`` An unexpected journey ''

Neha stood in front of the mirror, staring at her bantam 5'2 frame, straightening her blueing blouse, before moving to the trunks she had paired with them. Noticing a flimsy blemish on the right leg, she turned to change it, before stopping herself. It was an educational slip after all, that too with her senior sister and her friend. Dropping the design to vary her trunks, she began to apply sunscreen to her face, preparing for the hot sun that beat down outside.

As she applied the pick generously over her oval face, before rubbing some more on her forehead and over her lid, she again paused to check off herself out. Barring the fact that she had some Edward D. White apoplexy of supernumerary cream making not so esthetic lines on her cheeks, she looked pretty very much the way she wanted to appear. At 19 and just out of her first year in a girls'college, Neha may have some underdone ideas about what the humankind wanted a girl to look like, but no one could abnegate that she was pretty. If her father were to be believed, it was her almond shaped eyes, rare for her community of interests, set on a slightly prolonged face, with gamey eyebrows and perfect lips, which made her the cynosure of all middle. That those center had hitherto been those of ageing aunts, street riffraff and ofcourse her prude of a sister, was not her flaw. As she adjusted the straight shoulder length hair's-breadth which completed her phiz, she was filled with the all too familiar spirit longing to be appreciated by a man. With her spirit, why would n't they ? But low gear, she 'd have to bump a way of evading her sister 's atomic number 26 hold, something she 'd not yet been capable to do. Sighing, she reminded herself that it was an educational trip-up after all.

'' Neha ! '' Somewhere from the depths of an all too comrade earth, 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 riposte, asking if they would need anything else.

'' Mom if I needed anything else, I 'd make added it already. Now if you 'd do as I asked you to, maybe your daughter will be able to just catch the gear. '' distinctive Mangala. Neha sighed again, as she descended the stairs. Halfway down, however, Mangala noticed the apparition, and promptly shifted her ire onto her younger sibling. `` My beloved baby girl, if you could kindly get your things cook instead of staring at your braincase, we 'd all be much obliged. '' It took Neha a few s to file the word braincase, seconds in which Mangala had covered the length between them, and was pushing her up the stairs like a sacque of white potato vine.

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

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

'' Good. spear carrier barrage fire for the camera ?'

'' Yes ''

And so it went on, till Neha was quite for sure they 'd spend the day checklisting every article in her room. This, after Mangala had personally supervised her packing the nighttime before. `` What 's that big bulky object sticking out of the backpack ? '' Before she could suffice, her sister had fished out her ducky stuffed toy out of the bag, and was holding it like the evidence of some henious offence. `` Did I not specefically ask you not to include this ? '' Neha gave a saturnine look. The teddy flew into the wardrobe, and her sister stomped out. From the tail end of the stairs came a footnote to take her mobile and get her stuff downstairs in five secondment. Openly swearing now, Neha finished boxing, intentionally placing the toy back in the bag. This done, she picked up her electric cell and pocketbook, before running a nimble check for anything she 'd left behind. Nothing except ... ..her eyes spotted an prolonged aim sticking out of her underwear draftsman. On a hunch, she picked it up and binge it into her bag. All done, she headed down, wondering if the educational trip-up would be allowed to remain just that.

An hour and another stuffed toy related argument later, Neha found herself in a train compartment with fifty dollar bill more smelly female, all of whom were desperately trying to blot out their body odour with a miscellanea of aromatic compound. None were succeeding, her os nasale mother wit informed her, as she somehow managed to wedge between Apsara, who looked more like the obese female parent of an holy person than an angel herself, and her Sister 's champion Ria. a lot to her substitute, Ria proved to be more amiable caller. Ria was 21, and easily stood a pes over Neha. A natural athlete and dancer, her chassis reminded one of the features of the female person statuette which adorned the bulwark of temples. `` 36C-28-40 '' Neha made a mental guess of the miss 's statistics.

To her embarassment however, she found Ria staring at her as she was just rounding off her beat ass. Looking away hurriedly, Neha pretended to be admiring Apsara, something which drew an appreciative smile from the heavy miss. Unfortunately, the smiling only made her look even more like someone 's mother-in-law, and Neha was forced to search away. Right in front line of her, two conservative-looking girls were poring over something in a book filled with Book of Numbers. One of them met Neha 's stare, shifting with disfavor to the shorts she was wearing. Exasperated by the response she was getting, yet fearful of looking at Ria again, Neha moved her point in random directions for a few proceedings. Everywhere she looked however, she was met with inquiring, sometimes disapproving looks. They seemed to say `` What 's your business enterprise here kid ? '' They were right. This was a third gear year slip, 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 geartrain at that bit. On second thought, maybe getting bored for two tenacious summertime calendar month was full than going to a bunch of rock and roll cut caves with a bevy of vicious looking girls. And where exactly was her sister ?

Ria seemed to learn her thought process. `` Feeling out of place eh ? It happens. Your Sister is fussy with the ticket-checker, probably haggling over something. '' Neha had no selection but to take care at her now, and she was again struck by Ria 's lineament - only this time, they were facial. Neha noted, with appreciation the fact that Ria too had an ellipse face, but her eyes were big and round. So too were her sassing, the faint pink on them going well with her light skin smell. Like all girls Neha knew, Ria had dim hair, made into lock which fell gracefully along her berm. Now, as she spoke, she gently brushed one of them aside. Before she realized what she was doing, Neha had reached out and was gently stroking those silky locks.

If Ria found her behaviour strange, she showed no sign of it. Instead she let her friend 's Sister stroke her fuzz, running her recollective clean fingers through the black mass, gently pulling it till it gave way. Instinctively, she moved one, then all, finger's breadth from the whisker to the fair face. Unable to check eye contact, Ria felt soft finger's breadth glide ever so gently over her typeface, till they covered her cheeks, moving over her nose towards her forehead.

Suddenly Neha was cognizant of a cough behind her, and turned to see Apsara looking at her with an expression like that of her mother. Nonplussed, she stared straightforward ahead, at the two fille. They too had noticed the more than friendly affection of this stranger towards their classmate, and in all likelihood would hold coughed, nay belched if Apsara not obliged. they now looked at her with an expression akin to the congregation towards a misbeliever. Unable to return to Ria after what had transpired, Neha instead settled in for a war of public eye.

She did not fuck how tenacious she kept up the unequal battle, but eventually she tired of constantly giving stares which were more in the domain of her baby. Instead, she got up, and without casting so much as a feeling towards the object of her unexpected philia, she headed towards the toilet. Unfortunately, news program appeared to have travelled fast, for she got inquisitive stares and the occassional giggle from many of the charwoman. Reaching the room access, of the compartment, she realized it was open, allowing the open countryside to rush by. More importantly, after the suffocating atm of the berths, she found the nerveless air rushing in from the fields, refreshing. Evidently it had rained sometime in the region they were passing, and Neha settled down to enjoy the zephyr.

With the breeze however, the thoughts of Ria seemed to recall. What had she done ? On the grimace of it, all she had done was admire the beaut of a mortal of the Same sexuality. But as everyone in the compartment probably knew by now, the style of esteem had exceeded the definition of friendly touch by a mile and More. Somehow, she 'd mat up attracted to the missy as she 'd not been to any other individual. Had Ria too admired her ? She 'd always wanted to be admired by a man, but at that instant she desperately wanted to be appreciated by Ria. Unknowingly, she 'd build up a crush on Ria.

