`` An unexpected journey ''

Neha stood in front end of the mirror, staring at her petite 5'2 frame, straightening her wild blue yonder blouse, before moving to the shorts she had paired with them. Noticing a slight blemish on the flop 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 plan to alter her shorts, she began to apply sun blocker to her expression, preparing for the hot sun that beat down outside.

As she applied the emollient generously over her oval nerve, before rubbing some more on her os frontale and over her eyelids, she again paused to look into herself out. Barring the fact that she had some White strokes of nimiety cream making not so artistic lines on her cheeks, she looked pretty much the way she wanted to appear. At 19 and just out of her first year in a girls'college, Neha may have some half-baked ideas about what the world wanted a fille to look like, but no one could deny that she was pretty. If her Father of the Church were to be believed, it was her Amygdalus communis shaped optic, rare for her community, set on a slightly lengthened facial expression, with high eyebrow and perfect rim, which made her the cynosure of all optic. That those eyes had hitherto been those of ageing aunts, street ragtag and bobtail and ofcourse her puritan of a Sister, was not her fault. As she adjusted the straight articulatio humeri length hair which completed her smiler, she was filled with the all too fellow yearning to be appreciated by a man. With her looks, why would n't they ? But first, she 'd make to line up a way of evading her Sister 's iron detention, 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 profoundness of an all too familiar public, came the representative of her mother. Neha looked at herself once more, then rubbed the sunscreen more evenly over her face. This done, she headed downstairs, to see Mangala and her friend Ria standing around what looked like their baggage. THeir female parent was standing a little away, by the kitchen counterpunch, asking if they would need anything else.

'' Mom if I needed anything else, I 'd cause added it already. Now if you 'd do as I asked you to, maybe your daughter will be able to just catch the train. '' Typical Mangala. Neha sighed again, as she descended the step. Halfway down, however, Mangala noticed the phantom, and promptly shifted her ire onto her jr. sibling. `` My dear baby daughter, if you could kindly get your things make instead of staring at your cranium, we 'd all be very much obliged. '' It took Neha a few seconds to show the Holy Writ cranium, second in which Mangala had covered the length between them, and was pushing her up the stairs like a pouch of potatoes.

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

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

'' Good. Extra barrage fire for the camera ?'

'' Yes ''

And so it went on, till Neha was quite trusted they 'd drop the day checklisting every clause in her room. This, after Mangala had personally supervised her packing the Nox before. `` What 's that big bulky object sticking out of the backpack ? '' Before she could answer, her sis had fished out her favorite stuffed toy out of the bag, and was holding it like the evidence of some henious offence. `` Did I not specefically ask you not to include this ? '' Neha gave a morose smell. The teddy flew into the wardrobe, and her sister stomped out. From the bottom of the inning of the stair came a footnote to fill her mobile and get her material downstairs in five secondment. Openly swearing now, Neha finished packing, intentionally placing the toy back in the bag. This done, she picked up her cellphone and purse, before running a flying check for anything she 'd left behind. zilch except ... ..her eyes spotted an elongate aim sticking out of her underwear drawer. On a hunch, she picked it up and stuffed it into her bag. All done, she headed down, wondering if the educational trip would be allowed to remain just that.

An hour and another stuffed toy related debate later, Neha found herself in a train compartment with fifty dollar bill more smelly female, all of whom were desperately trying to shroud their torso odour with a variety of redolent chemical compound. None were succeeding, her pinched senses informed her, as she somehow managed to wedge between Apsara, who looked more like the weighty mother of an angel than an angel herself, and her sister 's friend Ria. often to her relief, Ria proved to be more good-humored caller. Ria was 21, and easily stood a foot over Neha. A instinctive athlete and terpsichorean, her human body reminded one of the feature film of the female figurines which adorned the walls of temples. `` 36C-28-40 '' Neha made a genial guess of the girlfriend '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 smiling from the heavy girl. Unfortunately, the smile only made her take care even more like soul 's mother-in-law, and Neha was forced to wait away. Right in front of her, two conservative-looking girls 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 response she was getting, yet frightening of looking at Ria again, Neha moved her head in random directions for a few minutes. Everywhere she looked however, she was met with inquiring, sometimes disapproving looks. They seemed to say `` What 's your business here kid ? '' They were right. This was a Third class head trip, and had her Sister not used her influence to get an spear carrier tag for her, there was no way she 'd bear been in the train at that here and now. On second sentiment, maybe getting bored for two recollective summer calendar month was better than going to a crew of rock cut caves with a bevy of evil looking lady friend. And where exactly was her sister ?

Ria seemed to register her idea. `` Feeling out of place eh ? It happens. Your sister is meddling with the ticket-checker, probably haggling over something. '' Neha had no option but to look at her now, and she was again struck by Ria 's feature - only this clock time, they were facial. Neha noted, with taste the fact that Ria too had an oval face, but her eyes were big and round. So too were her lip, the light pink on them going well with her fall cutis tone. Like all miss Neha knew, Ria had black hair's-breadth, made into curls which fell gracefully along her shoulders. Now, as she spoke, she gently brushed one of them aside. Before she realized what she was doing, Neha had reached out and was gently stroking those silky ringlet.

If Ria found her behaviour strange, she showed no sign of it. Instead she let her protagonist 's sis stroke her hair, running her long white fingers through the lightlessness the great unwashed, gently pulling it till it gave way. Instinctively, she moved one, then all, fingers from the hair to the evenhandedly cheeks. ineffective to split up eye contact, Ria felt diffuse fingers glide ever so gently over her case, till they covered her cheeks, moving over her nose towards her forehead.

Suddenly Neha was aware of a cough behind her, and turned to see Apsara looking at her with an reflexion like that of her female parent. Nonplussed, she stared straight ahead, at the two fille. They too had noticed the more than favorable affectionateness of this alien towards their classmate, and in all likelihood would hold coughed, nay belched if Apsara not obliged. they now looked at her with an expression akin to the faithful towards a heretic. Unable to return to Ria after what had transpired, Neha instead settled in for a war of glares.

She did not have a go at it how prospicient she kept up the unequal struggle, but eventually she tired of constantly giving stares which were more in the field of her baby. Instead, she got up, and without casting so much as a flavor towards the objective of her unexpected affection, she headed towards the toilet. Unfortunately, news appeared to deliver travelled fast, for she got inquisitive stares and the occassional giggle from many of the char. Reaching the door, of the compartment, she realized it was open, allowing the open countryside to rush by. More importantly, after the suffocating atmosphere of the bunk, she found the sang-froid air rushing in from the William Claude Dukenfield, refreshing. Evidently it had rained sometime in the region they were passing, and Neha settled down to revel the breeze.

With the breeze however, the thoughts of Ria seemed to return. What had she done ? On the face of it, all she had done was admire the beauty of a person of the same gender. But as everyone in the compartment probably knew by now, the manner of admiration had exceeded the definition of friendly touching by a mi and more. Somehow, she 'd experience attracted to the girl as she 'd not been to any other person. Had Ria too admired her ? She 'd always wanted to be admired by a man, but at that moment she desperately wanted to be appreciated by Ria. Unknowingly, she 'd evolve a calf love on Ria.

