`` An unexpected journey ''

Neha stood in front of the mirror, staring at her petite 5'2 frame, straightening her blueing blouse, before moving to the shortstop she had paired with them. Noticing a slight defect on the right leg, she turned to change it, before stopping herself. It was an educational trip after all, that too with her senior baby and her supporter. Dropping the plan to change her shorts, she began to apply sunblock to her face, preparing for the hot sun that beat down outside.

As she applied the cream generously over her ellipse face, before rubbing some more on her forehead and over her eyelids, she again paused to agree herself out. Barring the fact that she had some albumen strokes of superfluous cream making not so artistic lines on her cheeks, she looked pretty much the way she wanted to appear. At 19 and just out of her first-class honours degree year in a girls'college, Neha may sustain some half-baked musical theme about what the world wanted a fille to look like, but no one could deny that she was pretty. If her father were to be believed, it was her almond shaped eyes, rare for her community, set on a slightly elongated face, with high brow and perfect lips, which made her the cynosure of all middle. That those centre had hitherto been those of ageing aunts, street riffraff and ofcourse her prude of a Sister, was not her faulting. As she adjusted the unbowed berm length hairsbreadth which completed her visage, she was filled with the all too familiar longing to be appreciated by a man. With her looks, why would n't they ? But first of all, she 'd take in to detect a way of evading her sister 's iron cargo hold, something she 'd not yet been able to do. Sighing, she reminded herself that it was an educational stumble after all.

'' Neha ! '' Somewhere from the depths of an all too familiar existence, came the voice of her mother. Neha looked at herself once more, then rubbed the sun blocker to a greater extent evenly over her side. This done, she headed downstairs, to see Mangala and her friend Ria standing around what looked like their luggage. THeir female parent was standing a short away, by the kitchen retort, asking if they would take anything else.

'' Mom if I needed anything else, I 'd take added it already. Now if you 'd do as I asked you to, maybe your daughters will be able to just hitch the train. '' typical Mangala. Neha sighed again, as she descended the stairs. Halfway down, however, Mangala noticed the phantasm, and promptly shifted her ire onto her untested sibling. `` My lamb baby missy, if you could kindly get your things prepare instead of staring at your cranium, we 'd all be much obliged. '' It took Neha a few moment to show the Son cranium, instant in which Mangala had covered the space between them, and was pushing her up the stair like a carrier bag of potatoes.

Once the stunned girl was in her room once again, Mangala wasted one breathing time complaining about the tidy sum in the way, before shifting to particular. `` Did you pack all I asked you to ? ``

'' Yes sis, all in that bag. ``

'' goodness. Extra bombardment for the photographic camera ?'

'' Yes ''

And so it went on, till Neha was quite sure they 'd spend the day checklisting every clause in her room. This, after Mangala had personally supervised her packing the night before. `` What 's that big bulky object sticking out of the haversack ? '' Before she could answer, her babe had fished out her favorite stuffed toy out of the bag, and was holding it like the evidence of some henious law-breaking. `` Did I not specefically ask you not to include this ? '' Neha gave a sullen look. The teddy flew into the wardrobe, and her sister stomped out. From the rear of the stairs came a footnote to subscribe to her mobile and get her stuff and nonsense downstairs in five second base. Openly swearing now, Neha finished packing, intentionally placing the toy back in the bag. This done, she picked up her cellular phone and bag, before running a spry check for anything she 'd left behind. Nothing except ... ..her eyes spotted an stretch object sticking out of her underwear drawer. On a hunch, she picked it up and stuffed it into her bag. All done, she headed down, wondering if the educational slip would be allowed to remain just that.

An hr and another stuffed toy related arguing later, Neha found herself in a gear compartment with 50 more smelly females, all of whom were desperately trying to hide their consistency odour with a kind of aromatic compounds. None were succeeding, her rhinal senses informed her, as she somehow managed to force between Apsara, who looked more like the rotund mother of an angel than an angel herself, and her baby 's friend Ria. Much to her rest period, Ria proved to be more amiable company. Ria was 21, and easily stood a foot over Neha. A born jock and dancer, her figure reminded one of the feature film of the female statuette which adorned the bulwark of temple. `` 36C-28-40 '' Neha made a mental guess of the girl 's statistic.

To her embarassment however, she found Ria staring at her as she was just rounding off her round ass. Looking away hurriedly, Neha pretended to be admiring Apsara, something which drew an appreciative grinning from the heavy young lady. Unfortunately, the smile only made her look even more like someone 's mother-in-law, and Neha was forced to look away. Right in front of her, two conservative-looking girls were poring over something in a script filled with numbers. One of them met Neha 's stare, shifting with disapproval to the shorts she was wearing. Exasperated by the answer she was getting, yet fearful of looking at Ria again, Neha moved her head in random directions for a few min. Everywhere she looked however, she was met with inquiring, sometimes disapproving looks. They seemed to say `` What 's your business organisation here kid ? '' They were right. This was a 3rd twelvemonth trip, and had her Sister not used her influence to get an extra tag for her, there was no way she 'd induce been in the gear at that here and now. On instant thought, maybe getting bored for two yearn summertime months was better than going to a bunch of rock candy cut caves with a bevy of malevolent looking girls. And where exactly was her sister ?

Ria seemed to read her cerebration. `` Feeling out of place eh ? It happens. Your sister is busy with the ticket-checker, probably haggling over something. '' Neha had no option but to look at her now, and she was again struck by Ria 's feature of speech - only this time, they were facial nerve. Neha noted, with admiration the fact that Ria too had an oval face, but her eyes were big and round. So too were her rim, the light pinko on them going well with her light cutis note. Like all girls Neha knew, Ria had disgraceful pilus, made into curls which fell gracefully along her shoulders. Now, as she spoke, she gently brushed one of them aside. Before she realized what she was doing, Neha had reached out and was gently stroking those silky whorl.

If Ria found her behaviour strange, she showed no mark of it. Instead she let her ally 's sister stroke her hair, running her foresighted white fingers through the inkiness mass, gently pulling it till it gave way. Instinctively, she moved one, then all, fingers from the hair to the reasonable buttock. ineffectual to break eye touch, Ria felt diffuse finger's breadth glide ever so gently over her face, till they covered her nerve, moving over her nose towards her forehead.

Suddenly Neha was aware of a cough behind her, and turned to see Apsara looking at her with an verbalism like that of her female parent. Nonplussed, she stared true ahead, at the two little girl. They too had noticed the more than friendly fondness of this stranger towards their schoolmate, and in all likelihood would experience coughed, nay belched if Apsara not obliged. they now looked at her with an expression akin to the close towards a heretic. Unable to return to Ria after what had transpired, Neha instead settled in for a war of glares.

She did not jazz how long she kept up the unequal battle, but eventually she tired of constantly giving stares which were more in the domain of her sister. Instead, she got up, and without casting so much as a look towards the objective of her unexpected affection, she headed towards the pot. Unfortunately, news appeared to have travelled fast, for she got speculative stares and the occassional giggle from many of the charwoman. Reaching the threshold, of the compartment, she realized it was spread, allowing the out-of-doors countryside to rush by. More importantly, after the suffocating atmospheric state of the slip, she found the cool air rushing in from the fields, refreshing. Evidently it had rained sometime in the region they were passing, and Neha settled down to enjoy the breeze.

With the child's play however, the sentiment of Ria seemed to turn back. What had she done ? On the look of it, all she had done was admire the beaut of a person of the Same grammatical gender. But as everyone in the compartment probably knew by now, the manner of admiration had exceeded the definition of favorable touching by a international mile and more. Somehow, she 'd matt-up attracted to the fille as she 'd not been to any former person. Had Ria too admired her ? She 'd always wanted to be admired by a man, but at that moment she desperately wanted to be appreciated by Ria. Unknowingly, she 'd train a infatuation on Ria.

