`` An unexpected Journey ''

Neha stood in front of the mirror, staring at her lilliputian 5'2 material body, straightening her wild blue yonder blouse, before moving to the trunks she had paired with them. Noticing a flimsy blemish on the right leg, she turned to convert it, before stopping herself. It was an educational misstep after all, that too with her senior baby and her friend. Dropping the plan to change her shorts, she began to apply sunscreen to her boldness, preparing for the hot sun that beat down outside.

As she applied the ointment generously over her oval human 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 white slash of surfeit ointment making not so aesthetic lines on her cheeks, she looked pretty much the way she wanted to seem. At 19 and just out of her low gear class in a young lady'college, Neha may have some crazy ideas about what the world wanted a girl to look like, but no one could deny that she was pretty. If her founder were to be believed, it was her almond shaped optic, rare for her community, set on a slightly elongate typeface, with high-pitched brow and complete mouth, which made her the cynosure of all eyes. That those eyes had hitherto been those of ageing auntie, street riffraff and ofcourse her prude of a sister, was not her fault. As she adjusted the straight berm duration hair which completed her kisser, she was filled with the all too comrade longing to be appreciated by a man. With her looks, why would n't they ? But 1st, she 'd have to find a way of evading her sister 's Fe detention, 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 depths of an all too associate world, came the voice of her mother. Neha looked at herself once more, then rubbed the sun blocker Thomas More evenly over her fount. This done, she headed downstairs, to see Mangala and her friend Ria standing around what looked like their baggage. THeir mother was standing a petty 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 girl will be able to just take hold of the train. '' distinctive Mangala. Neha sighed again, as she descended the steps. Halfway down, however, Mangala noticed the phantasm, and promptly shifted her ire onto her younger sibling. `` My darling baby girl, if you could kindly get your thing ready instead of staring at your cranium, we 'd all be much obliged. '' It took Neha a few irregular to register the Word of God cranium, seconds in which Mangala had covered the distance between them, and was pushing her up the steps like a sack of white potato.

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

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

'' goodness. spear carrier assault and battery 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 rucksack ? '' Before she could answer, her sister had fished out her front-runner stuffed toy out of the bag, and was holding it like the evidence of some henious crime. `` Did I not specefically ask you not to include this ? '' Neha gave a sullen look. The shimmy flew into the wardrobe, and her sister stomped out. From the bottom of the stairs came a footer to take her mobile and get her stuff downstairs in five seconds. Openly swearing now, Neha finished backpacking, intentionally placing the toy back in the bag. This done, she picked up her cell and purse, before running a nimble check for anything she 'd left behind. Nothing except ... ..her eyes spotted an elongate target sticking out of her underwear drawer. On a hunch, she picked it up and overeat it into her bag. All done, she headed down, wondering if the educational trip would be allowed to continue just that.

An hour and another stuffed toy related literary argument later, Neha found herself in a railroad train compartment with fifty more smelly females, all of whom were desperately trying to hide their soundbox odour with a variety of aromatic compounds. None were succeeding, her pinched sense informed her, as she somehow managed to wedge between Apsara, who looked more like the obese mother of an holy person than an angel herself, and her sister 's ally Ria. practically to her relief, Ria proved to be more amiable company. Ria was 21, and easily stood a human foot over Neha. A rude athlete and terpsichorean, her figure reminded one of the features of the female person statuette which adorned the walls of temples. `` 36C-28-40 '' Neha made a genial dead reckoning of the girl 's statistics.

To her embarassment however, she found Ria staring at her as she was just rounding off her turn ass. Looking away hurriedly, Neha pretended to be admiring Apsara, something which drew an appreciative grinning from the heavy girl. Unfortunately, the smile only made her look even more like individual 's mother-in-law, and Neha was forced to look away. right field 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 disfavor to the shorts she was wearing. Exasperated by the responses she was getting, yet fearful of looking at Ria again, Neha moved her head in random focussing for a few proceedings. Everywhere she looked however, she was met with inquiring, sometimes disapproving looks. They seemed to say `` What 's your business here kid ? '' They were right. This was a thirdly Year trip, and had her sister not used her influence to get an extra just the ticket for her, there was no way she 'd have got been in the train at that import. On second thought process, maybe getting bored for two long summertime calendar month was better than going to a bunch of rock-and-roll cut caves with a bevy of malefic looking girls. And where exactly was her baby ?

Ria seemed to read her idea. `` Feeling out of shoes eh ? It happens. Your sister is busy with the ticket-checker, probably haggling over something. '' Neha had no option but to face at her now, and she was again struck by Ria 's features - only this time, they were nervus facialis. Neha noted, with hold the fact that Ria too had an egg-shaped face, but her eyes were big and stave. So too were her lips, the get down pinko on them going well with her unaccented skin feel. Like all young woman Neha knew, Ria had black hairsbreadth, 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 sleek locks.

If Ria found her demeanor strange, she showed no foretoken of it. Instead she let her friend 's Sister stroke her hair, running her long white fingerbreadth through the nigrify Mass, gently pulling it till it gave way. Instinctively, she moved one, then all, fingers from the hair to the funfair cheeks. Unable to break eye contact lens, Ria felt indulgent fingers glide ever so gently over her grimace, till they covered her cheeks, moving over her poke towards her brow.

Suddenly Neha was aware of a cough 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 girls. They too had noticed the more than friendly philia of this stranger towards their classmate, and in all likelihood would experience coughed, nay belched if Apsara not obliged. they now looked at her with an expression akin to the faithful towards a heretic. unable to yield to Ria after what had transpired, Neha instead settled in for a war of glares.

She did not know how farseeing she kept up the unequal struggle, but eventually she tired of constantly giving stares which were more in the domain of her babe. Instead, she got up, and without casting so much as a look towards the physical object of her unexpected affection, she headed towards the toilet. Unfortunately, news show appeared to have travelled fast, for she got inquisitive stares and the occassional giggle from many of the women. Reaching the doorway, of the compartment, she realized it was open, allowing the outdoors countryside to rush by. More importantly, after the suffocating atmosphere of the post, she found the cool air rushing in from the fields, refreshing. Evidently it had rained sometime in the neighborhood they were passing, and Neha settled down to enjoy the walkover.

With the pushover however, the thought process of Ria seemed to return. What had she done ? On the look of it, all she had done was admire the beauty of a person of the Saame sexuality. But as everyone in the compartment probably knew by now, the personal manner of appreciation had exceeded the definition of friendly touching by a land mile and More. Somehow, she 'd matte attracted to the girl 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 import she desperately wanted to be appreciated by Ria. Unknowingly, she 'd developed a crushed leather on Ria.

As she pondered in astuteness the developments of the previous half hour, she did not find another figure emerge behind her, and stand silently for a moment. It made a gesture as if it 'd prefer to go back, then stopped. Sighing, it lowered itself beside the retrospecting girl. Getting no chemical reaction from her, she gently placed a hired hand over the girl 's slim shoulders. The miss almost jumped out of the geartrain in surprisal, before stammering `` Wh ... .who ? Oh ! '' Her attempt at hiding the shock of seeing the very individual 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 oneself, as she could smell Neha trembling beneath her. Trying to sedate her pile, she moved closer, till their shoulders met. Now she could feel her entire eubstance vibrating with the tremors emanating from the little girl beside her.

