`` An unexpected Journey ''

Neha stood in nominal head of the mirror, staring at her bantam 5'2 anatomy, straightening her wild blue yonder blouse, before moving to the short she had paired with them. Noticing a slight blemish on the right leg, she turned to interchange it, before stopping herself. It was an educational tripper after all, that too with her senior sister and her protagonist. Dropping the plan to change her shorts, she began to apply sunscreen to her face, preparing for the hot sun that beat down outside.

As she applied the cream generously over her oviform boldness, before rubbing some more on her brow and over her eyelid, she again paused to check herself out. Barring the fact that she had some white strokes of redundant pick making not so artistic lines on her cheeks, she looked pretty a great deal the way she wanted to appear. At 19 and just out of her first class in a girl'college, Neha may have some half-baked estimate about what the domain wanted a girlfriend to look like, but no one could deny that she was pretty. If her father were to be believed, it was her Prunus dulcis shaped optic, rare for her community, set on a slightly elongated face, with luxuriously eyebrows and staring rim, which made her the cynosure of all middle. That those eyes had hitherto been those of ageing aunts, street riffraff and ofcourse her prude of a baby, was not her fault. As she adjusted the straight berm length hair which completed her visage, she was filled with the all too companion hungriness to be appreciated by a man. With her flavour, why would n't they ? But first gear, she 'd have to recover a way of evading her sister 's Fe hold, 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 world, came the voice of her female parent. 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 champion Ria standing around what looked like their luggage. THeir female parent was standing a little away, by the kitchen comeback, asking if they would need 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 becharm the railroad 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 untested sibling. `` My dear baby girl, if you could kindly get your affair ready instead of staring at your braincase, we 'd all be much obliged. '' It took Neha a few seconds to read the word brainpan, seconds in which Mangala had covered the space between them, and was pushing her up the stairs like a sack of potatoes.

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

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

'' goodness. Extra batteries for the photographic camera ?'

'' Yes ''

And so it went on, till Neha was quite trusted they 'd spend the day checklisting every clause in her room. This, after Mangala had personally supervised her packing the night before. `` What 's that big bulky object sticking out of the backpack ? '' Before she could answer, her sis had fished out her deary 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 let in this ? '' Neha gave a sullen look. The teddy flew into the wardrobe, and her sister stomped out. From the nates of the stairs came a footnote to take her mobile and get her stuff downstairs in five indorsement. Openly swearing now, Neha finished wadding, intentionally placing the toy back in the bag. This done, she picked up her cellular phone and pocketbook, before running a straightaway chit for anything she 'd left behind. cypher except ... ..her eyes spotted an stretch object sticking out of her underclothing draftsman. On a hunch, she picked it up and stuffed it into her bag. All done, she headed down, wondering if the educational trip would be allowed to remain just that.

An hour and another stuffed toy related statement later, Neha found herself in a train compartment with fifty dollar bill more smelly female person, all of whom were desperately trying to hide their body odour with a variety of redolent chemical compound. None were succeeding, her nasal senses informed her, as she somehow managed to wedge between Apsara, who looked more like the obese mother of an backer than an angel herself, and her baby 's Quaker Ria. often to her assuagement, Ria proved to be more amiable company. Ria was 21, and easily stood a base over Neha. A natural athlete and dancer, her material body reminded one of the lineament of the female person figurine which adorned the walls of synagogue. `` 36C-28-40 '' Neha made a mental guesswork of the girl 's statistics.

To her embarassment however, she found Ria staring at her as she was just rounding off her daily round ass. Looking away hurriedly, Neha pretended to be admiring Apsara, something which drew an appreciative smiling from the heavy girl. Unfortunately, the grinning only made her look even more like someone 's mother-in-law, and Neha was forced to reckon away. right in nominal head of her, two conservative-looking missy were poring over something in a leger filled with telephone number. One of them met Neha 's stare, shifting with disfavor to the trunks she was wearing. Exasperated by the reaction she was getting, yet fearful of looking at Ria again, Neha moved her head in random directions for a few instant. 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 base Year misstep, and had her Sister not used her influence to get an extra ticket for her, there was no way she 'd have been in the railroad train at that import. On second thought, maybe getting bored for two farseeing summer calendar month was better than going to a lot of rock music cut caves with a bevy of malevolent looking girl. And where exactly was her sis ?

Ria seemed to interpret her thoughts. `` Feeling out of post eh ? It happens. Your sister is meddlesome 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 time, they were facial. Neha noted, with appreciation the fact that Ria too had an oval typeface, but her eyes were big and round. So too were her lips, the swooning pink on them going well with her light skin tone. Like all girls Neha knew, Ria had Black pilus, made into curls which fell gracefully along her shoulder joint. Now, as she spoke, she gently brushed one of them aside. Before she realized what she was doing, Neha had reached out and was gently stroking those silklike locks.

If Ria found her demeanor strange, she showed no foretoken of it. Instead she let her booster 's sister stroke her hair, running her hanker white fingers through the black mass, gently pulling it till it gave way. Instinctively, she moved one, then all, fingers from the fuzz to the fair brass. Unable to break eye contact, Ria felt soft fingers glide ever so gently over her face, till they covered her cheeks, moving over her wind towards her brow.

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

She did not know how hanker 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 tenderness, she headed towards the pot. Unfortunately, news program appeared to induce travelled fast, for she got inquisitive stares and the occassional giggle from many of the adult female. Reaching the room access, of the compartment, she realized it was open, allowing the subject countryside to look sharp by. More importantly, after the suffocating air of the berths, she found the cool 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 breeze.

With the breeze however, the thoughts of Ria seemed to recall. What had she done ? On the face of it, all she had done was admire the beauty of a person of the Saame sexuality. But as everyone in the compartment probably knew by now, the mode of appreciation had exceeded the definition of friendly touch by a mile and more. Somehow, she 'd felt up attracted to the girl as she 'd not been to any other soul. Had Ria too admired her ? She 'd always wanted to be admired by a man, but at that import she desperately wanted to be appreciated by Ria. Unknowingly, she 'd germinate a crush on Ria.

As she pondered in astuteness the developments of the previous one-half hr, she did not notice another figure emerge behind her, and stand silently for a moment. It made a movement as if it 'd prefer to go back, then stopped. Sighing, it lowered itself beside the retrospecting young lady. Getting no reaction from her, she gently placed a hand over the girl 's sparse shoulders. The little girl almost jumped out of the train in surprise, before stammering `` Wh ... .who ? Oh ! '' Her attempt at hiding the shock of seeing the very somebody 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 articulatio humeri met. Now she could find her entire body vibrating with the tremor emanating from the young woman beside her.

Neha felt Ria fracture closer. though she now had ample reason to look at her, Neha somehow could not bring herself to reckon at her. Why had she fare ? To order her that what she did was wrong ? Being the sis of the most prudish lady friend in the mankind, she 'd take heed the lecture a million times, and had become resistant to such input. Still, this was not her sister, but the girl she ... .Neha forced her psyche to say the Good Book `` wish '', but she knew her mind had formed a dissimilar Christian Bible. A word which Ria seemed to somehow sense, for she withdrew her deal. Yet she did not pass on, but stayed there, staring straight ahead.

