Barb continued to stare at the Sergeant, who, while she had removed the piercings from her eyebrows and septum, was certainly the same woman, there was no mistaking those menacing green eyes, which she was running over Barb like a wolf regarding a helpless kid tethered in the fold.
Barb found herself looking up three or four inches at this formidable woman, who filled her smart grey uniform to bursting, with what was obviously some serious muscle. With the more conservative clothing, the tattoos were not so obvious apart from on the powerful bare forearms and a striking depiction of a tiger`s head at the back of her left calf.
Molly for her part, although she had been at the opposite end of the line to Moore at the intake procedure, what she saw in front of her confirmed her initial impressions, here was a late thirty something, well preserved college type, with a body that was well toned, but still softly curved, and who it was apparent was shit scared of her, recognising the dominance that she knew she exuded. In fact, the ideal little fuck bunny.
Sergeant Smith politely thanked the Captain for delivering her prisoner and then turned to Barb,
"The other women have just finished showering, but look, your uniform is soaked with sweat and we need to to get you cleaned up, So strip it off."
Barb obediently removed her flimsy uniform and shoes and started to move towards the shower room.
"Not so fast, Moore, assume the `present` position and let me get a good look at you."
Again, Barb obeyed without question, and Molly carried out her appraisal of the naked, trembling prisoner, noting the bruised swollen nipples, which capped the delightful breasts and becoming aware of the first signs of Barb`s arousal, as she gently cupped the shaven pussy in her hard right hand.
She lent down slightly, and whispered quietly into Moore`s ear, "Horny for me, already." and then in her normal commanding voice, "Into the showers , Moore, quickly."
Barb scampered into the shower room to be confronted by a single shower from which a stream of patently very cold water was spraying. What was more disturbing were the two other naked prisoners standing either fide of it, one black and one latina, both heavily built mean looking women sporting tattoos and the odd piercings, and ominously carrying abrasive cleaning pads.
"It is important that you are properly cleaned after your exertions, Moore, and these ladies are here to help you. Make sure you clean her thoroughly, girls, under her armpits and tits, and pay particular attention to that dripping little snatch, make sure you get into every nook and cranny."
What followed, was both painful and humiliating for Barb, the two women easily controlled her, and carried out the Sergeant`s instructions to the letter, the black woman taking delight in hurting the already abused nipples, and the latina vigorously scrubbing the shaven pussy with her abrasive pad.
Molly Smith had originally intended to arm her cohorts with scrubbing brushes, but mindful of Kramer`s instructions about avoiding permanent marking, had finally decided to use the kitchen cleaning materials. It was a pity, she would have loved to seen what effect a scrubbing brush, or even a wire brush, would have achieved.
Two sets of eyes met, one set, soft, brown and doe like, the other set, hard green and merciless. All in all, Smith was satisfied with the results, Moore was now suitably chastened and weeping softly, and there was no doubt that the dynamic between the two women had been firmly established.
"All that remains now, Moore is the little initiation ceremony your new comrades have arranged for you. In you go."
With that she pushed her naked, soaking wet victim into the centre of the locker room, where a dozen or so women awaited her, each armed with a dripping wet knotted towel, and standing at even distances apart in two lines.
It was obvious to Barb, she was going to run the gauntlet.
In horror, Barb`s mind reverted to her High School, and an incident which had taken place when she was sixteen. She had been one of a quartet of close, inseparable friends who had eventually fallen out and broken up. The other three friends blamed Barb`s feisty nature and sharp tongue for the quarrel, and, after a soft ball game, they had waylaid her as she exited the shower, and towels in hand, had administered a salutary beating. Barb, who had experienced mixed emotions during her ordeal, never spoke to the trio again, and suspected that this painful and, frankly arousing, ordeal was probably responsible for her fixation with pain and humiliation.
Back in the present, her mind cleared, and she realised that her adversaries intended to cause her real pain and that her crushed, bruised nipples were the most vulnerable, a lash from a wet towel there would be unbearable. Her buttocks still bore the marks of her `demonstration` punishment, but it was only really the welt left by the cane that was still painful, so she would not try to protect her ass, unfortunately, her completely bald pussy would also present a tempting target, but that would not be easy to either target or protect.
In the locker room Smith confirmed that the victim had to travel up, and then down, between the two lines of women, taking whatever they dished out, before her ordeal was over.
"In your own time, Moore."
One arm firmly clamped over her chest to protect her damaged nipples, Barb started her painful journey and managed to negotiate the first trip relatively successfully, she sustained several telling blows to her wet buttocks, which stung like fire, and one vicious flick to her hairless mound, which was agony, but it was the return journey which was problematical.
One of the craftier women lashed her ankles, causing her to stumble and fall into a heap. She instinctively rolled into a defensive ball to protect herself and inevitably received a severe thrashing, as she remained immobile, including several strikes to her exposed labia. Eventually, Barb gathered her strength, rose to her feet and despite shipping several more blows, staggered down to end of the line and the waiting Sergeant Smith, who was holding her uniform and shoes.
"Well done, Moore, you made it"
Smith handed Barb the flimsy uniform and shoes with a knowing grin on her face.
Barb was soon to discover the reason, the original dress had been replaced with another of the same threadbare material, but this one was even smaller and shorter than its predecessor. Barb pulled it over her head and down her reddened, towel whipped body. It was so tight across the bosom, causing increased agony to the already crushed, bruised nipples, but it was the length which was the main problem. When Barb was standing upright she doubted if it reached six inches below her hairless mound, and at the back, if she bent forward, she would be giving anyone stood behind her, a grand stand view of her ass and pussy.
TBC.