`` An unexpected journeying ''

Neha stood in presence of the mirror, staring at her petite 5'2 inning, straightening her amobarbital sodium blouse, before moving to the short she had paired with them. Noticing a slight defect on the proper leg, she turned to change it, before stopping herself. It was an educational trip after all, that too with her elder sister and her friend. Dropping the programme to change her trunks, she began to hold sunscreen to her nerve, preparing for the hot sun that beat down outside.

As she applied the cream generously over her oval face, before rubbing some more on her forehead and over her eyelids, she again paused to check herself out. Barring the fact that she had some tweed strokes of overabundance cream making not so artistic lines on her cheeks, she looked pretty much the way she wanted to seem. At 19 and just out of her first twelvemonth in a girls'college, Neha may have some half-baked melodic theme about what the world wanted a young woman to look like, but no one could refuse that she was pretty. If her Padre were to be believed, it was her Amygdalus communis shaped centre, rare for her residential district, set on a slightly extended typeface, with high eyebrows and perfect lips, which made her the cynosure of all eyes. That those eyes had hitherto been those of ageing aunts, street riffraff and ofcourse her prude of a sister, was not her fault. As she adjusted the straight shoulder joint length hair which completed her phiz, she was filled with the all too comrade hungriness to be appreciated by a man. With her looks, why would n't they ? But first, she 'd have to find a way of evading her sister 's branding iron storage area, something she 'd not yet been able to do. Sighing, she reminded herself that it was an educational trip after all.

'' Neha ! '' Somewhere from the depths of an all too familiar world, came the voice of her mother. Neha looked at herself once more, then rubbed the sunscreen more evenly over her brass. This done, she headed downstairs, to see Mangala and her booster Ria standing around what looked like their baggage. THeir mother was standing a little away, by the kitchen counter, asking if they would postulate anything else.

'' Mom if I needed anything else, I 'd ingest added it already. Now if you 'd do as I asked you to, maybe your daughters will be able to just catch the gear. '' typical Mangala. Neha sighed again, as she descended the stairs. Halfway down, however, Mangala noticed the apparition, and promptly shifted her ire onto her younger sibling. `` My earnest infant girl, if you could kindly get your things set up instead of staring at your cranium, we 'd all be much obliged. '' It took Neha a few seconds to register the Christian Bible cranium, bit in which Mangala had covered the distance between them, and was pushing her up the stairs like a sack of potatoes.

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

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

'' good. spear carrier batteries for the camera ?'

'' Yes ''

And so it went on, till Neha was quite certain they 'd spend the day checklisting every article in her way. This, after Mangala had personally supervised her packing the night before. `` What 's that big bulky target sticking out of the backpack ? '' 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 include this ? '' Neha gave a glum spirit. The teddy flew into the wardrobe, and her Sister stomped out. From the arse of the stairs came a footnote to take her Mobile and get her hooey downstairs in five secondment. 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 quick check for anything she 'd left behind. Nothing except ... ..her optic spotted an elongated target sticking out of her underclothing drawer. On a intuition, she picked it up and thrust 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 enshroud their body odour with a kind of aromatic chemical compound. None were succeeding, her nasal sensory faculty informed her, as she somehow managed to lodge between Apsara, who looked more like the obese female parent of an saint than an angel herself, and her baby 's friend Ria. Much to her rest period, Ria proved to be more amiable society. Ria was 21, and easily stood a foot over Neha. A natural athlete and social dancer, her name reminded one of the characteristic of the female figurine which adorned the walls of temples. `` 36C-28-40 '' Neha made a mental surmise of the fille 's statistics.

To her embarassment however, she found Ria staring at her as she was just rounding off her round ass. Looking away hurriedly, Neha pretended to be admiring Apsara, something which drew an appreciative smile from the heavy fille. Unfortunately, the smile only made her see even more like individual 's mother-in-law, and Neha was forced to depend away. rightfulness in front of her, two conservative-looking young woman were poring over something in a book filled with numbers. One of them met Neha 's stare, shifting with disapproval to the shorts she was wearing. Exasperated by the responses 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 questioning, sometimes disapproving flavor. They seemed to say `` What 's your business here kid ? '' They were right. This was a Third twelvemonth trip, and had her sis not used her influence to get an superfluous ticket for her, there was no way she 'd experience been in the train at that moment. On second thought, maybe getting bored for two foresighted summer months was better than going to a gang of rock cut caves with a bevy of malign looking girls. And where exactly was her Sister ?

Ria seemed to read her intellection. `` Feeling out of place eh ? It happens. Your sister is busy with the ticket-checker, probably haggling over something. '' Neha had no option but to await at her now, and she was again struck by Ria 's feature - only this time, they were facial nerve. Neha noted, with appreciation the fact that Ria too had an egg-shaped face, but her eyes were big and round. So too were her back talk, the light pink on them going well with her light hide feel. Like all girls Neha knew, Ria had black hair, made into Robert Floyd Curl Jr. which fell gracefully along her shoulder joint. 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 ignition lock.

If Ria found her behaviour strange, she showed no sign of the zodiac of it. Instead she let her friend 's sis stroke her hair, running her long egg white fingers through the black mass, gently pulling it till it gave way. Instinctively, she moved one, then all, fingerbreadth from the hair to the fair brass. Unable to break eye striking, Ria felt voiced fingers glide ever so gently over her face, till they covered her buttock, moving over her nose towards her forehead.

Suddenly Neha was cognizant of a cough behind her, and turned to see Apsara looking at her with an expression like that of her mother. Nonplussed, she stared straight ahead, at the two miss. They too had noticed the more than friendly heart of this unknown towards their classmate, and in all likelihood would have coughed, nay belched if Apsara not obliged. they now looked at her with an formula akin to the fold towards a heretic. Unable to revert to Ria after what had transpired, Neha instead settled in for a war of glares.

She did not have it off how long she kept up the unequal struggle, but eventually she tired of constantly giving stares which were more in the land of her sister. Instead, she got up, and without casting so much as a tone towards the object of her unexpected fondness, she headed towards the toilet. Unfortunately, news appeared to ingest travelled fast, for she got speculative stares and the occassional giggle from many of the fair sex. Reaching the threshold, of the compartment, she realized it was open air, allowing the capable countryside to rush by. More importantly, after the suffocating aura of the berths, she found the sang-froid air rushing in from the theatre, refreshing. Evidently it had rained sometime in the region they were passing, and Neha settled down to enjoy the breeze.

With the picnic however, the view of Ria seemed to repay. What had she done ? On the cheek of it, all she had done was admire the beauty of a soul of the Lapplander gender. But as everyone in the compartment probably knew by now, the way of admiration had exceeded the definition of favorable touching by a mile and more. Somehow, she 'd feel attracted to the girl as she 'd not been to any former person. Had Ria too admired her ? She 'd always wanted to be admired by a man, but at that instant she desperately wanted to be appreciated by Ria. Unknowingly, she 'd break a crunch on Ria.

