The Trial of Supergirl - Part 1

Chapter 1

Supergirl paused for a moment, hiding herself behind one of the large stacked containers in the shipyard and looking down at the activity below her. There were dozens of men scrambling around two large open cargo boxes. A flash of light beamed from inside one of the open containers and the roar of an engine could be heard. Suddenly a gleam of steel emerged from inside, beaming in the moonlight, the Bugatti Veyron rolled into the open air of the docks.

Supergirl immediately recognized it from the earlier police reports, not many 1.7 million dollar cars go missing without someone noticing; and she was almost willing to bet the other luxury and sports cars were sealed inside the other dozen boxes surrounding the men.

The young slender man in the valentine suit seemed to be the one in charge. He smiled broadly to a fat balding Middle Eastern gentleman who delighted in seeing the one of a kind automobile.

“Just like I said.” The boy slid his hand down the smooth finish of the hood. “Nothing on Earth like it, and it’s yours at just above the asking price. As long as your transfer goes through, we’ll pack all of them onboard and have them delivered in three days.”

“Above asking price?” the man balked.

“Well, you have to purchase the history also.” The boy gleamed. “This was once the pride and joy of a certain prince off the ivory coast. I dare say some supermodels panties are probably still stuck between the cushions of the backseat.”

“Yes, yes!”

The man laughed delighted. The balding man examined the car impressively, gliding his hands down the polished steel curves.

Supergirl could see the younger man’s face now clearly. She recognized him, Conner Kingsley, the son of one the world’s most successful merchant shipping magnets. Their family business, run by his older brother Donny and their father, took in more profit than some small countries. Last years revenue was well above the forty billion dollar mark….but she knew why he was here.

The tabloids had always painted Conner as the spoiled kid in the family. He refused to go into the business with his father and rather favored spending the family’s wealth at several clubs and socialite parties. His father had remained silent when several of his sons sex tapes appeared suddenly on the internet, him and Paris, him and Angelina, him and Jessica, him with Gillian and Cecilia, he was certainly an embarrassment to the family. But dealing with stolen goods, she knew he wasn’t doing it for profit. His father had never once cut his funding….she knew he was instead doing it for the sheer thrill of it. Building his reputation among the stupid club kids and hoods that frequented the nightclubs that he constantly lived in. He was doing this only to show that he was “cool”, and maybe use his new “dangerous” reputation to subdue a few more models or keep his status as VIP in the newer clubs.

Unfortunately for him, Supergirl didn’t care, no one was above the law and all she could see was a thief…...

Chapter 2

“Very good…very good” the balding man smiled broadly as he opened his briefcase. Inside a miniature satellite computer clicked on and connected automatically. Using his stubby fingers he entered the codes, then logged into the Swiss National bank and accessed a pre-designated account.

“I’ll only need your account to make the transfer complete, the balance will follow in three days after we have the merchandise stored…agreed?”

Conner smiled broadly pulling a small slip of paper from his inside suit pocket.

“That’ll be a lot of help to a lot of charities……” A woman’s voice startled them suddenly. Panic stricken they looked around for the source only to be dumbfounded as they saw the hovering form of Supergirl flying in above them. She floated downward towards the group, her short red skirt and cape flapping and flowing through the breeze of her decent, the light of the full moon bounced off the satin finish of her shining blue top, its snug fit gripped her body perfectly, the light reflections following her curvaceous plump breast and the blazing ‘S’ on her chest made a grand statement. Her high heeled red boots gently touched the ground as the men surrounded her. She stood in center of them, unafraid, her shapely legs slightly parted, ready for anything they could throw at her.

She faced the two men. The boy Conner looked even younger up close now, his trendy blonde hair long on one side of his face that cut just above his blue eyes. The middle eastern man looked in total disarray. His hands visibly shook and he blurted out a phrase in his language.

“Don’t act so innocent.” Supergirl replied in Arabic to his astonishment. “You’re all under arrest, lets not make this harder than it has to be.” She said to the others.

“Supergirl,” Conner flashed his charming smile as he reached inside his coat pocket and withdrew an expensive looking leather wallet. “I’m sure we can overlook this little encounter…lets say a hundred thousand and you forget this meeting?”

Supergirl only glared at him.

“Ok, ok fine. I was trying to low ball you but I can see you’re a good negotiator so how about five hundred….” He saw no change in her expression. “…er one million?”

“You cant buy your way of this one Kingsley.” She said sternly.

“Ok, ok. You got me…I’ll go as high as ten million. That’ll buy a lot of extra capes.” He started writing the check. “And you want this just for cash right?”

Supergirl snatched the pad from his hand and ripped it into pieces.

“Don’t be stupid. Don’t waste your money on me; you’re going to need it for a good lawyer.”

The boy watched dazed as his checks floated to the ground in pieces. She could hear his heart pounding in his chest, his blood rushing; this was a situation he couldn’t buy his way out of.

“Well Supergirl, how about one of these beautiful autos…you can’t fly everywhere right?” He smiled nervously. “I have the keys for this one right here.” He reached inside his pocket again but instead of the keys he withdrew a silver plated automatic and fired shots at the unmoving Supergirl.

The bullets slammed against her and then ricocheted in every direction, never penetrating her.

“What the hell are you doing!” the other men yelled as they dodged the flying bullets.

Conner gritted his teeth in anger and turned to run. The men surrounding Supergirl rushed her. She easily slapped the first away with the back of her hand, slapping him so hard he fell immediately to the ground. Another grabbed her from behind in a bear hug as the portly Middle Eastern buyer grabbed his briefcase and fled in the opposite direction.

Supergirl flipped the man behind her, taking him by the arm and sending him crashing into the fleeing buyer. Both hitting the hard ground and destroying the case. She turned and whipped her leg around another, kicking him into the open container. In one mighty burst she flew at them all, picking up one after another and throwing them inside the ship container. She grabbed the others, including the fat buyer and tossed them in as well. Closing the doors, she pulled the locks and snapped them shut.

“This should hold you.” She shouted to the pounding of fist inside and the yells of obscenities.

She jumped upward and spotted the boy. He was just at his car fumbling madly for his keys. Like a bolt of lightning she zoomed at him.

“Going somewhere?” She pulled the keys from him.

“You fucking bitch!” He drove his fist into her stomach and Supergirl doubled over in pain, shocked at how strong the boy was. “You’re not taking me in!!’ he nailed her again slamming his fist into her shoulder.

Supergirl buckled, taken totally by surprise at this power but pulled herself together. She jumped at him, slamming her own fist into his chin, then pummeling him with three quick punches and a finishing kick. The boy fell, breathing hard as sweat poured over him. She picked him up and pushed him over the front of his car, pinning him down, she took his hands behind his back.

“Do you know who I am! Do you know what my father’s going to do to you when he finds out? Your dead bitch, you’re dead!! Let me go!”

“Quiet down.” Supergirl slammed his handsome face against the hood. She reached around into his jacket. “Mind if I use your cell?”

The boy screamed in anger, wrestling against the hood of the car as she flipped opens his phone and dialed the number for the police. “You and your gang are going away for a long time, maybe this will straighten you out, and maybe your father will thank me.” She clicked the phone, telling them where she was and what was going on, and she then ended the call and tossed his phone over her shoulder.

“You fucking super freaks think you’re the boss….just wait…just wait, you have no idea how powerful I am.” He spat.

“Wow, I heard you were better than this on a first date.” Supergirl teased as she pinned him. “Come on; charm me like you do those movie stars until the police get here….after all, this is our first date, haha.”

Chapter 3

The morning broke like any other; Athena stretched as she pulled herself from bed and started the water for her tea. She yawned as she made her way into the washroom and fell into a hot shower. The plan for today was just to relax. She emerged from the washroom in her robe, whisking away the last of the dental floss, her mind now on this month’s cosmos and a light breakfast.

