When Victor Von Doom (Phd) seized power in Latveria (formerly Sokovia) with weapons he developed from abandoned HYDRA tech mixed with Vibranium, he pressured the UN and SHIELD to pass the Sokovia Accords on threat of global war. Many Eastern states stood firm in support of him. Fearing the beginning of World War Three, the UN turned against the Avengers, and all those like them, such as mutants. Despite staunch opposition from the Federation of Genosha, the UN, supported by Tony Stark, passed the accords. This resulted in Genosha leaving the UN, an alternative Avengers Civil War and a mutant uprising. Those who did not seek asylum in the only nation that would take them, were captured, as were the humans who aided them. It is almost as if the dictator has ulterior motives in having all the world's superheroes and supervillians incarcerated where they can not stop his plans. Perhaps he is more than he seems. While the Avengers, Fantastic Four, and the X-Men rot in prison, gears turn in the Latverian War machine.
Jessica Jones sat secured in her seat on the prison transport quinjet, on delivery from the courthouse to The Raft Penitentiary. She was dressed in her usual gothy black leather jacket and jeans from her arrest (not that she'd have worn anything else to court if given the option) but soon enough she'd be trading that for a bright orange jumpsuit. Already it was harshly made clear to her she was a prisoner, what with the heavy set of vibranium cuffs around her wrists and the power dampening collar.
Jessica was at the wrong place at the wrong time when she witnessed the murder of Susan Alison. It had started as a simple missing persons case, and then became a fight to uncover a conspiracy in the heart of New York. She got too close and they exposed her and her abilities to the world. It wasn't long before S.H.I.E.L.D (or more accurately the shadowy 1984 like organisation that stood in the place of the organization that once at least pretended to care) came to her door, tased her, and put an inhibitor collar around her neck then dragged her off to a courthouse in the back of a windowless van.
Jessica was taking no shit during her brief trial but that hardly helped her case. She was forced to be silent at the banging of the judge's gavel.
"For the crime of unsanctioned vigilantism in callus of the Sokovia Accords, I sentence this Living Weapon of Mass Destruction to indefinite imprisonment on the Raft, effective immediately!" yelled the judge.
Jessica felt a swell of anger bubble up inside of her. She wasn't exactly shocked at her sentence, but still the idea of spending her life behind bars with the most dangerous women on Earth was the farthest thing from appealing possible. All she could manage was a "You can go fuck yourself-" before the heavily armed guards grabbed her and dragged her out of the courtroom. In the end, Jessica was just yet another victim of the practically totalitarian Sokovia Accords.
"Fuck the Alisons. If it wasn't for their fucking case I wouldn't be here." She thought as the guards applied her shackles. This was their fault in her mind at the moment. She was fine with the usual sneaking around the city at night helping people get proof their spouse was cheating on them or whatever other stupid thing they needed that helped pay her rent, but no of course she had to get dragged into a conspiracy.
Jessica sat silently contemplating the sudden pang of guilt in her chest when she thought about where she was headed. Just a few years ago she'd been forced to send her best friend Trish to The Raft when she went on a superpower driven murder spree. She had done everything she could to reason with her, but she had to make the tough decision and it remained with her constantly. Now they'd both be housed in the exact same prison. She'd missed Trish, but running into her under these circumstances wasn't very ideal. Knowing her luck they'd likely end up as cellmates.
She wasn't alone on the quinjet that was travelling towards the prison. There were three other ladies travelling with her and she quickly assumed it was more affordable to transport multiple convicts at once. One of them appeared to be a young girl, clothed in a purple archery suit that gave the impression that she had just left the gym. Jessica pondered what she might have done after noticing that she appeared innocent and uneasy in her seat.
With her heart pounding loudly in her ears, Kate's large eyes flashed all around the aircraft she was traveling on. She was terrified. She felt as though she was being choked by the seat belt because it was excessively tight across her chest. She wanted to shout for a guard to come and assist her, but she quickly realized that no one would care if she died in her seat, and that realisation made her shut up.