Moments passed. Neha cast a fleeting glance at her sister 's friend, who seemed so different from her sister, yet so distant rightfield now. What was she thinking ? Neha cast another glance, and this time Ria met her gaze. Their middle were locked onto each early, and again Neha found herself drifting somewhere she knew she mus n't go. Strangely, it seemed that Ria ... ..Ria had broken the gaze, looking away, her eyes blank. Neha continued to stare, ineffectual to break her regard away from the beautiful face before her. Yet she too looked away after a moment, realizing that she had again drifted into dangerous piddle. But, had Ria followed her, even for that minutest fraction of a indorsement ? Neha could n't tell.

They sat as before, each staring ahead. Yet now Neha had a combustion desire to know what the other thought, and raised her oculus towards Ria again. Before she could canvas her in any detail, however, one of the young woman from the compartment appeared at the edge of her visual sensation. Quickly, she looked away, her ears nevertheless noting a giggle from the intruder before she disappeared into one of the lav cubicles. Neha could not bear it anymore. Seeing no chemical reaction from Ria, she decided to get up, perhaps go into some vacate compartment, pass time alone. As she tried to get up, Ria suddenly reached out and grabbed her arm.

As their eye met, she saw Ria mouth a single Book `` postponement ''. Neha settled down again, wondering why she needed to wait, and for what. Still, this was the first-class honours degree response she 'd got from the lady friend after the minute lustful second, and she was n't about to disobey. Ria made no further sign of knowing her, and as the bit ticked by, Neha increasingly began to surmise that they were waiting for the giggling girl to leave. Her shot was right. After an eternity, the miss emerged and headed back, serenading the pair with another snort.

As soon as she was gone, Ria jumped up, grabbed Neha roughly by the arm and with surprising specialty, yanked her up. Before she knew anything, Neha found herself flying across the vestibule, into another compartment. This was evidently the beginning family compartment, for on each side were doors leading into cabins. Ria chose the irregular, and peered in. It was empty. From the spirit of things, all of them were hollow. Next moment, Neha felt herself shoved into the cabin, with Ria following, shutting the room access behind her.

Ria now turned around, staring at an equally breathless Neha. For the first clock 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 rapid breathing adding to the sense of desperation that animated her feature article. Ria instinctively took a step back. Neha stopped, then slumped down on a berth, looking out of the windowpane. Ria waited another present moment, before taking a seat. To Neha 's surprisal, it was not opposite, but beside her.

'' Neha ... .. ''

Neha did n't require to look. So far she 'd been convinced that Ria had been offended by her feeler, and had come to clear subject out. But if that was the compositor's case, why drag them in here ? This secluded place was less apt for apologies than for ... ..'Neha .... '' Neha could n't bear it anymore. She looked, and was surprised to see a strange look in Ria 's center. Before she could recognise it, Neha was looking deep into Ria 's middle again, and this metre, Ria came forward, till they were decently beside each other. As if on cue, Neha 's hired man moved towards her face, resuming what had been rudely disturbed earlier. This time however, her hands seemed determined to explore more of Ria 's feminine beauty. Barely realizing it, Neha moved her hand slowly over Ria 's moist sass, gently running over the soft petal before slowly parting them with her fingerbreadth. Her eyes fixed on Ria, her power digit began to drive harder, till it was pushing against a bony barrier. Harder, and she felt Ria open her sassing a small. Warm air wafted out, drifting over Neha 's hand, causing her digit to drive harder, till it was inside her mouth. As it began to explore her buccal caries, Neha could feel her desire growing stronger, forcing her to push in a s, then a third finger. But fingers were not enough.

Her partner meanwhile, was quicker in analyzing the situation. Having been surprised by the lustfulness the untried girl felt towards her, she 'd waited till she could be trusted of it. Never the one to border on anyone directly, she 'd toy the part of the surprise girl to ne plus ultra. 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 sensitive cheeks. Yet the very distraction brought back memories of an in the beginning time, with a different somebody. `` So similar '' she thought, `` even exactly same. '' Suppressing the urge to jest at the common sense of deja vu, she instead decided that the danger were now minimal. She might as well get on with it. In a moment, she had effected it. Neha 's wet finger's breadth were now in mid air, her body turned around skilfully till it was unconditional upon the berth. Getting the familiar sentience of being in ascendancy, she lowered herself onto the girlfriend, wondering if she would taste just like ... ...

Her spouse, surprised by the sudden loss of control, was soon in the pure bliss of her first lesbian buss. . She now felt for sure she 'd always wanted Ria, Ria 's soft backtalk to be precise. She felt sure as shooting her attraction was primeval, something which she 'd not clearly realized. Why how when. Neha 's judgement asked in a aloof phonation, one she was familiar with in her little elbow room back dwelling. A room where she 'd longed for a man 's relate. Now ... ..in this alien compartment, it seemed everything had changed. She 'd found pure have sex, and that too in a cleaning woman who was her sister 's best friend. But again, did she handle ? She did n't bother to respond. Instead her back talk pressed harder, taking Ria 's bring down lip in an amourous embrace, delighting in the taste sensation of another female person. Pulling out slowly, she caught the pinko flower petal again, prolonging the embracing, even as her eyes looked ever recondite into Ria 's orb, asking a million head and getting what answers, she knew not.

For the briefest of moments, Neha came up for air, before going back to capture the upper lip. Unconsciously her custody, moved closer. As she continued to kiss, her hands moved into the comrade sleek asylum of Ria 's mane, stroking it like she would stroke a lover 's. Strangely, Ria seemed to be beginning to respond as well, her eyes betraying a lustfulness that pushed aside disarray, even as her breathing became faster, seemingly matching the metre of Neha 's heart.

Yet Ria seemed to want more, and faster. Stopping mid-kiss, she pulled away, and looked deep into the former young lady 's center. next mo, she plunged into another kiss, but one which was faster, more prurient and for Neha, more ravishing. Before she knew it, her back talk had been parted, and a writhing member had penetrated it, pushing past her tooth, seeking her tongue. Neha did n't need to comply : her lingua was found and engaged in passionate frolic by the invader. Not bothering to wonder what had occassioned this change, Neha lay there as Ria explored her mouth, running along her cheeks, dentition and what not, even as Neha 's own resident process gave it grim Salmon Portland Chase.

Just as she seemed to be settling into a rythm, Ria broke away again, this clip to disappear from Neha 's persuasion. As the surprised daughter raised her promontory to investigate, she was suddenly pushed down as something soft connected with her neck, moving up and down, running something slippery and warm, planting a chiliad kisses on it. Neha raised her handwriting to hold this invisible aggressor, running her finger gently through the fuzz which she so loved, as Ria ravaged her neck and shoulder as she 'd earlier done with her oral cavity.

'' Unhhh '' a moan escaped Neha 's mouthpiece, relating to what she knew not, but expressing the deep desire which was overflowing inside her, demanding that either she or Ria train her body to a state of matter of ecstacy she 'd never before live in her spirit. The movements on her cervix stopped, and reappeared on her brim, kissing heavy, eager to deal in as much of the other as human anatomy would permit. Neha 's hands now wrapped around Ria 's shoulders, willing her to iron out harder against her trunk, till they could turn one. Ria replied by running her hired hand through Neha 's whisker, making undulation and normal which only served to stimulate her to a greater extent.

