Trial
of Supergirl
Chapter
9: Ju$tice
Supergirl darted through the sky and headed back
downtown. She knew she had to return before she was discovered missing. The
Chief had trusted her and she wouldn’t betray him, he was still convinced of
her innocence and she would need him to help clear her. If what Albie
discovered was true, it would be easy for her to drop a few hints to have the
Judge’s records reviewed.
The early morning sun had made the night sky a velvety
purple now and the cover of darkness was slowly creeping away. She glided
carefully past the tall skyscrapers, taking care not to be spotted by anyone.
She dashed unnoticed over head as the helicopters that report the morning
traffic were just getting their flight instructions on the roofs of some of the
buildings. She climbed up the familiar
police station headquarters and slipped inside their helipad and into the
building.
“Where the hell is she?!!!” a voice boomed through squad
room of the station. Nervous detectives looked around worried, an unusual
number of them seemed to be fielding phone calls as their eyes darted from
their desk to the direction of the screaming.
“Get her out here now or you’re going to be the one going
before a judge, do you hear me Chief??!!” A short white haired man in a dress
uniform screamed at the chief.
“We’re bringing her though now Captain. You know how long
it takes to process a prisoner from the holding ward.” The chief waved at one
of the men pretending to be on the phone and he dashed out in a run.
“If I find out that she’s missing…if I find out that you
allowed….” The Captain’s face grew red and twisted. “Why don’t you have armed
guards on her at all times?”
“I didn’t thi….”
“Special agent Garret here and his men are taking full
charge of this situation, do you understand me!!” He barked pointing to the men
in full black riot gear behind him. “Your ‘Super-hero, is going to Arkaham with
those other freaks! She’s nothing but a menace!”
“She’s entitled to a trial.”
“Don’t tell me the law Chief!” The Captain growled back,
he pulled a long envelope from under his arm.
“Captain.” One of the special officers caught the
Captain’s arm, “not here. Maybe in the Chief’s office.” The enraged Captain
thought for a moment. The Chief turned and lead them to his office.
When he opened the door he stopped suddenly. Without a
word he entered and sat at his desk. The Captain came in behind him, his face
going blank suddenly then turning to make sure the men in black followed behind
him inside.
“They brought me from downstairs and told me to wait for
you here, Chief.” Supergirl sat in the
chair just to the right of the Chief’s desk. Her left wrist cuffed to the arm
of the chair with the dampening cuffs from before.
A young out of breath sergeant suddenly poked his head
inside the room.
“Chief, C-Captain, we still need some time to get
Super….” His eyes met Supergirl’s and he exited as suddenly as he had entered.
From
behind him Conner Kingsley entered. The smart looking boy was dressed in an
expensive suit contrasting to his long blonde surfer style hair. He closed the
door behind him as noise from some commotion was taking place in the squad room.
His piercing blue eyes caught Supergirl’s and he winked at her slyly.
Supergirl
only watched him, mildly amused because in her mind she knew that the
information she had uncovered would go a long way to his undoing and this game
would be completely over.
The Captain’s face contorted suspiciously back to
Supergirl. “Those are I assume the
cuffs that take her powers away” he asked and the Chief nodded. He turned back
to look at the men behind him who now had their hands on their holsters, ready.
“Chief,” Supergirl started, “I may have some information
for you on my case that may settle this whole matter.”
“Really, are you going to explain this as well?” the
Captain tossed the envelope on the Chiefs desk. Supergirl watched as the Chief
took the envelope and opened it. He pulled out a stack of papers, then groaned
with a sigh and leaned back defeated in his chair.
Supergirl looked up at Conner.
‘What had he done?’ She
wondered as she reached for the open envelope and its contents. Her eyes grew wide and her mouth fell open.
“Looks like they got us, Baby.” Conner said. “I hope you
don’t blame me for cutting a deal on this.”
