"Wh… why!"

"Because I said so, slut!"

Amy cowered in fear, then reached down and hesitantly lifted up the short hem of the blue dress thing, peeling the tight fabric up her body and then off over her shoulders. She held it uncertainly for a moment before Dolores jerked it out of her hands.

"Get those shoes off," the woman growled.

Amy kicked off the plain shoes she had been given, then huddled there, trying to cover herself with her hands.

"Put your hands up above your head, and out," Dolores said, picking up some kind of spray container.

"Wha… what!"

"Put your hands up, slut!" Amy jerked her hands up high.

"Open then," Dolores glared.

Amy eased her arms apart, then stood there, red with embarrassment as the big woman pointed a small nozzle at her and sprayed a foul smelling substance all over her body. She ran the nozzle up between Amy's legs and prodded at her pussy lips, sniggering as the girl squeaked and jumped back.

She sprayed over her rounded ass cheeks, then up and down her back and even into her hair.

"Okay, whore, now get into one of the showers and shower off," Dolores said.

Amy scurried over to the line of shower nozzles as two more women came into the room. She turned the water on and turned her back to the three guards, trying to pretend they didn't exist. She was completely confused, to the point of being in shock. She didn't understand how this had happened to her, or why.

She let the warm water pour down over her head and body, then reached for the soap and began running the slick bar up and down her chest between her breasts.

One of the guards reached over and turned off the water suddenly.

"Don't waste water, slut," the woman said, "Soap up, then shower off."

Amy said nothing, turning her red face away.

"When a guard says something to you, you answer her, slut," Dolores snapped.

"I… l'm sorry," she gulped.