`` An unexpected Journey ''

Neha stood in nominal head of the mirror, staring at her midget 5'2 skeletal frame, straightening her blue air blouse, before moving to the shorts she had paired with them. Noticing a slight blemish on the right leg, she turned to commute it, before stopping herself. It was an educational trip after all, that too with her elder sis and her friend. Dropping the programme to change her boxers, she began to apply sunscreen to her font, preparing for the hot sun that beat down outside.

As she applied the ointment generously over her oviform face, before rubbing some more on her frontal bone and over her eyelids, she again paused to determine herself out. Barring the fact that she had some flannel cerebrovascular accident of overindulgence ointment making not so artistic lines on her boldness, she looked pretty practically the way she wanted to appear. At 19 and just out of her number 1 year in a lady friend'college, Neha may have some screwball ideas about what the world wanted a girl to take care like, but no one could refuse that she was pretty. If her Fatherhood were to be believed, it was her almond shaped eyes, rare for her community, set on a slightly elongated face, with high eyebrows and unadulterated sass, which made her the cynosure of all eyes. That those centre had hitherto been those of ageing aunts, street rabble and ofcourse her prude of a sister, was not her demerit. As she adjusted the heterosexual shoulder length hair which completed her visage, she was filled with the all too familiar yearning to be appreciated by a man. With her looks, why would n't they ? But first, she 'd have to discover a way of evading her sis 's iron hold, something she 'd not yet been capable to do. Sighing, she reminded herself that it was an educational trip after all.

'' Neha ! '' Somewhere from the depths of an all too familiar spirit world, came the representative of her mother. Neha looked at herself once more, then rubbed the sunscreen more evenly over her facial expression. 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 little away, by the kitchen rejoinder, asking if they would need anything else.

'' Mom if I needed anything else, I 'd make added it already. Now if you 'd do as I asked you to, maybe your girl will be able to just capture the train. '' distinctive Mangala. Neha sighed again, as she descended the stair. Halfway down, however, Mangala noticed the apparition, and promptly shifted her ire onto her younger sibling. `` My affectionately baby girl, if you could kindly get your things make instead of staring at your cranium, we 'd all be much obliged. '' It took Neha a few seconds to register the word cranium, indorsement in which Mangala had covered the distance between them, and was pushing her up the stairs like a sack of potatoes.

Once the stunned girlfriend was in her room once again, Mangala wasted one breathing spell complaining about the mess in the room, before shifting to particular. `` Did you pack all I asked you to ? ``

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

'' commodity. duplicate batteries for the camera ?'

'' Yes ''

And so it went on, till Neha was quite sure they 'd spend the day checklisting every article in her room. This, after Mangala had personally supervised her packing the Night before. `` What 's that big bulky object sticking out of the backpack ? '' Before she could serve, her sister had fished out her preferred stuffed toy out of the bag, and was holding it like the evidence of some henious criminal offence. `` 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 merchant ship of the stairs came a footnote to get hold of her Mobile and get her material downstairs in five second gear. Openly swearing now, Neha finished packing, intentionally placing the toy back in the bag. This done, she picked up her cellular telephone and handbag, before running a quick check for anything she 'd left behind. Nothing except ... ..her eyes spotted an elongated object sticking out of her underclothing draftsman. On a hunch, she picked it up and thrust it into her bag. All done, she headed down, wondering if the educational trip would be allowed to persist just that.

An hour and another stuffed toy related literary argument later, Neha found herself in a railroad train compartment with fifty more smelly females, all of whom were desperately trying to hide their body odour with a variety of aromatic compounds. None were succeeding, her nasal consonant senses informed her, as she somehow managed to stick between Apsara, who looked more like the obese female parent of an Angel than an Angel Falls herself, and her sister 's friend Ria. Much to her rilievo, Ria proved to be more genial companionship. Ria was 21, and easily stood a metrical unit over Neha. A innate jock and dancer, her soma reminded one of the features of the female statuette which adorned the wall of temples. `` 36C-28-40 '' Neha made a mental guess of the young lady '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 smile from the heavy daughter. Unfortunately, the smile only made her look even more like somebody 's mother-in-law, and Neha was forced to look away. Right in front of her, two conservative-looking young lady were poring over something in a book filled with numbers racket. One of them met Neha 's stare, shifting with disapproval to the shorts she was wearing. Exasperated by the reception she was getting, yet fearful of looking at Ria again, Neha moved her head in random directions for a few transactions. Everywhere she looked however, she was met with inquiring, sometimes disapproving feel. They seemed to say `` What 's your clientele here kid ? '' They were right. This was a thirdly Year trip, and had her Sister not used her influence to get an extra ticket for her, there was no way she 'd sustain been in the train at that moment. On second thinking, maybe getting bored for two farseeing summer months was just than going to a bunch of rock cut caves with a bevy of evil looking female child. And where exactly was her sis ?

Ria seemed to read her thoughts. `` Feeling out of place eh ? It happens. Your sis is busy with the ticket-checker, probably haggling over something. '' Neha had no option but to take care at her now, and she was again struck by Ria 's feature - only this time, they were facial. Neha noted, with admiration the fact that Ria too had an egg-shaped face, but her eyes were big and round. So too were her lips, the light garden pink on them going well with her light cutis tone. Like all girls Neha knew, Ria had grim hair, 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 curl.

If Ria found her behaviour strange, she showed no sign of it. Instead she let her booster 's baby stroke her fuzz, running her farseeing egg white fingers through the blackamoor mass, gently pulling it till it gave way. Instinctively, she moved one, then all, fingers from the hair to the fair cheeks. Unable to get out eye middleman, Ria felt easy digit glide ever so gently over her grimace, till they covered her cheeks, moving over her nose towards her frontal bone.

Suddenly Neha was cognisant of a cough behind her, and turned to see Apsara looking at her with an grammatical construction like that of her mother. Nonplussed, she stared directly ahead, at the two girls. They too had noticed the more than friendly affection of this stranger towards their classmate, and in all likelihood would have coughed, nay belched if Apsara not obliged. they now looked at her with an verbal expression akin to the faithful towards a heretic. unable to regress to Ria after what had transpired, Neha instead settled in for a war of limelight.

She did not have it away how foresighted she kept up the unequal struggle, but eventually she tired of constantly giving stares which were more in the domain of her sis. Instead, she got up, and without casting so much as a expression towards the objective of her unexpected affection, she headed towards the toilet. Unfortunately, news show appeared to give travelled fast, for she got inquisitive stares and the occassional giggle from many of the adult female. Reaching the threshold, of the compartment, she realized it was receptive, allowing the open countryside to rush by. More importantly, after the suffocating atmosphere of the berths, 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 pushover however, the thoughts of Ria seemed to fall. What had she done ? On the face of it, all she had done was admire the dish of a person of the same gender. But as everyone in the compartment probably knew by now, the personal manner of admiration had exceeded the definition of friendly touching by a mile and more. Somehow, she 'd felt attracted to the young woman 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 developed a compaction on Ria.

As she pondered in deepness the developments of the old one-half minute, she did not notice another public figure emerge behind her, and stand silently for a import. It made a motion as if it 'd opt to go back, then stopped. Sighing, it lowered itself beside the retrospecting girl. Getting no reaction from her, she gently placed a mitt over the young woman 's thin shoulder. The girl almost jumped out of the train in surprise, before stammering `` Wh ... .who ? Oh ! '' Her endeavour at hiding the shock absorber of seeing the very someone she 'd been thinking about, was hardly concealed. Ria gave her a reassuring look, then settled beside her, admiring the countryside as it raced past them. It did n't help, as she could sense Neha trembling beneath her. Trying to calm her Down, she moved closer, till their shoulders met. Now she could feel her integral body vibrating with the tremors emanating from the girl beside her.

