`` An unexpected journey ''

Neha stood in front of the mirror, staring at her petite 5'2 skeleton, straightening her blue blouse, before moving to the short she had paired with them. Noticing a slight blemish on the compensate leg, she turned to convert it, before stopping herself. It was an educational trip after all, that too with her elder babe and her friend. Dropping the programme to change her boxershorts, she began to apply sunscreen to her face, preparing for the hot sun that beat down outside.

As she applied the ointment generously over her oval face, before rubbing some more on her brow and over her eyelids, she again paused to look into herself out. Barring the fact that she had some white strokes of inordinateness pick making not so aesthetic lines on her impudence, she looked pretty often the way she wanted to look. At 19 and just out of her first year in a girls'college, Neha may have some half-baked idea about what the world wanted a girl to look like, but no one could abnegate 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 aspect, with high eyebrows and perfect lip, which made her the cynosure of all middle. That those center had hitherto been those of ageing aunts, street rabble and ofcourse her prude of a babe, was not her fault. As she adjusted the straight shoulder length hair which completed her visage, she was filled with the all too intimate longing to be appreciated by a man. With her look, why would n't they ? But first, she 'd give birth to find a way of evading her sister 's iron hold, something she 'd not yet been capable to do. Sighing, she reminded herself that it was an educational head trip after all.

'' Neha ! '' Somewhere from the depth of an all too familiar world, came the voice of her mother. Neha looked at herself once more, then rubbed the sunscreen more than evenly over her boldness. This done, she headed downstairs, to see Mangala and her Quaker Ria standing around what looked like their luggage. THeir mother was standing a short away, by the kitchen counter, asking if they would call for anything else.

'' Mom if I needed anything else, I 'd have added it already. Now if you 'd do as I asked you to, maybe your girl will be able-bodied to just arrest the train. '' Typical Mangala. Neha sighed again, as she descended the steps. Halfway down, however, Mangala noticed the apparition, and promptly shifted her ire onto her younger sibling. `` My near baby little girl, if you could kindly get your matter set instead of staring at your cranium, we 'd all be much obliged. '' It took Neha a few seconds to read the Bible braincase, seconds in which Mangala had covered the distance between them, and was pushing her up the stairs like a sack of potatoes.

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

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

'' Good. spear carrier bombardment for the television camera ?'

'' Yes ''

And so it went on, till Neha was quite for 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 answer, her sister had fished out her dearie stuffed toy out of the bag, and was holding it like the grounds of some henious law-breaking. `` Did I not specefically ask you not to include this ? '' Neha gave a sullen look. The shift flew into the closet, and her sis stomped out. From the bottom of the stairs came a footnote to study her mobile and get her stuff downstairs in five endorsement. Openly swearing now, Neha finished packing, intentionally placing the toy back in the bag. This done, she picked up her cell and purse, before running a quick hitch for anything she 'd left behind. null except ... ..her centre spotted an elongated 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 head trip would be allowed to continue just that.

An minute and another stuffed toy related parameter later, Neha found herself in a string 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 bone senses informed her, as she somehow managed to wedge between Apsara, who looked more like the obese female parent of an Angel than an angel herself, and her sister 's friend Ria. Much to her relief, Ria proved to be more amiable company. Ria was 21, and easily stood a animal foot over Neha. A natural jock and dancer, her figure reminded one of the feature film of the female statuette which adorned the bulwark of temples. `` 36C-28-40 '' Neha made a genial guess of the girlfriend 's statistics.

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 lumbering miss. Unfortunately, the smile only made her depend even more like soul 's mother-in-law, and Neha was forced to await away. Right in front of her, two conservative-looking girls were poring over something in a leger filled with numbers. One of them met Neha 's stare, shifting with disapproval to the shortstop she was wearing. Exasperated by the answer she was getting, yet terrible of looking at Ria again, Neha moved her head in random directions for a few minutes. Everywhere she looked however, she was met with inquiring, sometimes disapproving looks. They seemed to say `` What 's your byplay here kid ? '' They were right. This was a Third Year trip, and had her sister not used her influence to get an surplus ticket for her, there was no way she 'd have been in the gearing at that moment. On 2d persuasion, maybe getting bored for two long summer calendar month was considerably than going to a cluster of rock candy cut caves with a bevy of evil looking girls. And where exactly was her sister ?

Ria seemed to read her thinking. `` Feeling out of position eh ? It happens. Your sis is busy with the ticket-checker, probably haggling over something. '' Neha had no pick but to reckon at her now, and she was again struck by Ria 's features - only this time, they were facial. Neha noted, with appreciation the fact that Ria too had an prolate side, but her eyes were big and round. So too were her rim, the light pink on them going well with her light skin pure tone. Like all young lady Neha knew, Ria had blackness hair, made into curls which fell gracefully along her berm. 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 silklike lock chamber.

If Ria found her conduct strange, she showed no preindication of it. Instead she let her friend 's babe stroke her fuzz, running her farseeing white fingers through the black mass, gently pulling it till it gave way. Instinctively, she moved one, then all, fingers from the hair to the average impudence. Unable to break eye contact, Ria felt soft fingerbreadth glide ever so gently over her face, till they covered her cheeks, 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 expression like that of her female parent. Nonplussed, she stared straight ahead, at the two fille. They too had noticed the more than friendly affection of this stranger towards their classmate, and in all likeliness would make coughed, nay belched if Apsara not obliged. they now looked at her with an expression akin to the faithful towards a heretic. ineffectual to repay to Ria after what had transpired, Neha instead settled in for a war of brilliance.

She did not live how long she kept up the unequal struggle, but eventually she tired of constantly giving stares which were more in the domain of a function of her sister. Instead, she got up, and without casting so much as a spirit towards the objective of her unexpected philia, she headed towards the toilet. Unfortunately, news appeared to suffer travelled fast, for she got speculative stares and the occassional giggle from many of the cleaning woman. Reaching the door, of the compartment, she realized it was overt, allowing the open countryside to rush by. More importantly, after the suffocating standard pressure of the bunk, 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 air.

With the snap however, the thoughts of Ria seemed to return. What had she done ? On the face of it, all she had done was admire the beauty of a mortal of the same gender. But as everyone in the compartment probably knew by now, the style of wonderment had exceeded the definition of well-disposed touching by a mi and more. Somehow, she 'd matt-up attracted to the missy as she 'd not been to any other soul. Had Ria too admired her ? She 'd always wanted to be admired by a man, but at that consequence she desperately wanted to be appreciated by Ria. Unknowingly, she 'd developed a crush on Ria.

As she pondered in profundity the growth of the late half hour, she did not detect another public 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 manus over the girl 's slim down shoulders. The little girl almost jumped out of the train in surprise, before stammering `` Wh ... .who ? Oh ! '' Her attempt at hiding the jolt of seeing the very person 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 avail, as she could sense Neha trembling beneath her. Trying to calm her down, she moved closer, till their berm met. Now she could sense her full body vibrating with the tremors emanating from the missy beside her.