It had all happened so quickly. One moment, Kate had been at a socialite gathering her mother made her come to, and before she knew it, she was involved in all sorts of criminality alongside her hero, Clint Barton. Unbeknownst to her. she was repeatedly violating the Sokovia Accords, and her case was swift and hopeless. Manslaughter, property damage, and theft were her supposed crimes. The words kept repeating in her head, almost physically hurting her. Clint had gotten away scot-free, which angered her even more. She had not expected an Avenger to put her in danger like Clint had, nor had she expected to go to a women's prison filled with criminals. Dangerous female criminals.
She wished she had her bow with her, so she at least had a fighting chance.
Sitting next to Kate was Mary MacPherran aka Titania. Dressed in the most modernly impractical and extravagant outfit imaginable and wearing far too much makeup, she was still dressed to impress. The mint green suit she wore with curious patterns had soft little spikes at her shoulders that hit the sitting people next to her. She would be all set to walk any high fashion runway if it wasn't for the chains and looks of pure rage on her face.
Titania was fuming. The former social media influencer and beauty product company owner was now on her way to spend 20 years behind bars. The Raft of all places! As if being an inmate wasn't enough, she'd have to be surrounded by horny lesbians 24/7! It was so unfair! The idea of being starved of attention (it took a guard telling her she wouldn't have her phone in prison for her to realize that) for so long physically made her sick. And if life couldn't get any worse, apparently Jennifer Walters was there!
Titania had been able to stay in the clear of the accords for a while. It wasn't all that hard really. There was that one time when she'd violently stormed out of traffic court but her lawyer cleared that up for her. She just spent most of her time hating "that bitch" She-Hulk because in her mind that woman was the absolute worst. In fact, after Jen was sent to prison for using her powers, Titania was the loudest voice in the media talking about how great it was that "That bitch was locked away from society". In fact she even made a T-shirt of Jen behind bars.
Titania did come under fire for the level of her pure vitriol towards the green lawyer, some found it somewhat off putting just how obsessed she was with her even after she'd been banished from society. But most looked past it.
No. What her first big mistake that would lead to her downfall was using cheap toxic substances in her beauty products. She of course claimed that "She had no idea" and tried to throw really everyone else under the bus. The issue went to trial and she probably would have only faced a hefty fine if she hadn't risen from her seat and tried to crush the judge with a desk. Now having used her powers to try and kill someone, she now had the special honour of being an official living WMD and worrying about a meagre fine went out the window.
Titania, now with a dampener collar on for everyone's protection, made sure to livestream her new trial and was confident she'd get off with a small slap on the wrist. Which is why she was in utter horror when the judge said
"For the crime of attempted murder, destruction of government property, and breaking the Accords, I sentence you to 20 years without parole! You will serve your sentence at The Raft!"
Titania had been dragged out yelling "You're all just a bunch of jealous haters!" and that it was so unfair. And that's how she ended up here, unfairly as well.
The other passengers on the aircraft were being stared at by Monica Rambeau. She was trying to discern who each of them was, starting with Titania. Even though the lavish clothing the person next to her was wearing was almost painful to her eyes, she had to chuckle at how absurd she was. She had heard about this person on the news. She had also heard about Kate Bishop and her ventures with Clint Barton. Having access to inside information was a perk of working with S.W.O.R.D. She had been attempting to identify the other woman but did not recognise her. She could have used her spectral vision to check if there was anything special about her if she weren't sporting this stupid collar. But maybe, rather not. Enough people already got hurt because of her, which is why she turned herself in to the authorities before anyone else could be harmed in the first place.
After encountering Wanda Maximoff and the Maximoff anomaly, Monica's entire life had been turned upside down with her newly acquired abilities. She had no idea how to use or control them, and pretty quickly people started getting hurt. Monica had done what she believed was best and turned herself in to her employer because she had no one to aid her. The Avengers would not return her calls and Carol Danvers was nowhere to be found. She expected help from S.W.O.R.D, possibly some form of seclusion until she had better control of her abilities. She did not expect to be sent to the Raft. Evidently, S.W.O.R.D already had a case built against her because of everything that happened with Wanda, so her own surrender served as the ideal icing on the cake for her punishment.