Chills ran down Supergirl’s shoulders as she looked at
the photos now in her hand. They showed her and Conner together in bed. The
pictures showed the naked blonde boy and her wearing the Supergirl costume in
various positions, each one with her face blurred or just below the shoulders,
hiding her face from the camera. There were photos of her spread down on the
bed, her legs held wide as he penetrated past the small strip of panties to her
pussy. Another showed her bent over in costume as the boy worked her from
behind, several other men could be seen in the background, their hands
massaging their cocks seemingly waiting. She flipped through them, none showed
her head or face but it was her body…and…her apartment!! How the hell did they
do this?
“How do we know these aren’t fakes?” The Chief asked
angrily. “I mean none of the pictures show her face at all. These could be
fakes or a body double!”
“We’ve had our labs check, these are real. Even without
your face,” The Captain turned to Supergirl, “we know it’s you. We took known
photos of you parading around in that skimpy outfit of yours and our forensics
matched up your body proportions, skin pigmentation, and muscle tone using
infrared and biometric camera footage at the CIA,” His eyes narrowed. “A perfect
match for her.”
Supergirl felt the net closing around, her eyes dashed
over and over the photos.
“Every
one of these invoices for the shipping containers has your finger prints on
them” The old man growled. “And that cupie doll costume you wear is a dead on
match, seam for seam. There’s not a doubt about it!”
“She wouldn’t allow me to show her face, for obvious
reasons, but insisted on wearing her costume during it. She told me it made her
feel sexy and aroused knowing that her persona, Supergirl, was making a porn
movie, and if the public only knew better.” Conner chimed in.
Supergirl felt the men in the room turn their gaze upon
her. Her hair seemed to be standing on ends.
“But
during our, er…affairs,” Supergirl looked up at him with hatred, but Conner
continued. “It was her idea, knowing that she was getting photographed while I
was pleasuring her always got her all hot and wet. I remember one time she even
asked me if her video was going in my private collection next to Paris or Pam’s.” She may seem like a goodie two shoes to the
public, but believe me behind closed doors she’s a real pistol in the bedroom.”
“Liar!” Supergirl said as a chill ran down her spine. Somehow
these had to be forgeries but the background was defiantly her apartment, and
somehow…it was her in the pictures! “How did you do this? None of that is true!
We have never been together like this…I would never….”
“The gigs up baby,” Conner replied as if she were doing
some act. “I guess you wanted to end our partnership when you double crossed me
at the docks that night but I guess you never thought I’d turn on you too.”
“Don’t speak to me in THAT way.” The cuffs holding her to
the chair stretched as she leaned forward clearly upset. “Tell them the truth;
tell them we have never been together!”
Conner only smiled back raising his fingers to his nose,
pretending to smell them.
Supergirl’s heart began to race; her face blushed red as
she flipped through the evidence. There had to be something here that would
show these were faked or pieced together somehow.
“Wait,” Supergirl suddenly thought back to herself
watching Conner arrested on television. She remembered slowly passing out as if
she were drugged. “That day you had the press conference, I remember feeling as
if someone had been in my home.”
She looked at the pictures; it was obvious they knew her secret
identity somehow. Could they have taken them that day? “If they drugged me and
set up those photos...”
“There was no way.” The Chief added. “He was in our
custody until the following day. There was no way he could have set that up at
that time. He definitely didn’t leave the cell, so there was no way he could
have taken the pics of you and him together that night.”
Supergirl thought again. He was right…but how did they do
it?
“Just admit it Baby,” Conner smirked again.
“Do not call me that, you spoiled, lying, pig!”
“You’ve been caught. After
all those years of ratting out your partners and making us to look like the
villains, you’ve finally been caught, ‘Supergirl’. Keeping your image squeaky
clean while you shook us down for cuts of the spoils. You guys didn’t think she
was doing all this ‘hero’ stuff because she loved it did you? She made fools of
everyone.”
“That’s insane!” Supergirl snapped back. “This is some
sort of set up, it’s all a lie! How much money did your father have to spend to
do this for you?”
“That’s enough; we’ll be taking it from here.” Special
agent Garret stepped forward. “You can explain while you’re sitting in the
maximum security lockdown in Arkham, if they don’t transfer you straight to
Cuba.”
“Arkham? You’ve already convicted me?”
“Special order signed by the Secretary to secure all
mastermind supervillains until father notice.” Garret grabbed her free wrist.
