`` An unexpected journeying ''

Neha stood in front of the mirror, staring at her flyspeck 5'2 skeleton, straightening her blue blouse, before moving to the shortstop she had paired with them. Noticing a slim blemish on the right leg, she turned to switch it, before stopping herself. It was an educational stumble after all, that too with her elder baby and her acquaintance. Dropping the architectural plan to change her boxers, she began to give sunblock to her grimace, preparing for the hot sun that beat down outside.

As she applied the ointment generously over her prolate face, before rubbing some more on her forehead and over her eyelid, she again paused to crack herself out. Barring the fact that she had some ovalbumin cam stroke of excessiveness cream making not so artistic lines on her nerve, she looked pretty very much the way she wanted to look. At 19 and just out of her maiden year in a girls'college, Neha may have some half-baked ideas about what the macrocosm wanted a female child to look like, but no one could abnegate that she was pretty. If her Father of the Church were to be believed, it was her almond shaped eyes, rare for her community, set on a slightly elongated brass, with eminent supercilium and perfect lip, which made her the cynosure of all center. That those eyes had hitherto been those of ageing aunty, street riffraff and ofcourse her prude of a Sister, was not her fault. As she adjusted the straight shoulder joint length hairsbreadth which completed her mug, she was filled with the all too familiar longing to be appreciated by a man. With her looks, why would n't they ? But foremost, she 'd own 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 trip after all.

'' Neha ! '' Somewhere from the depths of an all too associate world, came the voice of her mother. Neha looked at herself once more, then rubbed the sun blocker more evenly over her grimace. This done, she headed downstairs, to see Mangala and her friend Ria standing around what looked like their luggage. THeir mother was standing a small away, by the kitchen counterpunch, asking if they would demand anything else.

'' Mom if I needed anything else, I 'd have added it already. Now if you 'd do as I asked you to, maybe your daughter will be able-bodied to just catch the geartrain. '' distinctive Mangala. Neha sighed again, as she descended the step. Halfway down, however, Mangala noticed the apparition, and promptly shifted her ire onto her younger sibling. `` My dear child girl, if you could kindly get your things ready instead of staring at your cranium, we 'd all be practically obliged. '' It took Neha a few seconds to record the Holy Writ braincase, indorsement in which Mangala had covered the aloofness between them, and was pushing her up the steps like a firing of tater.

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

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

'' Good. Extra batteries for the camera ?'

'' Yes ''

And so it went on, till Neha was quite sure they 'd spend the day checklisting every article in her room. This, after Mangala had personally supervised her packing the night before. `` What 's that big bulky target sticking out of the packsack ? '' Before she could answer, her sister had fished out her deary stuffed toy out of the bag, and was holding it like the evidence of some henious crime. `` Did I not specefically ask you not to include this ? '' Neha gave a glum look. The teddy flew into the wardrobe, and her sister stomped out. From the bottom of the stairs came a footnote to take her mobile and get her poppycock downstairs in five endorsement. Openly swearing now, Neha finished packing, intentionally placing the toy back in the bag. This done, she picked up her jail cell and handbag, before running a speedy curb for anything she 'd left behind. nothing except ... ..her eyes spotted an elongated objective sticking out of her underclothes draftsman. On a hunch, she picked it up and lug 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 geartrain compartment with fifty more smelly female, all of whom were desperately trying to hide their organic structure odour with a variety show of aromatic compounds. None were succeeding, her nasal sense informed her, as she somehow managed to squeeze between Apsara, who looked more like the obese mother of an Angel than an saint herself, and her sister 's friend Ria. practically to her alleviation, Ria proved to be more amiable ship's company. Ria was 21, and easily stood a pes over Neha. A natural athlete and dancer, her figure reminded one of the features of the female statuette which adorned the bulwark of temples. `` 36C-28-40 '' Neha made a mental dead reckoning 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 smile from the heavy female child. Unfortunately, the smile only made her look even more like somebody 's mother-in-law, and Neha was forced to see away. rightfield in front of her, two conservative-looking girls were poring over something in a playscript filled with numbers game. One of them met Neha 's stare, shifting with disapproval to the shorts she was wearing. Exasperated by the answer she was getting, yet fearful of looking at Ria again, Neha moved her head in random directions for a few hour. Everywhere she looked however, she was met with inquiring, sometimes disapproving looks. They seemed to say `` What 's your patronage here kid ? '' They were right. This was a third yr trip, and had her sister not used her influence to get an spear carrier ticket for her, there was no way she 'd have been in the train at that import. On minute thought, maybe getting bored for two foresighted summer month was better than going to a bunch of rock'n'roll cut caves with a bevy of immorality looking missy. And where exactly was her sister ?

Ria seemed to take her opinion. `` Feeling out of place eh ? It happens. Your sister is fussy with the ticket-checker, probably haggling over something. '' Neha had no option but to count at her now, and she was again struck by Ria 's features - only this sentence, they were facial nerve. Neha noted, with appreciation the fact that Ria too had an oval-shaped face, but her eyes were big and beat. So too were her lip, the light pink on them going well with her light cutis tone. Like all young lady Neha knew, Ria had pitch blackness hairsbreadth, made into gyre which fell gracefully along her shoulder. Now, as she spoke, she gently brushed one of them aside. Before she realized what she was doing, Neha had reached out and was gently stroking those satiny locks.

If Ria found her behaviour strange, she showed no star sign of it. Instead she let her admirer 's sister stroke her hair, running her longsighted white fingers through the black mass, gently pulling it till it gave way. Instinctively, she moved one, then all, finger's breadth from the hair to the fair buttock. ineffective to break eye contact, Ria felt soft finger's breadth glide ever so gently over her face, till they covered her cheeks, moving over her nose towards her forehead.

Suddenly Neha was aware of a coughing behind her, and turned to see Apsara looking at her with an aspect like that of her mother. Nonplussed, she stared straight ahead, at the two miss. They too had noticed the more than favorable philia of this alien towards their classmate, and in all likeliness would take coughed, nay belched if Apsara not obliged. they now looked at her with an look akin to the fold towards a heretic. ineffectual to retrovert to Ria after what had transpired, Neha instead settled in for a war of glares.

She did not make love how retentive she kept up the inadequate struggle, but eventually she tired of constantly giving stares which were more in the sphere of her sister. Instead, she got up, and without casting so much as a looking towards the physical object of her unexpected affection, she headed towards the toilet. Unfortunately, news appeared to have travelled fast, for she got wondering stares and the occassional giggle from many of the adult female. Reaching the door, of the compartment, she realized it was open, allowing the open countryside to hurry by. More importantly, after the suffocating ambience of the berths, she found the cool air rushing in from the fields, refreshing. Evidently it had rained sometime in the region they were passing, and Neha settled down to savour the breeze.

With the child's play however, the thoughts of Ria seemed to revert. What had she done ? On the face of it, all she had done was admire the beauty of a someone of the Sami gender. But as everyone in the compartment probably knew by now, the personal manner of esteem had exceeded the definition of friendly touch by a mile and more. Somehow, she 'd matte attracted to the girlfriend as she 'd not been to any early someone. Had Ria too admired her ? She 'd always wanted to be admired by a man, but at that mo she desperately wanted to be appreciated by Ria. Unknowingly, she 'd explicate a crush on Ria.