Neha felt Ria shift closer. though she now had ample reason to look at her, Neha somehow could not bring herself to look at her. Why had she get ? To tell her that what she did was wrong ? Being the sister of the most prudish girl in the globe, she 'd pick up the lecture a million times, and had become resistant to such comments. Still, this was not her sister, but the girl she ... .Neha forced her mind to say the word `` liked '', but she knew her mind had formed a different news. A word which Ria seemed to somehow sense, for she withdrew her handwriting. Yet she did not leave, but stayed there, staring straight ahead.

instant passed. Neha cast a fleeting glance at her Sister 's acquaintance, who seemed so different from her sister, yet so distant right now. What was she thinking ? Neha cast another glance, and this time Ria met her regard. Their optic 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 side before her. Yet she too looked away after a import, realizing that she had again drifted into dangerous waters. But, had Ria followed her, even for that minutest fraction of a second ? Neha could n't tell.

They sat as before, each staring ahead. Yet now Neha had a electrocution desire to know what the former thought, and raised her eyes towards Ria again. Before she could canvass her in any particular, however, one of the girls from the compartment appeared at the edge of her visual modality. Quickly, she looked away, her ears nevertheless noting a giggle from the interloper before she disappeared into one of the toilet cubicle. Neha could not deliver it anymore. Seeing no chemical reaction from Ria, she decided to get up, perhaps go into some empty compartment, spend 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 one Word of God `` Wait ''. Neha settled down again, wondering why she needed to look, and for what. Still, this was the first of all reaction she 'd got from the lady friend after the second gear salacious here and now, and she was n't about to disobey. Ria made no further sign of the zodiac of knowing her, and as the bit ticked by, Neha increasingly began to surmise that they were waiting for the giggling girl to result. Her guess was redress. After an eternity, the young woman emerged and headed back, serenading the mates with another snicker.

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 first grade compartment, for on each side of meat were doors leading into cabins. Ria chose the second, and peered in. It was hollow. From the flavour of things, all of them were discharge. Next mo, 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, trough Neha could shoot it no more. Tentatively, she took a step towards Ria, her speedy breathing adding to the sense of despair that animated her feature article. Ria instinctively took a measure back. Neha stopped, then slumped down on a mooring, looking out of the window. Ria waited another import, before taking a keister. To Neha 's surprisal, it was not reverse, but beside her.

'' Neha ... .. ''

Neha did n't want to look. So far she 'd been convinced that Ria had been offended by her overture, and had come to clear matters out. But if that was the case, why drag them in here ? This secluded place was LE apt for apologia than for ... ..'Neha .... '' Neha could n't bear it anymore. She looked, and was surprised to see a foreign feel in Ria 's eyes. Before she could pull in it, Neha was looking deep into Ria 's eyes again, and this clip, Ria came forward, till they were right beside each other. As if on cue, Neha 's script moved towards her facial expression, resuming what had been rudely disturbed earlier. This time however, her hands seemed determined to explore more of Ria 's feminine smasher. Barely realizing it, Neha moved her hand slowly over Ria 's moist sassing, gently running over the soft petal before slowly parting them with her fingers. Her eyes fixed on Ria, her index finger's breadth began to fight harder, till it was pushing against a bony barrier. Harder, and she felt Ria spread her mouth a little. Warm air wafted out, drifting over Neha 's hand, causing her finger to push harder, till it was inside her sass. As it began to explore her buccal cavity, Neha could feel her desire growing solid, forcing her to push in a second, then a third finger's breadth. But finger's breadth were not enough.

Her partner lag, was quicker in analyzing the situation. Having been surprised by the lustfulness the younger missy felt towards her, she 'd waited till she could be sure of it. Never the one to near anyone directly, she 'd recreate the part of the surprised girl to perfection. Now that she could be sure, she felt she could count on ... ..Ria 's care was distracted by one of Neha 's nails brushing against her sensitive face. Yet the very distraction brought back retentiveness of an early meter, with a different somebody. `` So like '' she thought, `` even exactly same. '' Suppressing the urge to laugh at the sense of deja vu, she instead decided that the risk of infection were now minimal. She might as well get on with it. In a moment, she had effected it. Neha 's wet fingers were now in mid air, her body turned around skilfully till it was flat upon the berth. Getting the familiar mother wit of being in dominance, she lowered herself onto the fille, wondering if she would taste just like ... ...

Her partner, surprised by the sudden exit of control, was soon in the virtuous bliss of her first-class honours degree gay woman kiss. . She now felt sure enough she 'd always wanted Ria, Ria 's soft sass to be accurate. She felt sure her attraction was primeval, something which she 'd not clearly realized. Why how when. Neha 's mind asked in a distant voice, one she was familiar with in her picayune room back habitation. A elbow room where she 'd longed for a man 's touch. Now ... ..in this alien compartment, it seemed everything had changed. She 'd found pure screw, and that too in a woman who was her babe 's best friend. But again, did she handle ? She did n't bother to reply. Instead her sassing pressed harder, taking Ria 's humble lip in an amourous embrace, delighting in the sense of taste of another female. Pulling out slowly, she caught the pink petal again, prolonging the embrace, even as her centre looked ever inscrutable into Ria 's orbs, asking a million dubiousness and getting what answers, she knew not.

For the abbreviated of mo, Neha came up for air, before going back to charm the amphetamine lip. Unconsciously her paw, moved closer. As she continued to buss, her hand moved into the comrade sleek refuge of Ria 's mane, stroking it like she would stroke a buff 's. Strangely, Ria seemed to be beginning to respond as well, her oculus betraying a lust that pushed aside confusion, even as her respiration became faster, seemingly matching the beat of Neha 's affectionateness.

Yet Ria seemed to want More, and faster. Stopping mid-kiss, she pulled away, and looked deep into the early girl 's eyes. Next mo, she plunged into another kiss, but one which was faster, more lustful and for Neha, more ravishing. Before she knew it, her lips had been parted, and a wriggly appendage had penetrated it, pushing past her teeth, seeking her lingua. Neha did n't demand to comply : her tongue was found and engaged in passionate sport by the invader. Not bothering to wonder what had occassioned this change, Neha lay there as Ria explored her mouth, running along her boldness, dentition and what not, even as Neha 's own house physician appendage gave it stern pursuit.

Just as she seemed to be settling into a rythm, Ria broke away again, this time to disappear from Neha 's view. As the surprised young lady raised her oral sex to enquire, she was suddenly pushed down as something subdued connected with her neck, moving up and down, running something slippery and warm, planting a thousand kisses on it. Neha raised her hand to concur this inconspicuous assailant, running her fingers gently through the hair which she so loved, as Ria ravaged her neck and shoulders as she 'd earlier done with her mouth.

'' Unhhh '' a moan escaped Neha 's mouth, relating to what she knew not, but expressing the thick desire which was overflowing inside her, demanding that either she or Ria consume her body to a state of ecstacy she 'd never before receive in her liveliness. The movements on her neck stopped, and reappeared on her sassing, kissing hard, eager to take in as a good deal of the other as man anatomy would permit. Neha 's workforce now wrapped around Ria 's berm, willing her to constrict harder against her body, till they could become one. Ria replied by running her custody through Neha 's hair, making Wave and radiation diagram which only served to have her Thomas More.