Athena placed her tea on the table, leaning back into her full sofa and picked up the remote for the slim display hanging on her wall. The black screen beeped and the local news appeared onscreen. Ugh, it was Jim Foley, one of the networks most sensational anchors who whored publicity and was at his best when what he called award winning stories broke. The silver haired man was talking in a calming but direct way into the camera as if he had life threatening news that everyone had to take notice of. ‘It must be sweeps’ Athena thought as she increased the volume….

“…..just minutes ago from the steps of the city courthouse, Jim Zimmer, head lawyer for the Kingsley family has filed charges against Supergirl…..”

“What?” Athena’s mouth curled into a smile as if someone was playing a well involved joke on her.

“…..the paperwork filed today accuses Supergirl, the city’s most powerful and well know superheroine, with false arrest, assault, kidnapping and attempted murder…..”

“Attempted Murder??! This has got to be a joke!” Athena’s brow furrowed as she felt a bit dizzy. She wobbled a bit, and heard Ada’s voice still on the other end of the phone.

“Its ridiculous isn’t it Athena?” the girl on the phone laughed. “This is all the Kingsley’s trying to spin things in their favor because of that troublesome brother that got busted last night.”

Athena muttered agreeably as the scene on the television switched to a podium where the Kingsley’s lawyer was about to make a formal statement in front of dozens of members of the press, along side of him was the chief of police with a noticeable disapproving look on his face. Athena felt her head swimming as if she were actually in some bad dream.

“The city has had enough from this super powered, vigilante in short sexually provocative skimpy clothing!” The lawyer started as the crowd booed from all sides of him. “We have uncovered the true Supergirl that has been hidden away from the public, the evidence is here, and we are determined to see her brought to justice and her actions punished!” He turned and faced the chief.

Athena’s eyes fluttered, the walls around her seemed to be moving on their own, she wasn’t sure she was awake truly….it all seemed surreal.

The chief angrily pushed the lawyer aside from the microphone and gripped the podium. His fist tight and knuckles white with rage as he spoke.

“It is my duty,” he paused bitterly, “to ask for the surrender of Supergirl no later than noon tomorrow at police headquarters to stand trial for these accusations. If she does not comply, we will consider her wanted and instructions to all enforcement agencies to arrest on site…..” The crowd behind the reporters shouted and booed louder.

Athena heard the last of the chief’s words as her eye lids closed and she collapsed backwards, falling into her sofa still dressed in her bath robe.

Ada’s voice echoed over the phone beside the passed out girl. “There’s no way they can make those charges stick, what nerve they have wasting Supergirl’s time like that….Athena? Athena are you there???

Black leather gloved hands clicked the 'end' button of the phone as two other men dressed similarly in black with face masks grabbed the sleeping girl by her shoulders and ankles, lifting her from the sofa.

The man holding her bare legs looked up the past the sleeping Athena's shapely legs, above her soft thighs and underneath the short white bathrobe. He nodded approvingly, surely smiling behind the mask, as they carried her limp form back into the bedroom. The third man hurried into the kitchen and poured the remainder of the tea into the sink……..

Chapter 4

Athena awoke suddenly; looking around puzzled she waited for her brain to catch up with what she was seeing. She looked down at herself, she was still dressed in her bath robe and lying on her sofa.

The television on her wall was still on but the press conference was over, only a scrolling emergency feed ran from left to right at the bottom of screen, recapping the top stories with ‘Supergirl wanted for questioning’ trailing along.

Suddenly she heard the door bell and a hurried pounding at the entrance. She stood, shaking her head a bit; something seemed a bit odd about her place. Athena looked around, but everything seemed in place, everything look usual in her apartment. She hurried to the door and opened it to find a worried Ada on the other end.

“Athena, are you ok??” she bolted in looking over her friend. “You wouldn’t answer over the phone and I rushed over to check on you. We were talking and then all of a sudden you weren’t there anymore.”

“Yeah I think I passed out or something.” Athena brushed her hair, trying to avoid the up close examination from her friend. “I’m fine now, really.” I thought crossed her mind. “How long ago was it we were talking?”

“About an hour ago.” Ada replied, “After I didn’t hear from you, I rushed over.”

Athena led her into the living room and Ada dropped her designer handbag and keys in the usual spot, noticing the uneaten toast still on the table she helped herself to a bite.

Athena sat on the couch for a moment, her head trying to piece together what had happened to her to cause her to suddenly pass out for an hour. She thought about the last things she had done, starting breakfast, the shower, the tea.

“The tea!” She thought suddenly. Had someone been inside her apartment and she hadn’t noticed? Did they dope her tea? She was so preoccupied with the news conference that it may have slipped right past her.”

“Ada, I…” she looked behind her but Ada wasn’t in the room. Athena rushed into the kitchen and saw her girlfriend had already made herself a cup of the tea. “Wait, don’t!” She pulled the cup from Ada’s mouth and drops of it spilled on the girls pressed white blouse.

“Hey! Calm down crazy!” Her friend brushed the stains on her shirt. “There’s plenty still left in the pot!”

Athena froze, watching Ada as she examined the stains. She was fine. Athena knew that any drug that would have knocked her out would have been extremely potent, just a sip would have taken Ada off her feet instantly.

“The tea is fine.” She said puzzled.

“Yeah, a little stronger than usual, and cold.” Ada laughed giving up on the now ruined piece of clothing. “Wow, you’re really stressed out today, I didn’t know you were such a big fan of Supergirls.” She teased.

“Oh no, that’s not it.” Athena laughed, noticing the stains on Ada ruined shirt almost made a happy face. “I guess the last few days of being up all night are just catching up to me. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…”

“It’s ok’” Ada shook her hands politely. “Its Jane’s, I’ll just return it to her now.” The two laughed. “but now I’m going to have to borrow something of yours, because I cant go shopping like this.”

“Shopping?” Athena had forgotten. “Oh yeah, sure. Help yourself, you know where my closet is.” She said as Ada began undoing the buttons on the stained shirt and headed towards Athena’s bedroom.

“Find something nice, just stay away from any of your other narcotic tea throwing friends while wearing my things!” she laughed, shouting behind her as Athena clicked to warm the tea.

“Hey, I didn’t know you had two closets!” Ada’s voice shouted from the bedroom. “What’s this little hidden one here for? Is this where you keep the good stuff from your friends?”

Athena’s eye grew wide and she bolted into the bedroom after her. Ada had discovered the hidden door at the back of her closet where she kept her Supergirl costume.

“How do you turn on the light in this one?” Ada called back just as Athena arrived.

“Here take this one, you’ve always admired it.” Athena tossed a radiant blue top over Ada’s head and pulled her from the closet.

“Hey!” Ada stumbled towards the bed pulling the shirt from over her head. “This one? Oh my god, I thought you’d never let me borrow this!”

Athena only heard a few of her words as she examined the opening of the secret closet. She peeked inside and clicked on the hidden light switch while Ada was pre occupied. She looked around the room, everything seemed in place. Had she just been so tired the night before that she didn’t close the door completely? How careless!

She pulled the hidden door shut and joined her friend again who was already wearing the small blue number.

‘A major sacrifice to keep my secret’ Athena thought as Ada modeled the top.

“So what do you keep in there?” Ada asked.

“Oh just some boxes and things, its like a storage space for things you don’t use, its very messy right now, I was just a little embarrassed.”

“Well I look killer!” Ada smiled. “Come on, put something on and let’s go. If we hurry we can probably see some of that wacko Kingsley kid’s release.”

“Release???!” Athena asked shocked.

“Yeah he made bail. 10 million dollars, which is like pocket change to them I guess.” Ada still admiring her form in the mirror. “They said he was going to speak just in front of the police station after his release. And get this; they’re not going to prosecute him until after they sort the Supergirl trial out. Isn’t that insane, I swear this city is turning into one big……”

“Ada, I just remembered I have a shoot this week out of country, I completely forgot, my assistant told me at the last minute.” Athena hurried her friend to the living room.

“You do?” Ada asked as she was being pushed.

