`` An unexpected journeying ''

Neha stood in front of the mirror, staring at her diminutive 5'2 frame, straightening her blue angel blouse, before moving to the shorts she had paired with them. Noticing a svelte blemish on the justly leg, she turned to convert it, before stopping herself. It was an educational slip after all, that too with her elder Sister and her friend. Dropping the plan to change her underdrawers, she began to apply sunblock to her face, preparing for the hot sun that beat down outside.

As she applied the cream generously over her oval boldness, before rubbing some more on her frontal bone and over her eyelids, she again paused to check herself out. Barring the fact that she had some White River strokes of excess cream making not so artistic transmission line on her cheeks, she looked pretty much the way she wanted to appear. At 19 and just out of her first yr in a girls'college, Neha may have some screwball ideas about what the earth wanted a female child to look like, but no one could deny that she was pretty. If her sire were to be believed, it was her almond shaped eyes, rare for her community, set on a slightly elongate face, with high supercilium and perfective lips, which made her the cynosure of all eyes. That those center had hitherto been those of ageing aunts, street riffraff and ofcourse her puritan of a sister, was not her error. As she adjusted the neat shoulder length fuzz which completed her visage, she was filled with the all too conversant yearning to be appreciated by a man. With her looks, why would n't they ? But first, she 'd have to find a way of evading her sister 's iron 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 deepness of an all too familiar globe, came the interpreter of her female parent. Neha looked at herself once more, then rubbed the sunblock 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 counter, asking if they would take anything else.

'' Mom if I needed anything else, I 'd have got added it already. Now if you 'd do as I asked you to, maybe your girl will be able to just catch the caravan. '' Typical Mangala. Neha sighed again, as she descended the steps. Halfway down, however, Mangala noticed the fantasm, and promptly shifted her ire onto her vernal sibling. `` My dear baby young lady, if you could kindly get your matter ready instead of staring at your brainpan, we 'd all be much obliged. '' It took Neha a few instant to record the word braincase, seconds in which Mangala had covered the distance between them, and was pushing her up the stairs like a sack of Solanum tuberosum.

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

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

'' goodness. Extra batteries for the camera ?'

'' Yes ''

And so it went on, till Neha was quite certainly they 'd expend the day checklisting every article in her room. This, after Mangala had personally supervised her packing the dark before. `` What 's that big bulky target sticking out of the backpack ? '' Before she could serve, her sister had fished out her favored stuffed toy out of the bag, and was holding it like the evidence of some henious offense. `` Did I not specefically ask you not to include this ? '' Neha gave a dark look. The slip flew into the wardrobe, and her sis stomped out. From the hindquarters of the stairs came a footnote to take her mobile and get her stuff downstairs in five mo. Openly swearing now, Neha finished wadding, intentionally placing the toy back in the bag. This done, she picked up her cell and handbag, before running a fast check for anything she 'd left behind. Nothing except ... ..her optic spotted an elongated object sticking out of her underwear draftsman. On a intuition, she picked it up and ingurgitate it into her bag. All done, she headed down, wondering if the educational head trip would be allowed to stay just that.

An hour and another stuffed toy related argument later, Neha found herself in a train compartment with fifty more smelly female, all of whom were desperately trying to cover their body odour with a sort of redolent compounds. None were succeeding, her nasal senses 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 baby 's friend Ria. a lot to her backup, Ria proved to be more cordial society. Ria was 21, and easily stood a foot over Neha. A natural athlete and dancer, her fig reminded one of the characteristic of the female figurine which adorned the walls of tabernacle. `` 36C-28-40 '' Neha made a mental surmise of the daughter 's statistics.

To her embarassment however, she found Ria staring at her as she was just rounding off her round ass. Looking away hurriedly, Neha pretended to be admiring Apsara, something which drew an appreciative smile from the heavy girl. Unfortunately, the smile only made her wait even more like someone 's mother-in-law, and Neha was forced to take care away. rightfulness in front of her, two conservative-looking girl were poring over something in a script filled with numbers. One of them met Neha 's stare, shifting with disapproval to the shorts she was wearing. Exasperated by the answer she was getting, yet terrible of looking at Ria again, Neha moved her head in random way for a few minutes. Everywhere she looked however, she was met with questioning, sometimes disapproving facial expression. They seemed to say `` What 's your business organization here kid ? '' They were right. This was a Third Year trip, and had her sis not used her influence to get an extra tag for her, there was no way she 'd have got been in the train at that moment. On bit idea, maybe getting bored for two longsighted summertime months was better than going to a bunch of rock cut caves with a bevy of malefic looking girls. And where exactly was her sister ?

Ria seemed to scan her persuasion. `` Feeling out of place eh ? It happens. Your baby is busy with the ticket-checker, probably haggling over something. '' Neha had no choice but to see at her now, and she was again struck by Ria 's feature of speech - only this prison term, they were nervus facialis. Neha noted, with appreciation the fact that Ria too had an egg-shaped face, but her eyes were big and rung. So too were her sassing, the ignitor pink on them going well with her lightness skin tone. Like all young lady Neha knew, Ria had Negroid hair, made into curls which fell gracefully along her shoulder. Now, as she spoke, she gently brushed one of them aside. Before she realized what she was doing, Neha had reached out and was gently stroking those silky locks.

If Ria found her behaviour strange, she showed no sign of it. Instead she let her protagonist 's sis stroke her hair, running her long white fingers through the bleak great deal, gently pulling it till it gave way. Instinctively, she moved one, then all, digit from the whisker to the fair cheeks. Unable to break eye touch, Ria felt soft fingers glide ever so gently over her grimace, till they covered her cheeks, moving over her nose towards her frontal bone.

Suddenly Neha was aware of a cough behind her, and turned to see Apsara looking at her with an expression like that of her mother. Nonplussed, she stared straight ahead, at the two girls. They too had noticed the more than well-disposed affection of this stranger towards their class fellow, and in all likelihood would have coughed, nay belched if Apsara not obliged. they now looked at her with an verbalism akin to the faithful towards a misbeliever. ineffective to return to Ria after what had transpired, Neha instead settled in for a war of brilliance.

She did not make love how foresighted she kept up the unequal struggle, but eventually she tired of constantly giving stares which were more in the arena of her Sister. Instead, she got up, and without casting so much as a look towards the object of her unexpected fondness, she headed towards the toilet. Unfortunately, news appeared to have travelled fast, for she got speculative stares and the occassional giggle from many of the cleaning lady. Reaching the room access, of the compartment, she realized it was exposed, allowing the open countryside to rush by. More importantly, after the suffocating standard atmosphere of the spot, she found the cool air rushing in from the subject field, refreshing. Evidently it had rained sometime in the realm they were passing, and Neha settled down to enjoy the pushover.

With the breeze however, the thoughts of Ria seemed to reelect. What had she done ? On the face of it, all she had done was admire the sweetheart 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 well-disposed touching by a land mile and more. Somehow, she 'd matte up attracted to the girl as she 'd not been to any former mortal. Had Ria too admired her ? She 'd always wanted to be admired by a man, but at that moment she desperately wanted to be appreciated by Ria. Unknowingly, she 'd developed a crushed leather on Ria.

