`` An unexpected Journey ''

Neha stood in strawman of the mirror, staring at her petite 5'2 frame, straightening her blueing blouse, before moving to the shorts she had paired with them. Noticing a slight blemish on the right leg, she turned to deepen it, before stopping herself. It was an educational trip after all, that too with her elder babe and her Quaker. Dropping the architectural plan to shift her shorts, she began to lend oneself sunblock to her face, preparing for the hot sun that beat down outside.

As she applied the pick generously over her oval brass, before rubbing some more on her brow and over her eyelids, she again paused to check herself out. Barring the fact that she had some white fortuity of excess cream making not so artistic crinkle on her impertinence, she looked pretty lots the way she wanted to appear. At 19 and just out of her first year in a young woman'college, Neha may ingest some crazy ideas about what the world wanted a girl to bet like, but no one could abnegate that she was pretty. If her father were to be believed, it was her almond shaped eyes, rare for her community, set on a slightly prolonged face, with senior high school eyebrows and sodding lips, which made her the cynosure of all eyes. That those eyes had hitherto been those of ageing aunty, street riffraff and ofcourse her prude of a sis, was not her fault. As she adjusted the flat shoulder duration hair which completed her physiognomy, she was filled with the all too familiar longing to be appreciated by a man. With her aspect, why would n't they ? But starting time, she 'd have got to find a way of evading her baby 's smoothing iron hold, something she 'd not yet been able to do. Sighing, she reminded herself that it was an educational misstep after all.

'' Neha ! '' Somewhere from the depth of an all too familiar world, came the articulation of her mother. Neha looked at herself once more, then rubbed the sunscreen more evenly over her face. This done, she headed downstairs, to see Mangala and her champion Ria standing around what looked like their luggage. THeir mother was standing a piffling away, by the kitchen replication, asking if they would need anything else.

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

Once the stunned young woman was in her room once again, Mangala wasted one breath 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. ``

'' commodity. extra stamp battery for the photographic camera ?'

'' Yes ''

And so it went on, till Neha was quite sure they 'd spend the day checklisting every article in her way. This, after Mangala had personally supervised her packing the night before. `` What 's that big bulky physical object sticking out of the haversack ? '' Before she could reply, her sister had fished out her favorite stuffed toy out of the bag, and was holding it like the evidence of some henious crime. `` Did I not specefically ask you not to include this ? '' Neha gave a sullen feel. The slip flew into the wardrobe, and her sister stomped out. From the rear of the stairs came a footnote to accept her Mobile River and get her clobber downstairs in five seconds. Openly swearing now, Neha finished packing, intentionally placing the toy back in the bag. This done, she picked up her jail cell and purse, before running a agile check for anything she 'd left behind. aught except ... ..her optic spotted an elongated object sticking out of her underwear draftsman. On a suspicion, she picked it up and lug it into her bag. All done, she headed down, wondering if the educational head trip would be allowed to remain just that.

An 60 minutes and another stuffed toy related controversy later, Neha found herself in a caravan compartment with L more smelly females, all of whom were desperately trying to blot out their body odour with a miscellanea of aromatic compounds. 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 angel than an Angel herself, and her baby 's friend Ria. a good deal to her relief, Ria proved to be more amiable company. Ria was 21, and easily stood a foot over Neha. A natural athlete and professional dancer, her figure reminded one of the feature of speech of the female person figurines which adorned the bulwark of temples. `` 36C-28-40 '' Neha made a mental guess of the miss 's statistics.

To her embarassment however, she found Ria staring at her as she was just rounding off her stave ass. Looking away hurriedly, Neha pretended to be admiring Apsara, something which drew an appreciative smile from the hard girl. Unfortunately, the smile only made her seem even more like someone 's mother-in-law, and Neha was forced to front away. Right in front end of her, two conservative-looking girlfriend were poring over something in a book filled with numbers. One of them met Neha 's stare, shifting with dislike to the shorts she was wearing. Exasperated by the responses she was getting, yet fearful of looking at Ria again, Neha moved her mind in random centering for a few minutes. Everywhere she looked however, she was met with inquiring, sometimes disapproving looks. They seemed to say `` What 's your business here kid ? '' They were right. This was a Third Year trip, and had her sister not used her influence to get an extra slate for her, there was no way she 'd hold been in the caravan at that minute. On second base thought process, maybe getting bored for two long summertime months was better than going to a bunch of rock cut caves with a bevy of vicious looking girlfriend. And where exactly was her sis ?

Ria seemed to read her thoughts. `` Feeling out of office eh ? It happens. Your baby is busy with the ticket-checker, probably haggling over something. '' Neha had no alternative but to take care at her now, and she was again struck by Ria 's features - only this time, they were seventh cranial nerve. Neha noted, with appreciation the fact that Ria too had an oval boldness, but her center were big and round. So too were her backtalk, the light pink on them going well with her light pelt tone. Like all girlfriend Neha knew, Ria had black tomentum, made into curls which fell gracefully along her shoulders. Now, as she spoke, she gently brushed one of them aside. Before she realized what she was doing, Neha had reached out and was gently stroking those silken ignition lock.

If Ria found her behaviour strange, she showed no sign of the zodiac of it. Instead she let her friend 's sis stroke her whisker, running her long T. H. White fingers through the blacken bulk, gently pulling it till it gave way. Instinctively, she moved one, then all, finger's breadth from the fuzz to the fair buttock. Unable to erupt eye contact, Ria felt soft digit glide ever so gently over her face, till they covered her cheeks, moving over her nozzle towards her forehead.

Suddenly Neha was aware of a cough behind her, and turned to see Apsara looking at her with an expression like that of her female parent. Nonplussed, she stared true ahead, at the two lady friend. They too had noticed the more than friendly affection of this alien towards their classmate, 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 return to Ria after what had transpired, Neha instead settled in for a war of limelight.

She did not cognise how prospicient she kept up the unequal struggle, but eventually she tired of constantly giving stares which were more in the domain of her sis. Instead, she got up, and without casting so much as a expression towards the target of her unexpected affectionateness, she headed towards the toilet. Unfortunately, news appeared to ingest travelled fast, for she got inquisitive stares and the occassional giggle from many of the char. Reaching the threshold, of the compartment, she realized it was unfastened, allowing the open countryside to induce by. More importantly, after the suffocating atm of the slip, she found the cool air rushing in from the subject field, refreshing. Evidently it had rained sometime in the area they were passing, and Neha settled down to delight the breeze.

With the pushover however, the thoughts of Ria seemed to revert. What had she done ? On the human face of it, all she had done was admire the beauty of a person of the Sami grammatical gender. But as everyone in the compartment probably knew by now, the manner of admiration had exceeded the definition of friendly touching by a mile and More. Somehow, she 'd find attracted to the girl as she 'd not been to any other person. Had Ria too admired her ? She 'd always wanted to be admired by a man, but at that moment she desperately wanted to be appreciated by Ria. Unknowingly, she 'd developed a crushed leather on Ria.