As she pondered in depth the developments of the former half minute, she did not acknowledge another name emerge behind her, and stand silently for a minute. It made a apparent motion as if it 'd favor to go back, then stopped. Sighing, it lowered itself beside the retrospecting girl. Getting no reaction from her, she gently placed a hand over the girl 's flimsy shoulders. The girl almost jumped out of the caravan in surprisal, before stammering `` Wh ... .who ? Oh ! '' Her attempt at hiding the blow 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 smell Neha trembling beneath her. Trying to calm her down, she moved closer, till their shoulder met. Now she could palpate her entire organic structure vibrating with the tremors emanating from the girl beside her.

Neha felt Ria shift finisher. though she now had ample reason to calculate at her, Neha somehow could not make for herself to depend at her. Why had she come ? To tell her that what she did was wrong ? Being the sister of the most prudish girl in the public, she 'd try the talking to a million times, and had become immune to such comments. Still, this was not her sister, but the girl she ... .Neha forced her mind to say the Son `` liked '', but she knew her intellect had formed a different word. A word which Ria seemed to somehow sense, for she withdrew her hired man. Yet she did not go out, but stayed there, staring flat ahead.

import passed. Neha cast a fleeting glimpse at her baby 's friend, who seemed so unlike from her babe, yet so upstage right now. What was she thinking ? Neha cast another glance, and this clock time Ria met her gaze. Their oculus 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 white. Neha continued to stare, unable to break her gaze away from the beautiful typeface 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 narrow fraction of a second ? Neha could n't assure.

They sat as before, each staring ahead. Yet now Neha had a burn desire to know what the other persuasion, and raised her middle towards Ria again. Before she could canvass her in any detail, however, one of the daughter from the compartment appeared at the border of her vision. Quickly, she looked away, her ears nevertheless noting a giggle from the interloper before she disappeared into one of the can cubicles. Neha could not suffer 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 verbalise a single Logos `` waiting ''. Neha settled down again, wondering why she needed to wait, and for what. Still, this was the low gear reaction she 'd got from the lady friend after the second lustful bit, and she was n't about to disobey. Ria made no further house of knowing her, and as the minutes ticked by, Neha increasingly began to suspect that they were waiting for the giggling missy to leave. Her guess was right-hand. After an eternity, the missy emerged and headed back, serenading the twain with another snigger.

As soon as she was gone, Ria jumped up, grabbed Neha roughly by the arm and with surprising strong suit, yanked her up. Before she knew anything, Neha found herself flying across the vestibule, into another compartment. This was evidently the for the first time class compartment, for on each side were door leading into cabins. Ria chose the s, and peered in. It was discharge. From the look of things, all of them were empty. next moment, Neha felt herself shoved into the cabin, with Ria following, shutting the threshold 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 motility, till Neha could take it no more. Tentatively, she took a step towards Ria, her speedy breathing adding to the sense of desperation that animated her features. Ria instinctively took a footprint back. Neha stopped, then slumped down on a berth, looking out of the window. Ria waited another moment, before taking a seat. To Neha 's surprise, it was not diametric, but beside her.

'' Neha ... .. ''

Neha did n't want to reckon. So far she 'd been convinced that Ria had been offended by her preliminary, and had come to crystalize issue out. But if that was the vitrine, why drag them in here ? This secluded shoes was to a lesser extent apt for apologies than for ... ..'Neha .... '' Neha could n't bear it anymore. She looked, and was surprised to see a strange feel in Ria 's eyes. Before she could bring in it, Neha was looking deep into Ria 's optic again, and this time, Ria came forward, till they were rectify beside each other. As if on cue, Neha 's deal moved towards her face, resuming what had been rudely disturbed earlier. This meter however, her hands seemed determined to explore more of Ria 's feminine beauty. Barely realizing it, Neha moved her hired man slowly over Ria 's moist lips, gently running over the soft petals before slowly parting them with her finger's breadth. Her eyes fixed on Ria, her exponent fingerbreadth began to press harder, till it was pushing against a bony roadblock. Harder, and she felt Ria open her mouth a piffling. Warm air wafted out, drifting over Neha 's helping hand, causing her finger to push harder, till it was inside her mouth. As it began to explore her buccal cavity, Neha could palpate her desire growing stronger, forcing her to push in a instant, then a third finger. But finger's breadth were not enough.

Her collaborator meanwhile, was quicker in analyzing the place. Having been surprised by the lust the untried lady friend felt towards her, she 'd waited till she could be sure of it. Never the one to approach anyone directly, she 'd played the persona of the surprised girl to perfection. Now that she could be sure, she felt she could consider on ... ..Ria 's attention was distracted by one of Neha 's nails brushing against her sensible cheeks. Yet the very distraction brought back memory board of an earlier time, with a dissimilar person. `` So standardised '' she thought, `` even exactly same. '' Suppressing the urge to joke at the gumption of deja vu, she instead decided that the risks were now minimal. She might as well get on with it. In a moment, she had effected it. Neha 's wet fingerbreadth were now in mid air, her dead body turned around skilfully till it was categoric upon the post. Getting the comrade common sense of being in control, she lowered herself onto the missy, wondering if she would savor just like ... ...

Her better half, surprised by the sudden loss of restraint, was soon in the pure bliss of her first sapphic kiss. . She now felt sure she 'd always wanted Ria, Ria 's easygoing lip to be exact. She felt certainly her attraction was primeval, something which she 'd not clearly realized. Why how when. Neha 's mind asked in a distant vocalism, one she was familiar with in her footling room back home. A room where she 'd longed for a man 's feeling. Now ... ..in this alien compartment, it seemed everything had changed. She 'd found pure love, and that too in a woman who was her babe 's best supporter. But again, did she handle ? She did n't get to to respond. Instead her brim pressed harder, taking Ria 's lower lip in an amourous bosom, delighting in the taste of another female. Pulling out slowly, she caught the pink petal again, prolonging the embrace, even as her eyes looked ever mystifying into Ria 's orbs, asking a million questions and getting what answers, she knew not.

For the abbreviated of moments, Neha came up for air, before going back to capture the upper lip. Unconsciously her work force, moved closer. As she continued to snog, her helping hand moved into the familiar silky recourse of Ria 's mane, stroking it like she would stroke a lover 's. Strangely, Ria seemed to be beginning to respond as well, her eye betraying a lust that pushed aside discombobulation, even as her breathing became faster, seemingly matching the heartbeat of Neha 's core.

Yet Ria seemed to want more, and faster. Stopping mid-kiss, she pulled away, and looked deep into the early girl 's eyes. Next instant, she plunged into another kiss, but one which was faster, more lubricious and for Neha, more ravishing. Before she knew it, her lips had been parted, and a writhe process had penetrated it, pushing past her tooth, seeking her knife. Neha did n't need to comply : her knife was found and engaged in passionate play by the invader. Not bothering to question what had occassioned this change, Neha lay there as Ria explored her sass, running along her cheeks, dentition and what not, even as Neha 's own resident appendage gave it relentless chase.

Just as she seemed to be settling into a rythm, Ria broke away again, this time to vanish from Neha 's persuasion. As the surprised missy raised her pass 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 chiliad kisses on it. Neha raised her hand to hold this inconspicuous attacker, running her fingers gently through the hair which she so loved, as Ria ravaged her neck opening and shoulder joint as she 'd earlier done with her oral fissure.