Monica could not help but blame Wanda. She had done everything in her power to make sure that Maximoff wouldn't be seen as the villain, for people to understand why the witch had done what she did. But now Monica's life was ruined because of her own kindness, and she was bitter. Maybe she had made a mistake in trusting Wanda? If she had worked together with Hayward more this whole thing wouldn't have happened. But Hayward was a dick now. Before she would have put her trust in him. Recently, she seemed to have been let down by a lot of old friends.
She fixed her jaw angrily and stared down the other people before her eyes met with the dark, pupil-less eyes of the final prisoner. Although she was accustomed to encountering extra-terrestrials because of Carol, something about this creature's look unnerved her. Though he was unmistakably friendlier in appearance, she reminded Monica of Vision. She seemed to be a synthezoid of some kind, too. She was tempted to lean forward and ask, but she refrained because she didn't want to make a bad first impression and it might possibly be a bit rude. But it was unquestionably fascinating and she found it difficult to look away.
Nebula clenched her fist angrily in her seat and glared at the woman checking her out. "What are you looking at?" She said in an angry, low voice. Thankfully, she got the other to look away hurriedly, embarrassed. She would remember her face though when they got to the prison. Once she would be allowed to walk around Nebula would visit her again, and jam a shiv through her ribcage. The thought of this calmed her down and she sighed.
This wasn't her first time in a prison and she knew there would be a lot of people here who would want to kill her. Being the daughter of Thanos, she had always been hated. By the time her father's plan to take the Infinity Stones for himself started to take flight and he was eventually killed by Ronan the Accuser, she had made a lot of mortal enemies. Her rage after her father's death was uncontrollable. It hadn't taken long for the Sovereign to find her and arrest her. Then she had ended up on Terra, going to an all women's prison in the middle of the ocean. This was something she could not have predicted.
The Terrans had always been behind with their technology and knowledge of other planets that inhabited their solar system, but since The Avengers entered the picture Terra seemed to have made rapid progress. They made several extra terrestrial connections and bonds including accepting and taking in prisoners who had clashed with the Avengers personally. When word got out that they had a maximum security prison that could hold even the most powerful villains and heroes, it quickly became a sought-after location for incarcerating all kinds of the galaxy's most loathed offenders. And Nebula was one of them.
Nebula was aware that this was only one more challenge to conquer and that anyone standing in her way would be eliminated. Maybe she could stage an escape. An upside of being mostly made of cybernetic enhancements is that wouldn't easily be taken down. Her father might now be dead, but she was not ready to give up on taking revenge on behalf of him. She longed to see Gamora again, soon. Despite the fact that she hadn't seen her sister in a long time, her anger had only manifested more and she yearned for the day when she could pierce her heart and stare into her eyes as the life left them. That would teach her. Traitor.
They all prepared themselves for landing as the plane began to descend. A gigantic spherical structure in the middle of a vast ocean would have been visible from the plane's windows had it had any. Rough waves crashed against the outside walls, which were strong enough to withstand the force. The Raft had several landing zones for storing the Quinjets. There were no doors on other entrances on the platform. A circle in the heart of the raft opened and allowed the plane to enter.
After they had safely landed, a dozen guards came into the cabin of the plane, all armed with big guns and protective gear. They were all female guards, Monica noted with interest. Then, the sound of heels could be heard on the plane's loading ramp. All the prisoners looked up as a short woman in a skirt and blouse entered, her black hair flowing down her shoulders. Her posture was immaculately straight and she gave each of them a wide smile. "Hello darlings. I've come to personally welcome you today. Normally I wouldn't do this, but since all of you are such special visitors, I felt compelled to. I'm hoping my universal translator is effective so you can all understand me." She mentioned the universal translator bit while looking directly at Nebula. The tone of her voice was shrill and annoying and several of the prisoners cringed and grit their teeth. It was like hearing nails on a chalkboard. Kate was reminded strongly of a high school principal she had once had. "Welcome to the Raft! My name is Valentina Allegra de Fontaine…You're right, it's a mouthful. You can just call me Val. Except don't do that." She paused, as if she were waiting for them to laugh, but nobody did. "I'm the warden of this beautiful prison."