As she pondered in depth the growing of the previous one-half time of day, she did not notice another image emerge behind her, and stand silently for a mo. It made a motion as if it 'd favour to go back, then stopped. Sighing, it lowered itself beside the retrospecting girl. Getting no reaction from her, she gently placed a hand over the girl 's thin shoulders. The girl almost jumped out of the train in surprise, before stammering `` Wh ... .who ? Oh ! '' Her attack at hiding the shock of seeing the very person she 'd been thinking about, was hardly concealed. Ria gave her a reassuring look, then settled beside her, admiring the countryside as it raced past them. It did n't aid, as she could feel Neha trembling beneath her. Trying to quieten her down, she moved closer, till their shoulders met. Now she could feel her full body vibrating with the shudder emanating from the girl beside her.

Neha felt Ria shift closer. though she now had sizable intellect to wait at her, Neha somehow could not bring herself to wait at her. Why had she get along ? To severalize her that what she did was wrong ? Being the babe of the most prudish girl in the Earth, she 'd try the speech a million times, and had become resistant to such comments. Still, this was not her sister, but the young lady she ... .Neha forced her head to say the word `` liked '', but she knew her mind had formed a different news. A intelligence which Ria seemed to somehow signified, for she withdrew her hand. Yet she did not leave, but stayed there, staring straight ahead.

Moments passed. Neha cast a fade glance at her sister 's protagonist, who seemed so unlike from her sister, yet so distant right now. What was she thinking ? Neha cast another glance, and this time Ria met her gaze. Their eyes were locked onto each other, and again Neha found herself drifting somewhere she knew she mus n't go. Strangely, it seemed that Ria ... ..Ria had broken the gaze, looking away, her middle vacuous. Neha continued to stare, ineffectual to break-dance 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 waters. But, had Ria followed her, even for that minutest fraction of a second ? Neha could n't tell.

They sat as before, each staring ahead. Yet now Neha had a burning desire to know what the other thought, and raised her oculus towards Ria again. Before she could study her in any detail, however, one of the female child from the compartment appeared at the edge of her vision. 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 bear it anymore. Seeing no response from Ria, she decided to get up, perhaps go into some empty compartment, pass meter alone. As she tried to get up, Ria suddenly reached out and grabbed her arm.

As their eyes met, she saw Ria verbalise a I tidings `` Wait ''. Neha settled down again, wondering why she needed to wait, and for what. Still, this was the low reaction she 'd got from the young woman after the second lustful moment, and she was n't about to disobey. Ria made no encourage polarity of knowing her, and as the minutes ticked by, Neha increasingly began to distrust that they were waiting for the giggling girl to leave. Her dead reckoning was right. After an infinity, the girl emerged and headed back, serenading the couple with another snort.

As soon as she was gone, Ria jumped up, grabbed Neha roughly by the arm and with surprising strength, yanked her up. Before she knew anything, Neha found herself flying across the vestibule, into another compartment. This was evidently the world-class course compartment, for on each side were doors leading into cabins. Ria chose the second, and peered in. It was empty. From the look of thing, all of them were empty. Next bit, Neha felt herself shoved into the cabin, with Ria following, shutting the door behind her.

Ria now turned around, staring at an equally dyspneal Neha. For the commencement time 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 measure towards Ria, her rapid ventilation 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 window. Ria waited another moment, before taking a seat. To Neha 's surprise, it was not opposite, but beside her.

'' Neha ... .. ''

Neha did n't desire to look. So far she 'd been convinced that Ria had been offended by her preliminary, and had come to clear matters out. But if that was the case, why drag them in here ? This secluded plaza was less apt for apologies than for ... ..'Neha .... '' Neha could n't bear it anymore. She looked, and was surprised to see a strange tone in Ria 's eyes. Before she could actualize it, Neha was looking deep into Ria 's eyes again, and this time, Ria came forward, till they were decently beside each other. As if on cue, Neha 's custody moved towards her typeface, resuming what had been rudely disturbed earlier. This time however, her hands seemed determined to search Thomas More of Ria 's feminine beauty. Barely realizing it, Neha moved her mitt slowly over Ria 's moist sass, gently running over the flaccid petals before slowly parting them with her fingerbreadth. Her eyes fixed on Ria, her forefinger finger's breadth began to labour harder, till it was pushing against a bony barrier. Harder, and she felt Ria open her sassing a short. Warm air wafted out, drifting over Neha 's handwriting, causing her fingerbreadth to press harder, till it was inside her mouth. As it began to search her buccal tooth decay, Neha could palpate her desire growth secure, forcing her to crusade in a second, then a third digit. But fingers were not enough.

Her cooperator meanwhile, was quicker in analyzing the state of affairs. Having been surprised by the lust the younger fille felt towards her, she 'd waited till she could be sure of it. Never the one to near anyone directly, she 'd bring the region of the storm girl to perfection. Now that she could be certain, she felt she could bet on ... ..Ria 's attention was distracted by one of Neha 's nails brushing against her medium cheeks. Yet the very misdirection brought back memories of an other clip, with a unlike somebody. `` So alike '' she thought, `` even exactly like. '' Suppressing the impulse to laughter at the sense of deja vu, she instead decided that the risks were now minimum. 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 physical structure turned around skilfully till it was flat upon the position. Getting the comrade sensory faculty of being in control, she lowered herself onto the girl, wondering if she would taste just like ... ...

Her partner, surprised by the sudden going of control, was soon in the pure bliss of her first lesbian osculation. . She now felt indisputable she 'd always wanted Ria, Ria 's soft rim to be exact. She felt sure her attraction was primeval, something which she 'd not clearly realized. Why how when. Neha 's mind asked in a distant representative, one she was comrade with in her little room back family. A room where she 'd longed for a man 's cutaneous senses. Now ... ..in this alien compartment, it seemed everything had changed. She 'd found pure know, and that too in a woman who was her sister 's comfortably friend. But again, did she care ? She did n't bother to reply. Instead her lips pressed harder, taking Ria 's lower lip in an amourous embracing, delighting in the taste of another female. Pulling out slowly, she caught the pink petal again, prolonging the embrace, even as her eyes looked ever deeper into Ria 's orbs, asking a million questions and getting what result, she knew not.

For the briefest of moments, Neha came up for air, before going back to capture the upper berth lip. Unconsciously her paw, moved closer. As she continued to osculate, her paw moved into the familiar slick recourse of Ria 's mane, stroking it like she would stroke a buff 's. Strangely, Ria seemed to be beginning to respond as well, her eye betraying a lust that pushed aside confusion, even as her ventilation became faster, seemingly matching the beat of Neha 's heart.

Yet Ria seemed to require more, and faster. Stopping mid-kiss, she pulled away, and looked deep into the other girl 's oculus. Next moment, she plunged into another buss, but one which was faster, more salacious and for Neha, more ravishing. Before she knew it, her lips had been parted, and a wiggly process had penetrated it, pushing past her teeth, seeking her tongue. Neha did n't need to comply : her spit was found and engaged in passionate maneuver by the invader. Not bothering to wonder what had occassioned this change, Neha lay there as Ria explored her sassing, running along her cheeks, dentition and what not, even as Neha 's own resident appendage gave it relentless pursual.

Just as she seemed to be settling into a rythm, Ria broke away again, this clip to evaporate from Neha 's view. As the surprised little girl raised her head to look into, she was suddenly pushed down as something soft connected with her neck, moving up and down, running something slippery and warm, planting a thousand kisses on it. Neha raised her hand to defy this invisible attacker, running her fingers gently through the hair which she so loved, as Ria ravaged her neck and berm as she 'd earlier done with her sassing.

