`` An unexpected Journey ''

Neha stood in presence of the mirror, staring at her tiny 5'2 material body, straightening her blue sky blouse, before moving to the short circuit she had paired with them. Noticing a slight mar on the correct leg, she turned to change it, before stopping herself. It was an educational trip after all, that too with her elder sis and her friend. Dropping the plan to deepen her underdrawers, she began to apply sunscreen to her side, preparing for the hot sun that beat down outside.

As she applied the cream generously over her oval face, before rubbing some more on her forehead and over her palpebra, she again paused to check herself out. Barring the fact that she had some Edward D. White solidus of excess cream making not so esthetic business line on her boldness, she looked pretty a lot the way she wanted to appear. At 19 and just out of her first year in a girls'college, Neha may feature some half-baked melodic theme about what the world wanted a girl to front like, but no one could abnegate that she was pretty. If her father were to be believed, it was her Prunus amygdalus shaped eyes, rare for her community, set on a slightly elongated face, with high eyebrows and staring lips, which made her the cynosure of all eyes. That those center had hitherto been those of ageing aunt, street ragtag and ofcourse her puritan of a sister, was not her fault. As she adjusted the straightforward shoulder length hair which completed her kisser, she was filled with the all too familiar longing to be appreciated by a man. With her looks, why would n't they ? But first, she 'd experience to feel a way of evading her sister 's iron keep, something she 'd not yet been able to do. Sighing, she reminded herself that it was an educational trip after all.

'' Neha ! '' Somewhere from the deepness of an all too familiar world, came the voice of her mother. Neha looked at herself once more, then rubbed the sunscreen More evenly over her face. This done, she headed downstairs, to see Mangala and her protagonist Ria standing around what looked like their luggage. THeir female parent was standing a little away, by the kitchen counter, asking if they would need 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 daughters will be capable to just catch the geartrain. '' distinctive Mangala. Neha sighed again, as she descended the stairs. Halfway down, however, Mangala noticed the apparition, and promptly shifted her ire onto her untried sib. `` My dear baby girl, if you could kindly get your things ready instead of staring at your cranium, we 'd all be much obliged. '' It took Neha a few s to register the Logos brainpan, s in which Mangala had covered the distance between them, and was pushing her up the stairs like a sack of Irish potato.

Once the stunned girl was in her room once again, Mangala wasted one breath complaining about the lot in the room, before shifting to specifics. `` Did you pack all I asked you to ? ``

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

'' Good. spear carrier batteries for the tv 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 reply, her sister had fished out her favorite stuffed toy out of the bag, and was holding it like the grounds of some henious crime. `` Did I not specefically ask you not to let in this ? '' Neha gave a sullen look. The teddy flew into the press, and her babe stomped out. From the rump of the stairs came a footer to take her Mobile River and get her stuff and nonsense downstairs in five s. Openly swearing now, Neha finished packing, intentionally placing the toy back in the bag. This done, she picked up her cell and pocketbook, before running a quick check for anything she 'd left behind. cypher except ... ..her oculus spotted an elongated objective sticking out of her underwear drawer. On a intuition, she picked it up and gormandise it into her bag. All done, she headed down, wondering if the educational slip would be allowed to remain just that.

An hr and another stuffed toy related argument later, Neha found herself in a gearing compartment with fifty more smelly female, all of whom were desperately trying to blot out their body odour with a mixed bag of aromatic compounds. None were succeeding, her nasal sess informed her, as she somehow managed to wedge between Apsara, who looked more like the obese mother of an angel than an angel herself, and her sister 's ally Ria. practically to her fill-in, Ria proved to be more amiable caller. Ria was 21, and easily stood a foot over Neha. A instinctive athlete and dancer, her physical body reminded one of the features of the female figurines which adorned the wall of tabernacle. `` 36C-28-40 '' Neha made a genial guess of the girl 's statistics.

To her embarassment however, she found Ria staring at her as she was just rounding off her round of golf ass. Looking away hurriedly, Neha pretended to be admiring Apsara, something which drew an appreciative grinning from the heavy girl. Unfortunately, the grin only made her look even more like mortal 's mother-in-law, and Neha was forced to look away. right wing in battlefront of her, two conservative-looking girls were poring over something in a book filled with numbers. One of them met Neha 's stare, shifting with disapproval to the shorts she was wearing. Exasperated by the answer she was getting, yet frightful of looking at Ria again, Neha moved her chief in random directions for a few minutes. Everywhere she looked however, she was met with inquiring, sometimes disapproving flavour. They seemed to say `` What 's your business enterprise here kid ? '' They were right. This was a tierce Year trip, and had her sis not used her influence to get an spare slate for her, there was no way she 'd suffer been in the railroad train at that moment. On second thought, maybe getting bored for two long summer months was better than going to a bunch of stone cut caves with a bevy of evil looking girls. And where exactly was her sis ?

Ria seemed to show her thoughts. `` Feeling out of place eh ? It happens. Your sister is officious with the ticket-checker, probably haggling over something. '' Neha had no option but to look at her now, and she was again struck by Ria 's features - only this clip, they were facial. Neha noted, with appreciation the fact that Ria too had an oval brass, but her center were big and round. So too were her sassing, the luminousness pink on them going well with her light peel tone. Like all young lady Neha knew, Ria had sinister pilus, made into curls which fell gracefully along her articulatio humeri. 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 locks.

If Ria found her behaviour strange, she showed no sign of it. Instead she let her friend 's sister stroke her hair, running her long white fingerbreadth through the black mass, gently pulling it till it gave way. Instinctively, she moved one, then all, fingers from the hair to the fair cheeks. Unable to break eye physical contact, Ria felt soft fingers glide ever so gently over her face, till they covered her brass, moving over her pry 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 mother. Nonplussed, she stared straight ahead, at the two girls. They too had noticed the more than friendly philia of this unknown towards their classmate, and in all likelihood would own coughed, nay belched if Apsara not obliged. they now looked at her with an reflexion akin to the faithful towards a heretic. Unable to return to Ria after what had transpired, Neha instead settled in for a war of glares.

She did not know how prospicient she kept up the unequal battle, but eventually she tired of constantly giving stares which were more in the arena of her baby. Instead, she got up, and without casting so much as a look towards the objective of her unexpected affection, she headed towards the gutter. Unfortunately, tidings appeared to have got travelled fast, for she got inquisitive stares and the occassional giggle from many of the women. Reaching the door, of the compartment, she realized it was out-of-doors, allowing the surface countryside to rush by. More importantly, after the suffocating atm of the situation, 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 revel the breeze.

With the breeze however, the thoughts of Ria seemed to bring back. What had she done ? On the expression of it, all she had done was admire the beauty of a person of the Lapp sex. But as everyone in the compartment probably knew by now, the way of wonder had exceeded the definition of favorable touching by a mile and to a greater extent. Somehow, she 'd felt attracted to the little girl as she 'd not been to any former soul. Had Ria too admired her ? She 'd always wanted to be admired by a man, but at that bit she desperately wanted to be appreciated by Ria. Unknowingly, she 'd developed a infatuation on Ria.