“Yeah sorry, and I’m late to meet with the clients.”

“Oh no problem.” Ada grabbed her bag and keys and picked up the ragged remains of Jane’s top. “Ok, take care of yourself, don’t worry, I’ll find someone to shop with today.” She laughed heading to the front door. "And I’ll take good care of the top."

“It’s yours.” Athena replied as a giddy Ada closed the door behind her.

Chapter 5

In front of the police department a podium stood at the break point between the sets of stone steps leading into the building. Dozens of waiting cameramen and reporters holding small notepads in their hands surrounded scene as well as variety reporters from tabloid entertainment shows. Conner Kingsley crossed all lines, but these entertainment paparazzi seemingly followed his every move. In the past they had taken hundreds of photos of him, drunk after partying in the city’s hottest clubs, arriving with supermodels and famous actresses, even his gym activities had been well documented and the spike in the ratings from female viewers only fueled the producer’s desires. This latest brush with the law was a guaranteed boost as real life seemingly interfered with Conner’s playboy lifestyle.

To either side of the reports lines of police officers stood on the steps leading upwards to the entrance of the building. A blockade had been created to the rear of the reporters as protesters and supporters shouted and pushed at one another. Then just as promised the doors opened at the top and Conner along with his lawyer and the dismayed looking chief of police.

Bulbs flashed all around them as they made their way to the podium. Conner smiled broadly as he tossed his hair away from his brash face as his lawyer stepped up.

“Justice has finally been corrected and my client has been released!” The cameras zoomed in on them as Conner posed and smirked behind the man as cheers rose up from the crowd of young girls waving large signs reading “Free Conner” and “Conner not Convict!”

“The charges brought against my client” the microphone boomed from the lawyers words as the crowd listened intensely. “are totally false and he has been made the scapegoat by a notorious character who has hidden her true purposes behind a pretty smile and a suggestive costume so short, it itself should be illegal!”

“If and when this miscreant of justice dares to face the truth about her, we will prove that my client, Conner Kingsley.” Another cheer from the girls in school uniforms erupted. “Was no more than another of her victims to further her own popularity and personal gain!”

“Is that so?” a voice echoed though out the square as the lawyer looked around nervously in all directions. The cameras suddenly turned away from the men as the crowd gasped in excitement. A sudden electricity was in the air as the lines of policemen on the steps seemed to be at a heighten alert. The dozens of television cameras turned their lenses upward at the blue and red streak circling overhead. They followed her as she zipped around the to the back of the square and then in one burst, like a jet landing on a carrier, the dazzling form of Supergirl glided to the break point of the steps, just left of them.

The police officers rushed in, not to Supergirl, but to restrain the now overly excited media as cameras exploded like fireworks and every reporter screamed and thrust their personal recorders at her all at once.

Supergirl casually made her way to where the men were standing, the lawyer now sweating noticeably gulped hard as she faced him. His hands trembling as he removed a handkerchief from his pocket and mopped his brow then the stuttering man looked at her and then finally realized that she wanted the spot where he was to address the press and he clumsily moved to make room for her.

Her eyes met Conner’s and narrowed in suppressed anger. She wanted him to know she had no intention of letting this spoiled rich boy or any of his family go unpunished for breaking the law.

Conner’s handsome face sneered back at her, his icy blue eyes and stare made him look even more like a pouting child who was being disciplined. Supergirl turned her back to him to face the podium as Conner’s eyes dropped to examine her from behind, the large ‘S’ emblazed on her swaying red cape that cropped just above the tiny swaying skirt. He stared for a long time at the smallish skirt and how it shaped her was just long enough to barely cover her ass. He followed down to her shapely legs that gave way to the spiky red heeled leather boots. He swallowed harder than usual as his mind seemed to entertain thoughts about her but his lawyer nudged him and he was brought him back to the scene.

“Concentrate!” he whispered.

Supergirl smiled as the crowd cheered behind the press, waiting for their hero to finally speak out about the whole affair.

“Thank you, I just wanted to say that I will fully co-operate with this investigation. I have only sought to uphold the laws of this city and to use the power given to me to protect the innocent and weak from the corrupt and evil. I have no problem standing up to the accusations of these people and believe that my innocence will be validated!”

The crowd cheered again as Supergirl smiled and waved to her fans when suddenly she something cold and hard encircle one of her wrist.

“What?” She looked over to see Conner who was clamping handcuffs over her wrist.

“I’m glad to hear you are so fond of upholding the law Supergirl.” He smiled mischievously.

“What the hell are you doing?” Supergirl asked. “these cant hold me, you know!”

But to her surprise, she couldn’t break free of it. She felt confused and he only smiled as if he had somehow outsmarted her. She jerked at the cuffs, still unable to break the steel like she had done countless times before.

“It’s a special metal developed by one of my father’s companies, designed specifically for you Supergirl, its unbreakable and tempers your super powers just enough to do this!”

Conner wrestled her arms behind her back as Supergirl was pushed forward, her large breast being flatten against the top of the podium. She struggled, trying to use all of her strength, but for the first time ever, she wasn’t strong enough. The boy bent her over, crossing the costumed Supergirl’s wrist behind her back just above her cape and clicked on both cuffs. A blinding explosion of flashes burst from the cameras.

Behind the podium Conner smiled broadly, his eyes gleaming but every other second his look would cut away to the now exposed panties and ass of the bent over Supergirl. The short skirt he had admired earlier had become even shorter in this position and he was very much enjoying the view of her.

“What the hell is going on here?” the Chief shouted.

“I’m doing YOUR job!” Conner spat back as his lawyer jumped in front of the chief.

“We have a court order for the immediate arrest and holding of Supergirl due to her being a flight risk.”

“What? Flight risk?” the chief snatched the paperwork from the lawyer and began reading.

“Yes we have to take her in now or she could fly to the moon and no one would ever be able to touch her….the opportunity is now, and I have the rights to do it!”

Conner leaned over the stunned Supergirl and whispered in her ear.

“Remember I told you I was going to repay this feeling?”

The bent over and captured Supergirl blushed red with embarrassment as the reporters scream out headlines for tomorrows papers

“Conner captures Supergirl!”

“Supergirl press conference, press trap!”

“Supergirl brought in by playboy!”

Her teeth cinched together in anger, struggling against the cuffs as the boy’s hands held her arms in control. She looked down the steps as the schoolgirls cheered for their idol. How dare he do such a sensationalist thing like this in front of everyone, she had already agreed to this farce of a trial, but he wanted her to feel the same shame he felt of being arrested for the world to see.

Conner lifted Supergirl upward. The girl of steel stopped struggling, she took a breath. If this is what had to happen to clear her, she would endure it.

The lawyer again took the stand as Conner pulled Supergirl backwards from the front.

“Like I was telling the chief we have an immediate arrest for Supergirl signed by the Judge of the ……….”

Supergirl looked over to the chief who’s face was blank and helpless, then she felt something brushing against the back of her leg. Stroking her thigh and gliding along he soft smooth skin. She turned halfway to look behind her at the boy, but he seemingly only stared into the crowd, a slight smirk on his face.

She felt his hand move up behind her, hidden behind herself, and the lawyer now speaking to the crowd, and he lifted her skirt, his hands caressing her vulnerable ass, pulling at the ends of her panties.

‘Disgusting pervert!’ she thought.

“Stop it.’ She whispered trying not to draw any attention to his molesting her in front of everyone.

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.

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.

Chapter 8: Gains and losses

Athena awoke early the next morning, determined to do some of her own investigating before she returned to the station. She hurried from the shower and accessed the hidden door behind her closet. The wall opened and inside was several of her costumes and other gadgets she had found useful in her crime fighting career. A small vanity and mirror suddenly lit up once the door was fully retracted. To her right were several wigs lined along a shelf, below that hung uniforms and various costumes. On the vanity sat drawers of makeup and foam latex with skin charts and detail pencils. Athena turned her back to these items and removed one of the familiar satin blue and red Supergirl costumes that hung from opposite end. After all this time, she still felt the slight shutter of excitement when removing the short sexy skirt and top from its resting spot. She grabbed a pair of the red high heeled boots, her belt, and tossed her cape over her arm, turned and stopped.

