Aching and humiliated, the former maid of might gritted her teeth and prayed that this latest ordeal might soon be over. Her tingling and exposed skin glowed from a combination of the solution and the severe scrubbing. Supergirl saw the head guard open a refrigerated cabinet and bring out a lethal-looking steel implement. As he turned, he saw her eyes widen.
"Come on bitch, there are at least a couple of interesting places that you might be hiding contraband"
"No, you can't" She strained again at her bonds - to absolutely no effect. "Get away from me you pervert, you won't get away with this"
"Just doing my job, toots", he grinned. "But hey, who says business can't be without a little pleasure?. Oh, and by the way, I absolutely will!"
Without further ado, he rammed the frozen implement between her legs, provoking a squeal of despair. Supergirl twisted her hips desperately, but of course it was going nowhere. He bent down for a closer inspection; "looks like nothing to see here - but better make sure eh". He twisted the steel and all she could do was squirm.
Then, just as she was beginning to grow acclimatised to her latest desperate situation, one of the other guards appeared unnoticed behind her - this time the rod up her ass seemed to be he even colder. Her scream hit top C. Their laughter assaulted her ears almost as much as her other orifices.
Somehow, she kept her composure. Somehow the tears didn't pour down her face. Somehow she remembered something of what it was to be a heroine. And as the head guard finally removed the accursed object and stood smirking in front of her, she calmly spat in his face.
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