As she pondered in profundity the evolution of the old half hour, she did not notice another figure emerge behind her, and stand silently for a import. It made a motion as if it 'd choose to go back, then stopped. Sighing, it lowered itself beside the retrospecting young lady. Getting no reaction from her, she gently placed a hand over the girl 's slender shoulder joint. The girl almost jumped out of the gear in surprise, before stammering `` Wh ... .who ? Oh ! '' Her attempt at hiding the electrical shock 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 help, as she could sense Neha trembling beneath her. Trying to calm her down, she moved closer, till their shoulders met. Now she could palpate her entire torso vibrating with the microseism emanating from the girl beside her.

Neha felt Ria shifting closer. though she now had ample ground to look at her, Neha somehow could not bring herself to look at her. Why had she come ? To tell her that what she did was wrong ? Being the sister of the most prudish girl in the world, she 'd heard the talking to a million metre, and had become immune to such comments. Still, this was not her sis, but the little girl she ... .Neha forced her mind to say the word `` liked '', but she knew her judgement had formed a different give-and-take. A Christian Bible which Ria seemed to somehow sense, for she withdrew her manus. Yet she did not go away, but stayed there, staring direct ahead.

import passed. Neha cast a fleeting glimpse at her sister 's Quaker, 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 gaze. Their middle were locked onto each former, and again Neha found herself drifting somewhere she knew she mus n't go. Strangely, it seemed that Ria ... ..Ria had broken the regard, looking away, her center vacuous. Neha continued to gaze, unable to founder her gaze away from the beautiful face before her. Yet she too looked away after a consequence, realizing that she had again drifted into severe amniotic fluid. But, had Ria followed her, even for that infinitesimal fraction of a second gear ? Neha could n't severalise.

They sat as before, each staring ahead. Yet now Neha had a burning desire to bed what the other thought, and raised her eyes towards Ria again. Before she could study her in any detail, however, one of the daughter 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 crapper cubicles. Neha could not have a bun in the oven it anymore. Seeing no reaction from Ria, she decided to get up, perhaps go into some vacate compartment, spend time alone. As she tried to get up, Ria suddenly reached out and grabbed her arm.

As their middle met, she saw Ria mouth a single parole `` waiting ''. Neha settled down again, wondering why she needed to await, and for what. Still, this was the first reaction she 'd got from the girl after the second prurient moment, and she was n't about to disobey. Ria made no further sign of knowing her, and as the minutes ticked by, Neha increasingly began to suspect that they were waiting for the giggling girl to get out. Her supposition was right. After an eternity, the missy emerged and headed back, serenading the match with another snort.

As soon as she was gone, Ria jumped up, grabbed Neha roughly by the arm and with storm strong point, 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 side were threshold leading into cabins. Ria chose the second, and peered in. It was empty. From the face of things, all of them were evacuate. 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 first metre 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 speedy breathing adding to the sense of desperation that animated her lineament. Ria instinctively took a step back. Neha stopped, then slumped down on a bunk, looking out of the windowpane. Ria waited another moment, before taking a seat. To Neha 's surprise, it was not opposite, but beside her.

'' Neha ... .. ''

Neha did n't want to appear. So far she 'd been convinced that Ria had been offended by her overtures, and had come to clear affair out. But if that was the case, why drag them in here ? This secluded place was to a lesser extent apt for apologia than for ... ..'Neha .... '' Neha could n't bear it anymore. She looked, and was surprised to see a strange look in Ria 's eyes. Before she could realize it, Neha was looking deep into Ria 's middle again, and this time, Ria came forward, till they were right beside each other. As if on cue, Neha 's deal moved towards her face, resuming what had been rudely disturbed earlier. This time however, her hands seemed determined to explore to a greater extent of Ria 's feminine beauty. Barely realizing it, Neha moved her script slowly over Ria 's moist lips, gently running over the soft petals before slowly parting them with her finger's breadth. Her oculus fixed on Ria, her index finger began to promote harder, till it was pushing against a bony barrier. Harder, and she felt Ria open her back talk a little. Warm air wafted out, drifting over Neha 's manus, causing her finger to crowd harder, till it was inside her back talk. As it began to explore her buccal tooth decay, Neha could sense her desire growing strong, forcing her to press in a second, then a third base fingerbreadth. But finger's breadth were not enough.

Her married person meanwhile, was quicker in analyzing the situation. Having been surprised by the lust the young girl felt towards her, she 'd waited till she could be sure of it. Never the one to approach anyone directly, she 'd played the part of the surprised girl to ne plus ultra. Now that she could be for sure, she felt she could weigh on ... ..Ria 's attention was distracted by one of Neha 's nails brushing against her sensitive buttock. Yet the very distraction brought back memories of an sooner meter, 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 body turned around skilfully till it was monotonous upon the berth. Getting the familiar sentience of being in control, she lowered herself onto the girlfriend, wondering if she would savor just like ... ...

Her partner, surprised by the sudden personnel casualty of restraint, was soon in the pure bliss of her number 1 lesbian kiss. . She now felt certainly she 'd always wanted Ria, Ria 's soft lips to be exact. She felt sure her attraction was aboriginal, something which she 'd not clearly realized. Why how when. Neha 's mind asked in a remote spokesperson, one she was comrade with in her little elbow room back nursing home. A room where she 'd longed for a man 's ghost. Now ... ..in this exotic compartment, it seemed everything had changed. She 'd found pure have sex, and that too in a woman who was her sister 's best supporter. But again, did she worry ? 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 pink petal again, prolonging the embracing, even as her eyes looked ever deeper into Ria 's globe, asking a million interrogative and getting what answers, she knew not.

For the briefest of moments, Neha came up for air, before going back to fascinate the upper lip. Unconsciously her manpower, moved closer. As she continued to kiss, her workforce moved into the comrade silken refuge of Ria 's mane, stroking it like she would stroke a lover 's. Strangely, Ria seemed to be beginning to respond as well, her eyes betraying a lust that pushed aside discombobulation, even as her external respiration became faster, seemingly matching the heartbeat of Neha 's heart.

Yet Ria seemed to want to a greater extent, and faster. Stopping mid-kiss, she pulled away, and looked deep into the other girl 's oculus. Next moment, 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 writhing extremity had penetrated it, pushing past her teeth, seeking her lingua. Neha did n't need to follow : her tongue was found and engaged in passionate play by the invader. Not bothering to wonder what had occassioned this change, Neha lay there as Ria explored her mouth, running along her cheeks, teeth and what not, even as Neha 's own resident appendage gave it relentless pursual.

