`` An unexpected journeying ''

Neha stood in front of the mirror, staring at her flyspeck 5'2 frame, straightening her blue blouse, before moving to the shortstop she had paired with them. Noticing a flimsy defect on the right on leg, she turned to change it, before stopping herself. It was an educational trip after all, that too with her senior sister and her admirer. Dropping the plan to exchange her shorts, she began to go for sunblock to her aspect, preparing for the hot sun that beat down outside.

As she applied the pick generously over her oval-shaped face, before rubbing some more on her forehead and over her palpebra, she again paused to moderate herself out. Barring the fact that she had some whitened chance event of excess cream making not so esthetic lines on her cheeks, she looked pretty much the way she wanted to come out. At 19 and just out of her firstly year in a girlfriend'college, Neha may have some half-baked idea about what the cosmos wanted a little girl to search like, but no one could traverse that she was pretty. If her founding father were to be believed, it was her sweet almond shaped middle, rare for her biotic community, set on a slightly elongated face, with high supercilium and perfect sass, which made her the cynosure of all eyes. That those eyes had hitherto been those of ageing auntie, street ragtag and ofcourse her prude of a baby, was not her mistake. As she adjusted the straight berm length hair's-breadth which completed her visage, she was filled with the all too familiar longing to be appreciated by a man. With her looks, why would n't they ? But start, she 'd have to find a way of evading her sister 's iron hold, something she 'd not yet been able-bodied to do. Sighing, she reminded herself that it was an educational stumble after all.

'' Neha ! '' Somewhere from the profundity of an all too familiar earth, came the voice of her mother. Neha looked at herself once more, then rubbed the sun blocker more evenly over her fount. This done, she headed downstairs, to see Mangala and her friend Ria standing around what looked like their luggage. THeir mother was standing a lilliputian away, by the kitchen rejoinder, asking if they would call for anything else.

'' Mom if I needed anything else, I 'd experience added it already. Now if you 'd do as I asked you to, maybe your girl will be able to just catch the train. '' Typical Mangala. Neha sighed again, as she descended the step. Halfway down, however, Mangala noticed the phantasma, and promptly shifted her ire onto her younger sibling. `` My dearest baby missy, if you could kindly get your things ready instead of staring at your brainpan, we 'd all be much obliged. '' It took Neha a few second gear to register the password cranium, seconds in which Mangala had covered the distance between them, and was pushing her up the step like a discharge of potatoes.

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

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

'' commodity. Extra batteries for the television camera ?'

'' Yes ''

And so it went on, till Neha was quite sure they 'd spend the day checklisting every article in her elbow room. This, after Mangala had personally supervised her packing the dark before. `` What 's that big bulky target sticking out of the haversack ? '' Before she could answer, her sister had fished out her favorite stuffed toy out of the bag, and was holding it like the evidence of some henious crime. `` Did I not specefically ask you not to let in this ? '' Neha gave a heavy look. The teddy flew into the wardrobe, and her sister stomped out. From the stern of the stairs came a footer to take her Mobile River and get her hooey downstairs in five moment. Openly swearing now, Neha finished packing, intentionally placing the toy back in the bag. This done, she picked up her cell and purse, before running a nimble check for anything she 'd left behind. Nothing except ... ..her eyes spotted an elongate object sticking out of her underwear draftsman. On a hunch, she picked it up and stuffed it into her bag. All done, she headed down, wondering if the educational trip 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 more smelly females, all of whom were desperately trying to hide their consistence odour with a change of aromatic 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 Falls than an angel herself, and her sis 's friend Ria. Much to her rest period, Ria proved to be more cordial company. Ria was 21, and easily stood a infantry over Neha. A lifelike athlete and dancer, her figure reminded one of the feature of speech of the female figurines which adorned the bulwark of synagogue. `` 36C-28-40 '' Neha made a genial guess of the girl 's statistic.

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 smiling from the operose little girl. Unfortunately, the smiling only made her look even more like soul 's mother-in-law, and Neha was forced to look away. right hand in front of her, two conservative-looking girls were poring over something in a book filled with act. One of them met Neha 's stare, shifting with disapproval to the shorts she was wearing. Exasperated by the response she was getting, yet fearful of looking at Ria again, Neha moved her head in random focal point for a few minutes. Everywhere she looked however, she was met with inquiring, sometimes disapproving feel. They seemed to say `` What 's your commercial enterprise here kid ? '' They were right. This was a one-third Year tripper, and had her baby not used her influence to get an supererogatory ticket for her, there was no way she 'd have been in the wagon train at that moment. On second thought, maybe getting bored for two foresightful summer months was dependable than going to a lot of rock-and-roll cut caves with a bevy of evil looking girls. And where exactly was her sis ?

Ria seemed to read her thoughts. `` Feeling out of place eh ? It happens. Your babe is engaged with the ticket-checker, probably haggling over something. '' Neha had no option but to depend at her now, and she was again struck by Ria 's characteristic - only this metre, they were facial. Neha noted, with appreciation the fact that Ria too had an oval face, but her eyes were big and round. So too were her lips, the visible light pink on them going well with her twinkle skin feel. Like all girl Neha knew, Ria had smutty hair, made into lock which fell gracefully along her shoulders. Now, as she spoke, she gently brushed one of them aside. Before she realized what she was doing, Neha had reached out and was gently stroking those silky locks.

If Ria found her behaviour strange, she showed no preindication of it. Instead she let her acquaintance 's sister stroke her whisker, running her long white digit through the bleak hatful, gently pulling it till it gave way. Instinctively, she moved one, then all, finger's breadth from the fuzz to the bazaar boldness. Unable to break eye impinging, Ria felt soft digit glide ever so gently over her facial expression, till they covered her cheeks, moving over her olfactory organ towards her os frontale.

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

She did not know how long she kept up the inadequate struggle, but eventually she tired of constantly giving stares which were more in the domain of her sister. Instead, she got up, and without casting so much as a look towards the object of her unexpected affectionateness, she headed towards the toilet. Unfortunately, news appeared to take in travelled fast, for she got inquisitive stares and the occassional giggle from many of the char. Reaching the doorway, of the compartment, she realized it was open, allowing the open up countryside to look sharp by. More importantly, after the suffocating atmosphere of the berths, she found the cool air rushing in from the fields, refreshing. Evidently it had rained sometime in the neighborhood they were passing, and Neha settled down to delight the breeze.

With the breeze however, the thoughts of Ria seemed to regress. What had she done ? On the facial expression of it, all she had done was admire the beauty of a somebody of the same gender. But as everyone in the compartment probably knew by now, the personal manner of appreciation had exceeded the definition of friendly touch by a mile and More. Somehow, she 'd felt attracted to the girl as she 'd not been to any former somebody. Had Ria too admired her ? She 'd always wanted to be admired by a man, but at that bit she desperately wanted to be appreciated by Ria. Unknowingly, she 'd developed a crush on Ria.

As she pondered in depth the developments of the old half hour, she did not notice another public figure emerge behind her, and stand silently for a moment. It made a motion as if it 'd prefer to go back, then stopped. Sighing, it lowered itself beside the retrospecting girl. Getting no reaction from her, she gently placed a manus over the female child 's thin shoulder joint. The girl almost jumped out of the train in surprise, before stammering `` Wh ... .who ? Oh ! '' Her attempt at hiding the electric shock of seeing the very soul she 'd been thinking about, was hardly concealed. Ria gave her a reassure flavor, then settled beside her, admiring the countryside as it raced past them. It did n't help, as she could smell out Neha trembling beneath her. Trying to calm her down feather, she moved closer, till their shoulders met. Now she could feel her entire body vibrating with the tremors emanating from the girl beside her.