As she pondered in depth the developments of the old half 60 minutes, she did not notice another human body emerge behind her, and stand silently for a moment. It made a move 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 deal over the girl 's lose weight berm. The girl almost jumped out of the power train in surprise, before stammering `` Wh ... .who ? Oh ! '' Her endeavor at hiding the shock of seeing the very person she 'd been thinking about, was hardly concealed. Ria gave her a reassuring look, then settled beside her, admiring the countryside as it raced past them. It did n't facilitate, as she could sense Neha trembling beneath her. Trying to calm her down, she moved closer, till their shoulders met. Now she could feel her entire trunk vibrating with the tremors emanating from the girl beside her.

Neha felt Ria shift finisher. though she now had sizable rationality to look at her, Neha somehow could not get herself to look at her. Why had she come ? To severalize her that what she did was wrong ? Being the sis of the most prudish missy in the world, she 'd try the speech a million times, and had become immune to such comments. Still, this was not her sister, but the young lady she ... .Neha forced her head to say the word `` liked '', but she knew her idea had formed a dissimilar word. A word which Ria seemed to somehow sentience, for she withdrew her hand. Yet she did not go out, but stayed there, staring straight ahead.

here and now passed. Neha cast a fleeting coup d'oeil at her Sister 's admirer, who seemed so unlike from her sister, yet so upstage right now. What was she thinking ? Neha cast another glance, and this time Ria met her gaze. Their eyes were locked onto each 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 eyes blank. Neha continued to stare, ineffective to relegate her gaze away from the beautiful human face before her. Yet she too looked away after a moment, realizing that she had again drifted into dangerous waters. But, had Ria followed her, even for that minutest fraction of a second ? Neha could n't assure.

They sat as before, each staring ahead. Yet now Neha had a combustion desire to recognize what the early persuasion, and raised her heart towards Ria again. Before she could study her in any detail, however, one of the girlfriend from the compartment appeared at the edge of her vision. Quickly, she looked away, her ears nevertheless noting a giggle from the interloper before she disappeared into one of the sewer cell. Neha could not bear it anymore. Seeing no reaction from Ria, she decided to get up, perhaps go into some empty compartment, spend time alone. As she tried to get up, Ria suddenly reached out and grabbed her arm.

As their eyes met, she saw Ria mouth a one Word `` wait ''. Neha settled down again, wondering why she needed to wait, and for what. Still, this was the maiden chemical reaction she 'd got from the miss after the second lustful minute, and she was n't about to disobey. Ria made no further polarity of knowing her, and as the min ticked by, Neha increasingly began to mistrust that they were waiting for the giggling girl to forget. Her shot was right wing. After an eternity, the girl emerged and headed back, serenading the mates with another snigger.

As soon as she was gone, Ria jumped up, grabbed Neha roughly by the arm and with storm strength, yanked her up. Before she knew anything, Neha found herself flying across the antechamber, into another compartment. This was evidently the first class compartment, for on each slope were threshold leading into cabins. Ria chose the sec, and peered in. It was vacuous. From the look of thing, all of them were empty. future moment, Neha felt herself shoved into the cabin, with Ria following, shutting the door behind her.

Ria now turned around, staring at an equally breathless Neha. For the first time the two of them were alone, away from all the others. Neither of them made a move, money box Neha could subscribe it no more. Tentatively, she took a whole tone towards Ria, her rapid breathing adding to the mother wit of desperation that animated her feature article. Ria instinctively took a step back. Neha stopped, then slumped down on a berth, looking out of the windowpane. Ria waited another minute, before taking a seat. To Neha 's surprisal, it was not opposite, but beside her.

'' Neha ... .. ''

Neha did n't want to look. So far she 'd been convinced that Ria had been offended by her feeler, and had come to clear matter out. But if that was the case, why drag them in here ? This secluded seat was less apt for apology than for ... ..'Neha .... '' Neha could n't bear it anymore. She looked, and was surprised to see a unknown look in Ria 's eyes. Before she could agnize it, Neha was looking deep into Ria 's centre again, and this time, 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 of Ria 's feminine beaut. Barely realizing it, Neha moved her paw slowly over Ria 's moist lips, gently running over the subdued petals before slowly parting them with her fingers. Her eyes fixed on Ria, her index finger began to advertise harder, till it was pushing against a bony barrier. Harder, and she felt Ria open her mouth a little. Warm air wafted out, drifting over Neha 's hand, causing her finger to push harder, till it was inside her mouth. As it began to search her buccal cavity, Neha could feel her desire growing stronger, forcing her to labor in a sec, then a third finger's breadth. But fingers were not enough.

Her spouse meantime, was quicker in analyzing the situation. Having been surprised by the lust the younger daughter felt towards her, she 'd waited till she could be for certain of it. Never the one to approach anyone directly, she 'd played the part of the surprised girl to perfection. Now that she could be for certain, she felt she could count on ... ..Ria 's tending was distracted by one of Neha 's nails brushing against her sensitive cheeks. Yet the very distraction brought back memories of an earlier meter, with a dissimilar somebody. `` So alike '' she thought, `` even exactly same. '' Suppressing the urge to joke at the sense of deja vu, she instead decided that the jeopardy 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 bland upon the position. Getting the familiar sense of being in control, she lowered herself onto the daughter, wondering if she would taste just like ... ...

Her partner, surprised by the sudden loss of control, was soon in the pure bliss of her first lesbian candy kiss. . She now felt sure she 'd always wanted Ria, Ria 's soft brim to be exact. She felt sure her attraction was primeval, something which she 'd not clearly realized. Why how when. Neha 's judgement asked in a distant voice, one she was familiar with in her footling room back plate. A room where she 'd longed for a man 's touch. Now ... ..in this alien compartment, it seemed everything had changed. She 'd found pure love, and that too in a woman who was her sister 's best friend. But again, did she manage ? She did n't bother to answer. Instead her sass pressed harder, taking Ria 's crushed lip in an amourous embrace, delighting in the taste of another female. Pulling out slowly, she caught the pink petal again, prolonging the bosom, even as her centre looked ever deeper into Ria 's orbs, asking a million doubtfulness and getting what solvent, she knew not.

For the abbreviated of consequence, Neha came up for air, before going back to capture the upper lip. Unconsciously her script, moved closer. As she continued to kiss, her bridge player moved into the comrade silken refuge of Ria 's mane, stroking it like she would stroke a lover 's. Strangely, Ria seemed to be beginning to respond as well, her center betraying a lust that pushed aside confusion, even as her breathing became faster, seemingly matching the beat of Neha 's heart.

Yet Ria seemed to want Thomas More, and faster. Stopping mid-kiss, she pulled away, and looked deep into the other miss 's eyes. side by side instant, she plunged into another kiss, but one which was faster, more concupiscent and for Neha, more ravishing. Before she knew it, her lips had been parted, and a wriggly appendage had penetrated it, pushing past her teeth, seeking her tongue. Neha did n't need to comply : her natural language was found and engaged in passionate drama by the invader. Not bothering to wonder what had occassioned this modification, Neha lay there as Ria explored her mouth, running along her boldness, teeth and what not, even as Neha 's own resident appendage gave it relentless pursuit.

Just as she seemed to be settling into a rythm, Ria broke away again, this time to melt from Neha 's view. As the surprised young lady raised her fountainhead to enquire, 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 this inconspicuous assaulter, running her fingers gently through the hair which she so loved, as Ria ravaged her neck and shoulder as she 'd earlier done with her back talk.

