Trial of Supergirl

Chapter 11: Amazon Games

Supergirl felt a hand reaching down to her, pulling her to her feet. She stumbled a bit, her thighs still trembling and the feeling of oozing man seed dripped slowly from between her legs. Her once glorious costume was ravaged, torn and covered in dirt and a blend of sweat and sex juices that glimmered off her playmate like body. She stood; her breath still heavy and chest heaving after countless orgasms, her muscles seemed tired and heavy.

“Come here girl!” The Amazon ordered her, dragging the once formidable Supergirl in her wake. She pulled her and stood her up against a nearby wall, facing her. Behind them both the curious but confused crowd kept their distance, trying to peer past the naked back of Wonder Woman to see what was going on.

“What, are you going to do with me?” a feeble Supergirl asked turning her head in shame; she couldn’t bear the thought of being subjugated by an equally arrogant heroine such as herself. She had never been before been put in such a position where she was forced to plead for her freedom.

“I know how powerful you can be, I’ve read the JLA files on you. I also know that your super powers allow you to regenerate those powers quickly if you are not properly restrained.”

Supergirl could only watch as the tall Amazon pulled her bound hands forward. She watched as Wonder Woman undid the smooth golden lasso from around her wrist, leaving only the single loop over her left wrist.

“Afraid what will happen if you completely release me?” Supergirl mocked her hoping to get the chance.

“In your state now?” She laughed in Supergirl’s face.

Supergirl turned away again, her face red and angry. If she only had a chance she would show the smug bitch how powerful and cunning she could be, it was only luck that Zatanna’s desperate spell had overpowered her. She had easily handled all three of them before then.

“Turn!” Wonder Woman spun her around, pulling Supergirl’s hands behind her back, now re-tying her with the soft strange material of the lasso. Supergirl suddenly caught the glimpse of a different shadow now appearing behind her. She peeked behind her and saw the exhausted and disheveled form of the sorcerer Zatanna.

“Enjoy yourself?” Wonder Woman mocked her as well.

“Shut up!” she spat back. “If it wasn’t for me this bitch would have gotten away!”

“Serves you right, that spell was too careless.” Wonder Woman chided her as Supergirl groaned at the tightness of the rope loosening around her wrist. “You spilled a lot of HER blood…do you have enough left for any powers?”

Supergirl picked up on something strange just then.

“What do you mean ‘her’ blood? Ohhmmmggg...” Supergirl asked but was shoved hard into the wall like a criminal. Wonder Woman kicked her legs apart spreading them wide until Supergirl’s tiny gravel stained skirt rode up her round ass.

“I bet you wish it was an inch or two longer now.” Wonder Woman teased her looking down at the skimpy red skirt.

Supergirl could only grit her teeth, she could feel the cool wind blowing between her legs, and she couldn’t look back but knew her naked peach was exposed from behind. How dare they treat her like this! She tried to struggle against the lasso. Wonder Woman held most of it in her own hands, only a single golden strand wrapped around Supergirl’s wrist, tied at the loop in the lasso….but still she couldn’t break free from its spell.

“I think I still have power for only one, maybe two spells.” Zatanna answered.

“Good, dress her.” Wonder Woman ordered Zatanna.

“What? Her? What about me?” She showed her the torn fishnets and stained portions of her own costume.

“They will want her unmarked, undamaged and presentable.” Wonder Woman replied.

Supergirl had no idea what they were talking about. They who? The press? The Police? Were they planning to hold another Presser to show off the capture of Supergirl?? She heard the typical sucking of female teeth behind her from the agitated superhorine and then a sudden glowing around her body. In a flash her costume had been repaired. The boldness of the red, yellow and blue stood out again. She could even smell the freshness of the fine satin and …thank goodness, she felt the tight pull of her costume between her legs again, covering between her legs.

“Mmmm, very nice. Now Zatanna, you can find Powergirl waiting just in that alley. She will fly you back to base.”

“And you?”

“I’ll be taking her in.”