She turned back to the room. Her eyes moved along the entire area, looking for something she couldn’t explain. Something was different, something inside was out of place or strange but she couldn’t place what it was.

“I must be loosing it.” She told herself still eyeing the room until the door finally closed. Athena brought herself back to the work at hand. She slipped into her costume and quickly forgot about the weird vibe in the closet. Her thoughts turned back to Conner, the overbearing wealthy gigolo that had somehow manage to entwine her in this mess.

She knew his reputation of being a thrill seeking socialite well, the rich kid who thought he could do whatever he please. Run a multi-million dollar car ring just to brag about it before laying claim to some impressed hotel chain princess. But something didn’t add up. Even with the funds he siphoned off his family, if even that still existed, how could he have had the connections to persuade a federal judge to issue the arrest of Supergirl??

There was something bigger here, or someone bigger. She doubted the snotty playboy could have plotted this by himself. She wondered if he was involved with a much larger chain, or crime organization. She knew that these syndicates loved celebrities for their access to things and places normal people didn’t have …and for their naivety.

‘Spoiled pervert.’ She thought as she made her way to the balcony and leaped into the early morning sky.

She headed for the outskirts of town, away from the steel buildings and down into the suburbs where homes lined the streets. Even in the early morning, she carefully flew over the homes, careful to stay out of site. In the city, if passers by saw her, it may cause a stir, but here in the suburbs seeing Supergirl soaring overhead could cause a panic.

She slipped over the rooftops and past treetops finally coming upon a modest brick home at the end of one of the streets. She rounded over the top of it and gently landed on the roof next to the chimney. Supergirl’s hand slid to the back of the chimney and removed a rectangular metal piece, painted to perfectly match the bricks of the smoke stack. She smiled then landed quietly along the side of the house.

She glanced around then walked towards the back of it where a window peeked out at ground level. She peered inside, then tapped on the glass.

Inside was a portly man wearing red rimmed glasses, sitting at a computer. Her tapping had gone completely unnoticed as his headphones blared loudly with the sounds of the video game he was intensely playing. His body jerked and rolled as his character fired on aliens on the large screen in front of him, totally unaware of his visitor. Supergirl sighed, rolling her eyes and then slowly focused her eyes on his bottom.

A small red beam of light pin holed through the windows and found its mark. She was careful not to make it too powerful but the message was sent as the chubby man jumped from his seat holding his bottom.

“Who’s there? Who is it?!” He jumped around excitedly, the headphone now pulled free of the computer but still cupping both his ears. Then he saw her at the window.

“Supergirl?” his voice raised and he swallowed hard. He hurried to the window and lifted it wide. “I’m clean Supergirl…really…I haven’t done nothing for a long time…” he babbled.

“I’m not here for you.” She whispered. “well, I am but I need your assistance in a matter. Can I come in?”

“Um….” His eyes looked up at her and over her body, crotched at the windows. “You need help Supergirl?” he said “Is this something to do with that Kingsley thing? You know I saw them take you to jail on the television…you had this kinda funny look on you face and ….”

“Albie!” Supergirl cut him of, not willing to re-live the memory and feeling slightly embarrassed. “Can I come in?”

“Well sure.” He smirked tossing his long hair from in front of his horrible red glasses. “But you’ll have to come through the window. If the front door opens my Mom will hear.”

Supergirl’s face froze in stunned silence.

“Really? Albie you’re 30 and living in your mother’s basement?”

“Hey!” he barked back, “I had a six million dollar summer home on the beach before you and the cops took everything away. I flew to Paris for breakfast and Tokyo for dinner in the same day!” He shouted in a loud whisper. “Now I cant even go to the supermarket without setting this thing off!”

He showed her a metal device around his ankle.

“With money you skimmed from hundreds of companies illegally.” Supergirl said. “But maybe if you help me clear up a few things, I wouldn’t mind putting in a good word for you with your case worker. Maybe even have that device reset where you can go to the market or even farther…”

“Don’t bother.” He snorted, laughing. “I already jimmied it.” He folded his arms and exhaled. “Come on in, I could always use some good referrals that may take some time off my house arrest. That is if YOUR name is still good… and I’m serious, you’re going to have to come through the window, Mom doesn’t like visitors this late or early”

Supergirl silently kicked herself but she was sure he could help. She fell to the ground and slid backwards inside the window where Albie watch her climbing inside with a wide grin on his face. His head turning slightly to the right, as he glancing under her upturned skirt. His eyes grew wide as he ogling the view between her legs. He watched delighted as she slipped inside the room, her body sliding down the wall as her costume pulled and rode up her tight body.

“This is ridiculous. I feel like a teenager sneaking in.”

“Why? You wanna make out?”

Supergirl choked back the vomit that welled inside her throat. “Um, no. But I wonder if you still have your talent with hacking into systems?”

“Of course I do but if that’s what you’ve come here for I cant help you. Under the conditions of my probation I’m not allowed to have any sort of communication device connected to my computer. The FBI monitors all our telephone lines and any signals in the area. And here in the suburbs we can’t even get cable…so sorry Supergirl, looks like you made this trip for nothing.”

“And what about the antenna up top, painted to look like the roof?”

The pudgy man stopped for a moment. She could tell his mind was working on some believable explanation but all he could come up with was…”

“Bird feeder?”

“Looks more like a Russian made KA27-Ux uplink to me.” Supergirl said and the man looked at her with a certain admiration. “It usually links directly to a satellite in space using an untraceable raw signal, highly encrypted and almost completely undetectable. It’s what the deep cover Russian spy’s use. You aren’t a spy are you Albie? That would mean real trouble.”

“NO.” the man blurted out. “Wow legs, you really are something. What do you need help with?” He smiled broadly moving distinctly towards her but was stopped suddenly by her unmoving hand.

“Um...I need to check some financial records of a judge, any contribution made that would go directly to him, or any company or supposed charity he may have.” She pushed him down in his chair and rolled him to the computer. The man clicked on the screen and flipped a hidden button just below the desk. At once the computer lit up and several windows popped up. Supergirl watched as dozens of pieces of information flashed on the screen. The chubby boy’s fingers seem to be going at lightning speed, even with her supervision she could barely keep up. He pounded away at the keyboard only taking a hand off now and then to adjust his bright red rimmed glasses and sip form a large cup.

“Oh yeah, yeah…I see…oh that’s clever…” he mumbled.

“What is it? Did you find something?” Supergirl asked as the screen suddenly went black. Her eyes darted back and forward waiting for something. “What happened Albie? Did you blow out something?”

She turned and looked at the boy who was now leaned back reclining in his chair sipping form the large cup and smirking at her.

“You were right Supergirl, this guy is dirty.”

“I thought so.” She said watching the boy, waiting. “Can you show me then? Maybe print me up some of the documents?”

‘Something is up with him.’ She thought.

“I could Supergirl, but first we’re going to have to give me some incentive…”

“What?”

“Yeah you see, I’m going to need something to motivate me…maybe if you removed something it would help me focus better…maybe stripping off some of that tight costume, hmmm?”he slurped.

“Strip??? Are you insane?” Supergirl said.

“No?” Albie clicked a switch and shut down the monitor. “Then we have nothing more to discuss. I only hope you fair well in prison.”

Supergirl’s blood boiled. How dare this fat geek take this type of advantage of her!

“I should pound you into pudding just for suggesting such a thing!”

“Go ahead.” Albie pretended to ignore her. “When the police come, I will be forced to tell them what went on here…how you forced me to break into federal sites.”

“Alright!” Supergirl growled. “But if you mention this to anyone…ANYONE…I will drop you off in the polar ice caps in your underwear! Got it?!!”

