Trans Damsel Stories: The Reporter

I held my breath and gripped my pistol tightly as the door opened. The thugs peered in but quickly walked away. I sighed in relief. The coast was clear after a minute, and I tried to leave the way I came in. I had to stop and hide as there were several goons patrolling that area. Slipping around another way, I wandered through the corridors as quietly as possible. I snuck into an empty area and looked for a window I could climb out of.

Despite my best efforts I stumbled into a guard. Luckily, he had his back turned to me. I ran up and pressed my gun to the back of his head.

"Don't move." I whispered.

He raised his hands up, letting his rifle swing around his neck. I grabbed it off of him and used it to knock him out. He fell to the ground with a sharp thud. I tucked the revolver into the waistband of my skirt and switched to the rifle. Turning the corner, I came face to face with another guard. Opting not to shoot, I swung the rifle at him too, but he was able to dodge and grab it from my hands. I grabbed the revolver from my skirt and aimed it at him.

"You don't look like the hostage-taking type." He sneered at me.

Before I knew it, four more guards were in the corridor behind me, aiming weapons. I knew when to fold. I dropped the gun and put my hands up, allowing it to clatter to the ground. They were all over me in seconds, manhandling me to the floor. I resisted and squirmed, but they were able to put handcuffs on my wrists and ankles. One of the guards put a blindfold on me and I felt myself being lifted over powerful strong shoulders. He had the audacity to spank me as he picked me up, and I could feel the pain linger.

They carried me for several minutes. I felt my skirt ride up as I was being hauled around like a duffel bag. It was humiliating and I felt utterly defeated. I heard a door open, and I was carried through and placed in a chair. The handcuffs were uncomfortable, and I struggled, but there was no point in resisting. The blindfold was pulled off my face and I was astonished to see the woman from the hotel. She was dressed in a blouse with a tight grey pencil skirt. A man was there too, sitting behind the desk in front of my chair. He wore a black leather jacket with dark jeans.

I recognized him from my research as the leader of one of the terrorist cells, one that operated in the city.

"I heard about your escape from my associate here. Very impressive." The man said coldly.

"Your plan is nuts! Dozens of people could die!" I yelled to him.

"Hundreds." He corrected me.

I gazed at the woman pleadingly.

"You're on board with this? Weren't you an agent who was meant to fight against terrorists?" I asked.

"Like I said earlier, the pay is so much better on the dark side." She responded.

I was disgusted with her greed and shook my head.

"As you're now aware of, we have a heist to pull off and we can't have you getting in our way. My associate here is an expert in interrogation, I will leave you to her special care." The terrorist said. "Now take her away!" He ordered.

I noticed that there were wheels on the chair I was tied to. A guard pulled it and wheeled me out of the room. After a minute or so, we reached a dark room that looked out of place for a warehouse. A velvet rug was laid across the middle of the floor with four pegs sticking out a foot past each corner of it. By the wall, there was a round table placed side-ways with four leather straps on each post. I must not have been the first person to be interrogated in that room.

The two guards removed my handcuffs and dragged me over the rug to the table, which was on a concrete section of the floor. One held me still while the other one unzipped my skirt. I tried to fight back but the two of them were much stronger than me. With only my sleeveless white bodysuit, I was picked up and pushed against the table. My wrists and ankles were each fastened with a strap. The two guards left the room, and for a minute I was alone and strapped to the table.

I struggled against the straps, trying not to panic. I felt so exposed with most of my clothes stripped off. The woman came in, looking as sexy as she did at the hotel.

"Hmmm, look at you." She said seductively.

She approached me, unbuttoning her blouse. She placed her right leg on the empty chair, revealing a white thong underneath her skirt.

"I'm going to have to make this quick, since I have some materials to steal, but I am glad you survived the bathtub. I've been dreaming about your cock, and I can't wait to experience it for myself." She told me.

She had a sexy white bra, and her breasts were incredibly attractive. I could see her pink nipples shine through, and despite myself, I felt myself grow aroused. She began caressing my nipples through my bodysuit and she began teasing my cock through the fabric. Her fingers found the button that clasped the bottom of my bodysuit together and unbuttoned it, pulling it up. My cock grew rock hard in her warm hands.

"Let's see how fast I can make you cum." She said sultrily, bringing her lips down to my cock.