She crossed her arms. Her nails were painted blood red. "I hope we can all have a wonderful time here together and learn from each other. Now follow me please." Stumbling could be heard as each of the prisoners was escorted out by 2 guards each, and one in front and in the all had chains around their hands and feet, and some had collars around their necks.
Monica looked around the large entrance hall, which was filled with all sorts of pallets with supplies and more guards stood post. Unexpectedly, there was a big window on the right that showed a sizable yard. In it, prisoners were chatting among themselves and hanging around in groups. They were all without shoes and clad in faded orange jumpsuits. Monica wondered if this was a yard thing only, or if the whole prison was barefoot. She found the idea repulsive.
After being led down a lengthy hallway, they entered a room. Val made the guards move behind them after telling the prisoners to form a horizontal line. Long metal rods sprung from the ground with the push of a button. As their handcuffs vibrated and were separated, connecting to the poles, the women stood with their arms and legs wide apart, as if making snow angels. "Cut!" Val suddenly barked, her voice carrying through the empty room. All the ladies yelled in protest, with the exception of Nebula and Jessica, as the soldiers began to strip them of their clothing with razor-sharp fabric cutters. They were not gentle nor did they respond to the pleas of the prisoners in front of them or their cries of pain as the scissors dug close to their skin.
Monica's jaw was set and she barely controlled her anger as her clothing was ripped open. When the last article of her clothing had been ripped to shreds, and her dignity in tow, she held back her tears best she could. The guards admired the sight of her bare ebony skin glistening under the harsh light of the room.
"Please, this violates my rights as an American citizen." Kate whimpered, meanwhile, her face streaked with tears. Prison was so much worse than she thought! Kate flushed after her costume was aggressively undone, revealing her purple undergarments which evidently matched the outfit she'd been wearing. "Cute." Remarked the guard handling her before getting rid of those as well. Poor Kate had never been so humiliated in her life.
Nebula remained unfazed through the process save for when the guard would be too rough and she'd yell at them, to which she was tased for it on one occasion. The shock barely stung her. She'd been through pain far worse than that.
The largest commotion came from Titania, who was loudly wailing in protest. "How dare you cut my clothes! Do you know how much these cost? These are worth more than your life. If you touch me I'll shred you to pieces!" The guard only rolled her eyes and continued on. Titania's elaborate outfit took the longest to remove. The guard handling her quickly grew impatient, and thus was far more sloppy in how she did it. Several times the scissors would graze against the convict's skin and she would desperately try to move, but the vibranium cuffs made that impossible. Through the process, it physically hurt her to see her expensive wear so callously cut apart and then thrown in the corner. Titania's caramel breasts flopped out of her bra as it was cut open.
Jessica sighed in irritation as the guards did away with her leather jacket and jeans. She wasn't too shy to show her body, as she already knew to expect this level of humiliation in prison, but it still didn't make this very easy. Her shirt was torn off, and then her black bra and underwear. She hated to part with her leather jacket which she'd had so long. Part of her hoped she would somehow be able to get it back, but she realised that was never going to happen. Jessica shivered slightly as the cold air of the room made direct contact against her pale skin, her gothic beauty exposed for all the room to see.
After the 'undressing' was complete, Val gestured to the guard standing next to her. "This is Officer Sarah Weaver, she'll be the one conducting your search this morning! Say hi."
Sarah was a fit caucasian woman in her early thirties with auburn hair and hazel eyes. She wore a specialised version of the guard outfit that made her stand out from her underlings. She'd formerly worked as a low level S.H.I.E.L.D Detention centre security guard before getting the suspiciously massive promotion as head of an entire cell block at The Raft. She was probably the farthest you could get from an honourable woman, being more than happy to take bribes or more sexual favours from the inmates she was supposed to be watching over.
Monica looked to her left, where the young girl was standing, sobbing. She felt for her. "Hey man, this isn't okay. We might be prisoners but we're still human." She connected her eyes with the officer, pleading.
Sarah locked eyes with her. "Yes you're human. But you're also property of this prison, so we can really do whatever we'd like with you."
Monica tried to challenge the woman with her stare, but eventually gave up. She was right, she supposed. But that didn't mean she wouldn't resist the humiliating experience. At least all the guards were female.
