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.

Under the thug's assault, Laura twisted her half-naked body with difficulty. She never imagined she'd be violated by two thugs in her own home, feeling unprecedented shame and pain. She tried to scream, but only muffled groans escaped from her gagged mouth.

Jack grabbed Laura's torn blouse, ripping it down to her shoulders, then wrapped his arms around her naked, soft, full upper body, covering her two plump, round breasts with sloppy kisses.

As her exposed breasts were ravaged by the thug's mouth, Laura felt an indescribable disgust and an unbearable tingling. She was shocked to find her sensitive nipples hardening! Laura closed her eyes, writhing and moaning while desperately trying to find a way to escape.

After playing with Laura's naked breasts for a while, Jack bent down, lifting her skirt to her waist. Then he grabbed her narrow, pale white panties and forcefully pulled them down!

"No!" Laura screamed in her mind. She felt a chill below as her underwear was pulled down to her ankles.

The two criminals stared at Laura's exposed lower body. Below her neatly trimmed thick golden pubes, her soft and round mound stood out. The two plump, dark red lips hid the delicate flesh hole, creating an incredibly seductive look.

"Damn, this slut's down there is as chubby as the rest of her!" Jack cursed as he pressed his hands on those soft lips and began rubbing.

"Ooh..." A tingling shock rushed through her sensitive area. Humiliated, Laura writhed and tried to avoid the criminal's touch while sniffling.

"Don't move! You bitch, just stay here and enjoy it with us!" The man with the gun grabbed Laura's breast with one hand and held the gun to her head with the other.

Jack stood up and went to the open wardrobe in Laura's bedroom. Amidst the messy pile of women's clothing, he found two black stockings. He tugged on them and felt they were strong, so he walked back over.

Laura's partner held a gun to her head as she lay on the bed, breathing lightly. She wore almost nothing, her full, large chest heaving dramatically. She looked pitiful.

Jack took the chance to lift Laura's legs, which were hanging off the bed. He unfastened the belt from her exposed ankles, then grabbed her snow-white, plump thighs with his strong arms and spread them open, lifting her legs onto the bed.

Laura felt her legs forced apart roughly. Now completely exposed down there, a wave of shame made her moan despite herself.

Jack tied one of Lauras's ankles with a stocking, fastening the other end securely to the headboard. He did the same with the other ankle and the other end of the bed.

With her feet secured by the stockings, her legs were stretched wide open in a perfect "M" shape. Her slender, strong legs twitched and struggled, but the black stockings were too elastic. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't free herself! Fear and shame threatened to make her beg and cry, but with her mouth gagged, all that came out were muffled sounds as her pretty face grew beet red.

Jack stared at the beautiful body spread out on the bed. The woman's hands and feet were bound, and she seemed completely defeated. She lay naked, her full breasts and lower body exposed, moaning and writhing in despair. He felt like his body was about to explode with desire! He suddenly grabbed Laura and spread her snow-white legs apart, then buried his head between her thighs.

The lower part of Laura's body gave off the scent of a young woman: the sweet aroma of flesh mixed with a hint of sweat. Jack inhaled deeply, his nose rubbing against her soft mound as his tongue found her warm, damp lips, delving in to suck and lick.

As the sensitive lips were stimulated by the thief's suckling, a wave of intense pleasure surged through Laura, causing her legs and hips to tremble uncontrollably!

"No! No way! Oh my God! What's happening to me? I can't let this happen!" The overwhelming pleasure nearly overpowered her, making her quiver all over. She could feel her most intimate area growing noticeably hotter and wetter! She strained to keep her body from responding, trying to suppress these shameful sensations, but her mature, sensitive body betrayed her instincts with telltale signs of arousal.

"You cheap slut! Getting turned on already?!" Jack glared up at Laura's saliva-covered pussy. The reporter's plump, pink lips had parted slightly, revealing the swollen, hardening nub inside! The pink hole twitched continuously, framed by her snow-white, round buttocks that shifted and swayed, creating an irresistibly seductive sight.

"Dammit! I need to find a way..." Shame consumed Laura as she hated how her body was responding so eagerly, betraying her with its honest reactions even under the hands of a criminal.

Jack lowered his head again, his tongue circling her swollen nub, and both hands kneaded her exposed, full breasts with force.

"Ah! No..." Laura fought back desperately, her naked body twisting and turning. But with her legs and hands tied, she couldn't escape the man's abuses.

"You bastard! Stop it..." The sensation as Jack licked her intimate area was both unbearable and difficult to describe. Her body felt weak, almost losing all will to resist. The violated flesh was achy and itched like crazy, Laura felt like she might cry from pure shame!