As she pondered in depth the growing of the previous half hour, she did not notice another pattern emerge behind her, and stand silently for a consequence. It made a motion as if it 'd favor to go back, then stopped. Sighing, it lowered itself beside the retrospecting female child. Getting no reaction from her, she gently placed a script over the girl 's slim down berm. The girl almost jumped out of the railroad train in surprise, before stammering `` Wh ... .who ? Oh ! '' Her attempt at hiding the shock of seeing the very somebody she 'd been thinking about, was hardly concealed. Ria gave her a reassuring looking at, then settled beside her, admiring the countryside as it raced past them. It did n't help, as she could smell Neha trembling beneath her. Trying to calm her down, she moved closer, till their shoulder joint met. Now she could feel her stallion eubstance vibrating with the tremors emanating from the girl beside her.

Neha felt Ria shift closer. though she now had copious reasonableness to count at her, Neha somehow could not bring herself to seem at her. Why had she come ? To tell her that what she did was wrong ? Being the sister of the most tight-laced girl in the cosmos, she 'd heard the lecture a million times, and had become immune to such comments. Still, this was not her sister, but the girl she ... .Neha forced her intellect to say the word of honor `` wish '', but she knew her nous had formed a unlike password. A word which Ria seemed to somehow sense, for she withdrew her hand. Yet she did not leave, but stayed there, staring straight person ahead.

mo passed. Neha cast a flit glance at her sister 's supporter, who seemed so different from her sister, yet so distant right now. What was she thinking ? Neha cast another glimpse, 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 center white. Neha continued to stare, unable to break out her gaze away from the beautiful face before her. Yet she too looked away after a import, realizing that she had again drifted into dangerous waters. But, had Ria followed her, even for that minutest fraction of a second ? Neha could n't distinguish.

They sat as before, each staring ahead. Yet now Neha had a burn desire to know what the other intellection, and raised her oculus towards Ria again. Before she could study her in any detail, however, one of the fille from the compartment appeared at the edge of her visual sense. Quickly, she looked away, her ears nevertheless noting a giggle from the trespasser before she disappeared into one of the potty cubicles. Neha could not wear it anymore. Seeing no reaction from Ria, she decided to get up, perhaps go into some vacate compartment, drop time alone. As she tried to get up, Ria suddenly reached out and grabbed her arm.

As their eyes met, she saw Ria mouth a single Holy Scripture `` postponement ''. Neha settled down again, wondering why she needed to waitress, and for what. Still, this was the first reaction she 'd got from the girl after the second lascivious minute, and she was n't about to disobey. Ria made no promote sign of knowing her, and as the minutes ticked by, Neha increasingly began to suspect that they were waiting for the giggling girl to go forth. Her guess was right. After an eternity, the female child emerged and headed back, serenading the couple with another snigger.

As soon as she was gone, Ria jumped up, grabbed Neha roughly by the arm and with surprising strength, yanked her up. Before she knew anything, Neha found herself flying across the hall, into another compartment. This was evidently the starting time division compartment, for on each side of meat were doors leading into cabins. Ria chose the 2nd, and peered in. It was abandon. From the look of things, all of them were empty. succeeding moment, Neha felt herself shoved into the cabin, with Ria following, shutting the room access behind her.

Ria now turned around, staring at an equally breathless Neha. For the maiden prison term the two of them were alone, away from all the others. Neither of them made a move, till Neha could guide it no more. Tentatively, she took a step towards Ria, her speedy breathing adding to the mother wit of despair 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 surprise, it was not opposite, but beside her.

'' Neha ... .. ''

Neha did n't want to depend. So far she 'd been convinced that Ria had been offended by her overtures, and had come to crystallize affair out. But if that was the case, why drag them in here ? This secluded place was less apt for apology than for ... ..'Neha .... '' Neha could n't stick out it anymore. She looked, and was surprised to see a strange facial expression in Ria 's eyes. Before she could understand it, Neha was looking deep into Ria 's eyes again, and this metre, 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 time however, her hands seemed determined to explore more than of Ria 's feminine ravisher. Barely realizing it, Neha moved her hand slowly over Ria 's moist lips, gently running over the piano petal before slowly parting them with her fingerbreadth. Her heart fixed on Ria, her forefinger fingerbreadth began to labour harder, till it was pushing against a bony barrier. Harder, and she felt Ria open her backtalk a little. Warm air wafted out, drifting over Neha 's handwriting, causing her finger to tug harder, till it was inside her mouth. As it began to explore her buccal cavity, Neha could experience her desire growing potent, forcing her to labour in a second, then a one-third finger. But finger were not enough.

Her partner meanwhile, was quicker in analyzing the site. Having been surprised by the lust the unseasoned miss felt towards her, she 'd waited till she could be sure of it. Never the one to draw near anyone directly, she 'd act as the component of the surprised girl to idol. Now that she could be sure, she felt she could count on ... ..Ria 's attention was distracted by one of Neha 's nails brushing against her raw cheeks. Yet the very distraction brought back memories of an early time, with a different person. `` So similar '' she thought, `` even exactly same. '' Suppressing the itch to laughter at the sense of deja vu, she instead decided that the risks were now minimal. She might as well get on with it. In a moment, she had effected it. Neha 's wet finger's breadth were now in mid air, her body turned around skilfully till it was flat upon the office. Getting the familiar sense of being in control, she lowered herself onto the girl, wondering if she would sample just like ... ...

Her partner, surprised by the sudden loss of ascendency, was soon in the pure bliss of her first lesbian kiss. . She now felt indisputable she 'd always wanted Ria, Ria 's sonant back talk to be exact. She felt sure her attractive feature was primeval, something which she 'd not clearly realized. Why how when. Neha 's head 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 jot. Now ... ..in this alienate compartment, it seemed everything had changed. She 'd found pure sleep with, and that too in a char who was her sister 's best friend. But again, did she care ? She did n't inconvenience to reply. Instead her rim 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 embracement, even as her eyes looked ever thick into Ria 's globe, asking a million interrogation and getting what solvent, she knew not.

For the abbreviated of import, Neha came up for air, before going back to capture the speed lip. Unconsciously her hands, moved closer. As she continued to snog, her hired man moved into the comrade silken refuge of Ria 's head of hair, stroking it like she would stroke a lover 's. Strangely, Ria seemed to be beginning to respond as well, her eyes betraying a lust that pushed aside confusion, even as her breathing became faster, seemingly matching the beat of Neha 's core.

Yet Ria seemed to want Sir Thomas More, and faster. Stopping mid-kiss, she pulled away, and looked deep into the former girl 's eyes. side by side moment, she plunged into another osculation, but one which was faster, more lustful and for Neha, more ravishing. Before she knew it, her lips had been parted, and a writhing extremity had penetrated it, pushing past her teeth, seeking her tongue. Neha did n't call for to comply : her tongue was found and engaged in passionate play by the encroacher. Not bothering to wonder what had occassioned this change, Neha lay there as Ria explored her mouthpiece, running along her brass, 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 time to disappear from Neha 's position. As the surprise girl raised her promontory to inquire, she was suddenly pushed down as something soft connected with her neck opening, moving up and down, running something slippery and warm, planting a grand kisses on it. Neha raised her hand to hold this unseeable attacker, running her digit gently through the pilus which she so loved, as Ria ravaged her neck and shoulder joint as she 'd earlier done with her mouth.

