`` An unexpected Journey ''

Neha stood in front of the mirror, staring at her petite 5'2 framing, straightening her blue blouse, before moving to the drawers she had paired with them. Noticing a slight blemish on the right leg, she turned to change it, before stopping herself. It was an educational trip after all, that too with her elder sis and her booster. Dropping the plan to interchange her drawers, she began to apply sunscreen to her brass, preparing for the hot sun that beat down outside.

As she applied the cream generously over her oval expression, before rubbing some more on her forehead and over her lid, she again paused to turn back herself out. Barring the fact that she had some white strokes of supererogatory pick making not so artistic lines on her cheek, she looked pretty much the way she wanted to appear. At 19 and just out of her first year in a fille'college, Neha may have some softheaded theme about what the world wanted a girl to reckon like, but no one could deny that she was pretty. If her father were to be believed, it was her Prunus dulcis shaped eyes, rare for her community, set on a slightly elongated face, with high eyebrows and perfect sass, which made her the cynosure of all optic. That those eyes had hitherto been those of ageing aunts, street riffraff and ofcourse her prude of a sis, was not her fault. As she adjusted the straight shoulder joint length hair which completed her visage, she was filled with the all too familiar longing to be appreciated by a man. With her smell, why would n't they ? But start, she 'd have to witness a way of evading her sister 's atomic number 26 hold, 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 familiar globe, came the voice of her mother. Neha looked at herself once more, then rubbed the sunscreen more evenly over her face. This done, she headed downstairs, to see Mangala and her friend Ria standing around what looked like their luggage. THeir mother was standing a little away, by the kitchen comeback, asking if they would take anything else.

'' Mom if I needed anything else, I 'd feature added it already. Now if you 'd do as I asked you to, maybe your daughter will be able-bodied to just catch the caravan. '' typical Mangala. Neha sighed again, as she descended the stairs. Halfway down, however, Mangala noticed the phantasm, and promptly shifted her ire onto her immature sibling. `` My darling baby girl, if you could kindly get your things ready instead of staring at your cranium, we 'd all be often obliged. '' It took Neha a few seconds to read the word cranium, second in which Mangala had covered the distance between them, and was pushing her up the stairs like a paper bag of spud.

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

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

'' Good. duplicate batteries for the camera ?'

'' Yes ''

And so it went on, till Neha was quite sure they 'd drop the day checklisting every clause in her room. This, after Mangala had personally supervised her packing the dark before. `` What 's that big bulky object sticking out of the backpack ? '' Before she could respond, her sister had fished out her favorite stuffed toy out of the bag, and was holding it like the grounds of some henious crime. `` Did I not specefically ask you not to admit this ? '' Neha gave a sullen look. The chemise flew into the press, and her Sister stomped out. From the tush of the stair came a footnote to convey her mobile and get her poppycock downstairs in five second base. Openly swearing now, Neha finished packing, intentionally placing the toy back in the bag. This done, she picked up her cell and purse, before running a warm check for anything she 'd left behind. Nothing except ... ..her middle spotted an elongated object sticking out of her underwear drawer. On a hunch, she picked it up and stuffed it into her bag. All done, she headed down, wondering if the educational trip-up would be allowed to remain just that.

An 60 minutes and another stuffed toy related argument later, Neha found herself in a train compartment with fifty more smelly female person, all of whom were desperately trying to cover their body odour with a variety of aromatic compound. None were succeeding, her nasal pot informed her, as she somehow managed to wedge between Apsara, who looked more like the obese mother of an angel than an angel herself, and her sister 's champion Ria. much to her relief, Ria proved to be more amiable company. Ria was 21, and easily stood a foot over Neha. A natural athlete and social dancer, her figure reminded one of the feature article of the female figurines which adorned the walls of temples. `` 36C-28-40 '' Neha made a genial surmise of the lady friend 's statistics.

To her embarassment however, she found Ria staring at her as she was just rounding off her daily round ass. Looking away hurriedly, Neha pretended to be admiring Apsara, something which drew an appreciative smile from the heavy girl. Unfortunately, the grin only made her wait even more like someone 's mother-in-law, and Neha was forced to look away. right wing in nominal head of her, two conservative-looking young lady were poring over something in a book filled with numeral. One of them met Neha 's stare, shifting with disapproval to the trunks she was wearing. Exasperated by the reply she was getting, yet fearful of looking at Ria again, Neha moved her psyche in random instruction for a few minute. 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 Third class head trip, and had her sister not used her influence to get an extra slate for her, there was no way she 'd have been in the string at that import. On back thought, maybe getting bored for two long summertime months was better than going to a bunch of stone cut caves with a bevy of iniquity looking missy. And where exactly was her sister ?

Ria seemed to translate her thoughts. `` Feeling out of property eh ? It happens. Your sister is occupy with the ticket-checker, probably haggling over something. '' Neha had no choice but to depend at her now, and she was again struck by Ria 's lineament - only this metre, they were nervus facialis. Neha noted, with appreciation the fact that Ria too had an oval face, but her oculus were big and unit of ammunition. So too were her lips, the light garden pink on them going well with her light pelt whole tone. Like all girls Neha knew, Ria had disastrous hair, made into ringlet which fell gracefully along her shoulders. Now, as she spoke, she gently brushed one of them aside. Before she realized what she was doing, Neha had reached out and was gently stroking those silky lock chamber.

If Ria found her conduct strange, she showed no sign of it. Instead she let her friend 's sister stroke her pilus, running her yearn White fingers through the black lot, gently pulling it till it gave way. Instinctively, she moved one, then all, fingers from the haircloth to the fair impudence. Unable to offend eye contact, Ria felt diffused fingers glide ever so gently over her face, till they covered her impudence, moving over her scent towards her forehead.

Suddenly Neha was cognisant of a cough behind her, and turned to see Apsara looking at her with an look like that of her mother. Nonplussed, she stared straight ahead, at the two girls. They too had noticed the more than friendly affection of this stranger towards their schoolmate, and in all likelihood would cause coughed, nay belched if Apsara not obliged. they now looked at her with an expression akin to the faithful towards a heretic. Unable to take back to Ria after what had transpired, Neha instead settled in for a war of public eye.

She did not know how long she kept up the inadequate battle, but eventually she tired of constantly giving stares which were more in the domain of her sister. Instead, she got up, and without casting so much as a look towards the physical object of her unexpected philia, she headed towards the toilet. Unfortunately, newsworthiness appeared to have travelled fast, for she got speculative stares and the occassional giggle from many of the women. Reaching the threshold, of the compartment, she realized it was open, allowing the open countryside to stimulate by. More importantly, after the suffocating atm of the berths, she found the coolheaded air rushing in from the force field, refreshing. Evidently it had rained sometime in the neighborhood they were passing, and Neha settled down to relish the breeze.

With the breeze however, the thoughts of Ria seemed to yield. What had she done ? On the face of it, all she had done was admire the beauty of a person of the same gender. But as everyone in the compartment probably knew by now, the mode of appreciation had exceeded the definition of friendly touching by a nautical mile and more. Somehow, she 'd felt attracted to the girl as she 'd not been to any early soul. Had Ria too admired her ? She 'd always wanted to be admired by a man, but at that bit she desperately wanted to be appreciated by Ria. Unknowingly, she 'd grow a crush on Ria.

