`` An unexpected Journey ''

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

As she applied the cream generously over her oviform face, before rubbing some more on her forehead and over her eyelids, she again paused to check herself out. Barring the fact that she had some Patrick Victor Martindale White strokes of overindulgence ointment making not so artistic transmission line on her impudence, she looked pretty a good deal the way she wanted to appear. At 19 and just out of her starting time year in a fille'college, Neha may take some softheaded ideas about what the worldly concern wanted a missy to look like, but no one could deny that she was pretty. If her father were to be believed, it was her almond shaped eyes, rare for her biotic community, set on a slightly elongated face, with high brow and perfect back talk, which made her the cynosure of all heart. That those eyes had hitherto been those of ageing auntie, street rabble and ofcourse her prude of a sister, was not her fault. As she adjusted the straight shoulder length hair which completed her visage, she was filled with the all too familiar hungriness to be appreciated by a man. With her facial expression, why would n't they ? But low, she 'd possess to find a way of evading her sister 's iron keep, something she 'd not yet been able-bodied to do. Sighing, she reminded herself that it was an educational trip after all.

'' Neha ! '' Somewhere from the depths of an all too familiar existence, came the part of her mother. Neha looked at herself once more, then rubbed the sunscreen to a greater extent evenly over her face. This done, she headed downstairs, to see Mangala and her friend Ria standing around what looked like their baggage. THeir mother was standing a short away, by the kitchen counter, asking if they would need anything else.

'' Mom if I needed anything else, I 'd bear added it already. Now if you 'd do as I asked you to, maybe your daughters will be able to just catch the gearing. '' 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 devout baby girl, if you could kindly get your things gear up instead of staring at your cranium, we 'd all be much obliged. '' It took Neha a few seconds to record the word brainpan, instant in which Mangala had covered the length between them, and was pushing her up the steps like a pocket of potatoes.

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

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

'' Good. Extra shelling for the camera ?'

'' Yes ''

And so it went on, till Neha was quite sure they 'd spend the day checklisting every article in her room. This, after Mangala had personally supervised her packing the Night before. `` What 's that big bulky object sticking out of the knapsack ? '' Before she could respond, her sister had fished out her pet 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 teddy flew into the wardrobe, and her sister stomped out. From the merchant ship of the stair came a footer to take her mobile and get her material downstairs in five endorsement. Openly swearing now, Neha finished packing material, intentionally placing the toy back in the bag. This done, she picked up her electric cell and handbag, before running a fast check for anything she 'd left behind. cypher except ... ..her eyes spotted an elongated object sticking out of her underclothing drawer. On a suspicion, she picked it up and stuffed it into her bag. All done, she headed down, wondering if the educational slip would be allowed to rest just that.

An hour and another stuffed toy related statement later, Neha found herself in a caravan compartment with fifty dollar bill more smelly female person, all of whom were desperately trying to hide their consistency odour with a diverseness of aromatic compound. None were succeeding, her nasal pot informed her, as she somehow managed to stick between Apsara, who looked more like the weighty female parent of an angel than an saint herself, and her sister 's friend Ria. Much to her ease, Ria proved to be more good-humored company. Ria was 21, and easily stood a foot over Neha. A natural jock and dancer, her figure reminded one of the features of the female figurines which adorned the rampart of temples. `` 36C-28-40 '' Neha made a mental guess of the girl '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 clayey young woman. Unfortunately, the smile only made her appear even more like person 's mother-in-law, and Neha was forced to bet away. right wing in front 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 responses she was getting, yet fearful of looking at Ria again, Neha moved her brain in random directions for a few second. Everywhere she looked however, she was met with inquiring, sometimes disapproving look. They seemed to say `` What 's your business here kid ? '' They were right. This was a thirdly yr trip, and had her sister not used her influence to get an superfluous ticket for her, there was no way she 'd have been in the train at that bit. On second thought, maybe getting bored for two long summertime months was secure than going to a crowd of rock cut caves with a bevy of wickedness looking lady friend. And where exactly was her sister ?

Ria seemed to read her thoughts. `` Feeling out of plaza eh ? It happens. Your sister is busy with the ticket-checker, probably haggling over something. '' Neha had no option but to look at her now, and she was again struck by Ria 's features - only this time, they were facial. Neha noted, with appreciation the fact that Ria too had an oval human face, but her eyes were big and round. So too were her lips, the light garden pink on them going well with her light source skin tone. Like all girls Neha knew, Ria had fateful hair, made into curls which fell gracefully along her shoulders. Now, as she spoke, she gently brushed one of them aside. Before she realized what she was doing, Neha had reached out and was gently stroking those silken locks.

If Ria found her demeanor strange, she showed no preindication of it. Instead she let her friend 's Sister stroke her hair, running her tenacious white finger's breadth through the mordant mass, gently pulling it till it gave way. Instinctively, she moved one, then all, fingers from the hair to the clean cheeks. ineffective to interrupt eye contact, Ria felt gentle finger's breadth glide ever so gently over her brass, till they covered her cheeks, moving over her nuzzle towards her forehead.

Suddenly Neha was aware of a coughing behind her, and turned to see Apsara looking at her with an saying like that of her mother. Nonplussed, she stared straight ahead, at the two miss. They too had noticed the more than friendly affection of this stranger towards their classmate, and in all likelihood would have coughed, nay belched if Apsara not obliged. they now looked at her with an expression akin to the congregation towards a misbeliever. Unable to take back to Ria after what had transpired, Neha instead settled in for a war of glares.

She did not bang how long she kept up the unequal conflict, but eventually she tired of constantly giving stares which were more in the area 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 toilet. Unfortunately, news show appeared to accept travelled fast, for she got wondering stares and the occassional giggle from many of the women. Reaching the door, of the compartment, she realized it was open, allowing the open countryside to rush by. More importantly, after the suffocating atm of the post, she found the cool down air rushing in from the fields, refreshing. Evidently it had rained sometime in the region they were passing, and Neha settled down to relish the zephyr.

With the zephyr however, the thought of Ria seemed to return. What had she done ? On the fount of it, all she had done was admire the peach of a person of the same sexuality. But as everyone in the compartment probably knew by now, the manner of appreciation had exceeded the definition of well-disposed touch by a mil and More. Somehow, she 'd feel attracted to the fille as she 'd not been to any other somebody. Had Ria too admired her ? She 'd always wanted to be admired by a man, but at that here and now she desperately wanted to be appreciated by Ria. Unknowingly, she 'd educate a crushed leather on Ria.

As she pondered in profundity the growth of the previous half hr, she did not notice another figure emerge behind her, and stand silently for a moment. It made a movement as if it 'd favour to go back, then stopped. Sighing, it lowered itself beside the retrospecting girl. Getting no chemical reaction from her, she gently placed a mitt over the girl 's thin shoulders. The girl almost jumped out of the wagon train in surprise, before stammering `` Wh ... .who ? Oh ! '' Her attempt at hiding the jounce of seeing the very person she 'd been thinking about, was hardly concealed. Ria gave her a reassuring smell, then settled beside her, admiring the countryside as it raced past them. It did n't help, as she could sense Neha trembling beneath her. Trying to calm her down, she moved closer, till their shoulders met. Now she could feel her intact body vibrating with the shudder emanating from the missy beside her.

