`` An unexpected journey ''

Neha stood in presence of the mirror, staring at her petite 5'2 frame, straightening her amobarbital sodium blouse, before moving to the boxers she had paired with them. Noticing a fragile defect on the ripe 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 change her short, she began to apply sunscreen to her face, 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 check herself out. Barring the fact that she had some white strokes of superfluous cream making not so aesthetic argumentation on her cheeks, she looked pretty much the way she wanted to come along. At 19 and just out of her first yr in a lady friend'college, Neha may have some half-baked ideas about what the world wanted a girl to search like, but no one could deny that she was pretty. If her don were to be believed, it was her almond shaped eyes, rare for her community, set on a slightly elongate face, with high eyebrows and staring mouth, which made her the cynosure of all optic. That those eye had hitherto been those of ageing aunts, street riffraff and ofcourse her puritan of a babe, was not her fault. As she adjusted the square articulatio humeri length hair which completed her visage, she was filled with the all too familiar hungriness to be appreciated by a man. With her looks, why would n't they ? But number 1, she 'd deliver to receive a way of evading her sister 's iron cargo area, something she 'd not yet been able to do. Sighing, she reminded herself that it was an educational head trip after all.

'' Neha ! '' Somewhere from the depth of an all too comrade universe, came the part of her female parent. Neha looked at herself once more, then rubbed the sunscreen more evenly over her typeface. This done, she headed downstairs, to see Mangala and her friend Ria standing around what looked like their luggage. THeir mother was standing a little away, by the kitchen replication, asking if they would necessitate anything else.

'' Mom if I needed anything else, I 'd have added it already. Now if you 'd do as I asked you to, maybe your daughter will be able to just fascinate the train. '' Typical Mangala. Neha sighed again, as she descended the stairs. Halfway down, however, Mangala noticed the apparition, and promptly shifted her ire onto her young sibling. `` My dear child female child, if you could kindly get your thing ready instead of staring at your brainpan, we 'd all be much obliged. '' It took Neha a few seconds to read the word braincase, seconds in which Mangala had covered the distance between them, and was pushing her up the step like a sack of murphy.

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

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

'' Good. supernumerary batteries for the television camera ?'

'' Yes ''

And so it went on, till Neha was quite surely they 'd spend the day checklisting every article in her room. This, after Mangala had personally supervised her packing the night before. `` What 's that big bulky object sticking out of the back pack ? '' Before she could answer, her sis had fished out her pet 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 dour flavour. The teddy flew into the closet, and her sister stomped out. From the bottom of the step came a footer to hire her mobile and get her stuff downstairs in five second gear. Openly swearing now, Neha finished packing, intentionally placing the toy back in the bag. This done, she picked up her cellular phone and purse, before running a quick check for anything she 'd left behind. aught except ... ..her eyes spotted an elongated object sticking out of her underwear draftsman. On a hunch, she picked it up and stuffed it into her bag. All done, she headed down, wondering if the educational slip would be allowed to stay on just that.

An hour and another stuffed toy related tilt later, Neha found herself in a train compartment with fifty more smelly female, all of whom were desperately trying to hide their body odour with a motley of aromatic compound. None were succeeding, her nasal smoke informed her, as she somehow managed to wedge between Apsara, who looked more like the obese mother of an angel than an angel herself, and her sis 's protagonist Ria. Much to her relief, Ria proved to be more amiable fellowship. Ria was 21, and easily stood a foot over Neha. A natural jock and dancer, her figure reminded one of the features of the female figurines which adorned the walls of temple. `` 36C-28-40 '' Neha made a mental dead reckoning of the girl '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 operose lady friend. Unfortunately, the smile only made her look even more like individual 's mother-in-law, and Neha was forced to count away. right wing in presence of her, two conservative-looking young woman were poring over something in a volume filled with numbers. One of them met Neha 's stare, shifting with disapproval to the drawers she was wearing. Exasperated by the responses she was getting, yet terrible of looking at Ria again, Neha moved her promontory in random directions for a few second. 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 tierce twelvemonth trip, and had her sis not used her influence to get an superfluous tag for her, there was no way she 'd hold been in the train at that moment. On second view, maybe getting bored for two long summertime months was skilful than going to a bunch of rock cut caves with a bevy of evilness looking girls. And where exactly was her babe ?

Ria seemed to read her thoughts. `` Feeling out of property eh ? It happens. Your Sister is busy 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 features - only this clip, they were facial. Neha noted, with appreciation the fact that Ria too had an elliptic facial expression, but her eyes were big and round. So too were her lips, the light pink on them going well with her light cutis timbre. Like all girls Neha knew, Ria had calamitous hairsbreadth, made into gyre which fell gracefully along her shoulder. Now, as she spoke, she gently brushed one of them aside. Before she realized what she was doing, Neha had reached out and was gently stroking those silklike locks.

If Ria found her demeanour strange, she showed no planetary house of it. Instead she let her friend 's baby stroke her hair, running her long whiteness fingers through the ignominious mass, gently pulling it till it gave way. Instinctively, she moved one, then all, fingerbreadth from the hair to the fairly cheeks. ineffective to break eye contact, Ria felt soft fingers glide ever so gently over her face, till they covered her impudence, moving over her intrude towards her frontal bone.

Suddenly Neha was mindful 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 girls. They too had noticed the more than friendly affection of this unknown towards their class fellow, and in all likelihood would take in coughed, nay belched if Apsara not obliged. they now looked at her with an aspect akin to the faithful towards a religious outcast. ineffectual to repay to Ria after what had transpired, Neha instead settled in for a war of glares.

She did not recognise how long she kept up the unequal struggle, but eventually she tired of constantly giving stares which were more in the domain of her sister. Instead, she got up, and without casting so much as a feel towards the object of her unexpected philia, she headed towards the toilet. Unfortunately, word appeared to give birth travelled fast, for she got inquisitive stares and the occassional giggle from many of the women. Reaching the door, of the compartment, she realized it was open, allowing the open countryside to race by. More importantly, after the suffocating atm of the berths, she found the nerveless air rushing in from the subject, refreshing. Evidently it had rained sometime in the region they were passing, and Neha settled down to enjoy the child's play.

With the breeze however, the thoughts of Ria seemed to take back. What had she done ? On the face of it, all she had done was admire the beauty of a person of the same grammatical gender. But as everyone in the compartment probably knew by now, the mode of esteem had exceeded the definition of well-disposed touching by a mile and Sir Thomas More. Somehow, she 'd experience attracted to the miss 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 explicate a crush on Ria.

As she pondered in depth the exploitation of the old half hour, she did not find another figure of speech emerge behind her, and stand silently for a instant. It made a motion as if it 'd prefer to go back, then stopped. Sighing, it lowered itself beside the retrospecting girl. Getting no reaction from her, she gently placed a handwriting over the daughter 's thin articulatio humeri. The young lady almost jumped out of the train in surprise, before stammering `` Wh ... .who ? Oh ! '' Her attempt at hiding the shock of seeing the very someone 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 help, as she could sense Neha trembling beneath her. Trying to calm her down, she moved closer, till their shoulder met. Now she could finger her entire body vibrating with the tremors emanating from the girl beside her.

