Wash Me!
(a.k.a. Prison Shower Bitch)
-- by lightswitch (C) August 2007

[(FF, lesbian), reluctant/forced, interracial, oral, white
female, black female, humiliation]

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"Did you hear?" Belinda asked. "They say we got some `fresh meat'
today."

Monique's ears perked up. "Fresh meat?" she asked. "We talking
`mutton' or `veal?'" Monique was a big, butch-looking woman. She
was thick-bodied and, while she looked fat, had layers of muscle
underneath. Her skin was a deep ebony and she sported a flat-top
that would have made her look almost masculine, had it not been
for her ample chest and expansive ass. No one could have called
her beautiful, but she did have a following among the prison
femmes.

Belinda's dark face split with a dazzling gold-grilled smile. 
"Girlfriend!" she chided. "Would I be tellin' you this if she was
just some grizzled, skanky ho?  Hell, no, girl! She be just what
you be likin' ... a fine, straight, vanilla white girl!"

Monique took a deep breath, feeling herself moisten. "I love
vanilla," she murmured. Clean-cut white girls were rare in the
Cook County Correctional Institute. Other prisoners would be
moving fast to stake a claim.

Monique would have to be faster.

"What she in for?" Monique asked. In here, women were defined by
their offense. Monique was in for beating and raping her last
girlfriend.

Belinda chuckled. "Embezzlement," she said. "But, they say that
she took the fall for her boss. Probably having an affair, though
he's married."

Monique grinned. Nice and naïve, just how she liked `em!

"Time to make the new girl develop a taste for chocolate,"
Monique murmured.

* * * * *

It was an hour before the evening lockdown. Monique stood, nude,
in the locker room, hiding behind a row of lockers. "White girls
so predictable," she thought. "She think she so clever, avoiding
the shower time, after the yard. But all she be doing is saving
herself for me."

A soft footstep caught Monique's ear. Peeking around a corner,
she saw her prey. Monique caught her breath: Belinda hadn't
exaggerated! The white girl was young and beautiful.  Long, wavy
blonde hair cascaded down onto pale, alabaster shoulders. "What a
fucking find!" Monique breathed, licking her thick lips to keep
from drooling. The big black woman could feel herself getting wet
as she watched the stunning blonde start to undress.

The blonde stripped hurriedly, casting furtive glances at the
door as she quickly peeled off her orange jumpsuit.  Monique
sucked in her breath as the white girl's big tits bounced free.
They were almost as big as the black woman's - although the white
girl probably weighed half as much!  Large, perfect, white
globes, sporting perfect, pink nipples that probably ached to be
sucked and bitten and ...

Monique shook her head, trying to regain control. "Have to play
this right," Monique grinned to herself. "Everything in place.
This bitch gonna be *mine*!"

The white girl dropped her jumpsuit to the floor and stepped out.
Monique hungrily eyed the closely trimmed blonde patch between
the white girl's legs. The newcomer had shaved it down to the
narrowest of bands, like a little landing strip pointing down to
a hidden treasure.

The blonde started towards the showers and Monique quickly pulled
herself out of view. It was all going as she'd planned ...

Monique knew instinctively how to intimidate people. If she could
have consciously articulated it, she'd note that a lone white
girl could be easily intimidated by a big, black woman. The lack
of clothes would make the blonde feel even more vulnerable. If
she could establish dominance early, she could build on it ...
taking the white girl into complete subjugation, one step at a
time.  Once the victim followed one command, she'd start
rationalizing, building the acceptability of following more.

And Monique knew that the average person's body couldn't
differentiate strong emotions, over time. Fear could slowly be
twisted into arousal.

Monique didn't consciously know "why" her tactics worked, only
that they did.

The hiss of water told her that the white girl had started
showering.

"Show time!" Monique whispered, walking towards the showers.

* * * * *

As the big, black woman entered the shower, she could see the
pretty blonde tense and freeze in place, like a deer caught in
headlights. The girl had obviously not expected company.

Seeming to ignore the white girl, Monique padded over to the
shower on the opposite wall and turned the tap. When the water
was warm, she stepped under its soothing spray and let it jet
down on her big body.

Out of the corner of her eye, Monique saw that the white girl,
still frozen in place. Evidently, being in the showers with one
big black woman was more menacing than being in a roomful of
showering women.

"Good," Monique thought, closing her eyes and letting the warm
water beat down on her. "Let her get good and shaken."

Opening her eye a crack, she saw the white girl rushing to gather
her soap and shampoo, in preparation of beating a quick retreat.
Monique frowned. "Oh no you don't, baby!" she thought. She turned
to face the wall, turning her back on the blonde.

"Wash my back," she commanded, in a loud voice.

Though she wasn't facing the girl, she knew the white woman must
have frozen in her tracks, trying to process that it was, indeed,
her that the big black woman had been talking to.

