`` An unexpected journeying ''

Neha stood in forepart of the mirror, staring at her petite 5'2 frame, straightening her blue blouse, before moving to the shorts she had paired with them. Noticing a slight blemish on the right leg, she turned to modify it, before stopping herself. It was an educational trip after all, that too with her senior Sister and her friend. Dropping the architectural plan to change her boxers, 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 face, before rubbing some more on her forehead and over her eyelids, she again paused to ensure herself out. Barring the fact that she had some white strokes of excess cream making not so artistic lines on her cheeks, she looked pretty very much the way she wanted to look. At 19 and just out of her first year in a girls'college, Neha may experience some screwball estimate about what the creation wanted a girl to look like, but no one could deny that she was pretty. If her forefather were to be believed, it was her almond shaped eyes, rare for her biotic community, set on a slightly elongate aspect, with senior high school supercilium and gross lips, which made her the cynosure of all eyes. That those eyes had hitherto been those of ageing aunty, street ragtag and ofcourse her puritan of a babe, was not her fault. As she adjusted the directly berm length hair which completed her phiz, she was filled with the all too familiar longing to be appreciated by a man. With her looks, why would n't they ? But get-go, she 'd make to chance a way of evading her sister 's iron hold, something she 'd not yet been able to do. Sighing, she reminded herself that it was an educational tripper after all.

'' Neha ! '' Somewhere from the depths of an all too fellow world, came the voice of her mother. Neha looked at herself once more, then rubbed the sunscreen Thomas More evenly over her expression. This done, she headed downstairs, to see Mangala and her friend Ria standing around what looked like their luggage. THeir mother was standing a trivial away, by the kitchen heel counter, asking if they would want anything else.

'' Mom if I needed anything else, I 'd take added it already. Now if you 'd do as I asked you to, maybe your girl will be able to just bewitch the gear. '' distinctive Mangala. Neha sighed again, as she descended the stair. Halfway down, however, Mangala noticed the phantom, and promptly shifted her ire onto her younger sibling. `` My costly baby fille, if you could kindly get your things gear up instead of staring at your cranium, we 'd all be much obliged. '' It took Neha a few indorsement to register the word of honor braincase, seconds in which Mangala had covered the space between them, and was pushing her up the stairs like a sacking of potatoes.

Once the KO'd girlfriend was in her way once again, Mangala wasted one breath complaining about the pot in the room, before shifting to specifics. `` Did you pack all I asked you to ? ``

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

'' good. extra batteries for the camera ?'

'' Yes ''

And so it went on, till Neha was quite sure they 'd spend the day checklisting every article in her room. This, after Mangala had personally supervised her packing the dark before. `` What 's that big bulky physical object sticking out of the backpack ? '' Before she could suffice, her sister had fished out her favorite stuffed toy out of the bag, and was holding it like the evidence of some henious offence. `` Did I not specefically ask you not to include this ? '' Neha gave a sullen feeling. The teddy flew into the closet, and her sister stomped out. From the bottom of the stairs came a footnote to guide her mobile and get her stuff downstairs in five seconds. Openly swearing now, Neha finished packing, intentionally placing the toy back in the bag. This done, she picked up her cell and handbag, before running a quick check for anything she 'd left behind. Nothing except ... ..her eyes spotted an elongated target sticking out of her underclothing drawer. On a hunch, she picked it up and stuffed it into her bag. All done, she headed down, wondering if the educational trip would be allowed to remain just that.

An hour and another stuffed toy related controversy later, Neha found herself in a train compartment with fifty more smelly female, all of whom were desperately trying to hide their body odour with a miscellany of aromatic chemical compound. None were succeeding, her os nasale 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 babe 's champion Ria. practically to her relief, Ria proved to be more affable troupe. Ria was 21, and easily stood a foot over Neha. A rude athlete and dancer, her figure reminded one of the feature article of the female statuette which adorned the rampart of temple. `` 36C-28-40 '' Neha made a mental guess of the young woman '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 sullen lady friend. Unfortunately, the smile only made her look even more like someone 's mother-in-law, and Neha was forced to look away. Right in front of her, two conservative-looking daughter were poring over something in a Christian Bible filled with numbers. One of them met Neha 's stare, shifting with dislike to the shorts she was wearing. Exasperated by the response she was getting, yet fearful of looking at Ria again, Neha moved her psyche in random directions for a few moment. Everywhere she looked however, she was met with inquiring, sometimes disapproving flavour. 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 ticket for her, there was no way she 'd birth been in the wagon train at that mo. On second view, maybe getting bored for two long summertime months was in force than going to a bunch of rock cut caves with a bevy of evil looking little girl. And where exactly was her sister ?

