Supergirl gapped in shock. She knew what new arrivals to prison went through, but she’d figured she’d at least have the decency of only having to strip in front of other women.
“Aren’t there supposed to be female guards who do this?” she tentatively asked.
“Looks like our little super-heroine’s feeling modest,” one of the guards chuckled.
Supergirl glared at him. She didn’t think it was too much to ask.
After all, weren’t women officers supposed to conduct strip searches of other women?
Feeling bold, she defiantly said, “I’m not taking anything off until you get a female guard in here and you guys wait outside!”
The guard who’d ordered her to undress stepped forward. Before Supergirl could react, he’d thrust his stun baton into her chest.
She screamed in pain from the electrical shock to her breast.
Her body went rigid as she fell to her knees.
“Look here, bitch,” he snarled menacingly, “The first rule you’re going to learn in this prison is obedience!
When a guard gives you an order you follow it, understand?!”
Supergirl staggered back to her feet, her hand clutching her throbbing left breast, where the stun baton had discharged.
She met the glare of the guard defiantly, but slowly nodded her head.
“I understand.”
“I understand, sir!” the guard barked.
“I understand, sir,” Supergirl muttered. As much as she hated her current predicament, she knew she was powerless to do anything right now.
“You think you deserve special treatment just cause you’re a hero?” the guard continued, “I don’t care that you’re Supergirl or how many times you’ve saved the world.
You’ve been found guilty in a court of law and have been sentenced to this prison.
You’ll be treated no differently than any other law-breaking bitch!
Now, strip!”
Knowing she had no choice, Supergirl slowly rose to her feet and removed her costume, placing each article of clothing in the vacuum-seal bag.
She was required to remove her underwear too, leaving herself completely naked, except for the collar around her neck of course.
She raised her arms to cover herself.
“Arms to your side!” the lead guard barked, pointing his baton at her threateningly, “No need to try and act modest.
You’re not going to have any privacy in here.”
Once again, Supergirl begrudgingly followed the command of her jailors.
The sleaziness of the guards was appalling as they smirked lustfully at her nude form.