Monique waited a moment, and then announced, more loudly, "I
*said* `Wash my back!'"

The blonde hesitated a few seconds, then slowly walked over to
the demanding black woman. She soaped her small, pale hands and
began tentatively rubbing them across Monique's large, black
back.

The fat black woman smiled.

"Gotcha!" she whispered.

The trembling blonde continued to lather the black woman's wide
shoulders.

"Harder!" Monique ordered. "Scrub harder! Make sure I'm nice and
clean!"

The beautiful white girl shivered and began scrubbing harder,
pausing only to work up more lather. Monique stood, enjoying the
soapy massage.

Time to up the ante.

The fat black woman raised her arms, expectantly.

The anxious blonde paused, uncertainly.

"Keep washing!" Monique ordered.

The white girl hesitantly reached out with her soapy hands and
began soaping the big black woman's armpits.

"That's it!" Monique sighed, keeping her arms up and enjoying the
white woman's ministrations. "Get `em nice and clean!"  After
about five minutes of this attention, she ordered the blonde to
return to scrubbing her back.

Time to up the ante.

Without warning, Monique turned to face her prey. The blonde's
quivering, pale hands found themselves gently cupping the black
woman's immense breasts.

"Keep washing," Monique whispered, huskily as her thick, dark
nipples stiffened under the white girl's trembling palms.  The
blonde made small, circular motions barely grazing the other
woman's full, dark breasts.

"Wash me!" Monique ordered, harshly. The white girls' hands
fluttered faster.

"I ... said ... *WASH me!*" Monique growled, grabbing the
blonde's pale wrists and forcing them hard against her full, dark
mounds. Tears welled in her eyes as the blonde began roughly
rubbing and stroking Monique's fat, black tits with her pale,
soapy hands.

"That's it," the big, black woman breathed, feeling the aroused
tingling in her nipples and breasts radiate through her big body.
"Just like that, Blondie!" The white girl stifled a sob as she
continued to soap the big woman's fat, soapy, black tits.

Monique stood for about five minutes, enjoying the breast
massage. But, she knew it was time to up the ante, again.

Almost reluctantly, she turned, pulling her big tits away from
the fondling white hands. She thrust her huge, curvaceous ass out
towards the white girl.

The blonde froze in place.

"Well?" Monique lashed, impatiently. "Watchoo waiting for? Wash
me!"

The white girl extended a tentative, soapy hand and touched the
black woman's massive ass.

"I didn't say `poke me!'" Monique warned, "I said `Wash me!'"

Slowly, reluctantly, the blonde cupped one of the other woman's
massive, dark ass cheeks in her soapy, white hand and began
gently stroking.

"You call that `washing?'" Monique scolded, although secretly
enjoying the caresses. "You better get in there, white girl and
wash like you was gonna eat off it!"

The blonde began scrubbing in earnest, covering the entirety of
the black woman's fat ass with a vigorous, soapy rubbing.

"Not just the outside!" Monique warned. "Git in there and clean
me!"

The white woman's scrubbing wavered. "I can't," she whispered.
"Not that! Please, don't make me do that!"

Monique's temper flared. "What did I just tell you?!?" she
shouted, spinning to grab the blonde by the hair. "I told you to
wash me and wash me good enough to eat outta."  She marched the
white girl over to a low bench, against the wall between the rows
of shower heads.

The fat black woman sat on the bench and forced the naked white
girl over her knees. "Do I gotta show you how it's done?" Monique
shouted.

Pinning the struggling white girl with an elbow, the fat black
woman grabbed a bar of soap and lathered her big hands. "This is
how you wash an ass!" Monique yelled, plunging a soapy hand
between the struggling blonde's white ass cheeks. The big black
woman began roughly scrubbing the pinned white girl's ass crack,
ignoring the blonde's piteous cries for mercy.

"You see, white girl?" the big woman shouted. "You see how it's
done?"  Monique took a second to soap up her middle finger. "And
this is how we make sure you're clean all the way up!" she
snarled, jamming her finger into the struggling woman's asshole.
The blonde's tightly puckered sphincter tried to clench around
the black woman's finger to prevent the violation, but the thick,
soapy digit slid home, right to the base.

The struggling blonde gave a strangled cry, but the fat black
woman continued to finger fuck the pinned girl's white ass. "How
`bout it, honey," Monique called out. "You ready to get down to
business and wash me like you mean it?"

"Yes!" the piteous blonde sobbed. "Yes! Yes! Just, please ...
stop! Stop ... doing that ... to me!"

The big black woman pulled her finger out of the white girl's ass
with an audible "pop" before standing, dumping the violated
blonde on the tiled floor.

Turning her back on her victim, Monique put her hands against the
shower room wall and thrust her fat ass out, towards the sobbing
white girl.

"Wash me," she ordered.