Ria seemed to register her idea. `` Feeling out of place eh ? It happens. Your baby is meddlesome with the ticket-checker, probably haggling over something. '' Neha had no alternative but to look at her now, and she was again struck by Ria 's characteristic - only this time, they were facial. Neha noted, with appreciation the fact that Ria too had an oval facial expression, but her oculus were big and round. So too were her lips, the wakeful garden pink on them going well with her light peel tone. Like all lady friend Neha knew, Ria had black hair, made into coil which fell gracefully along her shoulder. Now, as she spoke, she gently brushed one of them aside. Before she realized what she was doing, Neha had reached out and was gently stroking those silklike ignition lock.

If Ria found her behaviour strange, she showed no sign of it. Instead she let her friend 's babe stroke her hair, running her long Stanford White finger through the smuggled mass, gently pulling it till it gave way. Instinctively, she moved one, then all, fingers from the hair to the just cheek. ineffectual to fracture eye contact lens, Ria felt soft fingers glide ever so gently over her brass, till they covered her impudence, moving over her nose towards her forehead.

Suddenly Neha was aware of a cough behind her, and turned to see Apsara looking at her with an expression like that of her mother. Nonplussed, she stared straight ahead, at the two girls. They too had noticed the more than friendly affection of this stranger towards their schoolfellow, 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 religious outcast. ineffective to return to Ria after what had transpired, Neha instead settled in for a war of glares.

She did not know how long she kept up the unequal conflict, but eventually she tired of constantly giving stares which were more in the knowledge domain of her sister. Instead, she got up, and without casting so much as a smell towards the object of her unexpected philia, she headed towards the toilet. Unfortunately, news show appeared to let travelled fast, for she got inquisitive stares and the occassional giggle from many of the fair sex. Reaching the threshold, of the compartment, she realized it was open, allowing the exposed countryside to rush by. More importantly, after the suffocating atmosphere of the slip, she found the cool air rushing in from the subject field, refreshing. Evidently it had rained sometime in the realm they were passing, and Neha settled down to enjoy the breeze.

With the breeze however, the persuasion of Ria seemed to return. What had she done ? On the face of it, all she had done was admire the beauty of a soul of the same gender. But as everyone in the compartment probably knew by now, the manner of admiration had exceeded the definition of friendly touch by a nautical mile and more. Somehow, she 'd mat up attracted to the girl as she 'd not been to any former person. Had Ria too admired her ? She 'd always wanted to be admired by a man, but at that moment she desperately wanted to be appreciated by Ria. Unknowingly, she 'd originate a crush on Ria.

As she pondered in depth the maturation of the previous half minute, she did not observe another physical body emerge behind her, and stand silently for a moment. It made a apparent movement as if it 'd prefer to go back, then stopped. Sighing, it lowered itself beside the retrospecting girl. Getting no reaction from her, she gently placed a hand over the fille 's thin shoulder. The girl almost jumped out of the train in surprisal, before stammering `` Wh ... .who ? Oh ! '' Her attempt at hiding the blow of seeing the very person she 'd been thinking about, was hardly concealed. Ria gave her a reassuring flavor, then settled beside her, admiring the countryside as it raced past them. It did n't help, as she could smell out Neha trembling beneath her. Trying to tranquillize her John L. H. Down, she moved closer, till their shoulders met. Now she could sense her entire torso vibrating with the shudder emanating from the fille beside her.

Neha felt Ria shift closer. though she now had copious reason to look at her, Neha somehow could not bring herself to look at her. Why had she come ? To severalize her that what she did was wrong ? Being the sis of the most puritanical girl in the populace, she 'd find out the lecture a million sentence, and had become immune to such comment. Still, this was not her sister, but the young lady she ... .Neha forced her mind to say the word `` wish '', but she knew her mind had formed a different Holy Scripture. A Holy Scripture which Ria seemed to somehow sense, for she withdrew her hand. Yet she did not bequeath, but stayed there, staring straight ahead.

bit passed. Neha cast a fleeting glance at her sister 's admirer, who seemed so different from her baby, yet so distant right now. What was she thinking ? Neha cast another glance, and this sentence Ria met her regard. 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 eyes lacuna. Neha continued to stare, unable to kick downstairs her regard away from the beautiful face before her. Yet she too looked away after a moment, realizing that she had again drifted into unsafe urine. But, had Ria followed her, even for that minutest fraction of a 2d ? Neha could n't secernate.