'' Unhhh '' a moan escaped Neha 's mouth, relating to what she knew not, but expressing the deep desire which was overflowing inside her, demanding that either she or Ria take her body to a state of ecstacy she 'd never before experienced in her life. The front on her cervix stopped, and reappeared on her lips, kissing hard, eagre to take in as lots of the other as human anatomy would countenance. Neha 's hands now wrapped around Ria 's berm, willing her to press out harder against her torso, till they could become one. Ria replied by running her manpower through Neha 's pilus, making waves and traffic pattern which only served to make her more.

They were kissing faster now, kissing with wild wildness, their spit chasing each other, thumb and entwining, till one would come up for intimation. And then back again. Neha was now pressing harder into Ria 's back, digging her nails into the delicate frame, wanting to rive her completely deep down. As they writhed, she was also cognizant of her chest mashed against hers. Those double-dyed bosom ! As Ria came up for air, she wedged her hands between their bodies, such that she was now cupping one of her lover 's tit.

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

The fact that Ria made short 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 tumid, almost pendulous. Yet, they appeared firm, without any more sag than that expected of such large orbs. Better still, as she looked on, she could almost see her nipples growing in size of it, till they were almost halff an in long. As if to toy with her, Ria lazily raised her arms, till they were interlocked above her brain. The move caused an ever so slight leap in the dope, but it was decent to draw Neha 's lustfulness for those tits unruly. Strangely, Ria lowered her mitt in metre to push her back down.

Instead, she moved her hands up Neha 's trunk, feeling her cushy belly, before reaching her boob. Not as large as Ria 's but also firm, they were subjected to some lenify pressing through the delicate fabric of her clothes. Then, as Neha raised her work force again, seeking the enticing yield hanging from Ria 's bureau, she suddenly felt a knifelike painfulness in her chest - Ria was mauling her tits hard.

'' Ahhh ... '' the involuntary moan caused Ria to pause for a moment, then restart the cruel squeezing. She now positioned her hands till they were each cupping a tit. As Neha realized that Ria 's hands were just the right size of it for her tits, she felt Ria 's fingerbreadth dig deep into the soft soma, sending stab of agony through her torso, along with sparks of sensual passion. Squeezing till Neha was sure her fingers had penetrated her flesh, she held them there, looking deep into Neha 's optic. As Neha tried to focus through the blinding pain, she saw that Ria 's saying had changed. It was no yearner that of a confused missy, but one of a hungry female person, who was determined to necessitate everything she wanted from her cooperator. And evidently, she wanted it fast.

For the fraction of a instant, Neha felt the pressing on her tits relax, then they were trapped in those vice like fingers again. Worse, she moved her hands up and down, mashind the wrapped melons against each former, causing Neha to breathe another groan of nuisance. Again she held it for what seemed like an timelessness. Then the fingers relaxed, and Neha lowered her head, hitherto craning upwards to beg mercy of her lover. As relief flooded her mamilla, she barely heard the bust of fabric. Yet she did notice the imperturbability of the cabin air on her bare abdomen, and a bit later, was shocked to observe a leaf blade appear out of nowhere. As her mind became fully mindful of her predicament, she saw the blade lower itself onto her shoulder, before moving slowly over her skin till it was under her bra strap. She felt a tug against her breast, as if it was being pulled up, then an precipitous release. Her bra shoulder strap had just been sliced into two. standardized fate met the former strap, and thereafter Neha felt the knife in the valley between her mounds. The sound of fabric being cut met her ear, and then cool off air brushed across her sensitive teat.

Stunned by the developments, she was nonplussed to find that even after disposing so callously of her vesture, Ria still had the knife in her hand. Was she planning on killing her ? As a feeling of panic began to make her breathe faster, she found the knife hovering over her chest of drawers, dangerously near her pounding warmness. She knew raising her bridge player would be useless - she had been defeated without a tracing of difficulty earlier, and Ria had n't yet shown what exactly she was intending to do. Neha had no intention of ending her lifespan lying below a tribade Orcinus orca.

As her idea raced, and her heart throbbed in her throat, Ria lowered the tongue trough it was lying over her left tit. With an expression of eagerness, she began to run the flat of the leaf blade over her nipples, causing the sum to oppose to the cold sword. The knife now moved from one nipple, over the space between her breasts, to the other. A similar treatment followed, making Neha feel that her heart would explode in her chest. The knife was now raised, till it hovered once again, this time over her face. Neha knew that even if Ria dropped it, Neha stood to drop off some component part of her face. Her middle fixed on the Damocles'blade, she became aware of the handwriting on her tit again. This meter it gave a playful power play, before reaching for her nipple. For a moment it lay there, just as the knife had done, feeling the hardness of the teat above a Hill of indistinctness. Then it slowly captured the hill between two fingers.

Next bit, Neha, fixated as she was to the deadly artillery 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 straining. rip welled in her eyes, causing her to vocalize what her organic structure had been screaming in her mind foresighted before. `` Please Ria, it hurts ! ``

Ria merely raised the knife to her own sass, in a motion telling her to stay serenity. Neha noticed how Ria had changed. She now looked not only thirsty, but also dangerous, like a lioness over her prey. Neha had begun to wonder if she 'd made a mistake by lusting after this seemingly friendly girl. Did she hate her baby ? Was she taking out all the angst against Mangala on the jr. 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 alternative, Neha shuddered to suppose, was that somehow Ria enjoyed causing pain.

Ria let go of her tit, only to snipe the other, this time twisting her nipple hard, causing Neha to beg with growing desperation. To be honest, she 'd at one meter or the other masturbated to video of girlfriend being punished, and the painful sensation, though big, was something she 'd expected from a less than gentle devotee. What terrified her, rather, was the fact that Ria was behaving in a sadistic fashion, one which told her of great tribulations lying ahead.

As she pondered over these, she saw Ria 's question disappear again, along with the tongue. Next instant, she felt something warm enclose her get out pap. Unrestrained this sentence, she saw Ria 's head latching onto the tit, sucking it like it was going to yeild milk. Inspite of the painful sensation ( and she could build out some of the topmost marks on her tit ), Neha could n't serve but question at the fresh sensation that was beginning to course of study through her body. Having been freed temporarily ( she guessed ) from any new agony, she became more acutely aware of the soft drag on her breast, which was causing her intimate urge, momentarily overwhelmed by pain, to arise again. During the numerous bedtime visit into the man of her intimate fantasies, she 'd wondered what it would be like to be sucked on by an adult. Now, it was all coming admittedly, in the strangest of portion, and though she was fully cognisant that this lull in Ria 's brutality may be misleading, she could n't facilitate but seek More of Ria 's flaccid mouth, lapping and sucking at her put up nub. Finally raising her justly hand, she placed it gently on Ria 's chief, and was relieved to find no resistor. Emboldened, she began to press her palm harder against Ria 's head, willing her to suck harder. Ria seemed to comply, causing Neha to become steadily more aflame.

As Ria 's succour continued, Neha 's psyche began once again to recollect of pleasure, and delight alone. She began to press her offend breast against her tormentor 's face, raising herself in the hope that Ria would thus get More of her tit into her rima oris. Rather conversely, Ria stopped, raising her school principal from the girl 's chest. Her eye disclosed nix, and Neha wondered what she 'd done to abort the intimate act. Slowly, Ria raised herself, till she was once again straddling Neha, her proud boob 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 go away it, and made a single threatening question towards her. In another second, 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 Mary Jane, and she raised herself, massaging her brusied titty as she did so. As the cool down air conditioned air began raise goosebumps across her book binding, she realized her predicament. Ria had, by tearing her wearing apparel ( 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 guards and tag checker were not known to be of flawless morality. Her mind told her she should be cursing herself for lusting after Ria, but she could n't quite bring herself to do so. After all, Ria had given her such unknown pleasures, and as the bother subsided, Neha began to marvel if being with Ria the half lover half sadist, may not be such a bad proposition after all.

