Trial of Supergirl

Chapter 12: Baby Steps

Supergirl looked at her captors silently, her mouth still filled with the cloth and sealed with a small square piece of tape. One of the masked men gathered her hands behind her back securely; even through she was still under the control of the small piece of golden lasso stretched underneath her costume and pierced each of her erect nipples. She watched helplessly as the van navigated through the downtown traffic taking her to an unknown destination. She knew whoever these people were; they were not with the police. Her eyes darted to Wonder Woman who sat obediently and silently to her left.

‘But how is she involved?’ Supergirl wondered to herself.

“We’re on the way.” One of the masked men spoke into a small device then removed his mask looking slyly at her.

‘Conner!’ Supergirl had almost guessed that somehow it was all tied together as she looked at the blond playboy smirking at her.

“Great, I can finally get my life back.” The man behind her commented then removed his mask as well.

Supergirl’s eyes strained to see his face but he soon, almost mockingly, popped in front of her. She gasped silently beneath the tape gag.

“Surprised to see me?” The second man asked as Supergirl now stared at an exact double of Conner Kingsley. She stared into the exact deep blue eyes and golden shoulder length hair as the other, even the manners and speech were exact.

“Game over for you Supergirl.” He said jokingly. “No need for secrets anymore where you’re going.”

She felt his hand from behind her, circle her waist then cup her breast, toying with her. Supergirl felt him squeeze her where the lasso had pierced her nipple.

“mmmmffffffnnn…” She moaned as the ting of pain and excitement seemed to arouse her strangely.

“Hmm, it’s a good thing Angela isn’t here.” The first quipped.

“Shut up you!” The Conner behind her snapped back. “You had all the fun last time when I was sitting in that filthy police station.”

“Then maybe you should have fucked her on the steps of the station instead of toying with her.” He replied.

“We’re here.” The driver’s voice came from the front as Supergirl watched the van turn into a narrow alleyway between two large buildings as a disguised entrance opened and swallowed the van inside.

Inside was a large room where an attractive woman in a business suit sat at a receptionist desk.

“Good evening Mr. Kingsley, they’ve been asking for you nonstop, especially Miss Yeung.” The receptionist said pleasantly not even taken aback or shocked by the sight of the gagged superheroine being escorted between the two identical men or the sight of Wonder Woman trailing behind.

“There you are!” a woman’s voice rang through the room.

Supergirl watched as a petite young pretty girl barely in her twenties approached her with long flowing hair. The girl was dressed in an expensive black and white polka dot designer silk dress that wrapped itself around her curvaceous form well and accented her cleavage. She had a wide girlish smile and a deceptive innocence about her look. Supergirl had of course seen this girl before on several magazine covers for movies and tabloid front pages of gossip. She was one of the younger aspiring starlets who the paparazzi often stalked. What was she doing here?

“You’re late! The meeting has already started and your father is stretching for time now.” The girl turned her attention to Supergirl looking her up and down as a group of others quickly approached her from behind.

“Yeah I know baby, it seems the Wonder Woman had a bit of fun with her before delivery.” Conner said embracing the young girl and greeting her with a kiss.

“Really? That’s not in the design….” A man with a lab coat examined Wonder Woman carefully.

“There are a lot of things not in the design if you ask me.” Conner threw a look at his double.

“So this is THE Supergirl?” the girl asked looking her over. “She’s not much older than I am. Very nice, I can see why he went to so much trouble to get her.”

Supergirl tried to resist, struggling as best she could but the men held her tightly on each arm. She watched silently gagged as the girl examined her costume, pawing at the smooth blue material of her top and even cupping her breast.

“Very nice this look on you dear, very sexy on its own, very sexy on you, but maybe we can ‘Diva’ it up a bit? Two inches off the skirt!” she ordered and a girl from behind Supergirl timidly approached her and began cutting and ripping the lower portion of her skirt.

“Take care of her hair; she looks like she’s been rolling around on the pavement. And Chase, polish her boots and oil her legs all the way up to that little tight ass, make her shine like a billion dollars.”

Supergirl winced as the crass young girl slapped her ass and prodded over her like some prized piece of meat waiting to be severed to hungry diners. Her eyes followed the circling woman.

“Stpppp..” Supergirl tried to say as all around her the assistants began quickly working on her.

“Be still you silly girl!” The petite girl ordered her placing her hands on Supergirl’s hips to straighten her.