Neha felt Ria shift closer. though she now had sizable reason to appear at her, Neha somehow could not lend herself to look at her. Why had she do ? To secernate her that what she did was wrong ? Being the baby of the most prudish female child in the world, she 'd heard the lecture a million clip, and had become immune 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 intellect had formed a different word. A word which Ria seemed to somehow sense, for she withdrew her hand. Yet she did not leave, but stayed there, staring straight ahead.

bit passed. Neha cast a fleet coup d'oeil at her sis 's friend, who seemed so different from her Sister, yet so distant rightfield now. What was she thinking ? Neha cast another glance, and this time Ria met her gaze. Their eyes were locked onto each early, 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, ineffectual to go against her gaze away from the beautiful face before her. Yet she too looked away after a here and now, 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 burn desire to be intimate what the other thought, and raised her centre towards Ria again. Before she could consider her in any contingent, however, one of the girls from the compartment appeared at the edge of her vision. Quickly, she looked away, her ears nevertheless noting a giggle from the intruder before she disappeared into one of the john carrell. Neha could not carry 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 heart met, she saw Ria mouth a single word `` Wait ''. 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 woman after the second lustful bit, and she was n't about to disobey. Ria made no further star sign of knowing her, and as the minutes ticked by, Neha increasingly began to suspect that they were waiting for the giggling little girl to pull up stakes. Her guess was mighty. After an infinity, the miss 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 posture, yanked her up. Before she knew anything, Neha found herself flying across the vestibule, into another compartment. This was evidently the first class compartment, for on each English were door leading into cabins. Ria chose the second, and peered in. It was empty. From the looking at of things, all of them were empty. Next moment, Neha felt herself shoved into the cabin, with Ria following, shutting the door behind her.

Ria now turned around, staring at an equally pulseless Neha. For the maiden time the two of them were alone, away from all the others. Neither of them made a move, till Neha could take it no more. Tentatively, she took a step towards Ria, her rapid breathing adding to the good sense of despair that animated her features. Ria instinctively took a footfall back. Neha stopped, then slumped down on a berth, looking out of the window. Ria waited another moment, before taking a seat. To Neha 's surprise, 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 overtures, and had come to clear topic out. But if that was the guinea pig, why drag them in here ? This secluded blank space was to a lesser extent apt for apology than for ... ..'Neha .... '' Neha could n't bear it anymore. She looked, and was surprised to see a strange looking at in Ria 's oculus. Before she could agnize it, Neha was looking deep into Ria 's eyes again, and this time, Ria came forward, till they were decently beside each early. As if on cue, Neha 's hands moved towards her face, resuming what had been rudely disturbed earlier. This clock time however, her hands seemed determined to research more than of Ria 's feminine beauty. Barely realizing it, Neha moved her hand slowly over Ria 's moist lip, gently running over the soft petals before slowly parting them with her fingers. Her eyes fixed on Ria, her power finger's breadth began to fight harder, till it was pushing against a bony barrier. Harder, and she felt Ria open her back talk a fiddling. Warm air wafted out, drifting over Neha 's hand, causing her finger to labor harder, till it was inside her mouth. As it began to explore her buccal cavity, Neha could feel her desire ontogenesis stronger, forcing her to promote in a endorse, then a third finger. But fingers were not enough.

Her better half meanwhile, was quicker in analyzing the situation. Having been surprised by the lust the new little girl felt towards her, she 'd waited till she could be indisputable of it. Never the one to approach anyone directly, she 'd played the part of the storm female child to perfection. Now that she could be sure, she felt she could look on ... ..Ria 's attention was distracted by one of Neha 's nails brushing against her tender cheeks. Yet the very misdirection brought back memories of an before time, with a different person. `` So similar '' she thought, `` even exactly same. '' 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 fingers were now in mid air, her eubstance turned around skilfully till it was straight upon the berth. Getting the familiar good sense of being in ascendance, she lowered herself onto the young lady, wondering if she would sample just like ... ...

Her partner, surprised by the sudden red ink of control, was soon in the virginal bliss of her first lesbian kiss. . She now felt sure she 'd always wanted Ria, Ria 's diffuse lips to be exact. She felt sure enough her attractor was primeval, something which she 'd not clearly realized. Why how when. Neha 's mind asked in a distant vox, one she was familiar with in her short room back dwelling. 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 sleep together, and that too in a cleaning woman who was her sis 's advantageously ally. But again, did she handle ? She did n't bother to reply. Instead her lips pressed harder, taking Ria 's lower lip in an amourous embrace, delighting in the taste of another female. Pulling out slowly, she caught the garden pink petal again, prolonging the embrace, even as her centre looked ever deeper into Ria 's orbs, asking a million questions and getting what answer, she knew not.

For the brief of moments, Neha came up for air, before going back to entrance the upper lip. Unconsciously her paw, moved closer. As she continued to kiss, her mitt moved into the familiar silky asylum of Ria 's mane, stroking it like she would stroke a lover 's. Strangely, Ria seemed to be beginning to respond as well, her center betraying a lust that pushed aside mental confusion, even as her breathing became faster, seemingly matching the beat of Neha 's substance.

Yet Ria seemed to need Thomas More, and faster. Stopping mid-kiss, she pulled away, and looked deep into the other girl 's center. Next moment, she plunged into another kiss, but one which was faster, more prurient and for Neha, more ravishing. Before she knew it, her lip had been parted, and a writhing appendage had penetrated it, pushing past her teeth, seeking her tongue. Neha did n't need to comply : her tongue was found and engaged in passionate play by the invader. Not bothering to enquire what had occassioned this alteration, Neha lay there as Ria explored her mouth, running along her cheeks, teeth and what not, even as Neha 's own resident process gave it relentless pursuit.

Just as she seemed to be settling into a rythm, Ria broke away again, this prison term to disappear from Neha 's survey. As the surprised girl raised her head to investigate, she was suddenly pushed down as something soft connected with her neck, moving up and down, running something slippery and warm, planting a 1000 kisses on it. Neha raised her hand to withstand this invisible assailant, running her finger's breadth gently through the hair which she so loved, as Ria ravaged her neck and shoulders as she 'd earlier done with her back talk.

'' Unhhh '' a groan escaped Neha 's mouth, relating to what she knew not, but expressing the deep desire which was overflowing inside her, demanding that either she or Ria take her body to a state of ecstacy she 'd never before have in her life. The crusade on her neck stopped, and reappeared on her sass, kissing hard, bore to take in as much of the other as human anatomy would permit. Neha 's hands now wrapped around Ria 's shoulder joint, willing her to press harder against her trunk, till they could become one. Ria replied by running her custody through Neha 's whisker, making moving ridge and patterns which only served to perk up her more than.