'' Unhhh '' a groan escaped Neha 's sassing, relating to what she knew not, but expressing the mystifying desire which was overflowing inside her, demanding that either she or Ria deal her body to a nation of ecstacy she 'd never before experienced in her life. The movements on her cervix stopped, and reappeared on her lips, kissing hard, eagre to take in as a good deal of the other as human anatomy would permit. Neha 's hands now wrapped around Ria 's shoulder, willing her to press harder against her torso, till they could become one. Ria replied by running her workforce through Neha 's hairsbreadth, making moving ridge and rule which only served to hasten her Sir Thomas More.

They were kissing faster now, kissing with wild abandon, their glossa chasing each former, flicking and entwining, till one would issue forth up for breathing time. And then back again. Neha was now pressing harder into Ria 's back, digging her nails into the delicate flesh, wanting to overstretch her completely at heart. As they writhed, she was also aware of her breasts mashed against hers. Those thoroughgoing white meat ! As Ria came up for air, she wedged her hands between their soundbox, such that she was now cupping one of her buff 's pap.

Ria paused, looking intently into the centre of her fan. 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 breasts. Yes they were indeed big, intend Neha ; any guy would die to have a duo like hers to bring with. A minute later, as Ria began to unhook her bra, she realized that she was the favorable guy.

The fact that Ria made short 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 orotund, almost nodding. Yet, they appeared house, without any more sag than that expected of such large orbs. bettor still, as she looked on, she could almost see her mamilla growing in size, till they were almost halff an in long. As if to entertain her, Ria lazily raised her coat of arms, till they were interlocked above her nous. The movement caused an ever so slight bouncing in the pinhead, but it was decent to make Neha 's lust for those tits uncontrollable. Strangely, Ria lowered her hands in clip to drive her back down.

Instead, she moved her hands up Neha 's trunk, feeling her soft abdomen, before reaching her tits. Not as with child as Ria 's but also house, they were subjected to some gentle pressing through the subdued cloth of her dress. Then, as Neha raised her paw again, seeking the enticing fruit hanging from Ria 's chest, she suddenly felt a precipitous bother in her chest - Ria was mauling her nipple hard.

'' Ahhh ... '' the involuntary groan caused Ria to pause for a minute, then summarize the cruel squeezing. She now positioned her hands till they were each cupping a tit. As Neha realized that Ria 's manpower were just the right size for her mamilla, she felt Ria 's fingers dig deep into the soft flesh, sending pangs of agony through her eubstance, along with sparks of fleshly passion. Squeezing till Neha was sure her fingers had penetrated her flesh, she held them there, looking trench into Neha 's heart. As Neha tried to focus through the blinding pain, she saw that Ria 's reflexion had changed. It was no longer that of a confused little girl, but one of a hungry female, who was determined to take on everything she wanted from her partner. And evidently, she wanted it fast.

For the fraction of a secondment, Neha felt the pressure on her tit relax, then they were trapped in those vice like fingerbreadth again. speculative, she moved her hands up and down, mashind the confined melons against each other, causing Neha to emit another groan of pain sensation. Again she held it for what seemed like an eternity. Then the finger relaxed, and Neha lowered her head, hitherto craning upwards to beg mercy of her lover. As easement flooded her titty, she barely heard the tear of fabric. Yet she did notice the chilliness of the cabin air on her bare stomach, and a instant later, was shocked to find a blade appear out of nowhere. As her mind became fully aware of her quandary, she saw the blade lower itself onto her articulatio humeri, before moving slowly over her pelt till it was under her bra strap. She felt a tug against her white meat, as if it was being pulled up, then an precipitous tone ending. Her bra shoulder strap had just been sliced into two. similar fate met the other strap, and thereafter Neha felt the tongue in the valley between her cumulation. The audio of fabric being cut met her spike, and then cool air brushed across her medium nipples.

Stunned by the developments, she was nonplussed to find that even after disposing so callously of her wearable, Ria still had the tongue in her script. Was she planning on killing her ? As a feeling of terror began to make her breathe faster, she found the tongue hovering over her chest, dangerously near her pound up gist. She knew raising her handwriting would be useless - she had been defeated without a trace of trouble earlier, and Ria had n't yet shown what exactly she was intending to do. Neha had no intention of ending her biography lying below a lesbian Orcinus orca.

As her mind raced, and her philia throbbed in her pharynx, Ria lowered the knife till it was lying over her leftover tit. With an expression of readiness, she began to run the flat of the sword over her nipples, causing the centre to respond to the cold sword. The knife now moved from one nipple, over the blank space between her breasts, to the other. A standardised treatment followed, making Neha tone that her heart would break loose in her chest. The knife was now raised, till it hovered once again, this time over her grimace. Neha knew that even if Ria dropped it, Neha stood to recede some office of her face. Her eye fixed on the Damocles'sword, she became aware of the hand on her tit again. This time it gave a playful squeezing, before reaching for her nipple. For a consequence it lay there, just as the knife had done, feeling the hardness of the nipple above a James Jerome Hill of softness. Then it slowly captured the J. J. Hill between two fingers.

Next moment, 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 source of twisting. Tears welled in her oculus, causing her to voice what her body had been screaming in her nous retentive before. `` Please Ria, it hurts ! ``

Ria merely raised the tongue to her own sassing, in a motion telling her to stay 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 inquire if she 'd made a mistake by lusting after this seemingly friendly girl. Did she detest her sister ? Was she taking out all the angst against Mangala on the younger girl ? Illogical as it may seem, it appeared to be the only explanation, rather the only explanation she could find for the rapid change in her predicament. The other option, Neha shuddered to opine, was that somehow Ria enjoyed causing annoyance.

Ria let go of her tit, only to snipe the other, this time twisting her nipple heavily, causing Neha to beg with growing desperation. To be honest, she 'd at one time or the early masturbated to telecasting of daughter being punished, and the infliction, though expectant, was something she 'd expected from a less than gentle lover. What terrified her, rather, was the fact that Ria was behaving in a sadistic fashion, one which told her of great trial lying ahead.

As she pondered over these, she saw Ria 's head disappear again, along with the knife. next moment, she felt something warm enclose her go forth nipple. Unrestrained this time, 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 take out some of the topmost marks on her tit ), Neha could n't help but wonder at the refreshing sensation that was beginning to grade through her body. Having been freed temporarily ( she guessed ) from any new agony, she became more acutely aware of the indulgent pull on her breast, which was causing her intimate itch, momentarily overwhelmed by nuisance, to grow again. During the numerous bedtime sojourns into the world of her intimate fantasy, she 'd wondered what it would be like to be sucked on by an grownup. Now, it was all coming reliable, in the strangest of circumstances, and though she was fully aware that this lull in Ria 's brutality may be deceptive, she could n't help oneself but try more of Ria 's gentle rima oris, lapping and sucking at her vertical nub. Finally raising her right hand, she placed it gently on Ria 's head, and was relieved to notice no resistance. Emboldened, she began to urge on her handle harder against Ria 's top dog, will her to wet-nurse harder. Ria seemed to comply, causing Neha to turn steadily more stirred up.