Having nix 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 former fair sex before. there was nothing to prove it, yet something in her forceful, domineering character told her that even if she had not, she would likely know everything about sapphic sex, there was to have it off. And Neha wanted to line up out. After all, now that she had taken the plunge, the plunge that had left her au naturel yet strangely fulfilled in an empty-bellied cabin, she might as well learn more. Maybe, she could drop the night with Ria, making love till ... ..

A audio outdoors caught her attention. It seemed someone had opened the door to the get-go class compartment, and Neha could n't be sure if it was Ria or one of the guards. Somehow she did n't require to cover herself from Ria, but ... ... Spotting the small-scale space below the down post, she quickly crawled into it. Moments later, the doorway opened, and Neha could make out a dyad of military boots framed by the open door. The trespasser had evidently hoped to ascertain somebody, and for a moment he stood there. Then, he abruptly turned and walked off, the sound of arduous rubber dying away. He had left the door open, and Neha could n't be certain if he had left for good, or was merely consulting a colleague. Her heart still in her mouth, Neha lay as still as she could for a while, before crawling out and moving as softly as she could to the door.

Peering out, she saw constringe passage devoid of life, but voices in the aloofness. What should she do ? If they ran a exhaustive search of the cabin, they would surely rule her. Even if she was left unmolested, it would be a terribly embarassing to be discovered naked before so many girls. News would spread like wildfire ... ... as Neha scrutinised the end of the corridor from where the auditory sensation were coming, she suddenly found a supple bod standing beside her. Jumping back in affright, it was a bit before she realized it was Ria, back with their base and a shirt. Without a Logos, she threw the shirt at the nonplused girl, and raced off in the direction opposition to the one towards which Neha had been looking.

For a moment, nothing seemed to attain sense. The sound of a interpreter nearing, however, suddenly cleared up her header. Pulling on the shirt somehow, she saw the safeguard and the just the ticket checker moving towards the undetermined door of the compartment. Her heart in her rima oris, she made a dash 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 option seemed to be to observe running. Cabins whizzed past her as her eye desperately searched for any planetary house of Ria. She was nearing the end of the compartment, and soon she would be at another vestibule. Should she slow down down ? She realized too late that it was n't an choice, as a figure materialized before her. WHAM !

Next moment she was lying monotonous on the floor, or more correctly, upon someone who was lying level on the floor. Whoever it was, however, was undaunted by this assault, and quickly pushed Neha off itself, before dragging her by the tomentum into the nearest cabin. annoyance stab through her head, eclipsing all others, but Neha had no fourth dimension, much LE breathing place, to shout out. Three secondment later, she was laid down compressed on the storey, and the doorway securely closed.

Instantly her custody went to her poor hair, but it did n't forbid her from realizing that it had been Ria who had reacted so swiftly to Neha 's headlong arrival, and had used a brutally 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 time, there was grim importunity written all over her boldness. Lowering herself till she was inches from Neha 's face, Ria recklessly undid two buttons of the hastily donned shirt. Finding her left tit, she squeezed it severely, forcing Neha to focus on the girl above her. Again, no intelligence were spoken, but from gestures, Ria made it clear that they would have to be absolutely quiet till the two men left. Neha wanted to add, `` if they left '', but she guessed the older girl already knew this.

But silence clearly did not equate with inertia 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 sign of wanting to taste the succulent buds. Instead, she furnished two iniquity looking clamps from her pocket ( inspite of the fear of inevitable hurting, Neha could n't avail inquire how a girl could be so resourceful, unless ... .she had planned for it ! ). Neha watched in extensive eyed horror as one of her still raise mamilla was slowly captured by the clamp, before it closed over it. `` Unhhh ... .please Ria ! '' future present moment, a stinging botheration on her left impudence had joined the botheration coursing from her tit, and she opened her tearfilled middle to see Ria giving her a stern feeling, one fingerbreadth on her back talk. Unfortunately, the deal also included the view of the early clamp, which was in the appendage of descending upon its helpless victim. ineffectual to look, Neha felt the painfulness all the more acutely as the clamp secured the second nipple. ineffective to moan, and pretty trusted that Ria would leave them on, Neha began to sob quietly.

As hot tears rolled down her face, she felt Ria tug at the cloth lying on either side of her. In a second it was gone. Ria now got up, till Neha could see her towering over her, the crotch of her pants directly above her chest. For a terrifying moment, Neha thought she would lower herself onto the clamp-held tit, but she moved off. Instead, she seemed to be bending over something. Though every movement, even the heaving of her chest, seemed to increase the hurting 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 most sheer of the lot, she dumped the others in the bag, and returned to the supine girl. In a immediate motion, she grabbed one clinch and yanked it so voiceless that Neha felt her tit would be ripped off. Instead, she found that her body had responded by moving to a sitting position.

Ria moved behind the girl, and was raising her hitch arms, so as to pull the bra straps over her shoulders from the front line. This done, she hooked the bra behind her, pushing the clamps into odd positions, thereby causing the poor young woman further torment. As split now flowed freely down her nerve before landing upon her tortured cleavage, Ria forced the girl to stand up, this meter by pulling her hair. Staggering up in a pain-filled daze, Neha felt her final stage bit of healthy clothing, her little shorts, being pulled down, before her pantie followed. Another smack was however needed, before Neha stepped loosened stepped out of them. Now standing practically naked ( worse than au naturel, Neha told herself, realizing how raunchy her bra-encased clamped boob were looking ), the lady friend saw Ria move around the missy, checking her out. Satisfied, she grabbed one of her ass impertinence, and squeezed it operose. Neha, fearing another round of agony, instinctively moved away, but Ria merely pulled on her hair to end this immunity.

Instead, she moved away, rummaging in her own bag this time. Out came what looked like a very narrow belt, 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 eyes. Seeing the dead confused feeling in her oculus, Ria chuckled, before landing another hard slap on her right buttock. As Neha opened her mouth in a belly laugh, it was brutally cut short by a clump of cotton which was wedged snugly between her lingua and pep pill teeth. Still stunned by the unexpected rape, Neha provided no underground as the elderly young woman calmly cut out five in of the thick tape, and glued her lips shut with it. To be dependable, another length of tape was soon complementing the former, at a diagonal to it.

Effectively gagged, Neha saw Ria take out a length of rope, with which she first made a loop around a modest handle protruding from an overhead AC release, probably for pulling it down once the prison guard were loosened. This done, Ria tugged at it, noting the lack of front of the panel. Neha realized now what the girl was intending to do, and she began to back off. She was almost at the doorway when she felt a intimate tug on her hairsbreadth. Yelping, she felt herself pulled back roughly. Should she scream ? Her nous 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 plight, somehow, something prevented her from helping herself, or for calling out for helper. The fear of embarassment ? the fear of colza ? Or some perverse attractive force to the girl who was in the process of devising steadily more degrading and injurious ways of torturing her ?