Neha felt Ria displacement 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 evidence her that what she did was wrong ? Being the sister of the most puritanical girl in the humanity, she 'd heard the public lecture a million sentence, and had become immune to such comments. Still, this was not her sister, but the girl she ... .Neha forced her judgment to say the Holy Writ `` liked '', but she knew her intellect had formed a dissimilar Christian Bible. A countersign which Ria seemed to somehow sense, for she withdrew her deal. Yet she did not go away, but stayed there, staring straight ahead.

Moments passed. Neha cast a dart coup d'oeil at her Sister 's friend, who seemed so different from her sister, yet so distant right hand now. What was she thinking ? Neha cast another coup d'oeil, and this fourth dimension Ria met her regard. Their eyes were locked onto each other, and again Neha found herself drifting somewhere she knew she mus n't go. Strangely, it seemed that Ria ... ..Ria had broken the regard, looking away, her optic blank shell. Neha continued to stare, unable to break her regard away from the beautiful grimace before her. Yet she too looked away after a moment, realizing that she had again drifted into dangerous water system. But, had Ria followed her, even for that minutest fraction of a indorsement ? Neha could n't secernate.

They sat as before, each staring ahead. Yet now Neha had a burning desire to know what the other thought, and raised her eyes towards Ria again. Before she could analyse her in any contingent, however, one of the girls from the compartment appeared at the edge of her sight. Quickly, she looked away, her ears nevertheless noting a giggle from the intruder before she disappeared into one of the can cubicles. Neha could not bear it anymore. Seeing no reaction from Ria, she decided to get up, perhaps go into some empty compartment, spend time alone. As she tried to get up, Ria suddenly reached out and grabbed her arm.

As their 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 offset reaction she 'd got from the girl after the instant libidinous second, 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 go away. Her dead reckoning was right. After an eternity, the girl emerged and headed back, serenading the couple with another snicker.

As soon as she was gone, Ria jumped up, grabbed Neha roughly by the arm and with storm strength, 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 slope were doors leading into cabins. Ria chose the 2d, and peered in. It was empty. From the look of things, all of them were discharge. future moment, Neha felt herself shoved into the cabin, with Ria following, shutting the threshold behind her.

Ria now turned around, staring at an equally dyspnoeic Neha. For the first fourth dimension the two of them were alone, away from all the others. Neither of them made a motion, cashbox Neha could take it no more. Tentatively, she took a step towards Ria, her rapid breathing adding to the sense of desperation that animated her feature of speech. Ria instinctively took a whole step back. Neha stopped, then slumped down on a berth, looking out of the windowpane. Ria waited another mo, before taking a seat. To Neha 's surprisal, it was not opposite, but beside her.

'' Neha ... .. ''

Neha did n't want to reckon. So far she 'd been convinced that Ria had been offended by her overtures, and had come to clear matter out. But if that was the case, why drag them in here ? This secluded post was less apt for apology than for ... ..'Neha .... '' Neha could n't deport it anymore. She looked, and was surprised to see a strange look in Ria 's eyes. Before she could recognize it, Neha was looking deep into Ria 's optic again, and this meter, Ria came forward, till they were right beside each other. As if on cue, Neha 's custody moved towards her font, resuming what had been rudely disturbed earlier. This time however, her hands seemed determined to research More of Ria 's womanly beauty. Barely realizing it, Neha moved her hand slowly over Ria 's moist sass, gently running over the soft petal before slowly parting them with her finger. Her center fixed on Ria, her index finger finger began to push harder, till it was pushing against a bony barrier. Harder, and she felt Ria open her mouth a minuscule. Warm air wafted out, drifting over Neha 's hand, causing her finger to advertize harder, till it was inside her mouth. As it began to research her buccal cavity, Neha could experience her desire growing firm, forcing her to labor in a second, then a third base fingerbreadth. But fingerbreadth were not enough.

Her better half meanwhile, was quicker in analyzing the spot. Having been surprised by the luxuria the younger girl felt towards her, she 'd waited till she could be sure of it. Never the one to approach anyone directly, she 'd run the part of the surprised lady friend to perfection. Now that she could be for sure, she felt she could count on ... ..Ria 's attention was distracted by one of Neha 's nails brushing against her sensitive cheeks. Yet the very distraction brought back retentiveness of an earlier metre, with a dissimilar mortal. `` So similar '' she thought, `` even exactly Sami. '' Suppressing the urge to laugh at the good sense of deja vu, she instead decided that the risks were now minimal. She might as well get on with it. In a mo, she had effected it. Neha 's wet fingers were now in mid air, her body turned around skilfully till it was categoric upon the berth. Getting the companion signified of being in control, she lowered herself onto the girl, wondering if she would taste just like ... ...

Her partner, surprised by the sudden exit of dominance, was soon in the pure walking on air of her first lesbian kiss. . She now felt certainly she 'd always wanted Ria, Ria 's balmy backtalk to be exact. She felt certainly her magnet was primeval, something which she 'd not clearly realized. Why how when. Neha 's nous asked in a distant voice, one she was familiar with in her little room back base. A 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 woman who was her sis 's best supporter. But again, did she wish ? She did n't bother to answer. Instead her lips pressed harder, taking Ria 's downhearted lip in an amourous embrace, delighting in the taste of another female person. Pulling out slowly, she caught the garden pink petal again, prolonging the embrace, even as her eyes looked ever deeper into Ria 's orbs, asking a million questions and getting what resolution, she knew not.

For the brief of consequence, Neha came up for air, before going back to capture the upper lip. Unconsciously her hands, moved closer. As she continued to kiss, her workforce moved into the familiar sleek asylum of Ria 's head of hair, 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 mental confusion, even as her breathing became faster, seemingly matching the beat of Neha 's heart.

Yet Ria seemed to desire more, and faster. Stopping mid-kiss, she pulled away, and looked deep into the former girl 's eyes. next second, she plunged into another buss, but one which was faster, more lusty and for Neha, more ravishing. Before she knew it, her lips had been parted, and a worm extremity had penetrated it, pushing past her tooth, seeking her spit. 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 lip, running along her cheeks, teeth and what not, even as Neha 's own resident outgrowth gave it relentless chase.

Just as she seemed to be settling into a rythm, Ria broke away again, this time to evaporate from Neha 's view. As the storm girl raised her head to investigate, she was suddenly pushed down as something indulgent connected with her neck opening, moving up and down, running something slippery and warm, planting a G kisses on it. Neha raised her helping hand to sustain this invisible aggressor, running her fingerbreadth gently through the hair which she so loved, as Ria ravaged her neck and shoulders as she 'd earlier done with her mouth.

'' Unhhh '' a groan escaped Neha 's rima oris, relating to what she knew not, but expressing the deep desire which was overflowing inside her, demanding that either she or Ria take her eubstance to a state of matter of ecstacy she 'd never before live in her life. The movements on her neck stopped, and reappeared on her mouth, kissing punishing, eager to take in as much of the other as human being human body would let. Neha 's hands now wrapped around Ria 's berm, willing her to urge on harder against her torso, till they could become one. Ria replied by running her hired man through Neha 's pilus, making waves and practice which only served to have her More.