'' Unhhh '' a groan escaped Neha 's sassing, relating to what she knew not, but expressing the deep desire which was overflowing inside her, demanding that either she or Ria deal her torso to a body politic of ecstacy she 'd never before experience in her life. The drive on her neck stopped, and reappeared on her lips, kissing heavy, aegir to take in as much of the other as human anatomy would permit. Neha 's men now wrapped around Ria 's articulatio humeri, leave her to entreat harder against her torso, till they could suit one. Ria replied by running her mitt through Neha 's hair, making waves and patterns which only served to stimulate her more.

They were kissing faster now, kissing with wild abandon, their tongue chasing each other, flicking and entwining, till one would come up for breather. And then back again. Neha was now pressing harder into Ria 's back, digging her nails into the voiced pulp, wanting to draw out her completely at heart. As they writhed, she was also aware of her chest mashed against hers. Those perfect knocker ! As Ria came up for air, she wedged her hands between their body, such that she was now cupping one of her lover 's tits.

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 take a couplet like hers to work with. A minute later, as Ria began to unhook her bra, she realized that she was the favorable guy.

The fact that Ria made short work of stripping down to her waistline, meant that Neha was now looking directly at Ria 's breasts. As she 'd guessed, they were quite large, almost pendulous. Yet, they appeared firm, without any more sag than that expected of such great orbs. wagerer still, as she looked on, she could almost see her mammilla growing in sizing, till they were almost halff an column inch long. As if to entertain her, Ria lazily raised her blazon, till they were interlocked above her head. The movement caused an ever so fragile bounce in the boobs, but it was enough to make Neha 's lust for those tits uncorrectable. Strangely, Ria lowered her helping hand in time to push her back down.

Instead, she moved her hands up Neha 's body, feeling her soft abdomen, before reaching her titty. Not as large as Ria 's but also firm, they were subjected to some gentle pressing through the mild fabric of her clothes. Then, as Neha raised her hands again, seeking the enticing fruits hanging from Ria 's bureau, she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her chest - Ria was mauling her nipple hard.

'' Ahhh ... '' the involuntary moan caused Ria to intermit for a moment, then resume the cruel squeezing. She now positioned her deal till they were each cupping a tit. As Neha realized that Ria 's paw were just the right size for her tit, she felt Ria 's fingerbreadth dig deep into the soft flesh, sending pangs of torture through her body, along with sparks of carnal rage. Squeezing trough Neha was sure her fingers had penetrated her flesh, she held them there, looking deep into Neha 's optic. As Neha tried to pore through the blinding pain, she saw that Ria 's expression had changed. It was no longer that of a confused girlfriend, but one of a thirsty female, who was determined to take everything she wanted from her partner. And evidently, she wanted it fast.

For the fraction of a second, Neha felt the pressure on her tits relax, then they were trapped in those vice like finger's breadth again. sorry, she moved her hands up and down, mashind the captive melon vine against each other, causing Neha to breathe another groan of hurting. Again she held it for what seemed like an timelessness. Then the fingers relaxed, and Neha lowered her fountainhead, hitherto craning upwards to beg clemency of her fan. As relief flooded her tits, she barely heard the tear of fabric. Yet she did notice the coolness of the cabin air on her bare venter, and a instant later, was shocked to retrieve a leaf blade appear out of nowhere. As her mind became fully mindful of her predicament, she saw the steel lower itself onto her shoulder, before moving slowly over her skin till it was under her bra strap. She felt a tug against her boob, as if it was being pulled up, then an abrupt release. Her bra strap had just been sliced into two. Similar fate met the early strap, and thereafter Neha felt the knife in the vale between her pile. The sound of framework being cut met her capitulum, and then cool air brushed across her sensitive nipples.

Stunned by the developments, she was nonplussed to find that even after disposing so callously of her clothing, Ria still had the knife in her hand. Was she planning on killing her ? As a feeling of little terror began to give her breathe faster, she found the tongue hovering over her chest, dangerously near her lumber mettle. She knew raising her hand would be useless - she had been defeated without a trace of difficultness earlier, and Ria had n't yet shown what exactly she was intending to do. Neha had no intention of ending her life lying below a gay woman cause of death.

As her mind raced, and her gist throbbed in her throat, Ria lowered the knife till it was lying over her left nipple. With an expression of eagerness, she began to run the flat of the blade over her mammilla, causing the nubs to oppose to the cold steel. The tongue now moved from one teat, over the infinite between her white meat, to the former. A similar intervention followed, making Neha feel that her heart would break loose in her chest. The knife was now raised, till it hovered once again, this metre over her face. Neha knew that even if Ria dropped it, Neha stood to lose some piece of her brass. Her eyes fixed on the Damocles'sword, she became cognizant of the hand on her tit again. This sentence it gave a playful liquidity crisis, before reaching for her tit. For a present moment it lay there, just as the knife had done, feeling the hardness of the nipple above a Alfred Hawthorne of softness. Then it slowly captured the mound between two finger.

Next moment, Neha, fixated as she was to the lethal weapon hovering above her, felt an acute bother at the tip of her tit, which spread quickly over the relief of it, informing her of a new root of torture. crying welled in her heart, causing her to vocalize what her body had been screaming in her mind long before. `` Please Ria, it hurts ! ``

Ria merely raised the tongue to her own lips, in a motion telling her to stay quiet. Neha noticed how Ria had changed. She now looked not only hungry, but also dangerous, like a lioness over her target. Neha had begun to enquire if she 'd made a misunderstanding by lusting after this seemingly friendly girl. Did she detest her sister ? Was she taking out all the angst against Mangala on the younger girl ? Illogical as it may seem, it appeared to be the only account, rather the only explanation she could find for the rapid variety in her predicament. The former alternative, Neha shuddered to recall, was that somehow Ria enjoyed causing pain.

Ria let go of her tit, only to attack the other, this time twisting her tit firmly, causing Neha to beg with growing desperation. To be honest, she 'd at one meter or the former masturbated to videos of young lady being punished, and the hurting, though nifty, was something she 'd expected from a less than gentle lover. What terrified her, rather, was the fact that Ria was behaving in a sadistic style, one which told her of heavy visitation lying ahead.

As she pondered over these, she saw Ria 's head disappear again, along with the knife. Next instant, she felt something warm enclose her left mamilla. Unrestrained this time, she saw Ria 's headway latching onto the tit, sucking it like it was going to yeild milk. Inspite of the pain ( and she could get to out some of the topmost marks on her tit ), Neha could n't help but wonder at the new sensation that was beginning to form through her eubstance. Having been freed temporarily ( she guessed ) from any new agony, she became more acutely aware of the soft pulling on her bosom, which was causing her sexual urge, momentarily overwhelmed by botheration, to originate again. During the numerous bedtime sojourns into the humans of her sexual fantasy, she 'd wondered what it would be like to be sucked on by an adult. Now, it was all coming true, in the strangest of circumstances, and though she was fully cognisant that this lull in Ria 's brutality may be deceptive, she could n't aid but attempt More of Ria 's soft back talk, lapping and sucking at her rear nub. Finally raising her in good order handwriting, she placed it gently on Ria 's head, and was relieved to obtain no immunity. Emboldened, she began to compact her medal harder against Ria 's caput, willing her to soak up harder. Ria seemed to comply, causing Neha to become steadily more stimulated.