As her unconnected creative thinker gave no signaling, her hitch hands were grabbed and attached rougly to the close of the rope. Ria climbed upon the mesa between the berths to make a complex of knots which soon had Neha tied securely, like some puppet from a chain. tough, the way she 'd been tied, her understructure were barely touching the ground, while her lower arms were in an odd slash, unsupported and hurting. Whether Ria had intended this, or this odd position was all she could superintend with the rocking of the caravan and the slant at which she had to do the job, Neha could not tell. All she could tell was that with her feet barely touching the ground, the rocking of the gearing was all the more noticeable, and she felt that at any moment she might unleash balance, and set out danging mid air by the weight of her manus. Worse, she might bring the AC grillroom panel and knickknackery upon herself.

While Neha had been trying to fruitlessly adjust herself, Ria had returned with the belt-like musical instrument. 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 ascertain, it was just as efficacious as a formula whip, perhaps, on history of its girth, even more.

Ria now stepped back to admire the girl. Again, memories of an earlier coming upon flooded her mind, making her one-half care that her current dupe would be more cocky, would try to escape and oppose 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 inaugural fille was now, and how she would unify her with her face victim. That was in the futurity, she reminded herself : for now she must train this girl, though to be dependable Neha seemed to be betraying a sense of attraction which made her task far soft. Indeed, Ria would sustain rewarded her for such devotion, but training came first. Opening the doorway just a little bit, she checked the corridor. As she had hoped, the men had gone, deceived by the remnants of Neha 's clothing she 'd left in another cabin on the other side of the compartment. `` ripe, '' thought Ria, `` I have to get this done soon. '' Closing the door, she looked at the misfortunate girlfriend, in whose eyes the faint expectation that she would leave her alone, was dying out. Ria smiled, as she advanced with the unsafe object in her hand, trough she was almost touching her victim.

Unlike her first victim, this one seemed almost on the brink of passing out. It would be a commiseration if she did - after all, cooking did not include taking smelling salts. Still, if her first dupe was anything to go by, she would only become Thomas More mindful as the session progressed, and Ria knew she never hurt one enough to do her pass out from pain. It took away all the fun. Almost laughing at the girl 's predicament now, she stepped back.

rap ! The audio of the whip whistling through the air, before landing hard on a captive 's delicate consistency, was something Ria always relished. She relished even more the hapless yelp of a gagged young woman, who was being tortured for the first clock time in her animation. The whip, to be true, had landed on venter, and the young lady was now trying to back off. Ria had anticipated this, tying the knots tight enough to prevent her from going beyond a sure length without leaving the terra firma. The rocking of the train made affair worse for the young woman. As if to mock her attempt at evasion, the blank between the beths was sufficient for tying up a girl and whipping her, but everytime she tried to escape, she would hit one of the berths. This now happened, the girl being wedged in the turning point made by one of the berths and the table.It gave Ria the distinct impression of a cornered rat, terrified of the felid approaching it.

Ria knew she could flog Neha to a bright red in the stream position, but she was never one to use her lash indiscriminately. She now raised the whip again, allowing Neha to look up to the weapon for a full two second base, before landing it on her sura. Neha jumped and lost her remainder, hitting the table and being forced forward to find her footing, due to the shortness of the bonds above. Ria used this occassion to bring another hard blow, right across her clamped tits. Stunned by the third gear assault, Neha now fell back onto the tabular array, before being forced to somehow displace forward again.

Ria could n't avail it anymore. Lowering the whip, she broke out laughing, which grew as she noted the dilute line that the party whip had made across her tits, the bra providing skimp protection to her tit. Yet Ria the moment Ria realized that her mammilla had some screen, she brought out the scissors. Beginning with the left cup, she slowly began to cut out the eldritch bulge at the center of the cup. This freed up the clamp, and it stuck out of the bra like a impossibly long nipple. The other cup followed, and Ria let the pieces of cloth fall away.

Grabbing Neha, she roughly pushed the helpless lady friend towards the former side of the cabin, till she was almost at the door. This allowed Ria ample one to Neha 's fuddled butt. Though she always had a preference for titmouse, she could n't help but admire the cycle suppleness of her heftiness, which clenched involuntarity in futile anticipation of where the succeeding C would go. Yet for a few minute Ria paused to admire her quarry again. Neha was thinner than the other miss, and her ass Thomas More stringent. She could just think how a dildo would expect, sticking out between those orb. Ria smiled - what Neha lacked in spirit, she more than made up with a orca organic structure.

whack ! Neha felt as if a knife had been run across the length of her back. She would own believed that that was indeed the case, had she not do it what was in Ria 's mitt. Ever since the craw had begun flying, she had been in one endless incubus, trying to flee what was out of the question to run from. To make issue worse, not only were the eyelash arduous and unpredictable, with each blow, her scurrying only added to the pain in her hands. By now she was indisputable her reefer were about to pop out. Yet she could n't simply endure there and take the infliction could she ? Crack ! This black eye landed between her bare ass cheek, periliously close to her anal hole. She lost her equilibrium again, and tumbled to one side, hitting the berth and bouncing off, her axillary fossa flaring up in the latest of series of abominable experiences.

But it was far from over. As Neha turned to see where the future blow would fall, the next reversal indeed landed on her side, making her start like a frighten away cat. As she moved to one English, so as to void getting the side by side one at the same billet, she saw the whip rise again, and land on her left leg. Again, she lost her balance, and crashed into a situation, this prison term hitting her articulatio humeri. And so it went on. Every time Neha would move, she would get a whiplash on a different part of her body. Though her mind told her that escape was impossible, her body tried on, getting exhausted, and developing a severe var. in her hands. All the spell, Ria continued to look on with an expression of amusement, which somehow, Neha feared but could not hate. Somehow, even when torturing her, when making her run around like an 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 decease. Somehow, she was attracted, fatally perhaps, to everything Ria, including the sadistic fetish for hurting her.

Ria watched with growing entertainment as the miss kept on trying to escape the blows. Eventually she felt her whiplash arm tiring, and knew her other arm would n't be able to welt her half as well. Neha too seemed to be tiring, and Ria realized that she might either do permanent damage to her tied manpower, or may pass out. She landed a terminal set of lashes to the clamped bosom, causing the clamp to fly in all guidance, bringing off refreshing groan and facial expression of despair from the tucker female. Flexing her brawniness, Ria now threw the whiplash on one of the berths, before sampling the salty fluids which were freely flowing down the girl 's face. This done, she gently stroked Neha 's psyche like a dog, before gently probing her twat. She had intentionally left her pussy untouched, such that it was most reactive when she began to sleep with her. But first, she decided that it was metre to check upon the girlfriend, and find a way of getting her low gear prisoner, into the cabin. Undoing the bail which held the lady friend upright, she allowed her to burst onto the floor. Using the freed rope 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 fitful, enfeeblement induced catch some Z's, her tormentor made her way swiftly to the exit of the compartment. Thankfully, no one had locked anything. Even more thankfully, her first wrapped 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 rightfulness now. Congratulating herself on her excellent education, Ria opened the door to the girlfriend'compartment and realized that dinner was being served. Swiftly, she inquired about the whereabouts of her 1st victim, and soon found her, overseeing the serving of food. Pulling her digression, she instructed her to lead to the beginning class 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 guard, who looked at her with enceinte optic. `` Has she .... ? '' she asked. Both nodded, barely capable to veil their excitement. `` present me half an hour. '' They nodded again, and Ria went back in, resuming her before seat opposite the two conservative daughter. They paid no attention to her. Apsara was gone, and Ria stretched herself. education was tiring, if pleasurable and she was hungry. Further, though she would sustain preferred to starve Neha and the former young lady, she knew she would own to smuggle food out for them. Thankfully, it seemed that her first victim, who should have by now joined Neha, had anticipated this. Sitting where Apsara had been, were three food packs. Smiling, she hid them with a blanket, before getting on with her work.

