Sophia Vazquez, District Attorney - Mind Controlling Supervillain on Trial

"Please don't drink before a trial, Sue." I sat in front of judge Susan Lichkey with her arms crossed, tapping my fingers in annoyance.

"Please don't tell me how to manage my stress, Soph." She spat back. The dark haired woman threw back the small glass of whiskey and slammed it down on her desk. "It's the trial of the goddamn century, I'm entitled to indulge in some vices."

I couldn't argue with that. He hadn't been a supervillain long, but the bastard they were going to put away today was by far one of the worst threats the city had ever faced. Brett. He had the ability to manipulate reality, rewrite people's minds, turn this plane of existence into his own personal playground. Entire aspects of the city's infrastructure were completely altered when he came on the scene. The small selection of strip clubs suddenly dominated over 80% of the city real estate now. Not to mention the transparent public showers at every gym and athletic club in the state. That wasn't even touching on half the shit this guy got up to.

We were just lucky that the Liberty Legion was finally able to capture that sick asshole. And now it was time for Sue and I to make sure he answered for his crimes.

"I just don't want a mistrial on this if someone smells that shit on your breath."

"Heh. Yeah, that'd be a bitch, huh?" Sue's stress was starting to get to me a bit. Sure, Brett was a supervillain but we'd taken them down before. The only difference was this guy had done more harm to the city than anyone before him. I reached out and took my friend's hand. She was skinny as a stick, just like me, and I held her thin hand in mine.

"We've got this, ok? We're gonna put this bastard away forever."

Sue sighed. "It's just...he changes reality, right? How can we be sure he isn't going to use his powers during the trial? Would we even notice?"

I chuckled. Sue was clearly letting her imagination run away. "Sue, there's absolutely no way in hell anything like that'll happen in the trial today. I mean, everyone knows the only time a reality manipulator can't use his powers is on trial. It's a basic rule."

Sue looked confused for a second before relaxing and finally cracking a smile. "Yeah. Right. Of course, yeah, I forgot."

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I arrived in the courtroom an hour early with my paralegal Penny. We'd prepared for this case relentlessly and were just kicking back and relaxing while we waited for the defendant to show up.

"This case is gonna be a slam dunk. It's just too easy!" Penny gushed.

I scoffed. Between her boundless confidence and Sue's earlier pessimism, I was feeling thoroughly like a realist. I smoothed down my suit jacket over my flat torso. "Let's not celebrate before we win, Pen."

"Hey, did you catch what that supervillain looked like?" Penny asked, ignoring my comment. "He's like a portly little guy. Like, he's got the body of a virgin gamer boy or something!"

I suppressed a laugh but admonished my subordinate. "Penny! Yeah, he's a piece of shit, but we don't need to be making fun of his appearance."

"I'm just saying."

"Penny."

"It's not a wonder he went supervillain."

Before I could respond, the doors to the courtroom opened. Brett stood in the middle of his escort, wearing some baggy shorts and an oversized anime t-shirt. Standard prisoner attire, of course. I fought to hold down a snicker. He was as pathetic looking as Penny described.

He had a guard to either side of him. One was an Indian woman with massive breasts wearing a sling bikini and stripper heels and pressing her chest against Brett's upper arm. The other was a typical looking blonde bimbo in the usual police uniform of an American flag bikini. She strutted ahead of the defendant, her ass swaying enticingly back and forth with each exaggerated step. I nodded to myself. Just because it's an atypical case doesn't mean we can't do everything we can by the book.

Speaking of by the book, Penny and I hefted our E Cup breasts, pulling our shirts and jackets apart enough for the customary pre-trial motorboating. The gross little bastard buried his face in my cleavage first, shaking his head and licking all over my chest. I let out a small moan as I came dangerously close to orgasm. Shit, I was always so damn sensitive!

He looked me in the eye as he finished and moved on to Penny. "You got a fuckin' killer rack."