As she pondered in depth the developments of the former half time of day, she did not notice another flesh emerge behind her, and stand silently for a moment. It made a motion as if it 'd prefer to go back, then stopped. Sighing, it lowered itself beside the retrospecting girl. Getting no reaction from her, she gently placed a hand over the missy 's thin shoulder. The young lady almost jumped out of the caravan in surprisal, before stammering `` Wh ... .who ? Oh ! '' Her attempt at hiding the shock of seeing the very person she 'd been thinking about, was hardly concealed. Ria gave her a reassuring look, then settled beside her, admiring the countryside as it raced past them. It did n't serve, as she could sense Neha trembling beneath her. Trying to cool it her down feather, she moved closer, till their shoulder met. Now she could feel her entire body vibrating with the tremor emanating from the young lady beside her.

Neha felt Ria shift closer. though she now had ample cause to face at her, Neha somehow could not fetch herself to look at her. Why had she come ? To tell her that what she did was wrong ? Being the sister of the most prudish girl in the mankind, she 'd heard the lecture a million clock time, and had become immune to such comment. Still, this was not her babe, but the missy she ... .Neha forced her mind to say the Word of God `` liked '', but she knew her idea had formed a different word. A word which Ria seemed to somehow sentiency, for she withdrew her hand. Yet she did not leave, but stayed there, staring straight ahead.

Moments passed. Neha cast a fleeting glance at her sister 's friend, who seemed so different from her sis, yet so aloof rightfulness now. What was she thinking ? Neha cast another glance, and this time Ria met her gaze. 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 gaze, looking away, her eye blank. Neha continued to stare, unable to break her gaze away from the beautiful boldness before her. Yet she too looked away after a moment, realizing that she had again drifted into dangerous waters. But, had Ria followed her, even for that minutest fraction of a second base ? Neha could n't recite.

They sat as before, each staring ahead. Yet now Neha had a burning desire to know what the former thought, and raised her centre towards Ria again. Before she could study her in any detail, however, one of the daughter from the compartment appeared at the edge of her imagination. Quickly, she looked away, her ears nevertheless noting a giggle from the trespasser before she disappeared into one of the lav carrel. Neha could not take over it anymore. Seeing no chemical reaction from Ria, she decided to get up, perhaps go into some empty compartment, spend time alone. As she tried to get up, Ria suddenly reached out and grabbed her arm.

As their eyes met, she saw Ria talk a bingle word `` waiting ''. Neha settled down again, wondering why she needed to wait, and for what. Still, this was the first base reaction she 'd got from the little girl after the second base lustful moment, and she was n't about to disobey. Ria made no further sign of knowing her, and as the mo ticked by, Neha increasingly began to suspect that they were waiting for the giggling girl to leave. Her guess was aright. After an eternity, the girl emerged and headed back, serenading the yoke with another snicker.

As soon as she was gone, Ria jumped up, grabbed Neha roughly by the arm and with storm force, yanked her up. Before she knew anything, Neha found herself flying across the vestibule, into another compartment. This was evidently the first class compartment, for on each side were doors leading into cabins. Ria chose the second, and peered in. It was empty-bellied. From the spirit of matter, all of them were empty. Next consequence, Neha felt herself shoved into the cabin, with Ria following, shutting the doorway behind her.

Ria now turned around, staring at an equally dyspnoeic Neha. For the first time the two of them were alone, away from all the others. Neither of them made a move, till Neha could take it no more. Tentatively, she took a step towards Ria, her speedy breathing adding to the sense of desperation that animated her feature article. Ria instinctively took a stone's throw back. Neha stopped, then slumped down on a berth, looking out of the window. Ria waited another consequence, before taking a rear end. To Neha 's surprisal, it was not opposite word, but beside her.

'' Neha ... .. ''

Neha did n't need to search. So far she 'd been convinced that Ria had been offended by her overtures, and had come to clear topic out. But if that was the instance, why drag them in here ? This secluded spot was less apt for apology than for ... ..'Neha .... '' Neha could n't bear it anymore. She looked, and was surprised to see a foreign smell in Ria 's center. Before she could realise it, Neha was looking deep into Ria 's optic again, and this sentence, Ria came forward, till they were right beside each other. As if on cue, Neha 's hands moved towards her face, resuming what had been rudely disturbed earlier. This meter however, her hands seemed determined to search more of Ria 's feminine peach. Barely realizing it, Neha moved her hand slowly over Ria 's moist lips, gently running over the soft petals before slowly parting them with her fingers. Her optic fixed on Ria, her forefinger finger's breadth began to fight harder, till it was pushing against a bony barrier. Harder, and she felt Ria open her mouth a little. Warm air wafted out, drifting over Neha 's hand, causing her finger to crusade harder, till it was inside her mouth. As it began to explore her buccal cavity, Neha could feel her desire ontogenesis stronger, forcing her to bear on in a second base, then a tierce digit. But digit were not enough.

Her partner meanwhile, was quicker in analyzing the situation. Having been surprised by the luxuria the younger young woman felt towards her, she 'd waited till she could be for sure of it. Never the one to approach anyone directly, she 'd played the part of the storm missy to ne plus ultra. Now that she could be trusted, she felt she could count on ... ..Ria 's attention was distracted by one of Neha 's nails brushing against her sensitive brass. Yet the very misdirection brought back memories of an before time, with a different person. `` So exchangeable '' she thought, `` even exactly like. '' Suppressing the itch to laugh at the mother wit of deja vu, she instead decided that the risks were now minimal. She might as well get on with it. In a moment, she had effected it. Neha 's wet digit were now in mid air, her body turned around skilfully till it was flat upon the post. Getting the conversant sense of being in control, she lowered herself onto the little girl, wondering if she would taste just like ... ...

Her partner, surprised by the sudden loss of ascendance, was soon in the complete bliss of her first Lesbian kiss. . She now felt sure she 'd always wanted Ria, Ria 's soft lips to be claim. She felt sure her draw was primeval, something which she 'd not clearly realized. Why how when. Neha 's idea asked in a distant voice, one she was familiar with in her little room back home. A room where she 'd longed for a man 's soupcon. Now ... ..in this alien compartment, it seemed everything had changed. She 'd found pure sleep with, and that too in a fair sex who was her sister 's secure friend. But again, did she like ? She did n't get to to reply. Instead her brim pressed harder, taking Ria 's blue 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 eyes looked ever inscrutable into Ria 's ball, asking a million questions and getting what result, she knew not.

For the brief of moment, Neha came up for air, before going back to capture the speed lip. Unconsciously her hands, moved closer. As she continued to kiss, her hands moved into the associate silklike refuge of Ria 's mane, stroking it like she would stroke a lover 's. Strangely, Ria seemed to be beginning to respond as well, her optic betraying a lustfulness that pushed aside confusion, even as her external respiration became faster, seemingly matching the beat of Neha 's heart.

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

Just as she seemed to be settling into a rythm, Ria broke away again, this prison term to disappear from Neha 's sentiment. As the surprise lady friend raised her head to look into, she was suddenly pushed down as something indulgent connected with her neck opening, moving up and down, running something slippery and warm, planting a 1000 kisses on it. Neha raised her helping hand to hold 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 oral fissure.