As she pondered in depth the maturation of the previous half hour, she did not observe another figure emerge behind her, and stand silently for a moment. It made a motion as if it 'd favour 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 girl 's thin berm. The girl almost jumped out of the train in surprise, before stammering `` Wh ... .who ? Oh ! '' Her endeavour at hiding the shock of seeing the very person she 'd been thinking about, was hardly concealed. Ria gave her a reassure smell, then settled beside her, admiring the countryside as it raced past them. It did n't help, as she could feel Neha trembling beneath her. Trying to calm her down, she moved closer, till their articulatio humeri met. Now she could find her stallion physical structure vibrating with the tremors emanating from the daughter beside her.

Neha felt Ria shift closer. though she now had sizeable reason to look at her, Neha somehow could not bring herself to look at her. Why had she come ? To tell her that what she did was wrong ? Being the Sister of the most prudish daughter in the world, she 'd pick up the lecture a million time, and had become immune to such comments. Still, this was not her sis, but the girl she ... .Neha forced her psyche to say the tidings `` like '', but she knew her mind had formed a different word. A word which Ria seemed to somehow signified, for she withdrew her hand. Yet she did not leave, but stayed there, staring straight ahead.

consequence passed. Neha cast a pass glance at her sister 's friend, who seemed so different from her sister, yet so remote rightfield now. What was she thinking ? Neha cast another glance, and this time Ria met her gaze. Their eyes were locked onto each early, and again Neha found herself drifting somewhere she knew she mus n't go. Strangely, it seemed that Ria ... ..Ria had broken the gaze, looking away, her center blank. Neha continued to gaze, unable to bring out her gaze away from the beautiful face before her. Yet she too looked away after a bit, realizing that she had again drifted into severe waters. But, had Ria followed her, even for that infinitesimal fraction of a 2d ? Neha could n't distinguish.

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

As their eyes met, she saw Ria utter a single watchword `` postponement ''. 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 libidinous moment, and she was n't about to disobey. Ria made no boost sign of knowing her, and as the minutes ticked by, Neha increasingly began to distrust that they were waiting for the giggling girl to leave. Her guess was right. After an eternity, the girl emerged and headed back, serenading the twain with another snigger.

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

Ria now turned around, staring at an equally breathless Neha. For the beginning 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 footfall towards Ria, her rapid breathing adding to the sentience of desperation that animated her features. 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 seat. To Neha 's surprisal, it was not opposite, but beside her.

'' Neha ... .. ''

Neha did n't need to look. So far she 'd been convinced that Ria had been offended by her overtures, and had come to assoil matters out. But if that was the typeface, why drag them in here ? This secluded shoes was to a lesser extent 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 realize it, Neha was looking deep into Ria 's eyes again, and this time, Ria came forward, till they were right beside each former. As if on cue, Neha 's men moved towards her expression, resuming what had been rudely disturbed earlier. This time however, her hands seemed determined to explore more of Ria 's feminine beauty. Barely realizing it, Neha moved her hand slowly over Ria 's moist rim, gently running over the soft petal before slowly parting them with her fingers. Her eyes fixed on Ria, her index number finger began to push 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 paw, causing her fingerbreadth to push harder, till it was inside her mouth. As it began to search her buccal cavity, Neha could feel her desire development stronger, forcing her to push in a second, then a third finger. But finger were not enough.

Her partner meanwhile, was quicker in analyzing the situation. Having been surprised by the luxuria the younger fille felt towards her, she 'd waited till she could be sure of it. Never the one to draw near anyone directly, she 'd played the voice of the storm female child to perfection. Now that she could be sure, she felt she could enumerate 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 to begin with time, with a different someone. `` So similar '' she thought, `` even exactly same. '' Suppressing the impulse to gag at the sense of deja vu, she instead decided that the endangerment were now minimal. She might as well get on with it. In a second, she had effected it. Neha 's wet digit were now in mid air, her body turned around skilfully till it was flat upon the berth. Getting the companion common sense of being in control, she lowered herself onto the girl, wondering if she would try out just like ... ...

Her married person, surprised by the sudden personnel casualty of control condition, was soon in the sodding cloud nine of her beginning lesbian osculation. . She now felt sure she 'd always wanted Ria, Ria 's soft lip to be exact. She felt sure her attractive feature was primal, something which she 'd not clearly realized. Why how when. Neha 's mind asked in a remote voice, one she was companion with in her short room back home. A room where she 'd longed for a man 's adjoin. Now ... ..in this alien compartment, it seemed everything had changed. She 'd found pure love, and that too in a woman who was her sister 's proficient friend. But again, did she care ? She did n't bother to reply. Instead her lips pressed harder, taking Ria 's glower lip in an amourous embrace, delighting in the tasting of another female. Pulling out slowly, she caught the garden pink flower petal again, prolonging the embrace, even as her eyes looked ever deeper into Ria 's orb, asking a million query and getting what answers, she knew not.

For the briefest of mo, Neha came up for air, before going back to enamor the upper berth lip. Unconsciously her work force, moved closer. As she continued to kiss, her manpower moved into the familiar silken refuge of Ria 's mane, stroking it like she would stroke a fan 's. Strangely, Ria seemed to be beginning to respond as well, her eyes betraying a lust that pushed aside confusion, even as her breathing became faster, seemingly matching the pulsation of Neha 's meat.

Yet Ria seemed to want Thomas More, and faster. Stopping mid-kiss, she pulled away, and looked deep into the early girl 's eyes. Next import, she plunged into another candy kiss, but one which was faster, more lustful and for Neha, more ravishing. Before she knew it, her lips had been parted, and a writhing appendage had penetrated it, pushing past her tooth, seeking her tongue. Neha did n't need to comply : her tongue was found and engaged in passionate play by the invader. Not bothering to wonder what had occassioned this change, Neha lay there as Ria explored her mouth, running along her impudence, teeth and what not, even as Neha 's own resident appendage gave it unappeasable Chase.

Just as she seemed to be settling into a rythm, Ria broke away again, this meter to vanish from Neha 's view. As the storm girl raised her head to investigate, she was suddenly pushed down as something sonant connected with her neck, moving up and down, running something slippery and warm, planting a thousand kisses on it. Neha raised her bridge player to hold this invisible attacker, running her fingers gently through the hair which she so loved, as Ria ravaged her cervix and berm as she 'd earlier done with her sass.

'' 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 soundbox to a state of matter of ecstacy she 'd never before live in her life. The crusade on her neck stopped, and reappeared on her lip, kissing hard, eager to guide in as much of the other as human being material body would tolerate. Neha 's custody now wrapped around Ria 's shoulder, willing her to weightlift harder against her torso, till they could become one. Ria replied by running her workforce through Neha 's fuzz, making waves and patterns which only served to induce her Thomas More.

They were kissing faster now, kissing with natural state unconstraint, their spit chasing each other, 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 flaccid flesh, wanting to deplume her completely inside. As they writhed, she was also aware of her titty mashed against hers. Those perfect chest ! As Ria came up for air, she wedged her handwriting between their consistency, such that she was now cupping one of her lover 's tits.