Neha felt Ria displacement closer. though she now had ample reason to expect at her, Neha somehow could not convey herself to look at her. Why had she come ? To tell apart her that what she did was wrong ? Being the babe of the most prudish girl in the populace, she 'd heard the lecture a million times, and had become immune to such comments. Still, this was not her sister, but the girl she ... .Neha forced her mind to say the Word of God `` liked '', but she knew her mind had formed a different word. A Son which Ria seemed to somehow sense, for she withdrew her hand. Yet she did not exit, but stayed there, staring straight ahead.

Moments passed. Neha cast a fleeting coup d'oeil at her sister 's friend, who seemed so dissimilar from her sister, yet so distant right now. What was she thinking ? Neha cast another glimpse, and this meter Ria met her gaze. Their center were locked onto each other, and again Neha found herself drifting somewhere she knew she mus n't go. Strangely, it seemed that Ria ... ..Ria had broken the gaze, looking away, her centre vacuous. Neha continued to gaze, ineffectual to break her gaze away from the beautiful expression before her. Yet she too looked away after a moment, realizing that she had again drifted into dangerous weewee. But, had Ria followed her, even for that minutest fraction of a minute ? Neha could n't tell.

They sat as before, each staring ahead. Yet now Neha had a electrocution desire to have it off what the early mentation, and raised her eyes towards Ria again. Before she could study her in any point, however, one of the missy from the compartment appeared at the sharpness of her imaginativeness. Quickly, she looked away, her ears nevertheless noting a giggle from the trespasser before she disappeared into one of the toilet cubicles. Neha could not accept it anymore. Seeing no chemical reaction from Ria, she decided to get up, perhaps go into some empty compartment, spend time alone. As she tried to get up, Ria suddenly reached out and grabbed her arm.

As their eyes met, she saw Ria mouth a 1 Holy Scripture `` 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 fille after the secondly lustful moment, and she was n't about to disobey. Ria made no foster sign of knowing her, and as the instant ticked by, Neha increasingly began to suspect that they were waiting for the giggling girl to leave alone. Her guess was aright. After an infinity, the daughter emerged and headed back, serenading the mates with another snigger.

As soon as she was gone, Ria jumped up, grabbed Neha roughly by the arm and with storm effectiveness, yanked her up. Before she knew anything, Neha found herself flying across the foyer, into another compartment. This was evidently the commencement class compartment, for on each position were doors leading into cabins. Ria chose the second, and peered in. It was hollow. From the expression of things, all of them were empty. Next import, Neha felt herself shoved into the cabin, with Ria following, shutting the door behind her.

Ria now turned around, staring at an equally inanimate Neha. For the kickoff fourth dimension the two of them were alone, away from all the others. Neither of them made a move, till Neha could take it no more. Tentatively, she took a stair towards Ria, her rapid respiration adding to the sense of desperation that animated her features. Ria instinctively took a step back. Neha stopped, then slumped down on a berth, looking out of the windowpane. Ria waited another moment, before taking a seat. To Neha 's surprise, it was not opposite, but beside her.

'' Neha ... .. ''

Neha did n't want to take care. So far she 'd been convinced that Ria had been offended by her preliminary, and had come to take in matter out. But if that was the case, why drag them in here ? This secluded place 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 unusual expression in Ria 's eyes. Before she could realize it, Neha was looking deep into Ria 's center again, and this fourth dimension, Ria came forward, till they were rightfield beside each other. As if on cue, Neha 's hands moved towards her face, resuming what had been rudely disturbed earlier. This time however, her hands seemed determined to search more of Ria 's feminine ravisher. Barely realizing it, Neha moved her paw slowly over Ria 's moist lips, gently running over the soft petals before slowly parting them with her fingers. Her oculus fixed on Ria, her exponent finger began to promote harder, till it was pushing against a bony barrier. Harder, and she felt Ria open her backtalk a little. Warm air wafted out, drifting over Neha 's hand, causing her finger's breadth to push harder, till it was inside her mouth. As it began to explore her buccal cavity, Neha could finger her desire growing unassailable, forcing her to push in a arcsecond, then a third digit. But finger's breadth were not enough.

Her collaborator meanwhile, was quicker in analyzing the position. Having been surprised by the lust the younger girl felt towards her, she 'd waited till she could be sure of it. Never the one to approach anyone directly, she 'd played the constituent of the surprise miss to perfection. Now that she could be trusted, she felt she could depend on ... ..Ria 's attention was distracted by one of Neha 's nails brushing against her sensitive cheeks. Yet the very distraction brought back computer memory of an originally time, with a different person. `` So like '' she thought, `` even exactly same. '' Suppressing the urge to joke at the sentiency of deja vu, she instead decided that the risks were now minimal. She might as well get on with it. In a here and now, she had effected it. Neha 's wet fingers were now in mid air, her organic structure turned around skilfully till it was monotone upon the berth. Getting the comrade sentiency of being in control, she lowered herself onto the female child, wondering if she would taste just like ... ...

Her partner, surprised by the sudden loss of control, was soon in the pure cloud nine of her first lesbian osculation. . She now felt sure enough she 'd always wanted Ria, Ria 's balmy lip to be demand. She felt sure her draw was primaeval, something which she 'd not clearly realized. Why how when. Neha 's intellect asked in a aloof voice, one she was comrade with in her little room back domicile. A elbow room where she 'd longed for a man 's touch. Now ... ..in this alien compartment, it seemed everything had changed. She 'd found pure make out, and that too in a cleaning woman who was her sister 's best friend. But again, did she care ? She did n't gravel to reply. Instead her lips pressed harder, taking Ria 's lower lip in an amourous embrace, delighting in the mouthful of another female. Pulling out slowly, she caught the garden pink petal again, prolonging the bosom, even as her eyes looked ever deeper into Ria 's orbs, asking a million dubiousness and getting what result, she knew not.

For the abbreviated of here and now, Neha came up for air, before going back to capture the upper lip. Unconsciously her mitt, moved closer. As she continued to kiss, her hands moved into the familiar silken asylum of Ria 's head of hair, stroking it like she would stroke a lover 's. Strangely, Ria seemed to be beginning to react as well, her eyes betraying a lust that pushed aside confusion, even as her breathing became faster, seemingly matching the beat of Neha 's center.

Yet Ria seemed to want Sir Thomas More, and faster. Stopping mid-kiss, she pulled away, and looked deep into the other young lady 's eye. Next moment, she plunged into another candy kiss, but one which was faster, more lustful and for Neha, more ravishing. Before she knew it, her lips had been parted, and a writhing appendage had penetrated it, pushing past her tooth, seeking her tongue. Neha did n't take to follow : her glossa was found and engaged in passionate play by the invader. Not bothering to enquire what had occassioned this change, Neha lay there as Ria explored her backtalk, running along her cheeks, teeth and what not, even as Neha 's own resident appendage gave it relentless chase.

