She takes things upstairs.

Even utterly sexually broken, Andrea noted dryly, Giovanna was a work of art. She lay in a fetal position, her cheek resting on the cool hardware floor, covered in semen and girlcum and pee. Even in this wretched state she was the most beautiful creature in the world. Andrea stopped and kneeled down next to her fallen enemy, looking for all the world like a queen of a conquering nation.

"You're mine now, slut."

With that she hoisted Gia over her shoulder and carried her up the stairs. She felt as if she were floating above herself, watching the movie of her master plan get carried out by somebody else. She watched herself reach the bathroom and draw a bath. The tub itself was lined with scented candles, and the tub was filled with rose petals. After orchestrating her brutal ****, Andrea was going to give Giovanna a romantic bath.

I... I might have some issues. she thought.

She lay Giovanna down in the bath, careful to keep her head above the water. She got in herself. It was cramped but that was sort of the point. She shifted and squirmed so that Giovanna's limp lithe form sat in between her thighs, her back against her breasts. The girl's head flopped back against Andrea's left shoulder, and she took the opportunity to draw in deeply, smelling the nape of her neck. Even under the scent of semen and pee, she caught a whiff of her natural scent. She smelled like freshly baked bread.

She remembered the first time she smelled it, the first time she and Gia dropped all pretenses and got into a cat fight in the school restroom. She lost that fateful encounter, and ended up feebly struggling against the stronger girl as she **** a pink, 8-inch double ended strapon deeper and deeper into her virgin pussy. She screamed, pleaded, asked for forgiveness, but Gia, knowing that she would be shown no such mercy should the tables be turned and wanting desperately to get off, only gripped her ass so hard her fingernails left marks and thrust harder, grinding her hips unto Andrea's. They were both inexperienced then, and despite having the upper hand, Gia climaxed first, clutching Andreas head against her chest as she shuddered. Then as if out of fury from being made to cum first, she began thrusting harder and faster than any girl of her muscular makeup should be capable of.

Oh god, she's going to kill me, Andrea thought, delirous from pain and pleasure. **** she began sucking on Gia's breast to appease her, licking and teasing her nipples with her tongue and teeth. The action amused Giovanna as much as it aroused her.

"That's right, suck on these perfect tits whore. Maybe if you're good I'll let you call me Mommy. You can be Mommy's little girl. Would you like that slut? Though to be honest I'd rather be your Daddy. God I wish I had a real cock, just for one night, so I could really give you what you deserve. Would you like that? You want to be Daddy's little slut? Tell me what you want you bitch. Tell me with your fucking sexy little body. Holy shit you're such a nasty whore. I think I'm gonna take you home and use you as my personal sex puppet. I'll rent you out to my girlfriends too, start a nice little business." She had Andrea in a mating press now. Driving her hips as hard as she could into Andrea's waist. Andrea had given up trying to pleasure her and had simply wrapped her legs around her waist to inhibit her movement as much as possible.

Bread. She smelled like warm freshly baked bread.

As Andrea reminisced she began to wash Giovanna, her hands roaming up and down her body. Every once in a while she'd stop and stroke her cunny, or squeeze her breast, enjoying its perfect proportions. Mostly though, she scooped suds onto her body, rubbing off the caked semen, revealing the flawless smooth skin underneath.

"Not yet old friend" she whispered into her ear. "I want you nice and clean and fully conscious for what I'm about to do next."

She began to feek a familiar heat growing in her crotch as she casually molested her rival. She realized that, after years of fucking and being fucked by this woman, she knew her body like she did her own. She locked her long legs around Gia's waist and began to grind into her back, enjoying the slight stimulation of the skin of her back against her clit. She moaned and cupped the brunette's breasts with both hands, squeezing them and massaging them. She writhed against Giovanna, her slow grinding movements building until she was practically wrapped around the other woman, her frantic movement splashing water out of the tub. The heat built in her like a pressure cooker until it exploded, filling her brain with hot white light. She sighed contentedly and leaned back, drawing up her **** prey with her so they were both gazing at her tiled ceiling. They lay like that for a while, looking for all the world like a young couple enjoying the end of their Valentine's day date.

She noticed some suds splashed on Giovanna's face. Uh oh. She thought. We can't have soap on her face. what if it gets in her eyes?

So she grabbed Giovanna by the hair and dunked her head in.