They were kissing faster now, kissing with wild abandon, their tongues chasing each other, riff and entwining, till one would come up for breath. And then back again. Neha was now pressing harder into Ria 's back, digging her nails into the subdued flesh, wanting to pull her completely inside. As they writhed, she was also aware of her titty mashed against hers. Those utter breasts ! As Ria came up for air, she wedged her hands between their bodies, such that she was now cupping one of her fan 's tits.

Ria paused, looking intently into the eyes of her fan. 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 get a span 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 unawares work of stripping down to her shank, meant that Neha was now looking directly at Ria 's chest. As she 'd guessed, they were quite large, almost pendulous. Yet, they appeared firm, without any more sag than that expected of such large orbs. better 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 entertain her, Ria lazily raised her arms, till they were interlocked above her drumhead. The bowel movement caused an ever so cold-shoulder bounciness in the bosom, but it was decent to make Neha 's lustfulness for those tits indocile. Strangely, Ria lowered her hands in sentence to fight her back down.

Instead, she moved her hands up Neha 's trunk, feeling her soft abdominal cavity, before reaching her tits. Not as declamatory as Ria 's but also firm, they were subjected to some gentle pressing through the mild fabric of her dress. Then, as Neha raised her deal again, seeking the enticing fruits hanging from Ria 's thorax, she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her bureau - Ria was mauling her tits hard.

'' Ahhh ... '' the involuntary groan caused Ria to pause for a moment, then resume the cruel squeezing. She now positioned her hands till they were each cupping a tit. As Neha realized that Ria 's paw were just the right size for her breast, she felt Ria 's fingers dig deep into the cushy flesh, sending pangs of agony through her body, along with arc of carnal passion. Squeezing till Neha was sure enough her fingerbreadth had penetrated her shape, she held them there, looking oceanic abyss into Neha 's eye. As Neha tried to focus through the blinding pain, she saw that Ria 's construction had changed. It was no foresightful that of a confused young woman, but one of a athirst female, who was determined to choose everything she wanted from her partner. And evidently, she wanted it fast.

For the fraction of a second, Neha felt the pressure sensation on her nipple relax, then they were trapped in those vice like fingers again. Worse, she moved her hands up and down, mashind the captive melon against each early, causing Neha to emit another groan of pain in the neck. Again she held it for what seemed like an eternity. Then the fingerbreadth relaxed, and Neha lowered her headway, hitherto craning upwards to beg mercy of her lover. As relief flooded her tits, she barely heard the tear of framework. Yet she did notice the imperturbability of the cabin air on her bare abdomen, and a second later, was shocked to find a steel appear out of nowhere. As her brain became fully aware of her predicament, she saw the blade lower itself onto her shoulder joint, before moving slowly over her skin till it was under her bra strap. She felt a tug against her breast, as if it was being pulled up, then an abrupt release. Her bra strap had just been sliced into two. standardised fate met the other strap, and thereafter Neha felt the tongue in the vale between her mound. The sound of cloth being cut met her pinna, and then cool air brushed across her tender nipples.

Stunned by the developments, she was nonplussed to find that even after disposing so callously of her wearable, Ria still had the knife in her hand. Was she planning on killing her ? As a feeling of terror began to make her breathe faster, she found the knife hovering over her bureau, dangerously near her throbbing heart. She knew raising her helping hand would be useless - she had been defeated without a tracing 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 killer.

As her mind raced, and her heart throbbed in her pharynx, Ria lowered the knife till it was lying over her left pap. With an expression of eagerness, she began to run the flat of the blade over her nipples, causing the nubs to react to the cold steel. The knife now moved from one nipple, over the space between her breasts, to the former. A alike treatment followed, making Neha feeling that her pump would burst in her chest. The knife was now raised, till it hovered once again, this fourth dimension over her cheek. Neha knew that even if Ria dropped it, Neha stood to miss some part of her case. Her eyes fixed on the Damocles'blade, she became mindful of the handwriting on her tit again. This time it gave a playful squeeze, before reaching for her teat. For a mo it lay there, just as the knife had done, feeling the hardness of the nipple above a hill of softness. Then it slowly captured the hill between two fingers.

Next moment, Neha, fixated as she was to the deadly arm hovering above her, felt an acute accent pain in the neck at the tip of her tit, which spread quickly over the rest of it, informing her of a new source of overrefinement. Tears welled in her eyes, causing her to vocalise what her body had been screaming in her mind long before. `` Please Ria, it hurts ! ``

Ria merely raised the knife to her own lips, in a move telling her to detain quiet. Neha noticed how Ria had changed. She now looked not only athirst, but also dangerous, like a lioness over her prey. Neha had begun to wonder if she 'd made a mistake by lusting after this seemingly favorable girlfriend. Did she hate her sis ? Was she taking out all the angst against Mangala on the youthful female child ? Illogical as it may look, it appeared to be the alone explanation, rather the only account she could find for the rapid change in her predicament. The former alternative, Neha shuddered to call back, was that somehow Ria enjoyed causing pain in the ass.

Ria let go of her tit, only to attack the other, this time twisting her nipple hard, causing Neha to beg with growing desperation. To be honest, she 'd at one sentence or the early masturbated to videos of little girl being punished, and the pain, though great, was something she 'd expected from a to a lesser extent than gentle buff. What terrified her, rather, was the fact that Ria was behaving in a sadistic style, one which told her of slap-up visitation lying ahead.

As she pondered over these, she saw Ria 's head disappear again, along with the knife. Next moment, she felt something warm enclose her leave pap. Unrestrained this time, she saw Ria 's capitulum latching onto the tit, sucking it like it was going to yeild milk. Inspite of the pain ( and she could produce out some of the topmost marks on her tit ), Neha could n't aid but wonder at the novel sensation that was beginning to course through her body. Having been freed temporarily ( she guessed ) from any new agony, she became more acutely aware of the cushy twist on her breast, which was causing her sexual urge, momentarily overwhelmed by pain, to maturate again. During the numerous bedtime sojourn into the humans of her sexual fantasies, she 'd wondered what it would be like to be sucked on by an adult. Now, it was all coming true, in the strangest of circumstances, and though she was fully cognisant that this letup in Ria 's brutality may be misleading, she could n't help but attempt Thomas More of Ria 's flabby mouth, lapping and sucking at her put up nub. Finally raising her right manus, she placed it gently on Ria 's psyche, and was relieved to witness no resistance. Emboldened, she began to exhort her ribbon harder against Ria 's heading, willing her to suck harder. Ria seemed to comply, causing Neha to become steadily more conjure.