Neha felt Ria shift closer. though she now had sizable ground to bet at her, Neha somehow could not convey herself to look at her. Why had she come ? To tell her that what she did was wrong ? Being the sister of the most prudish girl in the world, she 'd hear the lecture a million clock time, and had become resistant to such comments. Still, this was not her sister, but the girl she ... .Neha forced her nous to say the word `` wish '', but she knew her mind had formed a different tidings. A word which Ria seemed to somehow sense, for she withdrew her handwriting. Yet she did not leave, but stayed there, staring straight ahead.

Moments passed. Neha cast a pass off glance at her sis 's friend, who seemed so different from her sister, yet so distant right hand now. What was she thinking ? Neha cast another glance, and this fourth dimension Ria met her gaze. Their oculus 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 eyes blank. Neha continued to stare, unable to go against her stare away from the beautiful grimace before her. Yet she too looked away after a moment, realizing that she had again drifted into grave waters. But, had Ria followed her, even for that narrow fraction of a mo ? Neha could n't tell.

They sat as before, each staring ahead. Yet now Neha had a burning desire to know what the other thought, and raised her heart towards Ria again. Before she could take her in any detail, however, one of the fille from the compartment appeared at the border of her visual modality. Quickly, she looked away, her ears nevertheless noting a giggle from the intruder before she disappeared into one of the toilet cubicles. Neha could not bear it anymore. Seeing no chemical reaction from Ria, she decided to get up, perhaps go into some empty compartment, drop clock time alone. As she tried to get up, Ria suddenly reached out and grabbed her arm.

As their optic met, she saw Ria talk a single Good Book `` Wait ''. Neha settled down again, wondering why she needed to hold back, and for what. Still, this was the 1st reaction she 'd got from the girl after the secondly prurient moment, and she was n't about to disobey. Ria made no encourage sign of knowing her, and as the minutes ticked by, Neha increasingly began to distrust that they were waiting for the giggling girl to provide. Her guess was justly. After an timelessness, the lady friend emerged and headed back, serenading the match with another snicker.

As soon as she was gone, Ria jumped up, grabbed Neha roughly by the arm and with surprise strength, yanked her up. Before she knew anything, Neha found herself flying across the vestibule, into another compartment. This was evidently the inaugural course of study compartment, for on each slope were doors leading into cabins. Ria chose the second, and peered in. It was empty. From the look of things, all of them were empty. Next present moment, Neha felt herself shoved into the cabin, with Ria following, shutting the door behind her.

Ria now turned around, staring at an equally dyspnoeic Neha. For the maiden clock time the two of them were alone, away from all the others. Neither of them made a move, till Neha could take it no more. Tentatively, she took a step towards Ria, her rapid external respiration adding to the sensory faculty of desperation that animated her feature. 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 derriere. To Neha 's surprise, it was not opposite, but beside her.

'' Neha ... .. ''

Neha did n't desire to look. So far she 'd been convinced that Ria had been offended by her overtures, and had come to clear issue out. But if that was the compositor's case, why drag them in here ? This secluded place was less apt for excuse than for ... ..'Neha .... '' Neha could n't comport it anymore. She looked, and was surprised to see a strange look in Ria 's eyes. Before she could realise it, Neha was looking deep into Ria 's eyes again, and this sentence, Ria came forward, till they were correctly beside each other. As if on cue, Neha 's hands moved towards her face, resuming what had been rudely disturbed earlier. This meter however, her hands seemed determined to explore more of Ria 's feminine beaut. Barely realizing it, Neha moved her hand slowly over Ria 's moist lips, gently running over the indulgent petals before slowly parting them with her fingers. Her eyes fixed on Ria, her power digit began to push harder, till it was pushing against a bony roadblock. Harder, and she felt Ria spread her backtalk a small. Warm air wafted out, drifting over Neha 's mitt, causing her finger to push harder, till it was inside her mouthpiece. As it began to research her buccal enclosed space, Neha could feel her desire growing substantial, forcing her to agitate in a second, then a 3rd fingerbreadth. But fingers were not enough.

Her spouse interim, was quicker in analyzing the place. Having been surprised by the lustfulness the younger girl felt towards her, she 'd waited till she could be certain of it. Never the one to approach anyone directly, she 'd played the piece of the surprised young woman to perfection. Now that she could be sure, she felt she could number on ... ..Ria 's attention was distracted by one of Neha 's nails brushing against her sensitive cheeks. Yet the very distraction brought back memories of an former time, with a different person. `` So standardised '' she thought, `` even exactly Saami. '' Suppressing the itch to laughter at the sentience of deja vu, she instead decided that the risks were now minimum. She might as well get on with it. In a moment, she had effected it. Neha 's wet fingers were now in mid air, her body turned around skilfully till it was flat upon the berth. Getting the familiar sentiency of being in control, she lowered herself onto the girl, wondering if she would taste just like ... ...

Her partner, surprised by the sudden passing of ascendance, was soon in the perfect blissfulness of her first gay woman candy kiss. . She now felt sure she 'd always wanted Ria, Ria 's easy lips to be exact. She felt for certain her attractive feature was primordial, something which she 'd not clearly realized. Why how when. Neha 's mind asked in a remote vocalism, one she was familiar with in her little elbow room back home. A room where she 'd longed for a man 's touch. Now ... ..in this alien compartment, it seemed everything had changed. She 'd found pure roll in the hay, and that too in a woman who was her baby 's best friend. But again, did she like ? She did n't gravel to reply. Instead her backtalk pressed harder, taking Ria 's modest lip in an amourous bosom, 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 deeper into Ria 's orbs, asking a million questions and getting what resolution, she knew not.

For the brief of mo, Neha came up for air, before going back to entrance the upper lip. Unconsciously her hand, moved closer. As she continued to osculate, her hands moved into the familiar silken safety of Ria 's mane, stroking it like she would stroke a lover 's. Strangely, Ria seemed to be beginning to respond as well, her eyes betraying a lecherousness that pushed aside confusion, even as her ventilation became faster, seemingly matching the rhythm of Neha 's inwardness.

Yet Ria seemed to want more, and faster. Stopping mid-kiss, she pulled away, and looked deep into the other girl 's eyes. following 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 appendage had penetrated it, pushing past her teeth, seeking her tongue. Neha did n't need to comply : her glossa was found and engaged in passionate drama by the invader. Not bothering to question what had occassioned this change, Neha lay there as Ria explored her mouth, running along her boldness, tooth and what not, even as Neha 's own resident physician 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 view. As the surprised girl raised her head to investigate, she was suddenly pushed down as something soft connected with her neck, moving up and down, running something slippery and warm, planting a thousand kisses on it. Neha raised her hand to hold back this invisible attacker, running her fingers gently through the haircloth which she so loved, as Ria ravaged her neck opening and shoulders as she 'd earlier done with her mouth.

'' Unhhh '' a moan escaped Neha 's mouth, relating to what she knew not, but expressing the deeply desire which was overflowing inside her, demanding that either she or Ria deal her body to a DoS of ecstacy she 'd never before experienced in her aliveness. The drift on her neck stopped, and reappeared on her backtalk, kissing firmly, eager to take in as much of the former as human frame would permit. Neha 's hands now wrapped around Ria 's shoulders, willing her to iron harder against her torso, till they could get one. Ria replied by running her hands through Neha 's pilus, making waves and normal which only served to get her more.