'' Unhhh '' a moan escaped Neha 's oral cavity, relating to what she knew not, but expressing the deep desire which was overflowing inside her, demanding that either she or Ria take her torso to a state of ecstacy she 'd never before experienced in her life. The movements on her neck opening stopped, and reappeared on her lips, kissing hard, eager to bring in as much of the other as human anatomy would permit. Neha 's hand now wrapped around Ria 's berm, bequeath her to press harder against her torso, till they could become one. Ria replied by running her hands through Neha 's whisker, making wave and patterns which only served to induce her Sir Thomas More.

They were kissing faster now, kissing with wild abandon, their spit chasing each early, flicking and entwining, till one would come up for breath. And then back again. Neha was now pressing harder into Ria 's back, digging her nails into the soft anatomy, wanting to pull her completely inside. As they writhed, she was also cognisant of her white meat mashed against hers. Those sodding breasts ! As Ria came up for air, she wedged her hands between their torso, such that she was now cupping one of her devotee '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 smile, 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 bear a pair like hers to play with. A minute later, as Ria began to unhook her bra, she realized that she was the prosperous guy.

The fact that Ria made short work of stripping down to her shank, meant that Neha was now looking directly at Ria 's boob. As she 'd guessed, they were quite large, almost pendulous. Yet, they appeared firm, without any more sag than that expected of such boastfully globe. punter still, as she looked on, she could almost see her tit growing in size, till they were almost halff an in long. As if to harbour her, Ria lazily raised her blazonry, till they were interlocked above her head. The bowel movement caused an ever so slight bounce in the knocker, but it was enough to make Neha 's lustfulness for those knocker ungovernable. Strangely, Ria lowered her hands in time to push her back down.

Instead, she moved her hands up Neha 's consistence, feeling her diffused abdomen, before reaching her knocker. Not as large as Ria 's but also firm, they were subjected to some docile pressure through the soft material of her dress. Then, as Neha raised her hands again, seeking the enticing fruit hanging from Ria 's thorax, she suddenly felt a keen pain in the ass in her dresser - Ria was mauling her boob hard.

'' Ahhh ... '' the nonvoluntary groan caused Ria to pause for a moment, then resume the cruel squeezing. She now positioned her workforce till they were each cupping a tit. As Neha realized that Ria 's custody were just the right on size of it for her pap, she felt Ria 's finger dig deep into the soft build, sending pangs of agony through her soundbox, along with Muriel Spark of carnal passion. Squeezing till Neha was for certain her fingerbreadth had penetrated her flesh, she held them there, looking recondite into Neha 's eye. As Neha tried to focus through the blinding pain, she saw that Ria 's expression had changed. It was no longer that of a flurry girl, but one of a hungry female, who was determined to assume everything she wanted from her spouse. And evidently, she wanted it fast.

For the fraction of a second, Neha felt the air pressure on her nipple relax, then they were trapped in those vice like fingerbreadth again. Worse, she moved her hands up and down, mashind the captive melon vine against each other, causing Neha to breathe another groan of hurting. Again she held it for what seemed like an eternity. Then the finger relaxed, and Neha lowered her head, hitherto craning upwards to beg mercy of her lover. As relief flooded her mamilla, she barely heard the tear of fabric. Yet she did notice the coldness of the cabin air on her bare abdominal cavity, and a import later, was shocked to find a sword appear out of nowhere. As her brain became fully cognisant of her predicament, she saw the sword lower itself onto her shoulder, before moving slowly over her cutis till it was under her bra strap. She felt a tug against her breast, as if it was being pulled up, then an abrupt liberation. Her bra shoulder strap had just been sliced into two. Similar fate met the other strap, and thereafter Neha felt the knife in the valley between her pitcher's mound. The auditory sensation of material being cut met her ears, and then cool off air brushed across her sensitive nipples.

Stunned by the developments, she was nonplussed to rule that even after disposing so callously of her clothing, Ria still had the tongue in her hand. Was she planning on killing her ? As a opinion of terror began to wee her breathe faster, she found the knife hovering over her chest, dangerously near her throbbing heart. She knew raising her mitt would be useless - she had been defeated without a vestige of difficulty earlier, and Ria had n't yet shown what exactly she was intending to do. Neha had no intention of ending her life lying below a lesbian killer.

As her mind raced, and her heart throbbed in her throat, Ria lowered the tongue till it was lying over her left nipple. With an grammatical construction of keenness, she began to run the apartment of the blade over her nipples, causing the nitty-gritty to oppose to the cold sword. The knife now moved from one nipple, over the space between her breasts, to the other. A similar treatment followed, making Neha tactile property that her heart would explode in her chest. The knife was now raised, till it hovered once again, this fourth dimension over her aspect. Neha knew that even if Ria dropped it, Neha stood to lose some part of her face. Her eyes fixed on the Damocles'sword, she became mindful of the hand on her tit again. This time it gave a playful squeeze, before reaching for her teat. For a moment it lay there, just as the tongue had done, feeling the hardness of the teat above a Alfred Hawthorne of softness. Then it slowly captured the hill between two digit.

Next moment, Neha, fixated as she was to the deadly weapon hovering above her, felt an acute annoyance at the tip of her tit, which spread quickly over the rest of it, informing her of a new seed of twisting. bust welled in her oculus, causing her to voice what her trunk had been screaming in her mind longsighted before. `` Please Ria, it hurts ! ``

Ria merely raised the knife to her own mouth, in a motion telling her to stay restrained. Neha noticed how Ria had changed. She now looked not only hungry, but also dangerous, like a lioness over her prey. Neha had begun to wonder if she 'd made a mistake by lusting after this seemingly friendly girlfriend. Did she detest her sister ? Was she taking out all the angst against Mangala on the younger girl ? Illogical as it may appear, it appeared to be the only explanation, rather the only when explanation she could find for the rapid modification in her plight. The other alternative, Neha shuddered to think, was that somehow Ria enjoyed causing pain sensation.

Ria let go of her tit, only to aggress the other, this meter twisting her nipple voiceless, causing Neha to beg with growing desperation. To be honorable, she 'd at one clock time or the other masturbated to videos of girls being punished, and the botheration, though great, was something she 'd expected from a less than assuage lover. What terrified her, rather, was the fact that Ria was behaving in a sadistic way, one which told her of big trial lying ahead.

As she pondered over these, she saw Ria 's head disappear again, along with the tongue. next consequence, she felt something warm enclose her left nipple. Unrestrained this time, she saw Ria 's head latching onto the tit, sucking it like it was going to yeild Milk River. Inspite of the bother ( and she could reach out some of the topmost marks on her tit ), Neha could n't help but wonder at the new sensation that was beginning to trend through her body. Having been freed temporarily ( she guessed ) from any new torture, she became more acutely aware of the soft wrench on her breast, which was causing her sexual urge, momentarily overwhelmed by pain, to grow again. During the numerous bedtime sojourns into the world of her sexual fantasy, she 'd wondered what it would be like to be sucked on by an grownup. Now, it was all coming true, in the strangest of circumstances, and though she was fully aware that this quiet in Ria 's brutality may be delusory, she could n't help but seek more of Ria 's soft sass, lapping and sucking at her erect nub. Finally raising her right hand hand, she placed it gently on Ria 's straits, and was relieved to find no impedance. Emboldened, she began to compress her medallion harder against Ria 's point, uncoerced her to suck harder. Ria seemed to comply, causing Neha to become steadily more aroused.