Supergirl gasped. She couldn’t allow them to arrest her,
she only had one chance to uncover the truth in this conspiracy.
“I’m being set up, none of this is true! I’m a super
hero. I’ve never done anything but helped and cooperated with the police, and
now you’ve convicted me without a trial?”
“Men, batons ready!” the agent nervously withdrew a long
black club from his holster, the end of it cracked with energy.
“Now wait a minute, I’m not releasing her
until...nnnnggggg…” The Chief had stood to protest but was quickly subdued by
one of the other agents.
“Don’t interfere here old man! I have the authority
to…..” He looked suddenly at Supergirl who was now glaring angrily at him. She
grabbed the depleted kryptonite cuff around her wrist and shattered it to
pieces.
“She’s loose!” the agent tuned his weapon to Supergirl
stabbing it against her shoulder and releasing the charge.
Supergirl’s body tensed feeling the voltage surging into
her arm, but the pain was nothing more to her than an annoyance as she rose to
her feet.
“Bump up to full power!” Garret yelled to the others as
the batons now hummed loudly. He pressed it forward at her again landing
against the ‘S’ on Supergirl’s chest.
“Nnngggg…” she felt the sting of it, but still was able
to grab the center of the weapon and tear it away from him.
“Th-that should have put down an elephant!!” he said in
amazement, disbelieving his eyes that a petite young girl in this short skirt
outfit was THAT powerful! It
wasn’t possible! He stumbled backwards, his glasses falling halfway from his face.
The men behind him pulled their weapons in front, each one pushing forward as
if she were a cornered animal.
“Put your weapons away if you don’t want to be hurt, I
don’t want to fight any of you.” She turned her gaze to the frighten looking
Conner. ”But I am going to find out the truth!”
Without a word another charged her. She dodged his attack
easily, whirling him around and slamming him on top of the stunned Chief’s
desk. Another two stabbed her from behind through her cape.
“AAAnnnnnnnn…” she felt her legs buckle from the sudden
attack. The sting of both weapons had a much bigger punch. The men smiled at
each other with a glimmer of hope but their smiles soon faded as she whipped
around. Their eyes grew wide with terror as finely defined red beams of light
from her eyes glowed through the air. They watched as the beams singed, then
cut the batons in half. They stood terrified with the stump of the weapons
still grasping in their hands.
“What the hell is she?” the agent charged her but was
easily caught and tossed aside.
“Help! We need some help in here!!!” Conner shouted as he
bolted for the door pushing the Captain into Supergirl.
“Are you alright, Captain?” Supergirl quickly grabbed the
chubby white haired man, stopping him from falling.
“Don’t touch me!” he sneered. “Get in here!! Somebody
stop her!!” he screamed as others came rushing into the office.
‘This is insane!’ Supergirl thought. ‘I need to get out,
find some time to think and find out some answers. I need to find Kingsley!’
She spotted him through the open door, running for the hallway. Supergirl
helped the irate Captain to his feet, who pulled away from her quickly.
With
her distracted, Agent Garret took his chance.
Unnoticed and seemingly forgotten by Supergirl he crawled
behind her and placed his hand on one of the dropped batons from his men.
“What? AAAAHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhnnnnnggggg!” Supergirl screamed
as the flash of electricity crackled from under her skirt. The impact of the
surge charged the air under her costume, causing the skirt to flap madly as if
some invisible blower tossed around the material. Garret pushed the baton
harder between her legs, its flat butt end charged with energy crushed against
her twitching sex. Supergirl cupped her hands between her legs, her face
contorted, screaming in pain from the sneak attack. The device powered down,
spent form the blast and she fell to her knees. Her breath short and chest
pumping as the shock from her sex felt as if tiny needles were penetrating her.
Her mound seemed to throb.
“Everyone now!” She heard him shout behind her and
suddenly dozens of hands grabbed her. They grabbed each arm, her ankles, and
her legs, pulling her down. She felt the weight of several men on top of her,
trying to pin her to the ground. Arms of large police officers wrapped around
the seemingly small girl, hands for some reason cupping her breast and pulling
at her long hair. Behind her, she felt some pervert taking advantage of her plight;
unable to determine who this person was with so many around her, she felt hands
secretly groping a hand full of her ass. She struggled against them, slightly
embarrassed and annoyed with that person copping a feel in this situation. She
felt another, maybe even the same one, his finger sliding down her smooth panties
behind her and pushing on her plush but sore mound.