They were kissing faster now, kissing with wild abandon, their tongue chasing each other, flicking and entwining, till one would come up for intimation. And then back again. Neha was now pressing harder into Ria 's rear, digging her nails into the soft flesh, wanting to pull her completely inside. As they writhed, she was also mindful of her breasts mashed against hers. Those double-dyed breasts ! As Ria came up for air, she wedged her paw between their bodies, such that she was now cupping one of her fan '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 titty. Yes they were indeed big, thought Neha ; any guy would die to hold a twain like hers to play with. A consequence later, as Ria began to unhook her bra, she realized that she was the lucky guy.

The fact that Ria made brusk workplace of stripping down to her waist, meant that Neha was now looking directly at Ria 's breasts. As she 'd guessed, they were quite expectant, almost cernuous. Yet, they appeared firm, without any to a greater extent sag than that expected of such orotund globe. better still, as she looked on, she could almost see her nipple growing in sizing, till they were almost halff an inch long. As if to entertain her, Ria lazily raised her arms, till they were interlocked above her head. The drift caused an ever so slight bound in the knocker, but it was enough to have Neha 's lust for those tits uncontrollable. Strangely, Ria lowered her hands in sentence to push her back down.

Instead, she moved her hands up Neha 's body, feeling her soft abdominal cavity, before reaching her teat. Not as large as Ria 's but also firm, they were subjected to some gentle pressure through the indulgent fabric of her dress. Then, as Neha raised her script again, seeking the enticing fruits hanging from Ria 's pectus, she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her chest - Ria was mauling her tits hard.

'' Ahhh ... '' the involuntary moan caused Ria to hesitate for a moment, then resume the cruel squeeze. She now positioned her hands till they were each cupping a tit. As Neha realized that Ria 's hands were just the mighty size for her tits, she felt Ria 's finger's breadth dig deep into the cushy frame, sending pangs of suffering through her torso, along with electric discharge of animal passion. Squeezing money box Neha was for certain her fingers had penetrated her flesh, she held them there, looking deep into Neha 's eye. As Neha tried to focus through the blinding pain sensation, she saw that Ria 's expression had changed. It was no longsighted that of a at sea girl, but one of a hungry female, who was determined to assume everything she wanted from her pardner. And evidently, she wanted it fast.

For the fraction of a secondly, Neha felt the atmospheric pressure on her mammilla relax, then they were trapped in those frailty like finger's breadth again. speculative, she moved her hands up and down, mashind the captive melons against each other, causing Neha to let loose another groan of pain sensation. Again she held it for what seemed like an eternity. Then the fingers relaxed, and Neha lowered her head, hitherto craning upwards to beg mercy of her fan. As relief flooded her tits, she barely heard the bust of fabric. Yet she did notice the coolness of the cabin air on her bare venter, and a present moment later, was shocked to find oneself a sword appear out of nowhere. As her mind became fully cognisant of her quandary, she saw the blade lower itself onto her shoulder, before moving slowly over her pelt money box it was under her bra shoulder strap. She felt a tug against her chest, as if it was being pulled up, then an abrupt release. Her bra strap had just been sliced into two. interchangeable fate met the other strap, and thereafter Neha felt the knife in the vale between her mounds. The sound of fabric being cut met her capitulum, and then cool air brushed across her sensitive pap.

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

As her mind raced, and her affection throbbed in her throat, Ria lowered the knife cashbox it was lying over her left tit. With an verbal expression of eagerness, she began to run the flat of the blade over her nipple, causing the pith to react to the stale brand. The knife now moved from one nipple, over the space between her knocker, to the former. A exchangeable treatment followed, making Neha look that her nitty-gritty would explode in her chest. The knife was now raised, till it hovered once again, this fourth dimension over her face. Neha knew that even if Ria dropped it, Neha stood to lose some part of her face. Her optic fixed on the Damocles'sword, she became cognisant of the mitt on her tit again. This meter it gave a playful squeeze, before reaching for her mammilla. For a bit it lay there, just as the tongue had done, feeling the inclemency of the nipple above a hill of softness. Then it slowly captured the pitcher's mound between two fingers.

Next moment, Neha, fixated as she was to the deadly weapon hovering above her, felt an ague pain at the tip of her tit, which spread quickly over the eternal rest of it, informing her of a new beginning of torturing. Tears welled in her eyes, causing her to vocalize what her soundbox had been screaming in her mind long before. `` Please Ria, it hurts ! ``

Ria merely raised the knife to her own lips, in a motion telling her to ride out placid. 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 wonder if she 'd made a mistake by lusting after this seemingly favorable girl. Did she hate her sis ? Was she taking out all the angst against Mangala on the younger young lady ? Illogical as it may look, it appeared to be the merely explanation, rather the only explanation she could find for the rapid change in her predicament. The other alternative, Neha shuddered to consider, was that somehow Ria enjoyed causing pain.

Ria let go of her tit, only to attack the other, this time twisting her nipple hard, causing Neha to beg with growing desperation. To be honest, she 'd at one clock time or the former masturbated to video recording of female child being punished, and the pain, though great, was something she 'd expected from a less than appease buff. What terrified her, rather, was the fact that Ria was behaving in a sadistic mode, one which told her of groovy tribulation lying ahead.

As she pondered over these, she saw Ria 's capitulum disappear again, along with the tongue. Next moment, she felt something warm enclose her depart nipple. Unrestrained this time, she saw Ria 's mind latching onto the tit, sucking it like it was going to yeild milk. Inspite of the painful sensation ( and she could take a crap out some of the topmost marker on her tit ), Neha could n't help but inquire at the novel sensation that was beginning to trend through her body. Having been freed temporarily ( she guessed ) from any new torture, she became more acutely aware of the soft pull on her breast, which was causing her sexual urge, momentarily overwhelmed by pain, to uprise again. During the legion bedtime visit into the world of her sexual fantasies, she 'd wondered what it would be like to be sucked on by an grownup. Now, it was all coming true, in the strangest of portion, and though she was fully aware that this lull in Ria 's viciousness may be deceptive, she could n't assist but seek more of Ria 's cushy mouth, lapping and sucking at her tumid nub. Finally raising her right bridge player, she placed it gently on Ria 's top dog, and was relieved to find no resistor. Emboldened, she began to constrict her palm harder against Ria 's principal, willing her to suck harder. Ria seemed to comply, causing Neha to go steadily more aroused.

As Ria 's succor continued, Neha 's intellect began once again to think of pleasance, and pleasure alone. She began to crusade her injure breast against her tormentor 's face, raising herself in the hope that Ria would thus get Thomas More of her tit into her mouth. Rather conversely, Ria stopped, raising her head from the girl 's chest. Her eyes disclosed nothing, and Neha wondered what she 'd done to abort the sexual act. Slowly, Ria raised herself, till she was once again straddling Neha, her proud breast bouncing. If Neha had hoped that she 'd be allowed to absorb on them, she was again disappoint, for Ria now moved off completely, lowering herself onto the trading floor. Before Neha could stick to, however, Ria casually picked up the blade from wherever she 'd left it, and made a single threatening motion towards her. In another bit, she was dressing up, and then, she was gone.

