Sexy rivalry backstory.

Once upon a time, Gia and Andrea were students laboring in the famed Master Geppetto's School of Carpentry and Wood Working. They were both prodigious talents who quickly rose to the top of the class. Though they were initially friendly in a professional sort of way, a rift quickly formed between them over ideological differences. Gia believed in craftsmanship and artistry above all else. Andrea believed in craftsmanship only insofar as it could be sold to the customer for a profit. They quickly found themselves in a constant battle for the ultimate right to succeed Master Geppetto, who was rumored to be retiring soon.

The rivalry took on a sexual, sadomasochistic nature almost immediately. It started when Gia put some itching powder in Andrea's underwear, forcing her to walk, bowlegged, to the nurses office, where the nurse had to apply eucalyptus ointment to her cunt. The nurse just so happened to be a raging lesbian who had her eye on Andrea ever since she first flounced in with her preppy white skirts and her flowery, pompous attitude. As the poor girl, beet red, slowly opened her legs to show the nurse her freshly shaved mound, she thought: now thats what I'm talking about. She was 30 years old, and also happened to be one of the maids who cleaned the school. As her gloved fingertips gently caressed the outer folds of her pussy, Andrea gasped and gripped the white cotton sheets and stared at the ceiling and tried to think about anything besides what was happening to her. Andrea's first orgasm was hot and itchy and smelled like cough drops and latex. For the rest of her time the nurse/maid would leer at her as she walked through the hall from class to class. At first Andrea would blush furiously, hug her books to her chest, and walk faster. As she became more of a slut though, they became fuck buddies.

Two weeks later, Gia woke up on a school cafeteria in the middle of lunch completely naked. Andrea somehow **** her and wrote vulgarities all over her body in black ink and dragged her there. Gia screamed and ran back to her dorm room. She remembered how her nipples hardened in the air conditioned room, how hard it was to clutch her breasts to her chest to keep them from swaying while also keeping her hairy pussy covered. More than anything she remembered the stares as her peers (both male and female, hot is hot is hot) placed the image of her perfect proportions into their spank banks where she knew she would never get them back. She made it to her dorm room only to realize she didn't have a key. She crouched next to the locked door, her knees to her chest, sobbing until her roomate came home 2 hours later.

And so they went at it for four years. Sobatage, bondage, ****, sometimes even outright ****, nothing was off the table. Without even really knowing why or how, the two of them spiraled out of control. Eventually they drew the whole school into it. The artists, outcasts, and bookworms sided with Gia, the jocks and cheerleaders and wannabes with Andrea. They lost their oral, anal, and vaginal virginities to one another. They were tricked into fucking, and being fucked by, their family members. They had the entire school, teachers included, running around **** each other. Their exploits could fill an entire separate CHYOA story.

Finally, in their senior year, Andrea pulled out all the stops to win in a master stroke. With a combination of ****, threats, general mindfuckery, and a plan so convoluted that neither of them could keep it straight years later, she finally had her olive skinned rival right where she wanted her. It was in a small house Andrea owned off campus with a large basement, carefully sound proofed so nobody would hear Gia scream. Gia's calves were tied to her thighs, her hands around a concrete pole, an O ring gag in her mouth. She invited both the entire football team and chearleading squad (What the fuck kind of carpentry school has a football team and a cheerleading squad??) and made an evening of it.

The football team and cheerleading squad had by this point developed a hateful lust for Gia that was only surpassed by Andrea, and they wasted no time in running a train on her. She was fucked every way they could think of. Andrea made sure to provide all of the lube, aphrodisiac, and toys that they could ever want. Load after load was pumped into her ass and pussy and mouth. She was slapped, peed on, stepped on. They even tried double penetrating her anus, but gave up because that's actually pretty hard to do.

Eventually, when they knew she would be too tired to fight back, they removed the O ring gag so the girls could have a turn getting eaten out. If anything, they were even rougher than the guys, viciously twisting her nipples so hard that the guys winced as they ground her face into their cunts. They were jealous not only because she was beautiful, but because she was _effortlessly _beautiful. She dressed like a welder, and always kept to herself, and yet she always drew the eyes of everyone in any room she was in. She didn't even wear makeup, the whore. It was like she didn't even want to be hot. No, she wasn't getting any mercy from the girls.

Her only saving grace was that the logistics of 30+ people gangraping a single woman while sexually satisfying everyone in a reasonable time is sort of impossible. After a couple hours the jocks and cheerleaders turned on each other and the whole thing devolved into an orgy.

This entire time, Andrea was doing... nothing. Well, practically nothing. She was watching silently, on her comfiest chair, idly circling her clit with her index finger, watching her nemesis get ravished by her friends.

What a lovely day. She thought.

4 hours later at the stroke of midnight, as previously discussed, the cheerleaders and football players stopped fucking and filed out of the room, making sure to thank their hostess as they left. Andrea left gift bags at the front containing sex toys, ****, and pictures of Gia taken throughout the night. She had hired professional photographers. Like god damn the bitch was crazy.

Finally, it was just her and Gia. She strode toward her almost comatose rival, remembering all the times she had been humiliated at her hands. She remembered how her father and brother, in a **** addled state, DP'd her on her 21st birthday while she begged them to stop. She remembered how she lost valedictorian status because Gia had the entire art club giving her economics professor blowjobs. How she and her mother were no longer on speaking terms. She had lost so much...

She was past anger. She was past lust. She was past even hate. There was only **** left.