'' Unhhh '' a moan escaped Neha 's lip, relating to what she knew not, but expressing the trench desire which was overflowing inside her, demanding that either she or Ria take her body to a state of matter of ecstacy she 'd never before experienced in her life. The movements on her cervix stopped, and reappeared on her lip, kissing grueling, eager to take in as much of the other as man anatomy would allow. Neha 's mitt now wrapped around Ria 's berm, bequeath her to weight-lift harder against her body, till they could become one. Ria replied by running her paw through Neha 's hair, making waving and figure which only served to stimulate her more.

They were kissing faster now, kissing with waste wantonness, their knife chasing each other, flick 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 indulgent form, wanting to pull her completely inside. As they writhed, she was also aware of her chest mashed against hers. Those perfect breasts ! As Ria came up for air, she wedged her hands between their organic structure, 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 grinning, before removing her blouse. Before she realized it, Neha was staring at Ria 's bra-clad breasts. Yes they were indeed big, thought Neha ; any guy would die to have a pair like hers to work with. A moment later, as Ria began to unhook her bra, she realized that she was the lucky guy.

The fact that Ria made short work of stripping down to her waist, meant that Neha was now looking directly at Ria 's breasts. As she 'd guessed, they were quite large, almost nodding. Yet, they appeared firm, without any more sag than that expected of such large ball. Better still, as she looked on, she could almost see her nipples growing in size of it, till they were almost halff an column inch long. As if to think about her, Ria lazily raised her arms, till they were interlocked above her head. The bm caused an ever so slight bounce in the bosom, but it was adequate to score Neha 's lust for those tits uncontrollable. Strangely, Ria lowered her hands in metre to push her back down.

Instead, she moved her hands up Neha 's eubstance, feeling her soft abdomen, before reaching her titmouse. Not as bombastic as Ria 's but also firm, they were subjected to some lenify pressure through the lenient cloth of her dress. Then, as Neha raised her hand again, seeking the enticing fruits hanging from Ria 's chest, she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her chest - Ria was mauling her tits hard.

'' Ahhh ... '' the involuntary moan caused Ria to intermit for a consequence, then resume the cruel squeezing. She now positioned her paw till they were each cupping a tit. As Neha realized that Ria 's hands were just the right size for her tits, she felt Ria 's fingers dig deep into the soft flesh, sending pangs of agony through her body, along with sparkle of carnal rage. Squeezing till Neha was sure enough her finger had penetrated her physique, she held them there, looking abstruse into Neha 's eyes. As Neha tried to pore through the blinding pain sensation, she saw that Ria 's reflection had changed. It was no farseeing that of a jumble girl, but one of a thirsty female person, who was determined to need everything she wanted from her partner. And evidently, she wanted it fast.

For the fraction of a secondment, Neha felt the pressure on her tits relax, then they were trapped in those vice like fingers again. worse, she moved her hands up and down, mashind the captive melons against each other, causing Neha to let loose another moan of annoyance. Again she held it for what seemed like an infinity. Then the fingers relaxed, and Neha lowered her fountainhead, hitherto craning upwards to beg mercy of her lover. As relief flooded her tits, she barely heard the snag of fabric. Yet she did notice the coolness of the cabin air on her bare abdomen, and a instant later, was shocked to encounter a vane appear out of nowhere. As her mind became fully aware of her predicament, she saw the sword lower itself onto her articulatio humeri, before moving slowly over her skin money box it was under her bra strap. She felt a tug against her breast, as if it was being pulled up, then an precipitous going. Her bra strap had just been sliced into two. Similar fate met the other shoulder strap, and thereafter Neha felt the knife in the valley between her pitcher. The sound of fabric being cut met her ears, and then cool air brushed across her sensitive mamilla.

Stunned by the growing, she was nonplussed to find 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 tactual sensation of terror began to make her breathe faster, she found the knife hovering over her breast, dangerously near her poke mettle. She knew raising her 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 life lying below a lesbian killer.

As her mind raced, and her heart throbbed in her throat, Ria lowered the knife till it was lying over her left nipple. With an expression of eagerness, she began to run the flat of the blade over her nipples, causing the nitty-gritty to oppose to the cold steel. The knife now moved from one nipple, over the distance between her titty, to the other. A standardized treatment followed, making Neha feel that her heart would blow up in her chest. The knife was now raised, till it hovered once again, this metre over her face. 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 cognisant of the hand on her tit again. This clip it gave a playful credit crunch, 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 hill of softness. Then it slowly captured the hill between two fingerbreadth.

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

Ria merely raised the knife to her own backtalk, in a motility telling her to rest tranquillise. Neha noticed how Ria had changed. She now looked not only hungry, but also severe, like a lioness over her prey. Neha had begun to wonder if she 'd made a misapprehension by lusting after this seemingly friendly girl. Did she hate her sister ? Was she taking out all the angst against Mangala on the new girl ? Illogical as it may seem, it appeared to be the lonesome explanation, rather the only account she could recover for the rapid change in her predicament. The other choice, Neha shuddered to suppose, was that somehow Ria enjoyed causing pain.

Ria let go of her tit, only to attack the other, this clip twisting her nipple unvoiced, causing Neha to beg with growing despair. To be honest, she 'd at one time or the other masturbated to picture of missy being punished, and the annoyance, though swell, 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 corking tribulations lying ahead.

As she pondered over these, she saw Ria 's caput disappear again, along with the knife. Next present moment, she felt something warm enclose her left tit. Unrestrained this sentence, she saw Ria 's head latching onto the tit, sucking it like it was going to yeild milk. Inspite of the pain ( and she could make out some of the topmost sucker on her tit ), Neha could n't aid but wonder at the novel sentiency that was beginning to course through her physical structure. Having been freed temporarily ( she guessed ) from any new agony, she became more acutely aware of the diffuse twist on her titty, which was causing her sexual urge, momentarily overwhelmed by pain, to grow again. During the numerous bedtime sojourn into the world of her sexual fancy, she 'd marvel what it would be like to be sucked on by an adult. Now, it was all coming true, in the strangest of circumstances, and though she was fully aware that this lull in Ria 's viciousness may be deceptive, she could n't help but try more of Ria 's soft backtalk, lapping and sucking at her raise nub. Finally raising her compensate hand, she placed it gently on Ria 's head, and was relieved to find no ohmic resistance. Emboldened, she began to press her palm harder against Ria 's head, leave her to draw harder. Ria seemed to comply, causing Neha to become steadily more bring up.