Neha lay there, as if she was still under the threat of the tongue. Eventually, the vacancy of the cabin brought her to her signified, and she raised herself, massaging her brusied breasts as she did so. As the cool air conditioned air began raise goose bump across her spinal column, 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 mind told her she should be cursing herself for lusting after Ria, but she could n't quite bring herself to do so. After all, Ria had given her such unknown pleasance, and as the pain subsided, Neha began to wonder if being with Ria the one-half lover one-half sadist, may not be such a bad proffer after all.

Having zippo 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 early charwoman before. there was nothing to prove it, yet something in her emphatic, domineering type told her that even if she had not, she would likely know everything about sapphic sex, there was to be intimate. And Neha wanted to see out. After all, now that she had taken the plunge, the plunge that had left her naked yet strangely fulfilled in an discharge cabin, she might as well learn More. Maybe, she could drop the night with Ria, making love public treasury ... ..

A legal outside caught her tending. It seemed someone had opened the door to the first of all socio-economic class compartment, and Neha could n't be trusted if it was Ria or one of the guards. Somehow she did n't want to hide herself from Ria, but ... ... Spotting the small-scale space below the lower berth, she quickly crawled into it. Moments later, the door opened, and Neha could make out a pair of armed services boots framed by the open air threshold. The trespasser had evidently hoped to find someone, and for a consequence he stood there. Then, he abruptly turned and walked off, the sound of heavy rubber dying away. He had left the door open, and Neha could n't be trusted if he had left for good, or was merely consulting a colleague. Her heart still in her sassing, Neha lay as still as she could for a while, before crawling out and moving as softly as she could to the door.

Peering out, she saw narrow passage devoid of life, but voices in the aloofness. What should she do ? If they ran a thoroughgoing hunting 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 girls. News would circularize like wildfire ... ... as Neha scrutinised the end of the corridor from where the sounds were coming, she suddenly found a svelte design standing beside her. Jumping back in holy terror, it was a moment before she realized it was Ria, back with their bags and a shirt. Without a Word, she threw the shirt at the nonplused girl, and raced off in the direction opposite word to the one towards which Neha had been looking.

For a moment, nothing seemed to lay down sensory faculty. The sound of a vocalization nearing, however, suddenly cleared up her principal. Pulling on the shirt somehow, she saw the guard and the slate chequer moving towards the open door of the compartment. Her middle in her mouth, she made a dash for it. She had no theme where Ria had gone, or where she was supposed to go. All she knew was that she had to get away, and the only option seemed to be to keep running game. Cabins whizzed past her as her eyes desperately searched for any sign of the zodiac of Ria. She was nearing the end of the compartment, and soon she would be at another anteroom. Should she slow down down ? She realized too late that it was n't an pick, as a figure materialized before her. WHAM !

Next moment she was lying flat on the base, or more correctly, upon person who was lying plane 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 near cabin. bother stab through her head, eclipsing all others, but Neha had no time, much lupus erythematosus breath, to scream. Three second later, she was laid down flatcar on the floor, and the doorway securely closed.

Instantly her paw went to her piteous hair, but it did n't forbid her from realizing that it had been Ria who had reacted so swiftly to Neha 's headlong arrival, and had used a brutally effective method to hide out her before the two men found them. Now as she lay moaning and heaving, Ria squatted over her as before, only this meter, there was depressed urgency written all over her typeface. Lowering herself till she was inch from Neha 's face, Ria recklessly undid two buttons of the hastily donned shirt. Finding her left hand tit, she squeezed it operose, forcing Neha to rivet on the young lady above her. Again, no countersign were spoken, but from gestures, Ria made it realize that they would have to be absolutely tranquil till the two men left. Neha wanted to add, `` if they left '', but she guessed the old fille already knew this.

But silence clearly did not correspond with inactivity in Ria 's Word, for she was soon fondling Neha again. Softly at first, as if to get the mien of what she 'd left. Then harder. Neha 's shirt was opened again, but Ria made no signboard of wanting to taste the succulent buds. Instead, she furnished two malefic looking clamp from her pocket ( inspite of the fear of inevitable pain, Neha could n't help wonder how a young lady could be so resourceful, unless ... .she had planned for it ! ). Neha watched in wide eyed horror as one of her still set up nipple was slowly captured by the clamp, before it closed over it. `` Unhhh ... .please Ria ! '' Next moment, a stinging annoyance on her go forth face had joined the pain sensation coursing from her tit, and she opened her tearfilled eye to see Ria giving her a stern flavor, one fingerbreadth on her lips. Unfortunately, the slew also included the view of the other clinch, which was in the unconscious process of descending upon its helpless dupe. unable to look, Neha felt the pain all the more acutely as the clamp secured the second nipple. unable to moan, and pretty sure 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 face of her. In a moment it was gone. Ria now got up, till Neha could see her towering over her, the crotch of her pants directly above her bureau. For a terrorize moment, Neha thought she would turn down herself onto the clamp-held tits, but she moved off. Instead, she seemed to be bending over something. Though every movement, even the heaving of her breast, seemed to increase the botheration in Neha 's tits, she raised herself to see what Ria was upto. She was storm to see her rummaging in Neha 's bag. Eventually, she fished out thr ee bras, each of a dissimilar design. Selecting the most sheer of the lot, she dumped the others in the bag, and returned to the supine girl. In a quick move, she grabbed one clamp and yanked it so tough 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 girl, and was raising her hobble arms, so as to pull the bra straps over her shoulder joint from the front. This done, she hooked the bra behind her, pushing the clamp into odd view, thereby causing the poor girl further agony. As binge now flowed freely down her cheek 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 stupor, Neha felt her last bit of goodly clothing, her slight shorts, 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 obscene her bra-encased clamped titty were looking ), the girl saw Ria move around the girl, checking her out. Satisfied, she grabbed one of her ass impudence, and squeezed it knockout. Neha, fearing another stave of torment, instinctively moved away, but Ria merely pulled on her whisker to end this resistance.

Instead, she moved away, rummaging in her own bag this fourth dimension. Out came what looked like a very constringe belt, some tape measure and scissor grip. Leaving the belt-like instrument for the fourth dimension being, Ria picked up Neha 's panty from where they 'd fallen, she balled them up and held them before Neha 's middle. Seeing the absolutely confused look in her eyes, Ria chuckled, before landing another hard slap on her right cheek. As Neha opened her sassing in a wow, it was brutally cut short by a clod of cotton fiber which was wedged snugly between her tongue and upper dentition. Still stunned by the unexpected assault, Neha provided no resistance as the sr. girl calmly cut out five inches of the wooden-headed magnetic tape, and glued her lips shut with it. To be prophylactic, another length of tape recording was soon complementing the erstwhile, at a bias to it.

Effectively gagged, Neha saw Ria take away out a length of Mexican valium, with which she first made a eyelet around a pocket-size hold protruding from an overhead AC release, probably for pulling it down once the nookie were loosened. This done, Ria tugged at it, noting the lack of apparent movement of the panel. Neha realized now what the girl was intending to do, and she began to back off. She was almost at the threshold when she felt a familiar tug on her hair. yip, she felt herself pulled back roughly. Should she scream ? Her 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 helper. The fear of embarassment ? the care of rape ? Or some reprobate drawing card to the girl who was in the process of devising steadily more disgrace and hurtful ways of torturing her ?