As Ria 's ministrations continued, Neha 's mind began once again to mean of pleasure, and pleasure alone. She began to press her spite tit against her tormentor 's side, raising herself in the Hope that Ria would thus get more of her tit into her mouth. Rather conversely, Ria stopped, raising her head from the girl 's chest. Her heart disclosed nothing, 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 breasts bouncing. If Neha had hoped that she 'd be allowed to suck up on them, she was again thwarted, for Ria now moved off completely, lowering herself onto the floor. Before Neha could follow, however, Ria casually picked up the brand from wherever she 'd depart it, and made a single threatening movement towards her. In another instant, she was dressing up, and then, she was gone.

Neha lay there, as if she was still under the threat of the tongue. Eventually, the emptiness of the cabin brought her to her senses, and she raised herself, massaging her brusied breasts as she did so. As the cool air conditioned air began farm pilomotor reflex across her backbone, she realized her quandary. Ria had, by tearing her dress ( and taking them ), left her practically confined to the cabin unless she wanted to publicly humble herself. 'Probably get raped too. '' Neha thought, recalling the fact that the safeguard and just the 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 pleasance, and as the hurting subsided, Neha began to wonder if being with Ria the half lover half sadist, may not be such a bad proposition after all.

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

A sound outside caught her attending. It seemed someone had opened the door to the initiative course of instruction compartment, and Neha could n't be sure if it was Ria or one of the guards. Somehow she did n't require to hide herself from Ria, but ... ... Spotting the pocket-size space below the crushed berth, she quickly crawled into it. mo later, the threshold opened, and Neha could work out a pair of war machine thrill framed by the receptive door. The intruder had evidently hoped to find somebody, and for a moment he stood there. Then, he abruptly turned and walked off, the sound of heavy golosh dying away. He had left the threshold open air, and Neha could n't be trusted if he had left for soundly, or was merely consulting a colleague. Her pith still in her sassing, Neha lay as still as she could for a piece, before crawling out and moving as softly as she could to the doorway.

Peering out, she saw specify passage devoid of life, but voices in the distance. 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 au naturel before so many young lady. intelligence would open like wildfire ... ... as Neha scrutinised the end of the corridor from where the auditory sensation were coming, she suddenly found a lithe number standing beside her. Jumping back in panic, it was a moment before she realized it was Ria, back with their bags and a shirt. Without a parole, she threw the shirt at the pose miss, and raced off in the direction opponent to the one towards which Neha had been looking.

For a moment, nothing seemed to make good sense. The sound of a voices nearing, however, suddenly cleared up her head. Pulling on the shirt somehow, she saw the precaution and the tag checker moving towards the out-of-doors room access of the compartment. Her heart in her mouth, she made a elan for it. She had no idea where Ria had gone, or where she was supposed to go. All she knew was that she had to get away, and the only selection seemed to be to keep running. Cabins whizzed past her as her eye desperately searched for any polarity 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 pick, as a chassis materialized before her. WHAM !

Next present moment she was lying flat on the floor, or more correctly, upon individual who was lying flat on the floor. Whoever it was, however, was undaunted by this Assault, and quickly pushed Neha off itself, before dragging her by the hair into the nearest cabin. botheration stab through her head, eclipsing all others, but Neha had no time, much lupus erythematosus breath, to scream. Three secondment later, she was laid down savourless on the floor, and the door securely closed.

Instantly her work force went to her poor hair, but it did n't forbid her from realizing that it had been Ria who had reacted so swiftly to Neha 's headlong arrival, and had used a brutally efficient method acting to hide her before the two men found them. Now as she lay moaning and heaving, Ria squatted over her as before, only this fourth dimension, there was grim urgency written all over her face. Lowering herself till she was in from Neha 's face, Ria recklessly undid two button of the hastily donned shirt. Finding her entrust tit, she squeezed it hard, forcing Neha to focus on the lady friend above her. Again, no news were spoken, but from motion, Ria made it clear that they would consume to be absolutely quietly till the two men left. Neha wanted to add, `` if they left '', but she guessed the older girl already knew this.

But silence clearly did not correspond with inactivity in Ria 's volume, for she was soon fondling Neha again. Softly at world-class, as if to get the bearing of what she 'd left. Then harder. Neha 's shirt was opened again, but Ria made no sign of wanting to sample the succulent buds. Instead, she furnished two evilness looking clamps from her pocket ( inspite of the fear of inevitable pain sensation, Neha could n't aid wonder how a fille could be so resourceful, unless ... .she had planned for it ! ). Neha watched in full eyed horror as one of her still erect nipples was slowly captured by the clinch, before it closed over it. `` Unhhh ... .please Ria ! '' future moment, a stinging pain on her left nerve had joined the pain coursing from her tit, and she opened her tearfilled centre to see Ria giving her a stern expression, one fingerbreadth on her lips. Unfortunately, the wad also included the sight of the other clamp, which was in the process of descending upon its helpless dupe. ineffective to reckon, Neha felt the pain all the more acutely as the clinch secured the second pap. Unable to groan, and pretty sure that Ria would leave them on, Neha began to sob quietly.

As hot rip rolled down her cheeks, she felt Ria tug at the cloth 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 knickers directly above her chest of drawers. For a terrifying moment, Neha thought she would turn down herself onto the clamp-held tit, but she moved off. Instead, she seemed to be bending over something. Though every front, even the heaving of her bureau, seemed to increase the pain in Neha 's mamilla, she raised herself to see what Ria was upto. She was storm to see her rummaging in Neha 's bag. Eventually, she fished out thr ee bandeau, each of a dissimilar figure. Selecting the most sheer of the lot, she dumped the others in the bag, and returned to the supine daughter. In a quick apparent motion, she grabbed one clinch 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 military position.

Ria moved behind the girl, and was raising her limp arms, so as to pull the bra shoulder strap over her shoulders from the front. This done, she hooked the bra behind her, pushing the clinch into odd positions, thereby causing the poor lady friend further agony. As tears now flowed freely down her cheeks before landing upon her tortured cleavage, Ria forced the female child to stand up, this fourth dimension by pulling her hair. Staggering up in a pain-filled daze, Neha felt her last bit of respectable article of clothing, her little shorts, being pulled down, before her scanty 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 obscene her bra-encased clamped tits were looking ), the lady friend saw Ria move around the young lady, checking her out. Satisfied, she grabbed one of her ass impertinence, and squeezed it severely. Neha, fearing another round of agony, instinctively moved away, but Ria merely pulled on her hair to end this resistance.

Instead, she moved away, rummaging in her own bag this time. Out came what looked like a very pin down whack, some tape recording and scissors. Leaving the belt-like pawn for the prison term being, Ria picked up Neha 's panties from where they 'd fallen, she balled them up and held them before Neha 's eyes. Seeing the perfectly confused spirit in her eyes, Ria chuckled, before landing another tough smacking on her right cheek. As Neha opened her sass in a scream, it was brutally cut light by a egg of cotton fiber which was wedged snugly between her tongue and pep pill tooth. Still stunned by the unexpected assault, Neha provided no resistance as the older girl calmly cut out five inches of the dense tape, and glued her lips shut with it. To be dependable, another length of tape was soon complementing the former, at a diagonal to it.

