitely up to no good and they were definitely working with terrorists. There was a list of facilities where unethical experiments were being conducted. I took photos of everything, uploading it to a secret folder in the cloud. I found the most important file, which gave an address for a warehouse in the city's outskirts where the company was conducting research into bioweapons. It was guarded by the terrorist group and would be the next place for me to investigate.

I quickly put everything back where I found it, and just as I was getting off my knees, I heard the door open. My breath caught in my throat as the woman in the black dress stood in the doorway. She had a gun pointed at me and was flanked by two thugs in black ties and suits.

"Fancy seeing you here! I think you went to the wrong room, I'm up on the twentieth floor." She said, motioning to her guards.

The two men picked me up with powerful hands, dragging me with her out of the hotel room and into the hallway. I knew better than to try and fight back. They took me to the stairwells, and one of them picked me up, holding me over his shoulder. It was humiliating, but I knew that they were bigger than me, and I lay limply. I knew the woman and the guard behind me could see my panties slipping through my dress as I was carried up the stairs.

Her room was as luxurious as the one I'd broken into. One of the guards pulled a wooden chair from a desk and brought it into the middle of the room. Another one walked into the bathroom and came out with a duffel bag full of ropes.

"I know who you are, and I had a feeling you'd be coming to crash our party." The woman in the dress gloats.

"What your company is involved in is illegal! It's evil!" I protested.

"But the pay is so much better than anything I got as an intelligence agent." She responds. "My, you still have a stain on your dress, why don't you get a little more comfortable while we wash it?"

One of the guards unzipped my dress and yanked it off, leaving me standing in my red lingerie. My thong was incredibly small, and it was so lacy and see-through that my cock was visible. I knew my balls were poking out of it.

"Why even bother with panties if you're going to be that slutty?" She taunted me. "Tie her up!"

I tried to run away but the guards grabbed me. I did my best to wriggle free, but they were much stronger and bigger. The powerful hands forced me into the chair. They worked quickly with the synthetic black ropes. My hands were tied behind my back, a rope was tied around my stomach, and each of my ankles were tied to a chair leg. I could feel my bare butt against the chair, and my lacey bra was so loose, I could feel my nipples starting to slip out.

"Help! Somebody help! Please-mph" I was cut off as a ball-gag was forced into my mouth.

"It's so tragic that we're going to have to dispose of the city's best and brightest reporters." The woman crowed.

My eyes widened with fear. I struggled against my bonds, but I was tied tightly and firmly.

"Lucky for you, I have a party to get back to. I'm going to leave you here, tied up and helpless while I take my time. I want you to contemplate this. And I also want you to be turned on." She said in a sinister tone.

She slipped out of her dress, revealing her black lingerie. She climbed on top of me, kissing me and pulling my hair. She pinched my nipples, and I could feel her hot breath on my cheeks and in my ears. I couldn't help but get aroused. She ran her fingers over my cock, and I could feel it strain against my panties, as if it was trying to break out of them. Being tied up and helpless made me even more horny.

She abruptly stopped, satisfied with her work. I was a quivering and sweating mess. Drool slipped out of my lips and soaked my ball gag. My captor motioned for the guards to leave the room and opened her closet. She pulled out a stylish black jumpsuit, dressing herself. She tried on my high heels, and noticing they fit, she put them on.

"Do enjoy the view my dear. I'll see you in a couple of hours." She said, walking out of the door.

I was tied up alone in the hotel room in nothing but my lingerie. I desperately wanted to strip naked and masturbate. I was aroused, helpless, and abandoned. The city lights shone through the large window, and my mind raced through the different things they would do to me when the party was over. I looked around the room for something I could use to free myself, anything, but it was clear they'd considered that. There was nothing sharp, and I was tied so tightly I wouldn't have been able to move in any case. All I could do was wait, soaking in drool and pre-cum.

The lights must have needed a room key plugged in to stay on, as they went dark after a few minutes. I have no idea how long I sat in the darkness. I initially tried to squirm, and thrash my way free, testing the ropes. All it did was arouse me more and tire me out. I moaned and tried to make noise, but nothing happened either. Everyone must have been preoccupied downstairs. I had no idea how long I was left there. Bound and gagged, I gave up on struggling and tried to relax as much as I could in lacy underwear in a wooden chair. I might have even managed to doze off.

I was almost relieved when I heard the door open, I must have been sitting there for hours. Maybe someone would come in and rescue me. My heart sank when the woman who kidnapped me walked in. The guards with her were different men this time, they must have been from a new shift.

"Enjoying your stay dear?" She taunted me.

I could only glare at her. She turned the lights on in the room and shut the door behind her. One of the guards pulled the ball gag out but I refused to give them the satisfaction of speaking to them.

"I was really enjoying myself at the party. Thinking of all the ways I could deal with you. You're a sexy little thing, you know?" She motioned to the guards.

One of them gave her a pair of scissors, sending fear through me. What was she going to do with that? She approached me and pulled on the strings of my panties.

"Oh dear, you've ruined your lovely thong here. With all this pre-cum, I think it's beyond saving." She used the scissors to cut away my panties, sending my cock flopping down on the chair.

She yanked the panties out from under me, then she cut away my bra, leaving me naked. I shivered with chills, but I was also turned on.

"It's time for a swim." She revealed.