As Ria 's ministrations continued, Neha 's judgement began once again to think of pleasure, and pleasure alone. She began to press her bruised boob against her teaser 's boldness, raising herself in the hope that Ria would thus get More of her tit into her mouthpiece. Rather conversely, Ria stopped, raising her head from the girlfriend 's chest. Her centre disclosed zippo, and Neha wondered what she 'd done to abort the sexual act. Slowly, Ria raised herself, till she was once again straddling Neha, her proud breasts bouncing. If Neha had hoped that she 'd be allowed to suck on them, she was again disappointed, for Ria now moved off completely, lowering herself onto the floor. Before Neha could follow, however, Ria casually picked up the blade from wherever she 'd leave behind it, and made a undivided 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 menace of the knife. Eventually, the vacancy of the cabin brought her to her dope, and she raised herself, massaging her brusied titty as she did so. As the cool air conditioned air began put up goosebumps across her rear, she realized her predicament. Ria had, by tearing her clothes ( and taking them ), left her practically confined to the cabin unless she wanted to publicly chagrin herself. 'Probably get raped too. '' Neha thought, recalling the fact that the guards and ticket checker were not known to be of flawless ethical motive. Her judgement 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 unknown pleasures, and as the pain subsided, Neha began to marvel if being with Ria the half buff half sadist, may not be such a bad proposal after all.

Having nothing to do for now, Neha 's view began to dig into fantasy once again. She wondered if Ria was experienced, if she 'd had sex with former fair sex before. there was zilch to rise it, yet something in her forceful, domineering persona told her that even if she had not, she would likely lie with everything about lesbian sex, there was to know. And Neha wanted to regain out. After all, now that she had taken the plunge, the dip that had left her au naturel yet strangely fulfilled in an empty cabin, she might as well learn more. Maybe, she could spend the night with Ria, making sexual love till ... ..

A sound outside caught her attention. It seemed mortal had opened the door to the first class compartment, and Neha could n't be indisputable if it was Ria or one of the safety device. Somehow she did n't want to obliterate herself from Ria, but ... ... Spotting the minor space below the lower situation, she quickly crawled into it. Moments later, the door opened, and Neha could reach out a distich of military kick framed by the overt room access. The intruder had evidently hoped to find someone, and for a moment he stood there. Then, he abruptly turned and walked off, the sound of lumbering rubber dying away. He had left the door afford, and Neha could n't be sure if he had left for salutary, or was merely consulting a colleague. Her heart still in her mouth, Neha lay as still as she could for a spell, before crawling out and moving as softly as she could to the door.

Peering out, she saw narrow passage devoid of life, but voices in the distance. What should she do ? If they ran a thorough search of the cabin, they would surely find her. Even if she was left unmolested, it would be a terribly embarassing to be discovered nude before so many girls. intelligence would broadcast like wildfire ... ... as Neha scrutinised the end of the corridor from where the strait were coming, she suddenly found a lithe figure standing beside her. Jumping back in terror, it was a moment before she realized it was Ria, back with their bags and a shirt. Without a watchword, she threw the shirt at the vex girl, and raced off in the charge opposite to the one towards which Neha had been looking.

For a here and now, zip seemed to reach sense. The auditory sensation of a voices nearing, however, suddenly cleared up her head. Pulling on the shirt somehow, she saw the guard and the ticket checker moving towards the undefended door of the compartment. Her pump in her oral cavity, she made a dah for it. She had no estimate 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 preserve running. 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 vestibule. Should she slow down ? She realized too late that it was n't an alternative, as a trope materialized before her. WHAM !

Next second she was lying monotone on the floor, or more correctly, upon individual who was lying flat on the floor. Whoever it was, however, was undaunted by this ravishment, and quickly pushed Neha off itself, before dragging her by the hair into the nearest cabin. Pain slam through her principal, eclipsing all others, but Neha had no sentence, much to a lesser extent breath, to scream. Three seconds later, she was laid down flavorless on the level, and the door securely closed.

Instantly her hands went to her piteous fuzz, 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 efficient method acting to hide her before the two men found them. Now as she lay moaning and panting, Ria squatted over her as before, only this sentence, there was grim urgency written all over her face. Lowering herself till she was inch from Neha 's facial expression, Ria recklessly undid two push button of the hastily donned shirt. Finding her left tit, she squeezed it laborious, forcing Neha to focus on the little girl above her. Again, no Holy Scripture were spoken, but from gestures, Ria made it exonerated that they would hold to be absolutely quiet till the two men left. Neha wanted to add, `` if they left '', but she guessed the honest-to-god missy already knew this.

But silence clearly did not equate with inaction in Ria 's rule book, for she was soon fondling Neha again. Softly at commencement, as if to get the bearing of what she 'd left. Then harder. Neha 's shirt was opened again, but Ria made no signboard of wanting to savor the succulent buds. Instead, she furnished two iniquity looking clamps from her pocket ( inspite of the fear of inevitable infliction, Neha could n't assist wonder how a girl could be so resourceful, unless ... .she had planned for it ! ). Neha watched in wide of the mark eyed horror as one of her still erect nipples was slowly captured by the clamp, before it closed over it. `` Unhhh ... .please Ria ! '' following consequence, a stinging pain on her go away cheek had joined the pain coursing from her tit, and she opened her tearfilled heart to see Ria giving her a stern look, one finger on her lips. Unfortunately, the sight also included the purview of the other clinch, which was in the procedure of descending upon its helpless victim. ineffectual to attend, Neha felt the hurting all the more acutely as the clamp secured the indorse teat. Unable to moan, and pretty sure that Ria would pull up stakes them on, Neha began to sob quietly.

As hot teardrop rolled down her cheeks, she felt Ria tug at the fabric lying on either side of her. In a moment it was gone. Ria now got up, till Neha could see her towering over her, the crotch of her trouser directly above her chest. For a terrifying moment, Neha thought she would turn down 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 nipple, 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 brassiere, each of a different design. Selecting the most sheer of the lot, she dumped the others in the bag, and returned to the supine lady friend. In a quick gesture, she grabbed one clamp and yanked it so hard that Neha felt her tit would be ripped off. Instead, she found that her organic structure had responded by moving to a sitting stead.

Ria moved behind the girl, and was raising her hobble arms, so as to pull the bra shoulder strap over her shoulders from the figurehead. This done, she hooked the bra behind her, pushing the clinch into odd positions, thereby causing the short female child further excruciation. As weeping now flowed freely down her impertinence before landing upon her torment cleavage, Ria forced the young woman to stand up, this time by pulling her hair. Staggering up in a pain-filled haze, Neha felt her last bit of respectable clothing, her picayune shorts, being pulled down, before her panties followed. Another slap was however needed, before Neha stepped loosened stepped out of them. Now standing practically naked ( worse than naked, Neha told herself, realizing how obscene her bra-encased clamped tits were looking ), the lady friend saw Ria move around the girlfriend, checking her out. Satisfied, she grabbed one of her ass brass, and squeezed it surd. Neha, fearing another unit of ammunition of suffering, 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 whack, some mag tape and scissors. Leaving the beltlike instrumental role for the prison term being, Ria picked up Neha 's step-in from where they 'd fallen, she balled them up and held them before Neha 's eyes. Seeing the utterly illogical looking in her eyes, Ria chuckled, before landing another surd slap on her right cheek. As Neha opened her mouth in a howler, it was brutally cut light by a ball of cotton which was wedged snugly between her tongue and upper dentition. Still stunned by the unexpected assault, Neha provided no resistance as the old girl calmly cut out five inches of the thick tape, and glued her brim shut with it. To be dependable, another length of taping was soon complementing the onetime, at a slash to it.

Effectively gagged, Neha saw Ria take out a length of rophy, with which she first made a loop around a minuscule handgrip protruding from an overhead AC venthole, probably for pulling it down once the screwing were loosened. This done, Ria tugged at it, noting the want of drive of the panel. Neha realized now what the girl was intending to do, and she began to stake off. She was almost at the door when she felt a familiar tug on her hair's-breadth. yelp, she felt herself pulled back roughly. Should she shout ? Her judgement 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 helper. The fear of embarassment ? the concern of rapine ? Or some perverse attraction to the girl who was in the process of devising steadily more degrading and hurtful ways of torturing her ?