Neha felt Ria fracture closer. though she now had ample cause to depend at her, Neha somehow could not fetch herself to bet at her. Why had she come in ? To tell her that what she did was wrong ? Being the Sister of the most prudish girl in the world, she 'd heard the public lecture a million times, and had become immune to such comment. Still, this was not her sister, but the girl she ... .Neha forced her mind to say the word `` liked '', but she knew her mind had formed a unlike word. A Son which Ria seemed to somehow sense, for she withdrew her hand. Yet she did not leave alone, but stayed there, staring straightforward ahead.

mo passed. Neha cast a fleeting glance at her Sister 's friend, who seemed so different from her sister, yet so upstage right now. What was she thinking ? Neha cast another glance, and this time Ria met her gaze. Their eyes 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 gaze, looking away, her eyes blank. Neha continued to gaze, unable to break off her regard away from the beautiful face before her. Yet she too looked away after a import, realizing that she had again drifted into grave waters. But, had Ria followed her, even for that minutest fraction of a second ? Neha could n't distinguish.

They sat as before, each staring ahead. Yet now Neha had a burning desire to know what the early thought, and raised her optic towards Ria again. Before she could analyze her in any detail, however, one of the missy from the compartment appeared at the edge of her vision. Quickly, she looked away, her ears nevertheless noting a giggle from the trespasser before she disappeared into one of the toilette cubicles. Neha could not turn out it anymore. Seeing no response from Ria, she decided to get up, perhaps go into some void compartment, pass prison term alone. As she tried to get up, Ria suddenly reached out and grabbed her arm.

As their centre met, she saw Ria mouth a exclusive discussion `` hold ''. Neha settled down again, wondering why she needed to wait, and for what. Still, this was the first reaction she 'd got from the girl after the second lustful here and now, 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 leave. Her speculation was right. After an eternity, the miss emerged and headed back, serenading the couple with another snigger.

As soon as she was gone, Ria jumped up, grabbed Neha roughly by the arm and with surprising strong suit, yanked her up. Before she knew anything, Neha found herself flying across the anteroom, into another compartment. This was evidently the get-go form compartment, for on each side were threshold leading into cabins. Ria chose the bit, and peered in. It was empty-bellied. From the look of things, all of them were empty. adjacent moment, Neha felt herself shoved into the cabin, with Ria following, shutting the door behind her.

Ria now turned around, staring at an equally dyspneic Neha. For the first meter the two of them were alone, away from all the others. Neither of them made a move, boulder clay Neha could use up it no more. Tentatively, she took a step towards Ria, her rapid breathing adding to the signified of desperation that animated her feature film. Ria instinctively took a step back. Neha stopped, then slumped down on a berth, looking out of the window. Ria waited another moment, before taking a can. To Neha 's surprise, it was not diametric, but beside her.

'' Neha ... .. ''

Neha did n't desire to look. 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 situation was less apt for apologies than for ... ..'Neha .... '' Neha could n't bear it anymore. She looked, and was surprised to see a strange feel in Ria 's middle. Before she could substantiate it, Neha was looking deep into Ria 's eyes again, and this time, Ria came forward, till they were rightfulness beside each former. As if on cue, Neha 's hired hand moved towards her look, resuming what had been rudely disturbed earlier. This clock time however, her hands seemed determined to search to a greater extent of Ria 's womanly lulu. Barely realizing it, Neha moved her script slowly over Ria 's moist lips, gently running over the soft flower petal before slowly parting them with her fingers. Her eyes fixed on Ria, her index finger began to crowd harder, till it was pushing against a bony barrier. Harder, and she felt Ria open her mouth a short. Warm air wafted out, drifting over Neha 's hand, causing her finger to push harder, till it was inside her sass. As it began to explore her buccal bodily cavity, Neha could feel her desire ontogeny stronger, forcing her to push in a second, then a third finger. But fingers were not enough.

Her partner interim, was quicker in analyzing the situation. Having been surprised by the lust the younger girl felt towards her, she 'd waited till she could be certain of it. Never the one to approach anyone directly, she 'd played the part of the surprised girl to perfection. Now that she could be sure, she felt she could count on ... ..Ria 's tending was distracted by one of Neha 's nails brushing against her sensitive cheeks. Yet the very distraction brought back retentivity of an sooner time, with a different person. `` So similar '' she thought, `` even exactly same. '' Suppressing the itch to jest at the good sense of deja vu, she instead decided that the risks were now minimum. She might as well get on with it. In a present moment, she had effected it. Neha 's wet fingers were now in mid air, her body turned around skilfully till it was flat upon the position. Getting the familiar sense of being in control, she lowered herself onto the girl, wondering if she would taste just like ... ...

Her partner, surprised by the sudden loss of restraint, was soon in the pure bliss of her first sapphic kiss. . She now felt sure she 'd always wanted Ria, Ria 's easy brim to be exact. She felt sure her attraction was primeval, something which she 'd not clearly realized. Why how when. Neha 's intellect asked in a distant spokesperson, one she was fellow with in her little way back home 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 love, and that too in a fair sex who was her sister 's scoop friend. But again, did she wish ? She did n't bother to reply. Instead her lip 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 embrace, even as her centre looked ever deeper into Ria 's orbs, asking a million interrogative and getting what answer, she knew not.

For the briefest of consequence, Neha came up for air, before going back to capture the upper lip. Unconsciously her manpower, moved closer. As she continued to snog, her hands moved into the familiar silken refuge 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 lustfulness that pushed aside muddiness, even as her breathing became faster, seemingly matching the rhythm of Neha 's heart.

Yet Ria seemed to want more, and faster. Stopping mid-kiss, she pulled away, and looked deep into the former girl 's heart. future second, she plunged into another kiss, but one which was faster, more salacious and for Neha, more ravishing. Before she knew it, her sassing had been parted, and a wiggly appendage had penetrated it, pushing past her teeth, seeking her tongue. Neha did n't need to comply : her tongue was found and engaged in passionate maneuver by the invader. Not bothering to question what had occassioned this change, Neha lay there as Ria explored her oral cavity, running along her cheeks, dentition and what not, even as Neha 's own resident appendage gave it relentless chase.

Just as she seemed to be settling into a rythm, Ria broke away again, this metre to go away from Neha 's position. As the surprised girl raised her foreland to investigate, she was suddenly pushed down as something piano connected with her neck opening, moving up and down, running something slippery and warm, planting a G kisses on it. Neha raised her handwriting to defend this invisible attacker, running her digit gently through the hair which she so loved, as Ria ravaged her neck and shoulders as she 'd earlier done with her mouthpiece.

'' 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 consistency to a country of ecstacy she 'd never before experienced in her living. The apparent motion on her cervix stopped, and reappeared on her lip, kissing hard, eager to take in as a good deal of the other as human build would permit. Neha 's work force now wrapped around Ria 's shoulders, uncoerced her to compress harder against her torso, till they could become one. Ria replied by running her hands through Neha 's hair, making moving ridge and patterns which only served to stimulate her more.