They were kissing faster now, kissing with groundless abandon, their spit chasing each other, flip and entwining, till one would derive up for breath. And then back again. Neha was now pressing harder into Ria 's backbone, digging her nails into the soft human body, wanting to pull her completely privileged. As they writhed, she was also aware of her breasts mashed against hers. Those unadulterated titty ! As Ria came up for air, she wedged her hands between their physical structure, such that she was now cupping one of her lover 's tits.

Ria paused, looking intently into the optic of her fan. Then she slowly raised herself, till she was straddling Neha. As Neha looked on, Ria gave her the faintest of grin, before removing her blouse. Before she realized it, Neha was staring at Ria 's bra-clad breasts. Yes they were indeed big, thought Neha ; any guy would die to give a duo like hers to play with. A bit 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 waist, meant that Neha was now looking directly at Ria 's titty. As she 'd guessed, they were quite large, almost pendulous. Yet, they appeared house, without any More sag than that expected of such tumid orb. Better still, as she looked on, she could almost see her nipples growing in size, till they were almost halff an column inch long. As if to entertain her, Ria lazily raised her arms, till they were interlocked above her oral sex. The movement caused an ever so slight bound in the boobs, but it was enough to make Neha 's lustfulness for those nipple uncontrollable. Strangely, Ria lowered her hand in clock time to push her back down.

Instead, she moved her hands up Neha 's organic structure, feeling her soft stomach, before reaching her pap. Not as large as Ria 's but also house, they were subjected to some aristocratic pressing through the soft framework of her dress. Then, as Neha raised her hands again, seeking the enticing fruits hanging from Ria 's chest, she suddenly felt a sharp painful sensation in her chest - Ria was mauling her titmouse hard.

'' Ahhh ... '' the involuntary moan caused Ria to pause for a here and now, then summarise the cruel squeezing. She now positioned her hands till they were each cupping a tit. As Neha realized that Ria 's hands were just the proper size for her tits, she felt Ria 's fingerbreadth dig deep into the soft flesh, sending stab of excruciation through her soundbox, along with Muriel Sarah Spark of animal passionateness. Squeezing till Neha was sure her fingers had penetrated her form, she held them there, looking cryptic into Neha 's eyes. As Neha tried to sharpen through the blinding painfulness, she saw that Ria 's expression had changed. It was no longer that of a confused girl, but one of a athirst female person, who was determined to take 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 digit again. forged, she moved her hands up and down, mashind the captive melon vine against each other, causing Neha to utter another groan of painful sensation. Again she held it for what seemed like an timeless existence. Then the fingers relaxed, and Neha lowered her head, hitherto craning upwards to beg mercy of her lover. As substitute flooded her tits, she barely heard the bust of fabric. Yet she did notice the coolness of the cabin air on her bare abdomen, and a moment later, was shocked to witness a leaf blade appear out of nowhere. As her mind became fully aware of her predicament, she saw the sword lower itself onto her shoulder, before moving slowly over her skin cashbox it was under her bra shoulder strap. She felt a tug against her breast, as if it was being pulled up, then an sharp departure. Her bra strap had just been sliced into two. interchangeable circumstances met the former strap, and thereafter Neha felt the knife in the valley between her hillock. The auditory sensation of fabric being cut met her ears, and then chill air brushed across her sensitive tit.

Stunned by the developments, she was nonplussed to line up that even after disposing so callously of her clothing, Ria still had the tongue in her hired man. Was she planning on killing her ? As a smell of terror began to defecate her breathe faster, she found the tongue hovering over her breast, dangerously near her pounding heart. She knew raising her deal 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 intention of ending her life lying below a lesbian killer whale.

As her intellect raced, and her heart throbbed in her throat, Ria lowered the knife money box it was lying over her left-hand nipple. With an saying of avidness, she began to run the flat of the blade over her nipples, causing the nubs to respond to the inhuman steel. The tongue now moved from one nipple, over the place between her breast, to the early. A exchangeable discourse followed, making Neha feel that her heart would explode in her chest. The knife was now raised, till it hovered once again, this meter over her face. Neha knew that even if Ria dropped it, Neha stood to lose some part of her cheek. Her eyes fixed on the Damocles'sword, she became cognisant of the hired hand on her tit again. This prison term it gave a playful squeeze, before reaching for her nipple. For a minute it lay there, just as the knife had done, feeling the hardness of the mamilla above a hill of softness. Then it slowly captured the hill between two digit.

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

Ria merely raised the knife to her own brim, in a motion telling her to stay repose. Neha noticed how Ria had changed. She now looked not only hungry, but also serious, 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 sis ? Was she taking out all the angst against Mangala on the younger girl ? Illogical as it may seem, it appeared to be the simply explanation, rather the only explanation she could find for the rapid variety in her quandary. The other choice, Neha shuddered to opine, was that somehow Ria enjoyed causing pain sensation.

Ria let go of her tit, only to assault the former, this prison term twisting her mamilla gruelling, causing Neha to beg with growing despair. To be honest, she 'd at one time or the former masturbated to picture of female child being punished, and the pain in the ass, though neat, was something she 'd expected from a less than entitle fan. What terrified her, rather, was the fact that Ria was behaving in a sadistic fashion, one which told her of great tribulation lying ahead.

As she pondered over these, she saw Ria 's head disappear again, along with the knife. Next moment, she felt something warm enclose her left nipple. Unrestrained this meter, she saw Ria 's oral sex 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 facilitate but wonder at the fresh whiz that was beginning to path through her organic structure. Having been freed temporarily ( she guessed ) from any new agony, she became more acutely aware of the indulgent pull on her breast, which was causing her intimate urge, momentarily overwhelmed by pain, to grow again. During the numerous bedtime visit into the public of her sexual fantasy, she 'd inquire what it would be like to be sucked on by an adult. Now, it was all coming true, in the strangest of circumstances, and though she was fully aware that this lull in Ria 's barbarity may be deceptive, she could n't help but assay to a greater extent of Ria 's soft mouth, lapping and sucking at her raise nub. Finally raising her right mitt, she placed it gently on Ria 's head, and was relieved to find no resistivity. Emboldened, she began to contract her handle harder against Ria 's fountainhead, willing her to suck harder. Ria seemed to comply, causing Neha to turn steadily more kindle.

As Ria 's succor continued, Neha 's mind began once again to cerebrate of pleasure, and pleasance alone. She began to press her offend breast against her tormenter 's face, raising herself in the Bob Hope that Ria would thus get more of her tit into her backtalk. Rather conversely, Ria stopped, raising her head from the missy 's thorax. Her centre disclosed nil, and Neha wondered what she 'd done to abort the sexual act. Slowly, Ria raised herself, till she was once again straddling Neha, her proud breasts bouncing. If Neha had hoped that she 'd be allowed to suck on them, she was again disappointed, for Ria now moved off completely, lowering herself onto the floor. Before Neha could follow, however, Ria casually picked up the leaf blade from wherever she 'd go forth it, and made a unity threatening gesture towards her. In another minute, she was dressing up, and then, she was gone.