Albie nodded his head quickly, switching the monitor back on and watching as Supergirl looked around the room. She checked to see if they were alone then undid her cape and brushed it aside.

“Well, it’s a start, hmmm…” His fingers again began to race on the keyboard. “Here’s your judges financial portfolio, he has a number of bank accounts, stocks and he’s the founder of a charity. A very successful charity of which he draws a salary complete with bonuses. His largest contribution yet came just a day before you were arrested. Twenty-five million dollars claimed tax free from this company right here.”

The screen went black again.

“What company?” she looked at him and then sighed angrily. Supergirl stood up from her crotched position over his shoulder and unzipped her boot, sliding it off her shapely leg and tossing it next to her cape.

The screen erupted again.

“The company is a publically owned and just a front for a larger company. A kind of tax write off and something to funnel money through like a slush fund. The donation was actually made in check form from this company but an earlier record on their accounting books show a cash income from investment, that’s so there is no ones name on a check or no way it can be traced back.

“So it goes cold there?”

“Not really. People don’t just withdraw twenty-five million in cash everyday from a bank. Using a search I designed I can access every bank in the world and find which one matches that amount and the serial numbers on the dollars.”

Supergirl was impressed. Her eyes watched as the screen flickered and then went black again.

“GGRRRR…you little creep!” Supergirl quickly unzipped her other boot and tossed it into the pile of discarded items.

“Hmmm…we’re getting there.” He smiled looking up and down at the barefoot superheroine beside him as the screen blipped on again. “Of course these guys are professionals and they withdrew from separate banks, but we can match large deposits from hundreds of banks to piece together the entire withdrawal and find what company or what individual had access to that amount of cash.

“If we match up these eight withdrawals and cross reference the point of withdrawal we come up with twenty-five million all funnel to a bank in Washington. The screen disappeared again.

Supergirl stood up again and looked down at her shrinking costume.

“There had better be an end coming soon.” She huffed as she unclipped the yellow belt from her waist and tossed it on top of the other pieces.

The screen flickered on again and Albie’s eyes looked her over with a smirk.

“The Washington Trust files are right here, where the bills were verified and released to a secured courier.” His fingers clicked faster on the keyboard. “If we access the courier company’s files we can ID their client list and check their schedules that they have to file with the Feds. The courier was Thomas Kinkaid…”

“Who cares who he is, where was he taking it to??” Supergirl said a bit agitated looking down at the remaining articles of clothing she had to bargain with.

“Well,” Albie looked a bit put off for being interrupted, “his schedule shows delivering at this address….”

Supergirl’s heart sank as the screen went dark. The smiling round face of the geek turned to her again, waiting.

“Albie, this is ridiculous! Just..” she could read his face, there was no reasoning with him. Supergirl gripped the ends of her satin blue top. She turned her back to him.

Albie’s eyes beamed as he watched her from behind. She lifted the tight fitted top from the bottom, pulling it up to expose her smooth slender back. His heart thudding hard now and throat welling he watched as she slipped it completely off, her large ample breast could be seen slightly from either side of her as she raised the top over her head and her long hair bounced behind her as she discarded the clothing. He stared at the naked Supergirl wearing only the tiny red skirt now. She turned to face him, cupping her hands over her breast the best she could.

Supergirl’s anger welled inside her, she hated dealing with perverted scum like this but she need information only he could find for her. She took a breath and steadied herself and she walked back over to him, aware that his eyes were now all over her. She felt an uneasiness and embarrassment as she cupped her nipples in her hands to hide them from his view and tried to get through as best she could.

“Continue.” She said waiting but found the chubby man only continuing to stare up at her luscious body. “Albie! Time is not a luxury I have.”

The man snapped back as if transfixed on her. He clicked more keys, his eyes darting from the screen back to the standing half naked Supergirl and back again in repetition.

“Th-the courier shows it was taken possession by a Jim Zimmer,” he stammered. “Who works for…” the screen went blank again.

“Wait, that’s not enough, that was too soon!” Supergirl protested.

“Sorry I don’t make the rules….oh wait, yes I do.” The now sweaty man smiled up at her looking her over hungrily.

Supergirl’s blood boiled. She felt she had no control in this deal she had made with him. She turned sharply, angry at herself for allowing this to continue but he had to be close to something…something he was dangling in front of her. She turned her back to him again and slowly she eased the edges of her skirt until it floated down her curvy legs and to her feet. She could hear his heart racing and hoped he would not have a heart attack before they finished.

Albie’s eyes grew wide and his mouth dropped as he watched the skirt removed. She wore high cut satin panties that meshed with the shape of her amazing ass. The shiny thin material creased between her ass as each stretch of the material shimmered from the lights. Her body was beautiful and he could feel his cock stiffening. She turned, of course she still cupped her tits but he could see the puff of satin mound between the gap of her legs. His eyes did not tear away from this area as she walked back over.

Supergirl felt chills as she turned, she couldn’t stand the stare he was now beaming at her. She only clung to her panties but felt completely naked as her bare feet walked back to her spot next to him. A tingling of excitement seemed to well between her legs as the thought of herself being at the mercy of such a clumsy and disgusting boy was unimaginable. But here she stood, one last thing to barter before…she didn’t want to think of what was next, but she wouldn’t allow this to continue to far….would she?

“You got your payment...now finish…” she tried to sound stern and intimidating.

Smiling widely as his eyes darted back and forward again, for the first time his fingers stammered on the keyboard.

“Jim Zimmer works for the law firm of Whitney, Cooper and Schmit, who only have one client, a kind of Sicilian group of sharks who represent a single conglomerate.”

The screen died again and Albie turned to Supergirl with a large smile, falling back in his chair.

“But I think you know what needs to happen to get that info..”

Supergirl’s pulse raced. She was finally at the end of this but now he wanted her panties as well. She looked at the window, the sun was coming quickly, she didn’t have much time to ponder a way our, she had to make it back before they found her missing. Her blood boiled with anger, she thought of threatening the fat pervert, but knew somehow it wouldn’t have worked. Instead, slowly she lowered her hand and slid her finger between the top and leg opening of her panties on the right side. She pulled them down slightly; a sudden welling of moisture tingled between her legs. He had won, and she couldn’t escape this humiliation. She slipped the other side down slowly as the man panted just beside her. His eyes wide, his breath shallow as he now saw a few of her pubic hairs just peeking over the tiny triangle of half down costume.

“Whitney, Cooper and Schmit?” Supergirl stopped suddenly repeating the name of the law firm. Something appeared in her mind suddenly…the warrant that had been placed in front of her, that lawyer on the steps at the press conference. Something Conner had whispered to her as his lawyer watched her being fingered by the creep.

‘He’s on the payroll; he’s going to do anything to protect his client…no matter what…’ Her thoughts continued to the day. ‘…we’ve had them in the pocket since I was a kid…’

“Kingsley!” Supergirl exclaimed.

“Wha-what?” Albie looked at her confused, she had stopped, her fingers on the edges of her panties. His eye caught a sliver of sweat dripping down her taught belly and making its way just inside the small pouch of blue that remained hiding her sex. His eyes bulged as his heart raced.

“Kingsley. It’s the family’s law firm. So that means…his father’s banking this scheme.”

“What?..Yeah…um, no….wait!” Albie stuttered, watching suddenly as Supergirl pulled the straps upward again.

“I thought his father had cut him off, but it seems he decided to help his wayward son after all. Maybe they couldn’t stand the family name or this kind of publicity ebbing at the company, so they decided to frame me instead. People with money always think they can twist things to please them, hmmff!”

“Whaa…?” Albie watched in disbelief as he now watched her slipping back on the discarded costume. “Yeah…yeah you’re right.” He laughed maniacally, “But look, look there’s more!” His fingers danced on the keyboard again. “The old man, the father, that’s his personal lawyer, you see, the…the judge and he are even…..” his eyes looked panic stricken as she slipped her skirt on again, oblivious to his pleas. “Wait! You can’t leave me like this!” he begged.