As Ria 's ministrations continued, Neha 's mind began once again to think of pleasure, and pleasure alone. She began to press her spite knocker against her tormenter 's human face, raising herself in the hope that Ria would thus get more of her tit into her backtalk. Rather conversely, Ria stopped, raising her brain from the missy 's chest. Her eyes disclosed nada, and Neha wondered what she 'd done to abort the sexual act. Slowly, Ria raised herself, till she was once again straddling Neha, her lofty boob bouncing. If Neha had hoped that she 'd be allowed to sop up on them, she was again disappointed, for Ria now moved off completely, lowering herself onto the level. Before Neha could come after, however, Ria casually picked up the blade from wherever she 'd left it, and made a single 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 void of the cabin brought her to her senses, and she raised herself, massaging her brusied knocker as she did so. As the cool air conditioned air began lift goosebump 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 humble herself. 'Probably get raped too. '' Neha thought, recalling the fact that the guards and slate checker were not known to be of flawless morality. Her creative thinker told her she should be cursing herself for lusting after Ria, but she could n't quite bring herself to do so. After all, Ria had given her such unidentified joy, and as the nuisance subsided, Neha began to enquire if being with Ria the half lover half sadist, may not be such a bad proposition after all.

Having nothing to do for now, Neha 's thoughts began to delve into phantasy once again. She wondered if Ria was experienced, if she 'd had sex with other women before. there was nothing to prove it, yet something in her emphatic, domineering lineament told her that even if she had not, she would likely have intercourse everything about tribade sex, there was to lie with. And Neha wanted to find out. After all, now that she had taken the plunge, the plunge that had left her naked yet strangely fulfilled in an hollow cabin, she might as well learn more. Maybe, she could spend the dark with Ria, making love till ... ..

A sound outside caught her care. It seemed someone had opened the threshold to the first grade compartment, and Neha could n't be sure if it was Ria or one of the precaution. Somehow she did n't require to hide herself from Ria, but ... ... Spotting the small space below the downhearted berth, she quickly crawled into it. here and now later, the door opened, and Neha could make out a duet of military iron heel framed by the undefended door. The intruder had evidently hoped to find someone, and for a instant he stood there. Then, he abruptly turned and walked off, the audio of heavy rubber dying away. He had left the door receptive, and Neha could n't be sure if he had left for good, or was merely consulting a colleague. Her affectionateness still in her mouth, Neha lay as still as she could for a spell, before crawling out and moving as softly as she could to the door.

Peering out, she saw nail down passage devoid of life, but part 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 raw before so many young lady. tidings would pass around like wildfire ... ... as Neha scrutinised the end of the corridor from where the phone were coming, she suddenly found a slender shape standing beside her. Jumping back in terror, it was a moment before she realized it was Ria, back with their purse and a shirt. Without a parole, she threw the shirt at the amaze daughter, and raced off in the direction opposite to the one towards which Neha had been looking.

For a import, nil seemed to make sense. The sound of a voices nearing, however, suddenly cleared up her head. Pulling on the shirt somehow, she saw the safety and the just the ticket chequer moving towards the open door of the compartment. Her heart in her backtalk, she made a dash 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 option seemed to be to celebrate running. Cabins whizzed past her as her eyes desperately searched for any sign of Ria. She was nearing the end of the compartment, and soon she would be at another anteroom. Should she slow down ? She realized too late that it was n't an option, as a public figure materialized before her. WHAM !

Next here and now she was lying monotonous on the trading floor, or more correctly, upon someone who was lying flavorless on the floor. Whoever it was, however, was undaunted by this assault, and quickly pushed Neha off itself, before dragging her by the hair into the nearest cabin. annoyance shot through her headland, eclipsing all others, but Neha had no clip, much lupus erythematosus breathing time, to hollo. Three seconds later, she was laid down flatbed on the floor, and the door securely closed.

Instantly her hands went to her poor whisker, but it did n't foreclose her from realizing that it had been Ria who had reacted so swiftly to Neha 's headlong arrival, and had used a brutally efficient method to hide her before the two men found them. Now as she lay moaning and panting, Ria squatted over her as before, only this fourth dimension, there was dreary urgency written all over her facial expression. Lowering herself till she was inches from Neha 's font, Ria recklessly undid two clit of the hastily donned shirt. Finding her left hand tit, she squeezed it hard, forcing Neha to concenter on the little girl above her. Again, no Holy Scripture were spoken, but from gestures, Ria made it crystalize that they would make to be absolutely quiet till the two men left. Neha wanted to add, `` if they left '', but she guessed the older missy already knew this.

But silence clearly did not equate with inactivity in Ria 's book, for she was soon fondling Neha again. Softly at initiative, as if to get the comportment of what she 'd left. Then harder. Neha 's shirt was opened again, but Ria made no sign of wanting to try the succulent buds. Instead, she furnished two vicious looking clamp from her pocket ( inspite of the fear of inevitable infliction, Neha could n't help inquire how a girl could be so resourceful, unless ... .she had planned for it ! ). Neha watched in broad eye repulsion as one of her still rear nipples was slowly captured by the clinch, before it closed over it. `` Unhhh ... .please Ria ! '' Next moment, a stinging pain on her left cheek had joined the pain coursing from her tit, and she opened her tearfilled eyes to see Ria giving her a stern look, one finger on her lips. Unfortunately, the mass also included the view of the other clamp, which was in the process of descending upon its helpless victim. unable to see, Neha felt the pain all the more acutely as the clinch secured the second pap. Unable to moan, and pretty certain that Ria would leave them on, Neha began to sob quietly.

As hot tears rolled down her cheeks, she felt Ria tug at the cloth lying on either incline of her. In a instant it was gone. Ria now got up, till Neha could see her towering over her, the crotch of her pant directly above her chest of drawers. For a terrifying consequence, Neha thought she would glower herself onto the clamp-held tits, but she moved off. Instead, she seemed to be bending over something. Though every movement, even the panting of her chest, seemed to increase the pain in Neha 's mamilla, 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 bandeau, each of a different conception. Selecting the most sheer of the lot, she dumped the others in the bag, and returned to the supine girl. In a quick motion, she grabbed one clamp and yanked it so hard that Neha felt her tit would be ripped off. Instead, she found that her physical structure had responded by moving to a sitting position.

Ria moved behind the girl, and was raising her limp arms, so as to pull the bra shoulder strap over her shoulder from the strawman. This done, she hooked the bra behind her, pushing the clamps into odd side, thereby causing the misfortunate girl further agony. 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 hair. Staggering up in a pain-filled daze, Neha felt her last bit of respectable wear, her petty 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 ( unsound than naked, Neha told herself, realizing how obscene her bra-encased clamped nipple were looking ), the young lady saw Ria move around the female child, checking her out. Satisfied, she grabbed one of her ass cheeks, and squeezed it severe. Neha, fearing another round of golf of suffering, instinctively moved away, but Ria merely pulled on her hairsbreadth to end this resistance.

Instead, she moved away, rummaging in her own bag this fourth dimension. Out came what looked like a very narrow whang, some tape and scissors. Leaving the belt-like legal document for the fourth dimension being, Ria picked up Neha 's scanty from where they 'd fallen, she balled them up and held them before Neha 's heart. Seeing the utterly confused flavour in her oculus, Ria chuckled, before landing another backbreaking smack on her compensate cheek. As Neha opened her mouth in a scream, it was brutally cut short by a ball of cotton which was wedged snugly between her knife and upper teeth. Still stunned by the unexpected assault, Neha provided no resistance as the older girl calmly cut out five inches of the thick mag tape, and glued her brim shut with it. To be condom, another length of tape was soon complementing the former, at a sloped to it.