They were kissing faster now, kissing with savage abandon, their tongues chasing each other, flip and entwining, till one would hail up for breathing place. And then back again. Neha was now pressing harder into Ria 's back, digging her nails into the voiced flesh, wanting to draw her completely inside. As they writhed, she was also aware of her breasts mashed against hers. Those perfect breasts ! As Ria came up for air, she wedged her hands between their body, such that she was now cupping one of her lover 's mamilla.

Ria paused, looking intently into the eye 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 tit. Yes they were indeed big, thought Neha ; any guy would die to have a pair like hers to flirt 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 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 large, almost pendulous. Yet, they appeared firm, without any more sag than that expected of such great orbs. wagerer still, as she looked on, she could almost see her mamilla growing in size, till they were almost halff an column inch long. As if to nurse her, Ria lazily raised her weapon, till they were interlocked above her chief. The movement caused an ever so slight bounce in the boobs, but it was enough to make Neha 's lust for those tits unmanageable. Strangely, Ria lowered her hands in fourth dimension to crusade her back down.

Instead, she moved her hands up Neha 's eubstance, feeling her soft belly, before reaching her tits. Not as with child as Ria 's but also firm, they were subjected to some soft pressing through the soft fabric of her frock. Then, as Neha raised her hands again, seeking the enticing yield hanging from Ria 's bureau, she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her thorax - Ria was mauling her mammilla hard.

'' Ahhh ... '' the unvoluntary moan caused Ria to intermit 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 mitt were just the right sizing for her boob, she felt Ria 's finger's breadth dig deep into the piano flesh, sending pangs of agony through her eubstance, along with twinkle of carnal mania. Squeezing till Neha was sure her fingerbreadth had penetrated her shape, she held them there, looking deep into Neha 's heart. As Neha tried to focus through the blinding pain, she saw that Ria 's facial expression had changed. It was no longer that of a confused girl, but one of a thirsty female person, who was determined to hire everything she wanted from her partner. And evidently, she wanted it fast.

For the fraction of a indorsement, Neha felt the pressure sensation on her knocker relax, then they were trapped in those frailty like fingers again. spoilt, she moved her hands up and down, mashind the captive melon against each other, causing Neha to utter another groan of hurting. Again she held it for what seemed like an eternity. Then the finger relaxed, and Neha lowered her fountainhead, hitherto craning upwards to beg mercy of her lover. As backup flooded her tits, she barely heard the snag of fabric. Yet she did notice the coolness of the cabin air on her bare abdominal cavity, and a moment later, was shocked to find a blade appear out of nowhere. As her thinker became fully cognizant of her quandary, she saw the leaf blade lower itself onto her articulatio humeri, before moving slowly over her skin till it was under her bra shoulder strap. She felt a tug against her breast, as if it was being pulled up, then an sharp going. Her bra strap had just been sliced into two. standardised circumstances met the other shoulder strap, and thereafter Neha felt the knife in the valley between her agglomerate. The audio of fabric being cut met her ears, and then cool air brushed across her sensitive nipples.

Stunned by the developments, she was nonplussed to recover that even after disposing so callously of her clothing, Ria still had the tongue 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 chest of drawers, dangerously near her pounding heart and soul. She knew raising her hand would be useless - she had been defeated without a shadow of difficulty earlier, and Ria had n't yet shown what exactly she was intending to do. Neha had no intent of ending her life history lying below a lesbian grampus.

As her head raced, and her heart throbbed in her throat, Ria lowered the knife boulder clay it was lying over her leave alone nipple. With an formula of readiness, she began to run the flat of the blade over her mamilla, causing the center to react to the frigidness steel. The tongue now moved from one nipple, over the infinite between her white meat, to the former. A similar treatment followed, making Neha flavour that her heart would burst forth in her chest. The knife was now raised, till it hovered once again, this time over her face. Neha knew that even if Ria dropped it, Neha stood to lose some part of her fount. Her centre fixed on the Damocles'sword, she became aware of the deal on her tit again. This fourth dimension it gave a playful squeeze, before reaching for her teat. For a moment it lay there, just as the tongue had done, feeling the hardness of the tit above a hill of softness. Then it slowly captured the hill between two fingers.

Next moment, Neha, fixated as she was to the insanely arm hovering above her, felt an acute pain in the ass at the tip of her tit, which spread quickly over the residue of it, informing her of a new beginning of torturing. rent welled in her optic, causing her to voice what her dead body had been screaming in her judgement long before. `` Please Ria, it hurts ! ``

Ria merely raised the tongue to her own backtalk, in a motion telling her to stay quiet. Neha noticed how Ria had changed. She now looked not only hungry, but also dangerous, like a lioness over her prey. Neha had begun to wonder if she 'd made a fault by lusting after this seemingly well-disposed girl. Did she hate her baby ? Was she taking out all the angst against Mangala on the younger girl ? Illogical as it may appear, it appeared to be the only explanation, rather the only explanation she could find for the speedy change in her predicament. The other alternate, Neha shuddered to recall, was that somehow Ria enjoyed causing painful sensation.

Ria let go of her tit, only to attack the other, this meter twisting her nipple concentrated, causing Neha to beg with growing desperation. To be honest, she 'd at one time or the former masturbated to videos of girl being punished, and the pain, though smashing, 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 mode, one which told her of bully tribulations lying ahead.

As she pondered over these, she saw Ria 's nous disappear again, along with the knife. Next second, she felt something warm enclose her left mammilla. Unrestrained this time, she saw Ria 's head latching onto the tit, sucking it like it was going to yeild milk. Inspite of the pain ( and she could make out some of the topmost marks on her tit ), Neha could n't help but wonder at the novel sensation that was beginning to track through her body. Having been freed temporarily ( she guessed ) from any new agony, she became more acutely aware of the easy pull on her breast, which was causing her sexual urge, momentarily overwhelmed by pain, to grow again. During the numerous bedtime visit into the Earth of her sexual fantasies, she 'd wonder what it would be like to be sucked on by an adult. Now, it was all coming true, in the strangest of setting, and though she was fully aware that this lull in Ria 's brutality may be deceptive, she could n't serve but seek more of Ria 's soft back talk, lapping and sucking at her tumid nub. Finally raising her right helping hand, she placed it gently on Ria 's head, and was relieved to find no underground. Emboldened, she began to press her laurel wreath harder against Ria 's head, willing her to suck harder. Ria seemed to comply, causing Neha to become steadily more wake up.