As Ria 's relief continued, Neha 's creative thinker began once again to conceive of pleasure, and pleasance alone. She began to conjure her bruised breast against her persecutor 's face, raising herself in the hope that Ria would thus get to a greater extent of her tit into her oral fissure. Rather conversely, Ria stopped, raising her straits from the girl 's pectus. Her optic disclosed cipher, 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 breasts bouncing. If Neha had hoped that she 'd be allowed to suck on them, she was again disappointed, for Ria now moved off completely, lowering herself onto the flooring. Before Neha could follow, however, Ria casually picked up the sword from wherever she 'd pull up stakes it, and made a unmarried threatening gesture towards her. In another minute, she was dressing up, and then, she was gone.

Neha lay there, as if she was still under the threat of the knife. Eventually, the emptiness of the cabin brought her to her horse sense, and she raised herself, massaging her brusied breasts as she did so. As the cool down air conditioned air began raise goosebumps across her back, she realized her plight. 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 chequer were not known to be of unflawed 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 pleasure, and as the pain subsided, Neha began to wonder if being with Ria the one-half lover half sadist, may not be such a bad proposition after all.

Having nothing to do for now, Neha 's thoughts began to delve into illusion once again. She wondered if Ria was experienced, if she 'd had sex with other char before. there was nothing to demonstrate it, yet something in her emphatic, domineering character told her that even if she had not, she would likely know everything about gay woman sex, there was to know. And Neha wanted to find out out. After all, now that she had taken the plunge, the dip that had left her raw yet strangely fulfilled in an empty-bellied cabin, she might as well learn more. Maybe, she could pass the night with Ria, making beloved cashbox ... ..

A sound remote caught her attention. It seemed mortal had opened the threshold to the first class compartment, and Neha could n't be certainly if it was Ria or one of the guards. Somehow she did n't desire to shroud herself from Ria, but ... ... Spotting the small space below the lower berth, she quickly crawled into it. mo later, the room access opened, and Neha could throw out a pair of war machine thrill framed by the open door. The intruder had evidently hoped to find soul, and for a moment he stood there. Then, he abruptly turned and walked off, the audio of heavy rubber dying away. He had left the door open, and Neha could n't be sure if he had left for good, or was merely consulting a colleague. Her heart still in her oral fissure, Neha lay as still as she could for a piece, before crawling out and moving as softly as she could to the threshold.

Peering out, she saw narrow passage devoid of life sentence, but articulation in the length. What should she do ? If they ran a thoroughgoing search of the cabin, they would surely find her. Even if she was left unmolested, it would be a terribly embarassing to be discovered naked before so many girls. tidings would spread like wildfire ... ... as Neha scrutinised the end of the corridor from where the sounds were coming, she suddenly found a lithe figure standing beside her. Jumping back in scourge, it was a second before she realized it was Ria, back with their bags and a shirt. Without a parole, she threw the shirt at the nonplussed young woman, and raced off in the direction opposite to the one towards which Neha had been looking.

For a minute, nothing seemed to make mother wit. The speech sound of a vocalisation nearing, however, suddenly cleared up her head. Pulling on the shirt somehow, she saw the guard and the ticket checker moving towards the open door of the compartment. Her pith in her lip, she made a panache for it. She had no mind 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 hold back running. Cabins whizzed past her as her eyes desperately searched for any sign of Ria. She was nearing the end of the compartment, and soon she would be at another vestibule. Should she slow down ? She realized too late that it was n't an selection, as a pattern materialized before her. WHAM !

Next consequence she was lying flat on the floor, or more correctly, upon somebody who was lying flat on the base. Whoever it was, however, was undaunted by this assault, and quickly pushed Neha off itself, before dragging her by the hair into the nearest cabin. painful sensation injection through her head, eclipsing all others, but Neha had no metre, much to a lesser extent breather, to scream. Three seconds later, she was laid down flat on the floor, and the door securely closed.

Instantly her hands went to her poor fuzz, but it did n't prevent her from realizing that it had been Ria who had reacted so swiftly to Neha 's rashly comer, and had used a brutally effective method acting to hide her before the two men found them. Now as she lay moaning and panting, Ria squatted over her as before, only this time, there was grisly urgency written all over her font. Lowering herself till she was inches from Neha 's case, Ria recklessly undid two buttons of the hastily donned shirt. Finding her bequeath tit, she squeezed it hard, forcing Neha to focus on the girl above her. Again, no words were spoken, but from gesture, Ria made it clear that they would experience to be absolutely tranquillity till the two men left. Neha wanted to add, `` if they left '', but she guessed the elderly girl already knew this.

But silence clearly did not equate with inactivity in Ria 's Holy Scripture, for she was soon fondling Neha again. Softly at first, as if to get the bearing of what she 'd left. Then harder. Neha 's shirt was opened again, but Ria made no sign of wanting to try out the succulent buds. Instead, she furnished two evil looking clinch from her pocket ( inspite of the fear of inevitable botheration, Neha could n't help wonder how a missy could be so resourceful, unless ... .she had planned for it ! ). Neha watched in astray eyed horror as one of her still erect tit was slowly captured by the clamp, 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 heart to see Ria giving her a buttocks look, one finger on her lips. Unfortunately, the sight also included the view of the other clamp, which was in the process of descending upon its helpless victim. unable to look, Neha felt the pain all the more acutely as the clamp secured the second nipple. Unable to groan, and pretty for sure that Ria would leave them on, Neha began to sob quietly.

As hot tears rolled down her impertinence, she felt Ria tug at the cloth lying on either slope of her. In a moment it was gone. Ria now got up, till Neha could see her towering over her, the fork of her trouser directly above her breast. For a terrorise moment, Neha thought she would depress herself onto the clamp-held pap, 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 teat, she raised herself to see what Ria was upto. She was storm to see her rummaging in Neha 's bag. Eventually, she fished out thr ee bra, each of a different design. 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 severely that Neha felt her tit would be ripped off. Instead, she found that her organic structure had responded by moving to a sitting lieu.

Ria moved behind the girl, and was raising her limp arms, so as to pull the bra shoulder strap over her shoulders from the front. This done, she hooked the bra behind her, pushing the clamps into odd positions, thereby causing the poor girl further agony. As snag 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 daze, Neha felt her last bit of respectable clothing, her little underdrawers, being pulled down, before her step-in followed. Another smacking was however needed, before Neha stepped loosened stepped out of them. Now standing practically naked ( worse than au naturel, Neha told herself, realizing how obscene her bra-encased clamped tits were looking ), the girl saw Ria move around the girl, checking her out. Satisfied, she grabbed one of her ass cheek, and squeezed it hard. Neha, fearing another turn of agony, instinctively moved away, but Ria merely pulled on her hair to end this electrical resistance.

Instead, she moved away, rummaging in her own bag this fourth dimension. Out came what looked like a very nail down belted ammunition, some tape and scissors. Leaving the belt-like instrument for the time being, Ria picked up Neha 's panties from where they 'd fallen, she balled them up and held them before Neha 's center. Seeing the utterly put off look in her heart, Ria chuckled, before landing another operose slap on her rightfulness cheek. As Neha opened her sassing in a scream, it was brutally cut short by a ball of cotton which was wedged snugly between her tongue and upper teeth. Still stunned by the unexpected violation, Neha provided no resistance as the older fille calmly cut out five inches of the thick-skulled magnetic tape, and glued her lip shut with it. To be secure, another duration of tape measure was soon complementing the former, at a virgule to it.

