Suds and Sobs

"I'm shh-owwered," The colored girl whined into Mister Fluffy's belly. Mouth dry as parchment, still half drunk and half asleep, "Last... last m-night." Her blanket - ! "Cheryl! Please!!"

God... sleep. Bed. Please.

"You're getting up." A hard pinch to Elaine's thin upper ear - ow! "Up." Ow! "Up-up-up."

T-topless, tumbling out of bed - Elly held her sheets as long as she could. Sh-she...

"... are out for a few hours, and you'll be up and clean when they get back - and setting a better example for your mom."

Her mom... the black girl placed the back of her hand over her mouth, even as she staggered, struggling... struggling not to b-burp up. Or worse.

"I'm not..." H-her - "I don't need t-to - !"

"Christ, Elly." The sudden **** march paused. "Brand told me everything. You could have been arrested last night. What were you thinking, running away?"

Real worry, real concern tinted each inflection. The white woman's voice caught, a-and...

It took Elaine's breath away. Stumbling again... s-stumbling, the door opened, and a blast of cool air over the brown girl's naked breasts -

"Um, sh-shirt - " Her mom's secretary didnt... led painfully by her ear, stumbling along, folding her arms over her stiff brown nipples, Elly - "I didn't run away, anyway, Cheryl!" Hunched over, topless and barefoot and in a pair of loose cotton penguin pajamas, practically squealing - "I'm an a-adult! I - "

Elly's pajama pants were yanked down in the back - elastic band resting under the firm brown globes of her ass.

"An adult?"

Oh, god!

Whap!

"You're a stupid, stupid girl. What you did - !"

Whap!

One handprint burned shamefully into each of Elly's buttcheeks. She... shocked, mortified even more by Cheryl's words, h-her...

Cheryl cared.

And - oh, god. What she did... what had she done? Dreaming to waking, e-everything was jumbled, hazy and unsorted as she was tugged anew, hobbling along ear-first.

"Stop trying to pull your damn pajamas up." Elly's hand was brushed firmly aside. "I'm on a hair trigger for colored girl spankings this morning - keeping that big black behind of yours bare will either be a reminder for you or easy access for me."

B-big black behind - C-Christ.

"Get in the bathroom, Elaine."

Yesterday there had been a kind of charged comraderie between Elly and Cheryl. Except for what happened in the evening... except all th-that, it had been, strangely, like having an older sister. Different, but Cheryl had laughed and shared a-and in their kind of ****-together family situation...

"I'm s-sorry," Elly whispered, tile beneath her toes, awkwardly rubbing her spanked bare bottom. Not - not pulling her pants up.

"I am. I..."

Before her eyes, the white woman's face softened. Softened, and the spanking hand cupped Elly's... Elly flinched. The black girl, **** and topless, buttcheeks poking out -

"You can't help it," Cheryl murmured.

C-can't...

"Look at you."

Help.

Elly was going to be sick. E-everything.

"Look."

Her poor head pounded. **** and emotion -

"-Mp?"

Oh.

Cheryl pinched Elly's quivering, shaking bottom lip and pulled the colored teen along, fully into the bathroom and turning her for the mirror.

For a moment they were side by side. Cheryl, pale skinned and made up in her lavender, casual button-up shirt, sleeves ending just past her elbows, and white pants... stretchy and form fitting. Yoga pants.

"Think about what people see when they look at... this."

Elaine's bottom lip was finally released - flopping into place with a forward flick of Cheryl's wrist. The contrast between them - Cheryl slender and elegant even in her casual wear, where Elly was... was dark, and her chocolate nipples and slightly puffy areolae pointed out. Revealed. Nearly naked and lewdly formed, next to the cool expression of the classically beautiful professional woman next to her.

When people looked, saw her - her body, her f-face...

They didnt see a... a Cheryl.

"I'll draw a bath."

Elly, left alone, could finally breathe again, while the water ran. Loud, rushing behind the bathroom walls and into the tub. Wet heat and the smell of scented body wash...

Elaine watched her mother's secretary in the edge of the silvered mirror. Bent over in her tight pants, attending her bath.