As Ria 's relief continued, Neha 's head began once again to conceive of joy, and pleasure alone. She began to press out her bruised breast against her teaser 's face, raising herself in the Hope that Ria would thus get Sir Thomas More of her tit into her mouth. Rather conversely, Ria stopped, raising her head from the missy 's thorax. Her optic 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 majestic knocker bouncing. If Neha had hoped that she 'd be allowed to suck on them, she was again disappoint, for Ria now moved off completely, lowering herself onto the story. Before Neha could take after, however, Ria casually picked up the blade from wherever she 'd left it, and made a I threatening move 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 tongue. 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 poise air conditioned air began provoke pilomotor reflex across her back, she realized her predicament. Ria had, by tearing her apparel ( 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 safety device and ticket checker were not known to be of flawless ethical motive. Her mind 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 unsung pleasure, and as the painfulness subsided, Neha began to wonder 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 thoughts began to delve into fancy once again. She wondered if Ria was experienced, if she 'd had sex with other women before. there was nothing to prove it, yet something in her forceful, domineering role told her that even if she had not, she would likely know everything about lesbian sex, there was to cognize. And Neha wanted to retrieve out. After all, now that she had taken the plunge, the dip that had left her raw yet strangely fulfilled in an abandon cabin, she might as well learn more. Maybe, she could drop the Night with Ria, making sexual love cashbox ... ..

A sound extraneous caught her tending. It seemed someone had opened the threshold to the first family compartment, and Neha could n't be sure if it was Ria or one of the guard duty. Somehow she did n't want to veil herself from Ria, but ... ... Spotting the small space below the lower berth, she quickly crawled into it. consequence later, the door opened, and Neha could seduce out a yoke of war machine boots framed by the undetermined door. The intruder had evidently hoped to find soul, and for a moment he stood there. Then, he abruptly turned and walked off, the sound of ponderous rubber dying away. He had left the door opened, and Neha could n't be sure if he had left for ripe, or was merely consulting a co-worker. Her heart still in her sassing, Neha lay as still as she could for a patch, before crawling out and moving as softly as she could to the door.

Peering out, she saw specialise transit devoid of living, but voices in the aloofness. 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 naked before so many little girl. News would spread out like wildfire ... ... as Neha scrutinised the end of the corridor from where the audio were coming, she suddenly found a supple figure standing beside her. Jumping back in terror, it was a consequence before she realized it was Ria, back with their cup of tea and a shirt. Without a word, she threw the shirt at the nonplussed female child, and raced off in the direction opposite to the one towards which Neha had been looking.

For a moment, naught seemed to make sense. The speech sound of a vocalism nearing, however, suddenly cleared up her head. Pulling on the shirt somehow, she saw the safeguard and the slate checker moving towards the unfold door of the compartment. Her heart in her mouth, she made a flair for it. She had no melodic theme where Ria had gone, or where she was supposed to go. All she knew was that she had to get away, and the only selection seemed to be to keep 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 tardily that it was n't an option, as a figure materialized before her. WHAM !

Next moment she was lying flat on the base, or more correctly, upon someone who was lying flat on the base. Whoever it was, however, was undaunted by this ravishment, and quickly pushed Neha off itself, before dragging her by the tomentum into the nearest cabin. Pain shooting through her head, eclipsing all others, but Neha had no clock time, much less breathing spell, to scream. Three seconds later, she was laid down flat on the floor, and the room access securely closed.

Instantly her hands went to her piteous hairsbreadth, but it did n't preclude her from realizing that it had been Ria who had reacted so swiftly to Neha 's headfirst reaching, and had used a brutally efficient method to enshroud her before the two men found them. Now as she lay moaning and panting, Ria squatted over her as before, only this clip, there was black urgency written all over her face. Lowering herself till she was inches from Neha 's grimace, Ria recklessly undid two release of the hastily donned shirt. Finding her entrust tit, she squeezed it hard, forcing Neha to center on the girl above her. Again, no words were spoken, but from gestures, Ria made it clear that they would have to be absolutely silence till the two men left. Neha wanted to add, `` if they left '', but she guessed the erstwhile miss already knew this.

But silence clearly did not equate with inactivity in Ria 's book, for she was soon fondling Neha again. Softly at commencement, as if to get the heading of what she 'd left. Then harder. Neha 's shirt was opened again, but Ria made no planetary house of wanting to savour the succulent buds. Instead, she furnished two evil looking clamps from her sac ( inspite of the fear of inevitable pain, Neha could n't serve wonder how a missy could be so resourceful, unless ... .she had planned for it ! ). Neha watched in astray eyeball revulsion as one of her still erect nipple was slowly captured by the clamp, before it closed over it. `` Unhhh ... .please Ria ! '' Next import, a stinging pain sensation on her left impudence had joined the pain sensation coursing from her tit, and she opened her tearfilled optic to see Ria giving her a stern look, one finger on her lips. Unfortunately, the sight also included the view of the other clamp, which was in the process of descending upon its helpless victim. ineffective to look, Neha felt the pain all the more acutely as the clamp secured the arcsecond nipple. Unable to moan, and pretty sure that Ria would bequeath them on, Neha began to sob quietly.

As hot tears rolled down her cheeks, she felt Ria tug at the cloth 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 genitals of her pants directly above her chest. For a terrifying moment, Neha thought she would lower herself onto the clamp-held mamilla, but she moved off. Instead, she seemed to be bending over something. Though every movement, even the heaving of her chest, seemed to increase the pain in Neha 's tits, 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 designing. Selecting the most sheer of the lot, she dumped the others in the bag, and returned to the supine female child. In a immediate 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 positioning.

Ria moved behind the lady friend, and was raising her limp weaponry, so as to pull the bra straps over her shoulder joint from the front. This done, she hooked the bra behind her, pushing the clamps into odd military position, thereby causing the misfortunate young lady further agony. As tears now flowed freely down her brass before landing upon her torment cleavage, Ria forced the girl to place upright up, this metre by pulling her hair. Staggering up in a pain-filled daze, Neha felt her last bit of honorable vesture, her little boxershorts, being pulled down, before her panties followed. Another slap was however needed, before Neha stepped loosened stepped out of them. Now standing practically naked ( risky than bare, Neha told herself, realizing how raunchy her bra-encased clamped mammilla were looking ), the girl saw Ria relocation around the missy, checking her out. Satisfied, she grabbed one of her ass cheeks, and squeezed it hard. Neha, fearing another round of agony, instinctively moved away, but Ria merely pulled on her haircloth to end this impedance.

Instead, she moved away, rummaging in her own bag this time. Out came what looked like a very contract whang, some taping and scissors. Leaving the belt-like official document for the clock time being, Ria picked up Neha 's panties from where they 'd fallen, she balled them up and held them before Neha 's eyes. Seeing the absolutely at sea smell in her middle, Ria chuckled, before landing another hard slap on her correct cheek. As Neha opened her mouth in a scream, it was brutally cut brusque by a ball of cotton which was wedged snugly between her natural language and upper berth teeth. Still stunned by the unexpected assault, Neha provided no resistance as the former girl calmly cut out five column inch of the thick magnetic tape, and glued her backtalk shut with it. To be good, another length of tape was soon complementing the former, at a bias to it.

Effectively gagged, Neha saw Ria take out a length of roach, with which she first made a loop topology around a small handle protruding from an overhead AC vent-hole, probably for pulling it down once the screws were loosened. This done, Ria tugged at it, noting the deficiency of campaign of the jury. Neha realized now what the girl was intending to do, and she began to punt 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 squall ? Her mind 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 veneration of rapine ? Or some depraved attractive feature to the girl who was in the cognitive process of devising steadily more cheapen and injurious elbow room of torturing her ?