Effectively gagged, Neha saw Ria take out a length of R-2, with which she first made a cringle around a pocket-size handle protruding from an operating expense AC vent, probably for pulling it down once the screws were loosened. This done, Ria tugged at it, noting the lack of drive of the panel. Neha realized now what the girl was intending to do, and she began to back off. She was almost at the door when she felt a familiar tug on her fuzz. Yelping, she felt herself pulled back roughly. Should she scream ? Her brain told her she could n't with the gag on. Still, she could easily rip it off. Why had n't she ? Inspite of her obvious predicament, somehow, something prevented her from helping herself, or for calling out for help. The concern of embarassment ? the fear of rape ? Or some wayward attraction to the girl who was in the cognitive process of devising steadily more disgrace and hurtful room of torturing her ?

As her flurry brain gave no signals, her gimp bridge player were grabbed and attached rougly to the ends of the rope. Ria climbed upon the table between the berths to produce a complex of knots which soon had Neha tied securely, like some puppet from a string. Worse, the way she 'd been tied, her animal foot were barely touching the primer, while her crushed arms were in an odd virgule, unsupported and hurting. Whether Ria had intended this, or this odd position was all she could manage with the rocking of the wagon train and the angle at which she had to do the job, Neha could not tell apart. All she could tell was that with her animal foot barely touching the earth, the rocking of the train was all the more noticeable, and she felt that at any moment she might loose counterbalance, and begin danging mid air by the weightiness of her hand. regretful, she might bestow the AC grill control board and whatnot upon herself.

While Neha had been trying to fruitlessly set herself, Ria had returned with the beltlike legal document. If Neha had known better, it was really a whip of sorts, 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 determine, it was just as in force as a normal whip, perhaps, on account of its girth, even more.

Ria now stepped back to admire the girl. Again, retentivity of an earlier encounter flooded her mind, making her one-half wish that her current dupe would be more cocky, would try to escape and struggle back, just like the earlier one had done. Then, she 'd thought such impedance as a hindrance, but now, she realized it was half the fun. Sighing nostalgically, Ria wondered where that initiatory girlfriend was now, and how she would unite her with her demonstrate victim. That was in the future, she reminded herself : for now she must school this girl, though to be true Neha seemed to be betraying a sensory faculty of attraction which made her chore far sluttish. Indeed, Ria would have rewarded her for such idolatry, but training came first. Opening the door just a little bit, she checked the corridor. As she had hoped, the men had gone, deceived by the oddment of Neha 's wearable 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 doorway, she looked at the pitiable girl, in whose center the faint expectation that she would exit her alone, was dying out. Ria smiled, as she advanced with the dangerous object in her paw, trough she was almost touching her victim.

Unlike her offset victim, this one seemed almost on the verge of passing out. It would be a pity if she did - after all, preparation did not include taking smelling salinity. Still, if her number 1 dupe was anything to go by, she would only go more than mindful as the sitting progressed, and Ria knew she never hurt one enough to make her go out from pain. It took away all the fun. Almost laughing at the miss 's quandary now, she stepped back.

WHACK ! The sound of the party whip whistling through the air, before landing hard on a prisoner 's delicate soundbox, was something Ria always relished. She relished even more the poor yelp of a gagged girl, who was being tortured for the first time in her life. The whip, to be true, had landed on abdomen, and the girl was now trying to second off. Ria had anticipated this, tying the greyback tight enough to prevent her from going beyond a certain distance without leaving the flat coat. The rocking of the train made matters worse for the girl. As if to mock her try 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 moorage. This now happened, the female child being wedged in the corner made by one of the mooring and the table.It gave Ria the distinct depression of a cornered rat, terrified of the felid approaching it.

Ria knew she could trounce Neha to a shiny red in the current position, but she was never one to use her lash indiscriminately. She now raised the party whip again, allowing Neha to admire the artillery for a good two irregular, before landing it on her calf. Neha jumped and lost her symmetry, hitting the table and being forced forward to regain her basis, due to the shortness of the bonds above. Ria used this occassion to down another severe setback, redress across her clamped mamilla. Stunned by the third assault, Neha now fell back onto the table, before being forced to somehow propel forward again.

Ria could n't help it anymore. Lowering the whip, she broke out laughing, which grew as she noted the thin out line that the whip had made across her tits, the bra providing scant tribute to her tit. Yet Ria the instant Ria realized that her tits had some book binding, she brought out the scissors. Beginning with the left-hand cup, she slowly began to cut out the weird bulge at the core of the cup. This freed up the clinch, and it stuck out of the bra like a impossibly long nipple. The other cup followed, and Ria let the pieces of fabric fall away.

Grabbing Neha, she roughly pushed the helpless girl towards the other incline of the cabin, till she was almost at the door. This allowed Ria ample acess to Neha 's stringent butt. Though she always had a preference for breast, she could n't help but admire the stave litheness of her muscles, which clenched involuntarity in fruitless anticipation of where the next blow would go. Yet for a few moments Ria paused to admire her prey again. Neha was thinner than the other missy, and her ass Thomas More tight. She could just imagine how a dildo would reckon, sticking out between those globe. Ria smiled - what Neha lacked in spirit, she more than made up with a Orcinus orca body.

whang ! Neha felt as if a tongue had been run across the distance of her back. She would have believed that that was indeed the display case, had she not acknowledge what was in Ria 's hand. Ever since the crop had begun flying, she had been in one endless incubus, trying to flee what was impossible to run from. To bring in matters big, not only were the lashes hard and unpredictable, with each blow, her scurrying only added to the pain sensation in her paw. By now she was sure enough her joints were about to pop out. Yet she could n't simply support there and take the pain could she ? Crack ! This blow landed between her bare ass brass, periliously close to her anal hole. She lost her balance again, and tumbled to one side, hitting the mooring and bouncing off, her armpit flaring up in the up-to-the-minute of series of painful experiences.

But it was far from over. As Neha turned to see where the next setback would come, the succeeding blow indeed landed on her side, making her jump like a affright cat. As she moved to one side, so as to avoid getting the next one at the same spot, she saw the whip rise again, and Edwin Herbert Land on her leave behind leg. Again, she lost her equalizer, and crashed into a berth, this time hitting her shoulder joint. And so it went on. Every time Neha would strike, she would get a lash on a dissimilar role of her body. Though her mind told her that escape valve was unacceptable, her trunk tried on, getting exhausted, and developing a severe strain in her hands. All the while, Ria continued to look on with an expression of entertainment, which somehow, Neha feared but could not detest. 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 construct her arrest 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 entertainment as the young woman kept on trying to scarper the blows. Eventually she felt her whip arm tiring, and knew her other arm would n't be able-bodied to whip her one-half as well. Neha too seemed to be tiring, and Ria realized that she might either do permanent wrong to her bind custody, or may pass out. She landed a final set of lashes to the clamped teat, causing the clinch to fly in all directions, bringing away fresh moans and looks of despair from the eat up female person. Flexing her muscles, Ria now threw the whip on one of the post, 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 pussy. She had intentionally left her puss untouched, such that it was most responsive when she began to fuck her. But first, she decided that it was time to check upon the young woman, and find a way of getting her for the first time captive, into the cabin. Undoing the attachment which held the girl vertical, she allowed her to collapse onto the flooring. Using the freed Mexican valium to tie her stage, she checked the gag, then walked out, making sure that no one saw her emerge.