Looking back, over her shoulder and directly into the black girl's gaze in the mirror.

C-caught. Immediately, guiltily averting her eyes, Elly... even though... there w-was no reason she couldnt look, o-or...

Crap. Elly covered her abused butt. Cheryl, coming toward her, face unreadable -

The teen quivered while Miss Cheryl idly, casually, traced the outline of her bruised and scratched breasts. Down her stomach, prodding at the bone of her hips, slender female fingers touched Elly, grabbed the edge of her bottoms -

And peeled the colored girl's jammie bottoms down her thighs.

"N-no..." Elly whispered, reflexively covering her exposed vagina. P-puffy and sore beneath her fingers.

Stretched.

Violated.

"Come on, Elaine."

The sound of the faucet stopped with a quick flex of the white woman's wrist. Just the swish-swishing of water... Cheryl's hand trailing glimmering ripples... soapy bubbles...

It smelled clean. And Cheryl held out a dry hand, for the teenager to take.

Familiar warmth enveloped Elaine's calves, drifted between her toes.

Over her body, as she melted into the soapy water.

"I am still very upset with you, Elly," Cheryl noted, honey-colored soap drizzling onto a light pink pouf loofah.

"It's not my..." Not her fault. "I-it..." Cheryl, Brand, her mom, James and the assholes out there, the people outside h-her home. Them, their doing -

Coarse, cleansing fabric touched her back, and Elaine felt her anus clench, and her buttcrack seal tight.

Sorry! "I'm sorry. I-I'm sorry."

The washing p-paused.

Resumed, with fresh, warm water.

"Well... like we said - you can't help it. Can you?"

God, it felt like something... something important was being ripped from her, taken away from her, every time Cheryl, Brand s-said that. Bit by bit, more, every time -

Elly shook her head. Desperately, painfully, shook her head.

"Hmm?"

Shook... warm water and scratchy fabric cleaned her - washing her back, her shoulder a-and under her arm -

"I can't... can't help..." H-help... "I-it."

The pouf splashed beside her - slapping into the water with terrible finality.

Help.

"Slut," Cheryl added affectionately. Even with her eyes squeezed tight-shut, Elly could hear the smirk coloring the clothed white woman's lips.

"You're so hopeless. Gosh, Elly - if you weren't so darn cute..."

"Hands and knees." The smirk was gone. "Poke your heiny up."

H-heiny. Elly hadn't even heard that word aloud s-since -

"Come on," Cheryl encouraged. "Clean all over. We don't need you smelling too excited around the house - you don't want to be a Smelly Elly outdoor girl."

Smelly El- ! Outdoor?...

Unsure, m-more self-conscious than ever and miserable in her... her unwanted 'excitement', the berated black girl gathered her knees underneath her. Soapy black cheeks and anus and puffy used lips hesitantly rose above the water line, while her breasts dipped in.

God, Cheryl picked up the loofah. Up her lean brown thighs, little scratchy circles crept closer... and dread for her sensitive teen s-sex...

Elly had to say something.

"C-careful," Elaine whispered. "I-I'm sore." Nervously, flinching, h-her... "Down... down there. Um, be care- oh!"

The sudsy pouf pressed directly onto little Elly's puffy pussy. Hard. No rubbing - pure downward pressure pushed against her tenderness -

"Ch-Cher- oh!"

F-for an instant everything haunting Elly, everything wrong -

"Oh... my... god," Cheryl laughed.

"You like that?" The pressure disappeared.

F-

Reappeared, "N- ah!" And soap bubbles sloshed between Elaine's legs as one leg twitched uncontrollably under the water.

R-rubbed in a circle, almost uncomfortably tickly, the mildly abrasive plastic n-netting w-was -

"It's okay. I have to confess... I... I do, I think. Like this." Fresh water, a routine of tease and denial - "All of it."

"It's relaxing, in a way," Cheryl sighed. "When it's not frustrating. And - exciting. It's... like that new relationship high. With Brand, and you, and..."

"You're just so available."