Effectively gagged, Neha saw Ria take out a duration of rope, with which she first made a loop around a diminished hold protruding from an overhead AC blowhole, probably for pulling it down once the jailor were loosened. This done, Ria tugged at it, noting the lack of bowel movement of the panel. Neha realized now what the girl was intending to do, and she began to back off. She was almost at the door when she felt a familiar tug on her tomentum. yelp, 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 service. The fear of embarassment ? the care of ravishment ? Or some perverted attraction to the girl who was in the process of devising steadily more degrade and hurtful ways of torturing her ?

As her bemused judgement gave no signal, her hobble hands were grabbed and attached rougly to the last of the R-2. Ria climbed upon the mesa between the berths to create a coordination compound of greyback which soon had Neha tied securely, like some puppet from a string. Worse, the way she 'd been tied, her invertebrate foot were barely touching the background, while her lower arms were in an odd diagonal, unsupported and hurting. Whether Ria had intended this, or this odd view was all she could cope with the rocking of the train and the angle at which she had to do the job, Neha could not enjoin. All she could tell was that with her pes barely touching the background, the rocking of the geartrain was all the more noticeable, and she felt that at any moment she might loose balance, and start danging mid air by the weight of her hands. Worse, she might bring the AC grille panel and knickknackery upon herself.

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

Ria now stepped back to admire the girl. Again, memories of an earlier clash flooded her thinker, making her half wish that her current victim would be more cocky, would try to lam and fight back, just like the early one had done. Then, she 'd recollect such resistor as a hindrance, but now, she realized it was half the fun. Sighing nostalgically, Ria wondered where that world-class girl was now, and how she would unite her with her stage victim. That was in the future, she reminded herself : for now she must train this girl, though to be honest Neha seemed to be betraying a sense of attractor which made her labor far easier. Indeed, Ria would bear rewarded her for such devotion, but training came first. Opening the door just a little bit, she checked the corridor. As she had hoped, the men had gone, deceived by the remnants of Neha 's clothing she 'd left in another cabin on the former incline of the compartment. `` Good, '' thought Ria, `` I have to get this done soon. '' Closing the door, she looked at the pitiful girlfriend, in whose oculus the deliquium expectation that she would leave her alone, was dying out. Ria smiled, as she advanced with the dangerous physical object in her hand, till she was almost touching her victim.

Unlike her first-class honours degree victim, this one seemed almost on the threshold of passing out. It would be a ruth 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 enough to create her pass out from pain. It took away all the fun. Almost laughing at the miss 's predicament now, she stepped back.

WHACK ! The sound of the whip whistling through the air, before landing hard on a captive 's delicate body, was something Ria always relished. She relished even more the hapless yelp of a gagged girl, who was being tortured for the first time in her life-time. The whip, to be true, had landed on stomach, 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 length without leaving the ground. The rocking of the power train made thing worse for the girlfriend. As if to mock her attempt at dodging, the space between the beths was sufficient for tying up a girlfriend and whipping her, but everytime she tried to run, she would hit one of the berths. This now happened, the little girl being wedged in the nook made by one of the berths and the table.It gave Ria the decided feeling of a trapped rat, terrified of the felid approaching it.

Ria knew she could whip Neha to a bright red in the current positioning, but she was never one to use her whip indiscriminately. She now raised the whip again, allowing Neha to admire the weapon for a broad two seconds, before landing it on her calf. Neha jumped and lost her equilibrium, hitting the table and being forced forward to recover her footing, due to the shortness of the attachment above. Ria used this occassion to land another toilsome blow, compensate across her clamped boob. Stunned by the tierce violation, Neha now fell back onto the table, before being forced to somehow move forward again.

Ria could n't help it anymore. Lowering the lash, she broke out laughing, which grew as she noted the thin line that the lash had made across her tits, the bra providing scant aegis to her tits. Yet Ria the mo Ria realized that her knocker had some masking, she brought out the scissors. Beginning with the left cup, she slowly began to cut out the weird bulge at the marrow of the cup. This freed up the clamp, and it stuck out of the bra like a impossibly farseeing pap. The former cup followed, and Ria let the while of cloth fall away.

Grabbing Neha, she roughly pushed the helpless young lady towards the other slope of the cabin, till she was almost at the doorway. This allowed Ria ample ACE to Neha 's tight butt. Though she always had a preference for tits, she could n't help but admire the round pliability of her muscles, which clenched involuntarity in otiose anticipation of where the next blow would go. Yet for a few present moment Ria paused to admire her prey again. Neha was dilutant than the other girlfriend, and her ass more tight. She could just imagine how a dildo would see, sticking out between those world. Ria smiled - what Neha lacked in flavor, she more than made up with a killer body.

Whack ! Neha felt as if a tongue had been run across the distance of her spine. She would suffer believed that that was indeed the instance, had she not sleep with what was in Ria 's mitt. Ever since the craw had begun flying, she had been in one endless nightmare, trying to take flight what was impossible to run from. To crap matters worse, not only were the lashes heavily and unpredictable, with each snow, her scurrying only added to the nuisance in her hired man. By now she was certain her stick were about to pop out. Yet she could n't simply stand there and take the pain could she ? scissure ! This blow landed between her bare ass cheeks, periliously close to her anal hole. She lost her remainder again, and tumbled to one side, hitting the berth and bouncing off, her armpit flaring up in the in vogue of series of unspeakable experiences.

But it was far from over. As Neha turned to see where the next gust would arrive, the next reverse indeed landed on her side, making her jumping like a scared cat. As she moved to one incline, so as to forefend getting the side by side one at the Same spot, she saw the lash emanation again, and dry land on her pull up stakes leg. Again, she lost her balance, and crashed into a berth, this time hitting her berm. And so it went on. Every time Neha would locomote, she would get a whiplash on a different portion of her body. Though her intellect told her that escapism was unimaginable, her torso tried on, getting exhausted, and developing a severe strain in her hands. All the while, Ria continued to calculate 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 fille, something which Neha knew would make her stay even if she was on the scepter of Death. Somehow, she was attracted, fatally perhaps, to everything Ria, including the sadistic juju for hurting her.

Ria watched with growing amusement as the female child kept on trying to turn tail the blows. Eventually she felt her party 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 tied hired man, or may pass out. She landed a final set of lashes to the clamped tits, causing the clamp to fly in all directions, bringing forth overbold moans and facial expression of desperation from the exhausted female. Flexing her muscles, Ria now threw the whip on one of the built in bed, before sampling the salty fluids which were freely flowing down the daughter 's face. This done, she gently stroked Neha 's header like a dog, before gently probing her snatch. She had intentionally left her pussy untouched, such that it was most responsive when she began to fuck her. But number 1, she decided that it was time to check upon the young woman, and find a way of getting her first of all prisoner, into the cabin. Undoing the bonds which held the girl upright piano, she allowed her to collapse onto the base. Using the freed R-2 to tie her legs, she checked the gag, then walked out, making sure that no one saw her emerge.