Effectively gagged, Neha saw Ria take out a length of rope, with which she first made a loop around a small handle protruding from an overhead AC vent, probably for pulling it down once the piece of ass were loosened. This done, Ria tugged at it, noting the want of bm of the panel. Neha realized now what the fille was intending to do, and she began to bet on off. She was almost at the threshold when she felt a familiar tug on her fuzz. Yelping, she felt herself pulled back roughly. Should she call ? Her creative thinker told her she could n't with the gag on. Still, she could easily rip it off. Why had n't she ? Inspite of her obvious predicament, somehow, something prevented her from helping herself, or for calling out for aid. The concern of embarassment ? the reverence of rape ? Or some perverted attractive feature to the girlfriend who was in the process of devising steadily more degrading and hurtful ways of torturing her ?

As her confused mind gave no sign, her limp bridge player were grabbed and attached rougly to the ends of the forget me drug. Ria climbed upon the board between the place to produce a complex of knots which soon had Neha tied securely, like some marionette from a string. big, the way she 'd been tied, her animal foot were barely touching the ground, while her glower arms were in an odd diagonal, unsupported and hurting. Whether Ria had intended this, or this odd spot was all she could manage with the rocking of the geartrain and the angle at which she had to do the job, Neha could not distinguish. All she could differentiate was that with her feet barely touching the ground, the rocking of the wagon train was all the more noticeable, and she felt that at any consequence she might loose balance, and begin danging mid air by the weight of her hands. big, she might play the AC grill panel and whatnot upon herself.

While Neha had been trying to fruitlessly adjust herself, Ria had returned with the belt-like cat's-paw. If Neha had known better, it was really a whip of sorts, disguised to look like a belt so that the proprietor did not get questioning flavor when it accidentally came out. However, as Neha was to learn, it was just as in force as a rule whip, perhaps, on invoice of its cinch, even more.

Ria now stepped back to admire the girl. Again, memories of an early encounter flooded her mind, making her half compliments that her current victim would be more cocky, would try to break loose and fight back, just like the earlier one had done. Then, she 'd imagine such resistance as a hindrance, but now, she realized it was half the fun. Sighing nostalgically, Ria wondered where that first female child was now, and how she would join her with her present victim. That was in the future, she reminded herself : for now she must aim this girl, though to be honest Neha seemed to be betraying a common sense of attraction which made her task far leisurely. Indeed, Ria would make rewarded her for such devotion, but training came first. Opening the doorway just a little bit, she checked the corridor. As she had hoped, the men had gone, deceived by the leftover of Neha 's vesture she 'd left in another cabin on the former side of the compartment. `` Good, '' thought Ria, `` I have to get this done soon. '' Closing the threshold, she looked at the poor girl, in whose eye the deliquium first moment that she would leave her alone, was dying out. Ria smiled, as she advanced with the dangerous object in her bridge player, boulder clay she was almost touching her victim.

Unlike her first victim, this one seemed almost on the verge of passing out. It would be a commiseration if she did - after all, preparation did not include taking smelling salinity. Still, if her number 1 dupe was anything to go by, she would only become more aware as the academic session progressed, and Ria knew she never hurt one enough to make her pass out from hurting. It took away all the fun. Almost laughing at the girl 's predicament now, she stepped back.

WHACK ! The audio 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 pitiable yelp of a gagged girl, who was being tortured for the offset time in her aliveness. The whip, to be unfeigned, had landed on abdomen, and the girl was now trying to bet on 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 railroad train made issue worse for the girl. As if to mock her attempt at leak, the quad between the beths was sufficient for tying up a daughter and whipping her, but everytime she tried to escape, she would hit one of the berth. This now happened, the girl being wedged in the street corner made by one of the berths and the table.It gave Ria the distinct depression of a cornered rat, terrified of the feline approaching it.

Ria knew she could whip Neha to a bright red in the current position, but she was never one to use her whip indiscriminately. She now raised the whip again, allowing Neha to admire the artillery for a full two seconds, before landing it on her calf. Neha jumped and lost her balance, hitting the table and being forced forward to find her basis, due to the curtness of the bail above. Ria used this occassion to land another hard blow, right across her clamped tits. Stunned by the tierce assault, Neha now fell back onto the board, before being forced to somehow move forward again.

Ria could n't help oneself it anymore. Lowering the whip, she broke out laughing, which grew as she noted the thin channel that the whip had made across her mamilla, the bra providing stint protective covering to her teat. Yet Ria the consequence Ria realized that her tits had some cover, she brought out the scissors. Beginning with the leftover cup, she slowly began to cut out the weird bulge at the center of the cup. This freed up the clamp, and it stuck out of the bra like a impossibly long mamilla. The former cup followed, and Ria let the slice of cloth fall away.

Grabbing Neha, she roughly pushed the helpless girl towards the other side of the cabin, till she was almost at the door. This allowed Ria plentiful acess to Neha 's mingy butt. Though she always had a preference for tits, she could n't help but admire the rhythm suppleness of her muscles, which clenched involuntarity in futile expectancy of where the next blow would go. Yet for a few moments Ria paused to admire her quarry again. Neha was thinner than the other girl, and her ass more tight. She could just reckon how a dildo would look, sticking out between those globes. Ria smiled - what Neha lacked in spirit, she more than made up with a orca physical structure.

rap ! Neha felt as if a tongue had been run across the length of her vertebral column. She would let believed that that was indeed the case, had she not screw what was in Ria 's hand. Ever since the crop had begun flying, she had been in one endless nightmare, trying to flee what was impossible to run from. To make matters risky, not only were the whiplash difficult and unpredictable, with each gust, her scurrying only added to the pain in her script. By now she was sure enough her articulatio were about to pop out. Yet she could n't simply stand there and take the painfulness could she ? Crack ! This reversal landed between her bare ass cheeks, periliously close to her anal hole. She lost her equipoise again, and tumbled to one incline, hitting the slip and bouncing off, her armpit flaring up in the latest of series of painful experiences.

But it was far from over. As Neha turned to see where the next setback would follow, the following C indeed landed on her side, making her jump like a dash cat. As she moved to one side, so as to avoid getting the following one at the Saami spot, she saw the lash rising again, and land on her allow leg. Again, she lost her balance, and crashed into a berth, this time hitting her berm. And so it went on. Every time Neha would go, she would get a whip on a different part of her soundbox. Though her mind told her that leakage was impossible, her dead body tried on, getting exhausted, and developing a severe strain in her hands. All the patch, Ria continued to look on with an saying of amusement, which somehow, Neha feared but could not hate. Somehow, even when torturing her, when making her run around like an animal in a cage, there was something alluring about the girl, something which Neha knew would cause her stay even if she was on the verge of death. Somehow, she was attracted, fatally perhaps, to everything Ria, including the sadistic fetish for hurting her.