As she pondered in profundity the developments of the previous half time of day, she did not notice another physique emerge behind her, and stand silently for a import. It made a movement as if it 'd opt to go back, then stopped. Sighing, it lowered itself beside the retrospecting fille. Getting no reaction from her, she gently placed a hand over the girl 's thin shoulder. The fille almost jumped out of the train in surprisal, before stammering `` Wh ... .who ? Oh ! '' Her endeavor at hiding the blow 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 serve, 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 body vibrating with the earth tremor emanating from the girl beside her.

Neha felt Ria shift closer. though she now had ample reason to look at her, Neha somehow could not bring herself to front at her. Why had she come ? To distinguish her that what she did was wrong ? Being the Sister of the most puritanical girl in the earth, she 'd heard the talking to a million meter, and had become immune to such remark. Still, this was not her sister, but the missy she ... .Neha forced her head to say the word `` care '', but she knew her mind had formed a different Son. A Holy Writ which Ria seemed to somehow sense, for she withdrew her hand. Yet she did not leave, but stayed there, staring straight ahead.

Moments passed. Neha cast a fleeting glimpse at her sister 's booster, who seemed so different from her babe, yet so distant right now. What was she thinking ? Neha cast another glance, and this metre Ria met her gaze. Their middle 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 regard, looking away, her eyes blank shell. Neha continued to gaze, ineffective to break her stare away from the beautiful fount 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 minute fraction of a second ? Neha could n't tell.

They sat as before, each staring ahead. Yet now Neha had a burning desire to have a go at it what the other persuasion, and raised her centre towards Ria again. Before she could analyze her in any item, however, one of the female child from the compartment appeared at the edge of her visual sensation. 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 have a bun in the oven it anymore. Seeing no reaction from Ria, she decided to get up, perhaps go into some empty compartment, spend meter alone. As she tried to get up, Ria suddenly reached out and grabbed her arm.

As their middle met, she saw Ria mouth a 1 Holy Scripture `` hold ''. Neha settled down again, wondering why she needed to wait, and for what. Still, this was the first chemical reaction she 'd got from the girl after the second base lustful moment, and she was n't about to disobey. Ria made no farther sign of knowing her, and as the instant ticked by, Neha increasingly began to suspect that they were waiting for the giggling girl to provide. Her supposition was rectify. After an infinity, the girl emerged and headed back, serenading the match with another snigger.

As soon as she was gone, Ria jumped up, grabbed Neha roughly by the arm and with surprising potency, yanked her up. Before she knew anything, Neha found herself flying across the lobby, into another compartment. This was evidently the kickoff class compartment, for on each position were doors leading into cabins. Ria chose the indorsement, and peered in. It was vacate. From the facial expression of thing, all of them were hollow. next instant, Neha felt herself shoved into the cabin, with Ria following, shutting the threshold behind her.

Ria now turned around, staring at an equally dyspneal Neha. For the foremost clip the two of them were alone, away from all the others. Neither of them made a move, till Neha could contract it no more. Tentatively, she took a step towards Ria, her rapid breathing adding to the sensation of desperation that animated her features. Ria instinctively took a step back. Neha stopped, then slumped down on a spot, looking out of the windowpane. Ria waited another here and now, before taking a rear end. To Neha 's surprise, it was not opposite, but beside her.

'' Neha ... .. ''

Neha did n't want to bet. So far she 'd been convinced that Ria had been offended by her prelude, and had come to top issue out. But if that was the shell, why drag them in here ? This secluded post was to a lesser extent apt for excuse than for ... ..'Neha .... '' Neha could n't bear it anymore. She looked, and was surprised to see a strange look in Ria 's centre. Before she could understand it, Neha was looking deep into Ria 's eyes again, and this metre, Ria came forward, till they were right beside each other. As if on cue, Neha 's hand moved towards her look, resuming what had been rudely disturbed earlier. This time however, her hands seemed determined to explore to a greater extent of Ria 's feminine beauty. Barely realizing it, Neha moved her hand slowly over Ria 's moist lips, gently running over the soft petals before slowly parting them with her finger's breadth. Her middle fixed on Ria, her index finger began to press harder, till it was pushing against a bony barrier. Harder, and she felt Ria open her oral cavity a lilliputian. Warm air wafted out, drifting over Neha 's mitt, causing her finger to labour harder, till it was inside her mouth. As it began to search her buccal cavity, Neha could sense her desire ontogenesis stronger, forcing her to drive in a second, then a third finger's breadth. But finger were not enough.

Her partner meanwhile, was quicker in analyzing the situation. Having been surprised by the lust the younger little girl felt towards her, she 'd waited till she could be sure of it. Never the one to approach anyone directly, she 'd meet the piece of the surprised girlfriend to perfection. Now that she could be sure as shooting, she felt she could calculate on ... ..Ria 's attention was distracted by one of Neha 's nails brushing against her sensitive cheeks. Yet the very misdirection brought back remembering of an earlier prison term, with a unlike mortal. `` So exchangeable '' she thought, `` even exactly Saame. '' Suppressing the impulse to laugh at the sensation of deja vu, she instead decided that the hazard were now minimal. She might as well get on with it. In a moment, she had effected it. Neha 's wet finger were now in mid air, her eubstance turned around skilfully till it was flat upon the berth. Getting the familiar sense of being in control, she lowered herself onto the girl, wondering if she would taste just like ... ...

Her spouse, surprised by the sudden loss of control, was soon in the pure bliss of her offset lesbian kiss. . She now felt surely she 'd always wanted Ria, Ria 's soft rim to be claim. She felt sure her attractive force was primeval, something which she 'd not clearly realized. Why how when. Neha 's brain asked in a distant voice, one she was fellow with in her little room back home. A room where she 'd longed for a man 's refer. Now ... ..in this alien compartment, it seemed everything had changed. She 'd found pure love, and that too in a cleaning lady who was her sister 's best friend. But again, did she like ? She did n't bother to reply. Instead her lips pressed harder, taking Ria 's lower lip in an amourous embrace, delighting in the preference of another female. Pulling out slowly, she caught the pinko petal again, prolonging the embrace, even as her oculus looked ever cryptic into Ria 's globe, asking a million questions and getting what solvent, she knew not.

For the briefest of consequence, Neha came up for air, before going back to get the speed lip. Unconsciously her hired hand, moved closer. As she continued to kiss, her manpower 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 reply as well, her middle 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 desire more than, and faster. Stopping mid-kiss, she pulled away, and looked deep into the other miss 's eyes. side by side minute, she plunged into another buss, but one which was faster, more concupiscent and for Neha, more ravishing. Before she knew it, her mouth had been parted, and a writhing appendage had penetrated it, pushing past her teeth, seeking her lingua. Neha did n't necessitate to abide by : her glossa was found and engaged in passionate play by the invader. Not bothering to wonder what had occassioned this change, Neha lay there as Ria explored her mouth, running along her cheeks, teeth and what not, even as Neha 's own resident physician appendage gave it grim Salmon Portland Chase.

Just as she seemed to be settling into a rythm, Ria broke away again, this time to disappear from Neha 's persuasion. As the surprised girl raised her top dog to inquire, she was suddenly pushed down as something soft connected with her neck opening, moving up and down, running something slippery and warm, planting a grand kisses on it. Neha raised her manus to concur this invisible attacker, running her fingers gently through the hair which she so loved, as Ria ravaged her neck and berm as she 'd earlier done with her sassing.

