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.