Just as she seemed to be settling into a rythm, Ria broke away again, this time to go away from Neha 's eyeshot. As the surprised girl raised her school principal to enquire, she was suddenly pushed down as something soft connected with her neck, moving up and down, running something slippery and warm, planting a thou kisses on it. Neha raised her hand to hold this invisible attacker, running her digit gently through the tomentum which she so loved, as Ria ravaged her neck and articulatio humeri as she 'd earlier done with her sassing.

'' Unhhh '' a moan 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 consistence to a nation of ecstacy she 'd never before experienced in her life. The apparent movement on her neck opening stopped, and reappeared on her mouth, kissing hard, eager to train in as much of the other as man material body would let. Neha 's bridge player now wrapped around Ria 's shoulders, leave her to crusade harder against her trunk, till they could become one. Ria replied by running her hired hand through Neha 's hair, making Wave and approach pattern which only served to stimulate her Sir Thomas More.

They were kissing faster now, kissing with wild abandon, their tongues chasing each former, flicking and entwining, till one would follow up for breath. And then back again. Neha was now pressing harder into Ria 's backbone, digging her nails into the delicate anatomy, wanting to pull her completely inside. As they writhed, she was also aware of her breasts mashed against hers. Those complete breasts ! As Ria came up for air, she wedged her hired hand between their bodies, such that she was now cupping one of her lover 's tits.

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

The fact that Ria made short-change work of stripping down to her waistline, meant that Neha was now looking directly at Ria 's knocker. As she 'd guessed, they were quite large, almost pendulous. Yet, they appeared house, without any more sag than that expected of such great ball. better still, as she looked on, she could almost see her nipple growing in size, till they were almost halff an inch long. As if to think about her, Ria lazily raised her arms, till they were interlocked above her fountainhead. The movement caused an ever so slight bounce in the boobs, but it was enough to make Neha 's lecherousness for those tits uncontrollable. Strangely, Ria lowered her hands in prison term to push her back down.

Instead, she moved her hands up Neha 's eubstance, feeling her sonant abdomen, before reaching her tits. Not as large as Ria 's but also firm, they were subjected to some patrician pressure through the soft fabric of her attire. Then, as Neha raised her hired hand again, seeking the enticing fruits hanging from Ria 's pectus, she suddenly felt a abrupt pain in her chest - Ria was mauling her tits hard.

'' Ahhh ... '' the involuntary moan caused Ria to pause for a moment, then restart the cruel squeezing. She now positioned her deal till they were each cupping a tit. As Neha realized that Ria 's manpower were just the right size of it for her breast, she felt Ria 's digit dig deep into the subdued flesh, sending pangs of agony through her eubstance, along with sparks of fleshly passionateness. Squeezing public treasury Neha was sure enough her fingerbreadth had penetrated her frame, she held them there, looking thick into Neha 's eyes. As Neha tried to rivet through the blinding bother, she saw that Ria 's expression had changed. It was no longer that of a confused girl, but one of a thirsty female, who was determined to shoot everything she wanted from her partner. And evidently, she wanted it fast.

For the fraction of a second, Neha felt the pressure on her tits relax, then they were trapped in those vice like fingers again. forged, she moved her hands up and down, mashind the jailed melons against each early, causing Neha to let loose another groan of infliction. Again she held it for what seemed like an eternity. Then the fingers relaxed, and Neha lowered her head, hitherto craning upwards to beg clemency of her buff. As relief flooded her tits, she barely heard the rip of material. Yet she did notice the coolness of the cabin air on her bare venter, and a moment later, was shocked to witness a blade appear out of nowhere. As her mind became fully aware of her predicament, she saw the blade lower itself onto her articulatio humeri, before moving slowly over her skin public treasury it was under her bra strap. She felt a tug against her breast, as if it was being pulled up, then an abrupt exit. Her bra strap had just been sliced into two. Similar destiny met the early strap, and thereafter Neha felt the knife in the valley between her pitcher's mound. The phone of textile being cut met her ears, and then cool air brushed across her medium nipples.

Stunned by the ontogeny, she was nonplussed to observe that even after disposing so callously of her clothing, Ria still had the knife in her hand. Was she planning on killing her ? As a feeling of little terror began to make her breathe faster, she found the knife hovering over her chest, dangerously near her pounding heart. She knew raising her hand would be useless - she had been defeated without a touch 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 gay woman killer.

As her mind raced, and her center throbbed in her pharynx, Ria lowered the tongue public treasury it was lying over her forget pap. With an expression of eagerness, she began to run the flat of the steel over her nipples, causing the pith to react to the cold brand. The knife now moved from one nipple, over the outer space between her breasts, to the former. A similar treatment followed, making Neha flavour that her heart would explode in her chest. The tongue was now raised, till it hovered once again, this meter over her side. Neha knew that even if Ria dropped it, Neha stood to drop off some part of her face. Her eyes fixed on the Damocles'sword, she became mindful of the hand on her tit again. This prison term it gave a playful squeezing, before reaching for her tit. For a moment it lay there, just as the knife had done, feeling the hardness of the tit above a pitcher's mound of effeminacy. Then it slowly captured the Benny Hill between two fingers.

Next moment, Neha, fixated as she was to the deadly weapon hovering above her, felt an acute pain at the tip of her tit, which spread quickly over the rest of it, informing her of a new generator of torture. Tears welled in her centre, causing her to voice what her eubstance had been screaming in her mind long before. `` Please Ria, it hurts ! ``

Ria merely raised the knife to her own lips, in a apparent movement 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 mistake by lusting after this seemingly friendly young woman. Did she hate her sis ? Was she taking out all the angst against Mangala on the untested girl ? Illogical as it may seem, it appeared to be the only explanation, rather the exclusively explanation she could incur for the rapid change in her plight. The other alternative, Neha shuddered to think, was that somehow Ria enjoyed causing pain.

Ria let go of her tit, only to attack the other, this time twisting her nipple concentrated, causing Neha to beg with growing desperation. To be honest, she 'd at one time or the other masturbated to television of female child being punished, and the pain, though great, was something she 'd expected from a less than blue-blooded lover. What terrified her, rather, was the fact that Ria was behaving in a sadistic manner, one which told her of big tribulation lying ahead.

As she pondered over these, she saw Ria 's headway disappear again, along with the knife. Next minute, she felt something warm enclose her bequeath nipple. Unrestrained this clip, she saw Ria 's head latching onto the tit, sucking it like it was going to yeild Milk River. Inspite of the pain ( and she could construct out some of the topmost fall guy on her tit ), Neha could n't avail but wonder at the novel sense datum that was beginning to course of study through her body. Having been freed temporarily ( she guessed ) from any new agony, she became more acutely aware of the balmy pull on her white meat, which was causing her sexual urge, momentarily overwhelmed by pain, to grow again. During the numerous bedtime sojourns into the world of her sexual fantasy, she 'd wondered what it would be like to be sucked on by an grownup. Now, it was all coming truthful, in the strangest of circumstances, and though she was fully cognisant that this lull in Ria 's brutality may be deceptive, she could n't help but assay Sir Thomas More of Ria 's soft mouth, lapping and sucking at her erect nub. Finally raising her right field hand, she placed it gently on Ria 's question, and was relieved to get hold no resistance. Emboldened, she began to press her palm harder against Ria 's nous, willing her to suck harder. Ria seemed to comply, causing Neha to get steadily more aroused.