As she pondered in depth the developments of the previous half hour, she did not note another figure emerge behind her, and stand silently for a moment. It made a motion as if it 'd prefer to go back, then stopped. Sighing, it lowered itself beside the retrospecting girl. Getting no reaction from her, she gently placed a bridge player over the miss 's thin shoulders. The girl almost jumped out of the wagon train in surprise, before stammering `` Wh ... .who ? Oh ! '' Her attempt at hiding the shock of seeing the very mortal she 'd been thinking about, was hardly concealed. Ria gave her a assure flavor, then settled beside her, admiring the countryside as it raced past them. It did n't serve, as she could smell Neha trembling beneath her. Trying to still her down, she moved closer, till their shoulders met. Now she could feel her entire body vibrating with the shudder emanating from the girl beside her.

Neha felt Ria shift key closer. though she now had sizeable cause to look at her, Neha somehow could not bring herself to count at her. Why had she get along ? To distinguish her that what she did was wrong ? Being the sister of the most priggish miss in the world, she 'd see the speech a million metre, and had become immune to such comment. Still, this was not her babe, but the miss she ... .Neha forced her mind to say the word `` like '', but she knew her nous had formed a different word. A Bible which Ria seemed to somehow sense, for she withdrew her hand. Yet she did not leave, but stayed there, staring straight ahead.

mo passed. Neha cast a fleeting glance at her baby 's friend, who seemed so different from her sister, yet so upstage right now. What was she thinking ? Neha cast another coup d'oeil, and this time Ria met her gaze. Their eyes were locked onto each other, and again Neha found herself drifting somewhere she knew she mus n't go. Strangely, it seemed that Ria ... ..Ria had broken the gaze, looking away, her eyes blank. Neha continued to stare, unable to break her gaze away from the beautiful face before her. Yet she too looked away after a moment, realizing that she had again drifted into dangerous water system. But, had Ria followed her, even for that minutest fraction of a secondment ? Neha could n't order.

They sat as before, each staring ahead. Yet now Neha had a burning at the stake desire to know what the early cerebration, and raised her eyes towards Ria again. Before she could study her in any detail, however, one of the girls from the compartment appeared at the edge of her visual sensation. Quickly, she looked away, her ears nevertheless noting a giggle from the intruder before she disappeared into one of the toilet kiosk. Neha could not have a bun in the oven it anymore. Seeing no reaction from Ria, she decided to get up, perhaps go into some empty compartment, drop time alone. As she tried to get up, Ria suddenly reached out and grabbed her arm.

As their eyes met, she saw Ria mouth a single word `` delay ''. Neha settled down again, wondering why she needed to wait, and for what. Still, this was the first chemical reaction she 'd got from the young lady after the second lustful moment, and she was n't about to disobey. Ria made no advance foretoken of knowing her, and as the minutes ticked by, Neha increasingly began to distrust that they were waiting for the giggling girl to leave. Her guess was right. After an eternity, the fille emerged and headed back, serenading the couple with another snigger.

As soon as she was gone, Ria jumped up, grabbed Neha roughly by the arm and with surprising strength, yanked her up. Before she knew anything, Neha found herself flying across the vestibule, into another compartment. This was evidently the initiative class compartment, for on each side were doors leading into cabins. Ria chose the second, and peered in. It was empty. From the expression of matter, all of them were discharge. following moment, Neha felt herself shoved into the cabin, with Ria following, shutting the room access behind her.

Ria now turned around, staring at an equally breathless Neha. For the first time the two of them were alone, away from all the others. Neither of them made a relocation, till Neha could take it no more. Tentatively, she took a step towards Ria, her speedy breathing adding to the sense of despair that animated her feature of speech. Ria instinctively took a footstep back. Neha stopped, then slumped down on a berth, looking out of the window. Ria waited another bit, before taking a seat. To Neha 's surprise, it was not diametrical, but beside her.

'' Neha ... .. ''

Neha did n't want to seem. So far she 'd been convinced that Ria had been offended by her advance, and had come to shed light on matters out. But if that was the case, why drag them in here ? This secluded place was LE apt for apologies than for ... ..'Neha .... '' Neha could n't digest it anymore. She looked, and was surprised to see a strange look in Ria 's eyes. Before she could agnise it, Neha was looking deep into Ria 's eyes again, and this time, Ria came forward, till they were right-hand beside each early. As if on cue, Neha 's hired man moved towards her face, resuming what had been rudely disturbed earlier. This clock time however, her hands seemed determined to explore more of Ria 's feminine beauty. Barely realizing it, Neha moved her bridge player slowly over Ria 's moist lips, gently running over the soft flower petal before slowly parting them with her finger. Her optic fixed on Ria, her index digit began to drive harder, till it was pushing against a bony barrier. Harder, and she felt Ria open her mouth a slight. Warm air wafted out, drifting over Neha 's hired man, causing her finger's breadth to advertise harder, till it was inside her backtalk. As it began to research her buccal cavity, Neha could feel her desire growing inviolable, forcing her to push in a bit, then a third digit. But fingers were not enough.

Her collaborator lag, was quicker in analyzing the situation. Having been surprised by the lustfulness the untested lady friend felt towards her, she 'd waited till she could be sure of it. Never the one to go about anyone directly, she 'd played the office of the surprised girl to perfection. Now that she could be sure, she felt she could numerate on ... ..Ria 's attention was distracted by one of Neha 's nails brushing against her sensitive cheeks. Yet the very distraction brought back memory board of an earlier time, with a unlike someone. `` So exchangeable '' she thought, `` even exactly Lapplander. '' Suppressing the urge to laugh at the sense of deja vu, she instead decided that the risks were now minimal. She might as well get on with it. In a moment, she had effected it. Neha 's wet finger's breadth were now in mid air, her torso turned around skilfully till it was flat upon the berth. Getting the familiar sense of being in control, she lowered herself onto the fille, wondering if she would taste just like ... ...

Her partner, surprised by the sudden red of ascendency, was soon in the pure seventh heaven of her first lesbian buss. . She now felt sure she 'd always wanted Ria, Ria 's gentle lips to be exact. She felt sure her magnet was primeval, something which she 'd not clearly realized. Why how when. Neha 's mind asked in a removed voice, one she was familiar with in her fiddling room back nursing home. A room where she 'd longed for a man 's reach. Now ... ..in this alien compartment, it seemed everything had changed. She 'd found pure jazz, and that too in a woman who was her sister 's best Quaker. But again, did she care ? She did n't disoblige to reply. Instead her lips pressed harder, taking Ria 's lower lip in an amourous embrace, delighting in the tasting of another female. Pulling out slowly, she caught the pink petal again, prolonging the embrace, even as her eyes looked ever deeper into Ria 's ball, asking a million query and getting what solution, she knew not.

For the briefest of moments, Neha came up for air, before going back to charm the upper lip. Unconsciously her hands, moved closer. As she continued to buss, her manus moved into the fellow silken refuge of Ria 's mane, stroking it like she would stroke a lover 's. Strangely, Ria seemed to be beginning to respond as well, her heart betraying a luxuria that pushed aside confusion, even as her breathing became faster, seemingly matching the musical rhythm of Neha 's heart.

Yet Ria seemed to require more, and faster. Stopping mid-kiss, she pulled away, and looked deep into the other young woman 's eyes. side by side moment, she plunged into another kiss, but one which was faster, more libidinous and for Neha, more ravishing. Before she knew it, her lips had been parted, and a writhing extremity had penetrated it, pushing past her teeth, seeking her tongue. Neha did n't need to follow : her tongue was found and engaged in passionate play by the invader. Not bothering to wonder what had occassioned this variety, Neha lay there as Ria explored her sass, running along her cheeks, dentition and what not, even as Neha 's own occupier extremity gave it persistent pursual.

Just as she seemed to be settling into a rythm, Ria broke away again, this time to go away from Neha 's view. As the surprise girl raised her header to inquire, she was suddenly pushed down as something soft connected with her neck opening, moving up and down, running something slippery and warm, planting a grand kisses on it. Neha raised her paw to hold this invisible assailant, running her finger gently through the hair which she so loved, as Ria ravaged her neck and berm as she 'd earlier done with her backtalk.

'' Unhhh '' a moan escaped Neha 's back talk, relating to what she knew not, but expressing the deep desire which was overflowing inside her, demanding that either she or Ria get hold of her trunk to a state of ecstacy she 'd never before experient in her sprightliness. The movements on her cervix stopped, and reappeared on her rim, kissing hard, eager to pick out in as much of the early as human anatomy would allow. Neha 's hands now wrapped around Ria 's shoulders, leave her to press harder against her torso, till they could turn one. Ria replied by running her hands through Neha 's hair, making waves and patterns which only served to perk up her more.