If anyone had seen this scene would have surely
thought she was obviously over matched. But the men struggled against her, and
Supergirl’s own muscles ached until she found herself on both her hands and
knees.
“We got her men, we got her, don’t let up now!”
‘No…cant…can’t let them……I’ve got to escape……’
Supergirl clenched her teeth under the weight of them
all, pushing her down, hands holding her from every direction…and then from the
corner of her eye she saw the baton again. The charge was still building; it
had been almost spent trying to take her down. An idea ran through her head.
“Let’s see how tough you guys
really are!” she grabbed the end of the baton and clicked it on.
“yyyaaaaa…yaaaaaa…yaaaaaaaaaa!!!!” The entire group of
men yelled at once. The charge passed through Supergirl and into each of them
who touched her. She released the device and stood amongst the pile of them
still twitching as if each had been tasered.
“You’re kidding right? That wasn’t even half of what I
took.” Supergirl stepped over them, her high heeled red boots quickly jumping
over the groaning agents and into the squad room. The remaining officers stood
frozen, their mouths hanging open as only Supergirl had emerged from the room.
They stood silent, unsure what to do as they watched her pass them by, watching
as the long legged girl passed each of them, her red cape flapping behind her, headed for the hallway.
‘Where is he?’ she looked around, and then spotted a black
Porsche down below parked between two handicap spaces.
Conner rushed from the building, bumping into several
people and fumbling for his keys. His hands found the one and he made a dead
line for the Porsche. He slipped the key into the lock just before turning it
he heard a voice from behind him.
“You’re in a rush to get somewhere?” Supergirl had
appeared just behind him. She watched as he turned slowly to face her. “How did
you manipulate that evidence?”
She struck her power pose, her hands planted confidently
on her hips, her cape draped around her shoulders like a gladiator. Curious
people stopped on the sidewalks and watched, removing their cell cameras and
clicking video of the popular Superheroine. Supergirl gently pushed him to his
car with a single finger. Conner leaned back, pinned to his car by her slender
finger. “You’re not buying your way out of this. Trying to manipulate justice,
toying with the federal system and bribing government officials come with a
lengthy jail term. But if you co-operate, I’ll help you the best I can.”
Supergirl felt confident she had him. Finally she would
have him admit to his childish schemes and be done with this whole affair. But
to her surprise, the boy’s face didn’t show any fear. Instead he seemed to be more
relaxed and calm.
“Not buying my way out Supergirl? Why because you super
heroes don’t think that money can buy true power?” He smirked at her. “You
bunch of freaks are just like the rest of us, everyone has a price, everyone’s
got a price Baby.”
She suddenly heard a few gasps from the crowd around
them. Supergirl’s eyes darted to some of the people on the nearby sidewalk.
Their camera phones seemingly no longer trained on her but something past her.
“Money may not buy true power Supergirl, but I can rent
it.”
At that moment the people on
the sidewalk seemed to hurry away quickly. Many of them pocketing away their
phones and moving down the street with great speed. An ominous feeling began to
come upon Supergirl.
Suddenly a large hand grabbed Supergirl’s neck from
behind. She could feel the weight of it, only two of the large fingers circled
her neck, constricting like a python.
“Supergirl, say hello to one of my newly acquired
employees.”
Supergirl gasped under the vise like
grip as she was lifted from her feet and spun to face the menace from behind
her. Choking and tugging at the large hands holding her she saw a large
muscular shadow casting the size of a small mountain. Her eyes fell upon the
burnt brown costume and welded hood that only allowed for the his dead black
eyes and bared white teeth to show through. He grinned in delight like some
demon sent up from hell to wreck havoc on the city, enjoying the pain and
torture he was now inflicting onto her. His body was more than six times her own
size, and his gaze was of madding, like the berserkers of old time. A beast of
pure muscle and unstoppable rage seemed to have formed this
behemoth…Juggernaut!