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

The fact that Ria made short body of work of stripping down to her waistline, meant that Neha was now looking directly at Ria 's breasts. As she 'd guessed, they were quite vauntingly, almost pendulous. Yet, they appeared firm, without any to a greater extent sag than that expected of such large orbs. Better still, as she looked on, she could almost see her mamilla growing in size, till they were almost halff an inch long. As if to entertain her, Ria lazily raised her arms, till they were interlocked above her mind. The movement caused an ever so slight bouncing in the titty, but it was enough to make believe Neha 's lust for those boob uncorrectable. Strangely, Ria lowered her workforce in time to push her back down.

Instead, she moved her hands up Neha 's dead body, feeling her indulgent abdomen, before reaching her tits. Not as orotund as Ria 's but also business firm, they were subjected to some gentle pressing through the indulgent fabric of her apparel. Then, as Neha raised her custody again, seeking the enticing fruits hanging from Ria 's chest of drawers, she suddenly felt a sharp painfulness in her chest - Ria was mauling her tits hard.

'' Ahhh ... '' the nonvoluntary moan caused Ria to pause for a moment, then re-start the cruel squeezing. She now positioned her bridge player till they were each cupping a tit. As Neha realized that Ria 's manpower were just the right size for her boob, she felt Ria 's digit dig deep into the soft chassis, sending sting of agony through her body, along with spark of carnal passion. Squeezing till Neha was sure enough her fingers had penetrated her flesh, she held them there, looking deep into Neha 's eyes. As Neha tried to sharpen through the blinding pain, she saw that Ria 's expression had changed. It was no longer that of a disjointed female child, but one of a hungry female, who was determined to submit everything she wanted from her partner. And evidently, she wanted it fast.

For the fraction of a mo, Neha felt the pressure on her tits relax, then they were trapped in those vice like fingers again. sorry, she moved her hands up and down, mashind the captive melon vine against each former, causing Neha to emit another groan of pain. Again she held it for what seemed like an eternity. Then the fingers relaxed, and Neha lowered her foreland, hitherto craning upwards to beg mercy of her lover. As relievo flooded her titty, she barely heard the rent of textile. Yet she did notice the coolness of the cabin air on her bare abdomen, and a moment later, was shocked to find a blade appear out of nowhere. As her psyche became fully aware of her quandary, she saw the vane lower itself onto her articulatio humeri, before moving slowly over her hide cashbox it was under her bra strap. She felt a tug against her bosom, as if it was being pulled up, then an abrupt dismission. Her bra shoulder strap had just been sliced into two. interchangeable lot met the other strap, and thereafter Neha felt the knife in the valley between her mounds. The sound of textile being cut met her pinna, and then cool off air brushed across her sensitive mamilla.

Stunned by the development, she was nonplussed to find that even after disposing so callously of her clothing, Ria still had the knife in her hand. Was she planning on killing her ? As a feeling of terror began to make her breathe faster, she found the knife hovering over her pectus, dangerously near her pounding marrow. She knew raising her hired hand would be useless - she had been defeated without a trace of difficulty earlier, and Ria had n't yet shown what exactly she was intending to do. Neha had no intention of ending her liveliness lying below a lesbian sea wolf.

As her head raced, and her pump throbbed in her throat, Ria lowered the knife till it was lying over her result pap. With an expression of eagerness, she began to run the flat of the brand over her nipple, causing the nubs to react to the cold-blooded brand. The knife now moved from one nipple, over the space between her breasts, to the early. A interchangeable treatment followed, making Neha feel that her marrow would blow up in her chest of drawers. The tongue was now raised, till it hovered once again, this clip over her facial expression. 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 aware of the handwriting on her tit again. This clock time it gave a playful squeeze, before reaching for her teat. For a moment it lay there, just as the knife had done, feeling the stiffness of the nipple above a Benny Hill of softness. Then it slowly captured the hill between two fingers.

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

Ria merely raised the knife to her own lips, in a motion telling her to abide quiet. Neha noticed how Ria had changed. She now looked not only hungry, but also life-threatening, like a lioness over her prey. Neha had begun to marvel if she 'd made a misunderstanding by lusting after this seemingly friendly girl. Did she hate her sister ? Was she taking out all the angst against Mangala on the younger girl ? Illogical as it may seem, it appeared to be the solely explanation, rather the solely explanation she could receive for the rapid variety in her quandary. The other alternative, Neha shuddered to think, was that somehow Ria enjoyed causing pain.

Ria let go of her tit, only to snipe the other, this time twisting her mammilla hard, causing Neha to beg with growing desperation. To be honest, she 'd at one meter or the early masturbated to picture of girls being punished, and the pain, though great, was something she 'd expected from a to a lesser extent than gentle lover. What terrified her, rather, was the fact that Ria was behaving in a sadistic style, one which told her of great tribulations lying ahead.

As she pondered over these, she saw Ria 's head disappear again, along with the knife. Next moment, she felt something warm enclose her go out nipple. Unrestrained this metre, she saw Ria 's head latching onto the tit, sucking it like it was going to yeild Milk River. Inspite of the pain ( and she could name out some of the topmost brand on her tit ), Neha could n't help but wonder at the refreshing sensation that was beginning to grade through her body. Having been freed temporarily ( she guessed ) from any new agony, she became more acutely aware of the soft pull on her breast, which was causing her sexual impulse, momentarily overwhelmed by pain, to farm again. During the numerous bedtime visit into the earth of her sexual fantasy, she 'd enquire what it would be like to be sucked on by an adult. Now, it was all coming true, in the strangest of circumstances, and though she was fully cognizant that this lull in Ria 's viciousness may be shoddy, she could n't help but assay more of Ria 's soft mouth, lapping and sucking at her rear nub. Finally raising her right hand, she placed it gently on Ria 's headland, and was relieved to find no electrical resistance. Emboldened, she began to conjure her palm harder against Ria 's head, willing her to suck harder. Ria seemed to abide by, causing Neha to become steadily more aroused.

As Ria 's ministrations continued, Neha 's mind began once again to think of joy, and pleasure alone. She began to press her wound knocker against her tormentor 's side, raising herself in the hope that Ria would thus get more of her tit into her mouth. Rather conversely, Ria stopped, raising her top dog from the young woman 's pectus. Her eyes disclosed nothing, and Neha wondered what she 'd done to abort the intimate act. Slowly, Ria raised herself, till she was once again straddling Neha, her proud knocker bouncing. If Neha had hoped that she 'd be allowed to lactate on them, she was again discomfited, for Ria now moved off completely, lowering herself onto the flooring. Before Neha could follow, however, Ria casually picked up the brand from wherever she 'd left it, and made a individual threatening motion towards her. In another here and now, she was dressing up, and then, she was gone.

Neha lay there, as if she was still under the threat of the knife. Eventually, the emptiness of the cabin brought her to her senses, and she raised herself, massaging her brusied tit as she did so. As the cool air conditioned air began prove goosebumps across her dorsum, she realized her predicament. Ria had, by tearing her clothes ( and taking them ), left her practically confined to the cabin unless she wanted to publicly humiliate herself. 'Probably get raped too. '' Neha thought, recalling the fact that the guards and ticket checker were not known to be of flawless morality. Her head 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 nuisance subsided, Neha began to wonder if being with Ria the one-half lover one-half sadist, may not be such a bad suggestion after all.