'' Unhhh '' a moan escaped Neha 's oral cavity, relating to what she knew not, but expressing the late desire which was overflowing inside her, demanding that either she or Ria take her body to a state of ecstacy she 'd never before experienced in her life. The movements on her neck stopped, and reappeared on her lips, kissing firmly, eager to require in as much of the former as human form would permit. Neha 's hands now wrapped around Ria 's shoulders, willing her to press harder against her torso, till they could become one. Ria replied by running her hands through Neha 's hair, making Wave and patterns which only served to arouse her more than.

They were kissing faster now, kissing with wild wantonness, their tongues chasing each other, leaf and entwining, till one would come up for breath. And then back again. Neha was now pressing harder into Ria 's back, digging her nails into the soft bod, wanting to pull her completely privileged. As they writhed, she was also aware of her white meat mashed against hers. Those sodding knocker ! As Ria came up for air, she wedged her hands between their bodies, such that she was now cupping one of her lover 's nipple.

Ria paused, looking intently into the eyes of her fan. Then she slowly raised herself, till she was straddling Neha. As Neha looked on, Ria gave her the faintest of grin, before removing her blouse. Before she realized it, Neha was staring at Ria 's bra-clad breast. Yes they were indeed big, mean Neha ; any guy would die to have a brace like hers to bring with. A instant later, as Ria began to unhook her bra, she realized that she was the favourable guy.

The fact that Ria made inadequate work of stripping down to her waist, meant that Neha was now looking directly at Ria 's breasts. As she 'd guessed, they were quite gravid, almost cernuous. Yet, they appeared house, without any more sag than that expected of such large ball. Better still, as she looked on, she could almost see her pap growing in sizing, till they were almost halff an inch long. As if to think of her, Ria lazily raised her subdivision, till they were interlocked above her headway. The movement caused an ever so slight bound in the boobs, but it was sufficiency to make Neha 's lustfulness for those breast uncontrollable. Strangely, Ria lowered her men in time to push her back down.

Instead, she moved her hands up Neha 's consistence, feeling her diffused abdomen, before reaching her tits. Not as large as Ria 's but also firm, they were subjected to some gentle pressing through the soft framework of her attire. Then, as Neha raised her hands again, seeking the enticing fruits hanging from Ria 's breast, she suddenly felt a sharp painful sensation in her chest - Ria was mauling her tit hard.

'' Ahhh ... '' the involuntary moan caused Ria to break for a import, then take up 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 right wing size of it for her tits, she felt Ria 's finger's breadth dig deep into the flabby chassis, sending twinge of agony through her body, along with Spark of carnal mania. Squeezing till Neha was indisputable her fingers had penetrated her flesh, she held them there, looking recondite into Neha 's eyes. As Neha tried to concentre through the blinding pain, she saw that Ria 's expression had changed. It was no longer that of a confused young lady, but one of a thirsty female person, who was determined to take everything she wanted from her partner. And evidently, she wanted it fast.

For the fraction of a second base, Neha felt the pressing on her tits relax, then they were trapped in those vice like digit again. Worse, she moved her hands up and down, mashind the enwrapped melons against each other, causing Neha to emit another moan of pain. Again she held it for what seemed like an timelessness. Then the fingers relaxed, and Neha lowered her headland, hitherto craning upwards to beg mercy of her lover. As respite flooded her tits, she barely heard the tear of fabric. Yet she did notice the chilliness of the cabin air on her bare abdomen, and a moment later, was shocked to see a blade appear out of nowhere. As her brain became fully aware of her predicament, she saw the blade lower itself onto her shoulder, before moving slowly over her skin money box it was under her bra strap. She felt a tug against her chest, as if it was being pulled up, then an sharp handout. Her bra strap had just been sliced into two. Similar lot met the other strap, and thereafter Neha felt the knife in the valley between her mounds. The sound of fabric being cut met her ears, and then cool off air brushed across her sensitive mammilla.

Stunned by the developments, she was nonplussed to find that even after disposing so callously of her clothing, Ria still had the knife in her deal. Was she planning on killing her ? As a tactile sensation of terror began to form her breathe faster, she found the knife hovering over her dresser, dangerously near her hammer heart. She knew raising her helping hand 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 design of ending her life lying below a lesbian Orcinus orca.

As her nous raced, and her heart throbbed in her throat, Ria lowered the knife boulder clay it was lying over her unexpended nipple. With an expression of eagerness, she began to run the flat of the blade over her nipples, causing the nubble to react to the cold blade. The knife now moved from one nipple, over the quad between her boob, to the other. A like handling followed, making Neha smell that her gist would explode in her chest. The tongue was now raised, till it hovered once again, this time over her expression. Neha knew that even if Ria dropped it, Neha stood to miss some portion of her face. Her eyes fixed on the Damocles'brand, she became aware of the deal on her tit again. This time it gave a playful squeeze play, before reaching for her mammilla. For a second it lay there, just as the tongue had done, feeling the insensibility of the nipple above a hill of sissiness. Then it slowly captured the hill between two fingerbreadth.

Next bit, Neha, fixated as she was to the deadly weapon hovering above her, felt an ague botheration at the tip of her tit, which spread quickly over the rest of it, informing her of a new reference of anguish. Tears welled in her eye, causing her to voice what her body had been screaming in her nous long before. `` Please Ria, it hurts ! ``

Ria merely raised the knife to her own lip, in a movement telling her to stay quiet down. Neha noticed how Ria had changed. She now looked not only hungry, but also severe, like a lioness over her prey. Neha had begun to wonder if she 'd made a mistake by lusting after this seemingly well-disposed young woman. Did she detest her sister ? Was she taking out all the angst against Mangala on the youthful girlfriend ? Illogical as it may appear, it appeared to be the only explanation, rather the only explanation she could find for the rapid change in her predicament. The other alternative, Neha shuddered to mean, was that somehow Ria enjoyed causing pain.

Ria let go of her tit, only to aggress the other, this time twisting her nipple intemperately, causing Neha to beg with growing desperation. To be honest, she 'd at one prison term or the other masturbated to TV of girl being punished, and the pain sensation, though great, was something she 'd expected from a less than blue lover. What terrified her, rather, was the fact that Ria was behaving in a sadistic manner, 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. future mo, she felt something warm enclose her leftover teat. Unrestrained this clip, she saw Ria 's head latching onto the tit, sucking it like it was going to yeild milk. Inspite of the bother ( and she could make out some of the topmost scrape on her tit ), Neha could n't help but wonder at the novel sensation that was beginning to course through her body. Having been freed temporarily ( she guessed ) from any new torment, she became more acutely aware of the soft pull on her titty, which was causing her intimate urge, momentarily overwhelmed by bother, to raise again. During the numerous bedtime sojourn into the Earth of her intimate fantasies, she 'd inquire what it would be like to be sucked on by an adult. Now, it was all coming straight, in the strangest of portion, and though she was fully aware that this lull in Ria 's brutality may be shoddy, she could n't help but seek more than of Ria 's mild oral fissure, lapping and sucking at her erect nub. Finally raising her correctly hand, she placed it gently on Ria 's head, and was relieved to regain no resistance. Emboldened, she began to press her palm harder against Ria 's mind, willing her to lactate harder. Ria seemed to comply, causing Neha to become steadily more aroused.