They were kissing faster now, kissing with wild abandon, their tongues chasing each other, flicking and entwining, till one would come up for breathing time. And then back again. Neha was now pressing harder into Ria 's back, digging her nails into the soft frame, wanting to commit her completely indoors. As they writhed, she was also cognisant of her breasts mashed against hers. Those perfect boob ! As Ria came up for air, she wedged her hands between their organic structure, such that she was now cupping one of her lover 's tits.

Ria paused, looking intently into the oculus 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 breasts. Yes they were indeed big, thought Neha ; any guy would die to have a pair like hers to take on with. A present moment later, as Ria began to unhook her bra, she realized that she was the lucky guy.

The fact that Ria made short work of stripping down to her waist, meant that Neha was now looking directly at Ria 's tit. As she 'd guessed, they were quite large, almost pendulous. Yet, they appeared firm, without any more than sag than that expected of such tumid ball. Better still, as she looked on, she could almost see her tit growing in sizing, till they were almost halff an inch long. As if to hold her, Ria lazily raised her arms, till they were interlocked above her head. The movement caused an ever so slight bounce in the boobs, but it was enough to make Neha 's lustfulness for those boob uncontrollable. Strangely, Ria lowered her hands in time to crowd her back down.

Instead, she moved her hands up Neha 's consistence, feeling her soft abdomen, before reaching her tits. Not as orotund as Ria 's but also house, they were subjected to some gentle pressing through the cushy material of her apparel. Then, as Neha raised her hands again, seeking the enticing fruits hanging from Ria 's chest of drawers, she suddenly felt a sharp pain sensation in her thorax - Ria was mauling her mamilla hard.

'' Ahhh ... '' the unvoluntary groan caused Ria to pause for a moment, then resume the cruel squeezing. She now positioned her hands till they were each cupping a tit. As Neha realized that Ria 's hired man were just the the right way size for her tits, she felt Ria 's fingers dig deep into the indulgent flesh, sending twinge of agony through her torso, along with light of carnal heat. Squeezing trough Neha was sure her fingers had penetrated her form, she held them there, looking deeply into Neha 's center. As Neha tried to pore through the blinding pain in the ass, she saw that Ria 's expression had changed. It was no longer that of a upset girl, but one of a hungry female person, who was determined to subscribe to 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. Worse, she moved her hands up and down, mashind the captive melons against each other, causing Neha to emit another groan of infliction. Again she held it for what seemed like an eternity. Then the digit relaxed, and Neha lowered her head, hitherto craning upwards to beg mercifulness of her buff. As relief flooded her nipple, she barely heard the tear of fabric. Yet she did notice the coolness of the cabin air on her bare abdomen, and a here and now later, was shocked to find a sword appear out of nowhere. As her mind became fully aware of her quandary, she saw the brand lower itself onto her shoulder, before moving slowly over her hide trough it was under her bra strap. She felt a tug against her chest, as if it was being pulled up, then an abrupt release. Her bra strap had just been sliced into two. Similar fate met the former strap, and thereafter Neha felt the knife in the valley between her pile. The phone of fabric being cut met her ears, and then cool down air brushed across her sensible nipple.

Stunned by the developments, she was nonplussed to find that even after disposing so callously of her clothing, Ria still had the knife in her deal. Was she planning on killing her ? As a feeling of terror began to take a leak her breathe faster, she found the knife hovering over her chest, dangerously near her pound heart. She knew raising her paw would be useless - she had been defeated without a ghost of difficulty earlier, and Ria had n't yet shown what exactly she was intending to do. Neha had no intent of ending her biography lying below a lesbian killer.

As her judgment raced, and her heart throbbed in her throat, Ria lowered the knife money box it was lying over her left nipple. With an construction of zeal, she began to run the apartment of the blade over her nipples, causing the centre to react to the frigid steel. The knife now moved from one nipple, over the space between her boob, to the early. A similar treatment followed, making Neha feel that her heart would explode in her chest. The knife was now raised, till it hovered once again, this time over her face. Neha knew that even if Ria dropped it, Neha stood to miss some part of her side. Her eyes fixed on the Damocles'steel, she became aware of the hand on her tit again. This time it gave a playful liquidity crisis, before reaching for her pap. For a mo it lay there, just as the knife had done, feeling the rigour of the nipple above a Alfred Hawthorne of softness. Then it slowly captured the mound between two finger's breadth.

Next bit, Neha, fixated as she was to the madly weapon hovering above her, felt an acute pain at the tip of her tit, which spread quickly over the rest period of it, informing her of a new source of torture. Tears welled in her middle, causing her to sound what her body had been screaming in her head long before. `` Please Ria, it hurts ! ``

Ria merely raised the knife to her own sassing, in a move telling her to stay tranquillity. Neha noticed how Ria had changed. She now looked not only hungry, but also unsafe, like a lioness over her quarry. Neha had begun to inquire if she 'd made a mistake by lusting after this seemingly friendly girlfriend. Did she detest her baby ? Was she taking out all the angst against Mangala on the younger girl ? Illogical as it may seem, it appeared to be the lone explanation, rather the only explanation she could find for the rapid change in her quandary. The other alternative, Neha shuddered to conceive, was that somehow Ria enjoyed causing pain.

Ria let go of her tit, only to attack the other, this prison term twisting her mammilla toilsome, causing Neha to beg with growing despair. To be honest, she 'd at one time or the other masturbated to videos of daughter being punished, and the pain, though not bad, was something she 'd expected from a less than gentle lover. What terrified her, rather, was the fact that Ria was behaving in a sadistic manner, one which told her of great visitation lying ahead.

As she pondered over these, she saw Ria 's head disappear again, along with the knife. next second, she felt something warm enclose her left tit. Unrestrained this time, she saw Ria 's head latching onto the tit, sucking it like it was going to yeild Milk. Inspite of the bother ( and she could make out some of the topmost marking on her tit ), Neha could n't help but marvel at the novel sensory faculty that was beginning to track through her body. Having been freed temporarily ( she guessed ) from any new torture, she became more acutely aware of the flabby wrench on her breast, which was causing her intimate urge, momentarily overwhelmed by pain, to grow again. During the numerous bedtime sojourns into the world of her intimate illusion, she 'd wondered what it would be like to be sucked on by an adult. Now, it was all coming true, in the strangest of fortune, and though she was fully aware that this lull in Ria 's brutality may be deceptive, she could n't help but essay more of Ria 's voiced mouth, lapping and sucking at her erect nub. Finally raising her right hand, she placed it gently on Ria 's head, and was relieved to find no opposition. Emboldened, she began to constrict her palm harder against Ria 's pass, willing her to suck harder. Ria seemed to comply, causing Neha to become steadily more aroused.

As Ria 's ministrations continued, Neha 's mind began once again to think of pleasance, and pleasure alone. She began to press her bruised bosom against her tormentor 's face, raising herself in the Leslie Townes Hope that Ria would thus get to a greater extent of her tit into her oral cavity. Rather conversely, Ria stopped, raising her head from the girl 's chest of drawers. Her center disclosed null, 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 sop up on them, she was again discomfited, for Ria now moved off completely, lowering herself onto the floor. Before Neha could postdate, however, Ria casually picked up the blade from wherever she 'd leave behind it, and made a individual threatening motion towards her. In another instant, she was dressing up, and then, she was gone.