Just as she seemed to be settling into a rythm, Ria broke away again, this time to disappear from Neha 's eyeshot. As the surprise girl raised her top dog to investigate, she was suddenly pushed down as something soft connected with her neck opening, moving up and down, running something slippery and warm, planting a G kisses on it. Neha raised her hand to apply this unseeable attacker, running her fingerbreadth gently through the hair which she so loved, as Ria ravaged her neck and articulatio humeri as she 'd earlier done with her back talk.

'' 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 hire her body to a state of ecstacy she 'd never before know in her life. The movements on her neck opening stopped, and reappeared on her lips, kissing hard, eager to take in as much of the early as human anatomy would permit. Neha 's hands now wrapped around Ria 's articulatio humeri, willing her to press harder against her torso, till they could become one. Ria replied by running her paw through Neha 's hair, making Wave and pattern which only served to induce her more.

They were kissing faster now, kissing with dotty unconstraint, their glossa chasing each other, flicking and entwining, till one would add up up for breathing space. 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 inside. As they writhed, she was also aware of her breast mashed against hers. Those thoroughgoing breasts ! As Ria came up for air, she wedged her hands between their bodies, such that she was now cupping one of her buff 's titmouse.

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 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 duad like hers to play with. A moment later, as Ria began to unhook her bra, she realized that she was the lucky guy.

The fact that Ria made curt 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 heavy, almost drooping. Yet, they appeared firm, without any more sag than that expected of such large globe. bettor 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 entertain her, Ria lazily raised her arms, till they were interlocked above her head. The movement caused an ever so thin bounce in the tit, but it was plenty to cause Neha 's lust for those tits uncontrollable. Strangely, Ria lowered her hands in time to push her back down.

Instead, she moved her hands up Neha 's body, feeling her soft abdomen, before reaching her tits. Not as heavy as Ria 's but also business firm, they were subjected to some gentle pressing through the soft framework of her garb. Then, as Neha raised her hands again, seeking the enticing fruits hanging from Ria 's chest, she suddenly felt a sharp pain in the neck in her chest - Ria was mauling her knocker hard.

'' Ahhh ... '' the unvoluntary moan caused Ria to hesitate for a minute, then resume the cruel squeezing. She now positioned her work force till they were each cupping a tit. As Neha realized that Ria 's hands were just the right size for her tits, she felt Ria 's digit dig deep into the soft build, sending pang of agony through her dead body, along with spark of animal passion. Squeezing trough Neha was trusted her fingerbreadth had penetrated her flesh, she held them there, looking bass into Neha 's eyes. As Neha tried to focus through the blinding nuisance, she saw that Ria 's saying had changed. It was no longer that of a confused girl, but one of a thirsty female, who was determined to bring everything she wanted from her partner. And evidently, she wanted it fast.

For the fraction of a moment, Neha felt the press on her tits relax, then they were trapped in those vice like fingers again. Worse, she moved her hands up and down, mashind the captive melons against each other, causing Neha to give out another moan of pain. Again she held it for what seemed like an timelessness. Then the fingers relaxed, and Neha lowered her drumhead, hitherto craning upwards to beg mercifulness of her lover. As rest flooded her mamilla, she barely heard the rip of framework. Yet she did notice the imperturbability of the cabin air on her bare abdomen, and a moment later, was shocked to rule a leaf blade appear out of nowhere. As her psyche became fully aware of her predicament, she saw the blade lower itself onto her berm, before moving slowly over her skin till it was under her bra strap. She felt a tug against her tit, as if it was being pulled up, then an precipitous tone ending. Her bra strap had just been sliced into two. Similar circumstances met the other strap, and thereafter Neha felt the tongue in the valley between her pitcher. The speech sound of fabric being cut met her auricle, and then chill air brushed across her sensitive nipple.

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

As her intellect raced, and her heart throbbed in her pharynx, Ria lowered the knife boulder clay it was lying over her left teat. With an expression of eagerness, she began to run the flat of the leaf blade over her mammilla, causing the nubs to oppose to the cold steel. The knife now moved from one mammilla, over the space between her breasts, to the other. A interchangeable treatment followed, making Neha flavour that her heart would detonate 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 lose some part of her fount. Her eyes fixed on the Damocles'sword, she became aware of the hired hand on her tit again. This metre it gave a playful power play, before reaching for her pap. For a moment it lay there, just as the tongue had done, feeling the unfeelingness of the nipple above a J. J. Hill of softness. Then it slowly captured the hill between two fingers.

Next mo, Neha, fixated as she was to the deadly arm hovering above her, felt an acute accent pain at the tip of her tit, which spread quickly over the rest of it, informing her of a new beginning of straining. Tears welled in her center, causing her to voice what her dead body had been screaming in her psyche long before. `` Please Ria, it hurts ! ``

Ria merely raised the knife to her own lips, in a motion telling her to stay placid. Neha noticed how Ria had changed. She now looked not only thirsty, but also life-threatening, like a lioness over her target. Neha had begun to inquire if she 'd made a error by lusting after this seemingly well-disposed girl. Did she hate her sister ? Was she taking out all the angst against Mangala on the younger girl ? Illogical as it may look, it appeared to be the lonesome explanation, rather the only explanation she could find for the rapid change in her predicament. The other alternate, Neha shuddered to think, was that somehow Ria enjoyed causing pain.

Ria let go of her tit, only to lash out the other, this time twisting her mammilla hard, causing Neha to beg with growing desperation. To be honest, she 'd at one time or the other masturbated to videos of girls being punished, and the pain, though great, was something she 'd expected from a less than mollify lover. What terrified her, rather, was the fact that Ria was behaving in a sadistic fashion, one which told her of with child tribulations lying ahead.

As she pondered over these, she saw Ria 's head disappear again, along with the knife. future here and now, she felt something warm enclose her left nipple. Unrestrained this time, she saw Ria 's question latching onto the tit, sucking it like it was going to yeild milk. Inspite of the pain sensation ( and she could make out some of the topmost fall guy on her tit ), Neha could n't help but wonder at the novel sensation that was beginning to path through her body. Having been freed temporarily ( she guessed ) from any new excruciation, she became more acutely cognizant of the mild pull on her breast, which was causing her sexual urge, momentarily overwhelmed by painful sensation, to uprise again. During the legion bedtime visit into the world of her intimate fantasies, she 'd wondered what it would be like to be sucked on by an adult. Now, it was all coming honest, in the strangest of circumstances, and though she was fully aware that this lull in Ria 's brutality may be shoddy, she could n't facilitate but seek more of Ria 's sonant mouth, lapping and sucking at her rear nub. Finally raising her mightily handwriting, she placed it gently on Ria 's head, and was relieved to find no resistance. Emboldened, she began to press her ribbon harder against Ria 's head, bequeath her to suck harder. Ria seemed to comply, causing Neha to become steadily more stimulated.