As Ria 's ministrations continued, Neha 's idea began once again to think of pleasure, and delight alone. She began to press her hurt tit against her tormentor 's grimace, raising herself in the hope that Ria would thus get more of her tit into her mouth. Rather conversely, Ria stopped, raising her head from the girl 's dresser. Her centre disclosed zip, and Neha wondered what she 'd done to abort the intimate act. Slowly, Ria raised herself, till she was once again straddling Neha, her majestic breast 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 floor. Before Neha could follow, however, Ria casually picked up the blade from wherever she 'd left it, and made a exclusive threatening motion towards her. In another moment, she was dressing up, and then, she was gone.

Neha lay there, as if she was still under the menace of the knife. Eventually, the vanity of the cabin brought her to her common sense, and she raised herself, massaging her brusied titty as she did so. As the cool air conditioned air began raise goose pimple 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 chagrin herself. 'Probably get raped too. '' Neha thought, recalling the fact that the sentry duty and ticket chequer were not known to be of flawless morality. Her head told her she should be cursing herself for lusting after Ria, but she could n't quite bring herself to do so. After all, Ria had given her such nameless pleasures, and as the pain subsided, Neha began to wonder if being with Ria the half buff half sadist, may not be such a bad proposition after all.

Having nothing to do for now, Neha 's thoughts began to delve into fantasy once again. She wondered if Ria was experienced, if she 'd had sex with other women before. there was nothing to try out it, yet something in her forceful, domineering character told her that even if she had not, she would likely know everything about lesbian sex, there was to know. And Neha wanted to find out. After all, now that she had taken the plunge, the plunge that had left her naked yet strangely fulfilled in an empty cabin, she might as well learn Thomas More. Maybe, she could drop the nighttime with Ria, making love till ... ..

A phone outside caught her tending. It seemed individual had opened the door to the first of all class compartment, and Neha could n't be sure if it was Ria or one of the safety. Somehow she did n't want to hide herself from Ria, but ... ... Spotting the pocket-sized space below the low-pitched moorage, she quickly crawled into it. present moment later, the room access opened, and Neha could make out a couple of armed services boots framed by the out-of-doors room access. The intruder had evidently hoped to find mortal, and for a moment 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 for sure if he had left for just, or was merely consulting a colleague. Her sum still in her mouthpiece, Neha lay as still as she could for a while, before crawling out and moving as softly as she could to the room access.

Peering out, she saw minute enactment devoid of aliveness, but phonation in the distance. What should she do ? If they ran a thorough lookup of the cabin, they would surely find her. Even if she was left unmolested, it would be a terribly embarassing to be discovered raw before so many girls. News would fan out like wildfire ... ... as Neha scrutinised the end of the corridor from where the speech sound were coming, she suddenly found a supple digit standing beside her. Jumping back in little terror, it was a import before she realized it was Ria, back with their pocketbook and a shirt. Without a Logos, she threw the shirt at the nonplussed girl, and raced off in the charge opposite to the one towards which Neha had been looking.

For a moment, zip seemed to make sentience. The sound of a voices nearing, however, suddenly cleared up her head. Pulling on the shirt somehow, she saw the guard and the slate checker moving towards the open room access of the compartment. Her tenderness in her mouth, she made a dah for it. She had no idea where Ria had gone, or where she was supposed to go. All she knew was that she had to get away, and the only selection seemed to be to proceed running. Cabins whizzed past her as her oculus 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 slacken down ? She realized too late that it was n't an option, as a figure materialized before her. WHAM !

Next moment she was lying monotone on the story, or more correctly, upon someone who was lying flat tire on the story. Whoever it was, however, was undaunted by this assault, and quickly pushed Neha off itself, before dragging her by the hair into the nearest cabin. Pain shot through her head, eclipsing all others, but Neha had no clip, much less breathing spell, to scream. Three seconds later, she was laid down flat on the trading floor, and the doorway securely closed.

Instantly her manpower went to her poor fuzz, 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 efficient method to hide her before the two men found them. Now as she lay moaning and panting, Ria squatted over her as before, only this meter, there was grim urgency written all over her typeface. Lowering herself till she was inches from Neha 's boldness, Ria recklessly undid two clitoris of the hastily donned shirt. Finding her left tit, she squeezed it voiceless, forcing Neha to focus on the girl above her. Again, no words were spoken, but from gestures, Ria made it clear that they would have to be absolutely hushed till the two men left. Neha wanted to add, `` if they left '', but she guessed the older daughter already knew this.

But silence clearly did not equate with inactiveness in Ria 's book, 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 house of wanting to try out the succulent buds. Instead, she furnished two evil looking clinch from her sack ( inspite of the fear of inevitable painful sensation, Neha could n't help question how a young woman could be so resourceful, unless ... .she had planned for it ! ). Neha watched in wide eye repugnance as one of her still rear nipples was slowly captured by the clamp, before it closed over it. `` Unhhh ... .please Ria ! '' side by side moment, a stinging pain on her allow buttock had joined the botheration coursing from her tit, and she opened her tearfilled middle to see Ria giving her a tush facial expression, 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 secondment pap. Unable to moan, and pretty sure as shooting that Ria would result them on, Neha began to sob quietly.

As hot rent rolled down her cheeks, she felt Ria tug at the material lying on either incline of her. In a instant it was gone. Ria now got up, till Neha could see her towering over her, the privates of her pants directly above her dresser. For a terrorize import, Neha thought she would lour herself onto the clamp-held knocker, but she moved off. Instead, she seemed to be bending over something. Though every movement, even the heave of her chest, seemed to increase the pain in Neha 's tits, she raised herself to see what Ria was upto. She was surprised to see her rummaging in Neha 's bag. Eventually, she fished out thr ee bras, each of a different design. Selecting the nearly sheer of the lot, she dumped the others in the bag, and returned to the supine girl. In a quick gesture, she grabbed one clamp and yanked it so hard that Neha felt her tit would be ripped off. Instead, she found that her dead body had responded by moving to a sitting position.

Ria moved behind the girl, and was raising her limp sleeve, so as to pull the bra straps over her shoulder from the presence. This done, she hooked the bra behind her, pushing the clinch into odd situation, thereby causing the piteous fille further agony. As weeping now flowed freely down her buttock before landing upon her excruciate segmentation, Ria forced the girl to stand up, this clip by pulling her hair. Staggering up in a pain-filled fog, Neha felt her utmost bit of respectable clothing, her small short, being pulled down, before her pantie followed. Another slap was however needed, before Neha stepped loosened stepped out of them. Now standing practically naked ( unsound than naked, Neha told herself, realizing how obscene her bra-encased clamped breast were looking ), the girl saw Ria relocation around the girl, checking her out. Satisfied, she grabbed one of her ass cheeks, and squeezed it heavy. Neha, fearing another round of golf of agony, instinctively moved away, but Ria merely pulled on her pilus to end this resistance.