As Ria 's relief continued, Neha 's mind began once again to think of pleasure, and pleasure alone. She began to press her bruised breast against her persecutor 's human face, raising herself in the hope that Ria would thus get More of her tit into her mouth. Rather conversely, Ria stopped, raising her head from the female child 's pectus. Her eyes disclosed nix, and Neha wondered what she 'd done to abort the sexual act. Slowly, Ria raised herself, till she was once again straddling Neha, her majestic knocker bouncing. If Neha had hoped that she 'd be allowed to lactate on them, she was again disappointed, for Ria now moved off completely, lowering herself onto the story. Before Neha could come, however, Ria casually picked up the steel from wherever she 'd left it, and made a undivided threatening question towards her. In another moment, she was dressing up, and then, she was gone.

Neha lay there, as if she was still under the threat of the knife. Eventually, the emptiness of the cabin brought her to her senses, and she raised herself, massaging her brusied breasts as she did so. As the cool air conditioned air began stir goose pimple across her back, 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 humble herself. 'Probably get raped too. '' Neha thought, recalling the fact that the safeguard and ticket checker were not known to be of unflawed morality. Her nous told her she should be cursing herself for lusting after Ria, but she could n't quite bring herself to do so. After all, Ria had given her such unknown pleasures, and as the pain subsided, Neha began to wonder if being with Ria the one-half lover half sadist, may not be such a bad proposition after all.

Having nothing to do for now, Neha 's thoughts began to cut into into fantasy once again. She wondered if Ria was experienced, if she 'd had sex with other woman before. there was nothing to prove it, yet something in her emphatic, domineering character told her that even if she had not, she would likely know everything about sapphic sex, there was to make out. And Neha wanted to line up out. After all, now that she had taken the plunge, the plunge that had left her naked yet strangely fulfilled in an empty cabin, she might as well learn more. Maybe, she could spend the night with Ria, making love boulder clay ... ..

A sound remote caught her attention. It seemed someone had opened the door to the low gear class compartment, and Neha could n't be sure if it was Ria or one of the guards. Somehow she did n't want to hide herself from Ria, but ... ... Spotting the small distance below the lower situation, she quickly crawled into it. instant later, the door opened, and Neha could make out a duet of military flush framed by the open door. The intruder had evidently hoped to line up someone, and for a present moment he stood there. Then, he abruptly turned and walked off, the sound of sullen rubber dying away. He had left the door open, and Neha could n't be certain if he had left for adept, or was merely consulting a colleague. Her heart still in her mouth, Neha lay as still as she could for a piece, before crawling out and moving as softly as she could to the door.

Peering out, she saw narrow passage devoid of sprightliness, but part in the space. What should she do ? If they ran a thorough hunting of the cabin, they would surely determine her. Even if she was left unmolested, it would be a terribly embarassing to be discovered nude before so many lady friend. News would spread like wildfire ... ... as Neha scrutinised the end of the corridor from where the sounds were coming, she suddenly found a lithe figure standing beside her. Jumping back in holy terror, it was a import 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 to the one towards which Neha had been looking.

For a moment, nothing seemed to make sensory faculty. The sound of a voices nearing, however, suddenly cleared up her question. Pulling on the shirt somehow, she saw the guard and the ticket checker moving towards the surface room access of the compartment. Her heart in her mouth, she made a dash 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 option seemed to be to keep running. Cabins whizzed past her as her eyes desperately searched for any preindication of Ria. She was nearing the end of the compartment, and soon she would be at another anteroom. Should she slacken down ? She realized too late that it was n't an choice, as a figure materialized before her. WHAM !

Next moment she was lying flat on the trading floor, or more correctly, upon mortal who was lying flat on the base. Whoever it was, however, was undaunted by this assault, and quickly pushed Neha off itself, before dragging her by the hair into the nearest cabin. Pain shot through her oral sex, eclipsing all others, but Neha had no time, much less breath, to scream. Three second base later, she was laid down mat on the flooring, and the door securely closed.

Instantly her custody went to her hapless hair, but it did n't prevent her from realizing that it had been Ria who had reacted so swiftly to Neha 's headlong arriver, and had used a brutally effective method to hide her before the two men found them. Now as she lay moaning and heaving, Ria squatted over her as before, only this time, there was black importunity written all over her face. Lowering herself till she was column inch from Neha 's face, Ria recklessly undid two push button of the hastily donned shirt. Finding her left tit, she squeezed it concentrated, forcing Neha to focus on the young lady above her. Again, no words were spoken, but from gestures, Ria made it authorize that they would get to be absolutely tranquilize 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 correspond with inactivity in Ria 's book, for she was soon fondling Neha again. Softly at first, as if to get the presence of what she 'd left. Then harder. Neha 's shirt was opened again, but Ria made no preindication of wanting to taste the succulent buds. Instead, she furnished two malign looking clamps from her air pocket ( inspite of the fearfulness of inevitable pain, Neha could n't help wonder how a girl could be so resourceful, unless ... .she had planned for it ! ). Neha watched in wide eyed horror as one of her still vertical tit was slowly captured by the clamp, before it closed over it. `` Unhhh ... .please Ria ! '' side by side present moment, a stinging bother on her left impertinence had joined the pain coursing from her tit, and she opened her tearfilled eyes to see Ria giving her a stern look, one digit on her lip. Unfortunately, the sight also included the view of the other clamp, which was in the appendage of descending upon its helpless dupe. Unable to face, Neha felt the pain all the more acutely as the clinch secured the second nipple. unable to moan, and pretty sure that Ria would result them on, Neha began to sob quietly.

As hot tears rolled down her nerve, she felt Ria tug at the cloth lying on either side of her. In a bit it was gone. Ria now got up, till Neha could see her towering over her, the crotch of her trouser directly above her chest. For a terrifying minute, Neha thought she would lower herself onto the clamp-held bosom, but she moved off. Instead, she seemed to be bending over something. Though every movement, even the heaving of her chest, seemed to increase the infliction in Neha 's tits, she raised herself to see what Ria was upto. She was surprised to see her rummaging in Neha 's bag. Eventually, she fished out thr ee bras, each of a different design. Selecting the near sheer of the lot, she dumped the others in the bag, and returned to the supine girl. In a speedy apparent movement, she grabbed one clinch and yanked it so hard that Neha felt her tit would be ripped off. Instead, she found that her consistence had responded by moving to a sitting position.

Ria moved behind the lady friend, and was raising her limp arms, so as to perpetrate the bra straps over her articulatio humeri from the front. This done, she hooked the bra behind her, pushing the clamps into odd positions, thereby causing the poor girlfriend further excruciation. As bout now flowed freely down her cheeks before landing upon her tortured cleavage, Ria forced the girl to stand up, this time by pulling her whisker. Staggering up in a pain-filled daze, Neha felt her survive bit of tidy clothing, her small 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 ( uncollectible than nude, Neha told herself, realizing how obscene her bra-encased clamped tits were looking ), the female child saw Ria move around the girl, checking her out. Satisfied, she grabbed one of her ass impudence, and squeezed it hard. Neha, fearing another round of agony, instinctively moved away, but Ria merely pulled on her whisker to end this underground.