Supergirl was now almost completely dressed again. The sexy superheroine turned as she zipped the last boot on and picked up her cape. The pathetic boy was in full panic. He had never counted on her guessing the last piece of the game and now was jilted from his ultimate prize. She laughed at his situation; he sat clutching the arms of his chair, his cock pushing hard against his pants did nothing to hide his excited state.

‘Little pervert. How’s this for a lesson.’ She thought as she walked sexily over to him. She leaned into him closely, whispering in his ear.

“Sorry Albie, better luck next time.” She could hear his heart pounding; he glanced over to her in the sexy costume just inches away from her, his eyes met her glistening lips. She noticed him and continued.

“I was so desperate, so desperate who knows what I would have allowed you to do to me?” She smiled slyly, hearing him now panting from his mouth, “but I’ll tell you a little secret….tonight, when I’m alone in bed.” She paused for effect. “I’m going to be thinking about what happened here tonight, being naked, at your mercy, obeying all of your commands with no choice. I’ll be thinking of the things, the things I would have had to do for you, the positions you would have ordered me into and the depravity I would have had to suffer under you.” She purred pretending to be thinking of those thoughts. “Mmmmm, I feel so turned on just thinking about what could have been.” She threw him one last sexy stare and pulled away from him slowly, careful to arch her back just enough that her breast came within inches of his face.

Albie drooled, his lip trembling, wanting to say something but seemingly forgetting how to talk as the images whirled inside his mind. He watched dumbfounded as she walked to the small window.

“I..I..II..II...” he babbled, both hands now holding his throbbing member.

Supergirl gave him a sly smile, turning her head to stifle a giggle noticing the stain in his crotch from the gush underneath. She gave a look at the brightening sky, and elegantly soared out of the window and into the morning sky.

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!

Chapter 10: Blood Lust

Supergirl gasped. The vise-like grip of Juggernaut closed on her throat making it impossible to draw breath. Darkness began to ebb from the comers of her fluttering eyes, and a sudden panic struck her.

‘Cant…pass out now…..got to remain calm…think Athena, think!’

Supergirl could see the delight on the villains face, his massive muscles constricting against her.

“This is the easiest money I’ve ever made.” His deep throaty voice echoed from behind the metallic helmet. “I thought you’d put up more of a fight Superwimp!”

Supergirl’s mouth gasped for air, she struggled against his massive fist. Why couldn’t she seem to get a grip on him? Was Juggernaut really this strong? Was he this intimidating a figure that she had always thought he was? There was something uncommonly wrong with this. She was so panicked that she couldn’t seem to get a grip on his fingers. She coughed madly then in a sudden shock of realization, she closed her eyes.

Placing her fingers around her throat….she couldn’t feel his hand there at all.

‘How could such a hulking figure have sneaked up on me?’ she asked herself. Her super hearing and intuition should have picked him up several feet away. There was no way! No way unless….

She calmed herself and focused her thoughts, closing her mind. She opened her eyes again to see the drooling mad giant standing before her suddenly faded into nothingness.

“AAahhhh…..” Supergirl gasped fresh air again, her chest heaving heavily. She looked down at herself. She was hovering on her own power, not being lifted by the villain’s massive arm. She slowly descended, now noticing several of the panicked crowd around her also vanished, being replaced by interested gawkers, unsure of what they were seeing happening to Supergirl. Everyone seemed puzzled by her actions.

“It would have been much easier if you had just passed out.”

Supergirl turned to find the origin of the voice. Conner, the blond preppie boy smiled at her. His appearance contorted, melting away into a petite young girl with long dark flowing hair wearing of all things, a top hat. Supergirl watched as before her eyes suddenly appeared a leggy girl in a short tuxedo costume with fishnet stockings and knee high leather boots. Her face beamed despite the sudden revelation of being uncovered.

“You should be careful, someone could put a spell on you.” She laughed slyly.

“Zatanna?” Supergirl’s said surprised as now she noticed the doors to the police station opening and a dazed Conner just exiting from the elevator to see the two superheroines at his car.

“You’re that sorcerer that has Justice League membership aren’t you? Why did you attack me?” Supergirl asked angrily, now carefully watching the young girl’s movements as well as her words.

“Supergirl, there is a warrant for your arrest.” She said as if Supergirl should have known better. “The Secretary has declared you a threat to world security.”

”So they’ve already contacted the JLA?” Athena felt a sudden charge in readiness. She knew they would come, Zatanna just happen to be the first.

“If you are innocent, surrender, but you’re too powerful a being to be left unhindered, I can’t let you fly away.” The dark haired girl gave a sneaky smile at Supergirl.

“Is this a challenge for you Zatanna? Think you finally get to test your powers against me?” Supergirl’s blood boiled. She felt as if she was getting treated like a common criminal and even worse, it seems that every superheorine who was below her wanted to add ‘Defeating Supergirl’ to their resume.

“I’d like to see you try and stop me trickster.”

“Then I guess your grand illusion is finally unmasked… reh esacne selbac!

As the strange words were spoken the cables from the above power lines came alive. They reached downward, swirling over Supergirl like thick black cobras, snaking around her, looping between her legs and twisting tightly against her arms.

“Nnggggg…”She struggled as they constricting tightly against her body, slithering over her large breast, squeezing her so hard that her breast seemed to push through the openings of each. She felt them curl under her skirt, descending between and through her legs.

“What?!!!” she was shocked as the animated cable exited from behind her and then lifted upwards, wedging into her ass and splitting painfully between her tender satin mound

“NNNgggggg…” Supergirl struggled, standing on her tip toes as the taut line between her legs now moved torturously slow between her legs, each indentation seemed to slam against her pussy, forcing its way past and then back up her vulnerable ass.

Suddenly a flash of red beams emitted from Supergirl’s eyes. The laser burned into the snaking cable and cut it in half. The tight line between her legs fell limply below her, withering like a headless snake. Summoning her strength, she strained against the hidden power behind the living cables and ripped her arms free. The torn bits of the cable dropped to the ground and fell limply at her feet.

“Nice try witch.” Supergirl said charging towards Zatanna who looked surprised at the power of Supergirl. The sorcerer lowered her hat as an eerie glow beamed from inside of it.

“tah eht ot..mmmffffff!!!!”

Supergirl clamped her hand on Zatanna’s mouth.

“Not even close Z” Supergirl pushed her hard into the Porsche shattering the windows. Zatanna fell unconscious to the ground. Supergirl hurried picking up pieces of the ripped cable and bound her hands.

“If I remember right, if you can’t speak, you cant use your powers.” Supergirl undid the sorcerer’s bowtie and gagged her with it.

“Maybe you’re ready for a real challenge then Supergirl?”

A cold shiver ran up Supergirl’s spine. She knew the voice well and turned and saw Wonder Woman. The Amazon jumped into Supergirl.

“OOOhhhhnnnnggg…” Supergirl felt the wind pushed from her lungs; getting hit by Wonder Woman felt like being hit by a charging car. She fell backwards past screaming pedestrians and landed hard against the steel street light, crushing and twisting it until it toppled over just past the scurrying crowd.

Supergirl felt a bit embarrassed as she landed on her back, her legs sprawled open and the tiny red skirt retreating upwards past her exposed panties.

“Nice hit,” Supergirl said lifting herself up. “You’re solid, I’ll give you that. But….gasp!!” Supergirl cut her words short as something just to the left of her caught her eye. She tried to turn in time to react but was just a bit slow.

Flying like a bullet was a white and red blur coming towards her. Before she could escape she was hit again by a charging superheroine.

<<>>

“AAAAAaiiiiiiii” The sound of the impact echoed in the streets as car alarms went off all over, glass from nearby buildings shattered and rained down upon the retreating crowd. Supergirl could feel the pain from her cracked ribs as her body was thrown by the force of the impact. She ricocheted off several cars and finally landed face down through the front window of a parked car. Blood now trickled down her side, staining the blue costume right above a massive rip.