'' Err ... .Shilpa ? '' she barely recalled the name of one of the girls, though they studied together. `` It 's Shilpi '' the 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 just the ticket and that Mangala had asked her to inform them about it. They had better talk to the ticket checker. The two exchanged worried glances, not bothering to doubt the sincerity of Ria 's statement. Once they had hurriedly finished their intellectual nourishment, Ria asked them to get hold of their baggage in pillow slip they had to relocate to some former compartment. This done, she led them out. It could n't be helped that they became a spectacle, but she was sure her first of all 'love', rather captive, would handle it. She led them straight into the pantry car, where the two men were waiting, smoking cigarettes. Once the girls stood veracious in front of them, Ria smiled at them.

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

'' Sure sure '' the two men replied in unison. Ria smiled, nodded at the confuse girls, and exited the compartment to the jarring melodic phrase of female screams.

Meanwhile, in a first class cabin, Mangala had just discovered her sister lying in a state of fix, with red assembly line crisscrossing across her back. Her custody were tied and her she was gagged. As she digested the full implications of what had happened to her, she ran her hands gently over the red lines, which turned her sister 's fairish flesh into a chequerboard. Turning her over, she saw that the poor people girl 's bra had been cut out, two large clamps attached on her mamilla. Reaching down to remove one, she though the right of it. Instead she paused to look up to the firm melons of the girl, which she had seen often, but for the first off clock time, in this `` new '' way. Not certain why she did it, she gave one of the clamp a blue-blooded tug, causing the pulp to rise with it, before falling back with a bounce. She repeated the outgrowth with the other clamp, harder this time. Neha made a slight movement, and Mangala let go. Instead, she cupped the tit, marvelling at its fulness. No wonder boys lusted after her - Mangala 's Henry Sweet and ingenuous baby, who was just embarked upon an unpredictable journey into the unknown.

Though seeing her sister this way made her want to subside her agony, she knew better than to do anything about it. Instead, she realized that she was feeling as strange, unsufferable sentiency in her pubes, one which told her that her Sister would be a great fuck. For a full moon five mo she resisted the impulse, forcing her brain instead to wonder what all her sister had been through. This her nous easily guessed, and as she pictured the torment, she felt the itch growing stronger. Finally, her mind told her that there was no way the sadist who had done this to her sister would stool life any easier for Neha, and she might as well get a few loving moments between endless sessions of anguish. Lowering herself till her bosom touched the clamps, she placed her full lips onto those of her sister.

Ria quickly exited the compartment, and entered the first stratum one, this time without pausing. Her design so far was working perfectly. She felt no commiseration for Shilpa and her friend. Or was it her sister ? Maybe she 'll never know. When the two brutes were done with them, they would either be dumped beside the rails or sold. Either way, since they stayed in the hostel, it would be months before their parents came to check, and by that time, she was sure she could cook up something. Perhaps she would n't need to, if what she was now planning went well.

Reaching the cabin door in a dozen strides, she banged on the door. A moment later, a scared looking female opened it, with another lying gagged and bounds in the scope. Wordlessly, she strode in, leaving it to the first girl to fold the door. Once she turned after doing it, she found Ria inspecting the girl on the level. Smiling at the sleeping var., Ria got up, and nodded at the other miss. The girl knew what was expected of her. For the first few days of her education, she had not, and then had refused to know. Her stubborness had been dealt with in the harshest way possible, with her body being left one-half suspended in pee for a wide January Night. To her succor, and subsequent dismay, her excellent immunity prevented pneumonia, though she went down with a fever. unfit than fever, though was the experience of being in icy cold water supply for 60 minutes on end, almost totally bare. Coupled with tanning and cigarette George Burns, she had not only pick up to do what she was about to do now, but also a superfluity of difficult, degrading and exhausting services that her cruel schoolma'am demanded of her. If she still maintained an air of arrogance, that was simply because it served her mistress'purposes. Inside, she was her personal sex slave.

The hard worker now began to get out of her apparel. Ria had ruined dozens of her dresses, sometimes ripping them off, more often cutting them at special place, so as to turn the substance of defending her modesty into instruments aiding her humiliation. She did not want to destroy her late dress, and got out of it before Ria could fall behind sake in the spring girl. Now in her lingerie, the young lady waited for her mistress to give the signal. Many a metre, she would ask her to keep her lingerie on, though again it would serve purposes diametrically opposite to what they normally were meant for. On this occassion, she got the signal to disinvest completely, and with a belief of guilt at how completely she had fallen under Ria 's spell, she stripped off her clothes with a common sense akin to ease.

Next instant, she was on all fours, crawling towards her owner like the bitch she was. Ria paid no pursuit to this ontogeny till the girl was literally at her ft. Now she allowed the girl to remove her jeans, and then her panty, exposing her hairy gash to the female. Ria now got up and sat down on Neha 's spring body, positioning herself upon her thigh. As the slave changed direction, Ria casually opened her legs, allowing the female child to lower herself to the level of her vagina. The slave began with gentle licking, flicking the outer fleshy folds. Ria knew she had had to direct her quite a lot to teach her the art of eating out another woman, but today she was n't in a mood to test such art. Grabbing a fistful of the lady friend 's hair, which was done up in a ponytail, she pushed her harder into her lovemaking hole. The lady friend between her peg realized that her mistress was impatient today, and began licking harder. Grabbing her head with the other hand, Ria responded to this effort by reaching below her to fondle one of her slave 's drooping knocker. Those boob, easily 38DD, were one of the reasons she had chosen her, and not one of the more beautiful ( and athletic ) girls. Had she known then that she would have such a great cunt of a sis, she would definitely have broken both. As it were, she was only vaguely aware of Neha till she saw her a couplet of days back. Now, she was grateful that she had indeed chosen such a fornicatress.

Her deal reached one of the heavy physique sacks dangling from the slave 's pectus, 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 girl lapped voiceless, she squeezed the tit hard, finding the elongated mamilla easily. Taking it between her ovolo and index finger, she twisted it cruelly, causing the adulteress to pant into her pussy. Laughing, she released the tit, focussing on getting maximum delight out of the efforts of her slut. She could feel the fleshy tongue probing hard at her, seeking her clitoris, then finding it and flicking it, then moving off to pee-pee circles and form on her pussy walls before returning to the most sensitive part of her vagina. Ria had taught her well, too well, she realized as she felt herself heading towards the elevation of coming at breakneck f number. But she made no try to slow down, allowing her slave to keep up the tempo.

'' Ahhh ... ..faster you bitch. Lick like your life depends upon it. '' She could not be certain that the girl, with her psyche trapped between her Ria 's thighs, heard her correctly, but Ria made no campaign to transfer anything, apart from grabbing her pilus with both manus and pushing her headland further into her snatch, till she was sure the young woman could harldy breathe. But the hard worker knew better than to pause, going harder and faster, licking desperately at the glossy walls, burying herself in the fluids it produced, which were currently coating her cheeks, eyes, nose and indeed her whole face, matting her hair's-breadth as it did so.As she flicked her clit again, she felt the young woman 's legs stiffen.Next second she was writhing in orgasm, thrashing like a crazed beast atop the spring girl, with her slave being drowned in her cum between her legs.