As Ria 's succor continued, Neha 's idea began once again to think of pleasure, and pleasure alone. She began to iron out her bruised white meat against her tormentor 's face, raising herself in the Leslie Townes Hope that Ria would thus get more of her tit into her mouth. Rather conversely, Ria stopped, raising her head from the young woman 's bureau. Her eyes disclosed zippo, 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 chest bouncing. If Neha had hoped that she 'd be allowed to suck up on them, she was again frustrated, for Ria now moved off completely, lowering herself onto the base. Before Neha could follow, however, Ria casually picked up the blade from wherever she 'd left it, and made a one 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 terror of the tongue. Eventually, the emptiness of the cabin brought her to her mother wit, and she raised herself, massaging her brusied breasts as she did so. As the cool air conditioned air began enhance goosebumps across her back, she realized her plight. Ria had, by tearing her dress ( and taking them ), left her practically confined to the cabin unless she wanted to publicly humiliate herself. 'Probably get raped too. '' Neha thought, recalling the fact that the safeguard and slate checker were not known to be of flawless ethical motive. 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 unknown pleasures, and as the pain subsided, Neha began to wonder if being with Ria the half lover half sadist, may not be such a bad proposition after all.

Having nothing to do for now, Neha 's cerebration began to cut into into fantasy once again. She wondered if Ria was experienced, if she 'd had sex with other cleaning lady before. there was nothing to examine it, yet something in her forceful, domineering character told her that even if she had not, she would likely know everything about gay woman sex, there was to roll in the hay. And Neha wanted to find out. After all, now that she had taken the dip, the dip that had left her raw yet strangely fulfilled in an empty cabin, she might as well learn more than. Maybe, she could pass the night with Ria, making love till ... ..

A sound outside caught her attention. It seemed mortal had opened the door to the first class compartment, and Neha could n't be certain if it was Ria or one of the guards. Somehow she did n't want to cover herself from Ria, but ... ... Spotting the small space below the humiliated post, she quickly crawled into it. present moment later, the threshold opened, and Neha could make out a pair of military rush framed by the open door. The trespasser had evidently hoped to feel mortal, and for a mo he stood there. Then, he abruptly turned and walked off, the sound of expectant rubber dying away. He had left the door clear, and Neha could n't be indisputable if he had left for expert, or was merely consulting a workfellow. Her philia still in her lip, Neha lay as still as she could for a while, before crawling out and moving as softly as she could to the doorway.

Peering out, she saw narrow passage devoid of life, but representative in the space. What should she do ? If they ran a thorough search of the cabin, they would surely find her. Even if she was left unmolested, it would be a terribly embarassing to be discovered naked before so many girlfriend. word would disperse like wildfire ... ... as Neha scrutinised the end of the corridor from where the auditory sensation were coming, she suddenly found a lithe figure standing beside her. Jumping back in threat, it was a bit before she realized it was Ria, back with their dish and a shirt. Without a word, she threw the shirt at the nonplussed daughter, and raced off in the direction opposite to the one towards which Neha had been looking.

For a moment, zilch seemed to piddle sense. The sound of a voices nearing, however, suddenly cleared up her heading. Pulling on the shirt somehow, she saw the sentry duty and the tag checker moving towards the undecided door of the compartment. Her sum in her lip, 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 preserve running. Cabins whizzed past her as her oculus desperately searched for any augury of Ria. She was nearing the end of the compartment, and soon she would be at another vestibule. Should she slow down ? She realized too late that it was n't an option, as a figure materialized before her. WHAM !

Next moment she was lying directly on the story, or more correctly, upon soul who was lying bland on the floor. Whoever it was, however, was undaunted by this rape, and quickly pushed Neha off itself, before dragging her by the hair into the nearest cabin. painfulness shot through her question, eclipsing all others, but Neha had no time, much less breather, to yell. Three s later, she was laid down categorical on the floor, and the room access securely closed.

Instantly her hands went to her poor hair, but it did n't keep her from realizing that it had been Ria who had reacted so swiftly to Neha 's headlong arriver, and had used a brutally efficient method to cover her before the two men found them. Now as she lay moaning and trousering, Ria squatted over her as before, only this time, there was grim urgency written all over her face. Lowering herself till she was inches from Neha 's facial expression, Ria recklessly undid two clit of the hastily donned shirt. Finding her left tit, she squeezed it voiceless, forcing Neha to focus on the lady friend above her. Again, no countersign were spoken, but from gesture, Ria made it gain that they would induce to be absolutely tranquilize till the two men left. Neha wanted to add, `` if they left '', but she guessed the older girlfriend already knew this.

But silence clearly did not equate with inactivity in Ria 's book, for she was soon fondling Neha again. Softly at inaugural, as if to get the bearing of what she 'd left. Then harder. Neha 's shirt was opened again, but Ria made no preindication of wanting to taste the succulent buds. Instead, she furnished two evil looking clamp from her pocket ( inspite of the veneration of inevitable pain, Neha could n't help oneself inquire how a girl could be so resourceful, unless ... .she had planned for it ! ). Neha watched in wide eyeball horror as one of her still erect nipples was slowly captured by the clamp, before it closed over it. `` Unhhh ... .please Ria ! '' Next second, a stinging botheration on her left cheek had joined the pain coursing from her tit, and she opened her tearfilled heart to see Ria giving her a stern look, one finger on her lips. Unfortunately, the survey also included the view of the other clamp, which was in the process of descending upon its helpless victim. unable to attend, Neha felt the pain all the more acutely as the clamp secured the instant teat. Unable to moan, and pretty sure that Ria would will them on, Neha began to sob quietly.

As hot rip rolled down her boldness, she felt Ria tug at the fabric lying on either side of her. In a moment it was gone. Ria now got up, till Neha could see her towering over her, the crotch of her pants directly above her chest of drawers. For a terrifying second, Neha thought she would lower herself onto the clamp-held breast, but she moved off. Instead, she seemed to be bending over something. Though every front, even the heave of her bureau, seemed to increase the pain in Neha 's tits, she raised herself to see what Ria was upto. She was surprise to see her rummaging in Neha 's bag. Eventually, she fished out thr ee bras, each of a unlike innovation. Selecting the most sheer of the lot, she dumped the others in the bag, and returned to the supine girl. In a quick motility, she grabbed one clamp and yanked it so hard 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 limp weapon, so as to pull the bra shoulder strap over her shoulders from the front man. This done, she hooked the bra behind her, pushing the clamps into odd emplacement, thereby causing the piteous girl further agony. As tears now flowed freely down her cheeks before landing upon her tortured segmentation, Ria forced the girl to stand up, this metre by pulling her hair. Staggering up in a pain-filled daze, Neha felt her finale bit of respectable wearable, her little shorts, being pulled down, before her panties followed. Another slap was however needed, before Neha stepped loosened stepped out of them. Now standing practically naked ( worse than naked, Neha told herself, realizing how lewd her bra-encased clamped teat were looking ), the daughter saw Ria move around the girl, checking her out. Satisfied, she grabbed one of her ass impertinence, and squeezed it arduous. Neha, fearing another round of suffering, instinctively moved away, but Ria merely pulled on her haircloth to end this opposition.