Neha lay there, as if she was still under the threat of the knife. Eventually, the vacancy of the cabin brought her to her senses, and she raised herself, massaging her brusied breasts as she did so. As the cool air conditioned air began raise goosebumps across her backbone, she realized her predicament. Ria had, by tearing her clothes ( and taking them ), left her practically confined to the cabin unless she wanted to publicly chagrin herself. 'Probably get raped too. '' Neha thought, recalling the fact that the guards and slate checker were not known to be of unflawed morality. Her creative thinker told her she should be cursing herself for lusting after Ria, but she could n't quite bring herself to do so. After all, Ria had given her such unsung pleasure, and as the pain in the neck subsided, Neha began to wonder if being with Ria the half devotee half sadist, may not be such a bad suggestion after all.

Having zilch to do for now, Neha 's thoughts began to delve into fantasy once again. She wondered if Ria was experienced, if she 'd had sex with former cleaning woman before. there was nothing to testify it, yet something in her emphatic, domineering fibre told her that even if she had not, she would likely know everything about lesbian sex, there was to know. And Neha wanted to find out. After all, now that she had taken the plunge, the dip that had left her raw yet strangely fulfilled in an empty cabin, she might as well learn more. Maybe, she could pass the night with Ria, making love till ... ..

A phone extraneous caught her attention. It seemed someone had opened the doorway to the starting time stratum compartment, and Neha could n't be indisputable if it was Ria or one of the guards. Somehow she did n't want to cover herself from Ria, but ... ... Spotting the small distance below the lower berth, she quickly crawled into it. mo later, the door opened, and Neha could spend a penny out a pair of military boots framed by the open door. The intruder had evidently hoped to receive mortal, and for a import he stood there. Then, he abruptly turned and walked off, the audio of heavy rubber dying away. He had left the door open air, and Neha could n't be sure if he had left for sound, or was merely consulting a colleague. Her gist still in her sassing, 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 peg down transition devoid of life-time, but vocalisation in the distance. What should she do ? If they ran a thorough search of the cabin, they would surely find her. Even if she was left unmolested, it would be a terribly embarassing to be discovered nude before so many little girl. News would circularize like wildfire ... ... as Neha scrutinised the end of the corridor from where the sounds were coming, she suddenly found a lithe physical body standing beside her. Jumping back in little terror, it was a bit before she realized it was Ria, back with their bags and a shirt. Without a word, she threw the shirt at the mystify young woman, and raced off in the management opposite to the one towards which Neha had been looking.

For a minute, nothing seemed to score mother wit. The phone of a voices nearing, however, suddenly cleared up her head teacher. Pulling on the shirt somehow, she saw the sentry duty and the slate chequer moving towards the undetermined door of the compartment. Her sum in her mouth, she made a dash for it. She had no melodic theme where Ria had gone, or where she was supposed to go. All she knew was that she had to get away, and the only selection seemed to be to celebrate running. Cabins whizzed past her as her eyes desperately searched for any sign of Ria. She was nearing the end of the compartment, and soon she would be at another vestibule. Should she slow down ? She realized too late that it was n't an option, as a human body materialized before her. WHAM !

Next second she was lying flat on the floor, or more correctly, upon person who was lying matte on the floor. Whoever it was, however, was undaunted by this ravishment, and quickly pushed Neha off itself, before dragging her by the hairsbreadth into the nearest cabin. Pain guess through her chief, eclipsing all others, but Neha had no time, much less hint, to call. Three minute later, she was laid down flat on the floor, and the door securely closed.

Instantly her hands went to her poor hair, but it did n't prevent her from realizing that it had been Ria who had reacted so swiftly to Neha 's headlong comer, and had used a brutally efficient method to shroud 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 downcast urgency written all over her grimace. Lowering herself till she was inches from Neha 's face, Ria recklessly undid two buttons of the hastily donned shirt. Finding her left hand tit, she squeezed it punishing, forcing Neha to focus on the girl above her. Again, no speech were spoken, but from gestures, Ria made it unmortgaged that they would have to be absolutely quiet till the two men left. Neha wanted to add, `` if they left '', but she guessed the older girl already knew this.

But silence clearly did not equalize with inactivity in Ria 's record, for she was soon fondling Neha again. Softly at firstly, as if to get the carriage of what she 'd left. Then harder. Neha 's shirt was opened again, but Ria made no foretoken of wanting to try out the succulent buds. Instead, she furnished two evil looking clamp from her pocket ( inspite of the fear of inevitable pain, Neha could n't help enquire how a girl could be so resourceful, unless ... .she had planned for it ! ). Neha watched in wide-cut eyed horror as one of her still put up mammilla was slowly captured by the clamp, before it closed over it. `` Unhhh ... .please Ria ! '' following bit, a stinging pain on her allow cheek had joined the nuisance coursing from her tit, and she opened her tearfilled eye to see Ria giving her a seat expression, one finger on her lips. Unfortunately, the raft also included the survey of the former clamp, which was in the process of descending upon its helpless victim. Unable to front, Neha felt the pain all the more acutely as the clinch secured the second mamilla. Unable to groan, and pretty sure that Ria would get out them on, Neha began to sob quietly.

As hot bust rolled down her cheeks, she felt Ria tug at the material lying on either incline of her. In a moment it was gone. Ria now got up, till Neha could see her towering over her, the crotch of her pants directly above her chest. For a terrifying here and now, Neha thought she would lower herself onto the clamp-held tits, but she moved off. Instead, she seemed to be bending over something. Though every movement, even the heaving of her pectus, seemed to increase the bother in Neha 's teat, 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 brassiere, each of a different excogitation. Selecting the most sheer of the lot, she dumped the others in the bag, and returned to the supine girl. In a promptly move, she grabbed one clamp 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 stead.

Ria moved behind the girl, and was raising her limp implements of war, so as to overstretch the bra straps over her shoulders from the front. This done, she hooked the bra behind her, pushing the clamps into odd positions, thereby causing the poor little girl further agony. As weeping now flowed freely down her buttock before landing upon her tortured cleavage, Ria forced the daughter to stand up, this metre by pulling her hair's-breadth. Staggering up in a pain-filled daze, Neha felt her last bit of estimable vesture, her short shorts, being pulled down, before her pantie followed. Another slap was however needed, before Neha stepped loosened stepped out of them. Now standing practically naked ( worse than raw, Neha told herself, realizing how obscene her bra-encased clamped tits were looking ), the missy saw Ria move around the lady friend, checking her out. Satisfied, she grabbed one of her ass brass, and squeezed it hard. Neha, fearing another round of torment, instinctively moved away, but Ria merely pulled on her hair to end this electrical resistance.

Instead, she moved away, rummaging in her own bag this time. Out came what looked like a very specialise swath, some tape and scissors grip. Leaving the beltlike instrument for the time being, Ria picked up Neha 's panties from where they 'd fallen, she balled them up and held them before Neha 's eyes. Seeing the utterly at sea look in her optic, Ria chuckled, before landing another concentrated slap on her right nerve. As Neha opened her mouth in a shriek, it was brutally cut short by a ball of cotton which was wedged snugly between her glossa and speed teeth. Still stunned by the unexpected assault, Neha provided no resistance as the previous lady friend calmly cut out five inch of the thick tape, and glued her brim shut with it. To be safe, another length of tape was soon complementing the former, at a diagonal to it.

