Trial of Supergirl

Chapter 6: Switched fates

 

Supergirl pulled at the cuffs again that bound her hands behind her back, it was true, the damping effect of the metal had weakened her. She stared out into the crowd of press as they snapped pics every now and then, mostly focusing on the long winded lawyer at the podium. She felt Conner’s hands on her ass, hidden from view. He tugged at the leg openings on her satin blue leotard beneath her skirt.

 

Supergirl felt helpless to stop him without making a scene that could cause her even more embarrassment. She clenched her teeth, disgusted by him….and then she felt his hands tracing the inside of the leg openings, moving over her hip and down in front of her.

“Gasp!” she almost cried out and tried to pull away from him but the boy steadied her, forcing her to the same spot. A few reporters in front turned their attention to her suddenly. Her heart raced and a cold sweat beaded down her back…she held her breath. The men had looked to her and Conner, trying to determine if they had seen some commotion from the corners of their eyes.

 

Conner stared straight forward at the back of his lawyer who was still talking, but Conner’s fingers were busy. Supergirl dared not look down, but she felt him inside her costume. His hand sliding down the flat of her belly and grazing over her soft bushy hairs and found her warm soft mound that he cupped with his palm. Supergirl tried to hide the sudden shiver, glancing quickly back at the reporters.

 

The men looked for a moment as she felt Conner’s fingers stroking her; a rush of excitement enveloped her with a sudden sweat. The men turned away, unaware, and focused again on the speaker.

Supergirl’s breath became a bit heavier and she heard him whispering gently behind her.

 

“Hmm, you’re tighter than the girls I usually finger...but who isn’t tighter than Paris.” He laughed silently as his fingers massaged her beneath her skirt, stroking her helpless clit, then teasing her with penetration.

 

Supergirl’s breath became fast, her head swirled with thoughts of people discovering them, outraged that such a thing was going on right in front of hundreds of people and dozens of cameras. And to her shock the lawyer was done speaking. He turned away from the stand and his gaze fell towards her. His eyes met hers and then Conner’s, then fell down to where he saw Conner’s arm going under her skirt, and the imprint of his hand inside the crotch of her leotard, circling her as stains of wetness darkened the light blue satin.

 

Supergirl’s face blistered red, her heart seemed to stop.

The man looked up at Conner again who seemed unconcerned with a mischievous smile. The lawyer turned his back on Supergirl and cleared his throat as if he hand not seen anything unusual, but he did move himself in front of her, deliberately hiding the scene.

 

“mmmff..” Supergirl’s legs buckled a bit, she could feel the warm wetness he was forcing from her, as much as she tried her pussy was getting wetter. She could only think of the countless times he had done this to those famous girls in clubs, he seemed to know exactly the spots that would arouse her, he teased her and used her own juices to enhance the sensation and glide easier on her.

 

“You thought he would save you?” he whispered to her as now the Chief was taking questions from the podium, unaware of the activities behind him. “He’s on the payroll, he’s going to do anything to protect his client…no matter what.”

"This is just the tip of it Supergirl," He pushed her faster. "I'm going to destroy you, bitch." He suddenly pulled at her hairs painfully as she silently grimaced in pain.

"I'm going to take your fame away from you, and make you suck my cock in front of the whole world like the little slut you are." He penetrated her, wedging the leotart tight into her ass in the process.

 

"When I'm done, you're just going to be another celebrity slut I've thrown away."

 

"Never." she whispered under her breath.

 

Supergirl’s chest was heavng fast, she closed her eyes tight for a moment as he penetrated her and then opened again, trying to resist the urges inside of her, trying to make the scene seem normal as eyes were still darting from her to the chief. She was still the center of their attention, being fucked right in front of them all. She looked down past the press and into the crowd and her eyes grew wide with horror.

 

There was Ada and Jane in the audience. Like so many spectators they had stopped suddenly to see what was happening.

 

Supergirl shuttered again, a build up rising between her legs as he gripped her bound hands behind her. She looked again at the two women as they stared at her.

 

‘Oh my god…what if they recognize me? What if these cuffs weaken the spell that hides my identity?’ She thought struggling again but her body suddenly stiffened as he pumped her, circling her clit, the strip of blue satin of her costume between her legs was now completely soaked and she dripped uncontrollably now. Her legs trembled and she saw the two girls below take a step forward for a better look.

 

“…a fair and just trial.” The chief finished his speech.

Supergirl felt a sudden burst and release as she came in his hand.

“Just like all the others.” Conner laughed as her face turned red with humiliation.

 

The boy pulled away from her as the chief turned.

“I’m sorry Supergirl, we’ll have to keep you until the trial.”

Supergirl only nodded, her head down, unable to make eye contact.

 

“Good man chief.” Conner smiled as he took the chiefs hand and shook it.

 

“Once this is over, we’ll be putting the real criminals in jail.” The chief spat back as Conner laughed leaving with his lawyer.

 

The chief looked down at his hand that was now seemingly covered in something slick and sticky, something that had been on the boy’s hand. He examined it, clear and sticky it clung in small streams from one finger to the other. He sniffed at it as Supergirl held back tears; she turned away suddenly, her heart beating rapidly and her body trembling in shame.

 

“Take her to get processed.” He ordered a deputy, noticing the smooth wet glaze now on Supergirl’s inner thighs as they led her inside. He looked back at his own hand and then down to the smiling socialite as he entered a waiting limo and sped away.