They were kissing faster now, kissing with baseless abandon, their tongues chasing each former, flicking and entwining, till one would come up for breath. And then back again. Neha was now pressing harder into Ria 's dorsum, digging her nails into the easy flesh, wanting to rive her completely privileged. As they writhed, she was also aware of her bosom mashed against hers. Those perfect breasts ! As Ria came up for air, she wedged her manus between their bodies, such that she was now cupping one of her lover 's tits.

Ria paused, looking intently into the eyes of her lover. Then she slowly raised herself, till she was straddling Neha. As Neha looked on, Ria gave her the faintest of smiles, before removing her blouse. Before she realized it, Neha was staring at Ria 's bra-clad breasts. Yes they were indeed big, thought Neha ; any guy would die to have a duo like hers to play with. A moment later, as Ria began to unhook her bra, she realized that she was the lucky guy.

The fact that Ria made short circuit piece of work of stripping down to her shank, meant that Neha was now looking directly at Ria 's breasts. As she 'd guessed, they were quite expectant, almost weeping. Yet, they appeared house, without any More sag than that expected of such magnanimous ball. punter still, as she looked on, she could almost see her nipples growing in size, till they were almost halff an inch long. As if to harbour her, Ria lazily raised her arms, till they were interlocked above her caput. The movement caused an ever so slight bounce in the boobs, but it was decent to make Neha 's luxuria for those tits ungovernable. Strangely, Ria lowered her script in time to bear on her back down.

Instead, she moved her hands up Neha 's body, feeling her piano abdomen, before reaching her pap. Not as prominent as Ria 's but also house, they were subjected to some mollify pressure through the soft fabric of her wearing apparel. Then, as Neha raised her hired hand again, seeking the enticing fruit hanging from Ria 's chest, she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her chest of drawers - Ria was mauling her titty hard.

'' Ahhh ... '' the nonvoluntary moan caused Ria to pause for a consequence, then re-start the cruel squeeze. She now positioned her work force till they were each cupping a tit. As Neha realized that Ria 's hands were just the proper size of it for her knocker, she felt Ria 's digit dig deep into the delicate chassis, sending pang of excruciation through her body, along with Muriel Spark of sensual Passion of Christ. Squeezing till Neha was sure her fingers had penetrated her figure, she held them there, looking bass into Neha 's middle. As Neha tried to focus through the blinding bother, she saw that Ria 's expression had changed. It was no longer that of a confused girl, but one of a hungry female, who was determined to take away everything she wanted from her spouse. And evidently, she wanted it fast.

For the fraction of a second base, Neha felt the pressure on her nipple relax, then they were trapped in those vice like finger again. spoilt, she moved her hands up and down, mashind the absorbed melons against each other, causing Neha to let out another groan of painful sensation. Again she held it for what seemed like an eternity. Then the fingerbreadth relaxed, and Neha lowered her promontory, hitherto craning upwards to beg clemency of her devotee. As relief flooded her tits, she barely heard the binge of fabric. Yet she did notice the coolness of the cabin air on her bare abdomen, and a moment later, was shocked to find a blade appear out of nowhere. As her mind became fully aware of her quandary, she saw the vane lower itself onto her shoulder, before moving slowly over her tegument till it was under her bra strap. She felt a tug against her breast, as if it was being pulled up, then an sharp release. Her bra strap had just been sliced into two. standardized destiny met the former strap, and thereafter Neha felt the knife in the valley between her mounds. The strait of fabric being cut met her capitulum, and then cool off air brushed across her spiritualist tit.

Stunned by the growing, she was nonplussed to observe that even after disposing so callously of her wearable, Ria still had the knife in her handwriting. Was she planning on killing her ? As a feeling of panic began to make her breathe faster, she found the tongue hovering over her chest, dangerously near her buffeting heart. She knew raising her mitt would be useless - she had been defeated without a trace of difficulty earlier, and Ria had n't yet shown what exactly she was intending to do. Neha had no intention of ending her life lying below a Lesbian slayer.

As her psyche raced, and her gist throbbed in her throat, Ria lowered the knife trough it was lying over her allow for nipple. With an expression of eagerness, she began to run the flat of the sword over her teat, causing the sum to react to the cold sword. The knife now moved from one nipple, over the space between her breasts, to the other. A exchangeable intervention followed, making Neha feel that her spunk would explode in her chest. The tongue was now raised, till it hovered once again, this time over her face. Neha knew that even if Ria dropped it, Neha stood to drop off some share of her face. Her eyes fixed on the Damocles'sword, she became aware of the hand on her tit again. This sentence it gave a playful squeeze, before reaching for her nipple. For a bit it lay there, just as the knife had done, feeling the hardness of the pap above a Benny Hill of fogginess. Then it slowly captured the hill between two fingers.

Next moment, Neha, fixated as she was to the insanely weapon system hovering above her, felt an acute pain at the tip of her tit, which spread quickly over the repose of it, informing her of a new generator of agony. snag welled in her eyes, causing her to voice what her physical structure had been screaming in her creative thinker recollective before. `` Please Ria, it hurts ! ``

Ria merely raised the tongue to her own lips, in a motion telling her to abide tranquillity. Neha noticed how Ria had changed. She now looked not only athirst, but also grievous, like a lioness over her prey. Neha had begun to enquire if she 'd made a fault by lusting after this seemingly favorable girl. Did she hate her sister ? Was she taking out all the angst against Mangala on the younger girl ? Illogical as it may seem, it appeared to be the only explanation, rather the solitary explanation she could obtain for the rapid change in her quandary. The other option, Neha shuddered to intend, was that somehow Ria enjoyed causing pain.

Ria let go of her tit, only to assail the other, this time twisting her nipple knockout, causing Neha to beg with growing despair. To be dependable, she 'd at one clip or the other masturbated to videos of little girl being punished, and the pain, though great, was something she 'd expected from a less than gentle lover. What terrified her, rather, was the fact that Ria was behaving in a sadistic manner, one which told her of gravid tribulations lying ahead.

As she pondered over these, she saw Ria 's mind disappear again, along with the knife. Next moment, she felt something warm enclose her allow nipple. Unrestrained this time, she saw Ria 's header latching onto the tit, sucking it like it was going to yeild Milk River. Inspite of the pain ( and she could make out some of the topmost scar on her tit ), Neha could n't help but wonder at the novel sensation that was beginning to trend through her eubstance. Having been freed temporarily ( she guessed ) from any new agony, she became more acutely cognizant of the soft pull on her breast, which was causing her sexual urge, momentarily overwhelmed by pain, to mature again. During the numerous bedtime visit into the human beings of her sexual illusion, she 'd enquire what it would be like to be sucked on by an adult. Now, it was all coming truthful, in the strangest of circumstances, and though she was fully cognizant that this lull in Ria 's brutality may be deceptive, she could n't aid but seek Sir Thomas More of Ria 's soft rima oris, lapping and sucking at her erect nub. Finally raising her decent helping hand, she placed it gently on Ria 's chief, and was relieved to find no impedance. Emboldened, she began to urge her palm harder against Ria 's pass, uncoerced her to suck harder. Ria seemed to follow, causing Neha to get steadily more call forth.

As Ria 's ministrations continued, Neha 's intellect began once again to think of pleasure, and pleasance alone. She began to compress her bruised breast against her tormentor 's face, raising herself in the hope that Ria would thus get more of her tit into her mouth. Rather conversely, Ria stopped, raising her pass from the girlfriend 's chest. Her oculus disclosed nothing, and Neha wondered what she 'd done to abort the sexual act. Slowly, Ria raised herself, till she was once again straddling Neha, her gallant boob bouncing. If Neha had hoped that she 'd be allowed to absorb on them, she was again disappointed, for Ria now moved off completely, lowering herself onto the floor. Before Neha could trace, however, Ria casually picked up the blade from wherever she 'd get out it, and made a unmarried threatening motion towards her. In another moment, she was dressing up, and then, she was gone.

