Giovanna wakes up.

"WAKEY WAKEY BITCH!" Andrea screamed, leaning over all the way to **** Giovanna's head under the water.

Giovanna was called up from the deep, dark, warm place where she was sleeping. Andrea tugged her head up, and she sputtered and gasped for a couple breaths before she was dunked again.

"YOU DON'T LOOK VERY AWAKE TO ME!" Andrea screamed as she held her rival's head underwater. "SCREAM HELP ME I'M A DUMB SLUT IF YOU'RE AWAKE!"

Giovanna knew she didn't have a lot of chances to get out of this. She was so sore she could barely move, and the edges her vision were beginning to darken as she tried to hold her breath. Against all her instincts, she went limp.

Andrea felt her go slack, and brought her up. As much as she hated her, drowning her in her bathtub probably had more cons than pros in the long run. As Giovanna came up she wrenched her hair, slippery from the suds, out of Andrea's grip and, using the momentum, threw an elbow at the side of Andrea's head.

The elbow collided with Andrea's left temple, snapping her head to the side. She was surprised, but Gia was weak, and couldn't get her weight behind the blow. She rubbed her temple and grinned wolfishly as her enemy scrabbled in front of her to find footing and get out of the slippery tub. Even after all that fucking she still had some fight left in her.

"mmmm. Yes baby, that's it. You know just what I like."

She lunged forward and grabbed Giovanna by the hair again, wrapping fistfuls through her fingers so she couldn't tear herself away this time.

"If you wanted to get up out of the tub you should have just asked, silly." She chided, and hoisted the other woman up by her hair and stepping out of the tub. There was little Giovanna could do-Andrea's grip was too strong. She could only stumble backwards out of the tub, and struggle to keep herself upright as Andrea half lead, half dragged her tired and bruised body out of the bathroom and into the master bedroom. Andrea jerked Gia's head around so she could get a good look at what she had prepared for their special night. Like the bathroom, it was decked out like a honeymoon suite, with purple bedspreads, cinnamon candles, and an array of rose pedals. She had even mounted a mirror on the ceiling above the bed.

"You fucking psychopath." Giovanna growled. Andrea smirked.

"Don't say that honey. I had all of this specially prepared for our special night." She threw Gia onto the king-sized bed. Giovanna bounced a couple times, then settled against the backboard where she glared at the blonde.

"What the fuck else do you even want at this point?"

Andrea had her back turned to her, rummaging through the a small dresser. Giovanna took the opportunity to scope out the room, noting the two windows, the single door entrance, anything that could be used as a weapon.

"Me? Nothing much. I just want some of your sweet Mediterranean first-class pussy and ass. No more ropes, no more ****, no more friends. I'm just going to fuck your brains out until the sun comes up."

She turned around, and Giovanna could see she was inserting an 8-inch double-sided strapon into her cunt. The same one Giovanna had sexually assaulted her with all those years ago (she always wondered where it went). She noticed other things too. Andrea had a six pack. Her whole body was toned and fit, fed on a steady diet of pilates and calisthetics. Giovanna dry swallowed. She overpowered Andrea 3 years ago, but the vengeful blonde hadn't skipped a day at the gym ever since, turning herself into an Amazonian warrior. Giovanna hadn't been able to compete with her and her jock friends in direct confrontation since their freshman year. She knew she didn't have a shot here.

Her eyes flicked towards the door. Andrea didn't even bother to glance at the exit. She just smiled as she gazed at her naked victim, feeling herself getting wet around the dildo inside of her, imagining the night ahead of them.