Instead, she moved away, rummaging in her own bag this metre. Out came what looked like a very nail down swath, some tape and scissors grip. Leaving the belt-like musical instrument for the fourth dimension being, Ria picked up Neha 's panties from where they 'd fallen, she balled them up and held them before Neha 's oculus. Seeing the utterly disconnected look in her eyes, Ria chuckled, before landing another hard slap on her right cheek. As Neha opened her mouth in a sidesplitter, it was brutally cut short by a lump of cotton fiber which was wedged snugly between her lingua and amphetamine teeth. Still stunned by the unexpected Assault, Neha provided no ohmic resistance as the one-time little girl calmly cut out five column inch of the thick tape measure, and glued her lips shut with it. To be safe, another length of tape recording was soon complementing the former, at a solidus to it.

Effectively gagged, Neha saw Ria take out a distance of rophy, with which she first made a loop-the-loop around a small handle protruding from an overhead AC blowhole, probably for pulling it down once the screws were loosened. This done, Ria tugged at it, noting the lack of movement of the panel. Neha realized now what the girl was intending to do, and she began to support off. She was almost at the threshold when she felt a familiar tug on her hair. Yelping, she felt herself pulled back roughly. Should she call ? Her mind told her she could n't with the gag on. Still, she could easily rip it off. Why had n't she ? Inspite of her obvious predicament, somehow, something prevented her from helping herself, or for calling out for help. The care of embarassment ? the veneration of rape ? Or some perverse attraction to the girl who was in the process of devising steadily more degrading and hurtful mode of torturing her ?

As her disjointed nous gave no signaling, her limp mitt were grabbed and attached rougly to the death of the rope. Ria climbed upon the table between the berths to create a coordination compound of knots which soon had Neha tied securely, like some creature from a twine. Worse, the way she 'd been tied, her feet were barely touching the reason, while her lower munition were in an odd separatrix, unsupported and hurting. Whether Ria had intended this, or this odd position was all she could wield with the rocking of the caravan and the angle at which she had to do the job, Neha could not tell. All she could order was that with her base barely touching the ground, the rocking of the train was all the more noticeable, and she felt that at any moment she might loose balance, and begin danging mid air by the weight of her workforce. unsound, she might bring the AC grill panel and nicknack upon herself.

While Neha had been trying to fruitlessly correct herself, Ria had returned with the belt-like musical instrument. If Neha had known better, it was really a whip of sorts, disguised to attend like a whack so that the owner did not get questioning looks when it accidentally came out. However, as Neha was to find out, it was just as effective as a normal whip, perhaps, on write up of its girth, even more.

Ria now stepped back to admire the fille. Again, memories of an other encounter flooded her nous, making her one-half like that her current dupe would be Sir Thomas More cocky, would try to get by and fight back, just like the earlier one had done. Then, she 'd thought such resistance as a hindrance, but now, she realized it was half the fun. Sighing nostalgically, Ria wondered where that low gear young lady was now, and how she would merge her with her present victim. That was in the future, she reminded herself : for now she must train this miss, though to be good Neha seemed to be betraying a sense of attractor which made her labor far leisurely. Indeed, Ria would have rewarded her for such devotion, but training came first. Opening the door just a little bit, she checked the corridor. As she had hoped, the men had gone, deceived by the leftover of Neha 's habiliment she 'd left in another cabin on the other side of the compartment. `` Good, '' thought Ria, `` I have to get this done soon. '' Closing the door, she looked at the inadequate girl, in whose eye the swoon expectation that she would will her alone, was dying out. Ria smiled, as she advanced with the dangerous aim in her hand, till she was almost touching her victim.

Unlike her first victim, this one seemed almost on the scepter of passing out. It would be a pity if she did - after all, preparation did not admit taking smelling saltiness. Still, if her first off dupe was anything to go by, she would only become more aware as the seance progressed, and Ria knew she never hurt one enough to form her notch out from pain. It took away all the fun. Almost laughing at the girl 's predicament now, she stepped back.

whang ! The strait of the whip whistling through the air, before landing hard on a captive 's delicate eubstance, was something Ria always relished. She relished even more the pathetic yelp of a fret little girl, who was being tortured for the first metre in her biography. The whip, to be avowedly, had landed on abdomen, and the girl was now trying to punt off. Ria had anticipated this, tying the mile tight enough to forbid her from going beyond a certain space without leaving the soil. The rocking of the train made affair worse for the missy. As if to mock her try at leak, 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 mooring. This now happened, the missy being wedged in the recession made by one of the berths and the table.It gave Ria the trenchant impression of a cornered rat, terrified of the felid approaching it.

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

Ria could n't help it anymore. Lowering the lash, she broke out laughing, which grew as she noted the reduce line of work that the lash had made across her tits, the bra providing short shelter to her titty. Yet Ria the present moment Ria realized that her tits had some covert, she brought out the scissors. Beginning with the remaining cup, she slowly began to cut out the weird bulge at the center of the cup. This freed up the clamp, and it stuck out of the bra like a impossibly retentive nipple. The other cup followed, and Ria let the while of cloth fall away.

Grabbing Neha, she roughly pushed the helpless girl towards the other side of the cabin, till she was almost at the door. This allowed Ria ample acess to Neha 's tight butt. Though she always had a preference for tits, she could n't assist but admire the round suppleness of her musculus, which clenched involuntarity in unavailing anticipation of where the side by side nose candy would go. Yet for a few moments Ria paused to admire her target again. Neha was thinner than the other girl, and her ass more tight. She could just imagine how a dildo would appear, sticking out between those globes. Ria smiled - what Neha lacked in tone, she Thomas More than made up with a Orcinus orca body.

knock ! Neha felt as if a knife had been run across the distance of her binding. She would have believed that that was indeed the case, had she not known what was in Ria 's paw. Ever since the crop had begun flying, she had been in one endless nightmare, trying to flee what was impossible to run from. To name matters worse, not only were the cilium hard and unpredictable, with each nose candy, her scurrying only added to the bother in her hands. By now she was sure her joints were about to pop out. Yet she could n't simply abide there and strike the pain sensation could she ? Crack ! This blow landed between her bare ass cheeks, periliously close to her anal hole. She lost her correspondence again, and tumbled to one side, hitting the position and bouncing off, her armpit flaring up in the previous of series of painful experiences.

But it was far from over. As Neha turned to see where the side by side blow would come, the future blow indeed landed on her side, making her startle like a mark cat. As she moved to one side, so as to invalidate getting the next one at the Sami spot, she saw the whip rise again, and land on her exit leg. Again, she lost her balance, and crashed into a post, this time hitting her shoulders. And so it went on. Every meter Neha would move, she would get a whiplash on a different part of her eubstance. Though her mind told her that escape was out of the question, her body tried on, getting exhausted, and developing a severe stock in her hands. All the patch, Ria continued to look on with an expression of entertainment, which somehow, Neha feared but could not hate. Somehow, even when torturing her, when making her run around like an animal in a cage, there was something alluring about the girl, something which Neha knew would make her stay even if she was on the verge of death. Somehow, she was attracted, fatally perhaps, to everything Ria, including the sadistic juju for hurting her.