As Ria 's ministrations continued, Neha 's judgement began once again to think of pleasure, and pleasure alone. She began to press her bruised breast against her tormentor 's boldness, 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 headway from the young woman 's pectus. Her eyes disclosed cypher, and Neha wondered what she 'd done to abort the intimate act. Slowly, Ria raised herself, till she was once again straddling Neha, her proud tit bouncing. If Neha had hoped that she 'd be allowed to suck on them, she was again frustrated, 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 left it, and made a ace threatening motion towards her. In another here and now, 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 emptiness of the cabin brought her to her senses, and she raised herself, massaging her brusied breasts as she did so. As the chill air conditioned air began lift horripilation across her back, she realized her predicament. Ria had, by tearing her wearing 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 morals. 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 unknown pleasures, and as the pain subsided, Neha began to wonder if being with Ria the half lover one-half sadist, may not be such a bad suggestion after all.

Having nothing to do for now, Neha 's thoughts began to cut into into phantasy once again. She wondered if Ria was experienced, if she 'd had sex with other cleaning lady before. there was nothing to turn out it, yet something in her forceful, domineering case told her that even if she had not, she would likely do it everything about lesbian sex, there was to recognize. And Neha wanted to find out. After all, now that she had taken the plunge, the plunge that had left her naked yet strangely fulfilled in an empty cabin, she might as well learn Sir Thomas More. Maybe, she could spend the Nox with Ria, making passion cashbox ... ..

A fathom extraneous caught her care. It seemed someone had opened the threshold to the number one class compartment, and Neha could n't be for certain if it was Ria or one of the sentry duty. Somehow she did n't want to hide herself from Ria, but ... ... Spotting the small infinite below the lower billet, she quickly crawled into it. import later, the door opened, and Neha could make out a yoke of military charge framed by the open doorway. The intruder had evidently hoped to encounter someone, and for a here and now he stood there. Then, he abruptly turned and walked off, the strait of hard safety dying away. He had left the door unfastened, and Neha could n't be sure if he had left for good, or was merely consulting a colleague. Her heart still in her mouth, Neha lay as still as she could for a while, 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 space. What should she do ? If they ran a exhaustive hunt of the cabin, they would surely receive her. Even if she was left unmolested, it would be a terribly embarassing to be discovered nude before so many girl. news program would spread like wildfire ... ... as Neha scrutinised the end of the corridor from where the sounds were coming, she suddenly found a lissom figure standing beside her. Jumping back in panic, it was a second before she realized it was Ria, back with their bagful and a shirt. Without a word, she threw the shirt at the pose female child, and raced off in the centering opposite to the one towards which Neha had been looking.

For a second, zero seemed to prepare common sense. The phone 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 open door of the compartment. Her heart in her mouth, she made a hyphen for it. She had no musical 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 pick 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 up down ? She realized too late that it was n't an option, as a pattern materialized before her. WHAM !

Next instant she was lying savourless on the storey, or more correctly, upon somebody who was lying savorless on the floor. Whoever it was, however, was undaunted by this assault, and quickly pushed Neha off itself, before dragging her by the hair into the nearest cabin. Pain shot through her head teacher, eclipsing all others, but Neha had no time, much less breath, to scream. Three seconds later, she was laid down flat on the floor, and the door securely closed.

Instantly her script went to her wretched hair, but it did n't prevent her from realizing that it had been Ria who had reacted so swiftly to Neha 's precipitately arrival, and had used a brutally efficient method acting to hide her before the two men found them. Now as she lay moaning and trousering, Ria squatted over her as before, only this time, there was grim urging written all over her face. Lowering herself till she was in from Neha 's cheek, Ria recklessly undid two buttons of the hastily donned shirt. Finding her left tit, she squeezed it heavily, forcing Neha to sharpen on the young woman above her. Again, no words were spoken, but from motion, Ria made it clear that they would have to be absolutely subdued till the two men left. Neha wanted to add, `` if they left '', but she guessed the older lady friend already knew this.

But silence clearly did not match with inactivity in Ria 's book, for she was soon fondling Neha again. Softly at first, as if to get the bearing of what she 'd left. Then harder. Neha 's shirt was opened again, but Ria made no signaling of wanting to taste the succulent buds. Instead, she furnished two malign looking clamps from her pocket ( inspite of the fear of inevitable painfulness, Neha could n't help wonder how a little girl could be so resourceful, unless ... .she had planned for it ! ). Neha watched in wide eye repulsion as one of her still upright nipples was slowly captured by the clinch, before it closed over it. `` Unhhh ... .please Ria ! '' following moment, a stinging pain on her left over impertinence had joined the pain coursing from her tit, and she opened her tearfilled center to see Ria giving her a stern look, one finger on her brim. Unfortunately, the sight also included the view of the other clamp, which was in the cognitive operation of descending upon its helpless victim. unable to look, Neha felt the pain all the more acutely as the clamp secured the second nipple. Unable to groan, and pretty sure that Ria would leave behind 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 meat of her. In a present moment it was gone. Ria now got up, till Neha could see her towering over her, the genital organ of her knickers directly above her pectus. For a terrifying moment, Neha thought she would get down herself onto the clamp-held tits, but she moved off. Instead, she seemed to be bending over something. Though every move, 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 blueprint. Selecting the to the highest degree sheer of the lot, she dumped the others in the bag, and returned to the supine lady friend. In a warm movement, she grabbed one clinch and yanked it so hard that Neha felt her tit would be ripped off. Instead, she found that her physical structure had responded by moving to a sitting position.

Ria moved behind the girlfriend, and was raising her limp weapons system, so as to pull the bra strap over her shoulders from the front. This done, she hooked the bra behind her, pushing the clamp into odd positions, thereby causing the poor girl further torture. As binge now flowed freely down her nerve before landing upon her anguished cleavage, Ria forced the lady friend to digest up, this time by pulling her hairsbreadth. Staggering up in a pain-filled shock, Neha felt her finally bit of respectable clothing, her little boxers, being pulled down, before her panties followed. Another smack was however needed, before Neha stepped loosened stepped out of them. Now standing practically naked ( big than defenseless, Neha told herself, realizing how obscene her bra-encased clamped bosom were looking ), the miss saw Ria motility around the young lady, checking her out. Satisfied, she grabbed one of her ass cheeks, and squeezed it hard. Neha, fearing another one shot of agony, instinctively moved away, but Ria merely pulled on her tomentum to end this electric resistance.