As her garbled intellect gave no signaling, her hobble hands were grabbed and attached rougly to the remnant of the rope. Ria climbed upon the table between the built in bed to create a complex of gnarl which soon had Neha tied securely, like some puppet from a train. Worse, the way she 'd been tied, her feet were barely touching the dry land, while her lower arms were in an odd slash, unsupported and hurting. Whether Ria had intended this, or this odd military position was all she could care with the rocking of the gearing and the angle at which she had to do the job, Neha could not tell. All she could say was that with her feet barely touching the priming, the rocking of the gearing was all the more noticeable, and she felt that at any moment she might free balance, and begin danging mid air by the weighting of her hands. worsened, she might bring the AC grill panel and bric-a-brac upon herself.

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

Ria now stepped back to admire the lady friend. Again, memory of an before skirmish flooded her mind, making her half wish that her electric current victim would be Thomas More cocky, would try to escape and struggle back, just like the before one had done. Then, she 'd thought such resistivity as a hindrance, but now, she realized it was half the fun. Sighing nostalgically, Ria wondered where that low gear girl was now, and how she would connect her with her present victim. That was in the future tense, she reminded herself : for now she must take aim this girl, though to be fair Neha seemed to be betraying a sense of attraction which made her labor far easier. Indeed, Ria would have rewarded her for such devotion, but training came first. Opening the room access just a trivial bit, she checked the corridor. As she had hoped, the men had gone, deceived by the remnant of Neha 's clothing she 'd left in another cabin on the former side of the compartment. `` good, '' thought Ria, `` I have to get this done soon. '' Closing the door, she looked at the piteous girl, in whose eyes the swoon anticipation that she would bequeath her alone, was dying out. Ria smiled, as she advanced with the grave object in her hand, till she was almost touching her dupe.

Unlike her for the first time victim, this one seemed almost on the verge of passing out. It would be a pity if she did - after all, preparation did not let in taking smelling salts. Still, if her first victim was anything to go by, she would only become more cognisant as the session progressed, and Ria knew she never hurt one sufficiency to make her pass out from pain. It took away all the fun. Almost laughing at the miss 's plight now, she stepped back.

whack ! The sound of the whip whistling through the air, before landing hard on a prisoner 's delicate body, was something Ria always relished. She relished even more the pathetic yelp of a gagged girl, who was being tortured for the first metre in her lifespan. The whip, to be true up, 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 space without leaving the ground. The rocking of the gear made issue worse for the girl. As if to mock her endeavor at escape, the space between the beths was sufficient for tying up a girl and whipping her, but everytime she tried to escape, she would hit one of the berths. This now happened, the girl being wedged in the turning point made by one of the berths and the table.It gave Ria the clear-cut impression of a cornered rat, terrified of the felid approaching it.

Ria knew she could worst Neha to a bright red in the electric 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 moon two seconds, before landing it on her calf. Neha jumped and lost her balance, hitting the table and being forced forward to regain her foothold, due to the curtness of the adhesion above. Ria used this occassion to land another severely reverse, compensate across her clamped tits. Stunned by the one-third assault, Neha now fell back onto the mesa, before being forced to somehow move forward again.

Ria could n't serve it anymore. Lowering the whip, she broke out laughing, which grew as she noted the thin line that the whip had made across her tits, the bra providing short protection to her tits. Yet Ria the moment Ria realized that her tits had some concealment, she brought out the scissor hold. Beginning with the unexpended cup, she slowly began to cut out the Weird bulge at the centre of attention of the cup. This freed up the clamp, and it stuck out of the bra like a impossibly foresighted tit. The other cup followed, and Ria let the pieces of cloth fall away.

Grabbing Neha, she roughly pushed the incapacitated young woman towards the early side of the cabin, till she was almost at the doorway. This allowed Ria sizeable unity to Neha 's tight backside. Though she always had a preference for mammilla, she could n't help oneself but admire the round pliantness of her muscles, which clenched involuntarity in futile anticipation of where the next coke would go. Yet for a few import Ria paused to admire her quarry again. Neha was thinner than the other girl, and her ass more than tight. She could just imagine how a dildo would look, sticking out between those Earth. Ria smiled - what Neha lacked in tone, she Thomas More than made up with a killer soundbox.

Whack ! Neha felt as if a knife had been run across the length of her back. She would suffer believed that that was indeed the case, had she not have a go at it 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 inconceivable to run from. To make matters worse, not only were the cilium operose and unpredictable, with each blow, her scurrying only added to the pain in her hands. By now she was sure her join were about to pop out. Yet she could n't simply stomach there and drive the infliction could she ? Crack ! This blow landed between her bare ass impertinence, periliously close to her anal retentive jam. She lost her proportion again, and tumbled to one slope, hitting the berth and bouncing off, her armpit flaring up in the latest of series of dreadful experiences.

But it was far from over. As Neha turned to see where the next puff would arrive, the following blow indeed landed on her English, making her leap like a scare off cat. As she moved to one face, so as to nullify getting the next one at the Same spot, she saw the whip wage increase again, and domain on her go forth leg. Again, she lost her balance, and crashed into a position, this time hitting her berm. And so it went on. Every prison term Neha would move, she would get a whiplash on a different part of her dead body. Though her brain told her that escape was impossible, her torso tried on, getting exhausted, and developing a terrible melodic phrase in her hired hand. All the while, Ria continued to look on with an saying of entertainment, which somehow, Neha feared but could not hate. Somehow, even when torturing her, when making her run around like an animal in a cage, there was something alluring about the female child, something which Neha knew would make her stay even if she was on the threshold of end. Somehow, she was attracted, fatally perhaps, to everything Ria, including the sadistic fetich for hurting her.

Ria watched with growing amusement as the young woman kept on trying to bunk the blows. Eventually she felt her whip arm tiring, and knew her other arm would n't be able to whip her one-half as well. Neha too seemed to be tiring, and Ria realized that she might either do permanent legal injury to her even handwriting, or may lead out. She landed a final set of lashes to the clamped mammilla, causing the clamps to fly in all counseling, bringing forth fresh groan and looks of desperation from the worn-out female. Flexing her muscleman, Ria now threw the whip on one of the berths, before sampling the salty fluids which were freely flowing down the lady friend 's nerve. This done, she gently stroked Neha 's point like a dog, before gently probing her pussy. She had intentionally left her puss uninfluenced, such that it was most responsive when she began to fuck her. But start, she decided that it was meter to see to it upon the daughter, and get a way of getting her first captive, into the cabin. Undoing the bail bond which held the girl upright, she allowed her to crumble onto the base. Using the freed rope to tie her leg, she checked the gag, then walked out, making sure that no one saw her emerge.

As Neha drifted off to a off-and-on, exhaustion induced sleep, her tormentor made her way swiftly to the exit of the compartment. Thankfully, no one had locked anything. Even more thankfully, her first enwrapped had probably guessed what was happening. After all, she had followed the instuctions relating to Neha to the missive so far, and would probably experience what was expected of her rightfield now. Congratulating herself on her first-class training, Ria opened the door to the girls'compartment and realized that dinner party was being served. Swiftly, she inquired about the whereabouts of her first gear dupe, and soon found her, overseeing the serving of intellectual nourishment. Pulling her excursus, she instructed her to guide to the number 1 class compartment unseen. 'Yes mistress', she replied, as she had done so many clip earlier in these two years.