Having nothing to do for now, Neha 's thoughts began to delve into illusion once again. She wondered if Ria was experienced, if she 'd had sex with other char before. there was nothing to prove it, yet something in her forceful, domineering lineament told her that even if she had not, she would likely roll in the hay everything about lesbian sex, there was to hump. And Neha wanted to come 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 nighttime with Ria, making beloved boulder clay ... ..

A profound outside caught her aid. It seemed person had opened the door to the first of all social 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 lowly space below the broken berth, she quickly crawled into it. minute later, the doorway opened, and Neha could piddle out a duad of military bang framed by the open door. The intruder had evidently hoped to chance person, and for a instant he stood there. Then, he abruptly turned and walked off, the phone of lumbering rubber dying away. He had left the doorway open, and Neha could n't be sure enough if he had left for salutary, or was merely consulting a colleague. Her kernel still in her mouth, Neha lay as still as she could for a patch, before crawling out and moving as softly as she could to the door.

Peering out, she saw narrow passage devoid of life, but voices 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 naked before so many little girl. News would diffuse like wildfire ... ... as Neha scrutinised the end of the corridor from where the sounds were coming, she suddenly found a lithe physique standing beside her. Jumping back in terror, it was a instant before she realized it was Ria, back with their udder and a shirt. Without a Scripture, she threw the shirt at the nonplussed girl, and raced off in the direction opponent to the one towards which Neha had been looking.

For a moment, nothing seemed to give good sense. The sound of a voices nearing, however, suddenly cleared up her chief. Pulling on the shirt somehow, she saw the guard and the ticket checker moving towards the outdoors doorway of the compartment. Her warmness in her mouth, she made a hyphen for it. She had no estimation where Ria had gone, or where she was supposed to go. All she knew was that she had to get away, and the only pick seemed to be to save running. Cabins whizzed past her as her optic desperately searched for any mark 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 selection, as a figure materialized before her. WHAM !

Next minute she was lying savorless on the flooring, or more correctly, upon person who was lying compressed on the flooring. Whoever it was, however, was undaunted by this rape, and quickly pushed Neha off itself, before dragging her by the fuzz into the nearest cabin. pain shot through her headway, eclipsing all others, but Neha had no time, much less breather, to cry. Three irregular later, she was laid down flat on the floor, and the door securely closed.

Instantly her workforce went to her pitiable hair, but it did n't prevent her from realizing that it had been Ria who had reacted so swiftly to Neha 's headlong arrival, and had used a brutally effective method to hide her before the two men found them. Now as she lay moaning and trousering, Ria squatted over her as before, only this time, there was ghastly importunity written all over her face. Lowering herself till she was inches from Neha 's face, Ria recklessly undid two buttons of the hastily donned shirt. Finding her bequeath tit, she squeezed it backbreaking, forcing Neha to focus on the girl above her. Again, no words were spoken, but from gestures, Ria made it make that they would have to be absolutely quiet down till the two men left. Neha wanted to add, `` if they left '', but she guessed the onetime little girl already knew this.

But silence clearly did not equate with inactivity in Ria 's book, for she was soon fondling Neha again. Softly at offset, as if to get the bearing of what she 'd left. Then harder. Neha 's shirt was opened again, but Ria made no house of wanting to sample the succulent buds. Instead, she furnished two evil looking clamp from her scoop ( inspite of the fearfulness of inevitable bother, Neha could n't aid wonder how a young woman could be so resourceful, unless ... .she had planned for it ! ). Neha watched in spacious eyed horror as one of her still erect mamilla was slowly captured by the clamp, before it closed over it. `` Unhhh ... .please Ria ! '' Next moment, a stinging pain on her go out impudence had joined the pain coursing from her tit, and she opened her tearfilled eyes to see Ria giving her a poop facial expression, one fingerbreadth on her lips. Unfortunately, the survey also included the view of the former clamp, which was in the process of descending upon its helpless dupe. Unable to look, Neha felt the pain all the more acutely as the clamp secured the minute nipple. ineffective to moan, and pretty for sure that Ria would give them on, Neha began to sob quietly.

As hot bout rolled down her boldness, she felt Ria tug at the cloth lying on either side of meat of her. In a here and now it was gone. Ria now got up, till Neha could see her towering over her, the privates of her pants directly above her bureau. For a terrorise moment, Neha thought she would lower herself onto the clamp-held boob, but she moved off. Instead, she seemed to be bending over something. Though every movement, even the heaving of her chest, seemed to increase the pain in Neha 's tits, she raised herself to see what Ria was upto. She was surprised to see her rummaging in Neha 's bag. Eventually, she fished out thr ee brassiere, each of a different design. Selecting the about sheer of the lot, she dumped the others in the bag, and returned to the supine female child. In a quick motion, she grabbed one clamp and yanked it so arduous that Neha felt her tit would be ripped off. Instead, she found that her body had responded by moving to a sitting position.

Ria moved behind the young lady, and was raising her limp arms, so as to pull 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 inadequate girl further agony. As tears now flowed freely down her buttock before landing upon her rack cleavage, Ria forced the girl to stand up, this time by pulling her hair. Staggering up in a pain-filled daze, Neha felt her final stage bit of respectable clothing, her trivial short pants, being pulled down, before her panties followed. Another slap was however needed, before Neha stepped loosened stepped out of them. Now standing practically naked ( spoiled than naked, Neha told herself, realizing how lewd her bra-encased clamped pap were looking ), the girl saw Ria move around the missy, checking her out. Satisfied, she grabbed one of her ass cheeks, and squeezed it knockout. Neha, fearing another unit of ammunition of agony, instinctively moved away, but Ria merely pulled on her fuzz to end this electric resistance.

Instead, she moved away, rummaging in her own bag this clock time. Out came what looked like a very specialise smash, some tape and scissors. Leaving the beltlike instrument for the time being, Ria picked up Neha 's panty from where they 'd fallen, she balled them up and held them before Neha 's eyes. Seeing the dead confound flavor in her center, Ria chuckled, before landing another firmly smacking on her right on cheek. As Neha opened her mouth in a screeching, it was brutally cut little by a ball of cotton fiber which was wedged snugly between her tongue and upper teeth. Still stunned by the unexpected assault, Neha provided no immunity as the older female child calmly cut out five inches of the wooden-headed tape, and glued her lips shut with it. To be safety, another length of tape was soon complementing the late, at a bias to it.

Effectively gagged, Neha saw Ria engage out a distance of rope, with which she first made a loop around a small handle protruding from an viewgraph AC vent, probably for pulling it down once the piece of ass were loosened. This done, Ria tugged at it, noting the lack of movement of the board. Neha realized now what the girl was intending to do, and she began to support off. She was almost at the door when she felt a familiar 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 help. The awe of embarassment ? the concern of violation ? Or some perverse attractive force to the girl who was in the process of devising steadily more corrupting and hurtful ways of torturing her ?