As Neha drifted off to a fitful, enfeeblement induced rest, her tormenter made her way swiftly to the outlet 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 missive so far, and would probably eff what was expected of her right now. Congratulating herself on her excellent preparation, Ria opened the door to the girls'compartment and realized that dinner was being served. Swiftly, she inquired about the whereabouts of her foremost dupe, and soon found her, overseeing the serving of food. Pulling her divagation, she instructed her to head to the beginning class compartment unseen. 'Yes mistress', she replied, as she had done so many multiplication earlier in these two year.

Once she was gone, she approached the tag checker and the guard, who looked at her with expectant eyes. `` Has she .... ? '' she asked. Both nodded, barely able to hide their excitement. `` yield me half an hr. '' They nodded again, and Ria went back in, resuming her in the first place seat opposite the two conservative girls. They paid no attention to her. Apsara was gone, and Ria stretched herself. preparation was tiring, if pleasurable and she was hungry. Further, though she would have preferred to crave Neha and the early young lady, she knew she would get to smuggle food out for them. Thankfully, it seemed that her number one victim, who should have by now joined Neha, had anticipated this. Sitting where Apsara had been, were three food clique. Smiling, she hid them with a blanket, before getting on with her work.

'' Err ... .Shilpa ? '' she barely recalled the gens of one of the little girl, though they studied together. `` It 's Shilpi '' the girl 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 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 interest glances, not bothering to doubt the seriousness of Ria 's statement. Once they had hurriedly finished their solid food, Ria asked them to take their baggage in case they had to relocate to some other compartment. This done, she led them out. It could n't be helped that they became a spectacle, but she was sure her number one 'love', rather captive, would handle it. She led them straight into the buttery car, where the two men were waiting, smoking cigarettes. Once the girls stood right in front of them, Ria smiled at them.

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

'' for sure certain '' the two men replied in unison. Ria smiled, nodded at the confused miss, and exited the compartment to the jarring melodic phrase of female screams.

Meanwhile, in a first class cabin, Mangala had just discovered her babe prevarication in a Department of State of pot, with red lines crisscrossing across her cover. Her script were tied and her she was gagged. As she digested the full phase of the moon entailment of what had happened to her, she ran her hands gently over the red line of descent, which turned her Sister 's bonnie build into a chequerboard. Turning her over, she saw that the poor girl 's bra had been cut out, two large clamps attached on her pap. Reaching down to withdraw one, she though the better of it. Instead she paused to admire the firm melons of the little girl, which she had seen often, but for the number 1 time, in this `` new '' way. Not indisputable why she did it, she gave one of the clamp a gentle tug, causing the form to rise with it, before falling back with a leap. She repeated the process with the other clamp, harder this metre. Neha made a slight drive, and Mangala let go. Instead, she cupped the tit, marvelling at its fulness. No wonder boys lusted after her - Mangala 's sweet and unacquainted sis, who was just embarked upon an irregular journey into the obscure.

Though seeing her sister this way made her want to lessen her agony, she knew beneficial than to do anything about it. Instead, she realized that she was feeling as strange, unacceptable sentience in her loin, one which told her that her sister would be a big nooky. For a entire five minutes she resisted the impulse, forcing her brain instead to enquire what all her sister had been through. This her mind easily guessed, and as she pictured the anguish, she felt the impulse growing stronger. Finally, her nous told her that there was no way the sadist who had done this to her sister would ready life any prosperous for Neha, and she might as well get a few loving here and now between endless academic session of torture. Lowering herself till her tits touched the clamp, she placed her full rim onto those of her babe.

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

Reaching the cabin door in a dozen strides, she banged on the threshold. A import later, a scared looking female opened it, with another lying gagged and limit in the background. Wordlessly, she strode in, leaving it to the first lady friend to close the door. Once she turned after doing it, she found Ria inspecting the girl on the floor. Smiling at the sleeping form, Ria got up, and nodded at the other young lady. The miss knew what was expected of her. For the first few days of her education, she had not, and then had refused to know. Her stubborness had been dealt with in the harshest way possible, with her body being left one-half suspended in water for a wax Jan night. To her relief, and subsequent discouragement, her excellent granting immunity prevented pneumonia, though she went down with a fever. big than fever, though was the experience of being in icy stale water for time of day on end, almost totally naked. Coupled with whippings and cigaret burning, she had not only take to do what she was about to do now, but also a embarrassment of difficult, degrading and exhausting divine service that her cruel mistress demanded of her. If she still maintained an air of haughtiness, 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 station, so as to change by reversal the mean of defending her modesty into instruments aiding her humiliation. She did not want to destroy her latest wearing apparel, and got out of it before Ria could misplace interest in the limit female child. Now in her lingerie, the girl waited for her schoolma'am to ease up the signal. Many a times, she would ask her to keep her lingerie on, though again it would swear out function diametrically opposite to what they normally were meant for. On this occassion, she got the signal to pillage completely, and with a feeling of guilt at how completely she had fallen under Ria 's magical spell, she stripped off her clothes with a sensation akin to relief.

Next instant, she was on all quatern, crawling towards her owner like the bitch she was. Ria paid no interest to this growth till the young woman was literally at her feet. Now she allowed the missy to take out her jeans, and then her panties, exposing her hairy gash to the female. Ria now got up and sat down on Neha 's bound dead body, positioning herself upon her thigh. As the slave changed direction, Ria casually opened her peg, allowing the girl to lower herself to the floor of her vagina. The slave began with conciliate licking, flicking the outer overweight congregation. Ria knew she had had to train her quite a lot to teach her the art of eating out another woman, but today she was n't in a temper to essay such art. Grabbing a fistful of the girl 's hair, which was done up in a ponytail, she pushed her harder into her passion hole. The missy between her stage realized that her mistress was impatient today, and began licking harder. Grabbing her head with the former manus, Ria responded to this drive by reaching below her to fondle one of her slave 's pendulous tits. Those tits, easily 38DD, were one of the understanding she had chosen her, and not one of the more beautiful ( and athletic ) girlfriend. Had she known then that she would have such a great cunt of a sister, she would definitely experience broken both. As it were, she was only vaguely aware of Neha money box she saw her a couplet of days back. Now, she was grateful that she had indeed chosen such a slut.

Her helping hand reached one of the heavy frame sacks dangling from the hard worker 's chest, and she cupped it for a moment, adjusting herself so that the owner of the titmouse could continue her workplace at her cunt. As the missy lapped gruelling, she squeezed the tit hard, finding the elongated nipple easily. Taking it between her ovolo and index finger, she twisted it cruelly, causing the slut to gasp into her pussycat. Laughing, she released the tit, focussing on getting maximum pleasance out of the efforts of her slut. She could palpate the fleshy tongue probing hard at her, seeking her clitoris, then finding it and flicking it, then moving off to make circles and convention on her pussy rampart before returning to the most sensitive persona of her vagina. Ria had taught her well, too well, she realized as she felt herself heading towards the height of orgasm at breakneck pep pill. But she made no effort to decelerate down, allowing her slave to keep up the tempo.

'' Ahhh ... ..faster you bitch. punch like your life depends upon it. '' She could not be indisputable that the girl, with her head word trapped between her Ria 's thigh, heard her correctly, but Ria made no endeavor to change anything, apart from grabbing her hair with both hands and pushing her head further into her slit, till she was sure the girl could harldy breathe. But the slave knew better than to intermit, going harder and faster, licking desperately at the slipperiness walls, burying herself in the fluids it produced, which were currently coating her impudence, eyes, nose and indeed her unit face, matting her hair as it did so.As she flicked her clit again, she felt the girl 's legs stiffen.Next moment she was writhing in orgasm, thrashing like a crazed creature atop the bound girl, with her slave being drowned in her cum between her legs.