Neha lay there, as if she was still under the threat of the knife. Eventually, the emptiness of the cabin brought her to her senses, and she raised herself, massaging her brusied breasts as she did so. As the assuredness air conditioned air began rear goosebumps across her back, she realized her quandary. Ria had, by tearing her clothes ( and taking them ), left her practically confined to the cabin unless she wanted to publicly humiliate herself. 'Probably get raped too. '' Neha thought, recalling the fact that the guards and just the ticket checker were not known to be of flawless ethical motive. Her brain told her she should be cursing herself for lusting after Ria, but she could n't quite bring herself to do so. After all, Ria had given her such obscure delight, and as the pain subsided, Neha began to inquire if being with Ria the half lover half sadist, may not be such a bad proposition after all.

Having nothing to do for now, Neha 's persuasion began to delve into fantasy once again. She wondered if Ria was experienced, if she 'd had sex with former charwoman before. there was nada to prove it, yet something in her forceful, domineering character told her that even if she had not, she would likely know everything about sapphic sex, there was to know. And Neha wanted to witness out. After all, now that she had taken the dip, the plunge that had left her naked yet strangely fulfilled in an empty cabin, she might as well learn to a greater extent. Maybe, she could spend the Night with Ria, making love till ... ..

A audio outside caught her aid. It seemed someone had opened the doorway to the first class compartment, and Neha could n't be sure if it was Ria or one of the sentry duty. Somehow she did n't want to hide herself from Ria, but ... ... Spotting the small space below the modest place, she quickly crawled into it. Moments later, the room access opened, and Neha could draw out a brace of military rush framed by the unfold room access. The trespasser had evidently hoped to notice mortal, and for a instant he stood there. Then, he abruptly turned and walked off, the sound of operose rubber dying away. He had left the door open, and Neha could n't be sure if he had left for good, or was merely consulting a confrere. Her heart still in her mouth, Neha lay as still as she could for a patch, before crawling out and moving as softly as she could to the threshold.

Peering out, she saw specify enactment devoid of life, but vox in the length. What should she do ? If they ran a thorough hunt of the cabin, they would surely find her. Even if she was left unmolested, it would be a terribly embarassing to be discovered au naturel before so many missy. News would unfold like wildfire ... ... as Neha scrutinised the end of the corridor from where the sounds were coming, she suddenly found a svelte figure standing beside her. Jumping back in threat, it was a moment before she realized it was Ria, back with their bag and a shirt. Without a tidings, she threw the shirt at the nonplussed girl, and raced off in the counselling opposite to the one towards which Neha had been looking.

For a moment, goose egg seemed to get to sensory faculty. The sound of a voices nearing, however, suddenly cleared up her headspring. Pulling on the shirt somehow, she saw the guard and the just the ticket checker moving towards the open door of the compartment. Her marrow in her mouth, she made a dah for it. She had no idea where Ria had gone, or where she was supposed to go. All she knew was that she had to get away, and the only option seemed to be to hold on track. Cabins whizzed past her as her eyes desperately searched for any sign of Ria. She was nearing the end of the compartment, and soon she would be at another hall. Should she decelerate down ? She realized too late that it was n't an alternative, as a build materialized before her. WHAM !

Next moment she was lying flat on the floor, or more correctly, upon person who was lying directly on the story. Whoever it was, however, was undaunted by this rape, and quickly pushed Neha off itself, before dragging her by the hair into the cheeseparing cabin. pain guesswork through her nous, eclipsing all others, but Neha had no time, much lupus erythematosus breath, to hollo. Three irregular later, she was laid down categoric on the floor, and the room access securely closed.

Instantly her hired hand went to her poor hair, but it did n't preclude her from realizing that it had been Ria who had reacted so swiftly to Neha 's headlong arriver, and had used a brutally effective method acting to conceal her before the two men found them. Now as she lay moaning and heaving, Ria squatted over her as before, only this time, there was forbidding importunity written all over her face. Lowering herself till she was inches from Neha 's typeface, Ria recklessly undid two buttons of the hastily donned shirt. Finding her leftover tit, she squeezed it hard, forcing Neha to focus on the girl above her. Again, no words were spoken, but from gesture, Ria made it exonerate that they would have to be absolutely quiet till the two men left. Neha wanted to add, `` if they left '', but she guessed the older girl already knew this.

But silence clearly did not correspond with inactivity in Ria 's Holy Scripture, for she was soon fondling Neha again. Softly at first, as if to get the bearing of what she 'd left. Then harder. Neha 's shirt was opened again, but Ria made no polarity of wanting to smack the succulent buds. Instead, she furnished two malign looking clamps from her pocket ( inspite of the care of inevitable painful sensation, Neha could n't help marvel how a daughter could be so resourceful, unless ... .she had planned for it ! ). Neha watched in wide-cut eyed horror as one of her still erect nipples was slowly captured by the clamp, before it closed over it. `` Unhhh ... .please Ria ! '' adjacent import, a stinging pain on her go away impudence had joined the pain coursing from her tit, and she opened her tearfilled centre to see Ria giving her a stern spirit, one finger on her lips. Unfortunately, the spate also included the vista of the early clinch, which was in the mental process of descending upon its helpless victim. ineffectual to look, Neha felt the pain all the more acutely as the clamp secured the second pap. ineffective to moan, and pretty certain that Ria would leave them on, Neha began to sob quietly.

As hot binge rolled down her cheeks, she felt Ria tug at the cloth lying on either English of her. In a consequence it was gone. Ria now got up, till Neha could see her towering over her, the crotch of her knickers directly above her chest. For a terrific moment, Neha thought she would lower herself onto the clamp-held tits, but she moved off. Instead, she seemed to be bending over something. Though every motion, even the heave of her chest, seemed to increase the pain in Neha 's boob, she raised herself to see what Ria was upto. She was surprised to see her rummaging in Neha 's bag. Eventually, she fished out thr ee bras, each of a dissimilar invention. Selecting the most sheer of the lot, she dumped the others in the bag, and returned to the supine lady friend. In a quick apparent motion, she grabbed one clamp and yanked it so hard that Neha felt her tit would be ripped off. Instead, she found that her body had responded by moving to a sitting position.

Ria moved behind the girl, and was raising her limp arms, so as to pull the bra shoulder strap over her shoulders from the front. This done, she hooked the bra behind her, pushing the clamps into odd positions, thereby causing the poor missy further torture. As split now flowed freely down her cheeks before landing upon her anguished cleavage, Ria forced the daughter to suffer up, this time by pulling her hair. Staggering up in a pain-filled fog, Neha felt her go bit of respectable wearable, her short shorts, being pulled down, before her step-in followed. Another slap was however needed, before Neha stepped loosened stepped out of them. Now standing practically naked ( worse than raw, Neha told herself, realizing how lewd her bra-encased clamped tits were looking ), the girl saw Ria motility around the girl, checking her out. Satisfied, she grabbed one of her ass face, and squeezed it concentrated. Neha, fearing another round of excruciation, instinctively moved away, but Ria merely pulled on her hair to end this resistance.

Instead, she moved away, rummaging in her own bag this time. Out came what looked like a very narrow down belt, some magnetic tape and scissor grip. Leaving the beltlike cat's-paw for the sentence being, Ria picked up Neha 's panty from where they 'd fallen, she balled them up and held them before Neha 's oculus. Seeing the absolutely confused look in her eyes, Ria chuckled, before landing another laborious smacking on her right field cheek. As Neha opened her oral cavity in a scream, it was brutally cut myopic by a ball of cotton which was wedged snugly between her lingua and speed teeth. Still stunned by the unexpected violation, Neha provided no resistance as the old lady friend calmly cut out five in of the thick mag tape, and glued her lips shut with it. To be rubber, another length of tape was soon complementing the former, at a diagonal to it.

Effectively gagged, Neha saw Ria take out a length of roach, with which she first made a cringle around a low grip protruding from an operating expense AC vent, probably for pulling it down once the ass were loosened. This done, Ria tugged at it, noting the lack of movement of the panel. Neha realized now what the girl was intending to do, and she began to back off. She was almost at the doorway when she felt a familiar tug on her pilus. yelping, she felt herself pulled back roughly. Should she scream ? Her creative thinker told her she could n't with the gag on. Still, she could easily rip it off. Why had n't she ? Inspite of her obvious predicament, somehow, something prevented her from helping herself, or for calling out for help. The fear of embarassment ? the fear of rape ? Or some perverse magnet to the girl who was in the summons of devising steadily more degrading and hurtful elbow room of torturing her ?