As her scattered judgment gave no signal, her gimp helping hand were grabbed and attached rougly to the ends of the forget me drug. Ria climbed upon the table between the berths to create a building complex of knots which soon had Neha tied securely, like some puppet from a string. speculative, the way she 'd been tied, her feet were barely touching the ground, while her scurvy implements of war were in an odd diagonal, unsupported and hurting. Whether Ria had intended this, or this odd position was all she could manage with the rocking of the train and the angle at which she had to do the job, Neha could not tell. All she could tell was that with her feet barely touching the reason, the rocking of the gear was all the more noticeable, and she felt that at any moment she might free equalizer, and begin danging mid air by the weight of her hands. forged, she might wreak the AC grill dialog box and whatnot upon herself.

While Neha had been trying to fruitlessly adjust herself, Ria had returned with the beltlike pawn. If Neha had known better, it was really a whip of sorts, disguised to look like a belted ammunition so that the proprietor did not get questioning smell when it accidentally came out. However, as Neha was to learn, it was just as in force as a formula party whip, perhaps, on account of its girth, even more.

Ria now stepped back to look up to the girl. Again, memories of an earlier encounter flooded her mind, making her half wish that her current victim would be more than cocky, would try to scat and fight back back, just like the earlier one had done. Then, she 'd thought such immunity as a balk, but now, she realized it was half the fun. Sighing nostalgically, Ria wondered where that first girl was now, and how she would link her with her present dupe. That was in the future, she reminded herself : for now she must direct this lady friend, though to be true Neha seemed to be betraying a sense of attractiveness which made her job far prosperous. Indeed, Ria would have rewarded her for such devotion, but training came first. Opening the door just a little bit, she checked the corridor. As she had hoped, the men had gone, deceived by the remnants of Neha 's clothing she 'd left in another cabin on the other position of the compartment. `` Good, '' thought Ria, `` I have to get this done soon. '' Closing the doorway, she looked at the pitiable girl, in whose eyes the faint expectation that she would provide her alone, was dying out. Ria smiled, as she advanced with the dangerous object in her hand, public treasury she was almost touching her victim.

Unlike her number one victim, this one seemed almost on the verge of passing out. It would be a pity if she did - after all, preparedness did not let in taking smelling salt. Still, if her initiatory victim was anything to go by, she would only turn Thomas More aware as the academic term progressed, and Ria knew she never hurt one sufficiency to make her pass out from nuisance. It took away all the fun. Almost laughing at the daughter 's predicament now, she stepped back.

rap ! 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 gagged girl, who was being tortured for the low gear time in her life story. The whip, to be on-key, had landed on belly, and the girl was now trying to back off. Ria had anticipated this, tying the knots tight enough to prevent her from going beyond a certain distance without leaving the background. The rocking of the train made matter worse for the missy. As if to mock her attempt at escape valve, the place between the beths was sufficient for tying up a girl and whipping her, but everytime she tried to take to the woods, she would hit one of the built in bed. This now happened, the girl being wedged in the turning point made by one of the slip and the table.It gave Ria the distinguishable picture of a treed rat, terrified of the felid approaching it.

Ria knew she could lather Neha to a shining red in the current position, but she was never one to use her lash indiscriminately. She now raised the lash again, allowing Neha to admire the weapon for a full two seconds, before landing it on her calfskin. Neha jumped and lost her proportion, hitting the table and being forced forward to recover her footing, due to the shortness of the alliance above. Ria used this occassion to shore another concentrated puff, rightfield across her clamped mammilla. Stunned by the tierce violation, Neha now fell back onto the table, before being forced to somehow move forward again.

Ria could n't aid it anymore. Lowering the party whip, she broke out laughing, which grew as she noted the thin transmission line that the whip had made across her mammilla, the bra providing stint protection to her tits. Yet Ria the second Ria realized that her tits had some book binding, she brought out the scissors. Beginning with the get out cup, she slowly began to cut out the eldritch extrusion at the center of the cup. This freed up the clamp, and it stuck out of the bra like a impossibly tenacious nipple. The other cup followed, and Ria let the part of fabric fall away.

Grabbing Neha, she roughly pushed the helpless girl towards the other side of the cabin, till she was almost at the threshold. This allowed Ria ample star to Neha 's close fundament. Though she always had a preference for tits, she could n't help but admire the round suppleness of her muscles, which clenched involuntarity in futile expectation of where the future blow would go. Yet for a few moments Ria paused to admire her prey again. Neha was thinner than the other girl, and her ass Sir Thomas More slopped. She could just think how a dildo would look, sticking out between those earth. Ria smiled - what Neha lacked in spirit, she more than made up with a sea wolf organic structure.

belt ! Neha felt as if a knife had been run across the length of her rear. She would have believed that that was indeed the case, had she not sleep together what was in Ria 's handwriting. Ever since the crop had begun flying, she had been in one endless nightmare, trying to flee what was inconceivable to run from. To make matters worse, not only were the whiplash severely and unpredictable, with each reverse, her scurrying only added to the pain in her hired hand. By now she was sure her spliff were about to pop out. Yet she could n't simply stand there and read the pain could she ? crack ! This nose candy landed between her bare ass buttock, periliously close to her anal muddle. She lost her balance again, and tumbled to one slope, hitting the berth and bouncing off, her axilla flaring up in the latest of serial publication of awful experiences.

But it was far from over. As Neha turned to see where the next blow would come, the following puff indeed landed on her side, making her jump like a frightened cat. As she moved to one English, so as to stave off getting the future one at the same point, she saw the whiplash rising again, and ground on her left wing leg. Again, she lost her balance, and crashed into a position, this time hitting her shoulder joint. And so it went on. Every clock time Neha would move, she would get a whip on a different role of her body. Though her mind told her that leak was out of the question, her body tried on, getting exhausted, and developing a stern tenor in her hands. All the piece, Ria continued to reckon 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 creature in a cage, there was something alluring about the girl, something which Neha knew would make her stay even if she was on the verge of demise. Somehow, she was attracted, fatally perhaps, to everything Ria, including the sadistic voodoo for hurting her.

Ria watched with growing entertainment as the girl kept on trying to miss the blows. Eventually she felt her party whip arm tiring, and knew her other arm would n't be able to blister her half as well. Neha too seemed to be tiring, and Ria realized that she might either do lasting damage to her even custody, or may pass out. She landed a concluding set of lashes to the clamped tits, causing the clinch to fly in all centering, bringing off fresh moans and looking of desperation from the tucker female. Flexing her muscles, Ria now threw the whip on one of the bunk, before sampling the salty fluids which were freely flowing down the female child 's face. This done, she gently stroked Neha 's head teacher like a dog, before gently probing her cunt. She had intentionally left her pussycat untouched, such that it was most responsive when she began to fuck her. But first, she decided that it was clock time to look into upon the girls, and see a way of getting her first base captive, into the cabin. Undoing the bonds which held the female child upright, she allowed her to break onto the storey. Using the freed Mexican valium to tie her stage, she checked the gag, then walked out, making sure that no one saw her emerge.

As Neha drifted off to a fitful, exhaustion induced sleep, her teaser 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 sleep together what was expected of her right now. Congratulating herself on her splendid education, Ria opened the threshold to the girls'compartment and realized that dinner was being served. Swiftly, she inquired about the whereabouts of her first victim, and soon found her, overseeing the serving of intellectual nourishment. Pulling her divagation, she instructed her to head to the first class compartment unseen. 'Yes mistress', she replied, as she had done so many multiplication earlier in these two years.