Ria watched with growing entertainment as the girl kept on trying to fly the coop the blows. Eventually she felt her whip arm tiring, and knew her former arm would n't be able to whip her half as well. Neha too seemed to be tiring, and Ria realized that she might either do permanent terms to her tied hands, or may pass out. She landed a net set of whip to the clamped titty, causing the clinch to fly in all directions, bringing away fresh moans and looks of despair from the consume female person. Flexing her muscleman, Ria now threw the lash on one of the berths, before sampling the salty fluids which were freely flowing down the daughter 's font. This done, she gently stroked Neha 's head like a dog, before gently probing her pussycat. She had intentionally left her snatch uninfluenced, such that it was most responsive when she began to bed her. But first, she decided that it was time to check upon the missy, and determine a way of getting her foremost prisoner, into the cabin. Undoing the Julian Bond which held the fille upright, she allowed her to collapse onto the flooring. Using the freed roofy to tie her legs, she checked the gag, then walked out, making sure that no one saw her emerge.

As Neha drifted off to a spasmodic, 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 prisoner 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 now. Congratulating herself on her excellent training, Ria opened the door to the fille'compartment and realized that dinner was being served. Swiftly, she inquired about the whereabouts of her get-go dupe, and soon found her, overseeing the serving of food. Pulling her aside, she instructed her to head to the first course of instruction compartment unobserved. 'Yes schoolmistress', she replied, as she had done so many times earlier in these two geezerhood.

Once she was gone, she approached the slate checker and the guard, who looked at her with expectant eyes. `` Has she .... ? '' she asked. Both nodded, barely able to enshroud their upheaval. `` Give me half an minute. '' They nodded again, and Ria went back in, resuming her earlier fundament opposite the two conservative girls. They paid no aid to her. Apsara was gone, and Ria stretched herself. Training was tiring, if pleasurable and she was thirsty. Further, though she would feature preferred to starve Neha and the other miss, she knew she would have to smuggle food out for them. Thankfully, it seemed that her start victim, who should accept by now joined Neha, had anticipated this. Sitting where Apsara had been, were three food plurality. Smiling, she hid them with a blanket, before getting on with her work.

'' Err ... .Shilpa ? '' she barely recalled the name of one of the young lady, 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 slate and that Mangala had asked her to inform them about it. They had better lecture to the ticket chequer. The two exchanged worried glimpse, not bothering to doubt the sincerity of Ria 's command. Once they had hurriedly finished their food, Ria asked them to take their baggage in case they had to relocate to some other compartment. This done, she led them out. It could n't be helped that they became a spectacle, but she was sure her for the first time 'love', rather absorbed, would handle it. She led them straight into the pantry car, where the two men were waiting, smoking cigaret. Once the missy stood right in front of them, Ria smiled at them.

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

'' certain sure '' the two men replied in unison. Ria smiled, nodded at the disjointed girls, and exited the compartment to the jarring melodic line of distaff riot.

Meanwhile, in a kickoff class cabin, Mangala had just discovered her sister lying in a state of mess, with red note crisscrossing across her binding. Her hands were tied and her she was gagged. As she digested the full significance of what had happened to her, she ran her hands gently over the red lines, which turned her sister 's honest flesh into a chequerboard. Turning her over, she saw that the poor girl 's bra had been cut out, two big clamp attached on her nipples. Reaching down to remove one, she though the better of it. Instead she paused to admire the solid melons of the girl, which she had seen often, but for the first gear time, in this `` new '' way. Not sure why she did it, she gave one of the clamps a gentle tug, causing the frame to grow with it, before falling back with a spring. She repeated the outgrowth with the other clamp, harder this time. Neha made a tenuous movement, and Mangala let go. Instead, she cupped the tit, marvelling at its fulness. No wonder boys lusted after her - Mangala 's sweet and guiltless sister, who was just embarked upon an unpredictable journey into the unknown.

Though seeing her babe this way made her want to lessen her agony, she knew unspoiled than to do anything about it. Instead, she realized that she was feeling as strange, unacceptable champion in her loins, one which told her that her baby would be a great fuck. For a full five minutes she resisted the urge, forcing her head instead to wonder what all her baby had been through. This her mind easily guessed, and as she pictured the torturing, she felt the urge growing stronger. Finally, her mind told her that there was no way the sadist who had done this to her sister would wee sprightliness any easier for Neha, and she might as well get a few loving moments between eternal sessions of overrefinement. Lowering herself till her tits touched the clamps, she placed her full lips onto those of her sis.

Ria quickly exited the compartment, and entered the first 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 sis ? Maybe she 'll never know. When the two wildcat were done with them, they would either be dumped beside the data track or sold. Either way, since they stayed in the hostel, it would be month before their parents came to discipline, and by that time, she was trusted she could cook up something. Perhaps she would n't ask to, if what she was now planning went well.

Reaching the cabin room access in a twelve strides, she banged on the door. A mo later, a affright looking female opened it, with another lying gagged and bound in the setting. Wordlessly, she strode in, leaving it to the first young lady to close the door. Once she turned after doing it, she found Ria inspecting the girl on the floor. Smiling at the sleeping grade, Ria got up, and nodded at the early girl. The little girl knew what was expected of her. For the first few Day of her breeding, she had not, and then had refused to cognise. Her stubborness had been dealt with in the abrasive way potential, with her body being left half suspended in water for a full Jan dark. To her relief, and subsequent dismay, her excellent immunity prevented pneumonia, though she went down with a fever. Worse than fever, though was the experience of being in icy cold water supply for time of day on end, almost totally naked. Coupled with flogging and butt burning, she had not only con to do what she was about to do now, but also a plethora of difficult, degrading and exhausting services that her cruel mistress demanded of her. If she still maintained an air of haughtiness, that was simply because it served her mistress'use. Inside, she was her personal sex slave.

The slave now began to get out of her dress. Ria had ruined piles of her dresses, sometimes ripping them off, more often cutting them at special situation, so as to rick the means of defending her modesty into instruments aiding her humiliation. She did not want to destroy her former dress, and got out of it before Ria could lose interest group in the bounds girl. Now in her lingerie, the missy waited for her mistress to give the signal. Many a times, she would ask her to retain her lingerie on, though again it would serve purposes diametrically opposite to what they normally were meant for. On this occassion, she got the signaling to uncase completely, and with a feeling of guilt at how completely she had fallen under Ria 's spell, she stripped off her wearing apparel with a sense akin to embossment.

Next instant, she was on all fours, crawling towards her possessor like the bitch she was. Ria paid no interest to this development till the girl was literally at her pes. Now she allowed the girl to remove her jeans, and then her panties, exposing her hairy gash to the female person. Ria now got up and sat down on Neha 's bound consistency, positioning herself upon her thigh. As the slave changed focus, Ria casually opened her legs, allowing the young lady to lower herself to the point of her vagina. The slave began with appease trouncing, flicking the outer fleshy folds. Ria knew she had had to train her quite a lot to learn her the art of eating out another adult female, but today she was n't in a temper to try out such art. Grabbing a fistful of the little girl 's hair, which was done up in a ponytail, she pushed her harder into her love hole. The girl between her branch realized that her schoolmarm was raring today, and began licking harder. Grabbing her head with the other hand, Ria responded to this effort by reaching below her to caress one of her slave 's pendulous tits. Those titmouse, easily 38DD, were one of the understanding she had chosen her, and not one of the more beautiful ( and athletic ) lady friend. Had she known then that she would accept such a great cunt of a babe, she would definitely have broken both. As it were, she was only vaguely cognizant of Neha till she saw her a couple of solar day back. Now, she was grateful that she had indeed chosen such a fornicatress.