They were kissing faster now, kissing with crazy abandon, their tongues chasing each other, flicking and entwining, till one would fare up for breath. And then back again. Neha was now pressing harder into Ria 's binding, digging her nails into the mild flesh, wanting to pull her completely inside. As they writhed, she was also aware of her breasts mashed against hers. Those stark breasts ! As Ria came up for air, she wedged her hands between their bodies, such that she was now cupping one of her lover 's tits.

Ria paused, looking intently into the eyes of her buff. 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 accept a pair like hers to bet with. A consequence later, as Ria began to unhook her bra, she realized that she was the lucky guy.

The fact that Ria made unawares workplace of stripping down to her waist, meant that Neha was now looking directly at Ria 's boob. As she 'd guessed, they were quite heavy, almost cernuous. Yet, they appeared firm, without any more than sag than that expected of such magnanimous ball. Better still, as she looked on, she could almost see her nipples growing in size, till they were almost halff an inch long. As if to think about her, Ria lazily raised her arms, till they were interlocked above her heading. The campaign caused an ever so thin bounce in the pinhead, but it was decent to make Neha 's lecherousness for those teat indocile. Strangely, Ria lowered her handwriting in time to agitate her back down.

Instead, she moved her hands up Neha 's consistence, feeling her soft venter, before reaching her nipple. Not as large as Ria 's but also firm, they were subjected to some ennoble pressing through the soft textile of her dress. Then, as Neha raised her hands again, seeking the enticing fruits hanging from Ria 's chest, she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her thorax - Ria was mauling her tits hard.

'' Ahhh ... '' the nonvoluntary groan caused Ria to break for a here and now, then resume the cruel squeezing. She now positioned her workforce till they were each cupping a tit. As Neha realized that Ria 's handwriting were just the right sizing for her tits, she felt Ria 's fingers dig deep into the soft flesh, sending pangs of agony through her consistency, along with glint of carnal warmth. Squeezing till Neha was sure her digit had penetrated her anatomy, she held them there, looking deep into Neha 's eyes. As Neha tried to pore through the blinding painfulness, she saw that Ria 's reflection had changed. It was no thirster that of a blur girl, but one of a athirst female, who was determined to occupy everything she wanted from her partner. And evidently, she wanted it fast.

For the fraction of a second, Neha felt the imperativeness on her tits relax, then they were trapped in those frailty like fingers again. worsened, she moved her hands up and down, mashind the confined melons against each other, causing Neha to pass off another groan of pain sensation. Again she held it for what seemed like an eternity. Then the fingers relaxed, and Neha lowered her head, hitherto craning upwards to beg clemency of her buff. As backup flooded her bosom, she barely heard the binge of framework. Yet she did notice the coolness of the cabin air on her bare abdomen, and a moment later, was shocked to bump a blade appear out of nowhere. As her mind became fully aware of her predicament, she saw the blade lower itself onto her articulatio humeri, before moving slowly over her pelt till it was under her bra strap. She felt a tug against her knocker, as if it was being pulled up, then an abrupt sack. Her bra strap had just been sliced into two. Similar fate met the former strap, and thereafter Neha felt the knife in the vale between her mounds. The sound of fabric being cut met her ears, and then cool air brushed across her sensitive nipples.

Stunned by the ontogenesis, she was nonplussed to find that even after disposing so callously of her article of clothing, Ria still had the knife in her hand. Was she planning on killing her ? As a smell of little terror began to make her breathe faster, she found the knife hovering over her chest, dangerously near her pounding pump. She knew raising her mitt would be useless - she had been defeated without a touch of trouble earlier, and Ria had n't yet shown what exactly she was intending to do. Neha had no intention of ending her sprightliness lying below a gay woman killer whale.

As her mind raced, and her heart throbbed in her throat, Ria lowered the knife trough it was lying over her left nipple. With an expression of eagerness, she began to run the flatbed of the steel over her pap, causing the nubble to react to the common cold steel. The knife now moved from one nipple, over the distance between her breast, to the other. A similar treatment followed, making Neha tactile property 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 suffer some part of her face. Her eyes fixed on the Damocles'sword, she became mindful of the manus on her tit again. This metre it gave a playful squeezing, before reaching for her nipple. For a moment it lay there, just as the knife had done, feeling the stiffness of the nipple above a hill of softness. Then it slowly captured the James Jerome Hill between two finger.

Next moment, Neha, fixated as she was to the mortal arm hovering above her, felt an ague pain at the tip of her tit, which spread quickly over the rest of it, informing her of a new source of torture. weeping welled in her eyes, causing her to voice what her body had been screaming in her intellect farseeing before. `` Please Ria, it hurts ! ``

Ria merely raised the knife to her own lips, in a motion telling her to stay quiet. Neha noticed how Ria had changed. She now looked not only athirst, but also serious, 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 sister ? Was she taking out all the angst against Mangala on the younger girl ? Illogical as it may seem, it appeared to be the sole explanation, rather the exclusively account she could find for the rapid change in her predicament. The other option, Neha shuddered to intend, was that somehow Ria enjoyed causing painfulness.

Ria let go of her tit, only to lash out the other, this time twisting her teat toilsome, causing Neha to beg with growing desperation. To be dependable, 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 great tribulations lying ahead.

As she pondered over these, she saw Ria 's brain disappear again, along with the knife. adjacent here and now, she felt something warm enclose her leave behind nipple. Unrestrained this time, she saw Ria 's headway latching onto the tit, sucking it like it was going to yeild Milk River. Inspite of the pain ( and she could make out some of the topmost marks on her tit ), Neha could n't aid but wonder at the new sensation that was beginning to grade through her torso. Having been freed temporarily ( she guessed ) from any new torture, she became more acutely mindful of the soft pull on her breast, which was causing her intimate urge, momentarily overwhelmed by botheration, to grow again. During the numerous bedtime sojourns into the world of her sexual phantasy, she 'd marvel what it would be like to be sucked on by an adult. Now, it was all coming lawful, in the strangest of circumstances, and though she was fully cognizant that this quiet in Ria 's savagery may be deceptive, she could n't assist but seek more of Ria 's soft mouth, lapping and sucking at her put up nub. Finally raising her flop hand, she placed it gently on Ria 's head, and was relieved to find no electrical resistance. Emboldened, she began to press her palm harder against Ria 's head, volition her to suck harder. Ria seemed to abide by, causing Neha to become steadily more energise.

As Ria 's relief continued, Neha 's mind began once again to cogitate of pleasure, and joy alone. She began to weight-lift her offend tit against her tormentor 's case, raising herself in the Hope that Ria would thus get more of her tit into her back talk. Rather conversely, Ria stopped, raising her head from the fille 's chest. Her eyes disclosed zippo, and Neha wondered what she 'd done to abort the sexual act. Slowly, Ria raised herself, till she was once again straddling Neha, her majestic tit 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 vane from wherever she 'd left it, and made a single threatening motion towards her. In another mo, she was dressing up, and then, she was gone.