She blew me like an expert. Her mouth was heavenly. I was turned on by my helplessness, by the sexy woman blowing me, and by my own humiliation and nakedness. I was tied up half-naked and firmly in her power. I could see her breasts as she sucked my cock, and they were large and voluptuous. She had me within minutes. I couldn't take the pleasure anymore and was so close.

Sensing this, she released my cock from her mouth and began sucking on my nipples. She jerked me off, ramping up the speed and soon I gasped as an orgasm came. I was screaming and shaking uncontrollably as she was standing beside me, stroking me. I lost control when I blew a huge load of cum. It shot all over the concrete floor as I shook with ecstasy. She didn't stop, going on and on until I was milked dry. I left a pool of cum under the table I was strapped to, and my head hung low, as I was utterly defeated and exhausted.

She released the straps on the table, and I fell to my knees, careful to avoid the cum on the floor. She grabbed my hair and dragged me over to the carpet just a few feet away. She tore away my bodysuit, leaving me naked. She threw the crumpled bodysuit to a corner of the room, just past the puddle of cum.

"The good news is that I'm not going to kill you this time. At least not until the job is done. The bad news is that I can't have you run off and interfere with my plans. Guards!" She yelled.

Two men that had been guarding the door came in. They pointed guns at me, and I simply knelt on the rug, compliant. While I stayed there, she walked over to a chest by a corner and pulled out four long silk ropes.

"Help me tie her up." She ordered.

The two guards held me down to the rug, spreading my limbs out wide. I had started to recover from my orgasm and gained the strength to struggle. They held me down and I was helpless as they tied ropes around my wrists and ankles. They then tied each rope to the peg, pulling them tight and stretching me out wide. I was weakly squirming under their firm grips, and they seemed to take pleasure in holding me down.

"Comfortable?" She laughed.

I felt the soft rug under my naked body and the silk ropes against my skin. It was surprisingly comfortable, but I was also stretched out helplessly. My faded erection was stirring slightly as I adjusted to this bondage.

"Now we're going to leave you here. You'll be all alone and naked with your puddle of cum. I have no idea how long we'll be gone, but when we're back, we'll have everything we need for the weapon. Then we'll dispose of you." She gloats.

I didn't give her the dignity of a response. I just glared at her in silence as the situation set in. She cackled one more time then left with the guards, leaving me there. I tested each rope and thrashed about helplessly. I was stretched so tightly I couldn't even move that much. I couldn't help how horny the idea of being tied spreadeagle to the floor made me.

The feeling of the velvet against my skin and the silk added to my arousal. I was just so turned on. I shouted and screamed for help, but I knew no one was there. I was a helpless, horny, naked damsel in distress and all I could hope for was someone to rescue me. I felt my cock grow rock hard again, and I raised my head to watch my erection. My mind raced with memories of how she'd made me cum.

I felt ashamed of the cum puddle on the floor, but I was also satisfied by the fact I'd been made to orgasm. The flood of feelings and emotions was relentless. I desperately wanted to touch myself. I jerked at the ropes and thought about how her lips had felt around my cock. I thought about the rough hands of guards carrying me around like a little doll. I hated how I enjoyed being naked and exposed, and I would struggle so I could feel the velvet rug against my back. I wanted a guard to grope me and humiliate me, maybe even pleasure himself to me. I wanted to be watched, but I was alone in my shame. I worked up a sweat from my thrashing and struggling, and the arousal left me dripping with pre-cum.

I had no way to track time, but I knew hours were going by. I thought about how I was so powerless to stop the evil plot. There was nothing to be done. I started to fade into sleep, though it was hard with my limbs stretched out so wide. I woke up to the sound of conversation and footsteps. To my dismay, the idea of being found naked and tied up turned me on. It had been hours since I'd been forced to orgasm, and I was ready to cum again.

The guards found me with a massive erection, dripping precum onto my stomach. I was no doubt drenched in it. My interrogator came into the room. She was in a black catsuit, most likely from her time on the heist. She carried a vial in her hand.

"Enjoying our hospitality, I see? Unfortunately for you, you've already had your last orgasm. That mess you made on the floor was it." She taunted.

I felt embarrassed, like a slut. I was shiny with beads of sweat and fully exposed with my fully erect penis.