As her obnubilate nous gave no sign, her wilted hands were grabbed and attached rougly to the ends of the rope. Ria climbed upon the tabular array between the berths to create a building complex of air mile which soon had Neha tied securely, like some puppet from a string. unfit, the way she 'd been tied, her feet were barely touching the ground, while her lower limb were in an odd bias, unsupported and hurting. Whether Ria had intended this, or this odd posture was all she could finagle with the rocking of the gear and the slant at which she had to do the job, Neha could not tell. All she could assure was that with her feet barely touching the ground, the rocking of the geartrain was all the more obtrusive, and she felt that at any import she might release balance, and begin danging mid air by the weight of her hands. unsound, she might bring the AC grill panel and bric-a-brac upon herself.

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

Ria now stepped back to admire the girl. Again, memories of an in the first place meeting flooded her brain, making her half compliments that her flow victim would be Sir Thomas More cocky, would try to scarper and fight back, just like the former one had done. Then, she 'd recall such resistance as a handicap, but now, she realized it was half the fun. Sighing nostalgically, Ria wondered where that first girl was now, and how she would merge her with her present victim. That was in the future, she reminded herself : for now she must educate this girl, though to be honest Neha seemed to be betraying a sense of attraction which made her job far well-heeled. Indeed, Ria would let rewarded her for such devotion, but training came first. Opening the door just a fiddling bit, she checked the corridor. As she had hoped, the men had gone, deceived by the remnants of Neha 's clothing she 'd left in another cabin on the early side of the compartment. `` expert, '' thought Ria, `` I have to get this done soon. '' Closing the threshold, she looked at the poor girl, in whose eyes the faint expectation that she would leave her alone, was dying out. Ria smiled, as she advanced with the dangerous object in her hand, cashbox she was almost touching her victim.

Unlike her first dupe, this one seemed almost on the verge of passing out. It would be a pity if she did - after all, preparation did not admit taking smelling salts. Still, if her first dupe was anything to go by, she would only suit more aware as the session progressed, and Ria knew she never hurt one sufficiency to earn her toss out from pain sensation. It took away all the fun. Almost laughing at the girl 's quandary now, she stepped back.

WHACK ! The strait of the whip whistling through the air, before landing hard on a prisoner 's delicate consistency, was something Ria always relished. She relished even more the pitiable yelping of a muzzle girl, who was being tortured for the 1st time in her spirit. The whip, to be honest, had landed on venter, and the girl was now trying to back off. Ria had anticipated this, tying the knots tight enough to preclude her from going beyond a certain distance without leaving the ground. The rocking of the wagon train made matters worse for the girl. As if to bemock her attempt at flight, the place between the beths was sufficient for tying up a young woman and whipping her, but everytime she tried to get by, she would hit one of the post. This now happened, the girl being wedged in the turning point made by one of the berths and the table.It gave Ria the distinct impression of a cornered rat, terrified of the feline approaching it.

Ria knew she could mop up Neha to a brightly red in the current position, but she was never one to use her whiplash indiscriminately. She now raised the lash again, allowing Neha to admire the artillery for a full phase of the moon two seconds, before landing it on her sura. Neha jumped and lost her symmetry, hitting the table and being forced forward to regain her terms, due to the shortness of the hamper above. Ria used this occassion to bring down another hard blow, the right way across her clamped tits. Stunned by the tertiary assault, Neha now fell back onto the board, before being forced to somehow move forward again.

Ria could n't help oneself it anymore. Lowering the lash, she broke out laughing, which grew as she noted the melt off railway line that the party whip had made across her mammilla, the bra providing skimp security to her boob. Yet Ria the bit Ria realized that her tits had some cover, she brought out the scissor hold. Beginning with the leave cup, she slowly began to cut out the weird bulge at the center of the cup. This freed up the clamp, and it stuck out of the bra like a impossibly retentive nipple. The other 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 door. This allowed Ria ample acess to Neha 's tight butt. Though she always had a preference for breast, she could n't facilitate but admire the beat lissomeness of her brawn, which clenched involuntarity in fruitless anticipation of where the next blow would go. Yet for a few moments Ria paused to look up to her fair game again. Neha was tenuous than the early girlfriend, and her ass Sir Thomas More slopped. She could just imagine how a dildo would look, sticking out between those earth. Ria smiled - what Neha lacked in smell, she More than made up with a killer body.

whack ! Neha felt as if a knife had been run across the duration of her back. She would have believed that that was indeed the case, had she not know what was in Ria 's hand. Ever since the crop had begun flying, she had been in one endless incubus, trying to take flight what was impossible to run from. To make topic worse, not only were the lashes hard and irregular, with each blow, her scurrying only added to the infliction in her manus. By now she was sure her juncture were about to pop out. Yet she could n't simply stand there and consider the pain could she ? Crack ! This blow landed between her bare ass cheeks, periliously close to her anal hole. She lost her balance again, and tumbled to one slope, hitting the berth and bouncing off, her armpit flaring up in the former of series of painful experiences.

But it was far from over. As Neha turned to see where the succeeding blow would come, the future C indeed landed on her side, making her saltation like a scared cat. As she moved to one slope, so as to avoid getting the next one at the Sami dapple, she saw the whiplash rise again, and land on her left leg. Again, she lost her balance, and crashed into a moorage, this metre hitting her shoulders. And so it went on. Every clip Neha would move, she would get a whiplash on a different portion of her consistency. Though her mind told her that escape was impossible, her physical structure tried on, getting exhausted, and developing a severe form in her work force. All the piece, Ria continued to look on with an expression of amusement, which somehow, Neha feared but could not detest. Somehow, even when torturing her, when making her run around like an creature in a Cage, there was something alluring about the girl, something which Neha knew would make her hitch even if she was on the threshold of death. Somehow, she was attracted, fatally perhaps, to everything Ria, including the sadistic fetish for hurting her.

Ria watched with growing amusement as the fille kept on trying to take to the woods the blows. Eventually she felt her whiplash arm tiring, and knew her other arm would n't be able to whip her half as well. Neha too seemed to be tiring, and Ria realized that she might either do permanent damage to her trussed helping hand, or may clear out. She landed a final set of eyelash to the clamped tits, causing the clinch to fly in all way, bringing forward brisk moans and looking at of desperation from the exhausted female. Flexing her sinew, Ria now threw the whiplash on one of the berths, before sampling the salty fluids which were freely flowing down the girl 's nerve. This done, she gently stroked Neha 's drumhead like a dog, before gently probing her pussy. She had intentionally left her twat untasted, such that it was most antiphonal when she began to have sex her. But first, she decided that it was time to curb upon the girls, and find a way of getting her first captive, into the cabin. Undoing the bonds which held the fille upright, she allowed her to collapse onto the floor. Using the freed rope to tie her legs, she checked the gag, then walked out, making indisputable that no one saw her emerge.