Nebula stared at the sobbing and protesting women and rolled her eyes. Why couldn't they understand this was just part of the process? Resisting would only make it worse. She was so used to being taken apart and put together again, that this strip search was nothing to her. She cleared her throat. "I think you should start with the crying one." That would teach her to stop being such a pussy.
Kate sniffled and looked at the blue, skinny person next to her in shock. "No, please." She wriggled in place, unable to move. Officer Weaver stepped forward and around Kate, a smirk on her face. "She's a feisty one. But I don't like crying." She grabbed the girl's chin and lifted it up. "Tears won't help you here, sweetheart. In fact, it will only invite the other women to make you their bitch. You gotta be stronger than this." She wiped Kate's cheek and rubbed the wetness of her tears between her fingers before wringing her hands together. "I would say this will be over quickly, but I prefer taking my time."
Sarah stepped forwards and with a loud SNAP put on her latex gloves, then placed her hands on Kate's shoulders before moving up, running them up her back and untying the braid Kate was wearing. Her long, curly dark hair fell over her bare shoulders. "Look, much better. You look pretty with your hair like this." She whispered in her ear before moving her hands through the locks, checking for anything Kate could have hidden in there. Kate's eyes widened in shock as the strip search continued, while everyone in the room either turned their eyes away or looked into space.
Sarah then suddenly laid one hand upon Kate's right breast.
Kate stopped crying, paused in a moment of pure shock. She attempted to say something in response to the guard's touch but no words came out.
Sarah continued on, gently sliding her hand down the archer's chest and across her abdomen until her fingers were just barely away from the other woman's sex.
"I-I'm n-not hiding anything down there..." Kate managed to say, though it came out a meek little whimper
Sarah looked at Kate and said "Well, we'll see about that."
What followed was a very uncomfortable experience (for Kate at least) as Sarah took her time searching up her most private parts for any possible contraband. Though by the look on the guard's face, it was clear she took far too much pleasure in this task to think it was just part of the job. She liked scared newbies like Kate. They were all so much more fun to introduce to the cold harsh realities of living in an all women prison, and then offering them "protection" from the mean inmates. This had been her 'business plan' since the beginning of her employment here.
Kate tried her best through the search to even be somewhat calm. Strangely to her though, a small part of her enjoyed the woman's touch. That fraction of pleasure though was lost behind a thick wall of tears and whimpering.
"If you think that was bad, you have no idea what it's gonna be like when you're actually with other prisoners. I can promise you they won't be as gentle as I am." Sarah teased before moving on to the next woman, which was Monica.
Monica had been eating herself up, unable to do anything. She felt horrible seeing the young girl being manhandled by the guard. It was unacceptable and she knew this would affect Kate going forwards. Something like this could ruin a person. And Monica was angry. She connected her eyes with Sarah and challenged her. She wasn't even afraid, just shaking with rage.
"You will go to hell for this." She whispered underneath her breath.
"What was that? I didn't hear you." Sarah stepped closer.
"Fuck. You." Monica said and she spit in Sarah's face.
Sarah smiled and wiped the spit from her cheek "You're quite a tough girl. I like that." She stepped behind her and roughly grabbed her shapely ebony arse. "You really should be nicer to me. I am the one with all the power her after all."
Monica felt uneasy by her very inappropriate touch.
Sarah reached her other hand around and began massaging Monica's breasts
"What would I be hiding there?" Monica spit out, her voice shaking.
Sarah knew this was unnecessary but what was the inmate gonna do? "It's just part of procedure!" She lied.
"The procedure of being a pervert?!"
"Yeah sure."
Monica continued being felt up and she felt her blood boiling. She had to do something. But what? She was unable to move. Any attempts at escape would just hurt her, because the vibranium cuffs were too strong.
No, instead, she would save this anger, and when it was time, she would get this woman back. So that's what she repeated in her head until the search was over and that's what kept her sane. Until…
Sarah walked around to Monica's front and got on her knees. She brought her fingers between the prisoner's legs and looked to see her reaction as she rubbed the tip of her index finger against her clit.
Monica let out an involuntary whimper. "What the fuck are you doing?" She whispered, alarmed.