Instead, she moved away, rummaging in her own bag this time. Out came what looked like a very narrow belt, some tape and pair of scissors. Leaving the belt-like instrument for the clock time being, Ria picked up Neha 's panties from where they 'd fallen, she balled them up and held them before Neha 's eye. Seeing the utterly obnubilate look in her eyes, Ria chuckled, before landing another toilsome smack on her right impertinence. As Neha opened her mouth in a screeching, it was brutally cut brusk by a ball of cotton which was wedged snugly between her knife and pep pill teeth. Still stunned by the unexpected assault, Neha provided no resistivity as the sometime miss calmly cut out five inches of the thickheaded tape recording, and glued her backtalk shut with it. To be secure, another length of tape was soon complementing the other, at a aslant to it.

Effectively gagged, Neha saw Ria remove out a length of rope, with which she first made a loop around a small handle protruding from an overhead AC vent, probably for pulling it down once the screws were loosened. This done, Ria tugged at it, noting the lack of movement of the venire. Neha realized now what the girlfriend was intending to do, and she began to back off. She was almost at the door when she felt a fellow tug on her hair. Yelping, she felt herself pulled back roughly. Should she shout out ? 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 supporter. The fear of embarassment ? the fear of rapine ? Or some perverse attractive force to the fille who was in the process of devising steadily more take down and hurtful ways of torturing her ?

As her confused mind gave no signaling, her gimp hands were grabbed and attached rougly to the ends of the forget me drug. Ria climbed upon the tabular array between the position to create a complex of knots which soon had Neha tied securely, like some puppet from a twine. Worse, the way she 'd been tied, her animal foot were barely touching the terra firma, 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 manage with the rocking of the gear and the Angle at which she had to do the job, Neha could not distinguish. All she could recite was that with her pes barely touching the dry land, the rocking of the power train was all the more noticeable, and she felt that at any moment she might let loose balance, and begin danging mid air by the free weight of her handwriting. Worse, she might bring the AC grillwork panel and whatnot upon herself.

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

Ria now stepped back to admire the missy. Again, memories of an before brush flooded her mind, making her half wish that her current victim would be Thomas More cocky, would try to hightail it and contend back, just like the to begin with 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 first of all female child was now, and how she would unite her with her present tense dupe. That was in the future, she reminded herself : for now she must coach this girl, though to be fair Neha seemed to be betraying a sense of attractor which made her task far easier. Indeed, Ria would have rewarded her for such cultism, 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 wearable 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 pitiful girl, in whose eyes the faint expectation that she would leave alone her alone, was dying out. Ria smiled, as she advanced with the grievous objective in her hand, till she was almost touching her victim.

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

knock ! The audio of the whip whistling through the air, before landing hard on a captive 's delicate consistence, was something Ria always relished. She relished even more the poor yip of a gagged girl, who was being tortured for the first meter in her life sentence. The whip, to be true, had landed on abdomen, and the girl was now trying to back off. Ria had anticipated this, tying the knots tight enough to prevent her from going beyond a certain space without leaving the ground. The rocking of the string made matter worse for the girl. As if to bemock her try at escape valve, the outer space between the beths was sufficient for tying up a girl and whipping her, but everytime she tried to escape, she would hit one of the berths. This now happened, the daughter being wedged in the corner made by one of the berths and the table.It gave Ria the distinguishable opinion of a cornered rat, terrified of the feline approaching it.

Ria knew she could whip Neha to a bright red in the electric current status, but she was never one to use her whip indiscriminately. She now raised the whip again, allowing Neha to admire the weapon for a full two indorsement, before landing it on her calf. Neha jumped and lost her balance, hitting the table and being forced forward to recover her footing, due to the gruffness of the bail above. Ria used this occassion to land another hard reverse, the right way across her clamped tits. Stunned by the third base assault, Neha now fell back onto the table, before being forced to somehow impress forward again.

Ria could n't avail it anymore. Lowering the lash, she broke out laughing, which grew as she noted the slim down line that the whip had made across her tits, the bra providing skimp protection to her tits. Yet Ria the moment Ria realized that her tits had some covering fire, she brought out the scissors. Beginning with the left hand cup, she slowly began to cut out the weird excrescence at the center of the cup. This freed up the clinch, and it stuck out of the bra like a impossibly farseeing nipple. The early cup followed, and Ria let the objet d'art of cloth fall away.

Grabbing Neha, she roughly pushed the incapacitated girl towards the former side of the cabin, till she was almost at the door. This allowed Ria plentiful whiz to Neha 's tight tail. Though she always had a predilection for titmouse, she could n't help but look up to the round pliability of her muscleman, which clenched involuntarity in otiose prediction of where the next reverse would go. Yet for a few moments Ria paused to admire her prey again. Neha was thinner than the other girl, and her ass Sir Thomas More smashed. She could just imagine how a dildo would look, sticking out between those globes. Ria smiled - what Neha lacked in feeling, she to a greater extent than made up with a cause of death body.

Whack ! Neha felt as if a knife had been run across the length of her back. She would have believed that that was indeed the case, had she not jazz what was in Ria 's mitt. Ever since the crop had begun flying, she had been in one endless nightmare, trying to fly what was impossible to run from. To make matters worse, not only were the whiplash hard and irregular, with each blow, her scurrying only added to the pain in her hand. By now she was sure enough her joints were about to pop out. Yet she could n't simply stand there and ingest the pain could she ? fracture ! This blow landed between her bare ass face, periliously close to her anal pickle. She lost her remainder again, and tumbled to one side, hitting the berth and bouncing off, her armpit flaring up in the modish of series of painful experiences.

But it was far from over. As Neha turned to see where the next nose candy would follow, the side by side blow indeed landed on her side, making her jump like a mark cat. As she moved to one side, so as to forfend getting the next one at the Sami spot, she saw the whip ascending again, and land on her left-hand leg. Again, she lost her balance wheel, and crashed into a mooring, this time hitting her berm. And so it went on. Every time Neha would incite, she would get a whip on a different part of her body. Though her mind told her that evasion was impossible, her body tried on, getting exhausted, and developing a severe strain in her hired man. All the while, Ria continued to seem 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 young woman, something which Neha knew would spend a penny her halt even if she was on the verge of last. Somehow, she was attracted, fatally perhaps, to everything Ria, including the sadistic voodoo for hurting her.

Ria watched with growing amusement as the girl kept on trying to escape the blows. Eventually she felt her party whip arm tiring, and knew her other 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 lasting damage to her tied hands, or may pass out. She landed a last set of lashes to the clamped tits, causing the clamp to fly in all counseling, bringing forth refreshing moan and feeling of despair from the run down female. Flexing her muscularity, Ria now threw the whip on one of the post, before sampling the salty fluids which were freely flowing down the daughter 's face. This done, she gently stroked Neha 's promontory like a dog, before gently probing her pussy. She had intentionally left her snatch untouched, such that it was most responsive when she began to bang her. But first, she decided that it was meter to check upon the lady friend, and find a way of getting her first captive, into the cabin. Undoing the bonds which held the girl upright piano, she allowed her to collapse onto the floor. Using the freed rophy to tie her peg, she checked the gag, then walked out, making sure that no one saw her emerge.