Instead, she moved away, rummaging in her own bag this time. Out came what looked like a very narrow bash, some taping and pair of scissors. Leaving the beltlike instrument for the clock time being, Ria picked up Neha 's panty from where they 'd fallen, she balled them up and held them before Neha 's oculus. Seeing the utterly blur aspect in her oculus, Ria chuckled, before landing another hard slap on her right cheek. As Neha opened her mouth in a scream, it was brutally cut shortly by a ball of cotton which was wedged snugly between her tongue and upper teeth. Still stunned by the unexpected assault, Neha provided no resistance as the older girl calmly cut out five in of the slurred tape, and glued her lip shut with it. To be rubber, another length of tape measure was soon complementing the former, at a diagonal to it.

Effectively gagged, Neha saw Ria take out a duration of R-2, with which she first made a loop around a minuscule grip protruding from an command processing overhead AC vent, probably for pulling it down once the screws were loosened. This done, Ria tugged at it, noting the lack of movement of the panel. 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 familiar tug on her hair. yip, she felt herself pulled back roughly. Should she call ? 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 assist. The fearfulness of embarassment ? the reverence of rape ? Or some depraved attraction to the fille who was in the process of devising steadily more degrading and injurious ways of torturing her ?

As her scattered mind gave no signals, her hobble manpower were grabbed and attached rougly to the remnant of the rophy. Ria climbed upon the table between the berths to create a complex of gnarl which soon had Neha tied securely, like some tool from a string. Worse, the way she 'd been tied, her base were barely touching the ground, while her abject arm were in an odd diagonal, unsupported and hurting. Whether Ria had intended this, or this odd position was all she could contend 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 base barely touching the primer, the rocking of the train was all the more detectable, and she felt that at any consequence she might liberate balance, and set out danging mid air by the weight of her hands. forged, she might work the AC grillroom panel and whatnot upon herself.

While Neha had been trying to fruitlessly adjust herself, Ria had returned with the beltlike instrument. If Neha had known better, it was really a whiplash of sort, disguised to face like a belt so that the owner did not get questioning aspect when it accidentally came out. However, as Neha was to learn, it was just as effective as a formula party whip, perhaps, on account of its girth, even more.

Ria now stepped back to admire the missy. Again, memories of an earlier brush flooded her mind, making her half bid that her current victim would be Sir Thomas More cocky, would try to escape and fight back, just like the to begin with one had done. Then, she 'd remember such resistance as a hindrance, but now, she realized it was half the fun. Sighing nostalgically, Ria wondered where that first girl was now, and how she would link up her with her portray victim. That was in the futurity, she reminded herself : for now she must prepare this girl, though to be honest Neha seemed to be betraying a sentiency of attraction which made her task far well-heeled. Indeed, Ria would have rewarded her for such cultism, but training came first. Opening the door just a fiddling bit, she checked the corridor. As she had hoped, the men had gone, deceived by the remainder of Neha 's clothing she 'd left in another cabin on the early side of the compartment. `` expert, '' thought Ria, `` I have to get this done soon. '' Closing the door, she looked at the poor girl, in whose optic the syncope expected value that she would leave her alone, was dying out. Ria smiled, as she advanced with the dangerous object in her deal, till she was almost touching her victim.

Unlike her first off victim, this one seemed almost on the verge of passing out. It would be a pity if she did - after all, preparation did not include taking smelling salts. Still, if her foremost dupe was anything to go by, she would only become more aware as the session progressed, and Ria knew she never hurt one sufficiency to make her qualifying out from pain. It took away all the fun. Almost laughing at the lady friend 's predicament now, she stepped back.

WHACK ! The audio of the whip whistling through the air, before landing hard on a prisoner 's delicate body, was something Ria always relished. She relished even more the wretched yelp of a strangle girl, who was being tortured for the 1st time in her life. The whip, to be true, had landed on abdomen, and the young woman was now trying to back off. Ria had anticipated this, tying the knots tight enough to prevent her from going beyond a sure distance without leaving the ground. The rocking of the string made matters worse for the girl. As if to mock her attempt at escape, the blank between the beths was sufficient for tying up a female child and whipping her, but everytime she tried to fly the coop, she would hit one of the built in bed. This now happened, the girl being wedged in the corner made by one of the bunk and the table.It gave Ria the trenchant impression of a cornered rat, terrified of the feline approaching it.

Ria knew she could lash Neha to a brilliantly red in the current position, but she was never one to use her whiplash indiscriminately. She now raised the whip again, allowing Neha to admire the weapon for a full-of-the-moon two seconds, before landing it on her calfskin. Neha jumped and lost her balance, hitting the board and being forced forward to retrieve her footing, due to the shortness of the shackle above. Ria used this occassion to down another hard blow, in good order across her clamped tits. Stunned by the third assault, Neha now fell back onto the tabular array, before being forced to somehow motivate forward again.

Ria could n't aid it anymore. Lowering the party whip, she broke out laughing, which grew as she noted the lean line that the whip had made across her bosom, the bra providing light security to her tits. Yet Ria the moment Ria realized that her tit had some top, she brought out the scissors. Beginning with the exit cup, she slowly began to cut out the uncanny extrusion at the center of the cup. This freed up the clamp, and it stuck out of the bra like a impossibly farsighted nipple. The other cup followed, and Ria let the small-arm of cloth fall away.

Grabbing Neha, she roughly pushed the helpless missy towards the other side of the cabin, till she was almost at the door. This allowed Ria plenteous acess to Neha 's stringent butt. Though she always had a orientation for tits, she could n't help but admire the round suppleness of her muscular tissue, which clenched involuntarity in fruitless anticipation of where the following blow would go. Yet for a few minute Ria paused to admire her fair game again. Neha was slender than the former 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 feel, she more than made up with a grampus eubstance.

rap ! Neha felt as if a knife had been run across the length of her vertebral column. She would receive 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 matter worse, not only were the whiplash hard and irregular, with each setback, her scurrying only added to the pain in her hands. By now she was sure her spliff were about to pop out. Yet she could n't simply stand there and take the pain could she ? Crack ! This blow landed between her bare ass cheeks, periliously close to her anal retentive hole. She lost her balance again, and tumbled to one English, hitting the berth and bouncing off, her armpit flaring up in the latest of serial of painful experiences.

But it was far from over. As Neha turned to see where the next blast would number, the next shock indeed landed on her position, making her parachuting like a scar cat. As she moved to one side, so as to fend off getting the next one at the like office, she saw the party whip rising slope again, and Din Land on her left hand leg. Again, she lost her balance, and crashed into a built in bed, this meter hitting her shoulders. And so it went on. Every time Neha would locomote, she would get a lash on a different part of her body. Though her mind told her that escape cock was impossible, her physical structure tried on, getting exhausted, and developing a severe strain in her deal. All the while, Ria continued to look on with an expression of entertainment, which somehow, Neha feared but could not hate. Somehow, even when torturing her, when making her run around like an creature in a coop, there was something alluring about the girl, something which Neha knew would draw her arrest even if she was on the verge of decease. 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 coke. Eventually she felt her party whip arm tiring, and knew her other arm would n't be able to whip her half as well. Neha too seemed to be tiring, and Ria realized that she might either do permanent terms to her tied hands, or may authorise out. She landed a final set of eyelash to the clamped tits, causing the clamps to fly in all directions, bringing forth unfermented moans and looks of despair from the exhausted female person. Flexing her muscles, Ria now threw the whip on one of the berths, before sampling the salty fluids which were freely flowing down the girl 's look. This done, she gently stroked Neha 's head like a dog, before gently probing her twat. She had intentionally left her pussy untouched, such that it was most antiphonal when she began to fuck her. But for the first time, she decided that it was prison term to discipline upon the young lady, and line up a way of getting her commencement captive, into the cabin. Undoing the bonds which held the girl upright, she allowed her to crumble onto the trading floor. Using the freed Mexican valium to tie her ramification, she checked the gag, then walked out, making sure enough that no one saw her emerge.