"You bitch! Already dripping, aren't you really asking for it?!" Jack lifted his head, noticing that the tied-up reporter's slit was slightly open. He saw sparkly liquid flowing from her tender pink hole! He cursed loudly at Laura and began to pull down his pants.

"Wahh!!..." Laura suddenly lifted her head, her eyes full of pleading. She tried to cry out from her mouth covered by a man's briefs, struggling to get the man's attention.

"Wait, Jack! This bitch seems like she wants to say something!" the gun-carrying thug said. He yanked out the underwear from Laura's mouth.

"I...I mean, I... I'm not... I'm not going to...I-I wasn't taking---" Laura tried to speak with several lines.

"I-I-I was just gonna say... I didn't... I didn't take a pill... I-I-I..." Realizing how much Jack's crotch was bulging, her face reddened as she begged stubbornly.

"Hahaha!! You stupid bitch! Taking what pill?!" Jack burst into laughter.

"Please, I have—If we go ahead, there's... birth control pills in my purse. Let me take one first. Then you can... I'll let you do whatever you want, just please!" Laura seemed close to tears from shame. She bit her lip and begged quietly, her eyes fixed on her small purse tossed in the corner.

"Oh?" Jack looked skeptically at the attractive woman before him. His companion walked over to rummage through Laura's purse, finding a small bottle, as expected.

"Looks like real birth control pills," he said, handing the bottle to Jack. Jack examined the bottle carefully. The label showed it was a fast-acting contraceptive meant to be taken just before sex.

"Slut! So you are a natural-born whore, keeping this stuff with you at all times?! Were you planning to find any man to fuck you just like that?!" Jack snarled, shaking a pill out of the bottle and thrusting it toward Laura's mouth.

Laura quickly lifted her head and swallowed the pill in his hand!

"Thank you!" Still tied up and lying exposed on the bed, Laura suddenly winked at the two thugs. Both men felt an immediate sense of ominous foreboding!

Suddenly, white light flashed before the robbers' eyes. This dazzling brightness made them go temporarily blind!

When their vision returned, they gaped in shock at the scene before them. They stood there, unsure what to do.

The manacled and naked woman on the bed had vanished. In her place stood a young, beautiful fighter in tight, bizarre clothes.

This woman seemed to have appeared out of nowhere. She wore a black helmet, and her long blond hair draped past her shoulders. A butterfly-shaped blindfold covered her eyes. Her curvaceous figure was squeezed into a dark red leather bodysuit with a low neckline, exposing her smooth, delicate shoulders and most of her soft, plump chest. Her arms were covered by long, dark red gloves that went to her elbows. Below, she wore a black leather miniskirt that barely covered her rounded rear end, leaving her full, pale legs exposed from mid-thigh down. Her legs were topped by black leather boots that extended to her knees, making her toned, straight legs look even more alluring.

The dark red leather top she wore revealed her ample cleavage, and between her breasts was a striking black star.

"Black Star... The Black Star Heroine?!" The two men were stunned, gaping at her as they trembled all over.

"You two are getting what you deserve! I'm here to teach you a lesson!" The Black Star Heroine's voice was crisp and commanding.

"No!" Jack turned and ran. Just as he began, he saw something flash, and a pale, shapely leg appeared in front of him. A heavy blow struck his head, knocking him out.

"Damn, vixen!" The second man raised his gun, aiming it at the stunning woman who had just knocked out his partner.

"Bang!" He fired but almost couldn't believe his eyes. The Black Star Heroine waved her hand and the bullet he had shot disappeared!

"You want to see a magic trick?" Laughing mischievously at the flabbergasted criminal, the Black Star Heroine opened her clenched right hand, revealing the vanished bullet now in her grasp.

"See you later?! You..." Before the thief could finish, he watched the Black Star Heroine's beautiful body dance gracefully through the air. In an instant, just like his buddy, he felt a hard kick on his head and blacked out.

Phew! That was close! Seeing both thieves unconscious, the Black Star Heroine put a hand on her full chest and murmured to herself.

"The mighty Black Star Heroine, almost getting raped by these two small-time crooks? That's ridiculous!" She kicked each unconscious guy twice, her expression clearly showing her contempt.

"How should I deal with them? They've seen my transformation process. At least I shouldn't let them run around spreading rumors, right?" She pondered, her lips pursed.

"Oh right, the Imbecile Rehabilitation Center would be perfect for these two losers!" Talking to herself, she walked over to the dresser, and from some small bottles that seemed to contain cosmetics, she poured out some liquids and ointments before mixing them...