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.