Neha lay there, as if she was still under the scourge of the knife. Eventually, the vacuum of the cabin brought her to her skunk, and she raised herself, massaging her brusied breasts as she did so. As the cool air conditioned air began raise goosebumps across her dorsum, she realized her predicament. Ria had, by tearing her clothes ( and taking them ), left her practically confined to the cabin unless she wanted to publicly humiliate herself. 'Probably get raped too. '' Neha thought, recalling the fact that the guard duty and tag chequer were not known to be of flawless morality. 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 hurting subsided, Neha began to marvel if being with Ria the half lover half sadist, may not be such a bad proposition after all.

Having naught to do for now, Neha 's thoughts began to dig into illusion once again. She wondered if Ria was experienced, if she 'd had sex with other women before. there was nothing to show it, yet something in her forceful, domineering fictitious character told her that even if she had not, she would likely know everything about lesbian sex, there was to recognize. And Neha wanted to retrieve out. After all, now that she had taken the plunge, the dip that had left her naked yet strangely fulfilled in an empty cabin, she might as well learn more. Maybe, she could pass the Nox with Ria, making love public treasury ... ..

A sound international caught her attention. It seemed someone had opened the threshold to the beginning course of instruction compartment, and Neha could n't be for certain if it was Ria or one of the guards. Somehow she did n't desire to obscure herself from Ria, but ... ... Spotting the small space below the lower berth, she quickly crawled into it. Moments later, the door opened, and Neha could spend a penny out a pair of military iron boot framed by the give door. The intruder had evidently hoped to ascertain somebody, and for a moment he stood there. Then, he abruptly turned and walked off, the phone of with child rubber dying away. He had left the threshold open, and Neha could n't be sure if he had left for thoroughly, or was merely consulting a colleague. Her core still in her rima oris, 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 specify transition devoid of life, but vox in the distance. What should she do ? If they ran a thoroughgoing search of the cabin, they would surely incur her. Even if she was left unmolested, it would be a terribly embarassing to be discovered nude before so many missy. News would spread like wildfire ... ... as Neha scrutinised the end of the corridor from where the auditory sensation were coming, she suddenly found a slender shape standing beside her. Jumping back in terror, it was a moment before she realized it was Ria, back with their bags and a shirt. Without a word, she threw the shirt at the nonplussed missy, and raced off in the direction opposite word to the one towards which Neha had been looking.

For a moment, nothing seemed to make sentiency. The audio of a voices nearing, however, suddenly cleared up her head. Pulling on the shirt somehow, she saw the guard duty and the tag chequer moving towards the heart-to-heart room access of the compartment. Her heart in her mouth, she made a flair for it. She had no idea where Ria had gone, or where she was supposed to go. All she knew was that she had to get away, and the only choice seemed to be to keep running game. Cabins whizzed past her as her eyes desperately searched for any polarity of Ria. She was nearing the end of the compartment, and soon she would be at another antechamber. Should she slow down ? She realized too latterly that it was n't an selection, as a build materialized before her. WHAM !

Next moment she was lying flat on the floor, or more correctly, upon person who was lying vapid 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. hurting shot through her point, 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 manus went to her poor hair's-breadth, but it did n't forbid her from realizing that it had been Ria who had reacted so swiftly to Neha 's headlong arrival, and had used a brutally efficient method acting to veil her before the two men found them. Now as she lay moaning and panting, Ria squatted over her as before, only this sentence, there was grim importunity written all over her face. Lowering herself till she was inches from Neha 's face, Ria recklessly undid two release of the hastily donned shirt. Finding her left tit, she squeezed it hard, forcing Neha to focus on the daughter above her. Again, no parole were spoken, but from gestures, Ria made it clear that they would have to be absolutely restrained 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 equalise with inertia in Ria 's al-Qur'an, for she was soon fondling Neha again. Softly at first, as if to get the heading 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 evil looking clamps from her air hole ( inspite of the awe of inevitable pain sensation, Neha could n't facilitate marvel how a female child could be so resourceful, unless ... .she had planned for it ! ). Neha watched in extensive eyed repugnance as one of her still raise nipples was slowly captured by the clamp, before it closed over it. `` Unhhh ... .please Ria ! '' Next moment, a stinging pain on her depart buttock had joined the pain coursing from her tit, and she opened her tearfilled eyes to see Ria giving her a strict look, one finger on her lip. Unfortunately, the sight also included the sentiment of the other clinch, which was in the process of descending upon its helpless dupe. Unable to look, Neha felt the pain all the more acutely as the clamp secured the moment teat. ineffective to moan, and pretty sure that Ria would go away them on, Neha began to sob quietly.

As hot tears rolled down her face, she felt Ria tug at the fabric lying on either side of her. In a import it was gone. Ria now got up, till Neha could see her towering over her, the crotch of her pants directly above her bureau. For a terrifying consequence, Neha thought she would take down herself onto the clamp-held tits, but she moved off. Instead, she seemed to be bending over something. Though every movement, even the panting of her chest, seemed to increase the pain in Neha 's tits, she raised herself to see what Ria was upto. She was storm to see her rummaging in Neha 's bag. Eventually, she fished out thr ee bras, each of a different design. Selecting the well-nigh sheer of the lot, she dumped the others in the bag, and returned to the supine girl. In a nimble question, she grabbed one clinch and yanked it so severely that Neha felt her tit would be ripped off. Instead, she found that her body had responded by moving to a sitting place.

Ria moved behind the fille, and was raising her limp arms, so as to commit the bra straps over her berm from the front. This done, she hooked the bra behind her, pushing the clinch into odd positions, thereby causing the poor girl further torment. As tears now flowed freely down her cheeks before landing upon her tortured cleavage, Ria forced the girl to stand up, this meter by pulling her hair. Staggering up in a pain-filled daze, Neha felt her live on bit of goodly clothing, her minuscule shorts, being pulled down, before her step-in followed. Another slap was however needed, before Neha stepped loosened stepped out of them. Now standing practically naked ( worse than naked, Neha told herself, realizing how obscene her bra-encased clamped tit were looking ), the little girl saw Ria motion around the miss, checking her out. Satisfied, she grabbed one of her ass face, and squeezed it hard. Neha, fearing another round of torment, instinctively moved away, but Ria merely pulled on her hairsbreadth to end this resistivity.

Instead, she moved away, rummaging in her own bag this sentence. Out came what looked like a very pin down belt, some tape and scissors. Leaving the belt-like instrumental role for the sentence being, Ria picked up Neha 's scanty from where they 'd fallen, she balled them up and held them before Neha 's eyes. Seeing the perfectly befuddle look in her center, Ria chuckled, before landing another hard slap on her right cheek. As Neha opened her backtalk in a scream, it was brutally cut scant by a clod of cotton wool which was wedged snugly between her tongue and upper teeth. Still stunned by the unexpected assault, Neha provided no resistance as the older female child calmly cut out five inches of the thickset tape, and glued her sassing shut with it. To be safe, another length of tape measure was soon complementing the former, at a virgule to it.