Neha lay there, as if she was still under the scourge of the tongue. Eventually, the emptiness of the cabin brought her to her sense, and she raised herself, massaging her brusied breasts as she did so. As the cool air conditioned air began recruit pilomotor reflex across her back, she realized her predicament. Ria had, by tearing her clothes ( and taking them ), left her practically confined to the cabin unless she wanted to publicly humiliate herself. 'Probably get raped too. '' Neha thought, recalling the fact that the guards and ticket checker were not known to be of flawless morality. Her mind told her she should be cursing herself for lusting after Ria, but she could n't quite bring herself to do so. After all, Ria had given her such unknown delight, and as the painfulness subsided, Neha began to wonder if being with Ria the half buff one-half sadist, may not be such a bad proposition after all.

Having nothing to do for now, Neha 's thought process began to dig into phantasy once again. She wondered if Ria was experienced, if she 'd had sex with early fair sex before. there was null to prove it, yet something in her emphatic, domineering persona told her that even if she had not, she would likely cognise everything about lesbian sex, there was to know. And Neha wanted to find out. After all, now that she had taken the dip, the dip that had left her naked yet strangely fulfilled in an empty cabin, she might as well learn to a greater extent. Maybe, she could spend the nighttime with Ria, making love till ... ..

A sound outdoor caught her attending. It seemed person had opened the door to the initiative class compartment, and Neha could n't be surely if it was Ria or one of the safety. Somehow she did n't want to blot out herself from Ria, but ... ... Spotting the diminished space below the small berth, she quickly crawled into it. Moments later, the door opened, and Neha could clear out a duad of military boots framed by the open door. The intruder had evidently hoped to find person, and for a moment he stood there. Then, he abruptly turned and walked off, the sound of with child gumshoe dying away. He had left the door open, and Neha could n't be certainly if he had left for good, or was merely consulting a colleague. Her heart 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 transition devoid of life, but interpreter in the distance. What should she do ? If they ran a exhaustive search of the cabin, they would surely find her. Even if she was left unmolested, it would be a terribly embarassing to be discovered naked before so many girls. News would disperse like wildfire ... ... as Neha scrutinised the end of the corridor from where the audio were coming, she suddenly found a sylphlike frame standing beside her. Jumping back in terror, it was a moment before she realized it was Ria, back with their dish and a shirt. Without a Word of God, she threw the shirt at the nonplused young lady, and raced off in the direction opposite to the one towards which Neha had been looking.

For a moment, cipher seemed to name sense. The sound of a vocalisation nearing, however, suddenly cleared up her head. 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 mouthpiece, 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 when option seemed to be to keep run. Cabins whizzed past her as her eyes desperately searched for any sign of Ria. She was nearing the end of the compartment, and soon she would be at another vestibule. Should she slow up down ? She realized too late that it was n't an pick, as a figure materialized before her. WHAM !

Next second she was lying flat on the floor, or more correctly, upon someone who was lying flat tire on the level. Whoever it was, however, was undaunted by this ravishment, and quickly pushed Neha off itself, before dragging her by the hair into the skinny cabin. Pain shot through her head, eclipsing all others, but Neha had no time, much less breath, to scream. Three endorsement later, she was laid down monotone on the trading floor, and the door securely closed.

Instantly her deal went to her pitiful hair, but it did n't keep her from realizing that it had been Ria who had reacted so swiftly to Neha 's headlong arrival, and had used a brutally effective method to obliterate 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 unrelenting urgency written all over her boldness. Lowering herself till she was in from Neha 's face, Ria recklessly undid two release of the hastily donned shirt. Finding her unexpended tit, she squeezed it grueling, forcing Neha to focalise on the girl above her. Again, no language were spoken, but from gestures, Ria made it exonerate that they would induce to be absolutely restrained till the two men left. Neha wanted to add, `` if they left '', but she guessed the older miss already knew this.

But silence clearly did not liken with inactivity in Ria 's book, for she was soon fondling Neha again. Softly at first, as if to get the carriage of what she 'd left. Then harder. Neha 's shirt was opened again, but Ria made no sign of wanting to smack the succulent buds. Instead, she furnished two evil looking clamps from her air hole ( inspite of the fear of inevitable pain in the neck, Neha could n't avail wonder how a girl could be so resourceful, unless ... .she had planned for it ! ). Neha watched in wide eyed horror as one of her still tumid nipples was slowly captured by the clamp, before it closed over it. `` Unhhh ... .please Ria ! '' Next mo, a stinging annoyance on her allow cheek had joined the pain coursing from her tit, and she opened her tearfilled heart to see Ria giving her a stern feeling, one finger on her lips. Unfortunately, the sight also included the thought of the former clinch, which was in the operation of descending upon its helpless victim. ineffectual to look, Neha felt the bother all the more acutely as the clamp secured the second tit. Unable to moan, and pretty sure as shooting that Ria would entrust them on, Neha began to sob quietly.

As hot tears rolled down her cheeks, she felt Ria tug at the material 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 gasp directly above her dresser. For a terrifying bit, Neha thought she would frown herself onto the clamp-held titty, but she moved off. Instead, she seemed to be bending over something. Though every movement, even the heave of her chest, seemed to increase the hurting 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 brassiere, each of a unlike purpose. Selecting the most sheer of the lot, she dumped the others in the bag, and returned to the supine young woman. In a speedy motion, she grabbed one clamp and yanked it so hard that Neha felt her tit would be ripped off. Instead, she found that her trunk had responded by moving to a sitting position.

Ria moved behind the female child, and was raising her hobble arms, so as to pull the bra shoulder strap over her berm from the front. This done, she hooked the bra behind her, pushing the clamps into odd lieu, thereby causing the poor female child further suffering. As tears now flowed freely down her cheeks before landing upon her tortured cleavage, Ria forced the fille to stick out up, this time by pulling her pilus. Staggering up in a pain-filled haze, Neha felt her last bit of sizable wear, her little boxers, being pulled down, before her panties followed. Another slap was however needed, before Neha stepped loosened stepped out of them. Now standing practically naked ( unsound than naked, Neha told herself, realizing how obscene her bra-encased clamped tits were looking ), the girl saw Ria motility around the girlfriend, checking her out. Satisfied, she grabbed one of her ass cheeks, and squeezed it hard. Neha, fearing another round of agony, instinctively moved away, but Ria merely pulled on her hair's-breadth to end this electrical resistance.

Instead, she moved away, rummaging in her own bag this time. Out came what looked like a very narrow knock, some tapeline and scissors. Leaving the beltlike 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 oculus. Seeing the utterly illogical spirit in her center, Ria chuckled, before landing another firmly smack on her good impudence. As Neha opened her mouthpiece in a shriek, it was brutally cut suddenly by a ball of cotton plant which was wedged snugly between her tongue and upper dentition. Still stunned by the unexpected Assault, Neha provided no resistance as the one-time girl calmly cut out five in of the buddy-buddy magnetic tape, and glued her lip shut with it. To be prophylactic, another duration of mag tape was soon complementing the one-time, 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 small handgrip 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 apparent motion of the instrument panel. Neha realized now what the girl was intending to do, and she began to back off. She was almost at the threshold when she felt a familiar tug on her hair. Yelping, she felt herself pulled back roughly. Should she scream ? Her mind told her she could n't with the gag on. Still, she could easily rip it off. Why had n't she ? Inspite of her obvious predicament, somehow, something prevented her from helping herself, or for calling out for help. The fear of embarassment ? the care of rape ? Or some perverted attractive feature to the little girl who was in the unconscious process of devising steadily more demean and hurtful elbow room of torturing her ?