Effectively gagged, Neha saw Ria read out a duration of rope, with which she first made a closed circuit around a diminished grip protruding from an smash AC venthole, probably for pulling it down once the nooky were loosened. This done, Ria tugged at it, noting the lack of trend of the venire. Neha realized now what the girl was intending to do, and she began to back off. She was almost at the door when she felt a comrade tug on her hair. yelp, she felt herself pulled back roughly. Should she scream ? 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 assistant. The fear of embarassment ? the awe of rape ? Or some obstinate attraction to the girl who was in the mental process of devising steadily more degrade and hurtful shipway of torturing her ?

As her befuddled intellect gave no sign, her limp manpower were grabbed and attached rougly to the ends of the circle. Ria climbed upon the table between the place to create a complex of knots which soon had Neha tied securely, like some puppet from a twine. defective, the way she 'd been tied, her foot were barely touching the ground, while her miserable arms were in an odd solidus, unsupported and hurting. Whether Ria had intended this, or this odd position was all she could manage with the rocking of the gear and the angle at which she had to do the job, Neha could not tell. All she could evidence was that with her feet barely touching the ground, the rocking of the train was all the more detectable, and she felt that at any moment she might unloose balance, and commence danging mid air by the weight of her hands. Worse, she might take 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 party whip of sort, disguised to bet like a belt so that the owner did not get questioning looks when it accidentally came out. However, as Neha was to learn, it was just as good as a normal whip, perhaps, on account of its girth, even more.

Ria now stepped back to admire the lady friend. Again, retentivity of an to begin with encounter flooded her head, making her one-half compliments that her electric current victim would be more cocky, would try to escape and crusade back, just like the earlier one had done. Then, she 'd intend such resistor as a hindrance, but now, she realized it was half the fun. Sighing nostalgically, Ria wondered where that first daughter was now, and how she would unite her with her introduce victim. That was in the future, she reminded herself : for now she must cultivate this fille, though to be honest Neha seemed to be betraying a sense of attraction which made her task far sluttish. Indeed, Ria would have rewarded her for such idolatry, but training came first. Opening the doorway just a piffling bit, she checked the corridor. As she had hoped, the men had gone, deceived by the oddment of Neha 's clothing she 'd left in another cabin on the former position of the compartment. `` near, '' thought Ria, `` I have to get this done soon. '' Closing the room access, she looked at the wretched girl, in whose heart the faint expectation that she would leave 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 victim, this one seemed almost on the verge of passing out. It would be a compassion if she did - after all, preparation did not include taking smelling salinity. Still, if her first dupe was anything to go by, she would only get more aware as the session progressed, and Ria knew she never hurt one enough to nominate her go out from pain in the neck. It took away all the fun. Almost laughing at the girl 's quandary now, she stepped back.

WHACK ! The sound of the whip whistling through the air, before landing hard on a captive 's delicate body, was something Ria always relished. She relished even more the pathetic yelp of a fret miss, who was being tortured for the get-go sentence in her life. The lash, to be true, had landed on abdomen, and the girl was now trying to back off. Ria had anticipated this, tying the burl tight enough to prevent her from going beyond a sealed distance without leaving the soil. The rocking of the train made matters worse for the girl. As if to mock her attempt at relief valve, the blank space between the beths was sufficient for tying up a little girl and whipping her, but everytime she tried to run away, she would hit one of the berths. This now happened, the girl being wedged in the box made by one of the berths and the table.It gave Ria the distinct impression of a corner rat, terrified of the feline approaching it.

Ria knew she could worst Neha to a vivid red in the current position, but she was never one to use her whip indiscriminately. She now raised the whip again, allowing Neha to admire the weapon for a full two irregular, before landing it on her calf. Neha jumped and lost her Libra the Scales, hitting the table and being forced forward to find her foothold, due to the gruffness of the bonds above. Ria used this occassion to land another hard bump, right across her clamped bosom. Stunned by the 3rd violation, Neha now fell back onto the tabular array, before being forced to somehow move forward again.

Ria could n't help oneself it anymore. Lowering the whiplash, she broke out laughing, which grew as she noted the slight production line that the whip had made across her teat, the bra providing scant protection to her breast. Yet Ria the import Ria realized that her tits had some cover, she brought out the scissors hold. Beginning with the left cup, she slowly began to cut out the unearthly hump at the center of the cup. This freed up the clinch, and it stuck out of the bra like a impossibly long mammilla. The other cup followed, and Ria let the slice of material fall away.

Grabbing Neha, she roughly pushed the lost young lady towards the other side of the cabin, till she was almost at the door. This allowed Ria plentiful mavin to Neha 's tight butt. Though she always had a penchant for tits, she could n't help but look up to the round suppleness of her muscles, which clenched involuntarity in sleeveless expectancy of where the next setback would go. Yet for a few import Ria paused to admire her prey again. Neha was thinner than the other girl, and her ass more tight. She could just imagine how a dildo would look, sticking out between those globe. Ria smiled - what Neha lacked in spirit, she more than made up with a orca soundbox.

Whack ! Neha felt as if a tongue had been run across the length of her back. She would have believed that that was indeed the case, had she not known what was in Ria 's hand. Ever since the crop had begun flying, she had been in one endless nightmare, trying to flee what was impossible to run from. To make matters worsened, not only were the lashes unvoiced and irregular, with each reverse, her scurrying only added to the pain in her hands. By now she was sure her reefer were about to pop out. Yet she could n't simply put up there and take the annoyance could she ? tornado ! This setback landed between her bare ass cheeks, periliously close to her anal gob. She lost her correspondence again, and tumbled to one side, hitting the billet and bouncing off, her armpit flaring up in the latest of series of painful experiences.

But it was far from over. As Neha turned to see where the next blow would do, the next shock indeed landed on her side, making her jump like a pock cat. As she moved to one English, so as to annul getting the next one at the same situation, she saw the whip advance again, and farming on her left leg. Again, she lost her correspondence, and crashed into a moorage, this clip hitting her shoulder. And so it went on. Every time Neha would move, she would get a whiplash on a dissimilar constituent of her body. Though her mind told her that dodging was unimaginable, her body tried on, getting exhausted, and developing a knockout form in her hired hand. All the piece, Ria continued to attend 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 miss, something which Neha knew would make water her stoppage even if she was on the wand 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 get by the reversal. Eventually she felt her whip arm tiring, and knew her other arm would n't be able to whip her one-half as well. Neha too seemed to be tiring, and Ria realized that she might either do permanent impairment to her tied deal, or may fall out. She landed a last set of lashes to the clamped mamilla, causing the clinch to fly in all steering, bringing Forth River fresh moan and look of desperation from the discharge female. Flexing her musculus, Ria now threw the whip on one of the bunk, before sampling the salty fluids which were freely flowing down the girl 's case. This done, she gently stroked Neha 's read/write head like a dog, before gently probing her pussy. She had intentionally left her snatch untouched, such that it was most antiphonal when she began to do it her. But foremost, she decided that it was meter to check upon the girls, and regain a way of getting her first prisoner, into the cabin. Undoing the bail which held the girl upright, she allowed her to collapse onto the floor. Using the freed forget me drug to tie her branch, she checked the gag, then walked out, making sure that no one saw her emerge.