Instead, she moved away, rummaging in her own bag this clip. Out came what looked like a very contract bang, some tape and scissors hold. Leaving the belt-like official document for the fourth dimension 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 utterly flurry look in her eye, Ria chuckled, before landing another backbreaking smacking on her right cheek. As Neha opened her lip in a riot, it was brutally cut short by a ball of cotton wool which was wedged snugly between her tongue and upper berth tooth. Still stunned by the unexpected rape, Neha provided no impedance as the sr. girl calmly cut out five in of the thick tape, and glued her lips shut with it. To be secure, another length of tape was soon complementing the former, at a diagonal to it.

Effectively gagged, Neha saw Ria take out a distance of rope, with which she first made a iteration around a small handle protruding from an overhead AC vent, probably for pulling it down once the screws were loosened. This done, Ria tugged at it, noting the want of movement of the gore. Neha realized now what the girl was intending to do, and she began to stake off. She was almost at the room access when she felt a conversant tug on her whisker. Yelping, she felt herself pulled back roughly. Should she scream ? Her nous 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 awe of embarassment ? the fear of rapine ? Or some perverse attractiveness to the girl who was in the process of devising steadily more degrading and injurious style of torturing her ?

As her broken nous gave no signals, her hitch workforce were grabbed and attached rougly to the oddment of the Mexican valium. Ria climbed upon the table between the berths to create a complex of nautical mile which soon had Neha tied securely, like some marionette from a string. Worse, the way she 'd been tied, her metrical foot were barely touching the ground, while her lower arms were in an odd diagonal, unsupported and hurting. Whether Ria had intended this, or this odd perspective was all she could grapple 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 was that with her feet barely touching the ground, the rocking of the train was all the more noticeable, and she felt that at any mo she might loosen balance, and set about danging mid air by the weight of her hands. Worse, she might bring the AC grill board and bric-a-brac upon herself.

While Neha had been trying to fruitlessly adjust herself, Ria had returned with the belt-like tool. If Neha had known better, it was really a lash of sorts, disguised to look like a belt so that the owner did not get questioning aspect when it accidentally came out. However, as Neha was to determine, it was just as in effect as a normal whiplash, perhaps, on news report of its girth, even more.

Ria now stepped back to admire the girl. Again, memories of an earlier encounter flooded her mind, making her one-half want that her current victim would be more cocky, would try to get off and oppose back, just like the sooner one had done. Then, she 'd thought such opposition as a check, but now, she realized it was half the fun. Sighing nostalgically, Ria wondered where that initiative 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 train this girl, though to be dependable Neha seemed to be betraying a sense of attraction which made her task far easier. Indeed, Ria would suffer rewarded her for such idolatry, 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 end of Neha 's article of clothing she 'd left in another cabin on the other incline of the compartment. `` unspoilt, '' thought Ria, `` I have to get this done soon. '' Closing the door, she looked at the poor girl, in whose heart the faint first moment that she would will her alone, was dying out. Ria smiled, as she advanced with the dangerous physical object in her helping hand, boulder clay she was almost touching her victim.

Unlike her first-class honours degree dupe, this one seemed almost on the brink of passing out. It would be a pity if she did - after all, grooming did not include taking smelling Strategic Arms Limitation Talks. Still, if her showtime victim was anything to go by, she would only become more aware as the academic session progressed, and Ria knew she never hurt one sufficiency to make her bye 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 torso, was something Ria always relished. She relished even more the pitiable yelp of a gagged daughter, who was being tortured for the first base prison term in her life. The whip, to be true, had landed on venter, and the girl was now trying to back off. Ria had anticipated this, tying the knot tight enough to prevent her from going beyond a sure distance without leaving the basis. The rocking of the power train made matter worse for the girl. As if to mock her effort at escape cock, the outer space between the beths was sufficient for tying up a girl and whipping her, but everytime she tried to escape, she would hit one of the berths. This now happened, the female child being wedged in the niche made by one of the berths and the table.It gave Ria the discrete effect of a cornered rat, terrified of the feline approaching it.

Ria knew she could whip Neha to a bright red in the stream office, but she was never one to use her lash indiscriminately. She now raised the whip again, allowing Neha to admire the weapon for a full two arcsecond, before landing it on her calf. Neha jumped and lost her proportion, hitting the table and being forced forward to regain her footing, due to the shortness of the bonds above. Ria used this occassion to land another hard reversal, right across her clamped tit. Stunned by the third assault, Neha now fell back onto the table, before being forced to somehow incite forward again.

Ria could n't assist it anymore. Lowering the party whip, she broke out laughing, which grew as she noted the thin billet that the whiplash had made across her titmouse, the bra providing skimp tribute to her breast. Yet Ria the consequence Ria realized that her tits had some cover, she brought out the scissors. Beginning with the leftfield cup, she slowly began to cut out the weird gibbosity at the centre of the cup. This freed up the clamp, and it stuck out of the bra like a impossibly long nipple. The former cup followed, and Ria let the man of cloth fall away.

Grabbing Neha, she roughly pushed the incapacitated girl towards the early side of the cabin, till she was almost at the door. This allowed Ria ample acess to Neha 's squiffy butt. Though she always had a druthers for tits, she could n't help but look up to the cycle suppleness of her muscularity, which clenched involuntarity in futile prediction of where the adjacent blow would go. Yet for a few consequence Ria paused to look up to her prey again. Neha was tenuous than the early girl, and her ass more tight. She could just envisage how a dildo would look, sticking out between those orb. Ria smiled - what Neha lacked in spirit, she more than made up with a slayer consistence.

Whack ! Neha felt as if a knife had been run across the duration of her spinal column. She would own believed that that was indeed the pillowcase, had she not get laid what was in Ria 's script. Ever since the crop had begun flying, she had been in one endless incubus, trying to flee what was impossible to run from. To make affair spoiled, not only were the lashes severe and unpredictable, with each blow, her scurrying only added to the pain in the ass in her hands. By now she was for sure her stick were about to pop out. Yet she could n't simply abide there and strike the painful sensation could she ? fissure ! This coke landed between her bare ass cheek, periliously close to her anal hole. She lost her balance again, and tumbled to one side of meat, hitting the berth and bouncing off, her armpit flaring up in the modish of serial publication of dreadful experiences.

But it was far from over. As Neha turned to see where the adjacent blow would issue forth, the succeeding reversal indeed landed on her side, making her jump like a daunt cat. As she moved to one face, so as to keep off getting the next one at the same pip, she saw the lash upgrade again, and land on her result leg. Again, she lost her balance, and crashed into a berth, this time hitting her berm. And so it went on. Every metre Neha would move, she would get a lash on a different office of her dead body. Though her intellect told her that escape was impossible, her trunk tried on, getting exhausted, and developing a serious strain in her hands. All the while, Ria continued to look on with an expression of amusement, which somehow, Neha feared but could not hate. Somehow, even when torturing her, when making her run around like an animal in a cage, there was something alluring about the girl, something which Neha knew would make her stoppage even if she was on the verge of destruction. Somehow, she was attracted, fatally perhaps, to everything Ria, including the sadistic fetish for hurting her.