"You see this vial? This is exactly what we need to complete the weapon. Our scientists will work around the clock to produce it. It's going to be only a matter of hours before we deploy it. But you? You won't be around to see the final result. I have an excellent plan for you." She giggled.

Before I could see or say anything a guard lifted my head off the rug and pressed a damp cloth to my face. I did my best to resist but there was no avoiding it. I drifted out of consciousness, very briefly flashing back in to feel my body being carried by several men before drifting back out of it. I finally woke up lying on a board on a conveyor belt. My arms were by my sides, with my wrists and ankles strapped down. Ropes were wrapped around my body, tightly tying me down to the conveyor belt. The turncoat agent approached me, having stripped out of her catsuit and into a skintight leotard.

"Oh my, what a predicament you're in. Tied to a conveyor belt, naked. You're powerless to stop us now." She taunted me.

"You'll never get away with this! I'll get out of this, then I'll stop you!" I shouted back.

"You know, this place used to be a sawmill. Which is incredibly helpful for giving me ways to dispose of you." She explained.

To my horror, I noticed a circular buzzsaw at the end of the conveyor belt. One of the goons approached and pressed a button, turning it on. The sound was unbelievably loud, as the saw whirred into motion. It span alarmingly fast. I struggled as much as I could, testing each strap.

"Well, I need to head to the lab to see this project through. Don't worry, the conveyor belt will move extra slowly, giving you plenty of time to think about it. I'll leave some of the boys here behind to make sure the job's done. I won't underestimate you this time, you've earned my respect. You've reached your last deadline. It's time to split!" She gleefully told me.

She quickly left, taking about half of the guards with her, leaving six of them behind. She pressed a button on her way out, causing the conveyor belt to start moving. The saw was at the other end of the room, and the board I was strapped to was moving painstakingly slow. I couldn't break out, and I was utterly trapped.

Part 3: The Lab

I could see the saw approaching. I couldn't help but be aroused by the whole situation. I was hard, and my erection kept my cock pointed up onto my stomach. I tried my best to wriggle out, but there was no escaping, the conveyer belt kept on moving. It moved inch by inch, and the saw was unrelenting. The guards watching me were steel faced. They were clad in leather jackets, gripping submachine guns and rifles. I was embarrassed that I was getting so aroused in front of an audience.

"Please help! Somebody save me! Please!" I screamed.

No one was moved by my pleas. All I could do was scream and struggle against the ropes, thrashing my head and body as the belt moved me closer to my doom. Pre-cum was dripping over my stomach and my body was drenched in sweat. The ropes held me down tighter than any bondage I'd been in so far. I tried kicking out my knees and wriggling my arms, but my ankles and wrists were held down by the leather straps.

Even if I was somehow able to break free of those, I would still have to deal with the ropes and vice versa. The closer the saw came, the more my arousal gave way to fear. My erection faded, leaving my cock flopped down limply against my stomach. I was overcome with distress. Adrenaline pumped through me. My heart pounding, I tried to think of something anything, but I literally had nothing to use. I could feel myself squirming and wriggling but I don't even know if I was in control of that.

It took minutes for my feet to reach the saw. It was spinning relentlessly, sending sawdust from my board scattering all over me. I coughed from it. The blade was between my feet, and I could feel it moving between my legs as I was pushed ever closer.

"HELP! PLEASE HELP ME! SAVE ME!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.

I was covered in sawdust, sweat, and pre-cum. The blade was just a foot away from my groin. I braced for the inevitable. It would be over soon, painfully, and messily. I was at the end of my rope. Just as my balls were inches from being sliced, I heard a sharp twang. Something flew threw the air and hit the control panel for the buzzsaw. To my immense relief, the saw stopped spinning. I turned my head and squinted. It looked like a throwing star had lodged itself in the console.

The guards immediately reacted, searching for the source. They frantically aimed their weapons in every direction, trying to figure out who threw the star. The figure moved quickly, like a black blur. A guard fired off a shot in panic, not hitting anything.

"You idiot!" Another guard scolded.