“Ouch.” Athena grimaced as she lifted herself from the shattered glass. Her own sweat stung the now slowly healing cut. She brushed her own long hair from her face and again was face to face with Wonder Woman.

“So you brought a friend with you?” Supergirl said playfully looking skyward to see if she could see the other. Her heart racing, she tried to buy for more time to heal, having to fight Wonder Woman one on one was bad enough but now she had someone else to worry about as well.

“There’s no need to continue this Supergirl” Athena hated the condescending tone of Wonder Woman’s voice. Obviously she still thought of herself as a Princess even away from that hidden island. “You know that I’m more than a match for you, why don’t you let me lasso you and bring you in to justice.”

“I’m innocent.” Supergirl said. “but if I let them take me in, I’ll never get a fair trial.”

“Sorry to hear that. I don’t judge, I just uphold the law.” Wonder Woman whipped her lasso at Supergirl.

Supergirl dodged it easily grabbing the end of the lasso. She pulled hard, yanking Wonder Woman off her feet and towards her. Athena lifted her leg, meaning to kick the off balanced Amazon but instead to her amazement Wonder Woman turned her body in mid-air and slammed both her feet into Supergirl’s stomach.

“AAAiiiiiii” Supergirl doubled over in pain, her ribs still ached from the earlier attack. She fell back on her knees, breathing hard and clutching her battered side. Supergirl saw Wonder Woman coming again. Her reaction was late, her body felt sluggish and tired as sweat poured over her. She fell back into the gravely street again as Wonder Woman slammed her fist hard against the ‘S’ on her chest. Supergirl winced in pain, something inside her told her she was outmatched, that Wonder Woman was better, a legend, she didn’t have a chance.

“Let’s go Supergirl, on your feet!” The superiority in the Amazon’s voice was easily apparent. “You’re done little girl. Give me your wrists, now!”

“No!” Supergirl said through gritted teeth. “I’ve been holding back, but not anymore!” Despite the pain Supergirl leaped upward and caught the unsuspecting Wonder Woman with a round house kick. The Amazon fell on all fours, she turned a hateful gaze towards Supergirl. With cheetah like quickness she pounced again, but Supergirl now dodged each of her attacks, finally slamming her fist several times at high speed into the Amazon’s stomach. Wonder Woman gasped, spit dripping form her cherry lips she locked fingers with Supergirl.

“Just get out of my way!” Supergirl yelled at her, struggling against Wonder Woman’s strength…and then she heard it again.

‘She’s not trying to win anymore; she’s trying to get me in position!’ Supergirl could hear the jet like noise behind her, the same as before. She waited, waited until the last moment then ducked to the side.

Even at a blur Supergirl could see Powergirl passing her by, the realization that she had missed her target and was going too fast to stop from slamming into Wonder Woman. Both girls slammed hard into a nearby building, exploding into a shower of dust and bricks. Slowly, painfully Supergirl got to her feet, both were unconscious. Powergirl lay on top of Wonder Woman, her face buried into the Amazon’s crotch.

Supergirl turned to flee, her body ached, and she was weak and beaten. Her costume torn and stained in her own blood, she had nothing left. She turned to fly away when a hand grabbed her.

A teen schoolboy held her arm.

“Sorry I’ve got to go….” Her voice trailed off as another grabbed Supergirl’s other arm. She looked at each one. There was a blank almost trans-like expression on each of their faces.

“Supergirl….” He drooled.

“What??!!” suddenly she saw a rush of ordinary citizens dashing for her. Supergirl quickly broke free of the boys and jumped into the air, but not quick enough! Several hands grabbed at her booted ankles, dozens of crazed people gathered around now, pulling her back down.

“Supergirl, God she’s so fuckin’ hot!”

“Come here you fucking teasing bitch!!”

“I want to fuck your mouth!”

She looked and suddenly saw the cause of the riot.

Zatanna.

The witch still tied and gagged had manager to prick one of her fingers on the nearby shattered glass and written something in her own blood. Supergirl strained to see it, and finally understood it. Scrolled along the nearby pavement in backwards lettering were two simple words…‘Mob lust’.

‘How careless was this spell Zatanna had done, anything written in her blood was too powerful to be used so carelessly. How could she have done this?’ Supergirl thought and now saw the effects of the broad spell as a crowd now pulled at Zatanna herself, parting the bound and gagged girl’s legs as they covered her.

Supergirl felt the sudden tug against her cape, she was so weak, and she couldn’t break their grip.

“Her body is so sexy!”

“You’re going to get what’s coming to you, bitch!”

She felt herself being pulled back downward into the mob, hands that once just had her ankles and legs now pulled her down by her arms and shoulders.

“No! Get off of me!! Don’t touch me!” the blonde superheroine yelled but hands groped her all over, ripping at her already torn proud costume. They pulled at her hair, pinning her to the ground. Supergirl felt herself being held down by numerous hands, other hands ran over her breast, squeezing her ample cleavage and mouths covering her nipples. All of them had gone mad!

She kicked, struggling against them as one boy now lifted her skirt while others controlled her legs, pulled apart and pinned at by others. The tear from the side of her costume was now ripped wider, her taut stomach exposed as hands reached inside the costume and up to massage her breast.

“…dresses like a slut. She deserves what she gets….”

“God she’s so fucking hot…I want her…”

“NNnngggg..ooooHHHHHH….” she felt fingers stroke against her satin clad pussy and she immediately caught herself from becoming wet. A burst of arousal seemed to come over her, ‘something held over from the spell’ she thought but unsure if the excitement wasn’t from her own growing desire.

The gang of boys stroked her, nails dragging along the smooth satin over her clit and one of them pushed his finger deep into her panties, pushing them into her. Her hips buckled, as she moaned uncontrollable, unable to see who was fingering her as another took advantage of her being pinned down to deliver his tongue deep into her mouth at the same time.

“MMMMmmmm…mmmmm” Supergirl struggled, she could hear the wet churning sound of her own juices as the boy fingered her unmercifully.

‘They…they’ve gone mad!’ She thought unable to break away from the dozens of men and boys, if she hadn’t expelled so much energy fighting the three, she may have had a chance.

Her arms stretched out, her muscles sore and weaken by the earlier battle. She felt furious that she was helpless, unable to defend or stop them as they wreak havoc on her body and the other heroines around her. Even spellbound, how could they ever dare do this to her? To Supergirl!!

She looked up suddenly to see the patriotic image of Wonder Woman standing above her.

“nngg…how?” Even seeing Wonder Woman she felt a rush of salvation from the mob! “...stop themmggg.”

Wonder Woman, moved past them, down to Supergirl unhindered. Supergirl was surprised to see the crowd totally ignoring her.

“My power belt” She showed Supergirl the golden belt around her waist. “Its from the Goddess Aphrodite, it protects me from any charms or love spells” Supergirl watched as the Amazon crouched above her. She felt Wonder Woman grab each of her wrist from the boys and for a fleeting moment thought that she would pull her away from the crowd, instead Supergirl felt her wrist crossed above her head and the strange golden material of Wonder Woman’s lasso tied over her hands again and again.

“Ok…mmmm…” She turned away from another attempt to kiss her, “you win…Nnnggg…help me….stop this….” Supergirl begged as she felt one of the boy’s head between her legs, lapping under her skirt.

“Oh God…nnnoo…mmmmmfffff…” She felt his mouth kissing her through her costume, his tongue stroking up and down, his hot mouth covering her whole mound making her body tense and twitch.

“No, I think you need a lesson ‘Supergirl’” Wonder Woman said her name as if it were a joke to her. “Besides, the more energy they draw away from you,” she smiled watching as Supergirl twitched helplessly again, unable to move away from the boy, “the easier it will be to handle you.” Wonder Woman looked up at the crowd molesting Supergirl.