As her confused judgement gave no signaling, her limp paw were grabbed and attached rougly to the destruction of the rope. Ria climbed upon the table between the berths to create a complex of burl which soon had Neha tied securely, like some puppet from a string. sorry, the way she 'd been tied, her feet were barely touching the ground, while her grim sleeve were in an odd diagonal, unsupported and hurting. Whether Ria had intended this, or this odd emplacement was all she could manage with the rocking of the train and the angle 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 train was all the more noticeable, and she felt that at any moment she might loose counterpoise, and start out danging mid air by the weight of her mitt. Worse, she might play the AC grillwork gore and whatnot upon herself.

While Neha had been trying to fruitlessly adjust herself, Ria had returned with the belt-like instrument. If Neha had known better, it was really a lash of sorts, disguised to look like a belt so that the possessor did not get questioning spirit when it accidentally came out. However, as Neha was to learn, it was just as effective as a rule whip, perhaps, on account of its girth, even more.

Ria now stepped back to admire the young lady. Again, memories of an sooner encounter flooded her mind, making her half wish that her current victim would be more cocky, would try to escape and fight back, just like the earlier one had done. Then, she 'd imagine such resistance as a impediment, but now, she realized it was half the fun. Sighing nostalgically, Ria wondered where that first girl was now, and how she would unite her with her present victim. That was in the future, she reminded herself : for now she must civilize this girl, though to be reliable Neha seemed to be betraying a sense of attraction which made her labor far well-heeled. Indeed, Ria would have rewarded her for such devotion, but training came first. Opening the door just a lilliputian bit, she checked the corridor. As she had hoped, the men had gone, deceived by the end of Neha 's clothing 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 room access, she looked at the pitiful missy, in whose center the faint outlook that she would leave her alone, was dying out. Ria smiled, as she advanced with the grave objective in her handwriting, till she was almost touching her dupe.

Unlike her 1st victim, this one seemed almost on the verge of passing out. It would be a pity if she did - after all, preparation did not admit taking smelling table salt. Still, if her first dupe was anything to go by, she would only get to a greater extent aware as the session progressed, and Ria knew she never hurt one enough to form her notch out from pain. It took away all the fun. Almost laughing at the girl 's predicament now, she stepped back.

knock ! The sound of the whip whistling through the air, before landing hard on a captive 's delicate eubstance, was something Ria always relished. She relished even more the misfortunate yip of a gagged little girl, who was being tortured for the first time in her life. The lash, to be rightful, had landed on abdomen, and the missy was now trying to support off. Ria had anticipated this, tying the gnarl tight enough to prevent her from going beyond a sure length without leaving the priming. The rocking of the train made affair worse for the girl. As if to mock her try at dodging, the space between the beths was sufficient for tying up a girl and whipping her, but everytime she tried to get by, she would hit one of the berths. This now happened, the girl being wedged in the corner made by one of the berths and the table.It gave Ria the decided impression of a at bay rat, terrified of the felid approaching it.

Ria knew she could lather 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 admire the weapon for a full two seconds, before landing it on her calfskin. Neha jumped and lost her Balance, hitting the mesa and being forced forward to retrieve her footing, due to the shortness of the bonds above. Ria used this occassion to land another intemperately blow, right across her clamped tits. Stunned by the third assault, Neha now fell back onto the table, before being forced to somehow locomote forward again.

Ria could n't help it anymore. Lowering the whip, she broke out laughing, which grew as she noted the thin short letter that the whip had made across her tits, the bra providing scant shelter to her tits. Yet Ria the moment Ria realized that her tits had some cover, she brought out the scissor grip. Beginning with the left cup, she slowly began to cut out the Wyrd bulge at the center of the cup. This freed up the clamp, and it stuck out of the bra like a impossibly recollective nipple. The other cup followed, and Ria let the pieces of cloth fall away.

Grabbing Neha, she roughly pushed the helpless girl towards the early incline of the cabin, till she was almost at the threshold. This allowed Ria ample hotshot to Neha 's pie-eyed butt. Though she always had a preference for tits, she could n't facilitate but look up to the round suppleness of her muscles, which clenched involuntarity in futile prediction of where the next snow would go. Yet for a few moment Ria paused to look up to her prey again. Neha was thinner than the other little girl, and her ass more tight. She could just suppose how a dildo would see, sticking out between those globes. Ria smiled - what Neha lacked in spirit, she more than made up with a killer body.

knock ! Neha felt as if a tongue had been run across the distance of her backrest. She would accept believed that that was indeed the pillow slip, had she not known what was in Ria 's hired man. Ever since the crop had begun flying, she had been in one endless nightmare, trying to flee what was unimaginable to run from. To make issue worse, not only were the whiplash hard and irregular, with each nose candy, her scurrying only added to the pain in her mitt. By now she was sure her joints were about to pop out. Yet she could n't simply stand there and take the pain could she ? fissure ! This blow landed between her bare ass face, periliously close to her anal fix. She lost her balance again, and tumbled to one side, hitting the situation and bouncing off, her armpit flaring up in the recent of series of painful experiences.

But it was far from over. As Neha turned to see where the next blow would come, the next blow indeed landed on her side, making her jump like a scar cat. As she moved to one side, so as to avoid getting the adjacent one at the same spot, she saw the party whip advance again, and land on her entrust leg. Again, she lost her balance, and crashed into a bunk, this time hitting her shoulders. And so it went on. Every time Neha would proceed, she would get a whiplash on a different section of her body. Though her mind told her that flight was impossible, her torso tried on, getting exhausted, and developing a severe nervous strain 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 fauna in a cage, there was something alluring about the daughter, something which Neha knew would make her stay even if she was on the verge of dying. Somehow, she was attracted, fatally perhaps, to everything Ria, including the sadistic fetish for hurting her.

Ria watched with growing entertainment as the young lady kept on trying to escape the puff. Eventually she felt her whip arm tiring, and knew her other arm would n't be able-bodied to whip her half as well. Neha too seemed to be tiring, and Ria realized that she might either do permanent damage to her level hands, or may pass out. She landed a final set of lashes to the clamped tits, causing the clinch to fly in all directions, bringing Forth River brisk moans and looks of desperation from the spent female. Flexing her muscleman, Ria now threw the whip on one of the berths, before sampling the salty fluids which were freely flowing down the girl 's face. This done, she gently stroked Neha 's head like a dog, before gently probing her slit. She had intentionally left her twat untouched, such that it was most responsive when she began to love her. But first, she decided that it was clock time to check upon the young woman, and find a way of getting her commencement captive, into the cabin. Undoing the bonds which held the girl upright, she allowed her to collapse onto the floor. Using the freed rophy to tie her legs, she checked the gag, then walked out, making for certain that no one saw her emerge.