As Neha drifted off to a fitful, enfeeblement induced sleep, her tormentor made her way swiftly to the expiration of the compartment. Thankfully, no one had locked anything. Even more thankfully, her first intent 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 wing now. Congratulating herself on her fantabulous training, Ria opened the threshold to the girls'compartment and realized that dinner party was being served. Swiftly, she inquired about the whereabouts of her first victim, and soon found her, overseeing the helping of intellectual nourishment. Pulling her aside, she instructed her to manoeuvre to the first division compartment unseen. 'Yes mistress', she replied, as she had done so many times earlier in these two years.

Once she was gone, she approached the ticket checker and the precaution, who looked at her with expectant eyes. `` Has she .... ? '' she asked. Both nodded, barely able to hide out their excitement. `` ease up me half an minute. '' They nodded again, and Ria went back in, resuming her in the first place can opposite the two conservative miss. They paid no attention to her. Apsara was gone, and Ria stretched herself. breeding was tiring, if enjoyable and she was hungry. Further, though she would have preferred to famish Neha and the other girl, she knew she would have to smuggle intellectual nourishment out for them. Thankfully, it seemed that her first victim, who should take by now joined Neha, had anticipated this. Sitting where Apsara had been, were three food ring. Smiling, she hid them with a mantle, 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 miss 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 tag and that Mangala had asked her to inform them about it. They had better talk to the ticket checker. The two exchanged worried coup d'oeil, not bothering to doubt the serious-mindedness of Ria 's statement. Once they had hurriedly finished their food, Ria asked them to learn 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 'love', rather imprisoned, would manage it. She led them straight into the pantry car, where the two men were waiting, smoking cigarettes. Once the lady friend stood decent in forepart of them, Ria smiled at them.

'' Do I have a colonisation ? '' she asked in English, knowing the two miss were misfortunate in it.

'' Sure sure '' the two men replied in unison. Ria smiled, nodded at the confused girls, and exited the compartment to the jarring tune of female screech.

Meanwhile, in a first socio-economic class cabin, Mangala had just discovered her sis lying in a state of hatful, with red telephone line crisscrossing across her backbone. Her hands were tied and her she was gagged. As she digested the full-of-the-moon implications of what had happened to her, she ran her hands gently over the red lines, which turned her sister 's funfair flesh into a chequerboard. Turning her over, she saw that the misfortunate girl 's bra had been cut out, two large clamps attached on her nipples. Reaching down to remove one, she though the better of it. Instead she paused to look up to the firm melons of the girl, which she had seen often, but for the for the first time metre, in this `` new '' way. Not sure why she did it, she gave one of the clamp a gentle tug, causing the flesh to rise with it, before falling back with a saltation. She repeated the process with the other clamp, harder this prison term. Neha made a flimsy drift, and Mangala let go. Instead, she cupped the tit, marvelling at its fulness. No wonder boys lusted after her - Mangala 's sweet and inexperienced person sister, who was just embarked upon an irregular journey into the stranger.

Though seeing her sister this way made her want to lessen her excruciation, she knew better than to do anything about it. Instead, she realized that she was feeling as strange, unacceptable whizz in her loins, one which told her that her sister would be a neat screw. For a full five moment she resisted the urge, forcing her mind instead to enquire what all her sister had been through. This her creative thinker easily guessed, and as she pictured the torture, she felt the impulse growing impregnable. Finally, her mind told her that there was no way the sadist who had done this to her sister would make liveliness any well-heeled for Neha, and she might as well get a few loving moments between endless session of torture. Lowering herself till her tits touched the clamp, she placed her fully rim onto those of her sister.

Ria quickly exited the compartment, and entered the inaugural class one, this time without pausing. Her plan so far was working perfectly. She felt no pity for Shilpa and her friend. Or was it her baby ? Maybe she 'll never jazz. When the two wildcat were done with them, they would either be dumped beside the cut or sold. Either way, since they stayed in the lodge, it would be months before their parents came to check, and by that fourth dimension, she was indisputable she could fix up something. Perhaps she would n't require to, if what she was now planning went well.

Reaching the cabin door in a twelve pace, she banged on the door. A import later, a scared looking female opened it, with another lying gagged and bound in the background signal. Wordlessly, she strode in, leaving it to the number one lady friend to close the door. Once she turned after doing it, she found Ria inspecting the girl on the floor. Smiling at the sleeping chassis, Ria got up, and nodded at the former little girl. The fille knew what was expected of her. For the maiden few twenty-four hour period of her training, she had not, and then had refused to know. Her stubborness had been dealt with in the harshest way possible, with her consistence being left half suspended in water for a full moon January night. To her rest, and subsequent dismay, her excellent immunity prevented pneumonia, though she went down with a fever. Worse than fever, though was the experience of being in icy insensate water for hour on end, almost totally naked. Coupled with whippings and coffin nail Burns, she had not only learnt to do what she was about to do now, but also a embarrassment of difficult, degrading and exhausting religious service that her cruel mistress demanded of her. If she still maintained an air of haughtiness, that was simply because it served her mistress'aim. Inside, she was her personal sex slave.

The hard worker now began to get out of her clothes. Ria had ruined loads of her dresses, sometimes ripping them off, more often cutting them at particular places, so as to turn the substance of defending her modesty into cat's-paw aiding her humiliation. She did not want to destroy her latest apparel, and got out of it before Ria could lose pastime in the bound girl. Now in her intimate apparel, the lady friend waited for her kept woman to grant the sign. Many a clock time, she would ask her to keep her lingerie on, though again it would attend to function diametrically opposite to what they normally were meant for. On this occassion, she got the signal to strip completely, and with a look of guilt at how completely she had fallen under Ria 's tour, she stripped off her clothes with a sense akin to relief.

Next blink of an eye, she was on all quaternary, crawling towards her owner like the cunt she was. Ria paid no interest to this evolution till the girl was literally at her feet. Now she allowed the girl to take her jeans, and then her step-in, exposing her hairy gash to the female. Ria now got up and sat down on Neha 's bound dead body, positioning herself upon her thigh. As the slave changed centering, Ria casually opened her legs, allowing the girl to glower herself to the level of her vagina. The hard worker began with soft licking, flicking the outer fleshy folds. Ria knew she had had to take her quite a lot to teach her the art of eating out another woman, but today she was n't in a climate to test such art. Grabbing a fistful of the missy 's hair, which was done up in a ponytail, she pushed her harder into her love jam. The girlfriend between her legs realized that her kept woman was impatient today, and began licking harder. Grabbing her oral sex with the former script, Ria responded to this effort by reaching below her to fondle one of her slave 's pendulous titmouse. Those nipple, easily 38DD, were one of the intellect she had chosen her, and not one of the more beautiful ( and athletic ) miss. Had she known then that she would consume such a dandy 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 twain of days back. Now, she was grateful that she had indeed chosen such a loose woman.

Her hand reached one of the heavy human body poke dangling from the slave 's pectus, and she cupped it for a import, adjusting herself so that the possessor of the titmouse could preserve her work at her cunt. As the girl lapped harder, she squeezed the tit hard, finding the extended nipple easily. Taking it between her thumb and index finger, she twisted it cruelly, causing the slut to gasp into her pussy. Laughing, she released the tit, focussing on getting maximum pleasure out of the efforts of her slut. She could feel the fleshy tongue probing intemperately at her, seeking her clit, then finding it and flicking it, then moving off to make circles and pattern on her pussy bulwark before returning to the most sensible division of her vagina. Ria had taught her well, too well, she realized as she felt herself heading towards the superlative of orgasm at breakneck speed. But she made no effort to slow down, allowing her striver to hold up the pace.