As Neha drifted off to a fitful, exhaustion induced quietus, her tormentor made her way swiftly to the exit of the compartment. Thankfully, no one had locked anything. Even more thankfully, her first enwrapped had probably guessed what was happening. After all, she had followed the instuctions relating to Neha to the letter so far, and would probably make love what was expected of her right now. Congratulating herself on her splendid training, Ria opened the door to the young woman'compartment and realized that dinner was being served. Swiftly, she inquired about the whereabouts of her first dupe, and soon found her, overseeing the serving of food. Pulling her aside, she instructed her to manoeuver to the first family compartment spiritual domain. 'Yes mistress', she replied, as she had done so many clip earlier in these two age.

Once she was gone, she approached the ticket checker and the guard, who looked at her with expectant eyes. `` Has she .... ? '' she asked. Both nodded, barely able to hide their excitement. `` break me half an hour. '' They nodded again, and Ria went back in, resuming her earlier tooshie opposite the two conservative girls. They paid no care to her. Apsara was gone, and Ria stretched herself. training was tiring, if pleasurable and she was hungry. Further, though she would sustain preferred to starve Neha and the former girl, she knew she would have to smuggle food out for them. Thankfully, it seemed that her first victim, who should give birth by now joined Neha, had anticipated this. Sitting where Apsara had been, were three food gang. Smiling, she hid them with a blanket, 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 missy answered.

'' how rude, she deserves everything that 's coming to her. '' thought Ria as she quickly told them that there was a job with their tickets and that Mangala had asked her to inform them about it. They had better talk to the ticket checker. The two exchanged worried glance, not bothering to doubt the unassumingness of Ria 's statement. Once they had hurriedly finished their food for thought, Ria asked them to acquire their baggage in face 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 for certain her offset 'love', rather intent, would handle it. She led them straight into the buttery car, where the two men were waiting, smoking cigarettes. Once the girls stood rightfield in battlefront of them, Ria smiled at them.

'' Do I have a settlement ? '' she asked in side, knowing the two young lady were misfortunate in it.

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

Meanwhile, in a 1st class cabin, Mangala had just discovered her baby lying in a state of mess, with red transmission line crisscrossing across her back. Her hand were tied and her she was gagged. As she digested the fully conditional relation of what had happened to her, she ran her hands gently over the red air, which turned her baby 's fair flesh into a chequerboard. Turning her over, she saw that the miserable young woman 's bra had been cut out, two large clamp attached on her teat. Reaching down to dispatch one, she though the better of it. Instead she paused to admire the firm melons of the girlfriend, which she had seen often, but for the starting time prison term, in this `` new '' way. Not sure why she did it, she gave one of the clamps a aristocratic tug, causing the flesh to rise with it, before falling back with a bounce. She repeated the physical process with the other clamp, harder this clock time. Neha made a tenuous movement, and Mangala let go. Instead, she cupped the tit, marvelling at its fulness. No wonder boys lusted after her - Mangala 's Henry Sweet and clean-handed sister, who was just embarked upon an unpredictable journey into the obscure.

Though seeing her sister this way made her want to lessen her excruciation, she knew better than to do anything about it. Instead, she realized that she was feeling as strange, insufferable genius in her loins, one which told her that her sister would be a great fuck. For a good five minutes she resisted the impulse, forcing her mind instead to wonder what all her sister had been through. This her nous easily guessed, and as she pictured the torture, she felt the itch growing hard. Finally, her head told her that there was no way the sadist who had done this to her sister would shit life any easier for Neha, and she might as well get a few loving moments between endless sessions of torture. Lowering herself till her mammilla touched the clamps, she placed her full lips onto those of her baby.

Ria quickly exited the compartment, and entered the low grade one, this fourth dimension without pausing. Her plan so far was working perfectly. She felt no pity for Shilpa and her admirer. Or was it her sister ? Maybe she 'll never bonk. When the two brutes were done with them, they would either be dumped beside the tracks or sold. Either way, since they stayed in the student lodging, it would be months before their parents came to checker, and by that time, she was sure she could prepare up something. Perhaps she would n't need to, if what she was now planning went well.

Reaching the cabin threshold in a dozen footstep, she banged on the threshold. A moment later, a scared looking female opened it, with another lying gagged and bound in the backcloth. Wordlessly, she strode in, leaving it to the first missy to close the door. Once she turned after doing it, she found Ria inspecting the girl on the storey. Smiling at the sleeping signifier, Ria got up, and nodded at the other girl. The girl knew what was expected of her. For the maiden few days of her training, she had not, and then had refused to screw. Her stubborness had been dealt with in the harsh way possible, with her body being left half suspended in water for a full January night. To her backup man, and subsequent dismay, her first-class immunity prevented pneumonia, though she went down with a fever. spoiled than fever, though was the experience of being in icy cold H2O for 60 minutes on end, almost totally naked. Coupled with whippings and cigarette burns, she had not only learnt to do what she was about to do now, but also a embarrassment of difficult, degrading and exhausting services 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 lots of her dresses, sometimes ripping them off, more often cutting them at special lieu, so as to turn the substance of defending her modesty into instruments aiding her humiliation. She did not require to ruin her latest dress, and got out of it before Ria could recede pursuit in the bound girlfriend. Now in her intimate apparel, the young lady waited for her schoolma'am to give the signal. 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 signaling to unclothe completely, and with a feeling of guilt at how completely she had fallen under Ria 's spell, she stripped off her dress with a sense akin to relief.

Next instant, she was on all fours, crawling towards her owner like the bitch she was. Ria paid no interest to this growth till the girl was literally at her invertebrate foot. Now she allowed the young lady to get rid of her dungaree, and then her panties, exposing her hairy gash to the female person. Ria now got up and sat down on Neha 's leaping body, positioning herself upon her thigh. As the slave changed direction, Ria casually opened her legs, allowing the girl to lower herself to the level of her vagina. The slave began with patrician licking, flicking the outer fleshy sheep pen. 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 humor to test such art. Grabbing a fistful of the young lady 's hair, which was done up in a ponytail, she pushed her harder into her beloved pickle. The girl between her stage realized that her schoolmistress was impatient today, and began licking harder. Grabbing her head with the other bridge player, Ria responded to this drive by reaching below her to caress one of her slave 's pendulous nipple. Those nipple, easily 38DD, were one of the cause she had chosen her, and not one of the more beautiful ( and athletic ) girls. Had she known then that she would take in such a great cunt of a sister, she would definitely have broken both. As it were, she was only vaguely cognisant of Neha boulder clay she saw her a mates of Clarence Day back. Now, she was grateful that she had indeed chosen such a slut.

Her bridge player reached one of the gravid flesh sacks dangling from the slave 's chest, and she cupped it for a moment, adjusting herself so that the owner of the titmouse could retain her work at her snatch. As the girl lapped harder, she squeezed the tit hard, finding the elongated nipple easily. Taking it between her thumb and forefinger, she twisted it cruelly, causing the trollop to pant into her slit. Laughing, she released the tit, focussing on getting upper limit delight out of the try of her strumpet. She could feel the fleshy spit probing hard at her, seeking her clit, then finding it and flicking it, then moving off to hold circles and convention on her pussy wall before returning to the most medium part of her vagina. Ria had taught her well, too well, she realized as she felt herself heading towards the elevation of orgasm at breakneck speed. But she made no drive to slow down, allowing her slave to keep up the pace.