She looked down at the assistant now hemming the skirt so short that the bottom of her satin blue panties peeked from underneath. The girl paused looking up at Supergirl for a moment then called to the woman again.

“Miss Yeung, there’s something here! Something you should see.” the girl hemming the skirt had seen the salty darken stains on the satin material between Supergirl’s legs, the remains of Wonder Woman’s vindictive orders for her to cum in the middle of a crowd of onlookers.

Supergirl’s heart raced as several of the assistants leaned forward to see the discovery. Her face blushed red with embarrassment and she trembled against the magic binding her, trying to free herself, she want so much to pull away from their prying eyes but the spell held her, she was forced to remain still as the girl, Angela lifted the flimsy front of her mangled skirt high until Athena was exposed to all.

“Ew, her panties already have salt stains!” Angela said in a loud boasting voice discovering the darken marks on Supergirl’s satin blue panties. “She’s been wet this whole time?” Angela asked. “I’ve heard how kinky these supers are….”

Supergirl’s heart sank as the cold sweat of rage and frustration chilled her body. She felt so embarrassed that she wanted to rip each of them apart, her fist clenched and brow furled but her body did not respond to pleading in her mind. She felt so helpless that it was driving her crazy. Her legs seemed to quiver as the woman’s sharp painted nails stroked the darken spots then tugged at the heroine’s panties.

Supergirl gasped unsure what the girl was about to do.

“No difference,” the girl said quickly, “it’s authentic to the costume, let’s let the audience eyes discover it as well, it plays into her little superheroine slut image anyway….the guest will love it.” The teenage sounding voice of ‘Baby’ stung her ears and in the minutes she had known this girl she hated her as much as Conner. She had read the rumors of how this rude little starlet lacked any manners or respect for other more senior people she had worked with, she was just like Conner, having the world bow to her.

“And crease her panty line higher, so we can see a tease of her pussy from the sides.” Angela tucked and pulled at Supergirl’s panties until the blue material covered only the front opening of Supergirl’s sex, The inviting shimmer of satin blue ran smoothly along the front of her tender clit, the sides of her pussy spilling from either side.

“mmm, cameltoe.” Conner laughed lighting up a cigarette admiring his girlfriends work.

‘Perverts! Why are they doing this?’ She thought, somewhat surprised as somewhere deep inside her there seemed to be some sort of dark arousal building along with the feeling of being used and controlled in such a way. Never has anyone ever dared to treat Supergirl in this fashion! She felt as if they were somehow training her, trying to break her will until she willingly submitted to them from sheer humiliation.

“Hurry, hurry everyone!” The young woman smiled widely at Supergirl. Supergirl tried not to give away the sudden flutter and build of strange erotic excitement inside of her as the girl finished the final snips to make her micro mini skirt. Baby now inspected the job looking all around Supergirl. The mangled skirt seemed to hover just above Supergirl’s ass giving a slight view of her lush cheeks barely hidden by it.

“Good, good…I want plenty of dicks hard for her.” The bratty young girl said pulling the tape painfully away from Supergirl’s mouth. “We will be asking premium prices for this pretty little ah lian!”

“What’s going on here?? Release me or you all will be sorry! Your careers will be ruined when this gets out!” Supergirl said spitting out the disgusting cloth.

Just past Miss Yeung’s team was the thin nervous man in the lab coat. She watched as he timidly slipped past them close to her.

“She…she’s still powerless correct?” she heard him whisper behind her.

“If I were not, you would all be dead by now! Do you hear me?!” Supergirl said in her most threatening voice.

“As long as you got it right Prof. Miller, then we’ve got nothing to worry about right?” Conner’s brash cockiness was openly apparent as he slapped his hand on the uneasy man’s back.

The nervous man gulped hard, and then lifted Supergirl’s long flowing hair until he was at the back of her costume. He tugged at her collar just between her bare back and her cape. Supergirl could feel something cold and metallic being pushed inside her costume. It felt like a small flat object, curving to fit her back.

“What is that?? What are you doing?” She struggled to turn and see behind her.

“Owww!!!” Supergirl grimaced as it seemed dozens of pins penetrated her back and she felt the cold metal of the device seem to lower and attach itself just over her spine.

‘What was that? What are they up to?’ she asked herself but was suddenly distracted.

“Baby, what are those for?” Conner asked watching as Angela carried over a set of wrist and ankle shackles. “Those wont hold her if this damn thing doesn’t work on her!!”