“Enjoy her.” Supergirl heard her say smiling down at the feeble Maiden of Steel. She stretched Supergirl’s bound hands higher above her head. “Do whatever you please to this villainous girl.” She then reached down to Supergirl’s torn costume and ripped it upwards, tearing the ‘S’ apart and revealing Supergirl’s tits barely contained in her push up bra.

“NO!!!”

“Hmmmm, she even dresses like a whore under her whore costume”

“Had a date tonight hot stuff?” Someone teased her as hands reached down to pawn her breast, pulling them over the designer bra.

“NO!!!! You..nnnggg…you cant allow this…to happen to me….AAAhhhhhhh”

She felt her ass being ravaged, she winced in pain as several of them took to spanking her round ass, unable to stop themselves as the lust for her that each one held deep inside them to have Supergirl had been supercharged and released in one instance of pleasure. Her legs were stretched even farther apart and fingers tracing along the outsides of her costume’s bottoms.

“No..mmmmgggg…get away….mmmmm..OOOHHH…..nooo don’t……” She was too weak now, there was no escape once bound by the lasso and Supergirl was no long super, but a superheroine defeated in the worse position.

She turned her head to avoid another disgusting kiss and saw through a small opening of the crowd where Zatanna lay. The heels of her long boots now kissing the sky as some boy slammed between them. She could also see several girls in the crowd had become affected as well and seemed to take to the magician. But for only the few there, the majority had come after Supergirl

As she struggled, she felt her panties grabbed from the top and pulled down, stretched between her knees. Her naked shame exposed causing her face to burn in redness. Hands reached out to stroke her, plowing through her neatly trimmed hairs and parting her soft dripping lips.

“Look how wet she already is.” Someone pointed to the center of the stretched panties where a deep blue stain of wetness and slippery juices stood out.

Her eyes met Wonder Woman’s again and Supergirl turned, horrified and embarrassed. They pulled her panties down until one leg was free and a large boy in a uniform positioned himself between her parted legs.

“No…please, he’s too young….he’s still a student…stop….” Her mind wondered if the charm had worked too well against the high school boys who seemed to always ogle Supergirl in the short outfit whenever she visited nearby schools.

It was her heels now lifted up as she could feel his hard meaty cock pushing into her.

“No…no…please don’t…..mmmmnnggggg”

The boy slipped in easily ignoring her pleas. Supergirl gasped as he filled her, stroking against her slowly then fast then slowly again, savoring her tight virgin like pussy.

“Fucking Supergirl…yes…yes…ooohh you’re so tight, you make me want to cum…..” the boy babbled, his face excited and glowing as he pumped happily into her again and again.

Supergirl could feel her body rocking with each pump; she felt his stiff cock circling as he thrust into her, throbbing already. Her hot wet sex would make short work of him and as she looked down the boy was ready to explode. He smiled widely at the thought of his luck to have Supergirl spread before him. Hhe and his friends had fantasized about this for so long.

“Do not cum in her.” Wonder Woman ordered from above. “Spray this slut instead.”

Supergirl was mortified. She watched as the overly excited boy did just as Wonder Woman had said and an explosion of white showered over Supergirl’s belly, oozing its way down on either side of her.

Drops of deep hues stained the tiny red skirt and she could feel his warm cum glistening on her body.

“What…what’s going on?” The boy asked looking confused and dumbfounded. With his shot the lust had been broken, but before he could continue he was grabbed and thrown aside by a stocky blond boy who was panting heavily. He quickly unzipped his pants and slammed hard into Supergirl’s waiting pussy.

“OOOHhhhhh…OOOHHHHHHH!!!!!” She moaned as the slapping of his body against her took on porn like quality. He pushed deep into her, holding then sliding back out and deep in again.

Supergirl winced, her body was exploding inside. She felt hands caressing her now exposed pink nipples, pinching and cupping her gently to continue her arousal. Wonder Woman had moved to her side, allowing some pervert to have her bound hands, forcing her to stroke his cock, moving her hands up and down his shaft as pre-cum dripped down her fingers.

“No…mmmgg…NO! MMMffffffffff” She tried to resist as another slid his staff past her lips and into her mouth. Her red ruby lips were forced to suck him as he gagged her with his cock. They used every part of the helplessly caped Supergirl to satisfy them. She felt the sudden shot of liquid leap into the air behind her, landing on her chest again. Her body rocked up and down as the body pushed her legs farther apart and worked into her at a faster pace. Inside, her body was on fire. Sweat poured over her and something inside her wanted them to keep using her, to fuck her unmercifully until she came over and over again.

“MMm..mmmggg..pppffffff” Thankfully he had pulled free of her mouth and now added to the growing sticky cum on her. Supergirl was out of breath, her thighs tingling and will power destroyed. She looked down, only seeing the large boy pumping beneath her raised mini skirt, her panties behind him dangling like a flag of surrender from one of her boots.

“Aahhhhh...OOOHHHHHHH!!!!” Again he was pushed aside as another and another lined up to have her. They re-positioned her, forcing her over. A man in a business suit pushed her ass up, pushing her down at the small of her back. He penetrated her from behind, slamming into her, her tugged at her cape to force her into him as he pummeled her over and over.

“You know how many times I’ve masturbated to fucking you Supergirl?”

“Young fucking slut strutting around in this slutty outfit…gonna give you what you deserve….say it…says you’re a slut!” he slapped her ass hard.

“I…I….” Supergirl tried to stop, what was happening?

She heard a small chuckle of laughter from Wonder Woman.

Then she looked up at the lasso still binding her wrist and realized it was the effect of the Amazon’s rope.

“I’m a slut …a whore” She admitted enraged at the magic that forced these words from her. She hated Wonder Woman even more now but felt excited and hot at being forced into submission. Her will had been broken. Never had the Mighty Princess of Power been so totally captured and controlled.

“It seems even Kryptonians are subject to the effects of the lasso.” Wonder Woman mumbled watching her glowing ropes over Supergirl’s hands.

The humbling experience only added to the welling rising between her legs again; her juices being forced out openly now ran down her legs as her hips buckled uncontrollable. She moaned with each stroke she was forced back into.

“OOHhhh…OHHHHhhh…OOHHHHHH….” She sounded like the girls from the porn movies, unable to control herself she bit her lip, now only hearing the methodical sound of him slipping in and out of her wetness.

Her body tensed, her feet pointing as she came again, absolved in her own dark desires and accepting her fate as another slapped her exposed soft ass and slid his cock between her legs.

“What the hell?” the businessman now shouted in shock. “I’m married! You fucking whore, what did you do to me??”

Another hour would go by before the spell dissipated. Another then another used her freely. Her legs lifted, bent or forcing Earth’s most powerful superheroine to spread widely as they slipped into her tight mound sideways. The bound Supergirl was as weak as a kitten now, all of her power had been drained. Her costume was torn and ripped, littered with dozens of shots and sticky with the remains of the men who had attacked her. She grimaced in disgust and pain, even as she was taken again by a fat young teen, which had her all to himself, he pushed her legs together and lifted them over his shoulder, sliding inside of her narrow clit. Earlier an obvious foot fetish had begun stroking the soft red leather of her boots, shooting his massive output inside. She cringed as she felt the oozing of his seed moving inside her boots and between her toes.

The fat boy finished with the limp superheroine quickly, his cum drizzling down into the crease of her ass as he exploded and then the shock of what he had done suddenly came over him. His eyes fell on her, recognizing Supergirl. A mild panic didn’t stop him from stroking her soft thighs in his hands, lowering her legs to the ground, his hands cupped her ass.

“Cool.” He said surprisingly looking over the ravaged but still beautiful superheroine in front of him.

“Leave you pig!” Supergirl shouted back straining against her bonds as a shadow now covered her.

Wonder Woman stood over her as the last of the mob scurried away in confusion. Several of them confused and unsure what part they had played in the demolition of Supergirl stood and started at the caped avenger lying, exhausted and defeated.

“Time to go Supergirl.”