Elaine's available, soapy breasts got a big, big squeeze, while her leg twitched in betrayal and her engorged labia got roughly tap-tap-t-tapp-

"Gosh! Settle, Splashy!" Cheryl giggled.

"I-it's not..." N-not her fault! "Not funny! It hurts! I-it..."

It... hurt was maybe wrong. But - the abrading, pokey feeling was torturous, a-and everything that had happened, e-everything -

Elly bravely held in a big, big sob.

"It... hurts? Elly... Elly, did you...?"

"I-it was that c-cop!" A flood. A boiling, bubbling confession - "I had to! I, um... I didn't... g-going to jail, a-arrested..."

"I couldn't, Cheryl! I was almost... I got drunk at a frat party... - I had to leave, okay?!"

Silence. Cheryl didn't stop her, and Elly couldnt stop on her own.

"I had to - there was a w-wet t-shirt contest, and they made me... they tricked me! I didn't want to! Everyone - all those college - f-frat boys, sorority girls - they grabbed me a-and... and I... I left."

"Then the cop. Driving drunk … c-cavity search… He shined his flashlight up my butt! Jesus, god, he sh-shoved his nightstick in- Broke my ... with… with his st-stick, a-a-and m-made me... made me s-squirt!"

Cheryl burst out laughing.

"I'm sorry. I'm..." Shocked, but really laughing.

"I'm sorry. I am. But - Elly! A _nightstick?! _ Took your virginity with his nightstick?! And it made you _squirt?! _You little slut!"

A-and Elly - something like laughter hiccupped inside her, too - forcing its way between tears and sobs.

"I said i-it's n-not f-funny!" The colored girl whined.

"How could you do that?! E-laine Lockley!" Swung by its looped cord, the soapy pouf playfully swatted Elly's butt. "You negro girls and your rough stuff and sex, sex, sex. You and your mother, frat boys and sorority girls and a cop all in one night-"

"They - you made me do that!!" Elly's fist splashed the water in front of her, making angry waves.

"Made you?!" A second, round loofah swat slapped into Elaine's thighs - and wasnt at all playful.

"Made you! Elly - are you serious??"

Cheryl, clothed, forehead tight, stood from the edge of the bathtub - looming tall above the ass-up teenager.

"I didn't make... I walked in on you and your mother. I helped - was trying to understand how... Jesus, Elly! She's your mom, and I walked in on you two! You are not going to blame me for that!"

"Christ, Elaine! You squirted twice right on your mom's face! You practically drowned her! She was burping it up and it was coming out her nose. You should have seen the poor thing in the light afterwards."

"That was my boss! I've known her for - you think I don't have feelings on what she's been doing?! She taught me, mentored me - that humping, slurping nigger is easily one of the smartest women that I've - "

Cheryl, shuddering, stopped.

Nigger. The word struck the bathroom walls, echoing back with a crack. Elly, m-mouth hanging open, trying to... her brain, trying to... some semblance o-of...

Elly wanted to be angry. She - she was. Fists balled at the bottom of the tub, nails digging into her palms - breathing, fuming -

"Oh, Sweetie..." Nails caressed the side of Elaine's face.

The building, brittle rage... broke.

"M... Mw... Mww-wahh!!"

The black girl, pathetically, started to bawl.

"Ch-Cher-wll-whh-whaAH!"

"Oh... Jesus."

Completely, and noisily wailing, her face scrunched and eyes burned a-and - everything... everything that had happened -

"WAH-hh-hh-hng...!

"Crybaby," Ch-Cheryl sighed, and hands, warmth enveloped Elly - cradled her head, and patted her hair. "Little crybaby. Let it out."

"Wa-ha-hnn!" Holding, biting it back, she wouldn't let it out. Sh-she was an honors student, an athlete, she was s-strong and - "-HnN!"

Naked and held. Crybaby. Ignoring the water dripping off her, ignoring... N-nigger... Elly was held in Cheryl's strong, slim arms. Her face pressed into the white woman's perfumed chest, into the crisp cloth of her shirt.