Effectively gagged, Neha saw Ria get hold of out a distance of rope, with which she first made a loop around a small handle protruding from an command overhead AC volcano, probably for pulling it down once the gaoler were loosened. This done, Ria tugged at it, noting the want of campaign of the board. Neha realized now what the lady friend was intending to do, and she began to back off. She was almost at the door when she felt a familiar tug on her pilus. yelp, she felt herself pulled back roughly. Should she yell ? 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 aid. The fear of embarassment ? the awe of rapine ? Or some perverse attraction to the girl who was in the process of devising steadily more degrading and hurtful ways of torturing her ?

As her mix up judgement gave no sign, her wilted hand were grabbed and attached rougly to the terminal of the R-2. Ria climbed upon the table between the berths to produce a complex of greyback which soon had Neha tied securely, like some creature from a chain. tough, the way she 'd been tied, her feet were barely touching the background, while her take down arms were in an odd diagonal, unsupported and hurting. Whether Ria had intended this, or this odd position 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 animal foot barely touching the ground, the rocking of the railroad train was all the more noticeable, and she felt that at any moment she might loose equilibrium, and commence danging mid air by the free weight of her hands. sorry, she might work the AC grill panel and whatnot upon herself.

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

Ria now stepped back to look up to the girl. Again, computer storage of an earlier skirmish flooded her head, making her half compliments that her current victim would be to a greater extent cocky, would try to escape and fight back, just like the early one had done. Then, she 'd thought such resistance as a hindrance, but now, she realized it was half the fun. Sighing nostalgically, Ria wondered where that beginning daughter was now, and how she would unite her with her submit victim. That was in the future, she reminded herself : for now she must condition this girl, though to be honest Neha seemed to be betraying a sense of attractor which made her chore far easier. Indeed, Ria would make rewarded her for such devotedness, but training came first. Opening the threshold just a trivial bit, she checked the corridor. As she had hoped, the men had gone, deceived by the remnant of Neha 's clothing she 'd left in another cabin on the other position of the compartment. `` Good, '' thought Ria, `` I have to get this done soon. '' Closing the doorway, she looked at the inadequate girl, in whose eyes the faint anticipation that she would get out her alone, was dying out. Ria smiled, as she advanced with the dangerous object in her hand, till she was almost touching her victim.

Unlike her first dupe, this one seemed almost on the verge of passing out. It would be a shame if she did - after all, homework did not include taking smelling salts. Still, if her offset dupe was anything to go by, she would only become more aware as the session progressed, and Ria knew she never hurt one enough to take a crap her pass out from pain in the neck. It took away all the fun. Almost laughing at the girl 's predicament now, she stepped back.

belt ! The sound of the whip whistling through the air, before landing hard on a prisoner 's delicate consistence, was something Ria always relished. She relished even more the poor yelp of a heave girl, who was being tortured for the foremost time in her life. The whiplash, to be confessedly, had landed on stomach, and the young lady was now trying to back off. Ria had anticipated this, tying the knots tight enough to prevent her from going beyond a certain distance without leaving the ground. The rocking of the train made subject worse for the little girl. As if to mock her attempt at escape, the distance 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 young lady being wedged in the corner made by one of the berths and the table.It gave Ria the distinct impression of a cornered rat, terrified of the feline approaching it.

Ria knew she could whip Neha to a bright red in the current position, but she was never one to use her lash indiscriminately. She now raised the whiplash again, allowing Neha to admire the weapon for a fully two secondment, before landing it on her calf. Neha jumped and lost her balance, hitting the tabular array and being forced forward to regain her terms, due to the abruptness of the bonds above. Ria used this occassion to land another hard blow, decent across her clamped tit. 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 sparse line that the whip had made across her tits, the bra providing short protection to her mamilla. Yet Ria the bit Ria realized that her boob had some cover, she brought out the scissors. Beginning with the forget cup, she slowly began to cut out the Weird excrescence at the center of the cup. This freed up the clinch, and it stuck out of the bra like a impossibly long pap. The early cup followed, and Ria let the composition of cloth fall away.

Grabbing Neha, she roughly pushed the lost lady friend towards the other side of the cabin, till she was almost at the door. This allowed Ria copious acess to Neha 's tight hindquarters. Though she always had a preference for tits, she could n't help but admire the round pliantness of her muscles, which clenched involuntarity in sleeveless prevision of where the next blow would go. Yet for a few moments Ria paused to admire her prey again. Neha was fragile than the early female child, and her ass more tight. She could just conceive of how a dildo would look, sticking out between those globe. Ria smiled - what Neha lacked in flavor, she Sir Thomas More than made up with a killer dead body.

rap ! Neha felt as if a knife had been run across the length of her spinal column. She would have believed that that was indeed the caseful, had she not known what was in Ria 's hand. Ever since the crop had begun flying, she had been in one endless nightmare, trying to fly what was impossible to run from. To make affair unsound, not only were the lashes heavy and unpredictable, with each nose candy, her scurrying only added to the pain in her hands. By now she was for sure her joints were about to pop out. Yet she could n't simply stand there and accept the pain could she ? Crack ! This C landed between her bare ass cheeks, periliously close to her anal retentive kettle of fish. She lost her balance again, and tumbled to one side, hitting the place and bouncing off, her armpit flaring up in the previous of serial of painful experiences.

But it was far from over. As Neha turned to see where the next blow would come, the succeeding blow indeed landed on her side, making her jumping like a pit cat. As she moved to one side of meat, so as to avoid getting the following one at the same spot, she saw the whiplash rise again, and landed estate on her leftfield leg. Again, she lost her balance wheel, and crashed into a office, this time hitting her shoulders. And so it went on. Every time Neha would move, she would get a whip on a different part of her physical structure. Though her mind told her that escape was impossible, her body tried on, getting exhausted, and developing a severe stock in her mitt. All the while, Ria continued to look on with an facial expression 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 John Cage, there was something alluring about the female child, something which Neha knew would make believe her stoppage even if she was on the brink of death. Somehow, she was attracted, fatally perhaps, to everything Ria, including the sadistic fetish for hurting her.

Ria watched with growing amusement as the girl kept on trying to escape the blast. Eventually she felt her whip arm tiring, and knew her other arm would n't be able to scald her half as well. Neha too seemed to be tiring, and Ria realized that she might either do permanent damage to her wed hands, or may pass out. She landed a final examination set of eyelash to the clamped bosom, causing the clinch to fly in all directions, bringing Forth fresh moans and smell of desperation from the release female. Flexing her muscles, Ria now threw the whip on one of the post, before sampling the salty fluids which were freely flowing down the female child 's case. This done, she gently stroked Neha 's head like a dog, before gently probing her snatch. She had intentionally left her pussy untouched, such that it was most responsive when she began to fuck her. But low, she decided that it was metre to check upon the girl, and find a way of getting her first prisoner, into the cabin. Undoing the Julian Bond which held the miss upright, she allowed her to collapse onto the floor. Using the freed rope to tie her ramification, she checked the gag, then walked out, making sure that no one saw her emerge.

As Neha drifted off to a fitful, exhaustion induced rest, 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 know what was expected of her right now. Congratulating herself on her excellent preparation, Ria opened the door to the missy'compartment and realized that dinner party was being served. Swiftly, she inquired about the whereabouts of her first-class honours degree victim, and soon found her, overseeing the service of food. Pulling her parenthesis, she instructed her to head to the first course of study compartment unseen. 'Yes mistress', she replied, as she had done so many clock time earlier in these two age.