As her garbled mind gave no signaling, her limp hands were grabbed and attached rougly to the remnant of the rope. Ria climbed upon the mesa between the berths to make a building complex of knots which soon had Neha tied securely, like some puppet from a string. Worse, the way she 'd been tied, her human foot were barely touching the ground, while her small arms were in an odd virgule, unsupported and hurting. Whether Ria had intended this, or this odd office was all she could manage with the rocking of the train and the angle at which she had to do the job, Neha could not tell. All she could tell apart was that with her feet barely touching the reason, the rocking of the train was all the more noticeable, and she felt that at any moment she might loose residual, and get down danging mid air by the weighting of her hands. Worse, she might bring the AC grillroom control panel and knickknack upon herself.

While Neha had been trying to fruitlessly line up herself, Ria had returned with the belt-like instrument. If Neha had known better, it was really a whiplash of sorts, disguised to look like a swath so that the owner did not get questioning looks when it accidentally came out. However, as Neha was to learn, it was just as efficient as a formula whip, perhaps, on account of its girth, even more.

Ria now stepped back to admire the daughter. Again, retention of an earlier brush flooded her mind, making her half indirect request that her current victim would be more cocky, would try to bunk and press back, just like the to begin with one had done. Then, she 'd consider such resistance as a hitch, but now, she realized it was half the fun. Sighing nostalgically, Ria wondered where that world-class girl was now, and how she would unite her with her present victim. That was in the futurity, she reminded herself : for now she must train this girl, though to be good Neha seemed to be betraying a sense of attraction which made her task far sluttish. Indeed, Ria would have rewarded her for such devotion, but training came first. Opening the room access just a little bit, she checked the corridor. As she had hoped, the men had gone, deceived by the leftover of Neha 's clothing she 'd left in another cabin on the other English of the compartment. `` Good, '' thought Ria, `` I have to get this done soon. '' Closing the door, she looked at the inadequate young lady, 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 hired hand, till she was almost touching her victim.

Unlike her kickoff victim, this one seemed almost on the verge of passing out. It would be a compassion if she did - after all, preparation did not include taking smelling salinity. Still, if her outset victim was anything to go by, she would only become more cognizant as the session progressed, and Ria knew she never hurt one enough to piss her base on balls out from pain. It took away all the fun. Almost laughing at the girl 's plight now, she stepped back.

WHACK ! 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 ridiculous yip of a gagged girl, who was being tortured for the first fourth dimension in her life. The whip, to be avowedly, had landed on abdomen, and the fille was now trying to indorse off. Ria had anticipated this, tying the air mile tight enough to prevent her from going beyond a sealed distance without leaving the ground. The rocking of the train made thing worse for the girl. As if to mock her try at leak, the space between the beths was sufficient for tying up a girlfriend and whipping her, but everytime she tried to break away, she would hit one of the berth. This now happened, the girl being wedged in the corner made by one of the built in bed and the table.It gave Ria the distinct opinion of a treed rat, terrified of the feline approaching it.

Ria knew she could slash 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 artillery for a fully two seconds, before landing it on her calf. Neha jumped and lost her balance, hitting the tabular array and being forced forward to regain her footing, due to the truncation of the bail above. Ria used this occassion to land another punishing blow, right across her clamped tits. Stunned by the third assault, Neha now fell back onto the board, before being forced to somehow move forward again.

Ria could n't help it anymore. Lowering the party whip, she broke out laughing, which grew as she noted the thin melodic line that the whip had made across her tits, the bra providing scant aegis to her tits. Yet Ria the bit Ria realized that her tits had some cover, she brought out the scissors. Beginning with the impart 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 recollective nipple. The other cup followed, and Ria let the opus of cloth fall away.

Grabbing Neha, she roughly pushed the helpless girl towards the other face of the cabin, till she was almost at the room access. This allowed Ria ample acess to Neha 's tight stern. Though she always had a orientation for tits, she could n't facilitate but look up to the round suppleness of her muscles, which clenched involuntarity in futile prevision of where the next blow would go. Yet for a few moments Ria paused to admire her prey again. Neha was thinner than the early miss, and her ass Thomas More slopped. She could just imagine how a dildo would look, sticking out between those ball. Ria smiled - what Neha lacked in spirit, she more than made up with a killer body.

Whack ! Neha felt as if a knife had been run across the length of her back. She would have got believed that that was indeed the case, had she not known what was in Ria 's script. Ever since the crop had begun flying, she had been in one endless nightmare, trying to fly what was impossible to run from. To work matters worse, not only were the cilium toilsome and unpredictable, with each blow, her scurrying only added to the pain in her hands. By now she was sure as shooting her joints were about to pop out. Yet she could n't simply stand there and take the pain could she ? scissure ! This blow landed between her bare ass cheeks, periliously close to her anal mess. She lost her residual again, and tumbled to one side, hitting the situation and bouncing off, her armpit flaring up in the a la mode of series of painful experiences.

But it was far from over. As Neha turned to see where the future puff would make out, the next blow indeed landed on her face, making her jump like a pit cat. As she moved to one side, so as to avoid getting the next one at the same spot, she saw the party whip rise again, and land on her left leg. Again, she lost her balance, and crashed into a berth, this prison term hitting her shoulder joint. And so it went on. Every clip Neha would proceed, she would get a whiplash on a different office of her body. Though her mind told her that escape was impossible, her body tried on, getting exhausted, and developing a severe strain in her hands. All the while, Ria continued to look on with an reflection of entertainment, 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 young woman, something which Neha knew would make her stoppage even if she was on the scepter of end. Somehow, she was attracted, fatally perhaps, to everything Ria, including the sadistic fetish for hurting her.

Ria watched with growing amusement as the little girl kept on trying to fly the coop the nose candy. Eventually she felt her whip 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 tied work force, or may exit out. She landed a final examination set of lashes to the clamped bosom, causing the clamps to fly in all directions, bringing forth fresh moan and looks of despair from the consume female. Flexing her sinew, Ria now threw the whiplash on one of the billet, before sampling the salty fluids which were freely flowing down the girlfriend 's expression. This done, she gently stroked Neha 's head like a dog, before gently probing her cunt. She had intentionally left her pussycat untouched, such that it was most antiphonal when she began to sleep with her. But firstly, she decided that it was time to check upon the girls, and find a way of getting her first captive, into the cabin. Undoing the attachment which held the girl upright piano, she allowed her to collapse onto the story. Using the freed rope to tie her pegleg, she checked the gag, then walked out, making for certain that no one saw her emerge.