"I already said. Making sure you aren't hiding anything." Sarah casually said as she continued rubbing.
Valentina cleared her throat, making Kate, who was still crying, jump and Monica breathe out suddenly.
"Miss Weaver, we are in a little bit of a time crunch. I don't want to disrespect your…craft. But please, could you hurry it up?"
Sarah sighed as she stopped and slowly stood up. "We'll continue this later." She said to Monica before moving to the next inmate.
Nebula stared at Sarah with unblinking, big dark eyes. She kept her nude blue cybertronic body perfectly still and calm despite what was lying just ahead.
"Now what do we have here?" The prison guard looked her up and down. "I like her." Sarah said to no one in particular. "I've never seen someone like you." She moved closer to Nebula, cupping her face. "Beautiful."
No one had ever called Nebula this. She knew it was probably a manipulation tactic, or something she said to catch her off guard, so she stayed silent. But the words did not not affect her.
"And very well mannered. Unlike some." Sarah shot a disgraceful look at Titania, who was still trying desperately to break free. "I'll make this quick"
Nebula felt a strange tingling sensation in her core as the admittedly pretty Terran caressed her naked body. It was a sensation entirely new to her. The feeling only grew as Weaver searched her vagina, moving her fingers along the folds of her lips. At that moment Nebula realised this must be what building up to an orgasm felt like. Being an intergalactic terrorist doing her father's every bidding left her little time to actually enjoy any semblance of this. In fact, it wouldn't even be a surprise to her if Thanos had specifically rewritten her brain to not seek this out during one of the many times she was enhanced, as it could provide a distraction. All she wanted at this moment was for the sweet release that could only be given by the guard's hand…
But suddenly Weaver stopped. "Alright you're clear, inmate"
Nebula hissed at her in rage. Just as it felt the sensation was coming to an edge she stopped. "Did I say you could stop?!" she scowled, her naturally bossy side coming through without her having the time to think of what that question implied
"Oh you don't want me to stop?" Weaver teased. Good to know that this inmate would enjoy some private meetings in her office when she adjusted to prison a little bit. Also it was nice knowing that if she couldn't have fun right now neither could she. It was like torture for the wicked guard to be going through the process of roughly searching the naughty women but not be able to actually enjoy any of it. She couldn't wait to get back to her office for a bit of "personal time". "Next up…"
Titania thrashed in her bonds, her beautiful caramel breasts on full display for everyone in the room.
She wished she could break free of the cuffs and then crush every single last guard in this hellhole. She didn't belong here. Being stripped naked and forced to comply as a random woman felt her up was a nightmare. Just to make things worse, this guard obviously found this all a turn on.
Officer Weaver stopped and admired the celebrity's well endowed shape. She liked this one already. Her spoiled too-good-for-prison attitude would make her all the more fun to play with when she got a chance. Weaver stepped behind Titania and began the search.
"This is unacceptable! I demand to be let go this instant!" She yelled at the warden
"Yeah I'll get right on that" replied Val sarcastically while watching the search unfold. "Yell at me again and things will get a whole lot worse for you"
The guard ruffled her hair in search of contraband. "Get your hands off me-" Titania began to cry before suddenly letting out an audible gasp as Weaver brought one finger up her bum. The sensation of being poked and prodded…back there was beyond uncomfortable for the influencer. Much like Kate a little earlier, this intrusion upon such a private part of her body left her speechless. It felt to Titania as if this search would never end.
When it finally drew to a close, Titania did her best to push what had just happened out of mind and returned to her obnoxious complaining as a sort of distraction. "You can't treat me like this! I'm a…"
"Can you shut up?" Jessica loudly interrupted after having just about hit her limit. Being in prison was bad enough, she didn't need to listen to this bitch's constant whining. "Do you think any of us are happy about being here?!"
Titania ignored her question but did choose to quiet down for now.
Weaver moved to Jessica "Alright, it's your turn now! Now be a good girl for me and hold still. Or don't. I don't care either way actually, but you might."
Jessica rolled her eyes. She already knew this was going to be an awful experience, but she would not give Weaver the satisfaction of breaking down like most of the prisoners (save for Nebula) around her.