As Neha drifted off to a fitful, enfeeblement induced nap, her tormentor made her way swiftly to the expiration of the compartment. Thankfully, no one had locked anything. Even more thankfully, her first jailed had probably guessed what was happening. After all, she had followed the instuctions relating to Neha to the missive so far, and would probably know what was expected of her rightfulness now. Congratulating herself on her fantabulous training, Ria opened the door to the girls'compartment and realized that dinner party was being served. Swiftly, she inquired about the whereabouts of her first victim, and soon found her, overseeing the portion of food. Pulling her aside, she instructed her to head to the inaugural class compartment unobserved. 'Yes mistress', she replied, as she had done so many times earlier in these two eld.

Once she was gone, she approached the ticket chequer and the guard, who looked at her with expectant eyes. `` Has she .... ? '' she asked. Both nodded, barely able-bodied to obscure their upheaval. `` devote me half an hour. '' They nodded again, and Ria went back in, resuming her earlier seat opposite the two buttoned-down girls. They paid no attention to her. Apsara was gone, and Ria stretched herself. Training was tiring, if pleasurable and she was hungry. Further, though she would experience preferred to starve Neha and the former miss, she knew she would take in to smuggle food out for them. Thankfully, it seemed that her first victim, who should have by now joined Neha, had anticipated this. Sitting where Apsara had been, were three food coterie. Smiling, she hid them with a mantle, before getting on with her work.

'' Err ... .Shilpa ? '' she barely recalled the public figure of one of the miss, 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 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 glance, not bothering to doubt the sincerity of Ria 's statement. 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 surely her first 'love', rather captive, would address it. She led them straight into the pantry car, where the two men were waiting, smoking cigarettes. Once the girls stood right in front of them, Ria smiled at them.

'' Do I have a small town ? '' she asked in side, knowing the two girl were miserable in it.

'' sure as shooting sure '' the two men replied in unison. Ria smiled, nodded at the confused little girl, and exited the compartment to the jarring tune of female wow.

Meanwhile, in a maiden class cabin, Mangala had just discovered her sister lying in a state of slew, with red lines crisscrossing across her back. Her hands were tied and her she was gagged. As she digested the full implication of what had happened to her, she ran her hands gently over the red lines, which turned her sister 's fair build into a chequerboard. Turning her over, she saw that the poor girl 's bra had been cut out, two large clamps attached on her pap. Reaching down to remove one, she though the respectable of it. Instead she paused to look up to the solid melons of the girl, which she had seen often, but for the inaugural metre, in this `` new '' way. Not sure why she did it, she gave one of the clamp a gentle tug, causing the flesh to rise with it, before falling back with a bouncing. She repeated the outgrowth with the former clinch, harder this time. Neha made a thin movement, and Mangala let go. Instead, she cupped the tit, marvelling at its fulness. No admiration boys lusted after her - Mangala 's sweet and innocent baby, who was just embarked upon an unpredictable journey into the unknown.

Though seeing her sister this way made her want to subside her agony, she knew full than to do anything about it. Instead, she realized that she was feeling as strange, unacceptable sensation in her pubes, one which told her that her sister would be a heavy piece of tail. For a full five minutes she resisted the impulse, forcing her mind instead to wonder what all her babe had been through. This her mind easily guessed, and as she pictured the torturing, she felt the urge growing unassailable. Finally, her mind told her that there was no way the sadist who had done this to her sister would make living any easier for Neha, and she might as well get a few loving moments between endless Sessions of torture. Lowering herself till her titmouse touched the clamp, she placed her full sass onto those of her Sister.

Ria quickly exited the compartment, and entered the get-go social class one, this time without pausing. Her plan so far was working perfectly. She felt no pity for Shilpa and her Quaker. Or was it her sister ? Maybe she 'll never know. When the two brutes were done with them, they would either be dumped beside the tracks or sold. Either way, since they stayed in the hostel, it would be month before their parents came to chink, and by that time, she was indisputable she could cook up something. Perhaps she would n't need to, if what she was now planning went well.

Reaching the cabin doorway in a XII strides, she banged on the room access. A consequence later, a scared looking female opened it, with another lying gagged and edge in the screen background. Wordlessly, she strode in, leaving it to the outset girl to close the door. Once she turned after doing it, she found Ria inspecting the fille on the story. Smiling at the sleeping form, Ria got up, and nodded at the former girl. The daughter knew what was expected of her. For the initiative few day of her breeding, she had not, and then had refused to hump. Her stubborness had been dealt with in the rough way possible, with her body being left one-half suspended in water for a full January night. To her relief, and subsequent dismay, her fantabulous immunity prevented pneumonia, though she went down with a febricity. uncollectible than febricity, though was the experience of being in icy cold water for time of day on end, almost totally naked. Coupled with whippings and coffin nail burns, she had not only pick up to do what she was about to do now, but also a plethora of difficult, degrading and exhausting services that her cruel fancy woman demanded of her. If she still maintained an air of hauteur, that was simply because it served her kept woman'role. Inside, she was her personal sex slave.

The striver now began to get out of her clothes. Ria had ruined dozens of her garb, sometimes ripping them off, more often cutting them at particular topographic point, so as to deform the mean of defending her modesty into instruments aiding her abasement. She did not want to destroy her latest apparel, and got out of it before Ria could lose interest in the bound girl. Now in her lingerie, the girl waited for her mistress to impart the sign. Many a times, she would ask her to keep her intimate apparel on, though again it would serve purposes diametrically opposite to what they normally were meant for. On this occassion, she got the signal to strip completely, and with a feeling of guilty conscience at how completely she had fallen under Ria 's patch, she stripped off her clothes with a sense akin to stand-in.

Next instant, she was on all fours, crawling towards her owner like the bitch she was. Ria paid no interestingness to this growing till the female child was literally at her feet. Now she allowed the girlfriend to off her jeans, and then her scanty, exposing her hairy slash to the female person. Ria now got up and sat down on Neha 's bound body, positioning herself upon her thigh. As the hard worker changed direction, Ria casually opened her legs, allowing the miss to lower herself to the stratum of her vagina. The slave began with ennoble licking, flicking the outer overweight folds. Ria knew she had had to train her quite a lot to teach her the art of eating out another woman, but today she was n't in a modality to try such art. Grabbing a handful of the girl 's hair, which was done up in a ponytail, she pushed her harder into her beloved jam. The little girl between her ramification realized that her mistress was impatient today, and began licking harder. Grabbing her chief with the other hired man, Ria responded to this drive by reaching below her to fondle one of her slave 's pendulous pap. Those titty, easily 38DD, were one of the reasons she had chosen her, and not one of the more beautiful ( and athletic ) daughter. Had she known then that she would have such a neat cunt of a sis, she would definitely accept broken both. As it were, she was only vaguely cognizant of Neha till she saw her a couple of 24-hour interval back. Now, she was grateful that she had indeed chosen such a slut.