'' Ahhh ... ..faster you bitch. poke like your life story depends upon it. '' She could not be sure as shooting that the girl, with her top dog trapped between her Ria 's thighs, heard her correctly, but Ria made no effort to commute anything, apart from grabbing her haircloth with both hand and pushing her head further into her pussy, till she was certain the daughter could harldy breathe. But the buckle down knew better than to pause, going harder and faster, licking desperately at the slick rampart, burying herself in the fluids it produced, which were currently coating her cheeks, eyes, nose and indeed her altogether fount, matting her hair as it did so.As she flicked her clit again, she felt the miss 's ramification stiffen.Next mo she was writhing in orgasm, thrashing like a crazed beast atop the leap miss, with her slave being drowned in her cum between her peg.

For what seemed like an eternity, the slave felt wafture after wave of her mistress'cum wash over her, till she believed that this metre she would surely be drowned. Finally, the legs on either side of her went limp, and she was thrown away, hitting the built in bed and collapsing beside it. As her bosom bounced on her bureau before coming to rest, she saw the female child staring at her, with a mixture of jounce, repulsion and dismay. The slave sighed, and looked away. a lot as she knew that this was bound to happen sometime, it still hurt her to realize that her young Sister, the sweet and innocent Neha, had just seen her elderberry bush sister, the proud, haughty and prudish Mangala being used like an inflatable fucktoy. As the slave Mangala closed her eyes, a rip escaped it, mixing with the cum flowing from Ria 's cunt.

As the afterglow of a mindboggling orgasm subsided, Ria raised herself to sketch the two female. One, the one she had been with since morning time, was thin, lithe and had diminished unwavering breasts. Her Sister, however, was slightly fat, but over her bulging tummy, she had two vast melons. Infact she had lusted after them from the firstly day she had met her. With some amusement, she remembered the solar day she 'd drop wondering how to recrudesce the haughty girl. In the end it had been ridiculously easy. Perhaps she had never been in such a position. More probably she had never had to use her arms to champion herself in her biography. Either way, one night when they were sleeping over at Ria 's shoes, she had grabbed her, and armtwisted the young lady into giving her a long Lesbian osculation. To be sure as shooting, Mangala had put up much more 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 draw off all sorts 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 pleasurable way to go.

It was clip to promote Neha. As she bent down, she saw that Neha was indeed alert. On her face was a flavor of dibelief, coupled with hopelessness. Had she hoped that her Sister would somehow deliver her ? It was not abnormal given the air of invincibility Mangala gave out to the outdoors world, albeit interspersed with sessions of bondage as the present one. Supressing her desire to jest at her naivete, Ria dragged Neha up. It was now safe to undo her bonds and gag, and these were skilfully done away with. Once blood surged back into Neha 's arms, the pain in them seeemed to grow again. Yet she barely felt the infliction, as the news show that her sister was infact a sex slave was yet to sink in. She saw the Ria land a bitch on Mangala 's back, and the girl scurried up onto her genu, her eyes betraying tot submission.

Ria felt amused by the aspect of persist in surprise in her eyes. As she continued to take care at this foreign reunion, her psyche formed an idea. She grabbed Neha and forced her to stand. 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 elder babe, was staring at her Sister 's twat. Positioning Neha such that her legs were on either side of the onetime sister 's head, she grabbed Neha, one deal on her head the other on her ass. Pausing for a moment to admire her ass again, she then pushed both downwards.

Neha found herself staring at her own babe 's pussy, her wonder 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 pussy. She tried to pull away, still ineffectual to fathom the result of being eaten out by her own Sister. But Ria would have none of it, controlling her by the hairsbreadth. Realizing that she had no option, snag began to organize in her eye again as she extended her tongue to the brownish gash. With uttermost reluctance, she began to probe the kitty-cat with her tongue. However, clearly she was doing something awry, for Ria pulled her up by the hairsbreadth again. Using one of her hand, she pried open Mangala 's pussy opening, and pushed Neha into it. Neha, suffocated for the moment, had no option to lick away at the pink inside of her baby 's cut.

As Neha slowly licked, Ria stood back to admire the sight of the two sisters eating each other out. `` the complete family '' she thought. Just one thing was missing, her mind 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 presence, she realized that she had been going through Neha 's bag. Smiling at the fact that the `` free '' female child was not so innocent after all, she picked it up and took out a feeding bottle of lube from her own bag. Applying it generously over the dildo, she went back to the `` mates '', and settled down upon Neha. By now, Mangala 's ministrations had brought out a fair sum of money of juice from her younger sister. Mangala 's own pussy was getting wet as well, but given the lack of expertise of Neha, Ria suspected it was more out of the sentience 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 baby 's center, visible through the shot of Neha 's ass, press her not to take away her younger baby 's virginity. `` It 's your sister 's Mango ( the gens by which Ria referred to Mangala, and specifically to her breasts ). She 's not so inexperienced person after all. '' Before she could suffer the fact, Ria added `` And, it 's not for her pussy. '' Mangala 's look changed to one of shock, as she realized what her mistress meant. A moment later, she saw her fears go into realness, even as her sister 's pussy released increasing amounts of cum onto her look.

Neha was becoming steadily more aroused. She had given up the inadequate fight against her baby 's practiced body of work, her creative thinker forcing her to accept the fact that just like when she 'd been tied up, no matter what she did, she would have to face the same fortune. This time, the luck was pleasurable, and she settled down to savour her Sister 's drubbing. Though Ria was no longer forcing her, Neha continued to puzzle out at her sister 's slit, which rewarded her with juice she never knew her sister had. impossible though it was, Neha realized that if indeed she was Ria 's slave, she would herself consume cum one C of sentence. The very conceive, instead of being repulsive, created a strange urge in her, as she pictured Ria brutally breaking the haughty Mangala. Now she had given her Mangala 's pussy to explore. Refusing to suffice the motion her creative thinker asked, she began to drub with nifty vigour, seeking to notice the one situation which was sensitive in every miss.

However, as she increased her rate, she felt something hard touching her ass. Maybe Ria had kept something there ? She paid little aid, knowing that she was doing what her mistress ( her mind asked again, mistress ? ) demanded. Yet, the thing was beginning to exhort harder, right at the level where her mother fucker was. It could no longer be a concurrence - the thing, whatever it was, was going to participate her ! She now raised her head, and found her voice for the get-go fourth dimension. `` 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 female child wanted, and right now she wanted to hump her in the ass. Ignoring her intellect as she had done so often today, Neha besseched her again. SHe got no reply, Ria too intent upon forcing the foreing object down the resisting chute to bother. By now the dildo was pushing hard against her Virgo sphincter muscle, and Ria felt nostalgic in thinking of the clock time she 'd broken in Mangala 's asshole, in the back of a lecture Marguerite Radclyffe Hall, even as the course went on before them.

Mangala had remained serenity. Neha however was already blabbering something, and Ria had to pause to swat away the weak hand that was hovering around Ria 's waist. Infact, she turned around such that she was facing Neha 's ass, and her Sister 's face. Bending down to get a best look at her Virgo ass, she began pushing harder, willing the resistance to give 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 jam. Cursing her determination to bring it along, she clenched her tooth, willing herself to carry this out in silence.

Yet the pain was becoming unendurable. As she screwed up her face and bit her lower lip, she suddenly felt the affair pause. For a wannabee consequence she believed that Ria had given up, though she knew just than to think a woman like RIa would throw up on anything. She was right. A few here and now later, she felt a brutal bother 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 subway. Neha could n't gestate it anymore. Opening her back talk, she screamed out.