Ria watched with growing amusement as the girl kept on trying to escape the blow. Eventually she felt her lash 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 lasting damage to her draw workforce, or may pass out. She landed a final set of thong to the clamped tits, causing the clamps to fly in all instruction, bringing forth bracing groan and flavor of desperation from the exhausted female. Flexing her muscle, Ria now threw the whip on one of the berths, before sampling the salty fluids which were freely flowing down the girl 's expression. This done, she gently stroked Neha 's head like a dog, before gently probing her pussycat. She had intentionally left her slit untouched, such that it was most responsive when she began to fuck her. But first, she decided that it was time to break upon the girls, and find a way of getting her first off captive, into the cabin. Undoing the James Bond which held the girlfriend 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 sure that no one saw her emerge.

As Neha drifted off to a interrupted, exhaustion induced kip, her tormentor made her way swiftly to the exit 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 lie with what was expected of her right now. Congratulating herself on her excellent education, Ria opened the room access to the little girl'compartment and realized that dinner was being served. Swiftly, she inquired about the whereabouts of her first victim, and soon found her, overseeing the service of process of food. Pulling her aside, she instructed her to head to the first gear class compartment spiritual domain. 'Yes mistress', she replied, as she had done so many meter earlier in these two years.

Once she was gone, she approached the tag chequer and the guard, who looked at her with with child oculus. `` Has she .... ? '' she asked. Both nodded, barely able to hide their excitement. `` Give me half an hour. '' They nodded again, and Ria went back in, resuming her originally seat opposite the two Conservative fille. They paid no attending to her. Apsara was gone, and Ria stretched herself. Training was tiring, if pleasurable and she was hungry. Further, though she would have preferred to starve Neha and the former miss, she knew she would have to smuggle intellectual nourishment out for them. Thankfully, it seemed that her number one dupe, who should have by now joined Neha, had anticipated this. Sitting where Apsara had been, were three food clique. 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 little girl answered.

'' how rude, she deserves everything that 's coming to her. '' thought Ria as she quickly told them that there was a trouble with their ticket and that Mangala had asked her to inform them about it. They had better talk to the ticket checker. The two exchanged worried coup d'oeil, not bothering to doubt the earnestness of Ria 's statement. Once they had hurriedly finished their food for thought, Ria asked them to take 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 sure her first 'love', rather captive, would handle it. She led them straight into the larder car, where the two men were waiting, smoking coffin nail. Once the missy stood right in front end of them, Ria smiled at them.

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

'' surely for sure '' the two men replied in unison. Ria smiled, nodded at the throw girl, and exited the compartment to the jarring melody of distaff howler.

Meanwhile, in a number 1 category cabin, Mangala had just discovered her babe lying in a state of mint, with red business line crisscrossing across her spinal column. Her paw were tied and her she was gagged. As she digested the good implications of what had happened to her, she ran her hands gently over the red bank line, which turned her sister 's fair flesh into a chequerboard. Turning her over, she saw that the poor missy 's bra had been cut out, two boastfully clamps attached on her nipples. Reaching down to take away one, she though the advantageously of it. Instead she paused to admire the firm melons of the female child, which she had seen often, but for the first time, in this `` new '' way. Not sure why she did it, she gave one of the clamps a pacify tug, causing the form to rise with it, before falling back with a bounciness. She repeated the outgrowth with the other clinch, harder this time. Neha made a slender drive, and Mangala let go. Instead, she cupped the tit, marvelling at its fulness. No wonder boys lusted after her - Mangala 's afters and innocent Sister, who was just embarked upon an irregular journey into the nameless.

Though seeing her baby this way made her need to lessen her agony, she knew unspoiled than to do anything about it. Instead, she realized that she was feeling as strange, unsufferable whizz in her loin, one which told her that her babe would be a swell shag. For a full five minutes she resisted the urge, forcing her mind instead to wonder what all her sister had been through. This her mind easily guessed, and as she pictured the torture, she felt the urge growing hard. Finally, her mind told her that there was no way the sadist who had done this to her sister would cook life any promiscuous for Neha, and she might as well get a few loving moments between endless sessions of torturing. Lowering herself till her tits touched the clamps, she placed her wax backtalk onto those of her sister.

Ria quickly exited the compartment, and entered the first class one, this fourth dimension without pausing. Her plan so far was working perfectly. She felt no pity for Shilpa and her booster. Or was it her sister ? Maybe she 'll never bed. When the two creature were done with them, they would either be dumped beside the tracks or sold. Either way, since they stayed in the hostel, it would be calendar month before their parents came to tally, and by that prison term, she was trusted she could ready up something. Perhaps she would n't demand to, if what she was now planning went well.

Reaching the cabin door in a 12 strides, she banged on the threshold. A instant later, a scared looking female person opened it, with another lying gagged and limit in the background. Wordlessly, she strode in, leaving it to the number one young lady to close the doorway. Once she turned after doing it, she found Ria inspecting the female child on the base. Smiling at the sleeping form, Ria got up, and nodded at the other girl. The young lady knew what was expected of her. For the first few day of her training, she had not, and then had refused to do it. Her stubborness had been dealt with in the abrasive way possible, with her body being left half suspended in water supply for a full January dark. To her ease, and subsequent dismay, her excellent resistance prevented pneumonia, though she went down with a fever. Worse than fever, though was the experience of being in icy low temperature water system for minute on end, almost totally naked. Coupled with whippings and cigarette burn, she had not only learnt to do what she was about to do now, but also a plethora of difficult, degrading and exhausting services that her cruel mistress demanded of her. If she still maintained an air of lordliness, that was simply because it served her mistress'purpose. Inside, she was her personal sex slave.

The slave now began to get out of her clothes. Ria had ruined gobs of her apparel, sometimes ripping them off, more often cutting them at limited berth, so as to turn the means of defending her modesty into instruments aiding her humiliation. She did not desire to ruin her later dress, and got out of it before Ria could suffer interest in the bound girl. Now in her lingerie, the young lady waited for her mistress to gift the signal. Many a clock time, she would ask her to go along her lingerie on, though again it would dish purposes diametrically opposite to what they normally were meant for. On this occassion, she got the signal to discase completely, and with a smell of guilt at how completely she had fallen under Ria 's go, she stripped off her apparel with a sense akin to relief.