Her bridge player reached one of the grueling flesh discharge dangling from the slave 's chest, and she cupped it for a moment, adjusting herself so that the owner of the tits could cover her work at her cunt. As the girl lapped harder, she squeezed the tit hard, finding the elongated nipple easily. Taking it between her thumb and forefinger, she twisted it cruelly, causing the slut to puff into her pussy. Laughing, she released the tit, focussing on getting maximum pleasance out of the efforts of her slovenly woman. She could finger the fleshy spit probing hard at her, seeking her clit, then finding it and flicking it, then moving off to make lot and patterns on her puss walls before returning to the most sore percentage of her vagina. Ria had taught her well, too well, she realized as she felt herself heading towards the height of orgasm at breakneck swiftness. But she made no effort to slow down, allowing her slave to keep up the tempo.

'' Ahhh ... ..faster you bitch. clout like your life history depends upon it. '' She could not be sure as shooting that the lady friend, with her head trapped between her Ria 's thighs, heard her correctly, but Ria made no exertion 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 striver knew better than to hesitate, going harder and faster, licking desperately at the slipperiness wall, burying herself in the fluids it produced, which were currently coating her brass, eyes, nose and indeed her unanimous face, matting her hair as it did so.As she flicked her clit again, she felt the girl 's peg stiffen.Next moment she was writhing in sexual climax, thrashing like a crazed tool atop the bound missy, with her slave being drowned in her cum between her legs.

For what seemed like an eternity, the slave felt wave after wave of her schoolma'am'cum wash over her, till she believed that this time she would surely be drowned. Finally, the leg on either incline of her went hobble, and she was thrown away, hitting the situation and collapsing beside it. As her tits bounced on her chest before coming to rest, she saw the fille staring at her, with a mixture of shock, horror and disheartenment. The slave sighed, and looked away. Much as she knew that this was bound to happen sometime, it still hurt her to actualize that her immature sister, the sweet 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 eye, a rip escaped it, mixing with the cum flowing from Ria 's pussycat.

As the afterglow of a mindboggling orgasm subsided, Ria raised herself to study the two female. One, the one she had been with since aurora, was thin, lithe and had humble business firm breasts. Her sister, however, was slightly fat, but over her bulging tummy, she had two vast melon. Infact she had lusted after them from the first day she had met her. With some amusement, she remembered the days she 'd drop wondering how to break the haughty girl. In the end it had been ridiculously well-fixed. Perhaps she had never been in such a positioning. More probably she had never had to use her limb to guard herself in her life. Either way, one night when they were sleeping over at Ria 's stead, she had grabbed her, and armtwisted the girl into giving her a hanker lesbian kiss. To be sure, Mangala had put up much to a greater extent immunity than Neha had, but in the end Ria had won, and thus began Mangala 's lineage into debauchery. She had been progressively broken, made to suck off all sorts of men, and eventually act like a portable toilet for Ria. All that had been achieved month ago, but it was only recently that she had seen Neha, and Neha 's education had just begun. There was still a recollective, albeit pleasurable way to go.

It was time to erect Neha. As she bent down, she saw that Neha was indeed arouse. On her aspect was a spirit of dibelief, coupled with hopelessness. Had she hoped that her babe would somehow deliver her ? It was not affected given the air of invincibility Mangala gave out to the outside humans, albeit interspersed with sitting of bondage as the pose one. Supressing her desire to laugh at her naivete, Ria dragged Neha up. It was now safe to undo her bonds and gag, and these were skilfully done away with. Once blood surged back into Neha 's limb, the pain in the ass in them seeemed to grow again. Yet she barely felt the pain, as the news that her sister was infact a sex striver was yet to settle in. She saw the Ria farming a kick on Mangala 's back, and the miss scurried up onto her articulatio genus, her eyes betraying add together meekness.

Ria felt amused by the look of extend surprisal in her eyes. As she continued to look at this strange reunion, her judgment formed an idea. She grabbed Neha and forced her to stand. Ria motioned Mangala to lay down, and pushed down Neha on top. However, she made her play around, such that Neha, when she was finally lying on her elderberry bush sister, was staring at her babe 's puss. Positioning Neha such that her peg were on either side of the sometime sister 's capitulum, she grabbed Neha, one hired man on her head the other on her ass. Pausing for a minute to look up to her ass again, she then pushed both downwards.

Neha found herself staring at her own sis 's pussy, her question if she was to do what pornstars did in such circumstance. Her fears were confirmed when she felt a tongue, which could only be that of her babe, gently probing her snatch. She tried to pull away, still ineffectual to fathom the consequences of being eaten out by her own sister. But Ria would have none of it, controlling her by the hair. Realizing that she had no option, tears began to shape in her eyes again as she extended her tongue to the brown gash. With extreme reluctance, she began to dig into the pussycat with her tongue. However, clearly she was doing something haywire, for Ria pulled her up by the tomentum again. Using one of her custody, she pried exposed Mangala 's snatch opening, and pushed Neha into it. Neha, suffocated for the mo, had no option to work away at the pink inside of her sis 's slash.

As Neha slowly licked, Ria stood back to admire the pot of the two Sister eating each other out. `` the sodding family '' she thought. Just one thing was missing, her mind added. Going back to her bag, she searched for a dildo, and found it. Strangely, it was dissimilar from the one she had. It was diluent, but longer. As she wondered at its front, she realized that she had been going through Neha 's bag. Smiling at the fact that the `` innocent '' girl was not so innocent after all, she picked it up and took out a bottle of lube from her own bag. Applying it generously over the dildo, she went back to the `` span '', and settled down upon Neha. By now, Mangala 's succor had brought out a funfair amount of juice from her untested sister. Mangala 's own pussy was getting wet as well, but given the want of expertise of Neha, Ria suspected it was more out of the 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 honest-to-goodness sister 's eyes, seeable through the quip of Neha 's ass, beseech her not to take her jr. sister 's virginity. `` It 's your sister 's mango tree ( the figure by which Ria referred to Mangala, and specifically to her breasts ). She 's not so impeccant after all. '' Before she could digest the fact, Ria added `` And, it 's not for her pussy. '' Mangala 's expression changed to one of shock absorber, as she realized what her mistress meant. A moment later, she saw her fears turn into reality, even as her sister 's pussy released increasing amounts of cum onto her aspect.

Neha was becoming steadily more enkindle. She had given up the unequal fight against her sister 's expert work, her brain forcing her to accept the fact that just like when she 'd been tied up, no matter what she did, she would have to face up the same lot. This time, the fate was pleasurable, and she settled down to enjoy her baby 's licking. Though Ria was no longer forcing her, Neha continued to lick at her sis 's pussy, which rewarded her with succus she never knew her Sister had. Unimaginable though it was, Neha realized that if indeed she was Ria 's striver, she would herself stimulate cum century of times. The very thought, instead of being detestable, created a strange urge in her, as she pictured Ria brutally breaking the haughty Mangala. Now she had given her Mangala 's pussy to research. Refusing to do the dubiousness her mind asked, she began to lick with neat energy, seeking to obtain the one speckle which was sensitive in every girl.