Her hand reached one of the impenetrable flesh sacks dangling from the slave 's chest, and she cupped it for a moment, adjusting herself so that the owner of the tits could continue her work at her cunt. As the lady friend lapped harder, she squeezed the tit hard, finding the elongated pap easily. Taking it between her quarter round and index finger, she twisted it cruelly, causing the slut to gasp into her slit. Laughing, she released the tit, focussing on getting maximum joy out of the efforts of her slut. She could finger the heavy spit probing hard at her, seeking her clitoris, then finding it and flicking it, then moving off to make roach and patterns on her pussy walls before returning to the most sensible part of her vagina. Ria had taught her well, too well, she realized as she felt herself heading towards the pinnacle of orgasm at breakneck speed. But she made no feat to slow up down, allowing her hard worker to preserve up the pace.

'' Ahhh ... ..faster you bitch. Lick like your life sentence depends upon it. '' She could not be sure that the young lady, with her head trapped between her Ria 's thighs, heard her correctly, but Ria made no effort to change anything, apart from grabbing her hair with both handwriting and pushing her head further into her kitty-cat, till she was sure the fille could harldy breathe. But the striver knew better than to pause, going harder and faster, licking desperately at the slick paries, burying herself in the fluids it produced, which were currently coating her impertinence, eyes, nose and indeed her whole facial expression, matting her hair as it did so.As she flicked her clit again, she felt the girlfriend 's stage stiffen.Next moment she was writhing in orgasm, thrashing like a madden tool atop the bound missy, with her slave being drowned in her cum between her legs.

For what seemed like an eternity, the striver felt waving after wave of her schoolmistress'cum wash over her, till she believed that this time she would surely be drowned. Finally, the peg 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 chest before coming to perch, she saw the girl staring at her, with a admixture of shock, horror and discouragement. The slave sighed, and looked away. very much as she knew that this was bound to happen sometime, it still hurt her to agnize that her youthful sister, the dessert and innocent Neha, had just seen her elder sister, the proud, haughty and victorian 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 survey the two female person. One, the one she had been with since morning, was thin, lithe and had small steady breasts. Her babe, however, was slightly fat, but over her bulging pot, she had two huge melons. Infact she had lusted after them from the first base day she had met her. With some amusement, she remembered the days she 'd spend wondering how to break the haughty missy. In the end it had been ridiculously light. Perhaps she had never been in such a position. More likely she had never had to use her arms to fight herself in her biography. Either way, one night when they were sleeping over at Ria 's plaza, she had grabbed her, and armtwisted the missy into giving her a prospicient gay woman kiss. To be certainly, Mangala had put up much Thomas More resistance than Neha had, but in the end Ria had won, and thus began Mangala 's line into bacchanal. She had been progressively broken, made to suck off all sorts of men, and eventually act like a portable toilet for Ria. All that had been achieved calendar month ago, but it was only recently that she had seen Neha, and Neha 's education had just begun. There was still a farsighted, albeit pleasurable way to go.

It was time to advance Neha. As she bent down, she saw that Neha was indeed awake. On her expression was a spirit 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 joke at her naivete, Ria dragged Neha up. It was now safe to untie her bonds and gag, and these were skilfully done away with. Once lineage surged back into Neha 's arms, the pain in them seeemed to grow again. Yet she barely felt the pain, as the news that her sister was infact a sex slave was yet to pass in. She saw the Ria land a charge on Mangala 's backrest, and the miss scurried up onto her knees, her eye betraying total submission.

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 theme. She grabbed Neha and forced her to resist. 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 pussy. Positioning Neha such that her legs were on either side of the older baby 's head, she grabbed Neha, one hand on her head the other on her ass. Pausing for a here and now to admire her ass again, she then pushed both downwards.

Neha found herself staring at her own sis 's pussy, her wondered if she was to do what pornstars did in such circumstances. Her fears were confirmed when she felt a glossa, which could only be that of her sister, gently probing her kitty-cat. She tried to pull away, still unable to fathom the import of being eaten out by her own baby. But Ria would take in none of it, controlling her by the hair. Realizing that she had no option, snag began to mold in her eye again as she extended her spit to the brown slash. With extreme point disinclination, she began to dig into the pussy with her natural language. However, clearly she was doing something legal injury, for Ria pulled her up by the hair again. Using one of her deal, she pried unfold Mangala 's slit opening, and pushed Neha into it. Neha, suffocated for the here and now, had no option to lick away at the pinko inside of her sister 's slice.

As Neha slowly licked, Ria stood back to look up to the peck of the two babe eating each other out. `` the perfect tense menage '' she thought. Just one thing was missing, her judgment added. Going back to her bag, she searched for a dildo, and found it. Strangely, it was unlike from the one she had. It was thinner, but longer. As she wondered at its front, she realized that she had been going through Neha 's bag. Smiling at the fact that the `` unacquainted '' young woman was not so innocent after all, she picked it up and took out a feeding bottle of lubricant from her own bag. Applying it generously over the dildo, she went back to the `` duad '', and settled down upon Neha. By now, Mangala 's ministration had brought out a honest amount of juice from her younger sister. Mangala 's own slit was getting wet as well, but given the want of expertise of Neha, Ria suspected it was more out of the sense of eating out Neha that Mangala was getting wet.

Having thoroughly lubed the dildo, Ria positioned it over Neha 's ass. As she did so, she saw the older sister 's center, visible through the crack of Neha 's ass, beseech her not to take her younger baby 's virginity. `` It 's your sis 's Mango ( the epithet by which Ria referred to Mangala, and specifically to her breasts ). She 's not so destitute after all. '' Before she could stand the fact, Ria added `` And, it 's not for her kitty. '' Mangala 's expression changed to one of shock, as she realized what her mistress meant. A moment later, she saw her fears twist into realness, even as her sister 's puss released increasing amounts of cum onto her fount.

Neha was becoming steadily more aroused. She had given up the inadequate fight against her Sister 's expert work, her judgement forcing her to accept the fact that just like when she 'd been tied up, no thing what she did, she would have to front the same destiny. This time, the portion was enjoyable, and she settled down to enjoy her sister 's licking. Though Ria was no longer forcing her, Neha continued to lick at her sister 's pussy, which rewarded her with succus she never knew her sister had. inconceivable though it was, Neha realized that if indeed she was Ria 's slave, she would herself have got cum C of sentence. The very thought, 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 kitty to explore. Refusing to answer the query her head asked, she began to lick with greater vim, seeking to find the one berth which was sensitive in every lady friend.

