Supergirl was forced to stand completely naked with her arms to her side for a couple minutes. This was partly for the guards personal enjoyment, but, unknown to the incarcerated heroine, it was also to give the other prisoners watching on the big screen
ample opportunity to take in the sight of her degradation.
“Alright, now it’s time for the next phase of your intake," the head guard finally spoke up, "We strive to maintain an environment of cleanliness and good hygiene amongst our prisoners.
As such, all new arrivals must be bathed and deloused.”
Supergirl was led into an adjacent room. Expecting to take a shower, she was surprised to find none present.
The room was tiled, but the only features were sets of chains in the middle of the room, two dangling from the ceiling and two on the floor.
There was also a large drain in the center of the room.
As her mind processed what was about to happen to her, the guards roughly grabbed her by the arms and dragged her toward the chains.
“Let go of me!” she shouted. While her voice still carried the strength of a hero, her strength was another matter with the suppression collar.
She struggled vainly against the firm grip of the guards, but to no avail.
“What did I just tell you, bitch? The first rule in this prison is obedience!” the lead guard shouted as he smacked her hard with his stun baton.
Once more, Supergirl cried out in pain as her body went rigid from the shock and her struggling ceased.
The guards locked her wrists and ankles in the chains.
A crank on the wall was turned and the chains began to retract into holes in the ceiling and floor, stretching Supergirl’s limbs out until they were taut.
Her arms and legs were now spread in an X.
“Gotta make sure we wash every inch of that luscious body of yours,” the lead guard sneered.
The blast of ice cold water from the hose chilled her to the bone.
Her shocked cries only made her captors laugh in amusement.
Buckets of soapy water were flung onto her and stiff bristle brushes were produced by the guards, who proceeded to scrub her body.
Her skin was normally strong enough to break needles and deflect bullets, but with the suppression collar active she was now stung by the rough bristles of the scrubbing brushes.
The guards were extremely thorough, taking extra time to scrub her breasts and pelvic region.
Supergirl grit her teeth, struggling not to cry out as her most intimate regions were scrubbed raw by the guards.
After being thoroughly scrubbed, another blast form the hose washed any remaining suds off.
Thinking the ordeal was over, Supergirl was surprised to see the guards produced a large, metal spray canister.
“This is delousing spray,” the lead guard answered, seeing her expression, “It’ll make sure there are no bugs hidden in those blond locks of yours.”
She was going to be deloused! “That isn’t necessary!” she spat out, but her protest was in vain as the pungent delousing spray was released onto her body.
The spray smelled awful and had produced a light burning sensation on her skin.
She once more clenched her teeth as the guards sprayed the delousing solution, again taking extra time with her breasts and pelvic area.