As Neha drifted off to a fitful, debilitation induced catch some Z's, her tormenter made her way swiftly to the exit of the compartment. Thankfully, no one had locked anything. Even more thankfully, her first engrossed had probably guessed what was happening. After all, she had followed the instuctions relating to Neha to the varsity letter so far, and would probably bonk what was expected of her right now. Congratulating herself on her splendid training, Ria opened the door to the fille'compartment and realized that dinner was being served. Swiftly, she inquired about the whereabouts of her first victim, and soon found her, overseeing the serving of solid food. Pulling her aside, she instructed her to head to the firstly division compartment unseen. 'Yes schoolmarm', she replied, as she had done so many times earlier in these two years.

Once she was gone, she approached the ticket chequer and the guard, who looked at her with with child centre. `` Has she .... ? '' she asked. Both nodded, barely able to hide their fervor. `` apply me half an hour. '' They nodded again, and Ria went back in, resuming her earlier tail end opposite the two bourgeois fille. They paid no attention to her. Apsara was gone, and Ria stretched herself. training was tiring, if pleasurable and she was thirsty. Further, though she would have preferred to starve Neha and the other girl, she knew she would make to smuggle food out for them. Thankfully, it seemed that her initiative victim, who should have 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 girls, though they studied together. `` It 's Shilpi '' the young lady answered.

'' how rude, she deserves everything that 's coming to her. '' thought Ria as she quickly told them that there was a problem with their slate and that Mangala had asked her to inform them about it. They had better talk to the tag checker. The two exchanged disturbed glances, not bothering to doubt the sincerity of Ria 's statement. Once they had hurriedly finished their food, Ria asked them to take their baggage in case 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 enough her maiden 'love', rather prisoner, would treat it. She led them straight into the buttery car, where the two men were waiting, smoking fag. Once the girls stood right in nominal head of them, Ria smiled at them.

'' Do I have a settlement ? '' she asked in English, knowing the two young lady were pitiable in it.

'' certain sure enough '' the two men replied in unison. Ria smiled, nodded at the put off miss, and exited the compartment to the jarring tune of female screams.

Meanwhile, in a inaugural class cabin, Mangala had just discovered her babe lying in a state of mess, with red lines crisscrossing across her backbone. 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 demarcation, which turned her sister 's fair flesh into a chequerboard. Turning her over, she saw that the poor missy 's bra had been cut out, two boastfully clinch attached on her pap. Reaching down to take away one, she though the ripe of it. Instead she paused to look up to the unwaveringly melon of the fille, which she had seen often, but for the low clock time, in this `` new '' way. Not sure enough why she did it, she gave one of the clinch a lenify tug, causing the form to rise with it, before falling back with a bounce. She repeated the appendage with the other clinch, harder this time. Neha made a slight cause, and Mangala let go. Instead, she cupped the tit, marvelling at its fulness. No wonderment boys lusted after her - Mangala 's dessert and innocent sis, who was just embarked upon an irregular journey into the unknown.

Though seeing her sister this way made her want to lessen her excruciation, she knew better than to do anything about it. Instead, she realized that she was feeling as strange, unacceptable sensation in her loins, one which told her that her sister would be a great fuck. For a wide five transactions she resisted the urge, forcing her mind instead to inquire what all her sister had been through. This her judgement easily guessed, and as she pictured the torment, she felt the urge growing inviolable. Finally, her judgement told her that there was no way the sadist who had done this to her sister would attain life any well-situated for Neha, and she might as well get a few loving moments between endless academic term of torture. Lowering herself till her breast touched the clamps, she placed her broad sass onto those of her sister.

Ria quickly exited the compartment, and entered the first base class one, this time without pausing. Her plan so far was working perfectly. She felt no pathos for Shilpa and her friend. Or was it her sister ? Maybe she 'll never make love. When the two brutes were done with them, they would either be dumped beside the tracks or sold. Either way, since they stayed in the student lodging, it would be month before their parents came to check, and by that time, she was certain 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 background. Wordlessly, she strode in, leaving it to the firstly girl to close up the door. Once she turned after doing it, she found Ria inspecting the daughter on the floor. Smiling at the sleeping form, Ria got up, and nodded at the early female child. The girl knew what was expected of her. For the foremost few Clarence Day of her training, she had not, and then had refused to screw. Her stubborness had been dealt with in the harshest way possible, with her organic structure being left half suspended in water for a full January night. To her fill-in, and subsequent dismay, her splendid immunity prevented pneumonia, though she went down with a pyrexia. Worse than febrility, though was the experience of being in icy frigidity piddle for hours on end, almost totally naked. Coupled with whippings and cigarette burn mark, she had not only get word to do what she was about to do now, but also a plethora of hard, 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'role. Inside, she was her personal sex slave.

The striver now began to get out of her apparel. Ria had ruined dozens of her attire, sometimes ripping them off, more often cutting them at special space, so as to rick the agency of defending her modesty into musical instrument aiding her humiliation. She did not desire to destroy her latest dress, and got out of it before Ria could lose interest in the spring lady friend. Now in her intimate apparel, the girlfriend waited for her mistress to give the signal. Many a time, she would ask her to keep her intimate apparel on, though again it would wait on purposes diametrically opposite to what they normally were meant for. On this occassion, she got the signal to loot completely, and with a impression of guilt at how completely she had fallen under Ria 's piece, she stripped off her wearing apparel with a horse sense akin to relief.

Next flash, she was on all fours, crawling towards her owner like the bitch she was. Ria paid no interest to this development till the miss was literally at her feet. Now she allowed the girl to absent her jean, and then her panty, exposing her hairy gash to the female. Ria now got up and sat down on Neha 's leaping body, positioning herself upon her thigh. As the hard worker changed counselling, Ria casually opened her ramification, allowing the girl to bring down herself to the stratum of her vagina. The slave began with gentle licking, flicking the outer overweight folds. Ria knew she had had to train her quite a lot to learn her the art of eating out another cleaning woman, but today she was n't in a mood to test such art. Grabbing a fistful of the young lady 's pilus, which was done up in a ponytail, she pushed her harder into her love yap. The young lady between her legs realized that her mistress was raring today, and began licking harder. Grabbing her psyche with the other mitt, Ria responded to this sweat by reaching below her to fondle one of her hard worker 's pendulous tits. Those boob, easily 38DD, were one of the reasons she had chosen her, and not one of the more beautiful ( and athletic ) daughter. Had she known then that she would have such a with child cunt of a sister, she would definitely make broken both. As it were, she was only vaguely aware of Neha till she saw her a duad of twenty-four hour period back. Now, she was grateful that she had indeed chosen such a slut.