Supergirl heard Wonder Woman say in an almost joyous manner. She heard the leaving footsteps of Zatanna and tried to turn her gaze back to Wonder Woman.

“You’re taking me to JLA headquarters?” She asked then her voice rose shockingly. “Hey what are you doing??”

“Not quite” Wonder Woman said lifting Supergirl’s skirt. She pulled the long remainder of the lasso over the heroine’s yellow belt and inside her skirt. She then pulled the golden rope tightly between Suprgirl’s legs, wrapping it around her waist and again between her legs.

“Nnoonnnngggg….” Supergirl whimpered feeling the strange crotch rope pressing hard against the costumed pussy.”

“Well we don’t want you gaining your powers back do we?” Wonder Woman looped the lasso and pulled it back between the Maiden of Might’s ass and tied it securely. “There now, it’s hidden beneath your skirt, and if you struggle…” she tugged at Supergirl’s hands.

“Oooohhh…nnnngggggg…” Supergirl groaned, pulling at the restraints caused the golden lasso between her legs to crease deep into her smoldering pussy.

“Good so now you see.” Wonder Woman smiled turning her captive to face her. “And let’s add a little insurance so you don’t get any clever ideas.”

“What?? Have you gone insane? What are you…”

Supergirl watched helpless in horror as her shimmering blue top was stretched, pulled down around her shoulders until her breast were exposed. She struggled to pull away but again Wonder Woman pulled her hands upward causing the obedient lasso to pull tightly between soft thighs. She watched powerlessly as Wonder Woman pulled another smaller strand of the lasso from between her large tits.

The tiny strand of material sparkled in her hands and Supergirl could see small clamps on each end of it. She watched unable to stop her as she pulled her nipples from under the designer bra. The Amazon licked her fingers, caressed her captors nipple, making her erect.

And then suddenly Supergirl felt the tiny piercing of the lasso as she slipped it through her nipple and secured it. Her body tensed and a shower of excitement built in her sex. The sensation was a rush, indescribable as she felt more helpless than ever now.

“Hmmm, seems I don’t even need to prime this one.” Wonder Woman completed the bondage by applying it to the other. “Long ago, when there were wars on Paradise Island, this is how captured prisoners were transported.”

Wonder Woman pulled gently at the golden strand between the Maiden of Might’s tits.

“OHhhhhh…..” Supergirl moaned, feeling he sensation even down to her toes in her boots. She fluttered weakly as the unexpected sensation had also caused her to move erratically and the binding rope hidden beneath her skirt now creased her satin costume even deeper inside her, her knees buckled.

‘Wonder Woman was perfect for this.’ She thought to herself. ‘Who else on Earth would know exactly how to restrain and capture a powerful girl as herself?’ She blushed with the thought of being beaten and held so well…so complete. The bitch defiantly had a talent for it.

Wonder Woman smiled at the effect it had on the young Supergirl and she pulled the heroine’s top back up, hiding the nipple bondage as well.

“So you’re Supergirl?” she laughed as her finger danced of the large ‘S’ on the Princess of Power’s blouse, tracing it with her finger playfully.

Athena blushed, frustrated and humiliated to be in such a position. And then suddenly….Wonder Woman leaned in, pressing her large tits against Supergirl’s own sore chest and stole a kiss from her lips.

Supergirl’s eye grew wide with shock as the woman’s soft wet lips tasted her own and then suddenly pulled away.

“If only I had my chance at you.” The Amazon whispered as Supergirl’s heart raced. Was the Amazon a lesbian? A chill went down her back and the thought of her being bound by the lasso, being made to obey….if Wonder Woman ordered her to perform some horrible, distasteful act…..she would be bound to obey!

But instead she pulled Supergirl from the wall, and the two brightly costumed superheroines marched through the crowd of peering gawkers.

“Move!” she ordered her, Pushing the caped heroine forward.