Once she was gone, she approached the ticket checker and the guard, who looked at her with great eyes. `` Has she .... ? '' she asked. Both nodded, barely able to hide their excitement. `` Give me half an time of day. '' They nodded again, and Ria went back in, resuming her earlier fanny opposite the two bourgeois young lady. They paid no attention to her. Apsara was gone, and Ria stretched herself. Training was tiring, if pleasurable and she was thirsty. Further, though she would take in preferred to famish Neha and the early young lady, she knew she would own to smuggle food out for them. Thankfully, it seemed that her first victim, who should induce by now joined Neha, had anticipated this. Sitting where Apsara had been, were three solid food ring. Smiling, she hid them with a blanket, before getting on with her work.

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

'' how rude, she deserves everything that 's coming to her. '' thought Ria as she quickly told them that there was a trouble with their ticket and that Mangala had asked her to inform them about it. They had better talk to the ticket checker. The two exchanged worried glimpse, not bothering to doubt the sincerity of Ria 's program line. Once they had hurriedly finished their food for thought, Ria asked them to take their baggage in eccentric 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 outset 'love', rather captive, would cover it. She led them straight into the pantry car, where the two men were waiting, smoking cigarettes. Once the miss stood right in front of them, Ria smiled at them.

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

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

Meanwhile, in a first of all class cabin, Mangala had just discovered her sister lying in a United States Department of State of mussiness, with red lines crisscrossing across her back. Her hands were tied and her she was gagged. As she digested the full implications of what had happened to her, she ran her hands gently over the red communication channel, which turned her sister 's funfair human body into a chequerboard. Turning her over, she saw that the poor girl 's bra had been cut out, two large clamp attached on her nipples. Reaching down to remove one, she though the substantially of it. Instead she paused to admire the firm melon of the girl, which she had seen often, but for the number 1 time, in this `` new '' way. Not sure why she did it, she gave one of the clamp a mollify tug, causing the flesh to heighten with it, before falling back with a leap. She repeated the process with the early clamp, harder this meter. Neha made a slight social movement, and Mangala let go. Instead, she cupped the tit, marvelling at its fulness. No curiosity boys lusted after her - Mangala 's sweet and innocent sister, who was just embarked upon an irregular journey into the stranger.

Though seeing her sister this way made her want to diminish her excruciation, she knew honest than to do anything about it. Instead, she realized that she was feeling as strange, unaccepted sensation in her loins, one which told her that her sister would be a majuscule fuck. For a full-of-the-moon five minutes she resisted the urge, forcing her thinker instead to wonder what all her sister had been through. This her nous easily guessed, and as she pictured the torture, she felt the urge growing impregnable. Finally, her psyche told her that there was no way the sadist who had done this to her sister would make life history any easier for Neha, and she might as well get a few loving here and now between dateless sitting of overrefinement. Lowering herself till her tits touched the clinch, she placed her fully lips onto those of her Sister.

Ria quickly exited the compartment, and entered the showtime form one, this clock time without pausing. Her programme so far was working perfectly. She felt no pity for Shilpa and her booster. Or was it her sister ? Maybe she 'll never cognise. When the two creature were done with them, they would either be dumped beside the lead or sold. Either way, since they stayed in the hostel, it would be months before their parents came to gibe, and by that time, she was sure she could cook up something. Perhaps she would n't want to, if what she was now planning went well.

Reaching the cabin door in a dozen stride, she banged on the door. A moment later, a scare looking female person opened it, with another lying gagged and bound in the background. Wordlessly, she strode in, leaving it to the initiatory girl to close the room access. Once she turned after doing it, she found Ria inspecting the girlfriend on the floor. Smiling at the sleeping form, Ria got up, and nodded at the other girl. The daughter knew what was expected of her. For the get-go few days of her training, she had not, and then had refused to make love. Her stubborness had been dealt with in the rough way possible, with her body being left half suspended in pee for a full January night. To her backup man, and subsequent dismay, her excellent immunity prevented pneumonia, though she went down with a fever. Worse than fever, though was the experience of being in icy cold water for hours on end, almost totally defenseless. Coupled with whippings and cigarette burning, she had not only learnt to do what she was about to do now, but also a embarrassment of unmanageable, degrading and exhausting inspection and repair that her cruel fancy woman demanded of her. If she still maintained an air of arrogance, that was simply because it served her mistress'purposes. Inside, she was her personal sex slave.

The slave now began to get out of her clothes. Ria had ruined dozens of her dresses, sometimes ripping them off, more often cutting them at limited blank space, so as to turn the means of defending her modestness into instruments aiding her chagrin. She did not want to demolish her latest attire, and got out of it before Ria could turn a loss interest in the leaping girl. Now in her lingerie, the girl waited for her schoolmistress to contribute the signal. Many a clock time, she would ask her to go along her lingerie on, though again it would swear out determination diametrically opposite to what they normally were meant for. On this occassion, she got the signal to clean completely, and with a touch sensation of guilt at how completely she had fallen under Ria 's spell, she stripped off her clothes with a mother wit akin to fill-in.

Next instant, she was on all fours, crawling towards her owner like the kick she was. Ria paid no interest to this maturation till the girl was literally at her feet. Now she allowed the girl to remove her jeans, and then her panties, exposing her hairy gash to the female. Ria now got up and sat down on Neha 's spring body, positioning herself upon her thigh. As the hard worker changed focal point, Ria casually opened her legs, allowing the girlfriend to depress herself to the level of her vagina. The slave began with gentle licking, flicking the outer heavy crimp. Ria knew she had had to train her quite a lot to learn her the art of eating out another woman, but today she was n't in a mood to test such art. Grabbing a handful of the young woman 's hairsbreadth, which was done up in a ponytail, she pushed her harder into her making love kettle of fish. The girl between her legs realized that her mistress was impatient today, and began licking harder. Grabbing her nous with the early hand, Ria responded to this effort by reaching below her to fondle one of her striver 's weeping tits. Those mamilla, easily 38DD, were one of the ground she had chosen her, and not one of the more beautiful ( and athletic ) girls. Had she known then that she would possess such a great slit of a sister, she would definitely have broken both. As it were, she was only vaguely cognisant of Neha money box she saw her a couple of solar day back. Now, she was grateful that she had indeed chosen such a slattern.

Her hand reached one of the heavy chassis chemise dangling from the slave 's chest, and she cupped it for a consequence, adjusting herself so that the owner of the mammilla could stay on her work at her cunt. As the young woman lapped severe, she squeezed the tit hard, finding the elongated teat easily. Taking it between her thumb and forefinger, she twisted it cruelly, causing the slut to gasp into her twat. Laughing, she released the tit, focussing on getting maximum pleasure out of the feat of her slovenly woman. She could feel the fleshy tongue probing difficult at her, seeking her button, then finding it and flicking it, then moving off to make rotary and patterns on her snatch walls before returning to the most tender part 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 movement to decelerate down, allowing her slave to observe up the tempo.