As Neha drifted off to a interrupted, enfeeblement induced slumber, 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 rightfulness now. Congratulating herself on her excellent grooming, Ria opened the door to the girls'compartment and realized that dinner party was being served. Swiftly, she inquired about the whereabouts of her firstly victim, and soon found her, overseeing the helping of food. Pulling her parenthesis, she instructed her to manoeuver to the number 1 class compartment unseen. 'Yes mistress', she replied, as she had done so many times earlier in these two years.

Once she was gone, she approached the ticket checker and the safety, who looked at her with enceinte eye. `` Has she .... ? '' she asked. Both nodded, barely able to hide their excitement. `` sacrifice me half an minute. '' They nodded again, and Ria went back in, resuming her in the first place seat opposite the two materialistic girls. They paid no attention to her. Apsara was gone, and Ria stretched herself. education was tiring, if gratifying and she was hungry. Further, though she would accept preferred to starve Neha and the early fille, she knew she would induce to smuggle food out for them. Thankfully, it seemed that her low gear dupe, who should have by now joined Neha, had anticipated this. Sitting where Apsara had been, were three food gang. Smiling, she hid them with a blanket, before getting on with her work.

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

'' how rude, she deserves everything that 's coming to her. '' thought Ria as she quickly told them that there was a trouble with their slate and that Mangala had asked her to inform them about it. They had better talk to the slate checker. The two exchanged worried glimpse, not bothering to doubt the sincerity of Ria 's statement. Once they had hurriedly finished their food, Ria asked them to adopt their baggage in suit 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 captive, would handle it. She led them straight into the pantry car, where the two men were waiting, smoking cigaret. Once the girls stood right in front of them, Ria smiled at them.

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

'' surely surely '' the two men replied in unison. Ria smiled, nodded at the fox young woman, and exited the compartment to the jarring melody of distaff screams.

Meanwhile, in a number one class cabin, Mangala had just discovered her sister lying in a state of mess, with red bloodline crisscrossing across her back. Her deal were tied and her she was gagged. As she digested the full-of-the-moon implications of what had happened to her, she ran her hands gently over the red lines, which turned her sister 's clean figure into a chequerboard. Turning her over, she saw that the poor girl 's bra had been cut out, two turgid clamp attached on her nipples. Reaching down to remove one, she though the better of it. Instead she paused to admire the firm melons of the fille, which she had seen often, but for the first clip, in this `` new '' way. Not surely why she did it, she gave one of the clamps a gentle tug, causing the flesh to surface with it, before falling back with a bounce. She repeated the process with the early clinch, harder this time. Neha made a slight movement, and Mangala let go. Instead, she cupped the tit, marvelling at its fulness. No curiosity boys lusted after her - Mangala 's sweet and ingenuous baby, who was just embarked upon an unpredictable journey into the strange.

Though seeing her sister this way made her want to minify her agony, she knew better than to do anything about it. Instead, she realized that she was feeling as strange, unsufferable mavin in her lumbus, one which told her that her sister would be a dandy piece of tail. For a entire five transactions she resisted the impulse, forcing her mind instead to wonder what all her sister had been through. This her mind easily guessed, and as she pictured the twisting, she felt the impulse growing stronger. Finally, her mind told her that there was no way the sadist who had done this to her sister would make aliveness any easier for Neha, and she might as well get a few loving moments between endless sessions of torture. Lowering herself till her tits touched the clinch, she placed her full rim onto those of her baby.

Ria quickly exited the compartment, and entered the low gear class one, this fourth dimension without pausing. Her plan so far was working perfectly. She felt no compassion for Shilpa and her champion. Or was it her babe ? Maybe she 'll never experience. When the two fauna 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 months before their parents came to contain, and by that prison term, she was trusted she could cook up something. Perhaps she would n't need to, if what she was now planning went well.

Reaching the cabin door in a XII strides, she banged on the threshold. A mo later, a scar looking female person opened it, with another lying gagged and bound in the ground. Wordlessly, she strode in, leaving it to the first girl to close the door. Once she turned after doing it, she found Ria inspecting the girl on the floor. Smiling at the sleeping flesh, Ria got up, and nodded at the other girl. The missy knew what was expected of her. For the number one few days of her training, she had not, and then had refused to hump. Her stubborness had been dealt with in the harshest way potential, with her body being left half suspended in water for a broad January night. To her relief, and subsequent discouragement, her excellent granting immunity prevented pneumonia, though she went down with a febrility. worse than fever, though was the experience of being in icy cold water for hour on end, almost totally naked. Coupled with whippings and fag burns, she had not only check to do what she was about to do now, but also a embarrassment of unmanageable, degrading and exhausting religious service that her cruel mistress demanded of her. If she still maintained an air of high-handedness, 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 frock, sometimes ripping them off, more often cutting them at special topographic point, so as to turn the substance of defending her reserve into instruments aiding her abasement. She did not want to destroy her former dress, and got out of it before Ria could lose interest in the saltation girl. Now in her lingerie, the girl waited for her mistress to commit the signal. Many a multiplication, she would ask her to keep her lingerie on, though again it would serve aim diametrically opposite to what they normally were meant for. On this occassion, she got the signaling to bare completely, and with a tactile sensation of guilt at how completely she had fallen under Ria 's spell, she stripped off her apparel with a sense akin to relievo.

Next trice, she was on all quartet, crawling towards her owner like the beef she was. Ria paid no pastime to this growth till the girl was literally at her feet. Now she allowed the miss to remove her jeans, and then her step-in, exposing her hairy gash to the female person. Ria now got up and sat down on Neha 's bound consistence, positioning herself upon her second joint. As the hard worker changed focussing, Ria casually opened her legs, allowing the girl to lour herself to the level of her vagina. The slave began with pacify licking, flicking the outer sarcoid sheepcote. Ria knew she had had to train her quite a lot to teach her the art of eating out another cleaning lady, but today she was n't in a humour to test such art. Grabbing a handful of the young lady 's hair, which was done up in a ponytail, she pushed her harder into her lovemaking pickle. The little girl between her ramification realized that her mistress was impatient today, and began licking harder. Grabbing her head with the other helping hand, Ria responded to this travail by reaching below her to fondle one of her slave 's weeping teat. Those tits, easily 38DD, were one of the reasons she had chosen her, and not one of the more beautiful ( and athletic ) girlfriend. Had she known then that she would experience such a great pussy of a sister, she would definitely hold broken both. As it were, she was only vaguely cognizant of Neha till she saw her a couple of days back. Now, she was thankful that she had indeed chosen such a slovenly woman.

Her hand reached one of the heavy flesh sacks dangling from the slave 's pectus, and she cupped it for a moment, adjusting herself so that the owner of the tits could continue her work at her cunt. As the girl lapped heavily, she squeezed the tit hard, finding the lengthened nipple easily. Taking it between her thumb and index, she twisted it cruelly, causing the slut to puff into her slit. Laughing, she released the tit, focussing on getting maximum pleasance out of the efforts of her slut. She could feel the fleshy knife probing hard at her, seeking her clitoris, then finding it and flicking it, then moving off to wee-wee circles and patterns on her pussy walls before returning to the most tender share of her vagina. Ria had taught her well, too well, she realized as she felt herself heading towards the pinnacle of orgasm at breakneck speed. But she made no effort to slow down, allowing her hard worker to save up the pace.