As her unconnected judgment gave no signals, her hobble mitt were grabbed and attached rougly to the terminal of the R-2. Ria climbed upon the table between the bunk to make a complex of knots which soon had Neha tied securely, like some tool from a string. bad, the way she 'd been tied, her metrical foot were barely touching the reason, while her scurvy weapon were in an odd diagonal, unsupported and hurting. Whether Ria had intended this, or this odd position was all she could manage with the rocking of the gearing and the Angle at which she had to do the job, Neha could not enjoin. All she could tell was that with her substructure barely touching the ground, the rocking of the train was all the more noticeable, and she felt that at any moment she might loose remainder, and commence danging mid air by the exercising weight of her bridge player. Worse, she might bring the AC grill panel and whatnot upon herself.

While Neha had been trying to fruitlessly correct herself, Ria had returned with the belt-like instrument. If Neha had known better, it was really a lash of sorting, disguised to look like a belt so that the owner did not get questioning spirit when it accidentally came out. However, as Neha was to learn, it was just as effective as a normal whip, perhaps, on story of its girth, even more.

Ria now stepped back to admire the girlfriend. Again, remembering of an before encounter flooded her mind, making her half wish that her current victim would be more cocky, would try to get out and fight back, just like the earlier one had done. Then, she 'd thought such resistance as a handicap, but now, she realized it was half the fun. Sighing nostalgically, Ria wondered where that showtime girl was now, and how she would unite her with her present victim. That was in the future, she reminded herself : for now she must train this girlfriend, though to be honorable Neha seemed to be betraying a signified of attraction which made her task far easier. Indeed, Ria would have rewarded her for such devotion, but training came first. Opening the door just a piffling bit, she checked the corridor. As she had hoped, the men had gone, deceived by the remnant of Neha 's wearable she 'd left in another cabin on the former side of the compartment. `` estimable, '' thought Ria, `` I have to get this done soon. '' Closing the threshold, she looked at the short girl, in whose heart the swoon expectation that she would leave her alone, was dying out. Ria smiled, as she advanced with the dangerous objective in her hand, boulder clay she was almost touching her dupe.

Unlike her first victim, this one seemed almost on the wand of passing out. It would be a shame if she did - after all, readying did not include taking smelling common salt. Still, if her number one victim was anything to go by, she would only become Sir Thomas More aware as the session progressed, and Ria knew she never hurt one enough to work her offer out from nuisance. It took away all the fun. Almost laughing at the lady friend 's plight now, she stepped back.

whang ! The sound of the whip whistling through the air, before landing hard on a captive 's delicate body, was something Ria always relished. She relished even more the hapless yelping of a gagged girl, who was being tortured for the showtime metre in her life history. The lash, to be true, had landed on stomach, and the daughter was now trying to back off. Ria had anticipated this, tying the greyback tight enough to foreclose her from going beyond a certain distance without leaving the ground. The rocking of the wagon train made subject worse for the young woman. As if to mock her endeavor at safety valve, the place between the beths was sufficient for tying up a girl and whipping her, but everytime she tried to escape, she would hit one of the berths. This now happened, the girl being wedged in the corner made by one of the berths and the table.It gave Ria the discrete notion of a at bay rat, terrified of the feline approaching it.

Ria knew she could whip Neha to a bright red in the current position, but she was never one to use her whip indiscriminately. She now raised the whip again, allowing Neha to admire the weapon for a full two secondment, before landing it on her sura. Neha jumped and lost her Libra the Scales, hitting the table and being forced forward to regain her basis, due to the shortness of the bail above. Ria used this occassion to land another hard blow, veracious across her clamped mammilla. Stunned by the thirdly rape, Neha now fell back onto the table, before being forced to somehow run forward again.

Ria could n't serve it anymore. Lowering the whip, she broke out laughing, which grew as she noted the lean line that the whip had made across her tit, the bra providing stint tribute to her tits. Yet Ria the moment Ria realized that her tits had some blanket, she brought out the scissors. Beginning with the leave cup, she slowly began to cut out the weird swelling at the center of the cup. This freed up the clamp, and it stuck out of the bra like a impossibly long nipple. The former cup followed, and Ria let the pieces of cloth fall away.

Grabbing Neha, she roughly pushed the lost girl towards the other side of the cabin, till she was almost at the doorway. This allowed Ria ample 1 to Neha 's blotto cigarette. Though she always had a preference for tits, she could n't help but admire the round suppleness of her muscles, which clenched involuntarity in sleeveless expectancy of where the following black eye would go. Yet for a few mo Ria paused to admire her fair game again. Neha was slender than the former girlfriend, and her ass Sir Thomas More blotto. She could just imagine how a dildo would look, sticking out between those globes. Ria smiled - what Neha lacked in sprightliness, she more than made up with a killer organic structure.

Whack ! Neha felt as if a knife had been run across the length of her back. She would feature believed that that was indeed the case, had she not known what was in Ria 's hand. Ever since the crop had begun flying, she had been in one endless nightmare, trying to flee what was impossible to run from. To crap matters sorry, not only were the lashes hard and unpredictable, with each reverse, her scurrying only added to the pain in her manpower. By now she was sure her joints were about to pop out. Yet she could n't simply support there and take the pain could she ? Crack ! This snow landed between her bare ass cheeks, periliously close to her anal mess. She lost her balance again, and tumbled to one side, hitting the berth and bouncing off, her armpit flaring up in the in vogue of serial publication of painful experiences.

But it was far from over. As Neha turned to see where the next blast would come, the following shock indeed landed on her side, making her jump like a scared cat. As she moved to one side, so as to forfend getting the following one at the Saami spot, she saw the whip rise again, and state on her left leg. Again, she lost her Libra the Balance, and crashed into a moorage, this meter hitting her shoulders. And so it went on. Every time Neha would move, she would get a whiplash on a unlike part of her body. Though her mind told her that flight was impossible, her body tried on, getting exhausted, and developing a grave strain in her hands. All the while, Ria continued to look on with an expression of amusement, which somehow, Neha feared but could not hate. Somehow, even when torturing her, when making her run around like an animal in a cage, there was something alluring about the daughter, something which Neha knew would constitute her arrest even if she was on the verge of decease. Somehow, she was attracted, fatally perhaps, to everything Ria, including the sadistic voodoo for hurting her.

Ria watched with growing amusement as the miss kept on trying to escape the puff. Eventually she felt her whip arm tiring, and knew her other arm would n't be capable to whip her one-half as well. Neha too seemed to be tiring, and Ria realized that she might either do perm damage to her tied hands, or may pass out. She landed a final exam set of whiplash to the clamped tits, causing the clamps to fly in all management, bringing forth clean moans and looks of desperation from the exhausted female. Flexing her muscles, Ria now threw the party whip on one of the berths, before sampling the salty fluids which were freely flowing down the female child 's face. This done, she gently stroked Neha 's straits like a dog, before gently probing her pussy. She had intentionally left her kitty unmoved, such that it was most responsive when she began to fuck her. But showtime, she decided that it was time to check upon the girls, and find a way of getting her first off prisoner, into the cabin. Undoing the alliance which held the girl vertical, she allowed her to collapse onto the floor. Using the freed rope to tie her legs, she checked the gag, then walked out, making certain that no one saw her emerge.

As Neha drifted off to a fitful, exhaustion induced eternal rest, her persecutor made her way swiftly to the exit of the compartment. Thankfully, no one had locked anything. Even more thankfully, her first confined had probably guessed what was happening. After all, she had followed the instuctions relating to Neha to the letter so far, and would probably know what was expected of her right now. Congratulating herself on her first-class training, Ria opened the door to the girlfriend'compartment and realized that dinner was being served. Swiftly, she inquired about the whereabouts of her 1st victim, and soon found her, overseeing the serving of food. Pulling her digression, she instructed her to guide to the first class compartment spiritual domain. 'Yes mistress', she replied, as she had done so many sentence earlier in these two year.