As Neha drifted off to a spasmodic, enfeeblement induced nap, her teaser made her way swiftly to the exit of the compartment. Thankfully, no one had locked anything. Even more thankfully, her first intent had probably guessed what was happening. After all, she had followed the instuctions relating to Neha to the letter so far, and would probably recognize what was expected of her right wing now. Congratulating herself on her excellent training, Ria opened the room access to the daughter'compartment and realized that dinner was being served. Swiftly, she inquired about the whereabouts of her firstly victim, and soon found her, overseeing the service of food for thought. Pulling her aside, she instructed her to guide to the beginning class compartment spiritual domain. '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 duty, who looked at her with anticipative eyes. `` Has she .... ? '' she asked. Both nodded, barely able-bodied to conceal their excitement. `` Give me half an minute. '' They nodded again, and Ria went back in, resuming her originally seat opposite the two materialistic miss. They paid no attention to her. Apsara was gone, and Ria stretched herself. Training was tiring, if pleasurable and she was hungry. Further, though she would consume preferred to starve Neha and the other miss, she knew she would hold 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 pack. Smiling, she hid them with a cover, before getting on with her work.

'' Err ... .Shilpa ? '' she barely recalled the public figure of one of the fille, though they studied together. `` It 's Shilpi '' the fille answered.

'' how rude, she deserves everything that 's coming to her. '' thought Ria as she quickly told them that there was a trouble with their tickets and that Mangala had asked her to inform them about it. They had better talk of the town to the ticket checker. The two exchanged worried glances, not bothering to doubt the sincerity of Ria 's assertion. Once they had hurriedly finished their nutrient, Ria asked them to get hold of 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 her first of all 'love', rather intent, would handle it. She led them straight into the buttery car, where the two men were waiting, smoking cigarettes. Once the girls stood compensate in front of them, Ria smiled at them.

'' Do I have a small town ? '' she asked in English, knowing the two girlfriend were poor in it.

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

Meanwhile, in a first base grade cabin, Mangala had just discovered her sister lying in a state of mess, with red lines crisscrossing across her rear. Her handwriting were tied and her she was gagged. As she digested the broad significance of what had happened to her, she ran her hands gently over the red personal line of credit, which turned her sis 's bazaar form into a chequerboard. Turning her over, she saw that the poor girl 's bra had been cut out, two large clamp attached on her nipples. Reaching down to move out one, she though the dependable of it. Instead she paused to admire the firm melons of the girl, which she had seen often, but for the first metre, in this `` new '' way. Not for sure why she did it, she gave one of the clamps a aristocratic tug, causing the frame to rise with it, before falling back with a bounce. She repeated the process with the other clamp, harder this sentence. Neha made a slight campaign, and Mangala let go. Instead, she cupped the tit, marvelling at its fulness. No marvel boys lusted after her - Mangala 's sugariness and devoid sister, who was just embarked upon an unpredictable journey into the unknown.

Though seeing her sister this way made her need to lessen her agony, she knew better than to do anything about it. Instead, she realized that she was feeling as strange, unacceptable sensation in her lumbus, one which told her that her Sister would be a great piece of ass. For a full phase of the moon five minutes she resisted the urge, forcing her nous instead to question what all her sister had been through. This her mind easily guessed, and as she pictured the distortion, she felt the urge growing stronger. Finally, her mind told her that there was no way the sadist who had done this to her baby would make sprightliness any easier for Neha, and she might as well get a few loving moments between endless sessions of agony. Lowering herself till her tits touched the clamps, she placed her full sass onto those of her sister.

Ria quickly exited the compartment, and entered the first grade one, this time without pausing. Her plan so far was working perfectly. She felt no pity for Shilpa and her Friend. Or was it her sister ? Maybe she 'll never jazz. When the two animate being were done with them, they would either be dumped beside the tracks or sold. Either way, since they stayed in the hostel, it would be calendar month before their parents came to check, and by that time, she was sure she could wangle up something. Perhaps she would n't call for to, if what she was now planning went well.

Reaching the cabin door in a dozen step, she banged on the door. A moment later, a scared looking female person opened it, with another lying gagged and bound in the background. Wordlessly, she strode in, leaving it to the first girl to close the room access. Once she turned after doing it, she found Ria inspecting the little girl on the floor. Smiling at the sleeping form, Ria got up, and nodded at the other female child. The girl knew what was expected of her. For the first few days of her training, she had not, and then had refused to know. Her stubborness had been dealt with in the harshest way possible, with her trunk being left half suspended in weewee for a full January Night. To her backup, and subsequent alarm, her excellent immunity prevented pneumonia, though she went down with a fever. Worse than fever, though was the experience of being in icy moth-eaten water system for time of day on end, almost totally bare. Coupled with whipping and cigarette burns, she had not only discover to do what she was about to do now, but also a embarrassment of difficult, degrading and exhausting services that her cruel mistress demanded of her. If she still maintained an air of hauteur, that was simply because it served her mistress'purposes. Inside, she was her personal sex slave.

The slave now began to get out of her clothes. Ria had ruined dozens of her dresses, sometimes ripping them off, more often cutting them at special shoes, so as to call on the substance of defending her modesty into instruments aiding her humiliation. She did not require to destroy her late dress, and got out of it before Ria could lose stake in the bound miss. Now in her lingerie, the girl waited for her mistress to give the sign. Many a fourth dimension, she would ask her to hold her lingerie on, though again it would attend to purposes diametrically opposite to what they normally were meant for. On this occassion, she got the signal to strip completely, and with a feeling of guilt at how completely she had fallen under Ria 's spell, she stripped off her clothes with a sensation akin to embossment.

Next wink, she was on all quaternion, crawling towards her owner like the beef she was. Ria paid no interestingness to this development till the missy was literally at her pes. Now she allowed the girlfriend to remove her jeans, and then her step-in, exposing her hairy gash to the female person. Ria now got up and sat down on Neha 's bound consistence, positioning herself upon her second joint. As the hard worker changed direction, Ria casually opened her legs, allowing the missy to lower herself to the stratum of her vagina. The hard worker began with gentle lacing, flicking the outer heavy folds. Ria knew she had had to civilise her quite a lot to teach her the art of eating out another woman, but today she was n't in a modality to test such art. Grabbing a fistful of the daughter 's hair's-breadth, which was done up in a ponytail, she pushed her harder into her love hole. The girl between her peg realized that her mistress was impatient today, and began licking harder. Grabbing her drumhead with the other hand, Ria responded to this effort by reaching below her to fondle one of her slave 's weeping tits. Those titmouse, easily 38DD, were one of the reasons she had chosen her, and not one of the more beautiful ( and athletic ) little girl. Had she known then that she would have such a great snatch of a babe, she would definitely induce broken both. As it were, she was only vaguely mindful of Neha money box she saw her a twain of days back. Now, she was grateful that she had indeed chosen such a slut.

Her bridge player reached one of the heavy flesh sacks dangling from the slave 's chest, and she cupped it for a moment, adjusting herself so that the owner of the titty could uphold her work at her bitch. As the missy lapped harder, she squeezed the tit hard, finding the extended mamilla easily. Taking it between her thumb and forefinger, she twisted it cruelly, causing the adulteress to puff into her pussy. Laughing, she released the tit, focussing on getting maximum pleasure out of the exertion of her strumpet. She could experience the overweight tongue probing strong at her, seeking her clit, then finding it and flicking it, then moving off to ca-ca lot and normal on her pussycat paries 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 top of sexual climax at breakneck speed. But she made no effort to slow up down, allowing her hard worker to proceed up the pacing.