Her hired man reached one of the heavy form pocket dangling from the slave 's chest, and she cupped it for a minute, adjusting herself so that the owner of the titmouse could continue her study at her cunt. As the girl lapped knockout, she squeezed the tit hard, finding the elongate mamilla easily. Taking it between her thumb and forefinger, she twisted it cruelly, causing the slut to heave into her pussycat. Laughing, she released the tit, focussing on getting maximum pleasure out of the campaign of her slut. She could feel the fleshy clapper probing hard at her, seeking her clit, then finding it and flicking it, then moving off to make lap and patterns on her kitty-cat walls before returning to the most medium part of her vagina. Ria had taught her well, too well, she realized as she felt herself heading towards the pinnacle of coming at breakneck speed. But she made no effort to slow down, allowing her slave to hold open up the tempo.

'' Ahhh ... ..faster you bitch. Lick like your life-time depends upon it. '' She could not be sure that the girlfriend, with her top dog trapped between her Ria 's thighs, heard her correctly, but Ria made no effort to change anything, apart from grabbing her hair with both hands and pushing her headway further into her pussy, till she was certain the young woman could harldy breathe. But the slave knew better than to break, going harder and faster, licking desperately at the slick magazine paries, burying herself in the fluids it produced, which were currently coating her cheeks, eyes, nose and indeed her whole font, matting her hair as it did so.As she flicked her clit again, she felt the girl 's pegleg stiffen.Next moment she was writhing in orgasm, thrashing like a crazed creature atop the saltation girl, with her slave being drowned in her cum between her legs.

For what seemed like an timeless existence, the slave felt wave after moving ridge of her mistress'cum wash over her, till she believed that this time she would surely be drowned. Finally, the legs on either incline of her went limp, and she was thrown away, hitting the spot and collapsing beside it. As her tits bounced on her chest before coming to perch, she saw the missy staring at her, with a mixture of jar, horror and dismay. The slave sighed, and looked away. a good deal as she knew that this was bound to take place sometime, it still hurt her to realize that her new sister, the sweet and innocent Neha, had just seen her senior sister, the proud, haughty and priggish Mangala being used like an inflatable fucktoy. As the slave Mangala closed her eyes, a snag 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 slender, lithe and had low solid breasts. 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 spend wondering how to get out the haughty girl. In the end it had been ridiculously easy. Perhaps she had never been in such a position. More probably she had never had to use her weapon to defend herself in her life sentence. Either way, one night when they were sleeping over at Ria 's place, she had grabbed her, and armtwisted the miss into giving her a foresightful Lesbian buss. To be indisputable, Mangala had put up much more resistance than Neha had, but in the end Ria had won, and thus began Mangala 's descent into orgy. She had been progressively broken, made to suck off all sorts of men, and eventually act like a portable sewer for Ria. All that had been achieved month ago, but it was only recently that she had seen Neha, and Neha 's training had just begun. There was still a yearn, albeit pleasurable way to go.

It was time to parent Neha. As she bent down, she saw that Neha was indeed awake. On her side was a look of dibelief, coupled with hopelessness. Had she hoped that her sister would somehow deliver her ? It was not affected given the air of indomitability Mangala gave out to the outside public, albeit interspersed with sessions of thrall as the nowadays one. Supressing her desire to laugh at her naivete, Ria dragged Neha up. It was now prophylactic to undo her chemical bond and gag, and these were skilfully done away with. Once lineage surged back into Neha 's arms, the pain in them seeemed to mature again. Yet she barely felt the painfulness, as the newsworthiness that her sister was infact a sex striver was yet to sink in. She saw the Ria land a bitch on Mangala 's spinal column, and the girl scurried up onto her stifle, her eye betraying add up compliance.

Ria felt amused by the look of stay surprise in her eyes. As she continued to front at this strange reunion, her nous formed an idea. She grabbed Neha and forced her to stand. Ria motioned Mangala to lay down, and pushed down Neha on top. However, she made her turning around, such that Neha, when she was finally lying on her elder sister, was staring at her sis 's pussy. Positioning Neha such that her legs were on either face of the quondam sis 's head, she grabbed Neha, one hand on her headspring the other on her ass. Pausing for a moment to admire her ass again, she then pushed both downwards.

Neha found herself staring at her own sister 's kitty, her wondered if she was to do what pornstars did in such circumstances. Her fears were confirmed when she felt a tongue, which could only be that of her sister, gently probing her snatch. She tried to pull away, still unable to fathom the consequences of being eaten out by her own babe. But Ria would have none of it, controlling her by the hair. Realizing that she had no alternative, crying began to take form in her eyes again as she extended her spit to the Brown University gash. With utmost reluctance, she began to probe the pussy with her clapper. However, clearly she was doing something wrong, for Ria pulled her up by the hair again. Using one of her hands, she pried open Mangala 's slit curtain raising, and pushed Neha into it. Neha, suffocated for the import, had no option to figure out away at the pink inside of her sister 's slice.

As Neha slowly licked, Ria stood back to admire the sight of the two sisters eating each other out. `` the perfect family unit '' she thought. Just one affair was missing, her head added. Going back to her bag, she searched for a dildo, and found it. Strangely, it was dissimilar from the one she had. It was thinner, but longer. As she wondered at its presence, she realized that she had been going through Neha 's bag. Smiling at the fact that the `` guiltless '' girl was not so innocent after all, she picked it up and took out a bottle of lube from her own bag. Applying it generously over the dildo, she went back to the `` couple '', and settled down upon Neha. By now, Mangala 's succour had brought out a fair amount of money of juice from her younger sister. Mangala 's own kitty was getting wet as well, but given the lack 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 baby 's heart, visible through the crack of Neha 's ass, entreat her not to aim her vernal sister 's virginity. `` It 's your sister 's Mango ( the name by which Ria referred to Mangala, and specifically to her breasts ). She 's not so innocuous after all. '' Before she could condense the fact, Ria added `` And, it 's not for her pussy. '' Mangala 's reflection changed to one of jolt, as she realized what her mistress meant. A consequence later, she saw her fears good turn into reality, even as her sister 's kitty released increasing sum of cum onto her aspect.

Neha was becoming steadily more aroused. She had given up the unequal combat against her sister 's expert work, her mind forcing her to accept the fact that just like when she 'd been tied up, no thing what she did, she would have to face the Same destiny. This sentence, the circumstances was pleasurable, and she settled down to love her sister 's drubbing. Though Ria was no longer forcing her, Neha continued to thrash at her sister 's pussycat, which rewarded her with juice she never knew her sister had. Unimaginable though it was, Neha realized that if indeed she was Ria 's striver, she would herself have cum hundreds of times. 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 snatch to explore. Refusing to suffice the questions her brain asked, she began to lick with corking vigour, seeking to regain the one patch which was sensitive in every girl.

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

Her psyche cruelly told her that she would anyhow do anything the fille wanted, and right now she wanted to jazz her in the ass. Ignoring her mind as she had done so often today, Neha besseched her again. SHe got no reply, Ria too purpose upon forcing the foreing object down the resisting sloping trough to trouble oneself. By now the dildo was pushing hard against her virgin anatomical sphincter, and Ria felt nostalgic in thinking of the time she 'd broken in Mangala 's arse, in the back of a lecture student residence, 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 washy paw that was hovering around Ria 's waist. Infact, she turned around such that she was facing Neha 's ass, and her sister 's fount. Bending down to get a better look at her virgin ass, she began pushing harder, bequeath the resistance to consecrate way. At the other end, Neha had guessed from what Ria told her sister that it was her own dildo being pushed into the wrong hole. Cursing her conclusion to bring it along, she clenched her tooth, willing herself to contain this out in quiet.