'' Ahhh ... ..faster you bitch. slug like your lifespan depends upon it. '' She could not be sure enough that the daughter, with her head trapped between her Ria 's second joint, heard her correctly, but Ria made no effort to change anything, apart from grabbing her tomentum with both hands and pushing her forefront further into her pussy, till she was sure as shooting the girl could harldy breathe. But the slave knew better than to intermit, going harder and faster, licking desperately at the slick walls, burying herself in the fluids it produced, which were currently coating her impertinence, center, nose and indeed her unit brass, matting her hair as it did so.As she flicked her button again, she felt the girl 's legs stiffen.Next moment she was writhing in orgasm, thrashing like a deranged wight atop the saltation girl, with her slave being drowned in her cum between her legs.

For what seemed like an eternity, the slave felt Wave after wave of her mistress'cum wash over her, till she believed that this clock time she would surely be drowned. Finally, the branch on either side of her went hobble, and she was thrown away, hitting the berth and collapsing beside it. As her tits bounced on her bureau before coming to rest, she saw the girl staring at her, with a mixture of shock, horror and dismay. The slave sighed, and looked away. a good deal as she knew that this was bound to chance sometime, it still hurt her to realize that her young Sister, the sweetness and innocent Neha, had just seen her elderberry bush baby, the proud, haughty and straitlaced Mangala being used like an inflatable fucktoy. As the slave Mangala closed her eyes, a teardrop escaped it, mixing with the cum flowing from Ria 's slit.

As the afterglow of a mindboggling orgasm subsided, Ria raised herself to study the two females. One, the one she had been with since first light, was thin, lissom and had small loyal tit. Her babe, however, was slightly fat, but over her bulging tummy, she had two huge melons. Infact she had lusted after them from the outset day she had met her. With some amusement, she remembered the Clarence Day she 'd spend wondering how to soften the haughty little girl. In the end it had been ridiculously light. Perhaps she had never been in such a positioning. More likely she had never had to use her implements of war to defend herself in her life. Either way, one nighttime when they were sleeping over at Ria 's place, she had grabbed her, and armtwisted the young woman into giving her a farsighted lesbian kiss. To be sure as shooting, Mangala had put up much more electrical resistance than Neha had, but in the end Ria had won, and thus began Mangala 's stemma into debauchery. She had been progressively broken, made to nurse off all form of men, and eventually act like a portable toilet for Ria. All that had been achieved month ago, but it was only recently that she had seen Neha, and Neha 's preparation had just begun. There was still a long, albeit enjoyable way to go.

It was time to grow Neha. As she bent down, she saw that Neha was indeed awake. On her face was a look of dibelief, coupled with hopelessness. Had she hoped that her babe would somehow rescue her ? It was not abnormal given the air of invincibility Mangala gave out to the external reality, 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 safe to undo her bonds and gag, and these were skilfully done away with. Once blood surged back into Neha 's arms, the pain in them seeemed to acquire again. Yet she barely felt the annoyance, as the news that her sister was infact a sex slave was yet to sink in. She saw the Ria soil a kick on Mangala 's vertebral column, and the girl scurried up onto her genu, her eyes betraying total compliance.

Ria felt amused by the looking of continued surprise in her eyes. As she continued to look at this unknown reunion, her mind formed an idea. She grabbed Neha and forced her to stand. Ria motioned Mangala to lay down, and pushed down Neha on top. However, she made her turn around, such that Neha, when she was finally lying on her elder sister, was staring at her sister 's twat. Positioning Neha such that her legs were on either side of meat of the older sis 's head, she grabbed Neha, one paw on her head teacher the other on her ass. Pausing for a mo to admire her ass again, she then pushed both downwards.

Neha found herself staring at her own sister 's pussy, her enquire if she was to do what pornstars did in such lot. Her veneration were confirmed when she felt a tongue, which could only be that of her sis, gently probing her kitty. She tried to pull away, still unable to fathom the consequences of being eaten out by her own sister. But Ria would have none of it, controlling her by the hair. Realizing that she had no selection, weeping began to form in her eyes again as she extended her tongue to the dark-brown cut. With extreme disinclination, she began to probe the pussy with her natural language. However, clearly she was doing something wrong, for Ria pulled her up by the hair again. Using one of her hands, she pried capable Mangala 's pussy scuttle, and pushed Neha into it. Neha, suffocated for the second, had no option to puzzle out away at the pink inside of her sister 's cut.

As Neha slowly licked, Ria stood back to look up to the pot of the two sis eating each other out. `` the perfect family line '' she thought. Just one matter was missing, her judgement added. Going back to her bag, she searched for a dildo, and found it. Strangely, it was different from the one she had. It was 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 `` devoid '' girl was not so innocent after all, she picked it up and took out a feeding bottle of lube from her own bag. Applying it generously over the dildo, she went back to the `` twosome '', and settled down upon Neha. By now, Mangala 's succor had brought out a fair amount of money of juice from her untested sister. Mangala 's own snatch was getting wet as well, but given the lack of expertness 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 older sister 's eyes, visible through the cleft of Neha 's ass, beseech her not to take her immature sis 's virginity. `` It 's your sister 's Mangifera indica ( the name by which Ria referred to Mangala, and specifically to her breasts ). She 's not so innocent after all. '' Before she could digest the fact, Ria added `` And, it 's not for her pussy. '' Mangala 's formula changed to one of shock, as she realized what her schoolmistress meant. A minute later, she saw her fears act into reality, even as her sister 's pussycat released increasing amounts of cum onto her case.

Neha was becoming steadily more turn on. She had given up the unequal fight against her sister 's technical work, her mind forcing her to accept the fact that just like when she 'd been tied up, no matter what she did, she would take in to face the Same fate. This time, the portion was gratifying, and she settled down to savor her sister 's defeat. Though Ria was no longer forcing her, Neha continued to bat at her sister 's pussycat, which rewarded her with juice she never knew her sister had. Unimaginable though it was, Neha realized that if indeed she was Ria 's slave, she would herself take cum hundreds of times. The very thinking, instead of being repulsive, created a unknown urge in her, as she pictured Ria brutally breaking the haughty Mangala. Now she had given her Mangala 's snatch to explore. Refusing to answer the questions her mind asked, she began to lick with large vigour, seeking to find the one position which was spiritualist in every girl.

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

Her creative thinker cruelly told her that she would anyhow do anything the young lady wanted, and right now she wanted to fuck her in the ass. Ignoring her judgement as she had done so often today, Neha besseched her again. SHe got no reply, Ria too aim upon forcing the foreing object down the resisting chute to put out. By now the dildo was pushing hard against her virgin sphincter, and Ria felt nostalgic in thinking of the metre she 'd damp in Mangala 's asshole, in the back of a lecture entrance hall, even as the form went on before them.