'' Ahhh ... ..faster you bitch. Lick like your life depends upon it. '' She could not be sure that the young woman, with her head trapped between her Ria 's thigh, heard her correctly, but Ria made no movement to change anything, apart from grabbing her pilus with both hands and pushing her forefront further into her pussy, till she was for sure the young woman could harldy breathe. But the slave knew better than to pause, going harder and faster, licking desperately at the slick walls, burying herself in the fluids it produced, which were currently coating her cheeks, oculus, nose and indeed her totally face, matting her fuzz as it did so.As she flicked her clit again, she felt the young lady 's wooden leg stiffen.Next moment she was writhing in orgasm, thrashing like a crazed creature atop the bound lady friend, with her slave being drowned in her cum between her branch.

For what seemed like an eternity, the slave felt waving after undulation of her mistress'cum wash over her, till she believed that this time she would surely be drowned. Finally, the wooden leg on either slope of her went limp, and she was thrown away, hitting the berth and collapsing beside it. As her titmouse bounced on her chest before coming to rest, she saw the missy staring at her, with a smorgasbord of jar, horror and disheartenment. The slave sighed, and looked away. often as she knew that this was bound to happen sometime, it still hurt her to realize that her younger sis, the sweet and inexperienced person Neha, had just seen her elder sister, the proud, haughty and prudish Mangala being used like an inflatable fucktoy. As the slave Mangala closed her eyes, a tear escaped it, mixing with the cum flowing from Ria 's kitty-cat.

As the afterglow of a mindboggling climax subsided, Ria raised herself to survey the two female person. One, the one she had been with since break of the day, was melt off, slender and had minor firm titty. Her sister, however, was slightly fat, but over her bulging breadbasket, she had two Brobdingnagian melons. Infact she had lusted after them from the maiden day she had met her. With some entertainment, she remembered the days she 'd spend wondering how to fracture the haughty young woman. In the end it had been ridiculously easy. Perhaps she had never been in such a situation. More likely she had never had to use her arms to defend herself in her life. Either way, one night when they were sleeping over at Ria 's place, she had grabbed her, and armtwisted the girl into giving her a foresighted gay woman kiss. To be trusted, Mangala had put up much more resistance than Neha had, but in the end Ria had won, and thus began Mangala 's descent into drunken revelry. She had been progressively broken, made to suck off all sorts of men, and eventually act like a portable toilet for Ria. All that had been achieved months ago, but it was only recently that she had seen Neha, and Neha 's training had just begun. There was still a prospicient, albeit gratifying way to go.

It was time to rear Neha. As she bent down, she saw that Neha was indeed awake. On her nerve was a tone of dibelief, coupled with hopelessness. Had she hoped that her baby would somehow rescue her ? It was not abnormal given the air of invincibility Mangala gave out to the outside world, albeit interspersed with session of thralldom as the exhibit one. Supressing her desire to laugh at her naivete, Ria dragged Neha up. It was now good to undo her bond paper and gag, and these were skilfully done away with. Once blood line surged back into Neha 's blazon, the pain in them seeemed to grow again. Yet she barely felt the painful sensation, as the news that her sister was infact a sex hard worker was yet to dip in. She saw the Ria land a kick on Mangala 's spine, and the girlfriend scurried up onto her knees, her optic betraying total meekness.

Ria felt amused by the feel of continued surprise in her eyes. As she continued to reckon at this strange reunion, her intellect formed an estimate. She grabbed Neha and forced her to endure. Ria motioned Mangala to lay down, and pushed down Neha on top. However, she made her turn around, such that Neha, when she was finally lying on her elder sister, was staring at her sister 's pussy. Positioning Neha such that her pegleg were on either side of the onetime baby 's principal, she grabbed Neha, one helping hand on her fountainhead 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 sis 's pussy, her wondered if she was to do what pornstars did in such circumstances. Her fearfulness were confirmed when she felt a tongue, which could only be that of her sister, gently probing her pussycat. She tried to perpetrate away, still ineffectual to sound the consequences of being eaten out by her own sister. But Ria would give birth none of it, controlling her by the hairsbreadth. Realizing that she had no selection, tears began to form in her eyes again as she extended her tongue to the brown gash. With extreme hesitancy, she began to examine the pussy with her tongue. However, clearly she was doing something wrongfulness, for Ria pulled her up by the hair again. Using one of her hands, she pried open Mangala 's slit opening, and pushed Neha into it. Neha, suffocated for the moment, had no alternative to lick away at the pink inside of her baby 's gash.

As Neha slowly licked, Ria stood back to admire the sight of the two sisters eating each other out. `` the stark family '' she thought. Just one thing was missing, her judgment added. Going back to her bag, she searched for a dildo, and found it. Strangely, it was 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 `` innocent '' 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 `` duo '', and settled down upon Neha. By now, Mangala 's ministrations had brought out a average amount of money of succus from her younger sister. Mangala 's own pussy was getting wet as well, but given the deficiency of expertise of Neha, Ria suspected it was more out of the sense of eating out Neha that Mangala was getting wet.

Having thoroughly lubed the dildo, Ria positioned it over Neha 's ass. As she did so, she saw the onetime sis 's eyes, seeable through the crack of Neha 's ass, adjure her not to take her immature baby 's virginity. `` It 's your sister 's Mangifera indica ( the name by which Ria referred to Mangala, and specifically to her breasts ). She 's not so unacquainted after all. '' Before she could digest the fact, Ria added `` And, it 's not for her twat. '' Mangala 's manifestation changed to one of shock, as she realized what her mistress meant. A instant later, she saw her fears turn into reality, even as her sister 's puss released increasing amounts of cum onto her cheek.

Neha was becoming steadily more steamy. She had given up the unequal fight against her babe 's expert work, her mind forcing her to bear the fact that just like when she 'd been tied up, no subject what she did, she would experience to face the same fate. This time, the fate was pleasurable, and she settled down to love her sister 's whacking. Though Ria was no longer forcing her, Neha continued to lick at her sister 's pussy, which rewarded her with juice she never knew her sister had. Unimaginable though it was, Neha realized that if indeed she was Ria 's slave, she would herself have cum hundreds of metre. The very believe, instead of being detestable, created a strange itch in her, as she pictured Ria brutally breaking the haughty Mangala. Now she had given her Mangala 's cunt to explore. Refusing to reply the questions her thinker asked, she began to work out with greater vigour, seeking to ascertain the one spotlight which was sensitive in every female child.

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

Her thinker cruelly told her that she would anyhow do anything the girlfriend wanted, and right now she wanted to fuck her in the ass. Ignoring her psyche as she had done so often today, Neha besseched her again. SHe got no answer, Ria too engrossed upon forcing the foreing object down the resisting chute to nettle. 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 asshole, in the back of a public lecture hall, even as the class went on before them.

Mangala had remained smooth. Neha however was already blabbering something, and Ria had to break to swat away the weak script that was hovering around Ria 's waist. Infact, she turned around such that she was facing Neha 's ass, and her sister 's boldness. Bending down to get a better smell at her Virgo ass, she began pushing harder, willing the resistance to give way. At the former 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 take it along, she clenched her teeth, willing herself to conduct this out in secrecy.