P-pushed back, off Cheryl... something … Eew! The crotch of her jammie bottoms were pressed to Elly's runny nose. Struggling for a brief moment, sh-she -

"Blow."

"SnGGKK!

"Good girl."

"SgGHKK!"

"Good girl. Now let's see if we got all the crybaby's snot cleaned out. Hmm?"

O-oh... 'Crybaby's snot.' Elly winced and glanced toward the sink and mirror... Brand... 'Crybaby' being washed in the sink... Blowing her nose into her dirty panties... James' cum cleaned out with a Q-tip...

Elly felt her hand lifted. Eyes wide, wet, c-crossing, the colored teen closely watched the slender white hand and fingers form and guide her own two-toned ones.

The pale tip of the teen's index finger was precisely placed on the tip of her nose. And then let go.

Waiting.

Elly's eyes uncrossed and saw Cheryl's - M-Miss Cheryl's - eyes lower and narrow. Watching.

Waiting.

Elly knew what Cheryl wanted. But it was embarrassing...

"Elly."

Elly scowled... Pouted... Pressed down and pulled her finger up. Opened her nose holes up.

Cheryl smirked.

Jerked her head up and back.

Elly pressed her finger down harder. Pulled higher. Breathed deeper. Made her nose holes bigger.

Cheryl grinned. Chuckled.

"Such a cute little snout. I don't see any snot. But can you sniff for Miss Cheryl to be sure it's clean?"

'Snout.' Jesus-

SssffF.

"Hmm." Miss Cheryl scowled. "Still sounds a little sniffly. Head further back. Really stretch that snout and let's hear a big girl snort."

'Big girl snort!' God! Could this get any more-

Tearing up again... Pouty lip and fingers quivering...

The negro girl used two fingers. One at the rim of each nostril. And t-tugged her damn head back and...

HhnnGhGk!

Cheryl giggled.

"Such a good big girl snort! Who's a good girl?"

God, crying... Cheryl lifted a jammie leg. Penguin wings taking flight.

Elly's hand and fingers were brushed aside. Her tears were wing wiped and dabbed away.

"Who's a good girl?"

"I..." Humiliated. Naked a-and dripping all over... "I-I am."

M-miss Cheryl... a thumb stroked Elly's cheek -

"I'm a-a-a-a g-... g-g-ood girl," Elly sniffled.

And lied.

"That's right. A good negro girl."

She was trash. A sniveling, snorting pig slut. Sh-she -

Cheryl dipped the jammie leg in the sudsy bathwater. She wiped Elaine's eyes, her cheek and brow.

"See? There's that pretty girl."

God, it was humiliating - but Elly blushed all the same. H-her heavy, hung-over head throbbed... the same blood pumping, throbbing in time with her engorged black labia and erect clitoris.

Th-the very woman that...

Stretching up, palms on the edge of the bathtub -

The only woman that would, could, comfort her.

"Elly...! M-Elly! What the hell!"

A hand clapped over the naked teenager's lips, and shoved her back into the bathtub with a painful splash.

"Christ, Elaine! I'm not a...! You can't run around kissing women!" Cheryl wiped her lips. "I'm not - it's different, with me, okay? That's what I've been trying to tell you. Your constant need to be..."

Humiliated... humiliated - Elly d-didnt mean to - !

"Don't... Don't you dare start crying again. Elly."

"I - I c-can't...!" Elly couldn't...!

"Elly - Elaine." A strong hand grasped Elly's chin and cheeks. "Don't. Understand?"

Palm under her jaw and finger pads p-painfully pressing the flesh of her cheeks into her teeth. Their faces were inches apart, gazes locked -

"Don't."

Cheryl's free hand... a single index finger started at the bridge of Elaine's nose...

"Slow down."

And pressed, in a steady movement, sliding down... slowly, down to the tip.

"Slow down," Cheryl repeated, and repeated the motion. Bridge of Elly's nose... down to the tip. Gentle. Firm.

"Okay?" O-oh... stroked... 'kay...

"Are you slowing down?"