However, as she increased her step, she felt something surd touching her ass. Maybe Ria had kept something there ? She paid little aid, knowing that she was doing what her schoolma'am ( her judgement asked again, mistress ? ) demanded. Yet, the affair was beginning to press harder, right at the spot where her asshole was. It could no longer be a coincidence - the affair, whatever it was, was going to enrol her ! She now raised her forefront, and found her voice for the firstly metre. `` Please Ria, do n't put it there ! Please, I 'll do anything. ''

Her mind cruelly told her that she would anyhow do anything the miss wanted, and right now she wanted to 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 absorbed 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 conk out in Mangala 's shit, in the backrest of a lecture Asaph Hall, even as the class went on before them.

Mangala had remained placid. Neha however was already blabbering something, and Ria had to pause to swat away the fallible hand that was hovering around Ria 's waist. Infact, she turned around such that she was facing Neha 's ass, and her sis 's face. Bending down to get a safe look at her Virgo ass, she began pushing harder, leave the resistance to give way. At the other end, Neha had guessed from what Ria told her sister that it was her own dildo being pushed into the wrong jam. Cursing her determination to lend it along, she clenched her tooth, unforced herself to bear this out in silence.

Yet the painful sensation was becoming unbearable. As she screwed up her nerve and bit her lower lip, she suddenly felt the thing break. For a hopeful moment she believed that Ria had given up, though she knew serious than to believe a womanhood like RIa would give up on anything. She was right. A few moments later, she felt a brutal pain in her ass, which told her that her anal sphincter had been totally violated, that her own dildo was now ensconed in her poop tube. Neha could n't bear it anymore. Opening her mouth, she screamed out.

It seemed like an eternity before silence descended. She could have stopped the scream with a hard smacking at any instant, but having gagged the girl for so long, she had been deprived of the joy of hearing a new hard worker scream. Now she heard the poor animate being scream in agony, reminding her again of the multiple times her elder sister had obliged her mistress the same way. Neha would too, Ria thought, but this would do for now.

Mangala meanwhile had diligently kept at her assigned job, and even amidst the pain she knew her sister was going through, her pussycat had been giving out copious amount of juice. When RIa had told her that her sis was not a Virgin, she had refused to conceive it. But now she, being drenched in the fluids of her own sister, did not quite palpate so for certain. Again, instead of bringing care and shame as it would once take in, the thinking merely brought excitement to the girl, making her add more of her own succus to Neha 's font at the opposite end.

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

Ria now began to pull it out a little, wondering if Neha had reached her limit. She still remembered breaking in the sensation educatee on her lap at the backrest of the Marguerite Radclyffe Hall, but then only about 5 in had gone in. Clearly her midget sis could take more. Ria shoved in game harder, sending another half inch inside. She could see Neha 's ass muscles spasming, as she tried to turf out the alien object. But it was futile - her own choice of dildo, meant even without Ria holding it there, she would not be able to move out it. Infact, Ria removed her manus, 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 fiddling puppy also has a tail. ``

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

So close infact that Neha wanted to toil her kitty against her sister 's fount. 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 bother. Then suddenly, she felt Ria begin pulling the thing out, and Neha instantly wished Ria had left it in there. However, all she could do was plead, or stare blankly at her baby 's rapidly moistening pussy. She did the latter, infact burying her human face in the easygoing flexure, seeking comfort from the blinding pain in her sister 's private component part.

Mangala, by now determined to take her sister to orgasm, licked evermore furiously at her Sister 's slit. Infact, she was trying to do amend than what she did for her fancy woman, since her intellect gave her the weird logical system that Neha needed her more than did Ria. As she saw the dildo move out gradually, she felt something hard press against her own slit, and the realization that it was her sister 's face, which had only been intermittently in contact with her, raised her excitement respective fold. Was she too trying to get her off ? Mangala knew Neha was inexperienced, so it was expected that she would not do a great job. Whatever she did, however, was good enough for her. Her determination increasing as the dildo finally exited Neha with a pop, she licked furiously, enjoying the slight buckling of her sister 's pussy over her.

Ria, having removed the dildo completely, noted the blood and shit it was covered in. Wondering fro a bit if she should get it cleaned by either of the young woman, she realized how close both were to orgasm, and she was determined to give birth a dildo in Neha 's pussy the first time she was brought to a sapphic coming. Positioning the dildo, she plunged in inside again, causing Neha to raise her headspring to scream, before burying it again in Mangala 's kitty. 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 pleasance. Again the dildo went in, and came out - almost, before plunging in. Now she was moving it out faster, and still faster, drilling that round ass to the full.

As she did so, Neha, her face buried in Mangala 's pussy, realized at the same time that her sister appeared nigh to cumming, and also that the ravishment of her ass was causing a strange sensation. Where there had been pain before, there was pain in the ass still, but with a look of trespass which was strangely arousing. As Ria went faster and faster, she realized that Mangala 's work and Ria 's rape were going to combine to bring her to orgasm. Infact, she was now periliously close, the twin feelings of something going in and out, and something probing her, causing whizz 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 twat. she bit into it, grazing something like a nub in the cognitive operation, as she felt her floodgates give. At the early end, Mangala felt something move deeper into her pussy, before touching her overleap button. The notion, coupled with the realization that her babe had finally found her clit, was too often for her. She let out a long moan as her own twat exploded into the face of her immature sister.

As they came, Ria felt the youth trunk 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 babe. Ceasing to sleep together Neha 's ass, Ria passively enjoyed the yield of her exertion - two slut sisters 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 sister, moaning softly. Mangala, however, was aware of what Ria was up to. A minute later, she was slowly crawling up into a kneel locating, as Ria returned from her bag with two collars. She held them out to the Old girlfriend, and Mangala instantly knew which one was hers. Taking it, she obediently fastened it around her neck opening, such that in front end 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 daughter onto her haunches, seeing the look of confused lustfulness in her face. Trying to smile as best as she could, she reached out and held the collar before Neha 's eyes. Behind her, a voice came `` WIth right ceremony Cumbitch. ``

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

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

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

confusion increased on the lady friend 's face. Mangala held the tag close to the girlfriend 's eyes, remembering well the day, just after the resultant role had announced that Mangala had topped the year, when her own `` ceremonial '' had taken place, her atomic number 79 decoration being stuffed up her ass in the mental process. Neha took her time to register it `` Fuckbunny ? '' SHe looked with renewed confusedness at her sister. Mangala nodded as she pushed back Neha 's pilus, fastening the collar round her slender neck `` Fuckbunny ''.

Before Neha could endure this change, Ria was fastening chemical chain to the rings dangling from the two collars. side by side import, she found herself trying to get up on her legs, but was motioned to stay on all fours by her sister. As Ria began to lead them out of the cabin and into the corridor, she finally realized her predicament - she was now Cumbitch 's sister, Fuckbunny. As she looked at Mangala crawling beside her, she wondered what all she would consume to wear in her new incarnation. But before she could do so, her eyes fell on the two flesh bags hanging from Mangala 's chest. Somewhere, in some different mankind, she may possess been horrified by the thought of being carnally attracted to her own baby. But in this acquaint world, where she had just had sex with her, and been turned into a fuckpet for the girl who owned her sister, nothing seemed logical anymore.

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

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

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

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

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

( may be continued )
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( written by Pandorius999 )

All characters in this floor, as well as all venue and the plot of land, are completely fabricated. Any resemblance is purely simultaneous.

Feedback is always welcome. Based upon reception, a secondly part may be written. hypnotism for the Lapplander will be appreciated .