For what seemed like an eternity, the hard worker felt undulation after wave of her mistress'cum wash drawing over her, till she believed that this fourth dimension she would surely be drowned. Finally, the legs on either side of her went limp, and she was thrown away, hitting the berth and collapsing beside it. As her nipple bounced on her pectus before coming to rest, she saw the girl staring at her, with a mixture of electrical shock, horror and dismay. The slave sighed, and looked away. Much as she knew that this was bound to encounter sometime, it still hurt her to realize that her youthful babe, the afters and devoid Neha, had just seen her elder babe, the proud, haughty and prudish Mangala being used like an inflatable fucktoy. As the hard worker Mangala closed her eyes, a binge escaped it, mixing with the cum flowing from Ria 's pussy.

As the afterglow of a mindboggling orgasm subsided, Ria raised herself to survey the two female person. One, the one she had been with since cockcrow, was thin, slender and had belittled immobile breasts. Her Sister, however, was slightly fat, but over her bulging bay window, she had two huge melons. 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 break the haughty miss. In the end it had been ridiculously easy. Perhaps she had never been in such a status. More probable she had never had to use her blazon to guard herself in her life. Either way, one Night when they were sleeping over at Ria 's post, she had grabbed her, and armtwisted the female child into giving her a foresighted Lesbian osculation. To be sure, Mangala had put up much more electric resistance than Neha had, but in the end Ria had won, and thus began Mangala 's line of descent into bacchanalia. She had been progressively broken, made to suck off all variety of men, and eventually act like a portable toilet for Ria. All that had been achieved calendar month ago, but it was only recently that she had seen Neha, and Neha 's training had just begun. There was still a long, albeit pleasurable way to go.

It was time to conjure Neha. As she bent down, she saw that Neha was indeed awake. On her case was a smell of dibelief, coupled with hopelessness. Had she hoped that her sister would somehow rescue her ? It was not unnatural given the air of invincibility Mangala gave out to the out of doors public, albeit interspersed with seance of slavery as the salute one. Supressing her desire to laugh at her naivety, Ria dragged Neha up. It was now dependable to undo her bond and gag, and these were skilfully done away with. Once blood surged back into Neha 's arms, the botheration in them seeemed to uprise again. Yet she barely felt the pain, as the intelligence that her sis was infact a sex slave was yet to sink in. She saw the Ria land a kick on Mangala 's rachis, and the girl scurried up onto her human knee, her heart betraying tot up submission.

Ria felt amused by the feel of carry on surprisal in her centre. As she continued to depend at this unusual reunion, her mind formed an estimate. She grabbed Neha and forced her to stand. Ria motioned Mangala to lay down, and pushed down Neha on top. However, she made her round around, such that Neha, when she was finally lying on her senior sister, was staring at her baby 's pussy. Positioning Neha such that her peg were on either side of the older sis 's headway, she grabbed Neha, one handwriting on her head the early on her ass. Pausing for a moment to look up to her ass again, she then pushed both downwards.

Neha found herself staring at her own babe 's pussy, her wondered if she was to do what pornstars did in such lot. Her fears were confirmed when she felt a tongue, which could only be that of her babe, gently probing her pussy. She tried to pull away, still ineffective to fathom the effect of being eaten out by her own sister. But Ria would have none of it, controlling her by the hair. Realizing that she had no option, binge began to form in her eyes again as she extended her spit to the brown slice. With extreme reluctance, she began to probe the kitty-cat with her tongue. However, clearly she was doing something amiss, for Ria pulled her up by the hair again. Using one of her hired hand, she pried open Mangala 's pussy opening, and pushed Neha into it. Neha, suffocated for the bit, had no option to figure out away at the pink inside of her Sister 's slice.

As Neha slowly licked, Ria stood back to look up to the vision of the two sisters eating each other out. `` the perfective tense menage '' she thought. Just one thing was missing, her mind added. Going back to her bag, she searched for a dildo, and found it. Strangely, it was unlike from the one she had. It was thinner, but longer. As she wondered at its bearing, she realized that she had been going through Neha 's bag. Smiling at the fact that the `` innocent '' girl was not so guiltless after all, she picked it up and took out a bottle of lubricant 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 relief had brought out a fair amount of money of juice from her younger sister. Mangala 's own pussy was getting wet as well, but given the lack of expertise of Neha, Ria suspected it was more out of the good 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 sis 's eyes, visible through the crack of Neha 's ass, press her not to take her younger babe 's virginity. `` It 's your sister 's mango tree ( the name by which Ria referred to Mangala, and specifically to her chest ). She 's not so innocent after all. '' Before she could stick out the fact, Ria added `` And, it 's not for her pussy. '' Mangala 's grammatical construction changed to one of daze, as she realized what her mistress meant. A import later, she saw her fears turning into reality, even as her babe 's kitty-cat released increasing amounts of cum onto her face.

Neha was becoming steadily more aflame. She had given up the inadequate conflict against her sister 's expert study, her brain forcing her to accept the fact that just like when she 'd been tied up, no issue what she did, she would birth to face the like fate. This time, the lot was gratifying, and she settled down to relish her Sister 's licking. Though Ria was no longer forcing her, Neha continued to lick at her Sister 's puss, which rewarded her with juice she never knew her sis had. out of the question though it was, Neha realized that if indeed she was Ria 's striver, she would herself have cum hundreds of sentence. The very thought process, instead of being hideous, created a strange impulse in her, as she pictured Ria brutally breaking the haughty Mangala. Now she had given her Mangala 's pussy to explore. Refusing to suffice the questions her head asked, she began to lick with greater zip, seeking to find the one spot which was sensitive in every girl.

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

Her head cruelly told her that she would anyhow do anything the girl wanted, and right now she wanted to love her in the ass. Ignoring her mind as she had done so often today, Neha besseched her again. SHe got no answer, Ria too intent upon forcing the foreing object down the resisting chute to discommode. By now the dildo was pushing hard against her virgin sphincter muscle, and Ria felt nostalgic in mentation of the time she 'd wear out in Mangala 's asshole, in the rachis of a lecture hall, even as the stratum went on before them.

Mangala had remained repose. Neha however was already blabbering something, and Ria had to pause to swat away the weak hand that was hovering around Ria 's waist. Infact, she turned around such that she was facing Neha 's ass, and her sister 's facial expression. Bending down to get a better look at her Virgo the Virgin ass, she began pushing harder, unforced the underground to give way. At the other end, Neha had guessed from what Ria told her sister that it was her own dildo being pushed into the wrong hole. Cursing her decision to contribute it along, she clenched her dentition, bequeath herself to expect this out in silence.

Yet the infliction was becoming unbearable. As she screwed up her nerve and bit her low-toned lip, she suddenly felt the thing pause. For a hopeful moment she believed that Ria had given up, though she knew effective than to believe a fair sex like RIa would give up on anything. She was right. A few bit 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 thermionic vacuum tube. Neha could n't bear it anymore. Opening her mouth, she screamed out.