“It’s for theatrics!” the girl said as pleasantly as she clamped each of silver cuffs over Supergirl’s booted ankles until they clicked into place. “People want to see the sexy captive superheroine brought in, in chains! Princess of superheroines captured!” She pulled the chain attaching the anklets to the wrist restraints and clamped each over the soft blue of Supergirl’s costume, binding each of Supergirl’s wrists. “Very exotic…very Hollywood, baby… very sexy!” Her hand gently lifted Supergirl’s chin slightly, admiring her work. “We never did this for the others, but SHE is special, she’s the crown jewel of their kind. We’ve been after her for months now.”

“I’m not doing anything; I demand that you release me!” Supergirl threatened in her most dangerous voice yet.

“I don’t know what they’ve told you Miss Yeung but I am the real Supergirl, and this is a serious crime.”

“Shut your mouth wondergirl or Supergirl, whatever you call yourself old lady! I know exactly what I’m doing.”

“This…’spell’ will not hold me forever. I don’t know what you think you’re going to do, but when I get free, all of you are…..” she stopped suddenly watching as the girl now tugged on the shoulders of her costume.

Supergirl fell silent as the woman pulled her costume down to her elbows on each side now exposing her beautiful round tits and the golden lasso stretched between them. Her heart raced as the girl’s brown eyes caught hers in a dead stare and then slowly Angela examined the lasso piercing Supergirl’s breast, with great caution she began to undo the lasso.

“So you’ve finally come to your senses.” Supergirl watched her intently, she knew they had no intention of releasing her, something strange was going on. There was no way they would release her so easily. Her eyes cut back to Wonder Woman who now approached her from behind. She grabbed Supergirl at the elbows, holding her steady. Athena glanced back to her and took note of her body’s position behind her. Wonder Woman would be the only one who could challenge her…but Supergirl had no intention of allowing the Amazon to take her this time once the lasso was removed.

‘This is it!’ she thought watching as the woman removed the first side the lasso from her nipple. Supergirl’s heart raced, she tried to keep composed, watching for any trace of their plan. She felt confident that whatever they thought could hold her she would easily defeat.

“Oh healing already?!” the girl exclaimed as the small piercing from Supergirl’s erect nipple healed instantaneously. Hesitantly she looked back as if waiting for someone to stop her.

Supergirl could feel herself regaining control of her movements. She flexed her arms, ready to pounce as soon as she was free of the golden bindings. She could tell they were unsure about something, something hinged on these next few moments.

Angela turned and carefully removed the second binding from Supergirl’s perky tits and stepped back, her eyes fixed on Supergirl.

The mighty maiden of might flexed her hands, she was in control again!

“Big mistake….BIG mistake…” The leggy superheroine smirked as she pulled her costume back in place. She looked down at the shimmering ‘S’ on her chest now unruffled by the imprint of the hidden lasso. She felt a rush of her old self return all at once.

“I don’t know what game you were playing at but you’re all going to prison…and you,” she looked at the two Conner Kingsleys standing in almost mirror image of each other. “Both of you are going to admit to everything when I’m done here!”

Supergirl felt the sudden charge and vigor of a weight lifted from her. She was again master of her own movements. Her eyes narrowed as all around her they stared silently at her. Angelababy was no long prattling on about some stupid schedule. The mighty Supergirl clenched her fist and pulled at the steel shackles holding her. She was ready to spring into action!!

“As soon as I’m…..” she stopped suddenly. The Chains around her wrist wouldn’t break. Supergirl looked confused for a moment. She could feel her powers inside of her, she had torn similar and even larger bindings like tissue paper before. She pulled again at the steel but nothing happened.

“Oh, not so tough anymore, huh bitch?” Angela laughed as suddenly the silence all around Supergirl was shattered with the snickering and giggling of her captors.

“I…I don’t understand…what’s going on? What did you do to me?” The perplexed superheroine demanded.

“Big mistake…BIG mistake, haha” the laughing girl placed her hands on her hips imitating Supergirl’s signature pose, mocking her.

“What were you saying Supertits?” both boys laughed in unison.

Rage and humiliation built inside Supergirl. She turned quickly slamming her elbow into Wonder Woman’s midsection. Wonder Woman taken by surprised doubled over in pain releasing her grip on Supergirl.