Once she was gone, she approached the slate chequer and the guard duty, who looked at her with expectant eyes. `` Has she .... ? '' she asked. Both nodded, barely capable to obscure their excitement. `` Give me half an time of day. '' They nodded again, and Ria went back in, resuming her earlier seat opposite the two conservative girls. They paid no attention to her. Apsara was gone, and Ria stretched herself. Training was tiring, if pleasurable and she was hungry. Further, though she would have preferred to starve Neha and the former girl, she knew she would have to smuggle intellectual nourishment out for them. Thankfully, it seemed that her beginning victim, who should have by now joined Neha, had anticipated this. Sitting where Apsara had been, were three nutrient coterie. Smiling, she hid them with a mantle, before getting on with her work.

'' Err ... .Shilpa ? '' she barely recalled the name of one of the girls, though they studied together. `` It 's Shilpi '' the girl answered.

'' how rude, she deserves everything that 's coming to her. '' thought Ria as she quickly told them that there was a problem with their tickets and that Mangala had asked her to inform them about it. They had better talk of the town to the ticket chequer. The two exchanged disturbed coup d'oeil, not bothering to doubt the earnestness of Ria 's statement. Once they had hurriedly finished their food, Ria asked them to call for their baggage in typesetter's case they had to relocate to some other compartment. This done, she led them out. It could n't be helped that they became a spectacle, but she was sure her first 'love', rather imprisoned, would address it. She led them straight into the pantry car, where the two men were waiting, smoking cigarettes. Once the girls stood right in straw man of them, Ria smiled at them.

'' Do I have a settlement ? '' she asked in English, knowing the two girlfriend were poor in it.

'' Sure sure '' the two men replied in unison. Ria smiled, nodded at the confused girls, and exited the compartment to the jarring line of female screams.

Meanwhile, in a number one course of instruction cabin, Mangala had just discovered her baby lying in a state of mess, with red line of products crisscrossing across her dorsum. Her hired man were tied and her she was gagged. As she digested the full implications of what had happened to her, she ran her hands gently over the red lines, which turned her sis 's bonnie flesh into a chequerboard. Turning her over, she saw that the short girl 's bra had been cut out, two with child clamp attached on her nipples. Reaching down to absent one, she though the better of it. Instead she paused to admire the unshakable melon vine of the girl, which she had seen often, but for the first sentence, in this `` new '' way. Not certainly why she did it, she gave one of the clamps a gentle tug, causing the flesh to wax with it, before falling back with a bounciness. She repeated the process with the other clinch, harder this time. Neha made a slender movement, and Mangala let go. Instead, she cupped the tit, marvelling at its fulness. No wonder boys lusted after her - Mangala 's sweet and devoid sister, who was just embarked upon an unpredictable journey into the unnamed.

Though seeing her sister this way made her need to lessen her torment, she knew better than to do anything about it. Instead, she realized that she was feeling as strange, unacceptable sensation in her loins, one which told her that her Sister would be a neat fuck. For a full five minutes she resisted the impulse, forcing her mind instead to inquire what all her sister had been through. This her head easily guessed, and as she pictured the torture, she felt the urge growing stronger. Finally, her head told her that there was no way the sadist who had done this to her sister would make life sentence any easier for Neha, and she might as well get a few loving minute between sempiternal session of torture. Lowering herself till her titmouse touched the clamps, she placed her wide lips onto those of her babe.

Ria quickly exited the compartment, and entered the first class one, this time without pausing. Her plan so far was working perfectly. She felt no pathos for Shilpa and her ally. Or was it her sister ? Maybe she 'll never have a go at it. When the two creature were done with them, they would either be dumped beside the tracks or sold. Either way, since they stayed in the hostel, it would be calendar month before their parents came to contain, and by that meter, she was certain she could fix up something. Perhaps she would n't need to, if what she was now planning went well.

Reaching the cabin door in a dozen stride, she banged on the doorway. A moment later, a mark looking female opened it, with another lying gagged and bounds in the background signal. Wordlessly, she strode in, leaving it to the firstly young woman to close the threshold. Once she turned after doing it, she found Ria inspecting the girl on the storey. Smiling at the sleeping physique, Ria got up, and nodded at the other girl. The girl knew what was expected of her. For the foremost few twenty-four hours of her preparation, she had not, and then had refused to know. Her stubborness had been dealt with in the harshest way possible, with her body being left one-half suspended in water system for a to the full January night. To her relief, and subsequent discouragement, her excellent immunity prevented pneumonia, though she went down with a fever. Worse than febricity, though was the experience of being in icy cold water for hours on end, almost totally au naturel. Coupled with debacle and fag Burns, she had not only con to do what she was about to do now, but also a plethora of hard, degrading and exhausting Service that her cruel kept woman demanded of her. If she still maintained an air of haughtiness, that was simply because it served her schoolmarm'purposes. Inside, she was her personal sex slave.

The slave now began to get out of her clothes. Ria had ruined tons of her dresses, sometimes ripping them off, more often cutting them at special space, so as to plow the mean value of defending her reserve into instrument aiding her mortification. She did not need to destroy her in vogue frock, and got out of it before Ria could lose interest in the edge girl. Now in her lingerie, the female child waited for her kept woman to fall in the signaling. Many a times, she would ask her to keep her lingerie on, though again it would serve purposes diametrically opposite to what they normally were meant for. On this occassion, she got the signal to strip completely, and with a feeling of guilt at how completely she had fallen under Ria 's magic spell, she stripped off her dress with a signified akin to relief.

Next moment, she was on all quadruplet, crawling towards her possessor like the bitch she was. Ria paid no pastime to this development till the little girl was literally at her feet. Now she allowed the little girl to slay her jeans, and then her panty, exposing her hairy gash to the female. Ria now got up and sat down on Neha 's bounce soundbox, positioning herself upon her thigh. As the striver changed direction, Ria casually opened her legs, allowing the female child to bring down herself to the spirit level of her vagina. The hard worker began with lenify licking, flicking the outer fleshy folds. Ria knew she had had to train her quite a lot to teach her the art of eating out another woman, but today she was n't in a mood to test such art. Grabbing a fistful of the daughter 's haircloth, which was done up in a ponytail, she pushed her harder into her erotic love hollow. The girl between her legs realized that her kept woman was impatient today, and began licking harder. Grabbing her head with the other deal, Ria responded to this cause by reaching below her to fondle one of her striver 's pendulous knocker. Those tits, easily 38DD, were one of the intellect she had chosen her, and not one of the more beautiful ( and athletic ) missy. Had she known then that she would experience such a great cunt of a sister, she would definitely receive broken both. As it were, she was only vaguely aware of Neha public treasury she saw her a couple of days back. Now, she was grateful that she had indeed chosen such a slut.

Her script reached one of the wakeless flesh carrier bag dangling from the striver 's pectus, and she cupped it for a bit, adjusting herself so that the owner of the nipple could keep on her work at her cunt. As the girl lapped intemperately, she squeezed the tit hard, finding the elongated teat easily. Taking it between her quarter round and forefinger, she twisted it cruelly, causing the slut to heave into her snatch. Laughing, she released the tit, focussing on getting maximum pleasure out of the drive of her trollop. She could finger the fleshy tongue probing knockout at her, seeking her clit, then finding it and flicking it, then moving off to reach circles and rule on her pussy paries before returning to the most raw piece of her vagina. Ria had taught her well, too well, she realized as she felt herself heading towards the tiptop of coming at breakneck speed. But she made no exploit to decelerate down, allowing her slave to proceed up the pace.

'' Ahhh ... ..faster you bitch. lick like your life depends upon it. '' She could not be sure that the young lady, with her head trapped between her Ria 's second joint, heard her correctly, but Ria made no try to change anything, apart from grabbing her hair with both handwriting and pushing her head further into her slit, till she was sure the girl could harldy breathe. But the knuckle down knew better than to pause, going harder and faster, licking desperately at the slick magazine walls, burying herself in the fluids it produced, which were currently coating her cheeks, eyes, nose and indeed her wholly side, matting her hair as it did so.As she flicked her clit again, she felt the missy 's wooden leg stiffen.Next moment she was writhing in orgasm, thrashing like a crazed beast atop the bound young lady, with her slave being drowned in her cum between her peg.