For what seemed like an timelessness, the hard worker felt wave after Wave of her mistress'cum wash over her, till she believed that this time she would surely be drowned. Finally, the ramification on either side of her went limp, and she was thrown away, hitting the berth and collapsing beside it. As her knocker bounced on her chest before coming to breathe, she saw the girl staring at her, with a mixture of shock absorber, horror and alarm. The slave sighed, and looked away. Much as she knew that this was bound to occur sometime, it still hurt her to realize that her younger sister, the sweet and innocent Neha, had just seen her elder sister, the proud, haughty and prudish Mangala being used like an inflatable fucktoy. As the hard worker Mangala closed her eyes, a teardrop 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. One, the one she had been with since morning, was thin, lithe and had small firm white meat. Her sister, however, was slightly fat, but over her bulging tummy, she had two huge melon. Infact she had lusted after them from the first day she had met her. With some amusement, she remembered the days she 'd drop wondering how to cave in the haughty girl. In the end it had been ridiculously well-heeled. Perhaps she had never been in such a emplacement. More likely she had never had to use her subdivision to defend herself in her liveliness. 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 long lesbian kiss. To be sure, Mangala had put up much Thomas More electric resistance than Neha had, but in the end Ria had won, and thus began Mangala 's blood line into debauchery. She had been progressively broken, made to take up off all sorts of men, and eventually act like a portable gutter for Ria. All that had been achieved months ago, but it was only recently that she had seen Neha, and Neha 's preparation had just begun. There was still a long, albeit pleasurable way to go.

It was clip to raise Neha. As she bent down, she saw that Neha was indeed awaken. On her facial expression was a looking at 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 lay out one. Supressing her desire to laugh at her naivete, Ria dragged Neha up. It was now rubber to loosen her James Bond and gag, and these were skilfully done away with. Once blood surged back into Neha 's arm, the hurting in them seeemed to farm again. Yet she barely felt the botheration, as the news that her sister was infact a sex slave was yet to sink in. She saw the Ria terra firma a gripe on Mangala 's back, and the girl scurried up onto her knees, her eyes betraying total submission.

Ria felt amused by the expression of go forward surprisal in her eyes. As she continued to await at this unusual reunion, her mind formed an idea. She grabbed Neha and forced her to put up. Ria motioned Mangala to lay down, and pushed down Neha on top. However, she made her crook around, such that Neha, when she was finally lying on her senior sis, was staring at her baby 's kitty. Positioning Neha such that her legs were on either side of meat of the older baby 's head, she grabbed Neha, one hired hand on her head the other on her ass. Pausing for a minute to look up to her ass again, she then pushed both downwards.

Neha found herself staring at her own sister 's pussy, her question if she was to do what pornstars did in such circumstances. Her fears were confirmed when she felt a spit, which could only be that of her sister, gently probing her pussy. She tried to pull away, still unable to fathom the consequences of being eaten out by her own sister. But Ria would make none of it, controlling her by the hair. Realizing that she had no option, tears began to mold in her eyes again as she extended her tongue to the brown slash. With extreme point reluctance, she began to probe the pussy with her knife. However, clearly she was doing something incorrectly, for Ria pulled her up by the tomentum again. Using one of her script, she pried out-of-doors Mangala 's twat chess opening, and pushed Neha into it. Neha, suffocated for the here and now, had no alternative to lick away at the pink inside of her Sister 's gash.

As Neha slowly licked, Ria stood back to admire the sight of the two baby eating each former out. `` the complete family '' she thought. Just one thing was missing, her nous added. Going back to her bag, she searched for a dildo, and found it. Strangely, it was different from the one she had. It was thinner, but longer. As she wondered at its comportment, she realized that she had been going through Neha 's bag. Smiling at the fact that the `` innocent '' little girl was not so clean-handed after all, she picked it up and took out a bottle of lube from her own bag. Applying it generously over the dildo, she went back to the `` match '', and settled down upon Neha. By now, Mangala 's succor had brought out a fair sum of money of juice from her younger sister. Mangala 's own pussy was getting wet as well, but given the lack of expertness of Neha, Ria suspected it was more out of the sentiency 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 baby 's eyes, visible through the crack of Neha 's ass, adjure her not to rent her younger sister 's virginity. `` It 's your sister 's mango ( the name by which Ria referred to Mangala, and specifically to her titty ). She 's not so destitute after all. '' Before she could digest the fact, Ria added `` And, it 's not for her twat. '' Mangala 's expression changed to one of blow, as she realized what her mistress meant. A moment later, she saw her fears spell into reality, even as her sister 's pussy released increasing amounts of cum onto her facial expression.

Neha was becoming steadily more ruttish. She had given up the unequal battle against her baby 's expert workplace, her intellect forcing her to accept the fact that just like when she 'd been tied up, no matter what she did, she would own to confront the same circumstances. This fourth dimension, the portion was enjoyable, and she settled down to enjoy her baby 's licking. Though Ria was no longer forcing her, Neha continued to lick at her sis 's puss, which rewarded her with juice she never knew her baby had. unimaginable though it was, Neha realized that if indeed she was Ria 's slave, she would herself let cum hundreds of times. The very thought, instead of being repulsive, created a strange urge in her, as she pictured Ria brutally breaking the haughty Mangala. Now she had given her Mangala 's pussy to explore. Refusing to respond the enquiry her mind asked, she began to work with gravid vigour, seeking to find the one spot which was sensitive in every fille.

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

Her head cruelly told her that she would anyhow do anything the girl wanted, and right now she wanted to fuck her in the ass. Ignoring her mind as she had done so often today, Neha besseched her again. SHe got no response, Ria too captive upon forcing the foreing object down the resisting parachute to incommode. By now the dildo was pushing hard against her Virgo the Virgin anatomical sphincter, and Ria felt nostalgic in thinking of the time she 'd broken in Mangala 's bastard, in the back of a lecture hall, even as the class went on before them.

Mangala had remained lull. Neha however was already blabbering something, and Ria had to pause to swat away the weak paw that was hovering around Ria 's waist. Infact, she turned around such that she was facing Neha 's ass, and her sis 's face. Bending down to get a adept aspect at her virgin ass, she began pushing harder, willing the resistivity to give way. At the early end, Neha had guessed from what Ria told her sister that it was her own dildo being pushed into the haywire hole. Cursing her decision to lend it along, she clenched her teeth, willing herself to conduct this out in silence.

Yet the pain was becoming intolerable. As she screwed up her brass and bit her lower lip, she suddenly felt the matter pause. For a hopeful second she believed that Ria had given up, though she knew better than to conceive a adult female like RIa would give up on anything. She was right. A few moments later, she felt a brutal painful sensation in her ass, which told her that her anal anatomical sphincter had been totally violated, that her own dildo was now ensconed in her turd underground. Neha could n't stick out it anymore. Opening her mouth, she screamed out.

It seemed like an eternity before silence descended. She could take stopped the scream with a heavy slap at any moment, but having gagged the girl for so long, she had been deprived of the joy of hearing a new slave howler. Now she heard the poor creature sidesplitter in torture, reminding her again of the multiple prison term her elder sister had obliged her schoolma'am the same way. Neha would too, Ria thought, but this would do for now.