The search went along just like the others before, until;
"Someone is a dirty girl." Weaver said as she easily slid her finger up Jessica's fine arse. "You like being f'ed up here?"
"Look I'm not interested in being lectured on being dirty by the same guard who just felt up 4 people in a row without consent." Jessica snapped. This guard made her skin crawl.
Weaver grew steadily annoyed when she couldn't get a reaction out of her. With Nebula earlier she had the mental excuse of her being a weird (albeit sexy) cyborg alien, but Jessica was just some normal human like most of the inmates. She made an annoyed sigh but then decided to take this as a challenge.
Jessica bit her lip as Officer Weaver came around and went up her sex. Weaver was talented at pressing all the right buttons, but Jessica absolutely could not let herself react. She wasn't going to be anyone's bitch here, no matter what. Weaver used a second finger now and gently rubbed in and out her vagina (basically fingering her under the guise of a search).
Val coughed a second time. "I do believe I already mentioned that I would like you to hurry this along. Don't make me remind you again."
Weaver sneered and did her best to disguise her upset tone "Sorry ma'am. Thought I found something is all."
With that she pulled her fingers out and stood back up to attention.
Jessica exhaled in relief. Thank god that was over! She felt physically drained now having been searched literally everywhere.
Now that everyone had been thoroughly searched and was starting to shiver from either emotion or just sheer coldness, Valentina clapped in her hands, making all of them jump. "Great, now that that's done, we're going to move on to the next step." She waved her hand in the air and the guards all moved towards a different room. The intake room was silent besides the soft sobs of Kate Bishop. Valentina looked at her watch impatiently. The guards returned with big mesh bags, filled with an orange prison uniform, undergarments, and a pillow.
"Now, I'm going to let you girls get dressed one by one. This means your cuffs will be taken off. And I urge you to put your clothes on and shut up and don't try anything. We will not hesitate to hurt you." She looked at each of the naked women, making sure they understood. "Perfect." It was clear the woman enjoyed having the upper hand over the powerless prisoners.
One after the other, the women were freed from their uncomfortable cuffs. They all complied, being smart enough to realise that they stood no chance against the huge number of guards. Nebula debated making a run for it, but decided that it was pointless.
The prison uniform itself consisted of an orange jumpsuit with their prison number over their left breast and then a pair of panties with "Property of The Raft" stamped in big black letters over the bum. Titania made a look of pure disgust as she put on the hideous outfit. It was bad enough for her to have gone from luxury to this, but there was something extra humiliating about literally being marked the property of this prison.
"Uhm, where are the shoes?" Kate spoke up, a whimper still present in her voice.
"There aren't any. The prisoners have previously used shoes, socks and bras to hurt each other, so we do not distribute them anymore." Valentina replied, matter of factly.
Kate looked shocked. "But…"
"Alright, I'm going to read out your names and then assign you each your number." Valentina interrupted. "If you cannot remember your number, that is your problem. Failing to respond to it will result in dire punishment"
"Bishop, Kate: #A01-2005. Rambeau, Monica: #A16-1982. Jones, Jessica: #N17-2015. MacPherran, Mary: #S03-1984. Nebula: #A57-1985"
Kate didn't quite catch what her number was, but she was far too terrified of the Warden to ask for her to repeat herself and just started internally panicking.
"Anyway, now that you're all dressed, it's time to enter the prison! Isn't that great fun." Valetina smiled as if she truly couldn't imagine a better place to be. "This also means we will be saying goodbye. I do not enter the prison, for my own safety. But we have got you a guide!"
Valentina nodded and one of the guards opened a side door, which opened to the outside. The guard banged the door and a young blonde woman walked through the doorway, blowing a cloud of smoke out of her mouth slowly. She looked annoyed.
"I wasn't ready." She said in a heavy, Russian accent. "Now I will waste this cigarette."
"Miss Belova, need I remind you that smoking is a privilege for you, not a right?" Valentina said in a sickly sweet voice.
"Alright, calm your tits." Yelena replied, rolling her eyes and throwing the cigarette on the floor. She then proceeded to put it out with her bare feet, which made Kate gasp.
Yelena eyed all of them with a disinterested stare. "Are you bitches ready to get the tour?"