Yet the pain was becoming unbearable. As she screwed up her expression and bit her lower lip, she suddenly felt the affair pause. For a aspirant moment she believed that Ria had given up, though she knew just than to believe a cleaning lady like RIa would afford up on anything. She was right. A few here and now later, she felt a brutal pain in her ass, which told her that her anal sphincter muscle had been totally violated, that her own dildo was now ensconed in her dope subway. Neha could n't expect it anymore. Opening her oral fissure, she screamed out.

It seemed like an eternity before silence descended. She could birth stopped the shrieking with a laborious slap at any import, but having gagged the girl for so long, she had been deprived of the joy of hearing a new slave scream. Now she heard the pitiful creature scream in torture, reminding her again of the multiple times her elder 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 portion job, and even amidst the botheration she knew her sister was going through, her kitty-cat had been giving out copious amounts of succus. When RIa had told her that her babe was not a virgin, she had refused to think it. But now she, being drenched in the fluids of her own baby, did not quite experience so sure. Again, instead of bringing headache and shame as it would once possess, the thought merely brought excitement to the girl, making her add more of her own juice to Neha 's face at the diametric end.

Now, as she watched the dildo go in with a unrelenting jabbing, and the subsequent scream, she knew how her baby must be feeling. As she continued to lick, she watched mesmerised as the dildo, thicker than the one that had been used upon her, went thick and mystifying. Her sister 's ass muted the wow that were coming out of her sis '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 little, and then it went deeper, almost seven in. Ria now held it there, even as Mangala realized that at the rate at which she was going, Neha would cum soon.

Ria now began to pull it out a little, wondering if Neha had reached her limit. She still remembered breaking in the lead student on her lap at the spinal column of the hall, but then only about 5 in had gone in. Clearly her midget sister could take more. Ria shoved in stake harder, sending another half inch inside. She could see Neha 's ass muscles spasming, as she tried to discharge the strange physical object. But it was futile - her own choice of dildo, meant even without Ria holding it there, she would not be able to take out it. Infact, Ria removed her hired man, enjoying the way the dildo stuck there, rising and fallilng gently as her ass quivered. Looking directly at Mangala as she stared up at the dildo, she said `` Now your little puppy also has a 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 move out. Crying now, she begged Ria again, but only secretiveness, coupled with the very light sounds of a tongue lapping against a girl 's sex - her sex - came to her ear. Neha wondered if she would be able to snitch properly again in her life, but such thoughts were being periodically interrupted not only by the infliction in her ass, but the fact that her Sister was carrying on with her task of taking Neha to orgasm. And as the immature female child now realized, she was very close to success.

So close infact that Neha wanted to moil her snatch against her sister 's expression. Since Ria 's weight prevented it, she remained still, licking Mangala occassionally, but concentrating mostly on the pang of joy that were emanating so close from her source of pain in the ass. Then suddenly, she felt Ria begin pulling the thing out, and Neha instantly wished Ria had left it in there. However, all she could do was plead, or stare blankly at her sister 's rapidly moistening pussy. She did the latter, infact burying her face in the soft flexure, seeking quilt from the blinding pain in her sister 's private voice.

Mangala, by now determined to contain her baby to orgasm, licked evermore furiously at her sister 's slit. Infact, she was trying to do secure than what she did for her schoolma'am, since her psyche gave her the weird logical system that Neha needed her to a greater extent than did Ria. As she saw the dildo relocation out gradually, she felt something hard press against her own twat, and the realization that it was her sister 's facial expression, which had only been intermittently in link with her, raised her excitement respective bend. Was she too trying to get her off ? Mangala knew Neha was inexperienced, so it was expected that she would not do a corking 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 pussy over her.

Ria, having removed the dildo completely, noted the blood and shit it was covered in. Wondering fro a minute if she should get it cleaned by either of the fille, she realized how close both were to orgasm, and she was determined to bear a dildo in Neha 's pussy the first sentence she was brought to a lesbian orgasm. Positioning the dildo, she plunged in inside again, causing Neha to raise her head to thigh-slapper, before burying it again in Mangala 's pussycat. Ria pushed it all the way in, and then pulled it out, noting all the while the way the two bodies beneath her were beginning to writhe in 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 ass to the replete.

As she did so, Neha, her face buried in Mangala 's pussy, realized at the same clip that her Sister appeared closelipped to cumming, and also that the rape of her ass was causing a strange aesthesis. 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 take 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 intensity she 'd never felt before. And then she was at the edge. Instead of screaming out however, buried as she was in a pussy. she bit into it, grazing something like a nub in the process, as she felt her floodgates undefendable. At the other end, Mangala felt something movement deeper into her pussy, before touching her neglected clit. The feeling, coupled with the realization that her sister had finally found her clitoris, was too a great deal for her. She let out a foresighted groan as her own kitty exploded into the face of her younger Sister.

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

As the Twin Falls sexual climax 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 status, as Ria returned from her bag with two catch. She held them out to the erstwhile girl, and Mangala instantly knew which one was hers. Taking it, she obediently fastened it around her neck, such that in front dangled a tag which read Cumbitch. But her mistress held out the other one as well. Mangala realized what it meant.

Taking it, she crawled over to Neha, bending over her. She helped the beat girlfriend onto her haunches, seeing the face of befuddled lecherousness in her face. Trying to smile as best as she could, she reached out and held the choker before Neha 's eye. Behind her, a voice came `` WIth right ceremony Cumbitch. ``

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

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

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

Confusion increased on the miss 's side. Mangala held the tag close to the female child 's optic, remembering well the day, just after the results had announced that Mangala had topped the year, when her own `` ceremonial occasion '' had taken place, her gold medal being stuffed up her ass in the process. Neha took her metre to read 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 neck `` Fuckbunny ''.

Before Neha could digest this change, Ria was fastening chains to the rings dangling from the two neckband. adjacent moment, she found herself trying to get up on her ramification, but was motioned to rest on all quatern by her sis. As Ria began to head 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 cause to brave out in her new avatar. But before she could do so, her eyes fell on the two flesh base hanging from Mangala 's chest. Somewhere, in some dissimilar cosmos, she may sustain been horrified by the view of being carnally attracted to her own Sister. But in this submit world, where she had just had sex with her, and been turned into a fuckpet for the girl who owned her sister, nothing seemed ordered anymore.

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

'' Y-yes ? `` Ria felt nervous for the outset metre.

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

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

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

( may be continued )
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( written by Pandorius999 )

All characters in this report, as well as all locales and the game, are completely fabricated. Any resemblance is purely coincident.

Feedback is always welcome. Based upon reception, a 2d voice may be written. suggestion for the same will be appreciated .