For what seemed like an infinity, the striver felt waving after wave of her mistress'cum wash over her, till she believed that this time she would surely be drowned. Finally, the legs on either side of her went limp, and she was thrown away, hitting the situation and collapsing beside it. As her bosom bounced on her pectus before coming to stay, she saw the girl staring at her, with a salmagundi of jolt, repugnance and discouragement. The slave sighed, and looked away. very much as she knew that this was bound to pass sometime, it still hurt her to realize that her unseasoned sister, the sweet and barren Neha, had just seen her elder baby, the proud, haughty and priggish Mangala being used like an inflatable fucktoy. As the striver Mangala closed her centre, a tear escaped it, mixing with the cum flowing from Ria 's pussy.

As the afterglow of a mindboggling climax subsided, Ria raised herself to resume the two female. One, the one she had been with since break of day, was sparse, lissome and had small strong tit. Her babe, however, was slightly fat, but over her bulging tummy, she had two Brobdingnagian melon. Infact she had lusted after them from the first day she had met her. With some entertainment, she remembered the sidereal day she 'd spend wondering how to go against the haughty female child. In the end it had been ridiculously easy. Perhaps she had never been in such a position. More likely she had never had to use her sleeve to defend herself in her biography. Either way, one night when they were sleeping over at Ria 's lieu, she had grabbed her, and armtwisted the girl into giving her a long Lesbian buss. To be trusted, Mangala had put up much to a greater extent resistance than Neha had, but in the end Ria had won, and thus began Mangala 's descent into debauchery. She had been progressively broken, made to suck off all sort of men, and eventually act like a portable toilet for Ria. All that had been achieved months ago, but it was only recently that she had seen Neha, and Neha 's training had just begun. There was still a long, albeit gratifying way to go.

It was time to enhance Neha. As she bent down, she saw that Neha was indeed awake. On her side was a look of dibelief, coupled with hopelessness. Had she hoped that her sister would somehow deliver her ? It was not unnatural given the air of indomitability Mangala gave out to the away humans, albeit interspersed with session of slavery as the acquaint one. Supressing her desire to laugh at her naivete, Ria dragged Neha up. It was now rubber to unmake her bond certificate and gag, and these were skilfully done away with. Once bloodline surged back into Neha 's blazonry, the painful sensation in them seeemed to produce again. Yet she barely felt the nuisance, as the news that her Sister was infact a sex striver was yet to go down in. She saw the Ria solid ground a kick on Mangala 's back, and the little girl scurried up onto her knees, her eyes betraying add up submission.

Ria felt amused by the look of persist in surprise in her eyes. As she continued to calculate at this strange reunification, her creative thinker formed an idea. She grabbed Neha and forced her to stick out. Ria motioned Mangala to lay down, and pushed down Neha on top. However, she made her turn around, such that Neha, when she was finally lying on her elderberry bush sister, was staring at her baby 's pussy. Positioning Neha such that her legs were on either side of the older sister 's head, she grabbed Neha, one bridge player on her head the early on her ass. Pausing for a consequence to admire her ass again, she then pushed both downwards.

Neha found herself staring at her own sister 's twat, her wondered if she was to do what pornstars did in such circumstances. Her concern were confirmed when she felt a tongue, which could only be that of her sister, gently probing her twat. She tried to rip away, still unable to fathom the effect of being eaten out by her own sister. But Ria would give none of it, controlling her by the whisker. Realizing that she had no pick, tears began to form in her middle again as she extended her tongue to the brown gash. With utmost reluctance, she began to poke into the kitty with her tongue. However, clearly she was doing something wrong, for Ria pulled her up by the hair again. Using one of her hands, she pried assailable Mangala 's pussy opening, and pushed Neha into it. Neha, suffocated for the moment, had no pick to lick away at the garden pink inside of her sister 's slash.

As Neha slowly licked, Ria stood back to look up to the sight of the two baby eating each former out. `` the arrant family '' she thought. Just one affair was missing, her idea added. Going back to her bag, she searched for a dildo, and found it. Strangely, it was different from the one she had. It was thinner, but longer. As she wondered at its front, she realized that she had been going through Neha 's bag. Smiling at the fact that the `` innocent '' girl was not so barren after all, she picked it up and took out a bottle of lubricant from her own bag. Applying it generously over the dildo, she went back to the `` couple '', and settled down upon Neha. By now, Mangala 's ministrations had brought out a mediocre amount of juice from her vernal baby. Mangala 's own pussy was getting wet as well, but given the lack of expertness of Neha, Ria suspected it was more out of the sense of eating out Neha that Mangala was getting wet.

Having thoroughly lubed the dildo, Ria positioned it over Neha 's ass. As she did so, she saw the older sister 's optic, visible through the crack of Neha 's ass, beseech her not to read her jr. sister 's virginity. `` It 's your sister 's Mango ( the name by which Ria referred to Mangala, and specifically to her breasts ). She 's not so innocuous after all. '' Before she could digest the fact, Ria added `` And, it 's not for her pussy. '' Mangala 's reflection changed to one of jolt, as she realized what her mistress meant. A import later, she saw her fears turn into realness, even as her sister 's twat released increasing amounts of cum onto her face.

Neha was becoming steadily more aroused. She had given up the inadequate fight against her sister 's skilful work, her mind forcing her to accept the fact that just like when she 'd been tied up, no subject what she did, she would own to face the same fortune. This time, the fate was pleasurable, and she settled down to relish her Sister 's beating. Though Ria was no longer forcing her, Neha continued to lick at her Sister 's pussy, which rewarded her with succus she never knew her sister had. Unimaginable though it was, Neha realized that if indeed she was Ria 's striver, she would herself have cum hundred of meter. The very thought, instead of being repulsive, created a unusual urge in her, as she pictured Ria brutally breaking the haughty Mangala. Now she had given her Mangala 's kitty-cat to explore. Refusing to answer the questions her mind asked, she began to solve with heavy zip, seeking to witness the one daub which was sensible in every girl.

However, as she increased her pace, she felt something arduous touching her ass. Maybe Ria had kept something there ? She paid little attention, knowing that she was doing what her mistress ( her mind asked again, mistress ? ) demanded. Yet, the thing was beginning to press harder, right at the point where her asshole was. It could no longer be a co-occurrence - the matter, whatever it was, was going to enter her ! She now raised her head, and found her phonation for the initiatory clip. `` Please Ria, do n't put it there ! Please, I 'll do anything. ''

Her mind cruelly told her that she would anyhow do anything the miss wanted, and right now she wanted to fuck her in the ass. Ignoring her psyche as she had done so often today, Neha besseched her again. SHe got no reply, Ria too purpose upon forcing the foreing object down the resisting chute to put out. By now the dildo was pushing hard against her Virgo sphincter, and Ria felt nostalgic in thinking of the time she 'd get around in Mangala 's asshole, in the rear of a public lecture hall, even as the class went on before them.

Mangala had remained quiet. Neha however was already blabbering something, and Ria had to pause to swat away the weak hired man that was hovering around Ria 's waist. Infact, she turned around such that she was facing Neha 's ass, and her sister 's fount. Bending down to get a better looking at at her virgin ass, she began pushing harder, willing the resistance to cave in way. At the other end, Neha had guessed from what Ria told her sister that it was her own dildo being pushed into the wrong hole. Cursing her decision to bring it along, she clenched her dentition, unforced herself to brook this out in secretiveness.

Yet the pain was becoming unbearable. As she screwed up her face and bit her bring down lip, she suddenly felt the thing pause. For a hopeful moment she believed that Ria had given up, though she knew better than to believe a woman like RIa would give up on anything. She was right. A few minute later, she felt a bestial pain in her ass, which told her that her anal sphincter muscle had been totally violated, that her own dildo was now ensconed in her poop tube-shaped structure. Neha could n't bear it anymore. Opening her mouth, she screamed out.

It seemed like an eternity before secretiveness descended. She could cause stopped the scream with a heavily slap at any second, but having gagged the little girl for so long, she had been deprived of the joy of hearing a new slave scream. Now she heard the poor animate being wow in agony, reminding her again of the multiple fourth dimension her elder baby had obliged her schoolmistress the same way. Neha would too, Ria thought, but this would do for now.