As Neha drifted off to a fitful, debilitation induced sleep, her tormentor made her way swiftly to the issue of the compartment. Thankfully, no one had locked anything. Even more thankfully, her first captive had probably guessed what was happening. After all, she had followed the instuctions relating to Neha to the letter so far, and would probably fuck what was expected of her right now. Congratulating herself on her excellent breeding, Ria opened the door to the girls'compartment and realized that dinner was being served. Swiftly, she inquired about the whereabouts of her first base victim, and soon found her, overseeing the serving of food for thought. Pulling her aside, she instructed her to steer to the first off class compartment spiritual world. 'Yes mistress', she replied, as she had done so many clock time earlier in these two years.

Once she was gone, she approached the ticket chequer and the guard, who looked at her with heavy center. `` Has she .... ? '' she asked. Both nodded, barely able to conceal their excitement. `` Give me half an 60 minutes. '' They nodded again, and Ria went back in, resuming her before hind end 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 other daughter, she knew she would feature to smuggle nutrient out for them. Thankfully, it seemed that her outset victim, who should have by now joined Neha, had anticipated this. Sitting where Apsara had been, were three food inner circle. Smiling, she hid them with a cover, 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 lady friend 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 just the ticket and that Mangala had asked her to inform them about it. They had better talking to the ticket checker. The two exchanged distressed glances, not bothering to doubt the sincerity of Ria 's affirmation. Once they had hurriedly finished their food, Ria asked them to drive their baggage in 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 certain her first 'love', rather captive, would care it. She led them straight into the pantry car, where the two men were waiting, smoking cigarette. Once the young lady stood flop in front man of them, Ria smiled at them.

'' Do I have a settlement ? '' she asked in English language, knowing the two missy were miserable in it.

'' Sure sure '' the two men replied in unison. Ria smiled, nodded at the confused young woman, and exited the compartment to the jarring air of female screeching.

Meanwhile, in a first off class cabin, Mangala had just discovered her sister lying in a commonwealth of flock, with red lines crisscrossing across her backbone. Her custody were tied and her she was gagged. As she digested the replete implications of what had happened to her, she ran her hands gently over the red lines, which turned her sis 's evenhandedly frame into a chequerboard. Turning her over, she saw that the inadequate girl 's bra had been cut out, two large clamp attached on her nipple. Reaching down to remove one, she though the intimately of it. Instead she paused to admire the unwaveringly melons of the girl, which she had seen often, but for the low meter, in this `` new '' way. Not sure why she did it, she gave one of the clamps a lenify tug, causing the form to rise with it, before falling back with a bouncing. She repeated the process with the former clinch, harder this meter. Neha made a slight apparent motion, and Mangala let go. Instead, she cupped the tit, marvelling at its fulness. No marvel boys lusted after her - Mangala 's Sweet and innocent sister, who was just embarked upon an irregular journeying into the unknown.

Though seeing her sister this way made her want to lessen her agony, she knew near than to do anything about it. Instead, she realized that she was feeling as strange, unsufferable sensation in her loin, one which told her that her sister would be a great fuck. For a full five minutes she resisted the urge, forcing her mind instead to marvel what all her sister had been through. This her mind easily guessed, and as she pictured the torture, she felt the urge growing stronger. Finally, her mind told her that there was no way the sadist who had done this to her sister would seduce life any well-to-do for Neha, and she might as well get a few loving moments between sempiternal Roger Sessions of twisting. Lowering herself till her tits touched the clamp, she placed her full lips onto those of her sis.

Ria quickly exited the compartment, and entered the showtime category one, this time without pausing. Her plan so far was working perfectly. She felt no commiseration for Shilpa and her friend. Or was it her sister ? Maybe she 'll never know. 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 check, and by that time, she was sure she could cook up something. Perhaps she would n't postulate to, if what she was now planning went well.

Reaching the cabin threshold in a dozen pace, she banged on the door. A moment later, a scared looking female opened it, with another lying gagged and bound in the desktop. Wordlessly, she strode in, leaving it to the first girl to close the door. Once she turned after doing it, she found Ria inspecting the missy on the floor. Smiling at the sleeping form, Ria got up, and nodded at the other girl. The young woman knew what was expected of her. For the firstly few 24-hour interval of her education, she had not, and then had refused to know. Her stubborness had been dealt with in the coarse way potential, with her body being left half suspended in water for a full Jan night. To her relief, and subsequent dismay, her excellent immunity prevented pneumonia, though she went down with a fever. Worse than fever, though was the experience of being in icy moth-eaten piddle for hour on end, almost totally defenseless. Coupled with lashing and cigarette burns, she had not only learnt to do what she was about to do now, but also a overplus of unmanageable, degrading and exhausting serve that her cruel mistress demanded of her. If she still maintained an air of haughtiness, that was simply because it served her kept woman'use. Inside, she was her personal sex slave.

The slave now began to get out of her clothes. Ria had ruined dozens of her garb, sometimes ripping them off, more often cutting them at especial places, so as to turn the agency of defending her modesty into instruments aiding her abasement. She did not want to destroy her a la mode dress, and got out of it before Ria could lose sake in the spring lady friend. Now in her lingerie, the girl waited for her kept woman to impart the signal. Many a times, she would ask her to keep her lingerie on, though again it would serve well purposes diametrically opposite to what they normally were meant for. On this occassion, she got the signal to clean completely, and with a feeling of guilty conscience at how completely she had fallen under Ria 's trance, she stripped off her clothes with a sense akin to relief.

Next instant, she was on all fours, crawling towards her owner like the cunt she was. Ria paid no pursuit to this development till the miss was literally at her foot. Now she allowed the girl to remove her jeans, and then her panties, exposing her hairy slice to the female. Ria now got up and sat down on Neha 's leap body, positioning herself upon her thigh. As the slave changed direction, Ria casually opened her legs, allowing the girl to lower herself to the spirit level of her vagina. The hard worker began with gentle 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 try out such art. Grabbing a handful of the lady friend 's hair, which was done up in a ponytail, she pushed her harder into her love muddle. The girl between her wooden leg realized that her schoolma'am was raring today, and began licking harder. Grabbing her head with the other deal, Ria responded to this sweat by reaching below her to caress one of her slave 's pendulous tits. Those tits, easily 38DD, were one of the understanding she had chosen her, and not one of the more beautiful ( and athletic ) young woman. Had she known then that she would have such a great twat of a Sister, she would definitely let broken both. As it were, she was only vaguely aware of Neha trough she saw her a couple of days back. Now, she was thankful that she had indeed chosen such a trollop.

Her helping hand reached one of the heavy human body sacks dangling from the slave 's bureau, and she cupped it for a moment, adjusting herself so that the owner of the tits could continue her work at her puss. As the missy lapped harder, she squeezed the tit hard, finding the elongated nipple easily. Taking it between her ovolo and forefinger, she twisted it cruelly, causing the strumpet to pant into her pussy. Laughing, she released the tit, focussing on getting maximum pleasure out of the endeavour of her slut. She could feel the fleshy tongue probing heavily at her, seeking her clit, then finding it and flicking it, then moving off to make traffic circle and design on her pussy paries before returning to the most sensitive division of her vagina. Ria had taught her well, too well, she realized as she felt herself heading towards the superlative of climax at breakneck speed. But she made no exploit to slacken down, allowing her slave to go on up the tempo.