Once she was gone, she approached the ticket checker and the safety device, who looked at her with expectant heart. `` Has she .... ? '' she asked. Both nodded, barely capable to conceal their excitement. `` Give me half an hour. '' They nodded again, and Ria went back in, resuming her earlier seat opposite the two conservative missy. They paid no attending to her. Apsara was gone, and Ria stretched herself. Training was tiring, if pleasurable and she was thirsty. Further, though she would sustain preferred to lust Neha and the former lady friend, she knew she would have to smuggle solid food out for them. Thankfully, it seemed that her first victim, who should have by now joined Neha, had anticipated this. Sitting where Apsara had been, were three food packs. Smiling, she hid them with a blanket, before getting on with her work.

'' Err ... .Shilpa ? '' she barely recalled the gens 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 problem with their slate and that Mangala had asked her to inform them about it. They had better talk to the ticket chequer. The two exchanged worried coup d'oeil, not bothering to doubt the earnestness of Ria 's statement. Once they had hurriedly finished their food, Ria asked them to study their baggage in typesetter's case they had to relocate to some other compartment. This done, she led them out. It could n't be helped that they became a spectacle, but she was sure her first gear 'love', rather captive, would address it. She led them straight into the buttery car, where the two men were waiting, smoking fag. Once the girls stood right in strawman of them, Ria smiled at them.

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

'' Sure certainly '' the two men replied in unison. Ria smiled, nodded at the unconnected girls, and exited the compartment to the jarring line of female wow.

Meanwhile, in a low gear class cabin, Mangala had just discovered her baby lying in a State of mess, with red tune crisscrossing across her dorsum. 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 argumentation, which turned her sis 's evenhandedly flesh into a chequerboard. Turning her over, she saw that the poor girl 's bra had been cut out, two large clamps attached on her nipples. Reaching down to polish off one, she though the in force of it. Instead she paused to admire the firm melon vine of the girl, which she had seen often, but for the kickoff prison term, in this `` new '' way. Not sure why she did it, she gave one of the clamps a soft tug, causing the flesh to turn out with it, before falling back with a bounce. She repeated the process with the other clamp, harder this prison term. Neha made a slight apparent movement, and Mangala let go. Instead, she cupped the tit, marvelling at its fulness. No curiosity boys lusted after her - Mangala 's sweet and devoid sister, who was just embarked upon an unpredictable journeying into the unknown.

Though seeing her sister this way made her lack to lessen her agony, she knew better than to do anything about it. Instead, she realized that she was feeling as strange, unsufferable wiz in her loins, one which told her that her babe would be a peachy fuck. For a full five minutes she resisted the itch, forcing her mind instead to wonder what all her babe had been through. This her mind easily guessed, and as she pictured the torture, she felt the urge growing hard. Finally, her thinker told her that there was no way the sadist who had done this to her sister would make life any easier for Neha, and she might as well get a few loving present moment between sempiternal school term of torture. Lowering herself till her tit touched the clamp, she placed her full sassing onto those of her sister.

Ria quickly exited the compartment, and entered the low social class one, this meter without pausing. Her programme so far was working perfectly. She felt no pity for Shilpa and her admirer. Or was it her Sister ? Maybe she 'll never cognise. When the two brutes were done with them, they would either be dumped beside the cart track or sold. Either way, since they stayed in the lodge, it would be month before their parents came to check, and by that time, she was sure she could manipulate up something. Perhaps she would n't need to, if what she was now planning went well.

Reaching the cabin door in a dozen strides, she banged on the door. A mo later, a scare off looking female opened it, with another lying gagged and bound in the screen background. Wordlessly, she strode in, leaving it to the first little girl to close the doorway. Once she turned after doing it, she found Ria inspecting the girl on the story. Smiling at the sleeping chassis, Ria got up, and nodded at the other miss. The young lady knew what was expected of her. For the first few days of her grooming, she had not, and then had refused to have sex. Her stubborness had been dealt with in the coarse way possible, with her body being left one-half suspended in pee for a wide Jan dark. To her relief, and subsequent dismay, her splendid immunity prevented pneumonia, though she went down with a fever. risky than febrility, though was the experience of being in icy coldness weewee for hours on end, almost totally au naturel. Coupled with debacle and butt burns, she had not only get wind to do what she was about to do now, but also a overplus of unmanageable, degrading and exhausting service of process that her cruel schoolma'am demanded of her. If she still maintained an air of haughtiness, that was simply because it served her mistress'purposes. Inside, she was her personal sex slave.

The slave now began to get out of her dress. Ria had ruined dozens of her apparel, sometimes ripping them off, more often cutting them at special blank space, so as to turn over the means of defending her modesty into instruments aiding her humiliation. She did not want to destruct her latest frock, and got out of it before Ria could lose sake in the bound young lady. Now in her lingerie, the girl waited for her mistress to impart the signal. Many a times, she would ask her to keep her lingerie on, though again it would serve purpose diametrically opposite to what they normally were meant for. On this occassion, she got the signal to strip completely, and with a feeling of guilty conscience at how completely she had fallen under Ria 's magic spell, she stripped off her clothes with a sense akin to relief.

Next jiffy, she was on all quadruplet, crawling towards her owner like the bitch she was. Ria paid no interest group to this ontogenesis till the girl was literally at her substructure. Now she allowed the girl to slay her jean, and then her scanty, exposing her hairy slash to the female person. Ria now got up and sat down on Neha 's bound body, positioning herself upon her second joint. As the slave changed direction, Ria casually opened her legs, allowing the girl to bring down herself to the level of her vagina. The slave began with docile licking, flicking the outer fleshy plication. Ria knew she had had to school her quite a lot to instruct her the art of eating out another woman, but today she was n't in a modality to examine such art. Grabbing a handful of the daughter 's hair, which was done up in a ponytail, she pushed her harder into her love fix. The girl between her pegleg realized that her kept woman was impatient today, and began licking harder. Grabbing her foreland with the other mitt, Ria responded to this effort by reaching below her to fondle one of her slave 's drooping tits. Those tits, easily 38DD, were one of the intellect she had chosen her, and not one of the more beautiful ( and athletic ) fille. Had she known then that she would receive such a great pussy of a baby, she would definitely have broken both. As it were, she was only vaguely aware of Neha boulder clay she saw her a twosome of days back. Now, she was grateful that she had indeed chosen such a slut.

Her hand reached one of the toilsome physique sacks dangling from the slave 's bureau, and she cupped it for a consequence, adjusting herself so that the owner of the tits could remain her work at her cunt. As the little girl lapped heavy, she squeezed the tit hard, finding the elongated mammilla easily. Taking it between her quarter round and index, she twisted it cruelly, causing the slut to pant into her pussy. Laughing, she released the tit, focussing on getting maximal joy out of the efforts of her slut. She could sense the fleshy knife probing hard at her, seeking her clit, then finding it and flicking it, then moving off to make rotary and rule on her pussy walls before returning to the most sensitive share of her vagina. Ria had taught her well, too well, she realized as she felt herself heading towards the pinnacle of coming at breakneck fastness. But she made no effort to slow down, allowing her slave to maintain up the tempo.

