Trial of Supergirl
Chapter 5
In front of the police
department a podium stood at the break point between the sets of stone steps
leading into the building. Dozens of waiting cameramen and reporters holding
small notepads in their hands surrounded scene as well as variety reporters from
tabloid entertainment shows. Conner Kingsley crossed all lines, but these
entertainment paparazzi seemingly followed his every move. In the past they had
taken hundreds of photos of him, drunk after partying in the city’s hottest
clubs, arriving with supermodels and famous actresses, even his gym activities
had been well documented and the spike in the ratings from female viewers only
fueled the producer’s desires. This latest brush with the law was a guaranteed
boost as real life seemingly interfered with Conner’s playboy lifestyle.
To either side of the reports
lines of police officers stood on the steps leading upwards to the entrance of
the building. A blockade had been created to the rear of the reporters as
protesters and supporters shouted and pushed at one another. Then just as
promised the doors opened at the top and Conner along with his lawyer and the
dismayed looking chief of police.
Bulbs flashed all around them
as they made their way to the podium. Conner smiled broadly as he tossed his
hair away from his brash face as his lawyer stepped up.
“Justice has finally been
corrected and my client has been released!” The cameras zoomed in on them as
Conner posed and smirked behind the man as cheers rose up from the crowd of
young girls waving large signs reading “Free Conner” and “Conner not Convict!”
“The charges brought against
my client” the microphone boomed from the lawyers words as the crowd listened
intensely. “are totally false and he has been made the scapegoat by a notorious
character who has hidden her true purposes behind a pretty smile and a
suggestive costume so short, it itself should be illegal!”
“If and when this miscreant
of justice dares to face the truth about her, we will prove that my client,
Conner Kingsley.” Another cheer from the girls in school uniforms erupted. “Was
no more than another of her victims to further her own popularity and personal
gain!”
“Is that so?” a voice echoed
though out the square as the lawyer looked around nervously in all directions.
The cameras suddenly turned away from the men as the crowd gasped in
excitement. A sudden electricity was in the air as the lines of policemen on
the steps seemed to be at a heighten alert. The dozens of television cameras
turned their lenses upward at the blue and red streak circling overhead. They
followed her as she zipped around the to the back of the square and then in one
burst, like a jet landing on a carrier, the dazzling form of Supergirl glided
to the break point of the steps, just left of them.
The police officers rushed
in, not to Supergirl, but to restrain the now overly excited media as cameras
exploded like fireworks and every reporter screamed and thrust their personal
recorders at her all at once.
Supergirl casually made her
way to where the men were standing, the lawyer now sweating noticeably gulped
hard as she faced him. His hands trembling as he removed a handkerchief from
his pocket and mopped his brow then the stuttering man looked at her and then
finally realized that she wanted the spot where he was to address the press and
he clumsily moved to make room for her.
Her eyes met Conner’s and
narrowed in suppressed anger. She wanted him to know she had no intention of
letting this spoiled rich boy or any of his family go unpunished for breaking
the law.
Conner’s handsome face
sneered back at her, his icy blue eyes and stare made him look even more like a
pouting child who was being disciplined. Supergirl turned her back to him to
face the podium as Conner’s eyes dropped to examine her from behind, the large
‘S’ emblazed on her swaying red cape that cropped just above the tiny swaying
skirt. He stared for a long time at the smallish skirt and how it shaped her
was just long enough to barely cover her ass. He followed down to her shapely
legs that gave way to the spiky red heeled leather boots. He swallowed harder
than usual as his mind seemed to entertain thoughts about her but his lawyer
nudged him and he was brought him back to the scene.
“Concentrate!” he whispered.
Supergirl smiled as the crowd
cheered behind the press, waiting for their hero to finally speak out about the
whole affair.
“Thank you, I just wanted to
say that I will fully co-operate with this investigation. I have only sought to
uphold the laws of this city and to use the power given to me to protect the
innocent and weak from the corrupt and evil. I have no problem standing up to
the accusations of these people and believe that my innocence will be
validated!”
The crowd cheered again as
Supergirl smiled and waved to her fans when suddenly she something cold and
hard encircle one of her wrist.
“What?” She looked over to
see Conner who was clamping handcuffs over her wrist.
“I’m glad to hear you are so
fond of upholding the law Supergirl.” He smiled mischievously.
“What the hell are you
doing?” Supergirl asked. “these cant hold me, you know!”
But to her surprise, she
couldn’t break free of it. She felt confused and he only smiled as if he had
somehow outsmarted her. She jerked at the cuffs, still unable to break the
steel like she had done countless times before.
“It’s a special metal
developed by one of my father’s companies, designed specifically for you
Supergirl, its unbreakable and tempers your super powers just enough to do
this!”
Conner wrestled her arms behind
her back as Supergirl was pushed forward, her large breast being flatten
against the top of the podium. She struggled, trying to use all of her
strength, but for the first time ever, she wasn’t strong enough. The boy bent
her over, crossing the costumed Supergirl’s wrist behind her back just above
her cape and clicked on both cuffs. A blinding explosion of flashes burst from
the cameras.
Behind the podium Conner
smiled broadly, his eyes gleaming but every other second his look would cut
away to the now exposed panties and ass of the bent over Supergirl. The short
skirt he had admired earlier had become even shorter in this position and he
was very much enjoying the view of her.
“What the hell is going on
here?” the Chief shouted.
“I’m doing YOUR job!” Conner
spat back as his lawyer jumped in front of the chief.
“We have a court order for
the immediate arrest and holding of Supergirl due to her being a flight risk.”
“What? Flight risk?” the
chief snatched the paperwork from the lawyer and began reading.
“Yes we have to take her in
now or she could fly to the moon and no one would ever be able to touch
her….the opportunity is now, and I have the rights to do it!”
Conner leaned over the
stunned Supergirl and whispered in her ear.
“Remember I told you I was
going to repay this feeling?”
The bent over and captured
Supergirl blushed red with embarrassment as the reporters scream out headlines
for tomorrows papers
“Conner captures Supergirl!”
“Supergirl press conference,
press trap!”
“Supergirl brought in by
playboy!”
Her teeth cinched together in
anger, struggling against the cuffs as the boy’s hands held her arms in
control. She looked down the steps as the schoolgirls cheered for their idol.
How dare he do such a sensationalist thing like this in front of everyone, she
had already agreed to this farce of a trial, but he wanted her to feel the same
shame he felt of being arrested for the world to see.
Conner lifted Supergirl
upward. The girl of steel stopped struggling, she took a breath. If this is
what had to happen to clear her, she would endure it.
The lawyer again took the
stand as Conner pulled Supergirl backwards from the front.
“Like I was telling the chief
we have an immediate arrest for Supergirl signed by the Judge of the ……….”
Supergirl looked over to the
chief who’s face was blank and helpless, then she felt something brushing
against the back of her leg. Stroking her thigh and gliding along he soft
smooth skin. She turned halfway to look behind her at the boy, but he seemingly
only stared into the crowd, a slight smirk on his face.
She felt his hand move up
behind her, hidden behind herself, and the lawyer now speaking to the crowd,
and he lifted her skirt, his hands caressing her vulnerable ass, pulling at the
ends of her panties.
‘Disgusting pervert!’ she
thought.
“Stop it.’ She whispered trying not to draw any attention to his molesting her in front of everyone.