No sign.

Supergirl sat there shivering for what felt far too long. The knowledge that her breasts and pussy were on full display to the camera leaving her feeling more and more anxious.

In some respects she almost regretted wearing the skirt. The way it had bunched up it was practically nothing but a belt, and that one item of clothing seemed to highly how naked the rest of her body was.

She cast occasional glances at the CCTV camera, pointing directly at her, and in her minds eye an image of the vile guard appeared, watching the camera intently. He was probably masturbating watching her right now.

The image of him sitting there cock in hand as he watched her filled her with revulsion, as she pictured him jerking it back and forth.

From your spot watching her, you smiled, catching onto that image of a hand on a cock, pounding up and down, pushing it further into Supergirl's mind.

Supergirl gasped, suddenly biting her lip. Why couldn't she get that image out of her mind, and further more, why could she feel moisture between her legs? She couldn't possibly be feeling aroused by this situation, could she?