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.