Hazel eyes, firm and present, searching hers - Elly nodded. Slow. N-nodded - "Y-Yesh..." Nose painfully squished like her cheeks.

"Good." Some of the tightness in her cheeks was released. Some. Elly's lips were no longer completely distorted, a-and the coppery taste... "Better."

"Good." The finger gently, firmly pushed the tip of teen's nose up. Up into a- a snout.

Ou-ouch!

A finger nail quick-flicked her nose... her s-snout up-down.

"Elly - I am not a lesbian."

"Say it."

Flinch... flinching. E-Elly wasn't, either. She -

"Y-you... you are not... not a, um, l-"

"...Lesbian."

"Good." Cheryl smiled. G-god, it was... s-squirming, her butt pressing against the cold tile wall - "You have to be in control of yourself. You have to try to control your homosexual urges. Your need for attention."

Homo-... that - that wasn't it. That w-wasn't -

Ouch!

"Say it, Elaine."

"U-um - h-homo … h-homos-s-sexual," The teenager blurted.

"I mean, I-I'll control... I mean, I'm not..."

Naked in front of the older white woman, soaking wet -

"I'll control them, Cheryl. M-Miss Cheryl. I promise. I... I'll..."

"I'll try."

A fingertip playfully bopped Elly's snout-nose.

"You're a good girl."

"Your urges are natural. Just like your mom's. We'll, ah, help you and your mother with your nig- … n_eee_groid urges... your primitive, instinctive African needs and desires … and whatever, ah, accommodations those may entail."

Dead silence, except for the light fizz of popping soap bubbles.

Cheryl... Cheryl had almost … had barely been able to get those words out, herself. Ears burning, mouth dry, Elly w-w-...

Was going to cry, again. Tears. I-if she didn't... and if she started crying, Ch-Cheryl...

Cheryl... sympathetic... firm hazel eyes were looking at her.

Steadily. And waiting.

"U-um. My... ur-urges… and m-my mom's … our urges are n-natural." Elly blinked back her tears and swallowed the big lump in her throat.

"You'll... h-help me with my... our... um, you'll..." Rasping brokenly, Elly gulped a ragged breath.

"You'll h-help me with my… h-help me and my m-mom with our... our n-n-nnneeegroid… A-African"...

Unable t-to... that image of a tribal slut … rocking and rubbing her bare butt cheeks against the tiles...

"... Close enough," The uncomfortable relief in Cheryl's v-voice was audible.

Cheryl - M-Miss Cheryl fondly petted Elly. Smiled, and petted and fondled her with both hands.

Petted and fondled Elly's head. Pinched and pulled on her hair. Petted and fondled Elly's titties. Pinched and pulled her nipples.

The negro girl squirmed and rocked. Bounced and rubbed her sore, squeaky wet bare bottom on the tiles.

God - what was happening? Just... just a few days ago...

"Okay Squeaky Squirmy," Cheryl chuckled. "How about we finish getting Smelly Elly squeaky clean with Mister Loofah, hmm? All shaved, all ready... And then we'll look at this hair, and do your makeup. Together. Okay?"

_'_Squeaky Squirmy.' 'Smelly Elly.' 'Mister Loofah.'

She was so pathetic - so pathetic th-that she moved her butt off the wall and turned. Lowered her front end and lifted her hind end. So unbelievably pa-pathetic that... th-that...

She didn't know, anymore. Fingers, nails stroked her damp hair.

"O-okay," Elly swallowed. She c-couldn't...

Cheryl laughed. Dunked Mister Loofah in the sudsy water.

"Look at you!" Elly looked at Miss Cheryl. Her big grin.

"Without even having to be told. Heinie so high, wagging so eagerly."

The white woman's gleeful giggle made Elly wriggle - and h-hump a little - mid-wag.

"Look at that big brown bare bottom bouncing up and down in her warm, sudsy bubble bath!"

A bigger hump. Big clit hit the water with a splash-

Whap!

"Now, now. Don't be naughty. Heinie high and hold still."

Face and boobies buried in bubbles, heinie held high and still...

"That's it! There's a good little negro girl! You're home now, Sweetie."