Mangala meanwhile had diligently kept at her ascribe job, and even amidst the infliction she knew her babe was going through, her pussy had been giving out ample amounts of juice. When RIa had told her that her baby was not a Virgo, she had refused to trust it. But now she, being drenched in the fluids of her own Sister, did not quite finger so sure. Again, instead of bringing business organisation and pity as it would once hold, the thought merely brought excitement to the fille, making her add more of her own juice to Neha 's aspect at the opposite end.

Now, as she watched the dildo go in with a brute thrust, and the subsequent screaming, she knew how her baby must be feeling. As she continued to lick, she watched mesmerised as the dildo, thicker than the one that had been used upon her, went mysterious and deeper. Her sister 's ass muted the screams that were coming out of her Sister 's mouthpiece, and this allowed her to watch as the dildo, about 9 inches long, went in about halfway through. Then Ria pulled it out a little, and then it went deeper, almost seven inches. Ria now held it there, even as Mangala realized that at the pace at which she was going, Neha would cum soon.

Ria now began to pull it out a picayune, wondering if Neha had reached her limit. She still remembered breaking in the star student on her lap at the spine of the mansion house, but then only about 5 inches had gone in. Clearly her bantam sis could take more. Ria shoved in backrest harder, sending another half inch inside. She could see Neha 's ass muscles spasming, as she tried to eject the foreign target. But it was futile - her own choice of dildo, meant even without Ria holding it there, she would not be able-bodied to get rid of it. Infact, Ria removed her script, enjoying the way the dildo stuck there, rising and fallilng gently as her ass quivered. Looking directly at Mangala as she stared up at the dildo, she said `` Now your little puppy also has a tooshie. ``

At the former end, Neha could n't believe what was happening to her ass. She had been brutally impaled, and the affair would not locomote out. Crying now, she begged Ria again, but only secretiveness, coupled with the very light sounds of a knife lapping against a missy 's sex - her sex - came to her ears. Neha wondered if she would be able to tell on properly again in her life, but such thoughts were being periodically interrupted not only by the hurting in her ass, but the fact that her sis was carrying on with her task of taking Neha to orgasm. And as the vernal girl now realized, she was very close to success.

So close infact that Neha wanted to grind her kitty against her babe 's face. Since Ria 's weighting prevented it, she remained still, licking Mangala occassionally, but concentrating mostly on the pangs of pleasure that were emanating so close from her source of pain. Then suddenly, she felt Ria lead off pulling the thing out, and Neha instantly wished Ria had left it in there. However, all she could do was plead, or stare blankly at her babe 's rapidly moistening pussy. She did the latter, infact burying her face in the balmy folds, seeking comfort from the blinding pain in her sister 's individual component.

Mangala, by now determined to take her sister to orgasm, licked evermore furiously at her sister 's slit. Infact, she was trying to do respectable than what she did for her kept woman, since her intellect gave her the weird logic that Neha needed her more than did Ria. As she saw the dildo move out gradually, she felt something hard press against her own pussy, and the realization that it was her sister 's face, which had only been intermittently in contact lens with her, raised her excitement various sheepfold. Was she too trying to get her off ? Mangala knew Neha was inexperienced, so it was expected that she would not do a great job. Whatever she did, however, was dependable enough for her. Her finding increasing as the dildo finally exited Neha with a pop, she licked furiously, enjoying the slight buckling of her sister 's pussy over her.

Ria, having removed the dildo completely, noted the blood and shit it was covered in. Wondering fro a moment if she should get it cleaned by either of the little girl, she realized how end both were to orgasm, and she was determined to let a dildo in Neha 's pussycat the beginning time she was brought to a lesbian orgasm. Positioning the dildo, she plunged in inside again, causing Neha to enkindle her head to screech, before burying it again in Mangala 's pussy. Ria pushed it all the way in, and then pulled it out, noting all the while the way the two torso beneath her were beginning to worm in delight. Again the dildo went in, and came out - almost, before plunging in. Now she was moving it out faster, and still faster, drilling that round ass to the full.

As she did so, Neha, her face buried in Mangala 's puss, realized at the same clip that her babe appeared close to cumming, and also that the rape of her ass was causing a unusual sense. Where there had been pain before, there was painfulness still, but with a touch sensation of rape which was strangely arousing. As Ria went faster and faster, she realized that Mangala 's study and Ria 's rape were going to combine to fetch her to orgasm. Infact, she was now periliously close, the counterpart feelings of something going in and out, and something probing her, causing whiz of an saturation she 'd never felt before. And then she was at the edge. Instead of screaming out however, buried as she was in a pussy. she bit into it, grazing something like a nub in the outgrowth, as she felt her floodgates out-of-doors. At the other end, Mangala felt something movement deeper into her pussy, before touching her miss clitoris. The tone, coupled with the actualization that her sister had finally found her clit, was too much for her. She let out a long moan as her own pussycat exploded into the face of her younger sister.

As they came, Ria felt the young bodies writhing below her. Cum was gushing like a two headed fountain on either end, spraying both girls together, as if underscoring the fact that they were sisters. Ceasing to get laid Neha 's ass, Ria passively enjoyed the fruits of her endeavour - two slut sisters cumming to each other. What could be full ?

As the Twin orgasms subsided, Ria raised herself, kicking the exhausted Neha off Mangala. Neha rolled off, lying beside her sister, moaning softly. Mangala, however, was mindful of what Ria was up to. A minute later, she was slowly crawling up into a kneel stead, as Ria returned from her bag with two collar. She held them out to the senior girl, and Mangala instantly knew which one was hers. Taking it, she obediently fastened it around her cervix, such that in front dangled a tag which read Cumbitch. But her mistress held out the other one as well. Mangala realized what it meant.

Taking it, she crawled over to Neha, bending over her. She helped the exhausted lady friend onto her haunches, seeing the spirit of disconnected lust in her facial expression. Trying to smile as best as she could, she reached out and held the shoe collar before Neha 's eyes. Behind her, a phonation came `` WIth proper observance Cumbitch. ``

Mangala sighed within. Looking directly at Neha, she asked `` What 's your figure ? ``

Neha blinked in confusion. Why was her own sister asking her name ? `` Ne ... neha ''

'' No lamb, that 's not your name anymore. ``

Confusion increased on the girl 's face. Mangala held the tag close to the girl 's optic, remembering well the day, just after the issue had announced that Mangala had topped the year, when her own `` ceremony '' had taken lieu, her gold medal being stuffed up her ass in the process. Neha took her time to interpret it `` Fuckbunny ? '' SHe looked with renewed confusedness at her sis. Mangala nodded as she pushed back Neha 's hair, fastening the collar round her slender neck `` Fuckbunny ''.

Before Neha could digest this modification, Ria was fastening chemical chain to the rings dangling from the two taking into custody. Next import, she found herself trying to get up on her legs, but was motioned to stick around on all IV by her baby. As Ria began to contribute them out of the cabin and into the corridor, she finally realized her plight - she was now Cumbitch 's babe, Fuckbunny. As she looked at Mangala crawling beside her, she wondered what all she would take to brave in her new avatar. But before she could do so, her eyes fell on the two flesh bags hanging from Mangala 's chest. Somewhere, in some different cosmos, she may have been horrified by the thought of being carnally attracted to her own sister. But in this present existence, where she had just had sex with her, and been turned into a fuckpet for the miss who owned her Sister, nada seemed legitimate anymore.

Ria was almost at the door when she felt a thin tug on her chains. Turning around, she saw Fuckbunny was on top of her bitch sister, sucking away at those melon vine. Sighing, she watched for a minute, then tugged both leashes hard. Both girlfriend gagged, before separating, and crawling back into stance. Smiling, she turned around again, but only to find the ticket chequer standing before her.

'' Y-yes ? `` Ria felt flighty for the initiatory time.

'' We know what you did in there. Apart from smoking mourning band. ``

Ria stood there, not sure if she would be arrested or not. She had told them she would be stoned for the night, but things clearly had n't gone that way. THen, her vocalization trembling, she asked, `` S-so ? ``, noting as she said so, the number of sentry duty standing in the doorway behind him. `` S-so ? ``

'' Well, we thought we might get together in. ''

( may be continued )
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( written by Pandorius999 )

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