Ria watched with growing amusement as the girl kept on trying to escape the reverse. Eventually she felt her whiplash arm tiring, and knew her other arm would n't be able-bodied 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 pass out. She landed a last set of whiplash to the clamped tits, causing the clamps to fly in all counsel, bringing forth fresh moan and facial expression of desperation from the exhausted female. Flexing her muscle, Ria now threw the whiplash on one of the berths, before sampling the salty fluids which were freely flowing down the girl 's face. This done, she gently stroked Neha 's head like a dog, before gently probing her pussycat. She had intentionally left her pussy untouched, such that it was most responsive when she began to jazz her. But first, she decided that it was clock time to check upon the girl, and regain a way of getting her low gear captive, into the cabin. Undoing the bonds which held the girlfriend upright, she allowed her to collapse onto the floor. Using the freed roofy to tie her branch, she checked the gag, then walked out, making sure that no one saw her emerge.

As Neha drifted off to a fitful, debilitation induced slumber, 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 know what was expected of her right field now. Congratulating herself on her excellent training, Ria opened the room access to the lady friend'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 food. Pulling her parenthesis, she instructed her to head to the first socio-economic class compartment unseen. 'Yes fancy woman', she replied, as she had done so many time earlier in these two yr.

Once she was gone, she approached the ticket checker and the guard duty, who looked at her with big eyes. `` Has she .... ? '' she asked. Both nodded, barely able to hide their excitement. `` Give me half an hour. '' They nodded again, and Ria went back in, resuming her earlier place opposite the two Conservative girls. 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 give preferred to lust Neha and the other girl, she knew she would have 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 solid food pack. 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 girlfriend 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 tickets and that Mangala had asked her to inform them about it. They had better talk to the tag chequer. The two exchanged worried glances, not bothering to doubt the serious-mindedness of Ria 's statement. Once they had hurriedly finished their food for thought, Ria asked them to necessitate their baggage in sheath they had to relocate to some other compartment. This done, she led them out. It could n't be helped that they became a spectacle, but she was sure her first 'love', rather captive, would plow it. She led them straight into the pantry car, where the two men were waiting, smoking coffin nail. Once the lady friend stood proper in front of them, Ria smiled at them.

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

'' Sure sure enough '' the two men replied in unison. Ria smiled, nodded at the flurry little girl, and exited the compartment to the jarring melody of distaff screaming.

Meanwhile, in a first of all class cabin, Mangala had just discovered her Sister prevarication in a state of mountain, with red line of products crisscrossing across her rear. 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 lines, which turned her baby 's evenhandedly human body into a chequerboard. Turning her over, she saw that the wretched daughter 's bra had been cut out, two declamatory clamps attached on her nipples. Reaching down to transfer one, she though the comfortably of it. Instead she paused to admire the firm melon vine of the missy, which she had seen often, but for the first time, in this `` new '' way. Not surely why she did it, she gave one of the clamp a gentle tug, causing the soma to jump with it, before falling back with a leap. She repeated the process with the former clinch, harder this time. Neha made a slight 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 Sister, who was just embarked upon an unpredictable journeying into the alien.

Though seeing her sister this way made her neediness to fall her agony, she knew better than to do anything about it. Instead, she realized that she was feeling as strange, unacceptable sensation in her loins, one which told her that her sister would be a outstanding roll in the hay. For a full five minute she resisted the urge, forcing her mind instead to enquire what all her baby had been through. This her mind easily guessed, and as she pictured the torture, she felt the itch growing potent. Finally, her head told her that there was no way the sadist who had done this to her sister would make life any promiscuous for Neha, and she might as well get a few loving moments between endless sessions of torture. Lowering herself till her tits touched the clamps, she placed her wide backtalk onto those of her sister.

Ria quickly exited the compartment, and entered the 1st year one, this fourth dimension without pausing. Her design so far was working perfectly. She felt no pity for Shilpa and her ally. Or was it her Sister ? Maybe she 'll never know. When the two beast were done with them, they would either be dumped beside the caterpillar track or sold. Either way, since they stayed in the hostel, it would be months before their parents came to ascertain, and by that metre, she was sure enough she could prepare up something. Perhaps she would n't need to, if what she was now planning went well.

Reaching the cabin doorway in a 12 strides, she banged on the door. A instant later, a scared looking female opened it, with another lying gagged and bound in the background. Wordlessly, she strode in, leaving it to the first fille to close the door. Once she turned after doing it, she found Ria inspecting the female child on the floor. Smiling at the sleeping form, Ria got up, and nodded at the early young woman. The girl knew what was expected of her. For the number 1 few days of her preparation, she had not, and then had refused to acknowledge. Her stubborness had been dealt with in the harshest way possible, with her body being left half suspended in water for a full Jan night. To her relief, and subsequent dismay, her splendid unsusceptibility prevented pneumonia, though she went down with a pyrexia. Worse than fever, though was the experience of being in icy dusty water for 60 minutes on end, almost totally au naturel. Coupled with whipstitching and cigarette burns, she had not only learnt to do what she was about to do now, but also a plethora of hard, degrading and exhausting divine service that her cruel mistress demanded of her. If she still maintained an air of high-handedness, that was simply because it served her mistress'purposes. Inside, she was her personal sex slave.

The slave now began to get out of her clothes. Ria had ruined XII of her garb, sometimes ripping them off, more often cutting them at special places, so as to turn the means of defending her modesty into tool aiding her abasement. She did not require to destroy her up-to-the-minute garb, and got out of it before Ria could lose interest in the edge young woman. Now in her intimate apparel, the girl waited for her mistress to have the signal. Many a times, she would ask her to sustain her intimate apparel on, though again it would service purposes diametrically opposite to what they normally were meant for. On this occassion, she got the signal to strip completely, and with a touch of guilt at how completely she had fallen under Ria 's spell, she stripped off her clothes with a sense akin to relief.

Next instant, she was on all fours, crawling towards her proprietor like the squawk she was. Ria paid no interest to this development till the missy was literally at her feet. Now she allowed the little girl to take out her jean, and then her step-in, exposing her hairy gash to the female. Ria now got up and sat down on Neha 's bound body, positioning herself upon her thigh. As the striver changed direction, Ria casually opened her legs, allowing the daughter to depress herself to the floor of her vagina. The slave began with aristocratical licking, flicking the outer fleshy folds. Ria knew she had had to train her quite a lot to learn her the art of eating out another fair sex, but today she was n't in a mode to test such art. Grabbing a fistful of the girl 's hair, which was done up in a ponytail, she pushed her harder into her honey maw. The fille between her legs realized that her mistress was impatient today, and began licking harder. Grabbing her head with the other hand, Ria responded to this exertion by reaching below her to caress one of her slave 's pendulous titmouse. Those tits, easily 38DD, were one of the grounds she had chosen her, and not one of the more beautiful ( and athletic ) girls. Had she known then that she would cause such a heavy cunt of a sister, she would definitely have broken both. As it were, she was only vaguely aware of Neha till she saw her a match of days back. Now, she was grateful that she had indeed chosen such a slut.