Hmph. Flattery wasn't going to get him anywhere. "You're gonna go away for the rest of your life, you son of a bitch." I threw my best **** glare as I pinched my nipples through my blouse. He giggled in what could only be nervous laughter before greeting Penny. I adjusted my micro skirt while I waited for him to finish, feeling my juices freely running down my leg. I brush a finger against my bare, exposed pussy and get a taste of myself. It tasted...like victory. I let a cocky smile grow. Penny was right, this case is a slam dunk.

Brett finished with Penny and then went to sit at the defendants table. Penny leaned over to me as we took our seats. "See? What a fucking loser."

After seeing him I couldn't disagree. "That little shit's gonna get what's coming to him." We settled in, ready to wait out the next thirty are so minutes until Sue arrived as judge and the trial could properly begin -

"All rise for the honorable judge Lichkey!" Announced Brett's star-spangled guard.

Susan Lichkey practically exploded out into the chamber. Her ceremonial judges robes flowed off of her voluptuous figure, buttoned only across her delicious titties, as was tradition. Her taught stomach, eager snatch and shapely legs were entirely exposed. I wasn't attracted to women, but I knew when someone was hot or not. Sue was definitely on the top of the ladder.

Swaying her hips side to side, she locked eyes with the defendant as she came to her seat. Yeah, I thought, let him know he's not getting out of this one! She licked her lips and gave Brett a kissy face, the ultimate sign of aggression. Fuck, he was going down.

"You may be seated." All fell back to their chairs, Penny and my bubble butts jiggling with the impact, barely covered by our tight micro skirts. "Since all are present, the prosecution may begin their opening statement."

I rose from the prosecutions desk and walked around to face the jury. Penny gave my exposed cunt a quick brush for luck, giving me a little shiver.

Before I begin, I look over the jury, doing my best to make eye contact with every single one. The elderly man with the veteran hat, the portly woman with the blue cardiagan, the - wait, what? I must be more tired than I thought. I shake my head, attempt to make eye contact with them again, but I keep getting lost staring the slutty nurse and her succulent valley of cleavage. And the thick lips of the catgirl. And the tantalizing underboob from the goth in the tiny crop top. I clear my throat to the wet dream of a jury.

"Ladies and...ladies of the jury." Not off to the best start. "The accused, the reality bending supervillain known as Brett, has flagrantly broken dozens of sacred laws. On camera, in the presence of witnesses, and, most damningly, by his own admission. And yet he maintains that he is somehow innocent. This man, this self-proclaimed supervillain, is making a mockery of us and our justice system. Over the course of this trial, I will prove him guilty of every crime he is being charged with, including sexual ****, indecent exposure, destruction of public property, and endangering lives! Not to mention all the new crimes I'm sure his reality warping powers will warrant being put into legislation. You will hear from witnesses to his crimes, victims of his crimes and even those who managed to stop his crimes. If it hasn't already, all will become clear and I guarantee you will find him guilty. Thank you."

The jury nodded along, totally convinced of my argument already, I could feel it. I took my place, gave Penny a quick tongue tangle, and gave a wink to Sue. She was caressing a breast but gave me a thumbs-up as she pinched a nipple. She turned a dark eye to the defense. "Brett." She spat. "I understand that you've elected to represent yourself?"

The pudgy villain was leaning back in his chair as he made out with the escorts on either side of him, hands sinking into ample bosoms and luscious asses. He came up for air. "Yep."

"I am **** to advise you against this course of action."

"Fuck off, whore, I'm gonna do it."

Sue blushed at his silver tongue. Fuck, I didn't realize he was such a charmer! What if the jury fell for his charisma? No. No, stay calm. All of the evidence is on my side. Sue found her voice again. "Very well. You may make your opening statement."