Once she was gone, she approached the ticket checker and the guard, who looked at her with with child eyes. `` Has she .... ? '' she asked. Both nodded, barely able to enshroud their agitation. `` Give me half an hour. '' They nodded again, and Ria went back in, resuming her earliest buttocks opposite the two bourgeois young lady. They paid no attending to her. Apsara was gone, and Ria stretched herself. training was tiring, if pleasurable and she was thirsty. Further, though she would have preferred to crave Neha and the other girl, she knew she would induce to smuggle food out for them. Thankfully, it seemed that her maiden victim, who should have by now joined Neha, had anticipated this. Sitting where Apsara had been, were three food mob. Smiling, she hid them with a blanket, before getting on with her work.

'' Err ... .Shilpa ? '' she barely recalled the gens of one of the daughter, though they studied together. `` It 's Shilpi '' the young lady answered.

'' how rude, she deserves everything that 's coming to her. '' thought Ria as she quickly told them that there was a problem with their tickets and that Mangala had asked her to inform them about it. They had better talk to the ticket checker. The two exchanged worried glances, not bothering to doubt the sincerity of Ria 's command. Once they had hurriedly finished their food, Ria asked them to take 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 sure her first 'love', rather imprisoned, would handle it. She led them straight into the buttery car, where the two men were waiting, smoking cigarettes. Once the girls stood decent in battlefront of them, Ria smiled at them.

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

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

Meanwhile, in a inaugural socio-economic class cabin, Mangala had just discovered her sister lying in a state of mess, with red melody crisscrossing across her backrest. Her hands were tied and her she was gagged. As she digested the full significance of what had happened to her, she ran her hands gently over the red lines, which turned her baby 's bonny flesh into a chequerboard. Turning her over, she saw that the poor lady friend 's bra had been cut out, two vauntingly clamp attached on her tit. Reaching down to take away one, she though the honorable of it. Instead she paused to admire the firm melon of the lady friend, which she had seen often, but for the first time, in this `` new '' way. Not sure as shooting why she did it, she gave one of the clamp a easy tug, causing the flesh to develop with it, before falling back with a bounciness. She repeated the process with the other clamp, harder this prison term. Neha made a slight movement, and Mangala let go. Instead, she cupped the tit, marvelling at its fulness. No wonder boys lusted after her - Mangala 's sugariness and innocent sister, who was just embarked upon an irregular journey into the alien.

Though seeing her sister this way made her wish to lessen her agony, she knew unspoiled than to do anything about it. Instead, she realized that she was feeling as strange, unaccepted sensory faculty in her pubes, one which told her that her sister would be a expectant fuck. For a full five instant she resisted the urge, forcing her mind instead to wonder what all her babe had been through. This her mind easily guessed, and as she pictured the agony, she felt the urge growing unattackable. Finally, her thinker told her that there was no way the sadist who had done this to her sister would make life history any loose for Neha, and she might as well get a few loving moments between dateless sessions of torture. Lowering herself till her bosom touched the clamps, she placed her full lips onto those of her sister.

Ria quickly exited the compartment, and entered the first stratum one, this time without pausing. Her programme so far was working perfectly. She felt no pathos for Shilpa and her friend. Or was it her baby ? Maybe she 'll never know. When the two fauna were done with them, they would either be dumped beside the trail or sold. Either way, since they stayed in the hostel, it would be months before their parents came to check, and by that prison term, she was certain she could falsify up something. Perhaps she would n't require to, if what she was now planning went well.

Reaching the cabin door in a dozen strides, she banged on the door. A moment later, a scared looking female opened it, with another lying gagged and leap in the backcloth. Wordlessly, she strode in, leaving it to the first girl to close the room access. Once she turned after doing it, she found Ria inspecting the daughter on the floor. Smiling at the sleeping form, Ria got up, and nodded at the former miss. The missy knew what was expected of her. For the first few twenty-four hours of her breeding, she had not, and then had refused to know. Her stubborness had been dealt with in the harshest way potential, with her physical structure being left half suspended in piss for a full moon Jan night. To her succor, and subsequent consternation, her splendid unsusceptibility prevented pneumonia, though she went down with a feverishness. worsened than febrility, though was the experience of being in icy cold piddle for minute on end, almost totally raw. Coupled with whippings and cigaret burns, she had not only get a line to do what she was about to do now, but also a superfluity of difficult, degrading and exhausting services that her cruel mistress demanded of her. If she still maintained an air of haughtiness, that was simply because it served her mistress'purposes. Inside, she was her personal sex slave.

The slave now began to get out of her clothes. Ria had ruined dozens of her dresses, sometimes ripping them off, more often cutting them at peculiar shoes, so as to turn the substance of defending her modesty into instruments aiding her humiliation. She did not want to destroy her former apparel, and got out of it before Ria could misplace pursuit in the bound girl. Now in her intimate apparel, the girl waited for her kept woman to cave in the signal. Many a metre, she would ask her to keep her lingerie on, though again it would process determination diametrically opposite to what they normally were meant for. On this occassion, she got the signal to divest completely, and with a smell of guilt at how completely she had fallen under Ria 's spell, she stripped off her clothes with a sense akin to relief.

Next instant, she was on all fours, crawling towards her possessor like the bitch she was. Ria paid no interest to this development till the girl was literally at her feet. Now she allowed the young lady to remove her jeans, and then her panties, exposing her hairy cut to the female. Ria now got up and sat down on Neha 's bound body, positioning herself upon her thigh. As the slave changed direction, Ria casually opened her legs, allowing the girl to glower herself to the level of her vagina. The slave began with easy thrashing, flicking the outer sarcoid folds. Ria knew she had had to civilize her quite a lot to teach her the art of eating out another woman, but today she was n't in a mood to examine such art. Grabbing a fistful of the girl 's hair, which was done up in a ponytail, she pushed her harder into her dear mess. The girl between her wooden leg realized that her mistress was impatient today, and began licking harder. Grabbing her head with the other hand, Ria responded to this exploit by reaching below her to fondle one of her slave 's pendulous mamilla. Those tit, easily 38DD, were one of the grounds she had chosen her, and not one of the more beautiful ( and athletic ) daughter. Had she known then that she would cause such a smashing bitch of a sister, she would definitely have broken both. As it were, she was only vaguely cognisant of Neha money box she saw her a mates of days back. Now, she was grateful that she had indeed chosen such a jade.

Her hand reached one of the heavy flesh sacks dangling from the slave 's dresser, and she cupped it for a mo, adjusting herself so that the owner of the tits could retain her work at her cunt. As the female child lapped strong, she squeezed the tit hard, finding the elongated nipple easily. Taking it between her quarter round and index, she twisted it cruelly, causing the slut to pant into her cunt. Laughing, she released the tit, focussing on getting maximum pleasance out of the efforts of her slut. She could find the fleshy clapper probing voiceless at her, seeking her clit, then finding it and flicking it, then moving off to make circles and figure on her pussy walls before returning to the most raw part of her vagina. Ria had taught her well, too well, she realized as she felt herself heading towards the elevation of orgasm at breakneck speed. But she made no effort to slow down, allowing her slave to preserve up the pace.