'' Ahhh ... ..faster you bitch. Lick like your life depends upon it. '' She could not be sure that the missy, with her head trapped between her Ria 's thigh, heard her correctly, but Ria made no campaign to change anything, apart from grabbing her hair with both hands and pushing her head further into her pussycat, till she was sure the missy could harldy breathe. But the slave knew better than to intermit, going harder and faster, licking desperately at the slick magazine walls, burying herself in the fluids it produced, which were currently coating her cheeks, center, nose and indeed her unanimous facial expression, matting her hair as it did so.As she flicked her clitoris again, she felt the young woman 's legs stiffen.Next moment she was writhing in coming, thrashing like a crazed creature atop the bound little girl, with her slave being drowned in her cum between her branch.

For what seemed like an infinity, the hard worker felt wave after wave of her mistress'cum wash over her, till she believed that this time she would surely be drowned. Finally, the wooden leg on either side of her went hitch, and she was thrown away, hitting the berth and collapsing beside it. As her tits bounced on her thorax before coming to rest, she saw the girl staring at her, with a mix of shock, repulsion and dismay. The slave sighed, and looked away. a lot as she knew that this was bound to happen sometime, it still hurt her to realize that her younger sis, the sweet and free Neha, had just seen her elder sis, the proud, haughty and prudish Mangala being used like an inflatable fucktoy. As the slave Mangala closed her eyes, a tear escaped it, mixing with the cum flowing from Ria 's pussy.

As the afterglow of a mindboggling orgasm subsided, Ria raised herself to view the two female person. One, the one she had been with since morning, was reduce, lithe and had small unfaltering knocker. Her sister, however, was slightly fat, but over her bulging potbelly, she had two huge melon vine. 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 lady friend. In the end it had been ridiculously wanton. Perhaps she had never been in such a position. More likely she had never had to use her arms to defend herself in her lifetime. Either way, one Nox when they were sleeping over at Ria 's place, she had grabbed her, and armtwisted the girl into giving her a farsighted lesbian osculation. To be sure as shooting, Mangala had put up much more resistance than Neha had, but in the end Ria had won, and thus began Mangala 's declination into debauchery. She had been progressively broken, made to suck off all kind of men, and eventually act like a portable toilet for Ria. All that had been achieved months ago, but it was only recently that she had seen Neha, and Neha 's grooming had just begun. There was still a long, albeit pleasurable way to go.

It was time to raise Neha. As she bent down, she saw that Neha was indeed awake. On her face was a facial expression of dibelief, coupled with hopelessness. Had she hoped that her Sister would somehow rescue her ? It was not unnatural given the air of invincibility Mangala gave out to the outside world, albeit interspersed with sessions of slavery as the present one. Supressing her desire to laugh at her naivete, Ria dragged Neha up. It was now good to untie her chemical bond and gag, and these were skilfully done away with. Once blood surged back into Neha 's blazon, the hurting in them seeemed to uprise again. Yet she barely felt the pain, as the newsworthiness that her Sister was infact a sex slave was yet to sink in. She saw the Ria landed estate a kick on Mangala 's back, and the girlfriend scurried up onto her knees, her eyes betraying total submission.

Ria felt amused by the look of go on surprise in her eye. As she continued to expect at this strange reunion, her mind formed an estimate. She grabbed Neha and forced her to stomach. Ria motioned Mangala to lay down, and pushed down Neha on top. However, she made her bout around, such that Neha, when she was finally lying on her elderberry bush Sister, was staring at her sister 's pussy. Positioning Neha such that her legs were on either side of the sure-enough sis 's head, she grabbed Neha, one deal on her head 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 twat, her wondered if she was to do what pornstars did in such lot. Her concern were confirmed when she felt a spit, which could only be that of her sis, gently probing her pussy. She tried to extract away, still ineffective to bottom the issue of being eaten out by her own Sister. But Ria would give none of it, controlling her by the hair. Realizing that she had no option, tear began to form in her center again as she extended her clapper to the Brown University slash. With extreme point reluctance, she began to probe the pussy with her tongue. However, clearly she was doing something wrongfulness, for Ria pulled her up by the fuzz again. Using one of her hands, she pried undefended Mangala 's pussy porta, and pushed Neha into it. Neha, suffocated for the moment, had no option to lick away at the pink inside of her babe 's gash.

As Neha slowly licked, Ria stood back to admire the raft of the two sister eating each other out. `` the perfect kinsfolk '' she thought. Just one thing was missing, her nous added. Going back to her bag, she searched for a dildo, and found it. Strangely, it was different from the one she had. It was thinner, but longer. As she wondered at its presence, she realized that she had been going through Neha 's bag. Smiling at the fact that the `` inexperienced person '' fille was not so guiltless 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 juice from her younger babe. Mangala 's own kitty was getting wet as well, but given the deficiency of expertise of Neha, Ria suspected it was more out of the sense of eating out Neha that Mangala was getting wet.

Having thoroughly lubed the dildo, Ria positioned it over Neha 's ass. As she did so, she saw the erstwhile sister 's eyes, visible through the tornado of Neha 's ass, bid her not to take her younger sister 's virginity. `` It 's your sister 's mango tree ( the gens by which Ria referred to Mangala, and specifically to her bosom ). She 's not so sinless after all. '' Before she could digest the fact, Ria added `` And, it 's not for her pussy. '' Mangala 's expression changed to one of shock, as she realized what her kept woman meant. A minute later, she saw her fears turn into reality, even as her sister 's pussy released increasing total of cum onto her face.

Neha was becoming steadily more elicit. She had given up the unequal combat against her sister 's expert body of work, her mind forcing her to swallow the fact that just like when she 'd been tied up, no subject what she did, she would let to present the Sami fate. This time, the fate was pleasurable, and she settled down to bask her sister 's licking. Though Ria was no longer forcing her, Neha continued to lick at her sister 's twat, which rewarded her with juice she never knew her sister had. impossible though it was, Neha realized that if indeed she was Ria 's striver, she would herself have cum hundreds of times. The very suppose, instead of being repulsive, created a unknown itch in her, as she pictured Ria brutally breaking the haughty Mangala. Now she had given her Mangala 's pussy to explore. Refusing to answer the inquiry her judgement asked, she began to lick with swell dynamism, seeking to retrieve the one daub which was sensible in every missy.

However, as she increased her stride, she felt something hard touching her ass. Maybe Ria had kept something there ? She paid little care, knowing that she was doing what her kept woman ( her mind asked again, mistress ? ) demanded. Yet, the thing was beginning to push harder, right at the detail where her arsehole was. It could no longer be a coincidence - the matter, whatever it was, was going to enter her ! She now raised her headland, and found her voice for the number one time. `` Please Ria, do n't put it there ! Please, I 'll do anything. ''

Her brain cruelly told her that she would anyhow do anything the lady friend wanted, and right now she wanted to fuck her in the ass. Ignoring her mind as she had done so often today, Neha besseched her again. SHe got no answer, Ria too engrossed upon forcing the foreing object down the resisting sloping trough to bother. By now the dildo was pushing hard against her Virgo the Virgin sphincter muscle, and Ria felt nostalgic in cerebration of the time she 'd broken in Mangala 's motherfucker, in the back of a lecturing foyer, even as the class went on before them.

Mangala had remained calm. Neha however was already blabbering something, and Ria had to intermit to swat away the weak hand that was hovering around Ria 's waist. Infact, she turned around such that she was facing Neha 's ass, and her sister 's nerve. Bending down to get a better look at her Virgo the Virgin ass, she began pushing harder, willing the resistivity to give way. At the other end, Neha had guessed from what Ria told her sister that it was her own dildo being pushed into the improper hole. Cursing her decision to play it along, she clenched her teeth, willing herself to bear this out in silence.

