Trial of Supergirl
Chapter 7
Supergirl was led into the
custody of the police department. As she was walked through the same hallways
where many of the criminals she had arrested, on either side of her the
officers seemed to stop in their tracks
as the spectacle of the girl in the tiny red miniskirt and flowing cape
was led past them. Many had never seen her up close before and were surprised
at the youth and beauty of the girl, she looked to many of them like a typical
teen girl dressed in the short outfit...she could easily have been a schoolgirl
as her alter ego or a model they had seen and never known her secret.
Supergirl only looked
straight ahead, her fist clenched behind her, a tamed anger rising inside her
as she reviewed the accounts that had happened at the press conference in her
mind.
How ironic and unjust it was
that instead of the son of a powerful shipping tycoon being taken as a
prisoner, it was her, Supergirl, the world’s top superheroine. The guilty was
free and she, the powerful icon of justice was being led away by the same
people she had helped and defended. Money had both bought his freedom and taken
away hers…but inside she was confident that the truth would come through, no
matter how much money they had….they couldn’t buy the truth.
As the long gliding legs of
Supergirl passed by, her red heeled boots clicking on the hard floor, a group
of three plain clothes inspectors glared at her in the cuffs. They watched as
the miniskirted young girl was led past them.
“Its about time someone got
the costumed clowns off the streets.” One spat as she walked past.
“Hey Johnny go easy,” another
said. “Look at those legs…I may want a date later!” The three men burst into
laughter as she passed them by.
Supergirl threw a mean look
back at the laughing trio, she knew them well. Not all police officers were
happy to see superheroes, some felt threaten by them, they felt that the heroes
were troublemakers, they thought only cops should be able to handle the law and
that the superheroes and the heroines especially were nothing more than
publicity whores.
Supergirl wondered how long
the three would last against the truly insane supervillains that occasionally
turned up from the city’s sewers. The idiots had no idea how many cops lives
she had saved from those maniacs, they wouldn’t have lasted long against that
level of evil.
“Hahaha…enjoy your stay,
sweets!”
She tried hard to ignore them
but the deputy escorting her had suddenly stopped, undoing the cuffs that held
her wrist behind her. Supergirl rubbed her wrist as a woman appeared in front
of her.
“Right
here,please…um…Supergirl” The timid voice of the girl sounded regretful and
ashamed. Supergirl had seen this room before, the camera and the height chart
behind her, its where they took the pictures of all the criminals who were
arrested.
“Just there please.” The
timid woman pointed Supergirl to the regular spot as she checked the camera.
The girl of steel, America’s most proud superheroine felt mordified for being put in this position but she did as she
was asked when she noticed the three men in the next room who had a view of her
through the large plexi-glass window.
“Take one like this for me!”
the dark haired man shouted as he mocked a pose against the wall featured his
rear.
The girl snapped the first
shot as Supergirl’s blood boiled, she turned to the side for the second shot,
hearing the rowdy detectives in the next room shouting out request to lift her
skirt or pose sexily.
The second flash.
“That’s it” The girl said not
even making eye contact with Supergirl, she seemed even more embarrassed by her
fellow officers.
“Sorry Supergirl.” The second
deputy took her wrist again and locked the cuffs in place.
“Not yet.” The men suddenly
entered the room. “You officers are dismissed, we’ll finish the booking.”
“But the chief…”
“Look, we out rank you, get
out! We’ll take Supergirl to her room once we finished the booking.” The men
stared down her escort until he and the timid woman exited the room.
“What the hell do you think
you’re doing?” Supergirl asked enraged. “I’m allowing this only to clear my
name, I could rip you apart where you stand.”
“Then lets see you do it.”
The man pushed her back against the wall and pinned her.
They had seen right through
Supergirl’s bluff. They knew the cuffs dampened her powers to where she was too
weak to break free.
“Ok, I know how to work this
thing,” One of them said clicking switches on the camera, “lets see some nice
Christmas card shots!”
The other two men smiled,
posing on either side of the cuffed Supergirl as the flash went off.
“The chief is going to be
furious…do you want to lose your jobs? This is illegal!”
“Nope, we’re just taking a
few extra pictures in case the first ones get lost or something, that’s all.”
“No, stop!” Supergirl protested
as both men on either side of her took hold of her skirt and slowly lifted it
up her legs. The camera flashed again and again as she struggled against them,
unable to break free.
“Get away from me!” she
elbowed them causing one to fall backwards.
“Bitch!” the man jumped to
his feet and landed a belly punch that took the wind out of Supergirl in her
weak state. She coughed, doubled over in pain, unable to defend herself.
“Looks like we got an unruly
prisoner.” The man pulled her up again, getting a grip on her skirt once more.
“Oh my god, hehe.” The man
behind the camera laughed. “Looks like she had some fun before coming here.”
The two men on the side of
Supergirl looked down at raised skirt that now exposed the triangular split of
her leotard between her legs. The smooth silken powder blue of the panties gave
way to a darker stained wetness between her legs, the wet fabric clung so tight
against her plump mound that the hairs beneath imprinted beneath the material.
Her mind flashed back to the press conference and the boy fondling her in front
of the gathered crowd.
“Let me go you bastards!”
Supergirl shouted trying to pull away as her face burned red.
“Did she piss herself?”
“No idiot, looks like she got
all wet from being taken in.” Another smiled. “I’ve seen freaks like this
before, getting all excited because they’re tied up and in custody, it’s a turn
on for them.”
“What? Are you crazy, that’s
not it at all!” Supergirl protested.
“Probably got all hot when
the cuffs went on, powerful girl like her now a prisoner. I knew all these
super types are some kind of freaks.”
“No! You’re all idiots!”
Supergirl screamed but she did remember when Conner had forced her over and
cuffed her in front of the crowd, a small tingle of sensation inside of her, a
thrill of having someone taking her so easily and so clever seemed to excite
her senses…maybe, she thought, that could have been why she was so easy to
bring to climax.
“No, no.” she said out loud
shaking her head as if throwing off the idea.
The men ignored her, liking
their explanation better as they pulled the skirt all the way up, then pushing
her face against the wall. Supergirl squirmed in the cuffs.
‘How could they!’ she
wondered about the men taking the pics. ‘All the help I’ve given them! How
could they do this to me?’
She felt them behind her,
lifting the skirt as the cool breeze in the room rushed between her legs and
she felt the gliding of the silk of her cape and skirt brush upward, exposing
her ass.
“Oh very nice.” She couldn’t
see which one had now grabbed a hand full of her ass. “these superheroine do
have nice bodies!”
The men examined her exposed
ass, posing for another picture. Supergirl gritted her teeth as she felt the
hands caressing her.
“Carter, Louis, Jenkins!” a
bellowing voice now echoed in the room.
Supergirl felt the men
suddenly dash away from her, she turned to see the chief with the deputy who
had escorted her enter the room.
“Chief…um..we were just…..”
“In my office now!” He
trembled with anger. “Supergirl, I’m sorry for my men’s behavior. Remove the
cuffs.” He directed the deputy.
“The mayor has personally
appointed you a lawyer, he’ll be here in the morning. I trust that you will
return then and be very discrete about your release tonight.”
Supergirl looked up as the
Chief walked out. She had heard the court order that Conner’s lawyer had read,
they were required to have her until the trial….but it seemed the Chief still
had some rebellious ideas against this sham case…or maybe he was just trying to
repay her for the countless times she had saved the city.
In any case she was grateful for the opportunity to return home and freshen up, she wouldn’t betray his trust.