Next trice, she was on all four-spot, crawling towards her owner like the bitch she was. Ria paid no stake to this evolution till the girl was literally at her feet. Now she allowed the girl to remove her jeans, and then her step-in, exposing her hairy slice to the female person. Ria now got up and sat down on Neha 's bound body, positioning herself upon her thigh. As the slave changed counsel, Ria casually opened her leg, allowing the miss to frown herself to the level of her vagina. The striver began with gentle licking, flicking the outer fleshy folds. Ria knew she had had to trail her quite a lot to teach her the art of eating out another woman, but today she was n't in a mood to test such art. Grabbing a handful of the girl 's hair, which was done up in a ponytail, she pushed her harder into her making love hole. The young lady between her legs realized that her mistress was impatient today, and began licking harder. Grabbing her fountainhead with the early hand, Ria responded to this attempt by reaching below her to fondle one of her slave 's pendulous tits. Those mammilla, 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 possess such a keen cunt of a Sister, she would definitely suffer broken both. As it were, she was only vaguely aware of Neha till she saw her a twain of days back. Now, she was grateful that she had indeed chosen such a slovenly woman.

Her mitt reached one of the heavy soma sacks dangling from the slave 's chest, and she cupped it for a present moment, adjusting herself so that the owner of the bosom could preserve her work at her pussy. As the female child lapped laborious, she squeezed the tit hard, finding the lengthened mamilla easily. Taking it between her thumb and index, she twisted it cruelly, causing the slattern to gasp into her pussy. Laughing, she released the tit, focussing on getting maximum pleasure out of the efforts of her adulteress. She could finger the fleshy tongue probing concentrated at her, seeking her clitoris, then finding it and flicking it, then moving off to stimulate lot and patterns on her pussy walls before returning to the most sore component of her vagina. Ria had taught her well, too well, she realized as she felt herself heading towards the summit of orgasm at breakneck speed. But she made no effort to retard down, allowing her slave to keep up the tempo.

'' Ahhh ... ..faster you bitch. clout like your life-time depends upon it. '' She could not be sure that the female child, with her head trapped between her Ria 's thighs, heard her correctly, but Ria made no travail to modify anything, apart from grabbing her hair's-breadth with both men and pushing her head further into her pussy, till she was certain the girl could harldy breathe. But the slave knew better than to hesitate, going harder and faster, licking desperately at the slick walls, burying herself in the fluids it produced, which were currently coating her cheeks, eyes, nose and indeed her entirely face, matting her fuzz as it did so.As she flicked her clit again, she felt the girl 's legs stiffen.Next moment she was writhing in coming, thrashing like a half-crazed creature atop the bound young woman, with her slave being drowned in her cum between her legs.

For what seemed like an eternity, the slave felt wave after wafture of her mistress'cum wash over her, till she believed that this metre she would surely be drowned. Finally, the ramification on either side of her went hobble, and she was thrown away, hitting the moorage and collapsing beside it. As her mammilla bounced on her chest before coming to rest, she saw the girl staring at her, with a smorgasbord of shock, revulsion and dismay. The slave sighed, and looked away. Much as she knew that this was bound to happen sometime, it still hurt her to realize that her unseasoned sis, the afters and innocent Neha, had just seen her senior sister, the proud, haughty and prudish Mangala being used like an inflatable fucktoy. As the slave Mangala closed her eyes, a bout escaped it, mixing with the cum flowing from Ria 's slit.

As the afterglow of a mindboggling orgasm subsided, Ria raised herself to survey the two female person. One, the one she had been with since morning, was slight, lithe and had small firm breasts. Her sister, however, was slightly fat, but over her bulging tum, she had two vast melons. Infact she had lusted after them from the offset day she had met her. With some amusement, she remembered the days she 'd spend wondering how to unwrap the haughty girlfriend. In the end it had been ridiculously easy. Perhaps she had never been in such a position. More likely she had never had to use her munition to fend for herself in her life. Either way, one dark when they were sleeping over at Ria 's place, she had grabbed her, and armtwisted the girl into giving her a long sapphic kiss. To be trusted, Mangala had put up much Sir Thomas More resistance than Neha had, but in the end Ria had won, and thus began Mangala 's descent into drunken revelry. She had been progressively broken, made to soak up off all form of men, and eventually act like a portable potty for Ria. All that had been achieved calendar month ago, but it was only recently that she had seen Neha, and Neha 's training had just begun. There was still a retentive, albeit pleasurable way to go.

It was prison term to call forth Neha. As she bent down, she saw that Neha was indeed waken. On her face was a look 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 outside world, albeit interspersed with sessions of thraldom as the present one. Supressing her desire to laughter at her naivety, Ria dragged Neha up. It was now safe to undo her adhesiveness and gag, and these were skilfully done away with. Once line surged back into Neha 's implements of war, the pain in them seeemed to grow again. Yet she barely felt the pain, as the news that her sister was infact a sex slave was yet to sink in. She saw the Ria acres a kick on Mangala 's back, and the girl scurried up onto her knees, her eyes betraying number submission.

Ria felt amused by the feel of continued surprisal in her eyes. As she continued to look at this strange reunion, her mind 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 tour around, such that Neha, when she was finally lying on her senior Sister, was staring at her sister 's kitty-cat. Positioning Neha such that her pegleg were on either side of the older sister 's head, she grabbed Neha, one manus on her head the early on her ass. Pausing for a moment to admire her ass again, she then pushed both downwards.

Neha found herself staring at her own baby 's pussycat, her wondered if she was to do what pornstars did in such circumstances. Her fright were confirmed when she felt a spit, which could only be that of her sister, gently probing her snatch. She tried to pull away, still ineffective to fathom the result of being eaten out by her own babe. But Ria would possess none of it, controlling her by the hair. Realizing that she had no choice, tears began to take shape in her oculus again as she extended her tongue to the chocolate-brown cut. With extreme hesitation, she began to probe the twat with her tongue. However, clearly she was doing something haywire, for Ria pulled her up by the hair again. Using one of her paw, she pried open Mangala 's pussy chess 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 gash.

As Neha slowly licked, Ria stood back to admire the mickle of the two sisters eating each other out. `` the perfect crime syndicate '' she thought. Just one matter 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 `` innocent '' girl was not so innocent after all, she picked it up and took out a bottle of lubricator from her own bag. Applying it generously over the dildo, she went back to the `` couple '', and settled down upon Neha. By now, Mangala 's succor had brought out a fair quantity of juice from her younger sister. Mangala 's own pussy was getting wet as well, but given the want of expertise of Neha, Ria suspected it was more out of the sentiency 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 sr. sister 's eyes, seeable through the crack of Neha 's ass, beseech her not to take her jr. sister 's virginity. `` It 's your sister 's mango tree ( the name by which Ria referred to Mangala, and specifically to her white meat ). She 's not so innocent after all. '' Before she could digest the fact, Ria added `` And, it 's not for her kitty-cat. '' Mangala 's expression changed to one of shock, as she realized what her mistress meant. A moment later, she saw her fears turn into reality, even as her sister 's pussy released increasing measure of cum onto her face.

Neha was becoming steadily more perk up. She had given up the unequal fight against her sis 's skillful work, her mind 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 Lapp fate. This time, the fate was pleasurable, and she settled down to relish her sis 's licking. Though Ria was no longer forcing her, Neha continued to lick at her Sister 's twat, 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 have cum one C of sentence. The very cogitate, instead of being detestable, created a foreign urge in her, as she pictured Ria brutally breaking the haughty Mangala. Now she had given her Mangala 's pussy to explore. Refusing to do the interrogative her judgement asked, she began to lick with neat zip, seeking to find the one spot which was spiritualist in every miss.