Brett confidently rose, leaving his purring escorts to comfort each other in his absence. He swaggered up to the jury with a shit-eating grin and made his statement. "Sup, sluts? Alright, listen, these uptight bitches are gonna be talking big about what I did, right? And yeah, I'm not gonna lie, I did all that shit sugar tits over there said I did. No fucking question. But here's the thing, ok? None of that shit was illegal. Not a damn thing. Oh, and if you say I'm not guilty I'll let you titfuck me and lick my jizz off each other."

His opening statement was - FUCK, it was good! This son of bitch was clearly better educated on legal proceedings than we'd anticipated. Hell, even Penny and I were captivated, fingering each other with every word he spoke. Right up until the end. I sprang to my feet, heedless of Penny's fingers still inside me and yelled, "Objection!"

I licked Penny's pussy juice from my fingers and elaborated. "The accused just attempted to bribe the jury!" A pretty damn successful attempt at that! Between what he offered and the combined wealth of Elon Musk and Jeff Bezos, 99.99% of the world would've picked the former. And the Jury certainly liked it based on all the swooning and spontaneous orgasms at just the thought of it.

"Bribes that involve titty fucking don't count."

Brett's statement hung in the air. I opened my mouth to argue but then I snapped it back shut. How could I be so forgetful? That exact precedent was established during the mob's rise to power in the early 1900s. For god's sake, it was how they hardly ever got any convictions! The Titty-Fuck statute had been established for almost 100 years, how could I be such an amateur!? I gave a resigned look to Sue. She nodded sullenly. "Overruled."

With that magnificent start, the trial began in earnest. I kicked things off by calling my first witness: Sandra Worrick, one of the many victims of Brett's horrendous reality bending crimes.

Sandra was a nun of all things, but one that had been twisted into some perverted distortion by Brett. She swayed down the aisle, tight, plump ass cheeks almost entirely exposed by her new uniform. Rather than a typical habit, her attire ended in what was essentially a loin cloth draped over her ass and crotch. There was clearly nothing underneath. Her new mammoth mammaries were thrust out into the open with only a single strip of cloth draped around her neck to also cover her nipples. Sandra made her way to the witness stand, eyes down, hands clasped in prayer.

My sympathies welled up inside of me. It was despicable what had happened to her. She was little better than a fuckdoll now, something for men to gawk over and objectify. I slid my fingers out of Penny's snatch as Sandra took her seat at the stand. The bailiff, a tanned short haired woman in khaki short shorts and a tied off tee shirt, swore her in.

"Do you swear to be a good little slut for sky daddy?"

"I am his emissary of lust on earth."

With that out of the way, I began my questioning of the victim.

"Please state your name for the record."

"Sister Sandra Worrick."

"Sister Worrick, is this the physical form that you owned one month ago?"

"It is not." Sister Worrick hefted her right breast in her hand, massaging it and eliciting gentle moans from her puffed up lips.

"So your physcial form has changed?"

"Yes. Mmmm."

"How has your form changed, Sister Worrick?"

"Well," she began, stepping up to the stripper stage beside the witness stand. "Obviously, my fat, juicy ass wasn't here before." She grabbed hold of the courtroom stripper pole with both hands, stuck out her fat, juicy ass and began twerking for the jury. I smiled to myself. Put the evidence right in their faces, Sandra! "Then there's my big jiggly titties." She turned around and shimmied her jiggly titties back and forth, licking her lips. A glistening trail started making it's way down her thighs. She went into excruciating detail of all of the changes to her body, thrusting them into the court record. I shuddered, one of my fingers working my vagina as she gave damning testimony.

"Now, Sister Worrick," I ask as she finished showing off her body, "how did these changes come about?" I couldn't help but let a smug grin spread across my face.

"I was...I was changed by someone's power. Like God himself reached down and bent reality to his will."

"I know this will be difficult, but can you describe the incident for the court?"

She sighed and told her story. She was assisting Father Gregory with usual Sunday Mass when Brett strolled into the Cathedral. She ignored him at first, he was an unremarkable looking young man. Sandra went about her duties, cleaning the alter, replacing pamphlets, grinding on Father Gregory until he came on her habit, the usual. But then, things started to change.