Supergirl, the prisoner, was forced to walk past the astonished crowd. The once proud heroine in blazing red yellow and blue passed by them, captured and controlled by the superior heroine behind her. The big titted Wonder Woman marched behind her, her face showing a slight smile of accomplishment of mammoth proportions. Her lips suppressing a full smile each time Supergirl stumbled, knowing the effects the sudden movement had on the wedged lasso beneath her captured hostage’s skirt.

Supergirl’s hands barely bound behind her showed only the singular strand of lasso, which to some onlookers seemed puzzling to hold the mighty girl.

Some of the more ambitions boys in the crowd whispered among themselves of fantasies they had of having the beautiful blond Supergirl in a similar position. They openly whispered of fantastic fantasies of the beautiful and sexy Supergirl being their personal captive and the things they had dreamed of doing with such a hot and tempting girl as her, unaware that every word could be easily heard by her. Supergirl knew her powers were sometimes a curse and she couldn’t stop hearing the explicit details of the boys. She felt flushed and tried to ignore it, but listening to them describe the things they had dreamed of doing to her seemed to intrigue her.

She then heard their hearts race slightly as the restrained leggy girl in the tiny skirt passed them. The grand vision of seeing her in person seemed larger than life. The boys took in her curvaceously striking body as she passed by while others aimed their cell phones like a firing squad, capturing Supergirl’s shameful march past them.

Supergirl’s eyes could not meet there’s, she caught glimpses of the crowd as they watched her. Her heart raced as well, she had an urge to just die instead of enduring this humiliation of parading their once mighty hero past them to show how defeated and pathetic she was now. How the Amazon had bested her and now had the dominate superheroine of the planet her captive. But even stranger was the rising feeling inside her, an excitement she battled inside herself. Her sex tingled with the rising thrill of the humiliation of the bragged Maiden of Might being humbled and demonstrated in such a fashion.

Deep suppressed fantasies of her own rose to the surface, her broken will unable to stop them from playing out in her mind, afraid that they would discover her darkest secrets and perverted fantasies of her own. Her own deep hidden desires of being defeated and taken to task for everyone to truly see what a fashionable whore she was.

A deep fear shot inside of her now as she cold feel her resistance break for a moment. Her thoughts give way and the cold feeling of her own panties stained with the wetness now pressing beneath her skirt.

‘That damn lasso’ she thought imagining the oval shape of wetness that now was probably stained between her panties and the golden lasso’s friction with each step she took. But also the second restraint Wonder Woman had used on her, the portion of golden stretched between her two erect nipples played havoc with her as they brushed against the soft silkiness of her own costume. She resisted each assault trying her best to hold back the welling damn between her legs.

“Keep moving.” Wonder Woman shoved her noticing her hesitation as the crowd watched the once celebrated and most loved superheroine who had her photo on dozens of magazine covers and endorsed wholesome goods, now looked on as a criminal, forced to walk shamefully to justice.

“Move on bitch!” a man from the crowd reached behind her, lifting her skirt that showed her panty clad ass and slapped her hard as his friends exploded with laughter.

Supergirl bit her lip at the sudden shocking spanking, her ass cheek burning from the blow.

‘How dare they...’ her heart burst with the betrayal of the cruel crowd. The indignity only gave more rises to the tender wetness of her pussy.

Wonder Woman shoved the man backwards until he fell hard on his own ass. She threw a menacing look at the others to make sure they kept there distance. She looked back at Supergirl and noticed something strange in her demeanor. And then with a mischievous smile Wonder Woman leaned closer to her prisoner’s ear and whispered to her in her superior and aristocratic voice.

“Are you enjoying this slut?”

Supergirl blushed, her mouth fell open as her heart seemed to pummel inside of her chest.

“What if I lifted this rag of a skirt you have and let everyone see what’s going on underneath? She continued.

Supergirl’s legs felt weak, a bristle of cold sweat dripped down her spine.

“No…please you can’t….we’re heroines, its not right to …to…you have to take me in…..” she stammered.