Within seconds, the blur emerged behind him, and he was knocked out in the blink of an eye. I caught glimpses of my rescuer running between crates and hiding from the gunmen. They seemed to be dressed in black, but I couldn't tell anymore. I was still tied down tight, with the motionless saw between my legs. I couldn't see well, and I had to strain to turn my head to see what was happening. A guard who was standing on a catwalk overlooking the room suddenly fell off, screaming as he flew to the floor.

I could see her then. She was petite and attractive. She wore a sleeveless black leotard with a red sash around her waist. She had long black hair tied back into a ponytail and her face was obscured by a black mask. She had pieces of fabric hanging off of the lower half her leotard, flowing between her legs like a loincloth. She wore elbow length black gloves with thigh high black boots, but they seemed to be made of a softer fabric that allowed her to move quietly. I recognized her as Ninja Girl, a new vigilante that had been terrorizing the criminal underworld.

I couldn't help but grow aroused as this sexy heroine was saving me. I think I'd taken to be in a damsel in distress quite well. The combination of the bondage, the danger, and the rescue felt incredibly erotic. She was magnificent to watch in action. Dodging bullets, she zipped through the warehouse, knocking out the henchmen attacking her. She was incredibly acrobatic, cartwheeling and flipping through the space to launch punches and kicks at her enemies.

I could see the fabric covering the back of her costume flip up to reveal a thong back, showing her beautiful, round ass. My breathing grew heavy with excitement. The relief of being saved from the saw and the sight of such a sexy heroine really had an effect on me. Only two guards remained. They decided to stand together on the ground floor, back-to-back. It was a smart move, but they didn't expect her to drop down on them from above.

With a flip, she dropped between them and knocked them both out with sharp kicks, essentially doing the splits. I was impressed. I could see she was tired from the fight, and she stopped to take a breath.

"You saved my life!" I thanked her.

"Come on, let me get you out of that." She offered.

She walked up and pulled the board back on the conveyor belt. I was relieved to feel myself moved away from the saw. I could tell she was strong. It took some effort, but she was able to use her knife to cut the ropes off me. They fell to floor, and she worked on the straps keeping my wrists and ankles bound. I was finally free and stood up from the board. My feet were cold against the concrete floor.

"You're Ninja Girl, right? How did you find this place?" I asked. She nodded in response.

"I followed them back here after the heist. I know these guys are up to something, but I can't quite figure it out." She explained.

Brushing the sawdust off my body, I explained everything I'd found in my investigation and that I'd been captured after discovering the truth.

"We need to move fast! I have no idea what lab they picked. We need to find a computer." I suggested.

She took me by the hand, and we ran through the warehouse, leaving the unconscious henchmen where they were. We didn't have to go far to find an office. Hacking into the computer, I frantically searched through the files to figure out where the lab was. While I did this, Ninja Girl disappeared from the office. I didn't have time to worry about it as I searched.

"Got it!" I announced excitedly.

She returned as soon as I said it with a towel. She handed it to me, and I wiped the sweat off my body. She looked at the computer screen with the address.

"I know where that is, it's right downtown!" She told me.

"We have to get to my car! They could be almost finished with it!" I said to her.

"No time for that, we'll take my bike. Follow me!" She commanded.

She leads me out to a window. We were on the third floor, and outside of the window was a pipe that led down to a bush. It looked like a long drop down.

"Grab onto me." Ninja Girl said.

I wrapped my arms around her waist as she took me down. I could feel her tight abs, which were molded into a six pack. I felt the spandex of her leotard against my body, especially enjoying how it felt against my breasts. I felt her breathing as we slid down the pipe. Her bike was parked near the bush. The cool night air made me shiver. I could feel the wind against my naked body.

"I need something to wear." I complained.

"I have some spare outfits. Good thing we're a similar size, it should fit you. I guess I could use a sidekick for this job." She threw me a backpack that was lying next to a motorcycle.

I pulled out a sleek-looking black string bikini with the same sets of gloves and boots. I had a colleague that had reported on some of her deeds, and it was known as one of her other costumes. My ass was a little bigger than hers, and of course I had a penis to consider. The material was stretchy enough to still fit me, and my genitals fit snugly into the bikini bottom. I tied the strings together and tried on the top. Unfortunately, my boobs were bigger than hers, and the top was a tighter fit, barely able to contain my breasts inside without exposing my nipples. With the gloves and boots on, I looked ready to fight crime.