'' Ahhh ... ..faster you bitch. Lick like your life story depends upon it. '' She could not be for certain that the young woman, with her head trapped between her Ria 's thigh, heard her correctly, but Ria made no effort to interchange anything, apart from grabbing her tomentum with both script and pushing her head further into her pussycat, till she was sure the miss could harldy breathe. But the break one's back knew better than to pause, going harder and faster, licking desperately at the slip bulwark, burying herself in the fluids it produced, which were currently coating her buttock, eyes, nose and indeed her hale face, matting her hair as it did so.As she flicked her clitoris again, she felt the young woman 's legs stiffen.Next bit she was writhing in coming, thrashing like a madden fauna atop the bounce female child, with her slave being drowned in her cum between her legs.

For what seemed like an eternity, the slave felt undulation after wave of her schoolmarm'cum wash over her, till she believed that this prison term she would surely be drowned. Finally, the legs on either slope of her went hitch, and she was thrown away, hitting the berth and collapsing beside it. As her tits bounced on her bureau before coming to rest, she saw the girl staring at her, with a miscellany of shock, horror and dismay. The slave sighed, and looked away. much as she knew that this was bound to bump sometime, it still hurt her to realize that her unseasoned 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 hard worker Mangala closed her eyes, a bout escaped it, mixing with the cum flowing from Ria 's kitty.

As the afterglow of a mindboggling climax subsided, Ria raised herself to survey the two female person. One, the one she had been with since cockcrow, was melt off, lissome and had small firm tit. Her sister, however, was slightly fat, but over her bulging tummy, she had two huge 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 break the haughty young lady. In the end it had been ridiculously gentle. Perhaps she had never been in such a position. More likely she had never had to use her arms to represent herself in her life. Either way, one nighttime when they were sleeping over at Ria 's place, she had grabbed her, and armtwisted the girl into giving her a long lesbian osculation. To be certain, Mangala had put up much more resistance than Neha had, but in the end Ria had won, and thus began Mangala 's descent into orgy. 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 foresightful, albeit gratifying way to go.

It was time to raise Neha. As she bent down, she saw that Neha was indeed awake. On her expression was a look of dibelief, coupled with hopelessness. Had she hoped that her baby would somehow rescue her ? It was not abnormal given the air of invincibility Mangala gave out to the outside reality, albeit interspersed with sessions of slavery as the present one. Supressing her desire to laugh at her naivety, 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 arms, the pain in the ass in them seeemed to grow again. Yet she barely felt the pain, as the news show that her Sister was infact a sex slave was yet to subside in. She saw the Ria demesne a recoil on Mangala 's backrest, and the fille scurried up onto her knees, her optic betraying aggregate compliance.

Ria felt amused by the flavor of bear on surprise in her eye. As she continued to attend at this strange reunification, her head formed an theme. She grabbed Neha and forced her to tolerate. Ria motioned Mangala to lay down, and pushed down Neha on top. However, she made her number around, such that Neha, when she was finally lying on her elder sister, was staring at her babe 's pussy. Positioning Neha such that her legs were on either side of the older sister 's headway, she grabbed Neha, one hand on her mind the other on her ass. Pausing for a moment to admire her ass again, she then pushed both downwards.

Neha found herself staring at her own sister 's kitty, her wondered if she was to do what pornstars did in such circumstances. Her fears were confirmed when she felt a tongue, which could only be that of her baby, gently probing her pussy. She tried to perpetrate away, still unable to fathom the event of being eaten out by her own baby. But Ria would possess none of it, controlling her by the fuzz. Realizing that she had no pick, tears began to form in her heart again as she extended her lingua to the brown gash. With extreme reluctance, she began to examine the slit with her knife. However, clearly she was doing something damage, for Ria pulled her up by the pilus again. Using one of her hands, she pried open Mangala 's snatch possibility, and pushed Neha into it. Neha, suffocated for the moment, had no alternative to lick away at the pink inside of her baby 's slash.

As Neha slowly licked, Ria stood back to admire the quite a little of the two Sister eating each other out. `` the perfect phratry '' she thought. Just one affair was missing, her psyche added. Going back to her bag, she searched for a dildo, and found it. Strangely, it was different from the one she had. It was dilutant, but longer. As she wondered at its comportment, 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 `` couple '', and settled down upon Neha. By now, Mangala 's relief had brought out a fair amount of succus from her untried Sister. Mangala 's own cunt 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 erstwhile baby 's eyes, visible through the crack of Neha 's ass, entreat her not to take her younger baby 's virginity. `` It 's your sister 's mango tree ( the name by which Ria referred to Mangala, and specifically to her tit ). She 's not so innocent after all. '' Before she could digest the fact, Ria added `` And, it 's not for her twat. '' Mangala 's expression changed to one of shock, as she realized what her mistress meant. A consequence later, she saw her fears turn into reality, even as her Sister 's pussy released increasing sum of money of cum onto her grimace.

Neha was becoming steadily more aroused. She had given up the unequal fight against her sister 's practiced work, her mind forcing her to accept the fact that just like when she 'd been tied up, no affair what she did, she would feature to present the same luck. This time, the fate was pleasurable, and she settled down to enjoy her sister 's trouncing. Though Ria was no longer forcing her, Neha continued to lap at her Sister 's pussy, which rewarded her with juice she never knew her sis had. Unimaginable though it was, Neha realized that if indeed she was Ria 's striver, she would herself have cum 100 of metre. The very conceive, instead of being abhorrent, created a unusual urge in her, as she pictured Ria brutally breaking the haughty Mangala. Now she had given her Mangala 's slit to research. Refusing to reply the interrogative sentence her mind asked, she began to work out with with child vigour, seeking to find the one fleck which was sensitive in every girl.

However, as she increased her pace, she felt something hard touching her ass. Maybe Ria had kept something there ? She paid minuscule aid, knowing that she was doing what her schoolmarm ( her intellect asked again, mistress ? ) demanded. Yet, the thing was beginning to press harder, right at the point where her asshole was. It could no longer be a coincidence - the thing, whatever it was, was going to enter her ! She now raised her capitulum, and found her interpreter for the firstly clip. `` Please Ria, do n't put it there ! Please, I 'll do anything. ''

Her head cruelly told her that she would anyhow do anything the girl wanted, and right now she wanted to fuck her in the ass. Ignoring her head as she had done so often today, Neha besseched her again. SHe got no reply, Ria too intent upon forcing the foreing object down the resisting chute to chafe. By now the dildo was pushing hard against her Virgo anatomical sphincter, and Ria felt nostalgic in thinking of the time she 'd broken in Mangala 's shit, in the spinal column of a lecture dorm, even as the year went on before them.

Mangala had remained quiet. Neha however was already blabbering something, and Ria had to pause to swat away the weak script that was hovering around Ria 's waist. Infact, she turned around such that she was facing Neha 's ass, and her sister 's face. Bending down to get a better look at her Virgo the Virgin ass, she began pushing harder, will the resistivity to give way. At the early end, Neha had guessed from what Ria told her babe that it was her own dildo being pushed into the legal injury mess. Cursing her decision to bring it along, she clenched her tooth, volition herself to bear this out in muteness.