Still sobbing, the blonde soaped up her hands and plunged them
between her dominator's fat, dark ass cheeks.  She began
scrubbing furiously and the big black woman made mewling sounds
of pleasure.

"Oh yeah!" Monique moaned. "Now that's better! Scrub me, baby.
Make me clean enough to eat outta!"

The kneeling blonde continued to sob, but obediently slid a
finger up the standing woman's asshole and began slowly thrusting
it in and out.

The black woman sighed, contentedly. "Use another finger," she
ordered. The kneeling white girl obeyed, sliding a second, then a
third, finger into the dark recesses of the other woman's
asshole.

After about five minutes of these ministrations, the blonde
pulled her fingers out of the black woman's ass. "There!" the
white girl announced. "I've washed you! Now let me go!"

Monique regarded the kneeling blonde. "She's testing," the black
woman thought. "She's trying to resist."

Monique regarded the defiant white girl. "She's still on her
knees," the black woman thought, "so she's waiting for me to
release her."

"Still mine!" Monique decided, thrusting her big ass under the
jet of the shower, to rinse off the soap.

"So, you think you done, white girl?" Monique asked,
conversationally. "You think you done a good enough job washing
my ass?"  The kneeling blonde nodded.

Spinning, Monique grabbed the blonde by the hair and forced the
white girl's face deeply between her dark ass cheeks.

"You think it's clean enough to eat outta?" Monique snarled.
"Let's find out, baby. You tell me if it's clean enough."

"Eat my ass," the black woman ordered. The kneeling blonde
squealed and tried to push away.

"I said *Eat my ass*! Monique commanded, clenching her powerful
buttocks hard on the blonde's face. The white girl gave a muffled
squeal, which rose in pitch as the black woman increased the
pressure of her ass muscles, cruelly squeezing the blonde's
entrapped face.

"Eat my ass!" the black woman commanded.

With a muffled cry of despair, the kneeling blonde's tongue
extended to lightly flutter across the black woman's asshole.
Monique relaxed her clenched muscles to allow easier access. the
white woman's tongue felt like a quivering butterfly against the
black woman's sphincter.

"I said *Eat it*!" Monique said, reaching back to grab the
blonde's head and wedge it deeper. With a muffled moan, the
subjugated white woman began fully tonguing the fat black woman's
puckered asshole.

"Oh yeah!" Monique sighed. "That's it, white girl. Did you do a
good job, back there? If I wasn't clean before, I will be now!" 
She let the white girl rim her for another ten minutes, before
reluctantly stepping away.

"Oh yeah," Monique gasped. "You do that good, white girl. That's
not the first time you ate ass, is it!"  The kneeling blonde
flushed in humiliation and averted her eyes.  Monique's gaze came
to rest on the kneeling girl's stiff, pink nipples.

Fear and humiliation was turning to arousal.

"You liked that, didn't you, white girl?" the black woman
whispered, seductively. "You like being on your knees, with your
tongue up my ass. That got you excited, didn't it?!"

The kneeling blonde turned crimson. "No!" she gasped, weakly.
"That was disgusting! I've never been so humiliated."

"Night's young," the black woman told her, gently grasping her
blonde head and guiding her pale face towards the standing
woman's dark crotch.

The white girl gave a moan of despair, but didn't resist.

Monique spread her legs wide and straddled the kneeling blonde. 
With a firm grip on her hair, she guided the other woman's pale
face into her dark, hairy muff. Monique looked down at the
kneeling white girl, the lower half of the other woman's pale
face lost in the thick tangle of her deep-black pubic hair, while
the blonde's tear-filled blue eyes looked up to meet her gaze.

"This is what you want, isn't it, baby," Monique whispered. It
was a statement more than a question. "You like getting
dominated, don't you. You like being forced."

The blonde's big, blue eyes blinked, sending fat, hot tears
rolling down the white girl's pale cheeks. The blonde's body
shook with humiliation and lust. Monique could feel the other
woman's trembling lips brushing against her pussy - the
subjugated blonde's breath hot and fast against the black woman's
moist slit.

"You wanna be my bitch, don't you, white girl," Monique asked,
pressing her cunt against the kneeling blonde's mouth. "You wanna
be my fuck toy."

The fat black woman stroked the attractive blonde's hair, with
her other hand.

"Show me," she whispered. "Show me you wanna be my bitch."

Tears streamed from the blue eyes looking up at her and the white
girl's shoulders convulsed with sobbing.

Monique felt the white girl's tongue take a long, slow lick up
the length of her dripping slit before parting the thick, black
pussy lips to begin lapping inside.

"That's it, baby," the black woman murmured, standing in front of
her thoroughly seduced prey. She purred, enjoying the feel of
that probing tongue, as the kneeling white woman slavishly
serviced her.

"We'll see about moving you into my cell, so I can have that
sweet mouth any time I want," Monique whispered, giving herself
to the attentions of her new prison pet.