'' Ahhh ... ..faster you bitch. Lick like your life depends upon it. '' She could not be for certain that the girl, with her head trapped between her Ria 's thighs, heard her correctly, but Ria made no effort to change anything, apart from grabbing her hair with both hands and pushing her head further into her pussy, till she was sure the girl could harldy breathe. But the break one's back knew better than to pause, going harder and faster, licking desperately at the slipperiness wall, burying herself in the fluids it produced, which were currently coating her cheeks, eyes, nose and indeed her all typeface, matting her fuzz as it did so.As she flicked her clit again, she felt the lady friend 's legs stiffen.Next import she was writhing in sexual climax, thrashing like a crazed creature atop the boundary girlfriend, with her slave being drowned in her cum between her ramification.

For what seemed like an timeless existence, the slave felt wave after wave of her mistress'cum wash over her, till she believed that this clock time she would surely be drowned. Finally, the stage on either side of her went limp, and she was thrown away, hitting the mooring and collapsing beside it. As her teat bounced on her breast before coming to rest, she saw the young woman staring at her, with a mixture of shock, horror and disheartenment. The hard worker sighed, and looked away. practically as she knew that this was bound to happen sometime, it still hurt her to recognize that her unseasoned baby, the afters and innocent Neha, had just seen her elder sister, the proud, haughty and prudish Mangala being used like an inflatable fucktoy. As the slave Mangala closed her eyes, a tear escaped it, mixing with the cum flowing from Ria 's pussy.

As the afterglow of a mindboggling climax subsided, Ria raised herself to resume the two females. One, the one she had been with since morn, was flimsy, lithe and had small strong chest. Her sister, however, was slightly fat, but over her bulging tum, she had two immense melons. Infact she had lusted after them from the first day she had met her. With some amusement, she remembered the days she 'd spend wondering how to reveal the haughty lady friend. 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 arms to defend herself in her living. 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 long lesbian kiss. To be sure, Mangala had put up much Sir Thomas More resistor than Neha had, but in the end Ria had won, and thus began Mangala 's pedigree into debauchery. She had been progressively broken, made to suck off all sorts of men, and eventually act like a portable gutter for Ria. All that had been achieved calendar month ago, but it was only recently that she had seen Neha, and Neha 's preparation had just begun. There was still a long, albeit gratifying way to go.

It was time to raise Neha. As she bent down, she saw that Neha was indeed awake. On her look was a look of dibelief, coupled with hopelessness. Had she hoped that her babe would somehow rescue her ? It was not unnatural given the air of invincibility Mangala gave out to the out-of-door human beings, albeit interspersed with Roger Huntington Sessions of thrall as the face one. Supressing her desire to jape at her naiveness, Ria dragged Neha up. It was now condom to undo her bonds and gag, and these were skilfully done away with. Once roue surged back into Neha 's arms, the nuisance in them seeemed to turn again. Yet she barely felt the pain sensation, as the news that her sister was infact a sex slave was yet to sink in. She saw the Ria nation a kick on Mangala 's vertebral column, and the young lady scurried up onto her knees, her eyes betraying total submission.

Ria felt amused by the flavour of continue surprisal in her eyes. As she continued to look at this strange reunion, her thinker formed an idea. She grabbed Neha and forced her to tolerate. Ria motioned Mangala to lay down, and pushed down Neha on top. However, she made her twist around, such that Neha, when she was finally lying on her elder babe, was staring at her sister 's pussy. Positioning Neha such that her legs were on either side of the older sis 's forefront, she grabbed Neha, one mitt on her principal the early on her ass. Pausing for a here and now to look up to her ass again, she then pushed both downwards.

Neha found herself staring at her own sister 's puss, her wonder if she was to do what pornstars did in such lot. Her fear were confirmed when she felt a lingua, which could only be that of her sister, gently probing her pussy. She tried to extract away, still unable to fathom the effect of being eaten out by her own babe. But Ria would feature none of it, controlling her by the hair. Realizing that she had no pick, tears began to form in her eyes again as she extended her tongue to the Brown University gash. With extreme reluctance, she began to probe the pussy with her tongue. However, clearly she was doing something untimely, for Ria pulled her up by the hair again. Using one of her hired hand, she pried open Mangala 's twat opening, and pushed Neha into it. Neha, suffocated for the present moment, had no option to lap up away at the pink inside of her sister 's gash.

As Neha slowly licked, Ria stood back to admire the sight of the two sisters eating each other out. `` the pure phratry '' she thought. Just one thing was missing, her judgement 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 dilutant, but longer. As she wondered at its bearing, she realized that she had been going through Neha 's bag. Smiling at the fact that the `` innocent '' girl was not so free after all, she picked it up and took out a feeding bottle of lube from her own bag. Applying it generously over the dildo, she went back to the `` couple '', and settled down upon Neha. By now, Mangala 's ministrations had brought out a fairish sum of succus from her younger Sister. Mangala 's own pussy was getting wet as well, but given the want of expertness of Neha, Ria suspected it was more out of the 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 older babe 's eyes, visible through the crack of Neha 's ass, beseech her not to take her younger sister 's virginity. `` It 's your sister 's Mango ( the gens by which Ria referred to Mangala, and specifically to her breasts ). She 's not so ingenuous after all. '' Before she could digest the fact, Ria added `` And, it 's not for her pussy. '' Mangala 's face changed to one of stupor, as she realized what her schoolma'am meant. A bit later, she saw her fears crook into realness, even as her sister 's pussy released increasing sum of cum onto her face.

Neha was becoming steadily more excite. She had given up the unequal conflict against her sister 's proficient work, her thinker forcing her to have the fact that just like when she 'd been tied up, no matter what she did, she would have to present the Lapp destiny. This time, the fate was gratifying, and she settled down to love her babe '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 hundreds of clock time. The very thought, instead of being abhorrent, created a strange urge in her, as she pictured Ria brutally breaking the haughty Mangala. Now she had given her Mangala 's puss to explore. Refusing to answer the questions her mind asked, she began to work with greater heartiness, seeking to encounter the one situation which was sensitive in every female child.

However, as she increased her footstep, she felt something unvoiced touching her ass. Maybe Ria had kept something there ? She paid little attention, knowing that she was doing what her mistress ( her head asked again, mistress ? ) demanded. Yet, the affair was beginning to compact harder, right at the full point where her asshole was. It could no longer be a happenstance - the thing, whatever it was, was going to go in her ! She now raised her head, and found her voice for the first sentence. `` 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 girl wanted, and right now she wanted to get it on her in the ass. Ignoring her nous as she had done so often today, Neha besseched her again. SHe got no answer, Ria too absorbed upon forcing the foreing object down the resisting sloping trough to bother. By now the dildo was pushing hard against her virgin sphincter muscle, and Ria felt nostalgic in thinking of the time she 'd break dance in Mangala 's arse, in the back of a lecture Radclyffe Hall, even as the category went on before them.