Yet the bother was becoming unbearable. As she screwed up her aspect and bit her grim lip, she suddenly felt the thing pause. For a hopeful consequence she believed that Ria had given up, though she knew dependable than to believe a woman like RIa would give up on anything. She was right. A few moments later, she felt a brute pain in her ass, which told her that her anal sphincter had been totally violated, that her own dildo was now ensconed in her dirt tube. Neha could n't gestate it anymore. Opening her mouth, she screamed out.

It seemed like an eternity before silence descended. She could have stopped the shrieking with a hard slap at any second, but having gagged the girl for so long, she had been deprived of the joy of hearing a new slave scream. Now she heard the poor creature thigh-slapper in agony, reminding her again of the multiple multiplication her senior babe had obliged her fancy woman 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 nuisance she knew her baby was going through, her pussy had been giving out voluminous total of succus. When RIa had told her that her sister was not a Virgo, she had refused to consider it. But now she, being drenched in the fluids of her own sister, did not quite feel so sure. Again, instead of bringing headache and shame as it would once induce, the thought merely brought inflammation to the girlfriend, making her add more of her own juice to Neha 's aspect at the opposite end.

Now, as she watched the dildo go in with a unrelenting thrust, and the subsequent thigh-slapper, she knew how her sister must be feeling. As she continued to lick, she watched mesmerised as the dildo, thicker than the one that had been used upon her, went deeper and deeper. Her sister 's ass muted the screams that were coming out of her sis 's mouthpiece, and this allowed her to watch as the dildo, about 9 column inch long, went in about halfway through. Then Ria pulled it out a slight, 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 get out it out a little, wondering if Neha had reached her limitation. She still remembered breaking in the star scholarly person on her lap at the spinal column of the hall, but then only about 5 in had gone in. Clearly her petite sister could take Thomas More. Ria shoved in back harder, sending another half column inch inside. She could see Neha 's ass musculus spasming, as she tried to exhaust the strange target. But it was futile - her own choice of dildo, meant even without Ria holding it there, she would not be capable to get rid of it. Infact, Ria removed her script, enjoying the way the dildo stuck there, rising and fallilng gently as her ass quivered. Looking directly at Mangala as she stared up at the dildo, she said `` Now your slight puppy also has a tail. ``

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 move out. Crying now, she begged Ria again, but only silence, coupled with the very lite strait of a tongue lapping against a young woman 's sex - her sex - came to her ears. Neha wondered if she would be able-bodied to shit properly again in her spirit, 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 untried girl now realized, she was very close to success.

So close infact that Neha wanted to labor her pussy against her sister 's face. Since Ria 's exercising 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 start 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 sis 's rapidly dampening pussy. She did the latter, infact burying her expression in the diffused folds, seeking ease from the blinding pain in her sister 's secret parts.

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 kept woman, since her mind gave her the Wyrd logic that Neha needed her more than did Ria. As she saw the dildo movement out gradually, she felt something hard press against her own puss, and the actualisation that it was her sister 's nerve, which had only been intermittently in contact with her, raised her excitement respective sheepcote. Was she too trying to get her off ? Mangala knew Neha was inexperienced, so it was expected that she would not do a dandy job. Whatever she did, however, was good enough for her. Her purpose increasing as the dildo finally exited Neha with a pop, she licked furiously, enjoying the slight buckling of her baby 's puss over her.

Ria, having removed the dildo completely, noted the line of descent and shit it was covered in. Wondering fro a present moment if she should get it cleaned by either of the girls, she realized how close both were to orgasm, and she was determined to have a dildo in Neha 's pussy the first metre she was brought to a lesbian orgasm. Positioning the dildo, she plunged in inside again, causing Neha to raise her head to scream, 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 pleasure. Again the dildo went in, and came out - almost, before plunging in. Now she was moving it out faster, and still faster, drilling that round ass to the full.

As she did so, Neha, her cheek buried in Mangala 's snatch, realized at the Saami fourth dimension that her sister appeared tight to cumming, and also that the colza of her ass was causing a unknown sentience. Where there had been pain before, there was pain still, but with a feeling of assault which was strangely arousing. As Ria went faster and faster, she realized that Mangala 's workplace and Ria 's ravishment were going to combine to bring her to orgasm. Infact, she was now periliously close, the twinned feel of something going in and out, and something probing her, causing sensations of an strength she 'd never felt before. And then she was at the edge. Instead of screaming out however, buried as she was in a pussy. she bit into it, grazing something like a nub in the process, as she felt her floodgates outdoors. At the other end, Mangala felt something motility deeper into her snatch, before touching her neglected button. The touch, coupled with the realization that her sister had finally found her clit, was too much for her. She let out a longsighted moan as her own pussy exploded into the face of her younger sister.

As they came, Ria felt the Lester Willis Young bodies writhing below her. Cum was gushing like a two headed fountain on either end, spraying both fille together, as if underscoring the fact that they were sisters. Ceasing to fuck Neha 's ass, Ria passively enjoyed the fruit of her campaign - two slovenly woman baby 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 mindful of what Ria was up to. A mo later, she was slowly crawling up into a kneeling position, as Ria returned from her bag with two dog collar. She held them out to the older girl, and Mangala instantly knew which one was hers. Taking it, she obediently fastened it around her neck opening, such that in front dangled a tag which read Cumbitch. But her mistress held out the other one as well. Mangala realized what it meant.

Taking it, she crawled over to Neha, bending over her. She helped the exhausted young woman onto her haunches, seeing the spirit of confused lust in her typeface. Trying to smile as best as she could, she reached out and held the collar before Neha 's eyes. Behind her, a representative came `` WIth proper ceremonial occasion Cumbitch. ``

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

Neha blinked in muddiness. Why was her own Sister asking her name ? `` Ne ... neha ''

'' No dearest, that 's not your figure anymore. ``

muddiness increased on the miss 's aspect. Mangala held the tag close to the female child 's eyes, remembering well the day, just after the upshot had announced that Mangala had topped the year, when her own `` ceremony '' had taken spot, her gold medallion being stuffed up her ass in the process. Neha took her meter to study it `` Fuckbunny ? '' SHe looked with renewed confusion at her sister. Mangala nodded as she pushed back Neha 's hair, fastening the collar round her slender neck `` Fuckbunny ''.

Before Neha could digest this change, Ria was fastening chains to the gang dangling from the two catch. Next moment, she found herself trying to get up on her legs, but was motioned to stay on all quatern by her sister. As Ria began to precede 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 make to die hard in her new avatar. But before she could do so, her optic fell on the two figure cup of tea hanging from Mangala 's chest. Somewhere, in some dissimilar reality, she may take been horrified by the view of being carnally attracted to her own sister. But in this present earth, where she had just had sex with her, and been turned into a fuckpet for the girl who owned her baby, zip seemed logical anymore.

Ria was almost at the door when she felt a slight tug on her Sir Ernst Boris Chain. Turning around, she saw Fuckbunny was on top of her bitch sis, 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 office. Smiling, she turned around again, but only to find the ticket checker standing before her.

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

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

Ria stood there, not indisputable 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 trembling, she asked, `` S-so ? ``, noting as she said so, the number of guards standing in the doorway behind him. `` S-so ? ``

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

( may be continued )
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( written by Pandorius999 )

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