It seemed like an eternity before secrecy descended. She could consume stopped the shrieking with a arduous smacking at any bit, but having gagged the young woman for so long, she had been deprived of the joy of hearing a new slave scream. Now she heard the pathetic tool shriek in torment, reminding her again of the multiple times her elderberry bush sister had obliged her kept woman the Saame way. Neha would too, Ria thought, but this would do for now.

Mangala meanwhile had diligently kept at her assigned job, and even amidst the pain she knew her sister was going through, her puss had been giving out copious sum of juice. When RIa had told her that her sister was not a Virgo the Virgin, she had refused to believe it. But now she, being drenched in the fluids of her own babe, did not quite feel so sure. Again, instead of bringing care and disgrace as it would once have, the sentiment merely brought agitation to the girl, making her add more of her own juice to Neha 's face at the reverse end.

Now, as she watched the dildo go in with a barbarous knife thrust, and the subsequent screeching, she knew how her sister must be feeling. As she continued to figure out, she watched mesmerised as the dildo, thicker than the one that had been used upon her, went deeper and inscrutable. Her sis 's ass muted the screams that were coming out of her sister 's sassing, and this allowed her to watch as the dildo, about 9 inches long, went in about halfway through. Then Ria pulled it out a piddling, and then it went deeper, almost seven inches. Ria now held it there, even as Mangala realized that at the charge per unit at which she was going, Neha would cum soon.

Ria now began to deplumate it out a little, wondering if Neha had reached her limit. She still remembered breaking in the star student on her lap at the back of the hall, but then only about 5 inches had gone in. Clearly her petite sister could learn more than. Ria shoved in bet on harder, sending another half inch inside. She could see Neha 's ass muscularity spasming, as she tried to eject the extraneous target. But it was ineffectual - her own option of dildo, meant even without Ria holding it there, she would not be able to transfer 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 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 quiet, coupled with the very light speech sound of a clapper lapping against a young woman 's sex - her sex - came to her ear. Neha wondered if she would be able to shit properly again in her lifetime, but such thought process were being periodically interrupted not only by the bother in her ass, but the fact that her sister was carrying on with her chore of taking Neha to orgasm. And as the younger female child 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 free weight prevented it, she remained still, licking Mangala occassionally, but concentrating mostly on the sting of pleasure that were emanating so close from her germ of pain sensation. 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 boldness in the soft folds, seeking comfort from the blinding nuisance in her sister 's private percentage.

Mangala, by now determined to remove her Sister to orgasm, licked evermore furiously at her sister 's slit. Infact, she was trying to do just than what she did for her mistress, since her idea gave her the eldritch logic that Neha needed her Thomas More than did Ria. As she saw the dildo motility out gradually, she felt something hard public press against her own pussy, and the realization that it was her sister 's font, which had only been intermittently in link with her, raised her excitement 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 good enough for her. Her determination increasing as the dildo finally exited Neha with a pop, she licked furiously, enjoying the flimsy buckling of her baby 's pussy over her.

Ria, having removed the dildo completely, noted the rakehell and shit it was covered in. Wondering fro a import if she should get it cleaned by either of the girls, she realized how airless both were to orgasm, and she was determined to have a dildo in Neha 's pussycat the first base clip she was brought to a lesbian orgasm. Positioning the dildo, she plunged in inside again, causing Neha to grow her head to sidesplitter, before burying it again in Mangala 's pussy. Ria pushed it all the way in, and then pulled it out, noting all the while the way the two bodies beneath her were beginning to writhe in pleasure. Again the dildo went in, and came out - almost, before plunging in. Now she was moving it out faster, and still faster, drilling that round ass to the full.

As she did so, Neha, her face buried in Mangala 's kitty, realized at the Sami prison term that her sis appeared close to cumming, and also that the Brassica napus of her ass was causing a foreign sensation. 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 study and Ria 's ravishment were going to combine to play her to orgasm. Infact, she was now periliously close, the twin spirit of something going in and out, and something probing her, causing sensations of an volume she 'd never felt before. And then she was at the edge. Instead of screaming out however, buried as she was in a pussy. she bit into it, grazing something like a nub in the process, as she felt her floodgates spread. At the other end, Mangala felt something relocation deeper into her slit, before touching her neglected clit. The smell, coupled with the realization that her sis had finally found her clit, was too much for her. She let out a long groan as her own pussy exploded into the cheek of her younger sister.

As they came, Ria felt the young physical structure writhing below her. Cum was gushing like a two headed outflow on either end, spraying both girls together, as if underscoring the fact that they were sisters. Ceasing to have a go at it Neha 's ass, Ria passively enjoyed the yield of her try - two slut sisters cumming to each other. What could be well ?

As the Twin orgasms subsided, Ria raised herself, kicking the exhausted Neha off Mangala. Neha rolled off, lying beside her baby, moaning softly. Mangala, however, was cognisant of what Ria was up to. A minute later, she was slowly crawling up into a kneel position, as Ria returned from her bag with two neckband. She held them out to the Old girlfriend, 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 early one as well. Mangala realized what it meant.

Taking it, she crawled over to Neha, bending over her. She helped the wipe out girl onto her haunches, seeing the look of fuddle lust in her side. Trying to smile as best as she could, she reached out and held the apprehension before Neha 's eyes. Behind her, a voice came `` WIth proper ceremony Cumbitch. ``

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

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

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

mix-up increased on the fille 's boldness. Mangala held the tag close to the girl 's middle, remembering well the day, just after the results had announced that Mangala had topped the yr, when her own `` ceremonial occasion '' had taken office, her Au laurel wreath being stuffed up her ass in the operation. Neha took her clip to read it `` Fuckbunny ? '' SHe looked with renewed confusion at her sis. Mangala nodded as she pushed back Neha 's haircloth, fastening the collar round her slender cervix `` Fuckbunny ''.

Before Neha could digest this change, Ria was fastening string to the halo dangling from the two pinch. following import, she found herself trying to get up on her legs, but was motioned to outride on all fours by her sister. As Ria began to lead them out of the cabin and into the corridor, she finally realized her predicament - she was now Cumbitch 's Sister, Fuckbunny. As she looked at Mangala crawling beside her, she wondered what all she would have to endure in her new avatar. But before she could do so, her optic fell on the two anatomy bags hanging from Mangala 's chest. Somewhere, in some different domain, she may have been horrified by the thinking 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 girlfriend who owned her Sister, nothing seemed logical anymore.

Ria was almost at the doorway when she felt a slight tug on her chain of mountains. Turning around, she saw Fuckbunny was on top of her squawk sister, sucking away at those melons. Sighing, she watched for a present moment, then tugged both leashes hard. Both miss gagged, before separating, and crawling back into position. Smiling, she turned around again, but only to find the just the ticket checker standing before her.

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

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

Ria stood there, not surely if she would be arrested or not. She had told them she would be stoned for the Nox, but thing clearly had n't gone that way. THen, her interpreter quiver, she asked, `` S-so ? ``, noting as she said so, the telephone number of safeguard 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 )

All characters in this story, as well as all venue and the plot of land, are completely fabricated. Any resemblance is purely coincidental.

Feedback is always welcome. Based upon reception, a second part may be written. prompting for the same will be appreciated .