“I may not have my powers back yet, but it doesn’t make me any less a Hero!” Supergirl shouted back at the now stunned crowd. She lunged for the bratty girl, grabbing her and pulling the linked chain of her shackles over the woman’s neck.

“Release me now or she dies!” Supergirl said in her most harden and desperate voice.

“Kill her.” Conner said calmly. “Oh….but you won’t, will you? It’s against some great heroine code isn’t it? You’re bluffing sweetheart. Even if you had all your power back, standing in that whore of a costume, and it meant loosing yourself, you couldn’t do it! Could you?” he said harshly.

Deep inside Supergirl knew he was right, she tried to stay true to her bluff, her heart pounding and mind racing for a way out.

“Try me.” She tried to sound convincing as the spoiled debutant struggled against her, tugging at the chain over her throat.

Wonder Woman started towards her but was stopped.

“No need for that.” Supergirl’s eyes turned toward the sulking little man in the lab coat who had spoken. “There’s a better way.” He said then began tapping a device that looked like a small phone.

“…..nnnngggggggaaahhhhh!!!” Supergirl’s legs buckled. Her body tingled all over as a sudden rush of pressure built between her legs. Her hands now released her grip on the girl and Angela slammed her own elbow hard between the caped superheroine’s legs.

“AAAAaaaaahhhhhhhhh!!!!!” Supergirl fell to her knees, cupping her throbbing sex. Her nipples seemed overly sensitive beneath the tight satin costume and her entire body seemed to float in passion. She fought the overwhelming feeling of wanting to release as her temperature seemed to rise beyond control. Her hips buckled uncontrollable as if some invisible partner were penetrating her. She felt the full sexiness of her own costume with every small movement was a new arousal. Her libido seemed to have been turned on by a switch somehow and was beyond her own control. Was it her imagination or could she feel someone squeezing her breast and the wet unmistakable feeling of a dancing tongue making quick work of her anus. Her body tensed and her toes curled inside her boots. Was she going mad?? She couldn’t think straight, she was overwhelmed with the desire to be fucked and used in any fashion, and the more daring the better…she just needed the release like a drug addict needed a fix.

“What did you …aaahnnngggg…do to me?” she struggled to ask, loosing control of her own body. Her legs trembling, her thoughts were no long strategies of escape, but filled with lustful fantasies she had hidden deep inside herself, perverted fantasies that allowed for her own sexual demise.

“That’s enough, don’t damage her! I think she understands now. It’s time to go.” Angela said waving her arms frantically.

Just as it had started, suddenly the chaotic feelings and erotic desires were gone. Supergirl looked up out of breath a the smiling man in the lab coat and now remembered the slender device he had inserted inside her costume and attached itself to her back.

‘This was responsible.’ She thought trying to compose herself. She knew she had to be free of it somehow to get her true powers back.

“You stupid whore!” the agitated girl ran over to Supergirl helping her to her feet. “If you weren’t worth billions to us, I would have you killed right now you fucking little costumed slut!” She pulled Supergirl up painfully by her hair.

“Let’s go.” Conner said as he flashed his playboyish smile from behind Supergirl, pulling the devious looking Angela away. “Maybe when this is over, you’ll have your chance with her, Baby.”

“Whatever, I’m going to need to renegotiate my rates with your dad.”

Supergirl’s shimmering red cape danced behind her as she was pushed past the opening room and into a hallway. They moved at a quick pace, trying to keep up with Angela as she lead the way. Supergirl found walking difficult, the steel cuffed leggings gleamed over the red leather of each of her boots and only allowed for small strides. Where was this mad journey going to end for her? Somehow she had to plot her escape and clear herself.

“Come, come. Bring her.” The pissed Angela said bluntly. “I can’t wait to see what those old fat old men do with your precious ass princess.” She spat backwards.

The hallway emptied into an even larger room than before. The woman pulled her inside the large dark cool room to the center where a marker had been placed for her to stand. Supergirl strained to see what type of room this was in the darkness, and then noticed the large heavy velvet curtains placed just feet away from her.

“Now Supergirl,” the young girl stood on the tips of her toes to whisper to her delightfully, “you are now property of the Kingsley Corporation…”

“Never!”

“Like it or not ‘Supergirl’” she said sneering her lips. “Your days as the world’s number one superheroine are over, and I’m going to enjoy every bit of it!”

She turned and with Conner in tow darted into the darken background.

Supergirl turned to say something just as the large curtain before her was parted. She shielded her eyes from the blinding light until finally she could see them.