Mangala had remained quiet. Neha however was already blabbering something, and Ria had to intermit to swat away the weak bridge player that was hovering around Ria 's waist. Infact, she turned around such that she was facing Neha 's ass, and her sister 's side. Bending down to get a unspoiled smell at her virgin ass, she began pushing harder, willing the resistance to give way. At the former end, Neha had guessed from what Ria told her sister that it was her own dildo being pushed into the wrongfulness mess. Cursing her determination to play it along, she clenched her teeth, will herself to abide this out in silence.

Yet the pain was becoming intolerable. As she screwed up her font and bit her lower lip, she suddenly felt the thing suspension. For a wannabee import she believed that Ria had given up, though she knew better than to believe a woman like RIa would move over up on anything. She was right. A few moments later, she felt a beastly pain sensation in her ass, which told her that her anal retentive sphincter muscle had been totally violated, that her own dildo was now ensconed in her poop pipe. Neha could n't stand it anymore. Opening her lip, she screamed out.

It seemed like an timelessness before secrecy descended. She could let stopped the wow with a severe slap at any consequence, but having gagged the young lady for so long, she had been deprived of the joy of hearing a new slave scream. Now she heard the poor tool scream in agony, reminding her again of the multiple times her senior sister had obliged her mistress the Lapp way. Neha would too, Ria thought, but this would do for now.

Mangala meanwhile had diligently kept at her assigned job, and even amidst the pain she knew her sister was going through, her pussy had been giving out ample amounts of juice. When RIa had told her that her Sister was not a virgin, she had refused to think it. But now she, being drenched in the fluids of her own sister, did not quite feel so certainly. Again, instead of bringing fear and pity as it would once take in, the intellection merely brought excitement to the girl, making her add more of her own juice to Neha 's boldness at the opposite end.

Now, as she watched the dildo go in with a cruel thrust, and the subsequent thigh-slapper, she knew how her sister must be feeling. As she continued to drub, she watched mesmerised as the dildo, thicker than the one that had been used upon her, went deeper and deeper. Her sister 's ass muted the screams that were coming out of her sister 's mouth, and this allowed her to look on as the dildo, about 9 in 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 extract it out a little, wondering if Neha had reached her limit point. She still remembered breaking in the whiz student on her lap at the back of the hall, but then only about 5 column inch had gone in. Clearly her petite sister could adopt more. Ria shoved in back harder, sending another half column inch inside. She could see Neha 's ass muscles spasming, as she tried to eject the foreign object. But it was futile - her own selection of dildo, meant even without Ria holding it there, she would not be able to off 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 minuscule puppy also has a butt. ``

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

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

Mangala, by now determined to ingest her Sister to orgasm, licked evermore furiously at her sister 's snatch. Infact, she was trying to do better than what she did for her kept woman, since her mind gave her the weird logic that Neha needed her to a greater extent than did Ria. As she saw the dildo motion out gradually, she felt something hard wardrobe against her own puss, and the fruition 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 swell job. Whatever she did, however, was estimable enough for her. Her conclusion increasing as the dildo finally exited Neha with a pop, she licked furiously, enjoying the flimsy buckling of her sister 's puss over her.

Ria, having removed the dildo completely, noted the rakehell and shit it was covered in. Wondering fro a moment if she should get it cleaned by either of the lady friend, she realized how close both were to orgasm, and she was determined to stimulate a dildo in Neha 's puss the first clock time she was brought to a sapphic climax. Positioning the dildo, she plunged in inside again, causing Neha to erect her head to thigh-slapper, before burying it again in Mangala 's pussycat. Ria pushed it all the way in, and then pulled it out, noting all the while the way the two body beneath her were beginning to writhe in delight. Again the dildo went in, and came out - almost, before plunging in. Now she was moving it out faster, and still faster, drilling that round ass to the full.

As she did so, Neha, her facial expression buried in Mangala 's pussy, realized at the same clip that her baby appeared close to cumming, and also that the rapine of her ass was causing a strange sense. Where there had been pain before, there was pain still, but with a feeling of intrusion which was strangely arousing. As Ria went faster and faster, she realized that Mangala 's work and Ria 's rape were going to combine to bring her to orgasm. Infact, she was now periliously close, the Twin notion of something going in and out, and something probing her, causing sensations of an vividness she 'd never felt before. And then she was at the edge. Instead of screaming out however, buried as she was in a puss. she bit into it, grazing something like a nub in the appendage, as she felt her floodgates undecided. At the other end, Mangala felt something move deeper into her pussycat, before touching her leave out clit. The feeling, coupled with the actualization that her sister had finally found her clit, was too lots for her. She let out a long moan as her own pussy exploded into the face of her jr. sister.

As they came, Ria felt the young organic structure writhing below her. Cum was gushing like a two headed fountain on either end, spraying both girls together, as if underscoring the fact that they were sis. Ceasing to fuck Neha 's ass, Ria passively enjoyed the fruit of her efforts - two slut baby cumming to each other. What could be salutary ?

As the counterpart climax subsided, Ria raised herself, kicking the exhausted Neha off Mangala. Neha rolled off, lying beside her sister, moaning softly. Mangala, however, was cognisant of what Ria was up to. A minute of arc 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 young lady, and Mangala instantly knew which one was hers. Taking it, she obediently fastened it around her neck, such that in front dangled a tag which read Cumbitch. But her mistress held out the early one as well. Mangala realized what it meant.

Taking it, she crawled over to Neha, bending over her. She helped the exhausted girl onto her haunches, seeing the facial expression of broken lust in her human face. Trying to smile as best as she could, she reached out and held the choker 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 confusion. Why was her own sister asking her gens ? `` Ne ... neha ''

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

discombobulation increased on the little girl 's face. Mangala held the tag close to the girl 's optic, remembering well the day, just after the results had announced that Mangala had topped the twelvemonth, when her own `` observance '' had taken place, her gold ribbon being stuffed up her ass in the operation. Neha took her time to read it `` Fuckbunny ? '' SHe looked with renewed mental confusion at her sister. Mangala nodded as she pushed back Neha 's tomentum, fastening the shoe collar round her slender neck `` Fuckbunny ''.

Before Neha could suffer this modification, Ria was fastening chains to the rings dangling from the two collars. Next import, she found herself trying to get up on her wooden leg, but was motioned to delay on all fours by her sister. As Ria began to lead them out of the cabin and into the corridor, she finally realized her plight - she was now Cumbitch 's sister, Fuckbunny. As she looked at Mangala crawling beside her, she wondered what all she would ingest to brook in her new avatar. But before she could do so, her eyes fell on the two physical body udder hanging from Mangala 's pectus. Somewhere, in some unlike world, she may have been horrified by the intellection of being carnally attracted to her own Sister. But in this present humans, where she had just had sex with her, and been turned into a fuckpet for the female child who owned her sister, nothing seemed ordered anymore.

Ria was almost at the door when she felt a fragile tug on her mountain chain. Turning around, she saw Fuckbunny was on top of her squawk sister, sucking away at those melons. Sighing, she watched for a mo, then tugged both leashes hard. Both girls gagged, before separating, and crawling back into position. smiling, she turned around again, but only to find the ticket checker standing before her.

'' Y-yes ? `` Ria felt nervous for the 1st clock time.

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

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

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

( may be continued )
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( written by Pandorius999 )

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