They sat as before, each staring ahead. Yet now Neha had a burn desire to know what the other sentiment, and raised her oculus towards Ria again. Before she could take her in any detail, however, one of the fille 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 cubicle. Neha could not bear it anymore. Seeing no reaction from Ria, she decided to get up, perhaps go into some empty compartment, drop sentence alone. As she tried to get up, Ria suddenly reached out and grabbed her arm.

As their heart met, she saw Ria mouth a single Good Book `` delay ''. Neha settled down again, wondering why she needed to hold back, and for what. Still, this was the offset response she 'd got from the girl after the irregular lustful moment, and she was n't about to disobey. Ria made no further sign of knowing her, and as the minutes ticked by, Neha increasingly began to suspect that they were waiting for the giggling missy to leave. Her conjecture was right. After an eternity, the female child emerged and headed back, serenading the twosome with another snigger.

As soon as she was gone, Ria jumped up, grabbed Neha roughly by the arm and with surprising forte, yanked her up. Before she knew anything, Neha found herself flying across the foyer, into another compartment. This was evidently the first class compartment, for on each side of meat were doors leading into cabins. Ria chose the s, and peered in. It was vacuous. From the look of things, all of them were empty. next moment, 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 firstly prison term 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 step towards Ria, her speedy breathing adding to the sentience of desperation that animated her feature film. 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 want to look. So far she 'd been convinced that Ria had been offended by her overtures, and had come to bring in matters out. But if that was the 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 unusual feel in Ria 's eyes. Before she could make it, Neha was looking deep into Ria 's centre again, and this time, Ria came forward, till they were right on beside each other. As if on cue, Neha 's hands moved towards her face, resuming what had been rudely disturbed earlier. This metre however, her hands seemed determined to explore Sir Thomas More of Ria 's feminine mantrap. Barely realizing it, Neha moved her hand slowly over Ria 's moist lips, gently running over the soft petals before slowly parting them with her fingers. Her eyes fixed on Ria, her index digit began to push harder, till it was pushing against a bony barrier. Harder, and she felt Ria open her mouth a little. Warm air wafted out, drifting over Neha 's hand, causing her digit to push harder, till it was inside her rima oris. As it began to search her buccal cavity, Neha could experience her desire growing stiff, forcing her to push in a 2nd, then a one-third finger. But fingers were not enough.

Her partner meanwhile, was quicker in analyzing the situation. Having been surprised by the lust the young female child felt towards her, she 'd waited till she could be for certain of it. Never the one to approach anyone directly, she 'd represent the character of the surprise girl to idol. Now that she could be indisputable, she felt she could bet on ... ..Ria 's attention was distracted by one of Neha 's nails brushing against her spiritualist cheeks. Yet the very distraction brought back memories of an early time, with a unlike mortal. `` So similar '' she thought, `` even exactly Sami. '' Suppressing the impulse to jest at the sensation of deja vu, she instead decided that the risks were now minimal. She might as well get on with it. In a mo, she had effected it. Neha 's wet digit were now in mid air, her body turned around skilfully till it was bland upon the berth. Getting the familiar spirit sense of being in control, she lowered herself onto the girl, wondering if she would smack just like ... ...

Her partner, surprised by the sudden exit of mastery, was soon in the pure bliss of her first lesbian kiss. . She now felt sure she 'd always wanted Ria, Ria 's soft lip to be accurate. She felt sure her attractiveness was primeval, something which she 'd not clearly realized. Why how when. Neha 's mind asked in a aloof voice, one she was familiar with in her little room back home. A room where she 'd longed for a man 's rival. Now ... ..in this alien compartment, it seemed everything had changed. She 'd found pure love, and that too in a woman who was her Sister 's better friend. But again, did she deal ? She did n't trouble to reply. Instead her backtalk pressed harder, taking Ria 's lower lip in an amourous embrace, delighting in the gustatory sensation of another female. Pulling out slowly, she caught the pink petal again, prolonging the bosom, even as her eyes looked ever thick into Ria 's ball, asking a million doubt and getting what solvent, she knew not.

For the abbreviated of moments, Neha came up for air, before going back to enchant the amphetamine lip. Unconsciously her hands, moved closer. As she continued to osculate, her hands moved into the fellow slick safety 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 lecherousness that pushed aside confusion, even as her external respiration became faster, seemingly matching the pulsation of Neha 's heart.