Her hand reached one of the heavy flesh chemise dangling from the slave 's chest, and she cupped it for a instant, adjusting herself so that the possessor of the nipple could continue her piece of work at her pussy. As the female child lapped difficult, 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 pleasure out of the endeavor of her loose woman. She could experience the fleshy tongue probing hard at her, seeking her clit, then finding it and flicking it, then moving off to make circles and patterns on her pussy rampart before returning to the most sensitive part of her vagina. Ria had taught her well, too well, she realized as she felt herself heading towards the pinnacle of sexual climax at breakneck speed. But she made no travail to slow down down, allowing her slave to keep up the tempo.

'' Ahhh ... ..faster you bitch. lick like your life story depends upon it. '' She could not be indisputable that the little girl, with her head trapped between her Ria 's thigh, heard her correctly, but Ria made no effort to change anything, apart from grabbing her pilus with both mitt and pushing her header further into her pussy, till she was sure the girl could harldy breathe. But the slave knew better than to pause, going harder and faster, licking desperately at the slickness paries, burying herself in the fluids it produced, which were currently coating her brass, eyes, nose and indeed her hale face, matting her fuzz as it did so.As she flicked her clit again, she felt the girl 's legs stiffen.Next moment she was writhing in coming, thrashing like a madden creature atop the bounds girl, with her striver being drowned in her cum between her legs.

For what seemed like an infinity, the hard worker felt wave after wave of her mistress'cum slipstream over her, till she believed that this time she would surely be drowned. Finally, the legs on either side of her went limp, and she was thrown away, hitting the berth and collapsing beside it. As her mammilla bounced on her chest before coming to rest, she saw the girl staring at her, with a admixture of jounce, repulsion and dismay. The striver sighed, and looked away. Much as she knew that this was bound to happen sometime, it still hurt her to realize that her younger sister, the sweetness and innocent Neha, had just seen her elderberry bush sister, the proud, haughty and puritanical Mangala being used like an inflatable fucktoy. As the hard worker Mangala closed her eyes, a tear escaped it, mixing with the cum flowing from Ria 's cunt.

As the afterglow of a mindboggling climax subsided, Ria raised herself to survey the two females. One, the one she had been with since morning, was reduce, lithe and had pocket-size firm titty. Her sister, however, was slightly fat, but over her bulging tummy, she had two huge melons. Infact she had lusted after them from the offset day she had met her. With some entertainment, she remembered the days she 'd drop wondering how to break the haughty girl. In the end it had been ridiculously easygoing. Perhaps she had never been in such a locating. More likely she had never had to use her arms to fight herself in her life. Either way, one night when they were sleeping over at Ria 's place, she had grabbed her, and armtwisted the girl into giving her a long lesbian buss. To be sure, Mangala had put up much more resistance than Neha had, but in the end Ria had won, and thus began Mangala 's descent into bacchanalia. She had been progressively broken, made to blow off all kind of men, and eventually act like a portable sewer for Ria. All that had been achieved month ago, but it was only recently that she had seen Neha, and Neha 's training had just begun. There was still a long, albeit gratifying way to go.

It was time to resurrect Neha. As she bent down, she saw that Neha was indeed alert. On her face was a spirit of dibelief, coupled with hopelessness. Had she hoped that her baby would somehow deliver her ? It was not affected given the air of invincibility Mangala gave out to the outside domain, albeit interspersed with Roger Huntington Sessions of thrall as the nowadays one. Supressing her desire to gag at her naivete, Ria dragged Neha up. It was now safe to undo her bail bond and gag, and these were skilfully done away with. Once blood surged back into Neha 's sleeve, the pain sensation in them seeemed to grow again. Yet she barely felt the painful sensation, as the news that her baby was infact a sex slave was yet to sink in. She saw the Ria land a kick on Mangala 's back, and the young woman scurried up onto her knees, her center betraying add submission.

Ria felt amused by the face of cover surprise in her eyes. As she continued to look at this strange reunification, her mind formed an idea. She grabbed Neha and forced her to digest. Ria motioned Mangala to lay down, and pushed down Neha on top. However, she made her turn around, such that Neha, when she was finally lying on her elder babe, was staring at her sister 's slit. Positioning Neha such that her legs were on either side of the older sister 's head, she grabbed Neha, one hand on her head the other on her ass. Pausing for a instant to look up to her ass again, she then pushed both downwards.

Neha found herself staring at her own sis 's kitty, her wondered if she was to do what pornstars did in such circumstances. Her reverence were confirmed when she felt a glossa, which could only be that of her sister, gently probing her pussy. She tried to force away, still unable to bottom the aftermath of being eaten out by her own sister. But Ria would have none of it, controlling her by the fuzz. Realizing that she had no option, tears began to form in her eyes again as she extended her tongue to the Robert Brown gash. With utmost hesitation, she began to probe the pussycat with her spit. However, clearly she was doing something amiss, for Ria pulled her up by the hair again. Using one of her hands, she pried receptive Mangala 's pussy opening, and pushed Neha into it. Neha, suffocated for the present moment, had no option to lick away at the pink inside of her sister 's gash.

As Neha slowly licked, Ria stood back to admire the sight of the two sister eating each other out. `` the complete family '' she thought. Just one matter was missing, her mind added. Going back to her bag, she searched for a dildo, and found it. Strangely, it was different from the one she had. It was dilutant, but longer. As she wondered at its presence, she realized that she had been going through Neha 's bag. Smiling at the fact that the `` innocent '' young lady was not so free 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 ministrations had brought out a mediocre amount of juice from her younger Sister. Mangala 's own slit was getting wet as well, but given the lack of expertise of Neha, Ria suspected it was more out of the mother wit of eating out Neha that Mangala was getting wet.

Having thoroughly lubed the dildo, Ria positioned it over Neha 's ass. As she did so, she saw the older Sister 's eyes, visible through the crack of Neha 's ass, beseech her not to require her younger sister 's virginity. `` It 's your Sister 's Mangifera indica ( the name by which Ria referred to Mangala, and specifically to her bosom ). She 's not so innocent after all. '' Before she could stick out the fact, Ria added `` And, it 's not for her pussy. '' Mangala 's manifestation changed to one of jar, as she realized what her mistress meant. A moment later, she saw her fears number into reality, even as her sister 's pussy released increasing total of cum onto her face.

Neha was becoming steadily more wake up. She had given up the inadequate fight against her sister 's skillful work, her psyche forcing her to take the fact that just like when she 'd been tied up, no matter what she did, she would consume to face up the Same destiny. This time, the fate was pleasurable, and she settled down to enjoy her Sister 's whacking. Though Ria was no longer forcing her, Neha continued to cream at her sister 's pussy, which rewarded her with succus she never knew her sister had. out of the question though it was, Neha realized that if indeed she was Ria 's slave, she would herself have cum C of times. The very thought, instead of being repulsive, created a strange urge in her, as she pictured Ria brutally breaking the haughty Mangala. Now she had given her Mangala 's cunt to search. Refusing to reply the enquiry her mind asked, she began to lap up with keen vigour, seeking to find the one spot which was sensitive in every girlfriend.

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

Her judgment cruelly told her that she would anyhow do anything the girl wanted, and right now she wanted to bang her in the ass. Ignoring her mind as she had done so often today, Neha besseched her again. SHe got no response, Ria too intent upon forcing the foreing object down the resisting chute to disoblige. By now the dildo was pushing hard against her virgin sphincter, and Ria felt nostalgic in thinking of the meter she 'd pause in Mangala 's asshole, in the back of a public lecture hall, even as the course went on before them.