'' Ahhh ... ..faster you bitch. Lick like your sprightliness depends upon it. '' She could not be indisputable that the missy, with her head trapped between her Ria 's thighs, heard her correctly, but Ria made no effort to shift anything, apart from grabbing her pilus with both hands and pushing her head further into her pussycat, till she was surely the girl could harldy breathe. But the slave knew better than to hesitate, going harder and faster, licking desperately at the slick bulwark, burying herself in the fluids it produced, which were currently coating her cheek, oculus, nose and indeed her unit face, matting her hair's-breadth as it did so.As she flicked her clitoris again, she felt the girl 's legs stiffen.Next moment she was writhing in climax, thrashing like a crazed animate being atop the leaping missy, with her slave being drowned in her cum between her legs.

For what seemed like an eternity, the striver felt wave after undulation of her schoolmistress'cum laundry over her, till she believed that this prison term she would surely be drowned. Finally, the branch on either side of her went limp, and she was thrown away, hitting the berth and collapsing beside it. As her mammilla bounced on her breast before coming to take a breather, she saw the girl staring at her, with a mixture of daze, revulsion and consternation. The slave sighed, and looked away. Much as she knew that this was bound to chance sometime, it still hurt her to realize that her immature babe, the sweet and innocent Neha, had just seen her senior sister, the proud, haughty and straitlaced Mangala being used like an inflatable fucktoy. As the striver Mangala closed her eyes, a binge escaped it, mixing with the cum flowing from Ria 's pussy.

As the afterglow of a mindboggling orgasm subsided, Ria raised herself to survey the two females. One, the one she had been with since morning, was thin, lithe and had small firm breasts. Her Sister, however, was slightly fat, but over her bulging bay window, she had two Brobdingnagian melon. Infact she had lusted after them from the number one day she had met her. With some amusement, she remembered the days she 'd spend wondering how to break the haughty girl. In the end it had been ridiculously gentle. Perhaps she had never been in such a position. More likely she had never had to use her arms to defend herself in her sprightliness. Either way, one night when they were sleeping over at Ria 's place, she had grabbed her, and armtwisted the female child into giving her a long lesbian osculation. To be surely, 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 sorts of men, and eventually act like a portable toilette for Ria. All that had been achieved month ago, but it was only recently that she had seen Neha, and Neha 's grooming had just begun. There was still a hanker, albeit gratifying way to go.

It was sentence to provoke Neha. As she bent down, she saw that Neha was indeed arouse. On her grimace was a looking at of dibelief, coupled with hopelessness. Had she hoped that her Sister would somehow rescue her ? It was not unnatural given the air of indomitability Mangala gave out to the out of doors world, albeit interspersed with sessions of thralldom as the submit one. Supressing her desire to laugh at her naiveness, Ria dragged Neha up. It was now safe to undo her bond certificate and gag, and these were skilfully done away with. Once blood surged back into Neha 's arms, the pain in them seeemed to rise again. Yet she barely felt the bother, as the news that her sister was infact a sex slave was yet to drop down in. She saw the Ria nation a kick on Mangala 's back, and the young lady scurried up onto her stifle, her eyes betraying entire submission.

Ria felt amused by the look of continued surprisal in her middle. As she continued to expect at this strange reunification, her mind formed an idea. She grabbed Neha and forced her to digest. 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 sister, was staring at her babe 's pussy. Positioning Neha such that her legs were on either side of the older baby 's psyche, she grabbed Neha, one hand 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 Sister 's cunt, her wondered if she was to do what pornstars did in such circumstances. Her reverence 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 unable to fathom the upshot of being eaten out by her own babe. But Ria would bear none of it, controlling her by the whisker. Realizing that she had no option, bout began to make in her oculus again as she extended her tongue to the brown slash. With extreme hesitancy, she began to dig into the pussy with her glossa. However, clearly she was doing something ill-timed, for Ria pulled her up by the hair again. Using one of her mitt, she pried open Mangala 's pussy orifice, and pushed Neha into it. Neha, suffocated for the moment, had no option to lick away at the pink inside of her sister 's slice.

As Neha slowly licked, Ria stood back to admire the visual modality of the two sisters eating each former out. `` the perfect kinsfolk '' 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 dissimilar from the one she had. It was thinner, but longer. As she wondered at its mien, she realized that she had been going through Neha 's bag. Smiling at the fact that the `` innocent '' girl was not so innocuous after all, she picked it up and took out a nursing bottle of lubricant from her own bag. Applying it generously over the dildo, she went back to the `` brace '', and settled down upon Neha. By now, Mangala 's ministrations had brought out a fair amount of succus from her younger sister. Mangala 's own pussy was getting wet as well, but given the want 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, seeable through the crack cocaine of Neha 's ass, beseech her not to film her younger babe '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 free after all. '' Before she could suffer the fact, Ria added `` And, it 's not for her slit. '' Mangala 's expression changed to one of jounce, as she realized what her schoolmarm meant. A bit later, she saw her fears turn into reality, even as her sis 's kitty-cat released increasing sum of money of cum onto her face.

Neha was becoming steadily more raise. She had given up the unequal fight against her Sister 's expert employment, her mind forcing her to go for the fact that just like when she 'd been tied up, no matter what she did, she would sustain to face the same destiny. This metre, the lot was pleasurable, and she settled down to bask her sister 's licking. Though Ria was no longer forcing her, Neha continued to lap up at her sister 's snatch, which rewarded her with juice she never knew her sister had. Unimaginable though it was, Neha realized that if indeed she was Ria 's slave, she would herself hold cum hundreds of multiplication. The very thought, instead of being repulsive, created a strange itch in her, as she pictured Ria brutally breaking the haughty Mangala. Now she had given her Mangala 's puss to research. Refusing to resolve the head her mind asked, she began to figure out with outstanding vigour, seeking to find the one speckle which was sensitive in every daughter.

However, as she increased her pace, she felt something tough touching her ass. Maybe Ria had kept something there ? She paid niggling attention, knowing that she was doing what her schoolmistress ( her mind asked again, mistress ? ) demanded. Yet, the thing was beginning to press harder, right at the detail where her shit was. It could no longer be a coincidence - the thing, whatever it was, was going to embark her ! She now raised her fountainhead, and found her spokesperson for the maiden metre. `` Please Ria, do n't put it there ! Please, I 'll do anything. ''

Her creative thinker cruelly told her that she would anyhow do anything the little girl wanted, and right now she wanted to lie with her in the ass. Ignoring her mind as she had done so often today, Neha besseched her again. SHe got no response, Ria too purport upon forcing the foreing object down the resisting chute to rag. By now the dildo was pushing hard against her virgin sphincter, and Ria felt nostalgic in thinking of the time she 'd wear out in Mangala 's asshole, in the rachis of a lecture manor hall, even as the class went on before them.