It seemed like an eternity before silence descended. She could take in stopped the scream with a heavy slap at any minute, but having gagged the girl for so long, she had been deprived of the joy of hearing a new slave belly laugh. Now she heard the wretched tool scream in torment, reminding her again of the multiple times her elder sister had obliged her mistress the Lapp way. Neha would too, Ria thought, but this would do for now.

Mangala meanwhile had diligently kept at her assigned job, and even amidst the pain she knew her sister was going through, her twat had been giving out ample amounts of juice. When RIa had told her that her baby was not a virgin, she had refused to believe it. But now she, being drenched in the fluids of her own sister, did not quite feel so sure. Again, instead of bringing vexation and disgrace as it would once have, the idea merely brought inflammation to the young lady, making her add more of her own juice to Neha 's fount at the opposite end.

Now, as she watched the dildo go in with a beastly thrust, and the subsequent howler, 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 bass and deeper. Her sister 's ass muted the screams that were coming out of her sister 's mouth, and this allowed her to look on as the dildo, about 9 inch long, went in about halfway through. Then Ria pulled it out a slight, and then it went deeper, almost seven inches. Ria now held it there, even as Mangala realized that at the rate at which she was going, Neha would cum soon.

Ria now began to pull it out a little, wondering if Neha had reached her terminal point. She still remembered breaking in the star bookman on her lap at the spinal column of the hall, but then only about 5 inches had gone in. Clearly her petite baby could adopt More. Ria shoved in back harder, sending another half inch inside. She could see Neha 's ass muscles spasming, as she tried to eject the foreign physical object. But it was ineffectual - her own choice of dildo, meant even without Ria holding it there, she would not be able to absent it. Infact, Ria removed her hand, 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 tail. ``

At the other end, Neha could n't believe what was happening to her ass. She had been brutally impaled, and the thing would not move out. Crying now, she begged Ria again, but only silence, coupled with the very light sounds of a tongue lapping against a girl 's sex - her sex - came to her ears. Neha wondered if she would be capable to shit properly again in her life, but such thoughts were being periodically interrupted not only by the painfulness in her ass, but the fact that her sister was carrying on with her task of taking Neha to orgasm. And as the younger girl now realized, she was very close to success.

So close infact that Neha wanted to grind her slit against her sister 's case. Since Ria 's weight prevented it, she remained still, licking Mangala occassionally, but concentrating mostly on the twinge of joy that were emanating so close from her source of pain. Then suddenly, she felt Ria begin pulling the affair out, and Neha instantly wished Ria had left it in there. However, all she could do was plead, or stare blankly at her sister 's rapidly moistening pussy. She did the latter, infact burying her face in the soft plica, seeking comfort from the blinding botheration in her Sister 's buck private function.

Mangala, by now determined to choose her sister to orgasm, licked evermore furiously at her sister 's slit. Infact, she was trying to do punter than what she did for her mistress, since her creative thinker gave her the uncanny logic that Neha needed her more than did Ria. As she saw the dildo relocation out gradually, she felt something hard pressing against her own pussy, and the actualization that it was her sister 's face, which had only been intermittently in contact with her, raised her fervour respective flexure. Was she too trying to get her off ? Mangala knew Neha was inexperienced, so it was expected that she would not do a large job. Whatever she did, however, was good enough for her. Her conclusion increasing as the dildo finally exited Neha with a pop, she licked furiously, enjoying the slight buckling of her sister 's slit over her.

Ria, having removed the dildo completely, noted the line of descent and shit it was covered in. Wondering fro a moment if she should get it cleaned by either of the girls, she realized how close both were to orgasm, and she was determined to have a dildo in Neha 's pussy the first off prison term she was brought to a lesbian orgasm. Positioning the dildo, she plunged in inside again, causing Neha to enhance her head to howler, before burying it again in Mangala 's cunt. Ria pushed it all the way in, and then pulled it out, noting all the while the way the two bodies beneath her were beginning to writhe in joy. 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 wide-cut.

As she did so, Neha, her font buried in Mangala 's pussy, realized at the same time that her babe appeared close to cumming, and also that the rape of her ass was causing a strange sensation. Where there had been pain before, there was painfulness still, but with a opinion of usurpation which was strangely arousing. As Ria went faster and faster, she realized that Mangala 's work and Ria 's rape were going to combine to bring her to orgasm. Infact, she was now periliously close, the parallel feelings of something going in and out, and something probing her, causing superstar of an intensiveness 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 process, as she felt her floodgates open. At the other end, Mangala felt something move deeper into her pussy, before touching her neglected clit. The tactual sensation, coupled with the fruition that her sister had finally found her clit, was too a good deal for her. She let out a long groan as her own pussy exploded into the fount of her younger sis.

As they came, Ria felt the young bodies writhing below her. Cum was gushing like a two headed jet on either end, spraying both fille together, as if underscoring the fact that they were babe. Ceasing to fuck Neha 's ass, Ria passively enjoyed the fruit of her efforts - two slattern sisters cumming to each former. What could be ameliorate ?

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 aware of what Ria was up to. A arcminute later, she was slowly crawling up into a kneel spatial relation, as Ria returned from her bag with two choker. She held them out to the older girl, and Mangala instantly knew which one was hers. Taking it, she obediently fastened it around her neck, such that in front dangled a tag which read Cumbitch. But her mistress held out the early one as well. Mangala realized what it meant.

Taking it, she crawled over to Neha, bending over her. She helped the fatigued missy onto her haunches, seeing the feeling of confused lust in her facial expression. Trying to smile as best as she could, she reached out and held the collar before Neha 's center. Behind her, a vocalisation came `` WIth right observance Cumbitch. ``

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

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

'' No dear, that 's not your figure anymore. ``

Confusion increased on the lady friend 's face. Mangala held the tag close to the lady friend 's centre, remembering well the day, just after the results had announced that Mangala had topped the year, when her own `` ceremony '' had taken place, her Au medal being stuffed up her ass in the outgrowth. Neha took her clock time to read it `` Fuckbunny ? '' SHe looked with renewed muddiness at her baby. Mangala nodded as she pushed back Neha 's hair, fastening the collar round her slender cervix `` Fuckbunny ''.

Before Neha could stick out this change, Ria was fastening irons to the annulus dangling from the two arrest. Next moment, she found herself trying to get up on her peg, but was motioned to stay on all fours by her sister. As Ria began to lead them out of the cabin and into the corridor, she finally realized her predicament - she was now Cumbitch 's sister, Fuckbunny. As she looked at Mangala crawling beside her, she wondered what all she would sustain to endure in her new embodiment. But before she could do so, her oculus fell on the two shape bags hanging from Mangala 's chest. Somewhere, in some different human race, she may have been horrified by the idea of being carnally attracted to her own sis. But in this present humanity, where she had just had sex with her, and been turned into a fuckpet for the young lady who owned her sister, nothing seemed logical anymore.

Ria was almost at the door when she felt a slight tug on her chains. Turning around, she saw Fuckbunny was on top of her bitch sis, sucking away at those melons. Sighing, she watched for a moment, then tugged both ternary hard. Both young lady gagged, before separating, and crawling back into locating. smiling, she turned around again, but only to find the tag checker standing before her.

'' Y-yes ? `` Ria felt spooky for the first clip.

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

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

'' Well, we thought we might link up in. ''

( may be continued )
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( written by Pandorius999 )

All fiber in this tale, as well as all locales and the secret plan, are completely fictional. Any resemblance is purely co-occurrent.

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