'' Ahhh ... ..faster you bitch. Lick like your lifetime depends upon it. '' She could not be sure that the little girl, with her head trapped between her Ria 's thighs, heard her correctly, but Ria made no attempt to change anything, apart from grabbing her hair with both paw and pushing her head further into her puss, till she was sure the girl could harldy breathe. But the striver knew better than to hesitate, going harder and faster, licking desperately at the slick rampart, burying herself in the fluids it produced, which were currently coating her buttock, eye, nose and indeed her whole look, matting her hair as it did so.As she flicked her clit again, she felt the miss 's peg stiffen.Next moment she was writhing in coming, thrashing like a deranged creature atop the bound girl, with her striver being drowned in her cum between her legs.

For what seemed like an infinity, the striver felt wafture after wafture of her fancy woman'cum wash over her, till she believed that this meter she would surely be drowned. Finally, the legs on either position of her went limp, and she was thrown away, hitting the position and collapsing beside it. As her tits bounced on her chest before coming to rest, she saw the young woman staring at her, with a assortment of jolt, horror and consternation. The slave sighed, and looked away. a lot as she knew that this was bound to happen sometime, it still hurt her to realize that her younger baby, the sweet and impeccant Neha, had just seen her elder sister, the proud, haughty and square-toed Mangala being used like an inflatable fucktoy. As the hard worker Mangala closed her middle, a bust escaped it, mixing with the cum flowing from Ria 's cunt.

As the afterglow of a mindboggling climax 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 fast breasts. Her sister, however, was slightly fat, but over her bulging potbelly, she had two vast melon vine. Infact she had lusted after them from the first day she had met her. With some amusement, she remembered the day she 'd spend wondering how to die the haughty fille. In the end it had been ridiculously soft. Perhaps she had never been in such a position. More likely she had never had to use her arm to oppose herself in her life. Either way, one night when they were sleeping over at Ria 's place, she had grabbed her, and armtwisted the girl into giving her a yearn sapphic candy kiss. To be surely, Mangala had put up much more resistance than Neha had, but in the end Ria had won, and thus began Mangala 's descent into debauchery. She had been progressively broken, made to absorb off all sorts of men, and eventually act like a portable toilet for Ria. All that had been achieved months ago, but it was only recently that she had seen Neha, and Neha 's breeding had just begun. There was still a long, albeit pleasurable way to go.

It was clock time to lift Neha. As she bent down, she saw that Neha was indeed awake. On her face was a expression of dibelief, coupled with hopelessness. Had she hoped that her sis would somehow rescue her ? It was not unnatural given the air of indomitability Mangala gave out to the outside world, albeit interspersed with sessions of slavery as the deliver one. Supressing her desire to laugh at her naivety, Ria dragged Neha up. It was now good to undo her bonds and gag, and these were skilfully done away with. Once blood surged back into Neha 's munition, the bother in them seeemed to arise again. Yet she barely felt the infliction, as the news that her sister was infact a sex slave was yet to sink in. She saw the Ria res publica a kick on Mangala 's back, and the girl scurried up onto her knee, her eyes betraying total submission.

Ria felt amused by the look of continued surprise in her eyes. As she continued to look at this unknown reunification, her idea formed an idea. She grabbed Neha and forced her to fend. 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 baby 's pussy. Positioning Neha such that her legs were on either side of the older babe 's head, she grabbed Neha, one hand on her fountainhead the former on her ass. Pausing for a moment to admire her ass again, she then pushed both downwards.

Neha found herself staring at her own sis 's pussy, her marvel if she was to do what pornstars did in such condition. Her reverence were confirmed when she felt a clapper, which could only be that of her sister, gently probing her pussycat. She tried to pull away, still unable to bottom the consequences of being eaten out by her own sis. But Ria would throw none of it, controlling her by the hair. Realizing that she had no option, binge began to form in her eyes again as she extended her knife to the brown gash. With extreme point hesitancy, she began to poke into the pussy with her tongue. However, clearly she was doing something wrong, for Ria pulled her up by the hair's-breadth again. Using one of her hired hand, she pried unfastened Mangala 's kitty-cat opening, and pushed Neha into it. Neha, suffocated for the moment, had no option to drub away at the pink inside of her babe 's gash.

As Neha slowly licked, Ria stood back to admire the mint of the two sisters eating each former out. `` the perfect kinsfolk '' she thought. Just one thing was missing, her psyche 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 '' fille 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 ministration had brought out a fair total of succus from her untested babe. Mangala 's own puss was getting wet as well, but given the deficiency of expertise 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 sis 's eyes, visible through the crack of Neha 's ass, beseech her not to take her younger sis 's virginity. `` It 's your sister 's Mangifera indica ( the public figure by which Ria referred to Mangala, and specifically to her chest ). She 's not so clean-handed after all. '' Before she could put up the fact, Ria added `` And, it 's not for her pussy. '' Mangala 's face changed to one of shock, as she realized what her schoolmarm meant. A moment later, she saw her fears go into world, even as her sister 's pussy released increasing sum of cum onto her expression.

Neha was becoming steadily more randy. She had given up the unequal fighting against her sister 's expert workplace, her judgment forcing her to go for the fact that just like when she 'd been tied up, no matter what she did, she would have got to face the same fate. This clip, the fortune was pleasurable, and she settled down to love her sis 's licking. Though Ria was no longer forcing her, Neha continued to lick at her sis 's pussy, 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 hundreds of times. 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 pussy to research. Refusing to reply the questions her mind asked, she began to lick with greater vim, seeking to find the one spot which was spiritualist in every female child.

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

Her idea cruelly told her that she would anyhow do anything the miss wanted, and right now she wanted to fuck her in the ass. Ignoring her mind as she had done so often today, Neha besseched her again. SHe got no reply, Ria too captive upon forcing the foreing object down the resisting chute to bother. By now the dildo was pushing hard against her virgin sphincter, and Ria felt nostalgic in thinking of the time she 'd break down in Mangala 's asshole, in the back of a lecture Granville Stanley Hall, even as the grade went on before them.

Mangala had remained repose. Neha however was already blabbering something, and Ria had to hesitate to swat away the weak hand that was hovering around Ria 's waist. Infact, she turned around such that she was facing Neha 's ass, and her baby 's face. Bending down to get a unspoiled look at her virgin ass, she began pushing harder, willing the resistance to give way. At the other end, Neha had guessed from what Ria told her Sister that it was her own dildo being pushed into the wrong hole. Cursing her determination to get it along, she clenched her teeth, willing herself to stick out this out in silence.

Yet the botheration was becoming unbearable. As she screwed up her typeface and bit her lower lip, she suddenly felt the matter pause. For a hopeful moment she believed that Ria had given up, though she knew better than to believe a woman like RIa would give up on anything. She was right. A few mo later, she felt a brutal annoyance in her ass, which told her that her anal retentive sphincter had been totally violated, that her own dildo was now ensconed in her poop tube. Neha could n't have it anymore. Opening her mouthpiece, she screamed out.

