To the showers.

There were few people awake at this hour as they crept through the festival, someone had passed out in the stocks and was probably going to wake with the most horrible back pain imaginable, the body painting booth was closed, a softer music was playing through the closest speakers but no DJ was apparent. Just a calmer playlist to maintain a bit of ambiance.

Dianna noticed that Sarah was still limping with each step even though she tried to hide it, the bruises between her legs were dark brown now, almost black. She wrapped her arms around her and pulled her close. Neither of them had bothered to retrieve any cloths as they walked along the trails bare as they were born.

Sarahs warm bare body pressed up against her shielded her against the morning chill. She leaned her head against the slightly taller girls shoulders as they made their way to the structure off in the distance.

It was probably the only perminant structure within the park, large and red brick on a large cement pad. Dianna saw one woman walking out, towel rubbing her hair dry as she strutted out into the morning sun. Her large nipples quickly hardening with the chill. As she turned to head towards the campsite, the girls could see the marks along her ass and the back of her thighs from both paddles and hands. Dianna felt a little giggle escape her mouth.

The showers themselves were empty, save for the puddle where presumably the woman had just been soaking herself down and several piles of cloths moved to the corner from some excessive celebrating last night. She pulled Sarahs hand towards the nearest shower head and turned on the tap, cold water spluttered out in a stream.

"After you" dianna motioned towards Sarah. Who looked decidedly uncertain about stepping into the frigid flow. After hearing the command from Dianna though she stepped forward with a gasp and goosebumps erupted across her body.

Dianna began to lather up some soap from the dispenser on the wall and pulled Sarah from the cold embrace of the water as she began to dig deep into the blond girls scalp. Cleansing every last vestige of the cum splattered throughout her golden locks. Sarah was almost paralyzed with the cold as she clenched her arms tight to her chest, not out of any sense of modesty or shame. The last vestiges of those had been stripped from her last night. She simply clutched her breasts to try and trap any heat trying to escape her core.

As Dianna finished with Sarahs hair, she worked her way down her neck, then to her shoulders. Lovingly massaging the soap along every muscle. The warmth from diannas hands and minimal friction as they glided across her skin was a teasing blessing from above to sarah and she found herself leaning into it. The deep massages into her tight and tense muscles felt amazing.

The water changed now, apparently needing a bit to warm up, not to any hot degree, but marginally above a luke warm which was a remarkable improvement. Dianna guided her back a couple steps as the water began to cascade down sarahs head.

Grabbing another glob of white slipper soap from the shower dispenser she lathered up her hands once more and began washing Sarahs breasts.

Sarah hissed as the soap stung through the bites on her nipples but offered no complains as it quickly faded. Dianna worked her way down Sarahs body now.

Being able to finally inspect the damage from the night before. Her pussy was swollen and red, her thighs black and blue, her hands shook as she reached forward to gently clean her.

Sarah moaned in pain as the soap began to sting, causing Dianna to pull away. Eliciting a confused stare from sarah

"Why did you stop?" She asked tilting her head.

"Because it hurts you!" She replied gesturing towards sarahs battered nether regions.

"You didnt hurt me, he did, they did... you are trying to help" sarah responded reaching out and pulling dianna back to her.

"Besides, i told you i love it, i crave it." She continued. "I want you to hurt me..." sarah said as her hand slowly glided down diannas shoulder to her hand before guiding it to her pussy. It burned as her soapy fingers slid between her lips, yet it unleashed a flood of her lubricant to flow out in preparation of someone new taking their pleasure from her.

Dianna began to gently guide her fingers around sarahs pussy, cleaning every part as gently as she could.

Sarah began to soap up her mistresses hair as Dianna thuroughly cleansed her pussy.