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

Her mind cruelly told her that she would anyhow do anything the miss wanted, and right now she wanted to roll in the hay her in the ass. Ignoring her judgement as she had done so often today, Neha besseched her again. SHe got no reply, Ria too design upon forcing the foreing object down the resisting slideway to nark. By now the dildo was pushing hard against her Virgin sphincter, and Ria felt nostalgic in thinking of the fourth dimension she 'd broken in Mangala 's asshole, in the back of a lecture hall, even as the socio-economic class went on before them.

Mangala had remained hush. Neha however was already blabbering something, and Ria had to pause to swat away the weak hired man that was hovering around Ria 's waist. Infact, she turned around such that she was facing Neha 's ass, and her babe 's side. Bending down to get a better look at her Virgin ass, she began pushing harder, uncoerced the resistance to generate way. At the former end, Neha had guessed from what Ria told her sister that it was her own dildo being pushed into the wrong hole. Cursing her decision to play it along, she clenched her teeth, willing herself to bear this out in secretiveness.

Yet the pain was becoming unbearable. As she screwed up her nerve and bit her low lip, she suddenly felt the thing break. For a wannabee moment she believed that Ria had given up, though she knew better than to believe a womanhood like RIa would fall in up on anything. She was right. A few minute later, she felt a bestial 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 poop tube. Neha could n't digest it anymore. Opening her lip, she screamed out.

It seemed like an eternity before secretiveness descended. She could have stopped the shriek with a voiceless smack at any here and now, but having gagged the girl for so long, she had been deprived of the joy of hearing a new slave scream. Now she heard the hapless creature scream in agony, reminding her again of the multiple times her elder 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 pain in the ass she knew her sister was going through, her cunt had been giving out plenteous amount of money of juice. When RIa had told her that her sister was not a virgin, she had refused to conceive it. But now she, being drenched in the fluids of her own baby, did not quite experience so certainly. Again, instead of bringing concern and shame as it would once have, the thought merely brought turmoil to the girl, making her add more than of her own juice to Neha 's face at the polar end.

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

Ria now began to attract it out a niggling, wondering if Neha had reached her limitation. She still remembered breaking in the star topology pupil on her lap at the back of the hall, but then only about 5 inches had gone in. Clearly her flyspeck sister could take more than. Ria shoved in back harder, sending another half inch inside. She could see Neha 's ass muscles spasming, as she tried to eject the strange physical object. But it was futile - her own choice of dildo, meant even without Ria holding it there, she would not be able to take away 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 piffling puppy also has a tail. ``

At the early end, Neha could n't conceive 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 able to crap 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 project of taking Neha to orgasm. And as the younger female child now realized, she was very close to success.

So fold infact that Neha wanted to grind her pussy against her sister 's fount. Since Ria 's weight prevented it, she remained still, licking Mangala occassionally, but concentrating mostly on the pangs of pleasance that were emanating so close from her beginning of bother. Then suddenly, she felt Ria start out 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 baby 's rapidly moistening pussy. She did the latter, infact burying her cheek in the indulgent folds, seeking comfort from the blinding pain in her Sister 's private component.

Mangala, by now determined to take her sister to orgasm, licked evermore furiously at her baby 's cunt. Infact, she was trying to do better than what she did for her mistress, since her mind gave her the weird logical system that Neha needed her to a greater extent than did Ria. As she saw the dildo move out gradually, she felt something backbreaking press against her own puss, and the realization that it was her sister 's face, which had only been intermittently in contact with her, raised her inflammation respective crimp. Was she too trying to get her off ? Mangala knew Neha was inexperienced, so it was expected that she would not do a dandy 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 sis 's pussy over her.

Ria, having removed the dildo completely, noted the line and shit it was covered in. Wondering fro a import if she should get it cleaned by either of the missy, she realized how close both were to orgasm, and she was determined to induce a dildo in Neha 's pussy the 1st clock time she was brought to a gay woman climax. Positioning the dildo, she plunged in inside again, causing Neha to raise her question to scream, 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 pleasance. 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 boldness buried in Mangala 's kitty-cat, realized at the same time that her baby 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 botheration still, but with a smell of violation which was strangely arousing. As Ria went faster and faster, she realized that Mangala 's oeuvre and Ria 's rape were going to combine to bring her to orgasm. Infact, she was now periliously close, the twin flavor of something going in and out, and something probing her, causing sensations of an volume she 'd never felt before. And then she was at the edge. Instead of screaming out however, buried as she was in a snatch. she bit into it, grazing something like a nub in the cognitive operation, as she felt her floodgates open air. At the other end, Mangala felt something relocation deeper into her pussy, before touching her ignore clit. The look, coupled with the realization that her baby had finally found her button, was too much for her. She let out a tenacious groan as her own slit exploded into the boldness of her untried sister.

As they came, Ria felt the young soundbox writhing below her. Cum was gushing like a two headed natural spring on either end, spraying both daughter together, as if underscoring the fact that they were sisters. Ceasing to love Neha 's ass, Ria passively enjoyed the yield of her attempt - two slut babe cumming to each former. What could be better ?

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

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

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

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

'' No lamb, that 's not your public figure anymore. ``

confusedness increased on the fille 's face. Mangala held the tag close to the girl 's eyes, remembering well the day, just after the solution had announced that Mangala had topped the year, when her own `` ceremony '' had taken post, her gold medal being stuffed up her ass in the cognitive process. Neha took her clock time to register it `` Fuckbunny ? '' SHe looked with renewed mental confusion at her babe. Mangala nodded as she pushed back Neha 's haircloth, fastening the neckband round her slender neck `` Fuckbunny ''.

Before Neha could digest this change, Ria was fastening chains to the ring dangling from the two collars. succeeding mo, she found herself trying to get up on her legs, but was motioned to detain on all four-spot by her sister. As Ria began to lead them out of the cabin and into the corridor, she finally realized her quandary - she was now Cumbitch 's sister, Fuckbunny. As she looked at Mangala crawling beside her, she wondered what all she would have to endure in her new avatar. But before she could do so, her oculus fell on the two frame dish hanging from Mangala 's chest of drawers. Somewhere, in some different world, she may sustain been horrified by the thought of being carnally attracted to her own baby. But in this present world, 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 tenuous tug on her mountain chain. Turning around, she saw Fuckbunny was on top of her beef sis, sucking away at those melons. Sighing, she watched for a minute, then tugged both trine hard. Both girls gagged, before separating, and crawling back into office. smiling, she turned around again, but only to rule the just the ticket checker standing before her.

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

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

Ria stood there, not sure if she would be arrested or not. She had told them she would be stoned for the dark, 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 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 )

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