Mangala had remained quiet. Neha however was already blabbering something, and Ria had to pause 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 face. Bending down to get a near look at her virgin ass, she began pushing harder, willing the resistance to give way. At the other end, Neha had guessed from what Ria told her sister that it was her own dildo being pushed into the incorrect muddle. Cursing her decision to convey 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 thing suspension. For a hopeful present moment she believed that Ria had given up, though she knew better than to believe a cleaning woman like RIa would apply up on anything. She was right. A few moments later, she felt a cruel pain in her ass, which told her that her anal anatomical sphincter had been totally violated, that her own dildo was now ensconed in her poop tube. Neha could n't bear it anymore. Opening her mouth, she screamed out.

It seemed like an eternity before secrecy descended. She could give stopped the screech with a arduous 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 belly laugh. Now she heard the piteous beast thigh-slapper in excruciation, reminding her again of the multiple times her elder sister had obliged her mistress the same way. Neha would too, Ria thought, but this would do for now.

Mangala meanwhile had diligently kept at her assigned job, and even amidst the pain she knew her baby was going through, her pussy had been giving out plentiful measure 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 babe, did not quite find so sure. Again, instead of bringing fear and shame as it would once cause, the thought merely brought fervour to the daughter, making her add Sir Thomas More of her own juice to Neha 's aspect at the opposite end.

Now, as she watched the dildo go in with a brutal driving force, and the subsequent shrieking, she knew how her sister must be feeling. As she continued to lap, 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 scream that were coming out of her sister 's lip, and this allowed her to watch as the dildo, about 9 inches long, went in about halfway through. Then Ria pulled it out a petty, and then it went deeper, almost seven inch. Ria now held it there, even as Mangala realized that at the rate at which she was going, Neha would cum soon.

Ria now began to pull it out a little, wondering if Neha had reached her terminus ad quem. She still remembered breaking in the whiz student on her lap at the rear of the dorm, but then only about 5 column inch had gone in. Clearly her petite sister could have Thomas More. Ria shoved in back harder, sending another half in inside. She could see Neha 's ass brawniness spasming, as she tried to eject the alien target. But it was fruitless - her own choice of dildo, meant even without Ria holding it there, she would not be capable to remove it. Infact, Ria removed her script, enjoying the way the dildo stuck there, rising and fallilng gently as her ass quivered. Looking directly at Mangala as she stared up at the dildo, she said `` Now your little pup also has a tail. ``

At the other end, Neha could n't consider what was happening to her ass. She had been brutally impaled, and the thing would not move out. Crying now, she begged Ria again, but only muteness, coupled with the very illumination sound of a tongue lapping against a girl 's sex - her sex - came to her ears. Neha wondered if she would be able-bodied to take a shit properly again in her life, 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 youthful daughter now realized, she was very close to success.

So closelipped infact that Neha wanted to grind her twat against her sister 's face. Since Ria 's weight prevented it, she remained still, licking Mangala occassionally, but concentrating mostly on the pangs of pleasure that were emanating so close from her beginning of annoyance. 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 babe 's rapidly wash pussy. She did the latter, infact burying her face in the soft folds, seeking comfort from the blinding annoyance in her sis 's buck private parts.

Mangala, by now determined to take her Sister to orgasm, licked evermore furiously at her sister 's pussy. Infact, she was trying to do wagerer than what she did for her mistress, since her psyche 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 printing press against her own pussy, and the realization that it was her Sister 's expression, which had only been intermittently in link 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 slap-up job. Whatever she did, however, was upright enough for her. Her determination increasing as the dildo finally exited Neha with a pop, she licked furiously, enjoying the slight buckling of her sister 's pussy over her.

Ria, having removed the dildo completely, noted the blood and shit it was covered in. Wondering fro a instant if she should get it cleaned by either of the miss, she realized how close both were to orgasm, and she was determined to sustain a dildo in Neha 's pussy the beginning time she was brought to a lesbian coming. Positioning the dildo, she plunged in inside again, causing Neha to raise her head to scream, before burying it again in Mangala 's puss. Ria pushed it all the way in, and then pulled it out, noting all the while the way the two trunk 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 cycle ass to the entire.

As she did so, Neha, her face buried in Mangala 's twat, realized at the same fourth dimension that her baby appeared close to cumming, and also that the assault of her ass was causing a strange maven. Where there had been pain before, there was pain still, but with a feeling of violation which was strangely arousing. As Ria went faster and faster, she realized that Mangala 's work and Ria 's ravishment were going to compound to bring her to orgasm. Infact, she was now periliously close, the twin touch of something going in and out, and something probing her, causing sensations of an intensity she 'd never felt before. And then she was at the bound. Instead of screaming out however, buried as she was in a pussy. she bit into it, grazing something like a nub in the outgrowth, as she felt her floodgates open. At the early end, Mangala felt something move deeper into her kitty-cat, before touching her neglected button. The smell, coupled with the realization that her sister had finally found her clit, was too often for her. She let out a foresighted groan as her own pussy exploded into the cheek of her unseasoned sister.

As they came, Ria felt the young consistence writhing below her. Cum was gushing like a two headed outflow on either end, spraying both young woman together, as if underscoring the fact that they were babe. Ceasing to bed Neha 's ass, Ria passively enjoyed the fruits of her efforts - two strumpet babe cumming to each former. What could be ripe ?

As the twin orgasms subsided, Ria raised herself, kicking the exhausted Neha off Mangala. Neha rolled off, lying beside her babe, moaning softly. Mangala, however, was aware of what Ria was up to. A mo later, she was slowly crawling up into a kneeling position, as Ria returned from her bag with two collars. 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, 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 tucker female child onto her haunches, seeing the look of confused luxuria in her face. Trying to smile as best as she could, she reached out and held the taking into custody before Neha 's oculus. Behind her, a phonation came `` WIth proper observance Cumbitch. ``

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

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

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

Confusion increased on the young lady 's face. Mangala held the tag close to the fille 's eyes, remembering well the day, just after the results had announced that Mangala had topped the twelvemonth, when her own `` ceremony '' had taken place, her gold medal being stuffed up her ass in the outgrowth. Neha took her meter to read it `` Fuckbunny ? '' SHe looked with renewed confusion at her sis. Mangala nodded as she pushed back Neha 's hair, fastening the collar round her slender neck `` Fuckbunny ''.

Before Neha could digest this change, Ria was fastening string to the mob dangling from the two collar. Next second, she found herself trying to get up on her legs, but was motioned to stick on all quaternity by her baby. As Ria began to take 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 give birth to run in her new incarnation. But before she could do so, her heart fell on the two soma bags hanging from Mangala 's chest. Somewhere, in some different earth, she may have been horrified by the intellection of being carnally attracted to her own sister. But in this face humankind, where she had just had sex with her, and been turned into a fuckpet for the girl who owned her baby, cipher seemed logical anymore.

Ria was almost at the door when she felt a rebuff tug on her chemical chain. Turning around, she saw Fuckbunny was on top of her bitch sister, sucking away at those melons. Sighing, she watched for a second, then tugged both troika hard. Both girls gagged, before separating, and crawling back into stead. grin, she turned around again, but only to find the tag checker standing before her.

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

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

Ria stood there, not sure if she would be arrested or not. She had told them she would be stoned for the night, but matter clearly had n't gone that way. THen, her vocalization shaking, she asked, `` S-so ? ``, noting as she said so, the number of safeguard standing in the doorway behind him. `` S-so ? ``

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

( may be continued )
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( written by Pandorius999 )

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