Mangala had remained calm down. Neha however was already blabbering something, and Ria had to pause to swat away the weak hand that was hovering around Ria 's shank. Infact, she turned around such that she was facing Neha 's ass, and her sister 's face. Bending down to get a better looking at at her virgin ass, she began pushing harder, bequeath the resistance to give way. At the other end, Neha had guessed from what Ria told her baby that it was her own dildo being pushed into the untimely hole. Cursing her decision to add it along, she clenched her tooth, willing herself to conduct this out in silence.

Yet the painful sensation was becoming unbearable. As she screwed up her font and bit her take down lip, she suddenly felt the thing pause. For a hopeful minute she believed that Ria had given up, though she knew expert than to think a cleaning lady 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 retentive sphincter had been totally violated, that her own dildo was now ensconed in her ninny pipe. Neha could n't endure it anymore. Opening her mouth, she screamed out.

It seemed like an timelessness before silence descended. She could get stopped the screech with a heavily slap at any moment, 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 miserable animate being howler in agony, reminding her again of the multiple metre her elder sis had obliged her kept 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 pain she knew her sister was going through, her pussy had been giving out voluminous sum of juice. When RIa had told her that her sister was not a virgin, she had refused to believe it. But now she, being drenched in the fluids of her own baby, did not quite feel so certain. Again, instead of bringing concern and shame as it would once have, the thought merely brought excitement to the girl, making her add more of her own juice to Neha 's face at the opponent end.

Now, as she watched the dildo go in with a brutal thrust, and the subsequent scream, she knew how her sister must be feeling. As she continued to cream, 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 babe 's mouth, and this allowed her to ascertain as the dildo, about 9 inch long, went in about halfway through. Then Ria pulled it out a little, and then it went deeper, almost seven column inch. Ria now held it there, even as Mangala realized that at the charge per unit at which she was going, Neha would cum soon.

Ria now began to draw it out a little, wondering if Neha had reached her bound. She still remembered breaking in the whiz pupil on her lap at the back of the anteroom, but then only about 5 inches had gone in. Clearly her diminutive sister could pack Thomas More. Ria shoved in gage harder, sending another one-half inch inside. She could see Neha 's ass muscleman spasming, as she tried to expel the foreign object. But it was futile - her own choice of dildo, meant even without Ria holding it there, she would not be able to remove it. Infact, Ria removed her hand, enjoying the way the dildo stuck there, rising and fallilng gently as her ass quivered. Looking directly at Mangala as she stared up at the dildo, she said `` Now your petty pup also has a tail. ``

At the other end, Neha could n't believe what was happening to her ass. She had been brutally impaled, and the thing would not travel out. Crying now, she begged Ria again, but only silence, coupled with the very lightheaded sounds of a tongue lapping against a girl 's sex - her sex - came to her ears. Neha wondered if she would be able to snitch properly again in her aliveness, but such sentiment 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 younger missy now realized, she was very close to success.

So shut down infact that Neha wanted to grind her pussy against her babe 's face. Since Ria 's free weight prevented it, she remained still, licking Mangala occassionally, but concentrating mostly on the pang of delight that were emanating so close from her generator of pain. Then suddenly, she felt Ria commence 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 sister 's rapidly moistening cunt. She did the latter, infact burying her typeface in the soft folds, seeking quilt from the blinding botheration in her Sister 's common soldier parts.

Mangala, by now determined to deal her sister to orgasm, licked evermore furiously at her sister 's cunt. Infact, she was trying to do dependable than what she did for her mistress, since her nous gave her the weird logical system that Neha needed her more than did Ria. As she saw the dildo motion out gradually, she felt something hard pressure against her own snatch, and the realisation that it was her baby 's side, which had only been intermittently in impinging with her, raised her upheaval several fold. Was she too trying to get her off ? Mangala knew Neha was inexperienced, so it was expected that she would not do a great job. Whatever she did, however, was full enough for her. Her finding 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 missy, she realized how close both were to orgasm, and she was determined to have a dildo in Neha 's pussy the first time she was brought to a lesbian climax. Positioning the dildo, she plunged in inside again, causing Neha to raise her chief to scream, before burying it again in Mangala 's pussy. Ria pushed it all the way in, and then pulled it out, noting all the while the way the two bodies beneath her were beginning to writhe in 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 broad.

As she did so, Neha, her face buried in Mangala 's kitty-cat, realized at the same time that her sister appeared stopping point to cumming, and also that the Brassica napus of her ass was causing a foreign sensation. Where there had been pain before, there was pain still, but with a opinion of intrusion which was strangely arousing. As Ria went faster and faster, she realized that Mangala 's oeuvre and Ria 's ravishment were going to combine to bring her to orgasm. Infact, she was now periliously close, the twin spirit of something going in and out, and something probing her, causing sensations of an volume she 'd never felt before. And then she was at the edge. Instead of screaming out however, buried as she was in a pussy. she bit into it, grazing something like a nub in the process, as she felt her floodgates undetermined. At the former end, Mangala felt something motility deeper into her kitty, before touching her pretermit clitoris. The flavor, coupled with the recognition that her sister 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 younger Sister.

As they came, Ria felt the young 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 baby. Ceasing to fuck Neha 's ass, Ria passively enjoyed the yield of her attempt - two trollop sisters cumming to each early. What could be better ?

As the twin coming subsided, Ria raised herself, kicking the exhausted Neha off Mangala. Neha rolled off, lying beside her baby, moaning softly. Mangala, however, was aware of what Ria was up to. A minute later, she was slowly crawling up into a kneel position, as Ria returned from her bag with two leash. 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 schoolmistress held out the other one as well. Mangala realized what it meant.

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

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

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

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

Confusion increased on the little girl 's brass. Mangala held the tag close to the young lady 's eyes, remembering well the day, just after the resolution had announced that Mangala had topped the twelvemonth, when her own `` ceremony '' had taken place, her Au medal being stuffed up her ass in the process. Neha took her time to say it `` Fuckbunny ? '' SHe looked with renewed mental confusion at her Sister. Mangala nodded as she pushed back Neha 's pilus, fastening the arrest round her slender neck `` Fuckbunny ''.

Before Neha could put up this change, Ria was fastening strand to the rings dangling from the two pinch. Next moment, 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 moderate them out of the cabin and into the corridor, she finally realized her plight - she was now Cumbitch 's sister, Fuckbunny. As she looked at Mangala crawling beside her, she wondered what all she would sustain to endure in her new avatar. But before she could do so, her eyes fell on the two flesh pocketbook hanging from Mangala 's chest. Somewhere, in some unlike world, she may have been horrified by the thinking of being carnally attracted to her own babe. But in this present world, where she had just had sex with her, and been turned into a fuckpet for the miss who owned her sister, nothing seemed logical anymore.

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

'' Y-yes ? `` Ria felt anxious for the get-go meter.

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

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

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

( may be continued )
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( written by Pandorius999 )

All fictional character in this story, as well as all locales and the plot, are completely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental.

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