The guards untied the ropes binding my ankle and stomach but left my wrists tied. I used the moment to try to get away, springing into action. I tried to run from the room, but I didn't get far. A guard picked me up and threw me onto the bed, quickly pinning me down. I kept kicking and squirming, but the other guard was able to tie my ankles together, and before I knew it, I was hogtied on the bed. The bondage, the sexy woman in the room, and the manhandling all turned me on, and I could feel my rock-hard cock pressing against my stomach as I lay face down on the bed.

The guards picked me up and dragged me into the bathroom. I was thrown face down into the bathtub.

"Drowning in a bathtub sounds like an awfully anticlimactic way to go, but we have to work with what we've got. I'll do the courtesy of giving you some nice warm water, so you can die in some comfort." She turned on the faucet by my feet, which caused hot water to start pouring down into the tub.

The water rose slowly. I lifted my head to give myself more time.

"Well, I hope you enjoy this bath to cap off your stay at this wonderful hotel. It's been a pleasure, but I have more pressing matters to attend to." She evilly laughed.

I heard her leave with the guards, shutting the door behind them. I was alone in the bathtub, with water filling up. I tried kicking and struggling, but my hands and wrists were bound tight. I tried using my feet to turn off the faucet, but I couldn't reach it. I turned my head to the side, to give myself more time to think of a plan. My hair was starting to get soaking wet, along with the rest of my naked body. I squirmed to each side, gurgling in the water, as the line rose up. I tried to maneuver in the tub, but my hogtied body wouldn't allow it. I started kicking wildly, trying to do anything to break free or stop the faucet.

Splashing water around the bathroom, I struggled to break free. My kicking eventually loosed the rope tying my hands to my feet and I was able to get my legs free. Awkwardly, as my hands were tied behind my back, I was able to get onto my knees and maneuver myself around. I used my toes to stop the faucet, breathing a sigh of relief. I managed to get out of the tub, and left the bathroom, soaking wet. I found the scissors that were used to cut away my underwear by the chair and I kneeled down to pick them up. After some frustration, I was able to cut through the ropes tying my hands and I was free.

I had to get out of there fast, there was no telling if anyone would be back to check on me. I searched through the room and found a bathrobe, quickly wrapping myself in it. I ran out of the room and took an elevator down to the lobby where the receptionist noticed me.

"Enjoying the pool, ma'am?" He asked me.

I couldn't help but smile back as I was soaking wet in a bathrobe.

"Fantastic. Is there any chance you can call me a cab?" I asked sheepishly.

Part 2: The Warehouse

The taxi driver was savvy enough not to ask any questions. I tipped him well after running up to my apartment to grab some cash. When I got back into my room, I was overcome by exhaustion. And arousal. I didn't even bother to take off my bathrobe when I began to masturbate. My brush with death had turned me on immensely, and I just had to cum. I lifted up the skirts of my bathrobe and stroked fast, feeling my cock grow harder and harder. I hurried to open up the robe as I came over myself, gasping with relief.

I cleaned myself up and allowed myself some sleep. The sun shone through my apartment window when I woke up. I knew it was time to get to work. I searched through the photos I had taken earlier on the cloud and quickly figured out where the warehouse was. I had no time to waste, as they were planning something big. With any luck, they would still think I was dead. I opted for a comfortable white sleeveless bodysuit tucked into a short black skirt. I'd be able to move around a lot quicker in this. My long black boots were way better to move around in than heels, and since it was a chillier time of year, I put on a brown trench coat over my outfit.

I also made sure to bring my gun. It was a small black snub-nosed revolver. I wouldn't be taking any chances as these were dangerous people. The drive to the address was quite long, and it was far outside of the city. I was able to park by a dead-end road, but I would have to go the rest of the way on foot, as the warehouse was deep in the woods. I was glad I brought my trench coat, which protected my otherwise fragile clothes from the branches and twigs in the woods.

I don't know exactly how long I walked to reach the warehouse, but it took me a while. I was about to give up and go back towards the car when I finally stumbled upon it. It was a huge building, and I could see several ways in and out, all patrolled by heavily armed guards. I wanted to go in quietly, I knew I wouldn't last long in a shoot-out. Scouting around, I finally found an unguarded entrance and was able to slip in. Thankfully I didn't run into anyone, but I could tell my boots were making too much noise on the floor. I slipped them off and stashed them in a little closet along with my trench coat.

Going barefoot, I searched with my gun drawn. I hid from patrols, and patiently worked my way into an empty office. I found a computer at the desk, which was just what I needed. My hacker partners had developed a software that could get me through basically any security. I sat down at the desk and plugged in my USB. It quickly got me access to the files and I searched through, looking for evidence. I gasped in shock when I found out their plan.

The tech companies were working with the terrorists to launch a biological attack in the city's downtown area during rush hour. They would then use the fear and panic from this to lobby the government to buy their mass surveillance software. The leverage from this and the politicians in their pocket would allow them to take over. There was just one catch in the way of their plan. They were missing a compound to complete their biological weapon and were going to launch a heist to take what they needed from a government lab.

I needed to act quickly to stop this. I sent the files to myself and picked up my gun, preparing to move out. Suddenly I heard footsteps approach and hid under the desk. I could hear the gunmen chattering.

"There's an intruder here. Someone hacked into the computers. We need to find whoever they are and bring them in. Boss wants them alive." I heard a gruff voice saying.