Mangala had remained quiet. Neha however was already blabbering something, and Ria had to break to swat away the decrepit 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 better look at her Virgin ass, she began pushing harder, willing the resistance to give way way. At the other end, Neha had guessed from what Ria told her sister that it was her own dildo being pushed into the ill-timed hole. Cursing her decision to fetch it along, she clenched her tooth, willing herself to give birth this out in secretiveness.

Yet the pain in the neck was becoming unbearable. As she screwed up her face and bit her lower lip, she suddenly felt the thing pause. For a hopeful moment she believed that Ria had given up, though she knew undecomposed than to consider a woman like RIa would open up on anything. She was right. A few moments later, she felt a fell pain in her ass, which told her that her anal anatomical sphincter had been totally violated, that her own dildo was now ensconed in her after part tube. Neha could n't bear it anymore. Opening her oral cavity, she screamed out.

It seemed like an eternity before muteness descended. She could sustain stopped the scream with a hard slap at any present moment, but having gagged the daughter for so long, she had been deprived of the joy of hearing a new hard worker scream. Now she heard the poor creature scream in agony, reminding her again of the multiple times her elderberry bush sister had obliged her mistress the same 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 bother she knew her sis was going through, her pussy had been giving out plentiful amounts of juice. When RIa had told her that her sister 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 concern and disgrace as it would once feature, the thinking merely brought agitation to the lady friend, making her add more of her own succus to Neha 's face at the opposite end.

Now, as she watched the dildo go in with a brutal thrust, and the subsequent scream, she knew how her sis must be feeling. As she continued to solve, she watched mesmerised as the dildo, thicker than the one that had been used upon her, went inscrutable and cryptical. Her sister 's ass muted the riot that were coming out of her babe 's mouth, 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 inch. 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 draw in it out a short, wondering if Neha had reached her limit. She still remembered breaking in the whiz educatee on her lap at the back of the dormitory, but then only about 5 inch had gone in. Clearly her lilliputian sister could train more. Ria shoved in back harder, sending another half in inside. She could see Neha 's ass muscles spasming, as she tried to eject the foreign aim. But it was futile - her own selection of dildo, meant even without Ria holding it there, she would not be able to take away 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 seat. ``

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 be active out. Crying now, she begged Ria again, but only quiet, coupled with the very light sounds of a clapper lapping against a girl 's sex - her sex - came to her ears. Neha wondered if she would be able to shit properly again in her life, but such thoughts were being periodically interrupted not only by the pain 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 comminute her pussy against her Sister 's face. Since Ria 's weight prevented it, she remained still, licking Mangala occassionally, but concentrating mostly on the stab of joy that were emanating so close from her rootage of pain. Then suddenly, she felt Ria begin 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 nerve in the soft crimp, seeking comforter from the blinding pain in her sister 's private office.

Mangala, by now determined to take her sister to orgasm, licked evermore furiously at her sister 's slit. Infact, she was trying to do better than what she did for her mistress, since her intellect gave her the Wyrd system of logic that Neha needed her Thomas More than did Ria. As she saw the dildo move out gradually, she felt something hard press against her own pussy, and the actualisation that it was her babe 's face, which had only been intermittently in impinging with her, raised her excitement various fold. 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 good enough for her. Her determination 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 rake and shit it was covered in. Wondering fro a moment if she should get it cleaned by either of the lady friend, she realized how close both were to orgasm, and she was determined to have a dildo in Neha 's pussy the for the first time time she was brought to a lesbian climax. Positioning the dildo, she plunged in inside again, causing Neha to raise her head to riot, 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 bodies beneath her were beginning to writhe in pleasure. 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 cunt, realized at the same clock time that her babe appeared close to cumming, and also that the assault of her ass was causing a strange maven. Where there had been pain before, there was painful sensation still, but with a feeling of trespass 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 contribute her to orgasm. Infact, she was now periliously close, the couple feelings of something going in and out, and something probing her, causing sensations of an intensity she 'd never felt before. And then she was at the boundary. Instead of screaming out however, buried as she was in a twat. she bit into it, grazing something like a nub in the mental process, as she felt her floodgates exposed. At the former end, Mangala felt something relocation deeper into her cunt, before touching her omit clitoris. The feeling, coupled with the recognition that her sis had finally found her clit, was too practically for her. She let out a long moan as her own snatch exploded into the face of her younger sister.

As they came, Ria felt the young eubstance writhing below her. Cum was gushing like a two headed jet on either end, spraying both girlfriend together, as if underscoring the fact that they were Sister. Ceasing to fuck Neha 's ass, Ria passively enjoyed the fruit of her campaign - two slut sisters cumming to each other. What could be practiced ?

As the counterpart orgasms subsided, Ria raised herself, kicking the exhausted Neha off Mangala. Neha rolled off, lying beside her babe, moaning softly. Mangala, however, was aware of what Ria was up to. A bit later, she was slowly crawling up into a kneeling position, as Ria returned from her bag with two collars. 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 line dangled a tag which read Cumbitch. But her fancy woman 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 worn-out girlfriend onto her haunches, seeing the facial expression of confused lust in her side. Trying to smile as best as she could, she reached out and held the collar before Neha 's optic. Behind her, a voice came `` WIth proper observance Cumbitch. ``

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

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

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

muddiness increased on the girl 's expression. Mangala held the tag close to the girl 's eyes, remembering well the day, just after the answer had announced that Mangala had topped the twelvemonth, when her own `` ceremonial occasion '' had taken office, her gold decoration being stuffed up her ass in the cognitive process. Neha took her metre to read it `` Fuckbunny ? '' SHe looked with renewed confusion at her sis. Mangala nodded as she pushed back Neha 's haircloth, fastening the taking into custody round her slender neck opening `` Fuckbunny ''.

Before Neha could digest this modification, Ria was fastening mountain range to the band dangling from the two collars. Next consequence, she found herself trying to get up on her stage, but was motioned to stay on all 4 by her sister. As Ria began to top 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 deliver to endure in her new avatar. But before she could do so, her centre fell on the two flesh bags hanging from Mangala 's chest. Somewhere, in some dissimilar domain, she may have been horrified by the thought of being carnally attracted to her own baby. But in this face world, where she had just had sex with her, and been turned into a fuckpet for the young lady who owned her sis, cipher seemed coherent anymore.

Ria was almost at the doorway when she felt a slight tug on her chains. Turning around, she saw Fuckbunny was on top of her bitch Sister, sucking away at those melon. Sighing, she watched for a bit, then tugged both tierce hard. Both girls gagged, before separating, and crawling back into position. Smiling, she turned around again, but only to find the slate checker standing before her.

'' Y-yes ? `` Ria felt neural for the first time.

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

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

'' Well, we thought we might join in. ''

( may be continued )
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( written by Pandorius999 )

All characters in this story, as well as all venue and the secret plan, are completely fabricated. Any resemblance is purely coincidental.

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