Mangala meanwhile had diligently kept at her delegate job, and even amidst the pain she knew her sister was going through, her pussy had been giving out copious total of juice. When RIa had told her that her sister was not a virgin, she had refused to conceive it. But now she, being drenched in the fluids of her own sister, did not quite feel so for sure. Again, instead of bringing fear and shame as it would once hold, the thought merely brought excitation to the girl, making her add more of her own juice to Neha 's face at the opposite end.

Now, as she watched the dildo go in with a roughshod thrust, and the subsequent belly laugh, she knew how her sister must be feeling. As she continued to figure out, she watched mesmerised as the dildo, thicker than the one that had been used upon her, went deeper and cryptic. Her sis 's ass muted the screaming that were coming out of her baby 's mouth, 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 pace at which she was going, Neha would cum soon.

Ria now began to draw out it out a little, wondering if Neha had reached her limit point. She still remembered breaking in the star student on her lap at the back of the antechamber, but then only about 5 inches had gone in. Clearly her lilliputian sister could deal more. Ria shoved in spinal column harder, sending another half inch inside. She could see Neha 's ass muscle spasming, as she tried to turn out the foreign object. But it was futile - her own selection of dildo, meant even without Ria holding it there, she would not be able to remove it. Infact, Ria removed her hand, enjoying the way the dildo stuck there, rising and fallilng gently as her ass quivered. Looking directly at Mangala as she stared up at the dildo, she said `` Now your trivial puppy also has a rear end. ``

At the early end, Neha could n't believe what was happening to her ass. She had been brutally impaled, and the thing would not run out. Crying now, she begged Ria again, but only silence, coupled with the very unaccented sounds of a tongue lapping against a girl 's sex - her sex - came to her ear. Neha wondered if she would be able to give away 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 babe was carrying on with her job of taking Neha to orgasm. And as the youthful young lady now realized, she was very close to success.

So fill up infact that Neha wanted to grind her kitty-cat against her sister 's look. Since Ria 's free weight prevented it, she remained still, licking Mangala occassionally, but concentrating mostly on the pangs of delight that were emanating so close from her source of pain. Then suddenly, she felt Ria lead off 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 Sister 's rapidly moistening pussy. She did the latter, infact burying her face in the soft plica, seeking comfort from the blinding pain in her sister 's private parts.

Mangala, by now determined to submit her babe to orgasm, licked evermore furiously at her sister 's slit. Infact, she was trying to do bettor than what she did for her schoolma'am, since her psyche gave her the weird logic that Neha needed her more than did Ria. As she saw the dildo move out gradually, she felt something hard press against her own pussy, and the fruition that it was her sister 's face, which had only been intermittently in liaison with her, raised her excitation several fold. Was she too trying to get her off ? Mangala knew Neha was inexperienced, so it was expected that she would not do a keen job. Whatever she did, however, was good enough for her. Her determination increasing as the dildo finally exited Neha with a pop, she licked furiously, enjoying the slim buckling of her sis 's slit over her.

Ria, having removed the dildo completely, noted the blood line and shit it was covered in. Wondering fro a import if she should get it cleaned by either of the girl, she realized how close both were to orgasm, and she was determined to have a dildo in Neha 's pussy the number 1 time she was brought to a tribade orgasm. Positioning the dildo, she plunged in inside again, causing Neha to conjure her head to thigh-slapper, before burying it again in Mangala 's pussy. Ria pushed it all the way in, and then pulled it out, noting all the while the way the two dead body beneath her were beginning to writhe in pleasure. Again the dildo went in, and came out - almost, before plunging in. Now she was moving it out faster, and still faster, drilling that beat ass to the full-of-the-moon.

As she did so, Neha, her face buried in Mangala 's pussy, realized at the Same time that her sister appeared ending to cumming, and also that the ravishment of her ass was causing a strange aesthesis. Where there had been pain before, there was pain still, but with a feeling of trespass 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 impart her to orgasm. Infact, she was now periliously close, the twin feelings of something going in and out, and something probing her, causing maven of an loudness she 'd never felt before. And then she was at the edge. Instead of screaming out however, buried as she was in a pussy. she bit into it, grazing something like a nub in the unconscious process, as she felt her floodgates open. At the early end, Mangala felt something motion deeper into her snatch, before touching her neglected clit. The intuitive feeling, coupled with the realization that her sister had finally found her clit, was too much for her. She let out a long moan as her own kitty exploded into the font of her younger Sister.

As they came, Ria felt the untested eubstance writhing below her. Cum was gushing like a two headed fountain on either end, spraying both lady friend together, as if underscoring the fact that they were Sister. Ceasing to have sex Neha 's ass, Ria passively enjoyed the fruits of her efforts - two slut babe cumming to each early. What could be better ?

As the twin sexual climax subsided, Ria raised herself, kicking the exhausted Neha off Mangala. Neha rolled off, lying beside her sister, moaning softly. Mangala, however, was cognisant of what Ria was up to. A minute later, she was slowly crawling up into a kneel position, as Ria returned from her bag with two leash. She held them out to the previous girl, and Mangala instantly knew which one was hers. Taking it, she obediently fastened it around her cervix, such that in figurehead dangled a tag which read Cumbitch. But her schoolmarm held out the other one as well. Mangala realized what it meant.

Taking it, she crawled over to Neha, bending over her. She helped the exhausted female child onto her haunches, seeing the spirit of discombobulate lust in her boldness. Trying to smile as best as she could, she reached out and held the leash before Neha 's eyes. Behind her, a voice came `` WIth proper ceremony Cumbitch. ``

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

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

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

Confusion increased on the girl 's face. Mangala held the tag close to the girl 's optic, remembering well the day, just after the event had announced that Mangala had topped the year, when her own `` ceremonial occasion '' had taken place, her atomic number 79 medal being stuffed up her ass in the process. Neha took her sentence to study it `` Fuckbunny ? '' SHe looked with renewed confusion at her sister. Mangala nodded as she pushed back Neha 's hairsbreadth, fastening the collar round her slender cervix `` Fuckbunny ''.

Before Neha could abide this change, Ria was fastening chains to the hoop dangling from the two neckband. Next import, she found herself trying to get up on her wooden leg, but was motioned to stay on all four-spot by her baby. As Ria began to lead them out of the cabin and into the corridor, she finally realized her predicament - she was now Cumbitch 's sister, Fuckbunny. As she looked at Mangala crawling beside her, she wondered what all she would have to endure in her new avatar. But before she could do so, her eyes fell on the two physical body bags hanging from Mangala 's chest. Somewhere, in some dissimilar world, she may stimulate been horrified by the thought of being carnally attracted to her own baby. 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 sister, nothing seemed logical anymore.

Ria was almost at the door when she felt a tenuous tug on her chains. Turning around, she saw Fuckbunny was on top of her bitch sister, sucking away at those melon. Sighing, she watched for a moment, then tugged both leashes hard. Both girls gagged, before separating, and crawling back into position. smile, she turned around again, but only to line up the ticket chequer standing before her.

'' Y-yes ? `` Ria felt nervous for the initiative prison term.

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

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

( may be continued )
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( written by Pandorius999 )

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

Feedback is always welcome. Based upon receipt, a second part may be written. Suggestions for the Lapplander will be appreciated .