Yet the pain was becoming intolerable. As she screwed up her face and bit her lower lip, she suddenly felt the matter pause. For a hopeful moment she believed that Ria had given up, though she knew safe than to believe a woman like RIa would give up on anything. She was right. A few moments later, she felt a brutish pain in her ass, which told her that her anal sphincter had been totally violated, that her own dildo was now ensconed in her poop tube-shaped structure. Neha could n't bear it anymore. Opening her mouth, she screamed out.

It seemed like an timeless existence before muteness descended. She could have stopped the belly laugh with a hard slap at any moment, but having gagged the little girl for so long, she had been deprived of the joy of hearing a new slave scream. Now she heard the misfortunate puppet screeching in agony, reminding her again of the multiple time her elder babe 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 sensation she knew her Sister was going through, her pussycat had been giving out copious sum of juice. When RIa had told her that her baby was not a virgin, she had refused to believe it. But now she, being drenched in the fluids of her own babe, did not quite sense so sure. Again, instead of bringing headache and pity as it would once have, the cerebration merely brought exhilaration to the miss, making her add more of her own succus to Neha 's face at the opposite end.

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

Ria now began to pull it out a short, wondering if Neha had reached her bound. She still remembered breaking in the asterisk student on her lap at the back of the hall, but then only about 5 column inch had gone in. Clearly her petite sister could need Thomas More. Ria shoved in plump for harder, sending another one-half inch inside. She could see Neha 's ass brawniness spasming, as she tried to eject the alien object. But it was ineffectual - her own option of dildo, meant even without Ria holding it there, she would not be able to take it. Infact, Ria removed her handwriting, enjoying the way the dildo stuck there, rising and fallilng gently as her ass quivered. Looking directly at Mangala as she stared up at the dildo, she said `` Now your little puppy also has a rear. ``

At the former end, Neha could n't believe what was happening to her ass. She had been brutally impaled, and the matter would not motivate out. Crying now, she begged Ria again, but only muteness, coupled with the very light sounds of a tongue lapping against a missy 's sex - her sex - came to her ears. Neha wondered if she would be able to make properly again in her animation, but such mentation were being periodically interrupted not only by the painful sensation in her ass, but the fact that her babe was carrying on with her labor of taking Neha to orgasm. And as the younger girl now realized, she was very close to success.

So close infact that Neha wanted to grind her slit against her sister 's face. Since Ria 's weighting prevented it, she remained still, licking Mangala occassionally, but concentrating mostly on the pangs of delight that were emanating so close from her author of pain. Then suddenly, she felt Ria begin pulling the thing out, and Neha instantly wished Ria had left it in there. However, all she could do was plead, or gaze blankly at her baby 's rapidly dampening puss. She did the latter, infact burying her face in the soft sheepcote, seeking comfort from the blinding pain in her sister 's private constituent.

Mangala, by now determined to get her sister to orgasm, licked evermore furiously at her sister 's dent. Infact, she was trying to do unspoiled than what she did for her mistress, since her mind gave her the unearthly logic that Neha needed her More than did Ria. As she saw the dildo move out gradually, she felt something hard military press against her own puss, and the fruition that it was her sister 's fount, which had only been intermittently in contact with her, raised her exhilaration 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 keen job. Whatever she did, however, was good enough for her. Her determination increasing as the dildo finally exited Neha with a pop, she licked furiously, enjoying the svelte buckling of her baby 's pussy over her.

Ria, having removed the dildo completely, noted the blood and shit it was covered in. Wondering fro a mo if she should get it cleaned by either of the young lady, she realized how closely both were to orgasm, and she was determined to have a dildo in Neha 's pussy the world-class metre she was brought to a gay woman orgasm. Positioning the dildo, she plunged in interior again, causing Neha to levy her head to scream, before burying it again in Mangala 's kitty-cat. Ria pushed it all the way in, and then pulled it out, noting all the while the way the two soundbox beneath her were beginning to writhe in pleasance. Again the dildo went in, and came out - almost, before plunging in. Now she was moving it out faster, and still faster, drilling that daily round ass to the full.

As she did so, Neha, her face buried in Mangala 's pussy, realized at the Sami time that her sis appeared close to cumming, and also that the rape of her ass was causing a strange sensation. Where there had been pain before, there was botheration still, but with a opinion of usurpation which was strangely arousing. As Ria went faster and faster, she realized that Mangala 's workplace and Ria 's rape were going to combine to bring her to orgasm. Infact, she was now periliously close, the twin feelings of something going in and out, and something probing her, causing maven of an vividness she 'd never felt before. And then she was at the edge. Instead of screaming out however, buried as she was in a pussycat. she bit into it, grazing something like a nub in the process, as she felt her floodgates open. At the other end, Mangala felt something relocation deeper into her pussy, before touching her ignore clit. The flavor, coupled with the realization that her sister had finally found her clitoris, was too much for her. She let out a long moan as her own pussy exploded into the face of her youthful baby.

As they came, Ria felt the young bodies 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 fruits of her efforts - two trollop Sister cumming to each other. What could be better ?

As the Gemini orgasms subsided, Ria raised herself, kicking the exhausted Neha off Mangala. Neha rolled off, lying beside her sister, moaning softly. Mangala, however, was aware of what Ria was up to. A minute of arc later, she was slowly crawling up into a kneeling side, as Ria returned from her bag with two arrest. She held them out to the quondam girlfriend, and Mangala instantly knew which one was hers. Taking it, she obediently fastened it around her neck, such that in front dangled a tag which read Cumbitch. But her mistress held out the other one as well. Mangala realized what it meant.

Taking it, she crawled over to Neha, bending over her. She helped the expel little girl onto her haunches, seeing the flavor of confused lust in her face. Trying to smile as best as she could, she reached out and held the collar before Neha 's centre. Behind her, a articulation came `` WIth proper ceremony Cumbitch. ``

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

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

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

confusedness increased on the fille 's expression. Mangala held the tag close to the girl 's oculus, remembering well the day, just after the results had announced that Mangala had topped the twelvemonth, when her own `` ceremony '' had taken topographic point, her Au medallion being stuffed up her ass in the physical process. Neha took her clip to read it `` Fuckbunny ? '' SHe looked with renewed confusion at her baby. Mangala nodded as she pushed back Neha 's hair, fastening the neckband round her slender neck `` Fuckbunny ''.

Before Neha could endure this variety, 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 lead them out of the cabin and into the corridor, she finally realized her predicament - she was now Cumbitch 's Sister, Fuckbunny. As she looked at Mangala crawling beside her, she wondered what all she would have to brave out in her new embodiment. But before she could do so, her eyes fell on the two flesh handbag hanging from Mangala 's chest. Somewhere, in some different world, she may have been horrified by the cerebration 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 missy who owned her sister, nothing seemed logical anymore.

Ria was almost at the door when she felt a slight tug on her chains. Turning around, she saw Fuckbunny was on top of her bitch Sister, sucking away at those melons. Sighing, she watched for a moment, then tugged both leashes hard. Both daughter gagged, before separating, and crawling back into emplacement. Smiling, she turned around again, but only to find the just the ticket checker standing before her.

'' Y-yes ? `` Ria felt nervous for the maiden sentence.

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

Ria stood there, not sure if she would be arrested or not. She had told them she would be stoned for the night, but things clearly had n't gone that way. THen, her voice 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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