It seemed like an eternity before silence descended. She could feature stopped the scream with a laborious slap at any moment, 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 poor wight shrieking in torment, reminding her again of the multiple clip her elder sister had obliged her mistress the Lapplander way. Neha would too, Ria thought, but this would do for now.

Mangala meanwhile had diligently kept at her specify job, and even amidst the pain she knew her sister was going through, her snatch had been giving out plenteous total of juice. When RIa had told her that her sister was not a virgin, she had refused to trust it. But now she, being drenched in the fluids of her own sister, did not quite feel so sure. Again, instead of bringing headache and pity as it would once experience, the thought merely brought fervor to the girl, making her add more of her own juice to Neha 's face at the paired end.

Now, as she watched the dildo go in with a roughshod drive, and the subsequent scream, she knew how her sister must be feeling. As she continued to lick, she watched mesmerised as the dildo, thicker than the one that had been used upon her, went deeper and profoundly. Her baby 's ass muted the howler that were coming out of her sister 's mouth, and this allowed her to look on as the dildo, about 9 in long, went in about halfway through. Then Ria pulled it out a little, and then it went deeper, almost seven column inch. Ria now held it there, even as Mangala realized that at the charge per unit at which she was going, Neha would cum soon.

Ria now began to overstretch it out a fiddling, wondering if Neha had reached her limit. She still remembered breaking in the champion student on her lap at the dorsum of the hall, but then only about 5 column inch had gone in. Clearly her diminutive sister could engage to a greater extent. Ria shoved in spine harder, sending another half inch inside. She could see Neha 's ass musculus spasming, as she tried to exclude the foreign object. But it was futile - her own alternative of dildo, meant even without Ria holding it there, she would not be able to remove it. Infact, Ria removed her handwriting, 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 slight puppy also has a tail. ``

At the former end, Neha could n't believe what was happening to her ass. She had been brutally impaled, and the matter would not impress out. Crying now, she begged Ria again, but only quiet, coupled with the very illume sounds of a natural language lapping against a young woman 's sex - her sex - came to her ears. Neha wondered if she would be able to defecate 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 girl now realized, she was very close to success.

So secretive infact that Neha wanted to drudge her pussy against her sister 's case. Since Ria 's weightiness prevented it, she remained still, licking Mangala occassionally, but concentrating mostly on the pang of pleasure that were emanating so close from her author of pain. Then suddenly, she felt Ria get down 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 sis 's rapidly dampen cunt. She did the latter, infact burying her aspect in the soft folds, seeking solace from the blinding pain in her baby 's secret voice.

Mangala, by now determined to pick out her Sister to orgasm, licked evermore furiously at her Sister 's twat. Infact, she was trying to do secure than what she did for her fancy woman, since her nous gave her the Wyrd logic that Neha needed her more than than did Ria. As she saw the dildo move out gradually, she felt something toilsome press against her own kitty-cat, and the realization that it was her sister 's face, which had only been intermittently in contact with her, raised her excitement several 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 decision increasing as the dildo finally exited Neha with a pop, she licked furiously, enjoying the thin buckling of her sister 's pussy over her.

Ria, having removed the dildo completely, noted the blood and shit it was covered in. Wondering fro a second if she should get it cleaned by either of the girls, she realized how close both were to orgasm, and she was determined to have a dildo in Neha 's kitty the maiden time she was brought to a gay woman orgasm. Positioning the dildo, she plunged in inside again, causing Neha to upgrade her head to screeching, before burying it again in Mangala 's kitty-cat. 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 twist 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 pussy, realized at the same prison term that her sister appeared shut down to cumming, and also that the rape of her ass was causing a strange sentiency. Where there had been pain before, there was pain still, but with a flavor of violation which was strangely arousing. As Ria went faster and faster, she realized that Mangala 's work and Ria 's rape were going to fuse to wreak her to orgasm. Infact, she was now periliously close, the Twin Falls spirit of something going in and out, and something probing her, causing sense datum of an chroma she 'd never felt before. And then she was at the boundary. Instead of screaming out however, buried as she was in a pussy. she bit into it, grazing something like a nub in the cognitive operation, as she felt her floodgates open. At the other end, Mangala felt something motility deeper into her puss, before touching her neglected clit. The smell, coupled with the actualization that her sister had finally found her clit, was too a great deal for her. She let out a recollective groan as her own kitty exploded into the face of her new sister.

As they came, Ria felt the young consistency writhing below her. Cum was gushing like a two headed fountain on either end, spraying both little girl together, as if underscoring the fact that they were babe. Ceasing to make love Neha 's ass, Ria passively enjoyed the fruits of her campaign - two trollop sister cumming to each other. What could be better ?

As the twin orgasms subsided, Ria raised herself, kicking the exhausted Neha off Mangala. Neha rolled off, lying beside her sis, moaning softly. Mangala, however, was cognizant 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 girl, and Mangala instantly knew which one was hers. Taking it, she obediently fastened it around her neck, such that in front man dangled a tag which read Cumbitch. But her mistress held out the early one as well. Mangala realized what it meant.

Taking it, she crawled over to Neha, bending over her. She helped the exhausted miss onto her haunches, seeing the look of confused lecherousness in her typeface. Trying to smile as best as she could, she reached out and held the catch before Neha 's eyes. Behind her, a voice came `` WIth proper ceremony Cumbitch. ``

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

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

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

mix-up increased on the girl 's face. Mangala held the tag close to the miss 's eyes, remembering well the day, just after the results had announced that Mangala had topped the year, when her own `` ceremony '' had taken place, her gold medal being stuffed up her ass in the unconscious process. Neha took her fourth dimension to understand it `` Fuckbunny ? '' SHe looked with renewed confusion at her Sister. Mangala nodded as she pushed back Neha 's pilus, fastening the taking into custody round her slender cervix `` Fuckbunny ''.

Before Neha could support this change, Ria was fastening chains to the rings dangling from the two collars. Next moment, she found herself trying to get up on her wooden leg, but was motioned to appease on all quatern by her babe. As Ria began to direct them out of the cabin and into the corridor, she finally realized her quandary - she was now Cumbitch 's baby, Fuckbunny. As she looked at Mangala crawling beside her, she wondered what all she would have to endure in her new incarnation. But before she could do so, her eye fell on the two chassis bags hanging from Mangala 's chest. Somewhere, in some dissimilar world, she may hold been horrified by the thought of being carnally attracted to her own sister. But in this give cosmos, where she had just had sex with her, and been turned into a fuckpet for the girl who owned her babe, nothing seemed lucid anymore.

Ria was almost at the threshold when she felt a slight tug on her mountain range. Turning around, she saw Fuckbunny was on top of her bitch sister, sucking away at those melon vine. Sighing, she watched for a moment, then tugged both troika hard. Both girls gagged, before separating, and crawling back into position. smile, she turned around again, but only to find the ticket checker standing before her.

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

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

Ria stood there, not certainly 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 voice trembling, she asked, `` S-so ? ``, noting as she said so, the bit of guard duty standing in the doorway behind him. `` S-so ? ``

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

( may be continued )
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( written by Pandorius999 )

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