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The room was as cold as their stares. Not only in temperature, but décor. All metal, a dull grey and walls that curved overhead, seeming to bare down on those inside. There she sat, at the chair closest to the door as her peers sat as far from her as possible. All of the founding seven were in attendance; Superman, Wonder Woman, The Flash, Batman, Martian Manhunter, Green Lantern, and Hawkgirl. They all had their reasons for looking down their noses at her. For her actions, with whom she performed those actions, and under what circumstances. She was screwed on all sides.
At least the lecturing was done. For what felt like a lifetime Kara had to sit there quietly as they all berated her with why what she did was so stupid, why that since it was with Lobo that it was so dangerous, and why that it was outside that it was so irresponsible. They all had their grievances to air, but none more so than Superman. Wonder Woman didn't say much, she just sort of watched. Supergirl was tempted to speak up against Superman, make note of the hickey barely creeping out from beneath his cape. She knew right then and there why he wasn't available to take down Lobo himself. Despite this knowledge, she wouldn't use it against him. She didn't think it would do any good.
After arriving back at the Watchtower, her costume torn and baring her breasts, she was told to get changed and go straight to the conference room she sat in now. Most of her spare costumes she kept at her apartment and those on the Watchtower were all in tatters as well. Teenage procrastination had led her to the only choice, her old costume. She only had to use the top, but it was still one from her first years as Supergirl. It was a small white top, cut mere inches below her breasts and baring her flat tummy. When she was barely a teenager it wasn't too bad, but now in her 20's it seemed much more scandalous. Her breasts had obviously grown since then, and strained against the white cotton top, stretching the slightly faded S out. Her stomach had seen more exercise and had become more toned and sleek. She may well have been better off just crossing her arms over her exposed breasts back in the monitor room.
Once they had laid out their concerns, their gripes, their outright judgments of her, they had a vote. Such a flagrant abuse of power, a public fucking, with a known criminal warranted council on disciplinary action. As far as they knew, there was no standard for how to deal with a super hero screwing a villain in the streets in broad daylight. She was just lucky no one saw – Lobo had cleared everyone off the docks with his rampaging and any left scurried away once he and Lobo starting sharing blows. Kara was left alone in that room with her thoughts for a while. She couldn't tell if they were just deadlocked or trying to drive her mad.
When they returned, they sat silently as Superman collected his thoughts. As the initial founder of the League, it fell on him to deliver the news of punishment on any member, despite their relation with him. However, this day there would be no expulsion for Kara. Superman explained, trying his best to hold back his emotions, that while what she did was immensely irresponsible and dangerous, that her age and unique circumstances warranted lenience on her case. Probation. Double monitor duty. And whenever she was to be called into action, she would always have another hero with her. Supergirl wished they had just thrown her out of the league.
She had worked so long and hard to earn their respect, to gain a place in the League where she was seen as an equal. But in one fell swoop she had managed to demote herself to a little kid again. Someone who couldn't be trusted with their own power. They ordered her to go back to her room, to wait there until it was time for her newly appointed monitor duty. Slinking away, Kara walked back to her quarters, past all the eyes of heroes who had heard or seen what she had done. It was the longest walk of her life, but she didn't feel like flying to make it go by faster.
Once she was in her room, she set it to lock and breathed a sigh of relief with an accompanying laugh. Despite all the judgment laid down upon her, she would do it all over again. Never had she felt so released and free than when she was down there, fucking the life out of Lobo and getting so much frustration vented through him. The increased monitor duty and loss of respect was terrible, to be sure, but it was all outweighed by the satisfaction of a good fuck.
Kara spotted herself in the full length mirror near her closet. She eyed herself up and down, examining her own features as if for the first time. Ribbons of golden tresses fell down to slender shoulders. Her full, up-thrust, breasts never looked bigger than they did in that tiny cotton top. The cold air of the conference room had forced her pink buds to press against her costume, proudly alerting eyes to her tits. A flat and sculpted stomach twisted as she turned her body, giving herself a profile view of her form. She pulled up her skirt just enough to uncover her pert cheeks, so supple and firm from all her crime fighting and good genes. Those rosy cheeks gave lead to her strong thighs that could easily bend steel between them. Long, tan, stems had been the envy of many women, and she felt so lucky to have them. This whole package had been used to get what she desired and that made her feel more powerful than ever before. So long had her body been utilized for the purposes of fighting evil. Now she could see that she could use it to gain pleasure.
Her newfound pride led her to the bathroom where she would treat her admired body to a steamy shower. She had to hurry to get dressed and head to the conference room so there hadn't been time to wash the sweat and smell of sex off.
First the top came had to come off. As much as she appreciated the shirt's efforts to make her breasts seem more perky and large, it was still rather tight to be totally comfortable. Her tits bounced free and she again spied on them in the mirror. Supergirl was still so young and had room to develop, and she could only guess how large they would eventually become. She could use Power Girl as a model, but that just took the mystery out of it. There was no cape to remove as that came standard with her blue top, so next came the boots. Sitting down on the toilet, she reached down to the right boot and tugged the zipper down the long path of her calf. Kara took her time with this, running her thumbnail along the skin as it was exposed and sending shivers throughout her body. Once the zipper reached just above the heel, she stretched her leg out, long and lithe, and tugged the boot off. The same was done for her other boot, though it was playfully kicked off instead.
Standing, Supergirl hooked her thumbs into the hem of her skirt and gave a sharp pull down as she bent as far as she could at her waist. The tight blue fabric raced across the skin of her cheeks as her proud buttocks was hoisted into the air. She wondered if her alias should have a job as a stripper after her little private show in her bathroom. Last but not least came her dark blue thong. That was taken off in a similar fashion as her skirt, but with more care. The thin cloth clung lightly to her damp pussy as she pulled. The underwear was then tossed, over her shoulder, into the hamper by the door.
With that little striptease done, Kara turned on the shower, testing her palm against the water as it heated up. It had to get really hot to really feel warm to her, but it was worth the wait. By the time the temperature reached the level she desired, there was already a good deal of steam rising up the bathroom mirror.
A long, toned, leg stepped into the tub, and soon Kara's entire form followed with it. The water felt fantastic against her golden skin, washing away all the sweat and smell from her body. Streams of water ran along the length of her body, her hands tracing along them and caressing her curves. A dollop of body wash was squirted into her palm and rubbed against her body. Starting with the shoulders and neck, Supergirl massaged her way down across her breasts, stomach, hips, ass, and legs. The water took the soap as soon as she applied it, so she made a game of trying to get enough suds on her body to last longer than a second. The game forced her to massage her body more thoroughly, and longer, which was the whole point.
The shower probably lasted much longer than it needed to, but she didn't mind, and her body was certainly thankful for the attention. After drying off, she wrapped the fluffy white towel around her torso, just high enough to cover her nipples and just low enough to drape over her pussy and ass, though the bottom curves of her cheeks were poking out just a smidge. She hadn't washed her hair, but it did get a little wet from the experience, and had to be blow dried for a few minutes.