Her body pinched and burst and shifted into the degenerate fantasy we had standing before us. She said that she shrieked in horror but once Brett told her to stop, her protests died in her throat. The fiend told her to come over and keep his cock warm and lo and behold, she followed his commands, wrapping her new "fuck pillows" as the defense called them around his massive, mouthwatering cock. The witness' words, not mine.

Soon enough, the entire cathedral began to change. Statues and figures of saints were now busty whores and anime waifus. The cross near the alter turned into a stripper pole, the sacraments all of perverse display of flesh and orgasm. Father Gregory helped double team Sister Worrick for 17 hours straight (she'd last count of the number of times she came from swallowing all of that cum) before the villain got bored and decided to corrupt some other part of the city.

As Sister Worrick completed her story, I asked my final questions. "And you're absolutely sure it was this man in the courtroom today?" I glanced over at Brett. His guard in the sling bikini was pressing her breasts into his face while the blonde was noisily slurping under the defense desk. He was on the fucking ropes already and he knew it. This case was in the bag.

"100% certain. You don't tend to forget a face after you've swallowed your weight in his spunk and convulsed from the 75th orgasm he's given you."

I nodded solemnly. "No further questions, Your Honor."

Sue stared at me, wide eyed. "I beg your pardon, Ms. Vasquez?"

My brow furrowed in confusion. Then I realized the gravity of my mistake. "I'm so sorry, Whore Snatch! I don't know what came over me! Please forgive my lapse in decorum." How the fuck could I just let "Your Honor" slip out of my mouth? Did I want the jury to hate me?

"I'll let this slide for now. Don't let another "lapse" happen again."

"Yes, Fucktits."

She nodded and turned to the defense. "Your witness."

Brett zipped up his pants, much to the dismay of his guards, then sauntered over to the witness stage. Sister Worrick continued her gyrating and jiggling on the pole. "You're saying I changed all you guys in the church against your will?"

"You did, foul monster!" she screamed, spinning around to deliver a fierce funbag shaking. You get him, girl!

"No I didn't. You follow God's will and all that shit, right?"

"Of course."

"And uh, whatever God says goes, right?"

"Naturally."

"Ok, so if things are...wait, no, if God is all powerful...shit, how did it go?"

"What are you -"

"God's cool with it! He wanted me to do all that shit and fuck your tits and your mouth and all that and upgrade the fuck outta the church."

"He....oh. Oh my, how could I have been so blind! God worked through you to set us on the proper path of worship!" She pinched her nipples in religious ecstacy.

FUCK. I didn't know this asshole was a world class religious philosopher! Ok, well, even if he is, and even if he convinced the witness he's in the right, there's still the law! "Objection! Regardless of the witness' newfound religious beliefs -"

"Praise God for huge titties and fat asses!"

"- the actions of the accused still violate state and federal law!"

Brett smugly replied, "No they don't. Religions where the bitches drink my cum can do whatever the fuck they want."

SHIT IN A FUCKING POT! What am I, an undergrad who thinks the first amendment means that I shouldn't get banned off twitter? Jesus, the one exception to the religious preference clause and I trip over it onto my face like a brainless bimbo!

Sue gave a solemn pout and shake of her head. "Uh oh! Sophie said a dumb-dumb! You can't win the court thingy if you don't get smarterer!" She giggled and started to deepthroat a cock shaped lollipop.

I winced from her professional rebuke. That one hurt, I can't lie. Penny tried to make it up by rimming my asshole as I stood there embarrassed. But I rallied and gave Brett my best **** glare. The orgasm that rocked through me from Penny must have really sold it cause he went right back to his seat and had his guard bounce on his cock.

Round one was yours, Brett, but this case was MINE.

END OF PART ONE

[To be Continued? I have two more parts in mind for this story but I'm super crazy busy with work lately that I haven't posted a thing in months. Hopefully I'll add to it later but don't hold your breath!]