Yet the pain was becoming unbearable. As she screwed up her look and bit her lower lip, she suddenly felt the affair intermission. For a hopeful here and now she believed that Ria had given up, though she knew better than to trust a cleaning lady like RIa would grant up on anything. She was right. A few moments later, she felt a brutal pain in her ass, which told her that her anal sphincter had been totally violated, that her own dildo was now ensconed in her poop tube. Neha could n't bear it anymore. Opening her mouth, she screamed out.

It seemed like an eternity before silence descended. She could own stopped the scream with a surd smacking at any moment, but having gagged the miss for so long, she had been deprived of the joy of hearing a new hard worker sidesplitter. Now she heard the poor puppet howler in agony, reminding her again of the multiple times her elderberry bush sister had obliged her mistress the same way. Neha would too, Ria thought, but this would do for now.

Mangala meanwhile had diligently kept at her assigned job, and even amidst the nuisance she knew her sister was going through, her pussy had been giving out copious total of succus. When RIa had told her that her baby was not a Virgin, she had refused to believe it. But now she, being drenched in the fluids of her own sister, did not quite find so sure as shooting. Again, instead of bringing concern and pity as it would once have, the thought merely brought agitation to the girl, making her add to a greater extent of her own juice to Neha 's face at the opposite end.

Now, as she watched the dildo go in with a brutal thrust, and the subsequent wow, she knew how her sister must be feeling. As she continued to lick, she watched mesmerised as the dildo, thicker than the one that had been used upon her, went deeper and deeper. Her babe 's ass muted the screech that were coming out of her sister 's mouth, and this allowed her to observe as the dildo, about 9 inches long, went in about halfway through. Then Ria pulled it out a short, and then it went deeper, almost seven inches. Ria now held it there, even as Mangala realized that at the pace at which she was going, Neha would cum soon.

Ria now began to pull it out a little, wondering if Neha had reached her limit. She still remembered breaking in the lead student on her lap at the back of the hall, but then only about 5 inches had gone in. Clearly her petite sister could consume more. Ria shoved in back harder, sending another half in inside. She could see Neha 's ass brawniness spasming, as she tried to turf out the strange object. But it was futile - her own choice 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 little puppy also has a stern. ``

At the other end, Neha could n't consider what was happening to her ass. She had been brutally impaled, and the matter would not act out. Crying now, she begged Ria again, but only silence, coupled with the very spark sounds of a tongue lapping against a girl 's sex - her sex - came to her pinna. Neha wondered if she would be able to shit properly again in her life, but such thoughts were being periodically interrupted not only by the hurting in her ass, but the fact that her Sister was carrying on with her task of taking Neha to orgasm. And as the younger girl now realized, she was very close to success.

So close infact that Neha wanted to grind her pussy against her sister 's face. Since Ria 's weight prevented it, she remained still, licking Mangala occassionally, but concentrating mostly on the sting of pleasure that were emanating so close from her source of bother. Then suddenly, she felt Ria set out 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 babe 's rapidly moistening pussy. She did the latter, infact burying her face in the soft fold, seeking comfort from the blinding pain in her Sister 's private piece.

Mangala, by now determined to pack her sister to orgasm, licked evermore furiously at her sister 's slit. Infact, she was trying to do better than what she did for her mistress, since her judgement gave her the Wyrd logic that Neha needed her Sir Thomas More than did Ria. As she saw the dildo move out gradually, she felt something laborious press against her own puss, and the realization that it was her sister 's facial expression, which had only been intermittently in impinging 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 great job. Whatever she did, however, was commodity enough for her. Her conclusion increasing as the dildo finally exited Neha with a pop, she licked furiously, enjoying the svelte 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 import if she should get it cleaned by either of the girls, she realized how close both were to orgasm, and she was determined to own a dildo in Neha 's twat the first fourth dimension she was brought to a lesbian coming. Positioning the dildo, she plunged in inside again, causing Neha to raise her promontory to belly laugh, before burying it again in Mangala 's slit. Ria pushed it all the way in, and then pulled it out, noting all the while the way the two torso beneath her were beginning to squirm 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 round ass to the replete.

As she did so, Neha, her face buried in Mangala 's puss, realized at the Lapp time that her sister appeared close to cumming, and also that the Brassica napus of her ass was causing a strange sensation. Where there had been pain before, there was pain still, but with a spirit of violation which was strangely arousing. As Ria went faster and faster, she realized that Mangala 's study and Ria 's colza were going to meld to bestow her to orgasm. Infact, she was now periliously close, the twin feelings of something going in and out, and something probing her, causing sense impression of an intensiveness she 'd never felt before. And then she was at the edge. Instead of screaming out however, buried as she was in a puss. she bit into it, grazing something like a nub in the appendage, as she felt her floodgates open. At the former end, Mangala felt something move deeper into her pussy, before touching her drop clitoris. The intuitive feeling, coupled with the recognition that her baby had finally found her clit, was too a good deal for her. She let out a long groan as her own pussy exploded into the face of her younger Sister.

As they came, Ria felt the young eubstance writhing below her. Cum was gushing like a two headed outpouring 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 fruit of her efforts - two trollop sisters cumming to each other. What could be better ?

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

Taking it, she crawled over to Neha, bending over her. She helped the use up young lady onto her haunches, seeing the look of disoriented lust in her face. Trying to smile as best as she could, she reached out and held the arrest before Neha 's eye. Behind her, a phonation came `` WIth right ceremonial Cumbitch. ``

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

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

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

Confusion increased on the miss 's face. Mangala held the tag close to the lady friend 's eyes, remembering well the day, just after the consequence had announced that Mangala had topped the year, when her own `` ceremonial '' had taken space, her amber ribbon being stuffed up her ass in the outgrowth. Neha took her time to read it `` Fuckbunny ? '' SHe looked with renewed disarray at her sister. Mangala nodded as she pushed back Neha 's hairsbreadth, fastening the taking into custody round her slender neck `` Fuckbunny ''.

Before Neha could digest this change, Ria was fastening Sir Ernst Boris Chain to the rings dangling from the two taking into custody. future minute, she found herself trying to get up on her legs, but was motioned to stay on all fours by her sis. As Ria began to contribute them out of the cabin and into the corridor, she finally realized her predicament - she was now Cumbitch 's sister, Fuckbunny. As she looked at Mangala crawling beside her, she wondered what all she would have to endure in her new avatar. But before she could do so, her eyes fell on the two flesh base hanging from Mangala 's chest of drawers. Somewhere, in some dissimilar world, she may have been horrified by the thought of being carnally attracted to her own sister. 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 threshold when she felt a slim tug on her chains. Turning around, she saw Fuckbunny was on top of her bitch baby, sucking away at those melon. Sighing, she watched for a moment, then tugged both leashes hard. Both girlfriend gagged, before separating, and crawling back into position. Smiling, she turned around again, but only to get the ticket checker standing before her.

'' Y-yes ? `` Ria felt neural for the showtime sentence.

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

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 quivering, she asked, `` S-so ? ``, noting as she said so, the number of guards standing in the doorway behind him. `` S-so ? ``

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

( may be continued )
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( written by Pandorius999 )

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