However, as she increased her step, she felt something difficult touching her ass. Maybe Ria had kept something there ? She paid little attention, knowing that she was doing what her mistress ( her creative thinker asked again, mistress ? ) demanded. Yet, the thing was beginning to iron harder, right at the tip where her asshole was. It could no longer be a coincidence - the matter, whatever it was, was going to insert her ! She now raised her head, and found her voice for the for the first time time. `` Please Ria, do n't put it there ! Please, I 'll do anything. ''

Her nous cruelly told her that she would anyhow do anything the female child wanted, and right now she wanted to bonk her in the ass. Ignoring her head as she had done so often today, Neha besseched her again. SHe got no reply, Ria too intent upon forcing the foreing object down the resisting chute to rag. By now the dildo was pushing hard against her virgin sphincter, and Ria felt nostalgic in thought of the time she 'd broken in Mangala 's asshole, in the backbone of a lecture hall, even as the class went on before them.

Mangala had remained quiet. Neha however was already blabbering something, and Ria had to pause to swat away the fallible manus that was hovering around Ria 's waistline. Infact, she turned around such that she was facing Neha 's ass, and her sister 's side. Bending down to get a ameliorate face at her virgin ass, she began pushing harder, willing the resistance to reach way. At the former end, Neha had guessed from what Ria told her sister that it was her own dildo being pushed into the wrongfulness hollow. Cursing her decision to convey it along, she clenched her teeth, bequeath herself to bear this out in silence.

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

It seemed like an eternity before quiet descended. She could have stopped the scream with a gruelling smack at any here and now, but having gagged the daughter for so long, she had been deprived of the joy of hearing a new slave sidesplitter. Now she heard the poor people brute scream in agony, reminding her again of the multiple times her elderberry bush sis 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 designate job, and even amidst the nuisance she knew her sister was going through, her pussy had been giving out copious amounts of juice. When RIa had told her that her babe was not a Virgo the Virgin, she had refused to believe it. But now she, being drenched in the fluids of her own sister, did not quite feel so for certain. Again, instead of bringing concern and shame as it would once hold, the view merely brought excitement to the girl, making her add more of her own juice to Neha 's look at the diametrical end.

Now, as she watched the dildo go in with a brute drive, and the subsequent thigh-slapper, she knew how her sister must be feeling. As she continued to thrash, she watched mesmerised as the dildo, thicker than the one that had been used upon her, went thick and deeper. Her babe 's ass muted the screams that were coming out of her sister 's sassing, and this allowed her to watch as the dildo, about 9 inch long, went in about halfway through. Then Ria pulled it out a short, and then it went deeper, almost seven in. Ria now held it there, even as Mangala realized that at the pace at which she was going, Neha would cum soon.

Ria now began to pull it out a slight, wondering if Neha had reached her demarcation. She still remembered breaking in the star student on her lap at the book binding of the hall, but then only about 5 inch had gone in. Clearly her petite sis could carry more. Ria shoved in plump for harder, sending another half inch inside. She could see Neha 's ass muscles spasming, as she tried to eject the foreign object. But it was futile - her own pick of dildo, meant even without Ria holding it there, she would not be able to take it. Infact, Ria removed her paw, 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 picayune puppy also has a tail. ``

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

So close infact that Neha wanted to dig her pussycat against her sister 's side. Since Ria 's weight prevented it, she remained still, licking Mangala occassionally, but concentrating mostly on the stab of pleasance that were emanating so close from her source of hurting. Then suddenly, she felt Ria get down pulling the affair out, and Neha instantly wished Ria had left it in there. However, all she could do was plead, or stare blankly at her sister 's rapidly moistening pussy. She did the latter, infact burying her face in the soft bend, seeking comfort from the blinding hurting in her babe 's private component.

Mangala, by now determined to take her sister to orgasm, licked evermore furiously at her sister 's slit. Infact, she was trying to do in force than what she did for her mistress, since her mind gave her the weird logic that Neha needed her to a greater extent than did Ria. As she saw the dildo move out gradually, she felt something backbreaking press against her own kitty-cat, and the realization that it was her sister 's cheek, which had only been intermittently in contact with her, raised her upheaval several fold. Was she too trying to get her off ? Mangala knew Neha was inexperienced, so it was expected that she would not do a smashing job. Whatever she did, however, was good enough for her. Her determination increasing as the dildo finally exited Neha with a pop, she licked furiously, enjoying the slight buckling of her sister 's kitty over her.

Ria, having removed the dildo completely, noted the blood and shit it was covered in. Wondering fro a second if she should get it cleaned by either of the girls, she realized how tightlipped both were to orgasm, and she was determined to have a dildo in Neha 's snatch the first time she was brought to a lesbian orgasm. Positioning the dildo, she plunged in interior again, causing Neha to raise her head to scream, before burying it again in Mangala 's slit. 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 round of golf ass to the full.

As she did so, Neha, her face buried in Mangala 's twat, realized at the same metre that her sister appeared close to cumming, and also that the rape of her ass was causing a unknown superstar. 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 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 sensations of an volume she 'd never felt before. And then she was at the edge. Instead of screaming out however, buried as she was in a twat. she bit into it, grazing something like a nub in the process, as she felt her floodgates open. At the former end, Mangala felt something motility deeper into her pussy, before touching her neglected clitoris. The flavor, coupled with the fruition that her sister had finally found her clit, was too much for her. She let out a retentive groan as her own pussy exploded into the face of her younger sister.

As they came, Ria felt the young trunk writhing below her. Cum was gushing like a two headed fountain on either end, spraying both missy together, as if underscoring the fact that they were babe. Ceasing to fuck Neha 's ass, Ria passively enjoyed the fruits of her efforts - two jade sisters cumming to each early. What could be effective ?

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

Taking it, she crawled over to Neha, bending over her. She helped the dog-tired girl onto her haunches, seeing the smell of confused lecherousness in her look. Trying to smile as best as she could, she reached out and held the collar before Neha 's eyes. Behind her, a phonation came `` WIth proper ceremonial 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 name ? `` Ne ... neha ''

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

Confusion increased on the female child 's face. Mangala held the tag close to the fille 's center, remembering well the day, just after the issue had announced that Mangala had topped the year, when her own `` ceremony '' had taken place, her gold medal being stuffed up her ass in the summons. Neha took her time to read it `` Fuckbunny ? '' SHe looked with renewed confusion at her baby. Mangala nodded as she pushed back Neha 's hair, fastening the collar round her slender neck opening `` Fuckbunny ''.

Before Neha could digest this change, Ria was fastening strand to the mob dangling from the two collars. 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 pass 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 endure in her new avatar. But before she could do so, her eyes fell on the two flesh cup of tea hanging from Mangala 's thorax. Somewhere, in some dissimilar man, she may take in been horrified by the thought of being carnally attracted to her own babe. But in this present world, where she had just had sex with her, and been turned into a fuckpet for the girl who owned her babe, zilch seemed lucid anymore.

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

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

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

Ria stood there, not 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 voice trembling, she asked, `` S-so ? ``, noting as she said so, the turn of sentry go standing in the room access behind him. `` S-so ? ``

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

( may be continued )
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( written by Pandorius999 )

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