“You are no long a heroine, stupid villain.” Wonder Woman fired back. “But you are correct; I can’t do that to you.” And to Supergirl’s surprise she felt her wrist freed from behind her back. Wonder Woman expertly and slyly undid the tie around her waist and pulled the remainder of the lasso out from over Supergirl’s belt. She gathered the lasso, her lips sneering as she felt some of the damp parts of her weapon. She snapped it back to her hips and approached Supergirl from behind again, whispering.

“But you’re going to do it to yourself.” Her hand cupped just the side of Supergirl’s tits, indicating the hidden lasso strung between Supergirl’s tits.

“I’m going to let you get a bit ahead of me and here’s what you’re going to do….” Her whisper went silent and Supergirl’s eyes grew wide. She had heard every word but the power of the lasso still compelled her to obey.

Wonder Woman stepped away, pretending to adjust the lasso at her side.

‘I can’t…why I can’t stop myself….’ Supergirl walked a few paces as she had been instructed to do and then fell to her knees. She moaned seductively, her hands pushing down the front of her skirt and then turning to the crowd she slowly lifted her skirt. Arching her back and bending forward until her exposed panty clad ass rose up. Phones cameras pointed towards her as men shoved each other madly, snapping over and over at the spectacle. She lifted her own skirt and spread her knees wide as she had been ordered to give them a full view of the creased blue strip of costume running over her pussy from behind.

‘Please…please….I can’t stop…no…this cant be happening...’ Her mind begged but her body ignored her.

Her fingers slipped over her own pussy, pushing her nails sensuously over her satin mound, up and down.

“Fuck me please…please….someone fuck me…..please fuck me…..” her mouth begged to them. Inside her heart raced, her body was hot and charged with passion. Her face blushed bright red; her eyes closed tight, the only indication of her resistance to the powers over her. Beneath her blouse, still clamped tightly between her nipples, the gold strand glowed hidden from all.

The crowd watched dumbstruck. They couldn’t believe what they were witnessing. They watched as she moaned louder, her hips moving slowly, masturbating before all of them. It was unreal, Supergirl had gone mad. She teased her own pussy, snapping at the tapered costume.

‘I want you to finger yourself like you do in private in that slut outfit…I know you’re done that before….’ That was her words…’make yourself cum.’

Supergirl went into a sudden panic, she sweated heavily, trembling to resist the final order, she couldn’t…she just couldn’t…

But the people gasped absolutely shocked as a small blue oval of darkness appeared between her legs. The exposed thin blue strip of costume showed the spot grow before their eyes into the unmistakable shape. A clear spot of sexual wetness could be visibly seen as the whirl of zoom lenses panned into her honey spot.

“You’re a disgrace!” Wonder Woman lifted her back to her feet in front of the confused crowd but still there was much chatter in the crowd as the now shaken Supergirl passed.

“Cant believe ……Supergirl?”

“I heard she slept with him to get inside the…..”

“…..sex tapes…….shocking!...celebrity slut, they’re all fucked up…finally got her”

Supergirl was lead to the end of the street and felt Wonder Woman’s hand on her shoulder.

“You’re not going to get away with that little stunt Diana.” she said with her fist clasp, still in the power of the lasso.

“You feel the need to humiliate me? If we’re going to the League, I want to meet with Batman or Black Canary…..do that and I’ll forgive what you did.” She motioned half hearted to her left but heard nothing but silence behind her. She turned to see Wonder Woman looking down the street at something. A black cargo van sped to them, pulling up just in front of them as the door slid open.

Two men in black Kato mask jumped from the open door and took hold of Supergirl.

“What? What’s going onmmmfffff….” A large wad of material was shoved in her mouth and just as quickly the second man placed a large piece of tape over her mouth, securely gagging her. She struggled as much as she could but the men overpowered her, pushing her inside the van quickly.

“Finally we got her.” The masked man took hold of her hands, pulling them up her back.

“Good job Wondie, now you too, let’s go.”

Supergirl was seated inside of the vehicle, straining to scream past her gag as Wonder Woman stepped inside also. The door closed and they quickly sped away.