Yet Ria seemed to want more, and faster. Stopping mid-kiss, she pulled away, and looked deep into the early female child 's heart. Next here and now, she plunged into another kiss, but one which was faster, more lascivious and for Neha, more ravishing. Before she knew it, her lips had been parted, and a writhing extremity had penetrated it, pushing past her dentition, seeking her tongue. Neha did n't need to follow : her tongue was found and engaged in passionate child's play by the invader. Not bothering to question what had occassioned this change, Neha lay there as Ria explored her rima oris, running along her cheeks, dentition and what not, even as Neha 's own resident process gave it relentless chase.

Just as she seemed to be settling into a rythm, Ria broke away again, this metre to evaporate from Neha 's scene. As the surprised girl raised her fountainhead to investigate, she was suddenly pushed down as something diffuse connected with her cervix, moving up and down, running something slippery and warm, planting a thousand kisses on it. Neha raised her hired hand to hold this invisible attacker, running her fingers gently through the hair which she so loved, as Ria ravaged her cervix and shoulders as she 'd earlier done with her back talk.

'' Unhhh '' a groan escaped Neha 's mouth, relating to what she knew not, but expressing the recondite desire which was overflowing inside her, demanding that either she or Ria take her physical structure to a nation of ecstacy she 'd never before experienced in her life. The front on her neck stopped, and reappeared on her lips, kissing hard, eager to take in as much of the other as human being anatomy would let. Neha 's hand now wrapped around Ria 's shoulders, willing her to compress harder against her torso, till they could become one. Ria replied by running her hands through Neha 's hair, making waves and normal which only served to stimulate her more.

They were kissing faster now, kissing with wild abandon, their tongues chasing each early, jerk and entwining, till one would derive up for breath. And then back again. Neha was now pressing harder into Ria 's back, digging her nails into the lenient flesh, wanting to pull her completely inner. As they writhed, she was also aware of her breasts mashed against hers. Those perfect bosom ! As Ria came up for air, she wedged her hands between their bodies, such that she was now cupping one of her devotee 's boob.

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

The fact that Ria made short work of stripping down to her waist, meant that Neha was now looking directly at Ria 's breasts. As she 'd guessed, they were quite large, almost cernuous. Yet, they appeared house, without any more sag than that expected of such large eyeball. punter still, as she looked on, she could almost see her pap growing in size, till they were almost halff an inch long. As if to hold her, Ria lazily raised her arms, till they were interlocked above her head. The movement caused an ever so slight bounce in the tit, but it was sufficiency to make Neha 's lust for those tit uncontrollable. Strangely, Ria lowered her custody in sentence to push her back down.

Instead, she moved her hands up Neha 's body, feeling her cushy abdomen, before reaching her tits. Not as boastfully as Ria 's but also firm, they were subjected to some gentle pressing through the soft fabric of her frock. Then, as Neha raised her hired hand again, seeking the enticing fruits hanging from Ria 's chest, she suddenly felt a acuate pain in her chest - Ria was mauling her pap hard.

'' Ahhh ... '' the involuntary moan caused Ria to pause for a moment, then sum up the cruel squeezing. She now positioned her hands till they were each cupping a tit. As Neha realized that Ria 's hands were just the correct size of it for her knocker, she felt Ria 's finger dig deep into the soft soma, sending pangs of agony through her body, along with Muriel Spark of carnal Passion. Squeezing public treasury Neha was sure enough her fingers had penetrated her flesh, she held them there, looking deep into Neha 's eyes. As Neha tried to focus through the blinding pain sensation, she saw that Ria 's expression had changed. It was no prospicient that of a confused girl, but one of a hungry female, who was determined to take everything she wanted from her partner. And evidently, she wanted it fast.

For the fraction of a endorsement, Neha felt the insistency on her tits relax, then they were trapped in those frailty like fingers again. Worse, she moved her hands up and down, mashind the captive melon vine against each other, causing Neha to emit another moan of annoyance. Again she held it for what seemed like an timeless existence. Then the fingers relaxed, and Neha lowered her question, hitherto craning upwards to beg mercy of her lover. As relievo flooded her tits, she barely heard the bout of fabric. Yet she did notice the coolness of the cabin air on her bare venter, and a mo later, was shocked to find a steel appear out of nowhere. As her judgement became fully aware of her predicament, she saw the vane lower itself onto her shoulder, before moving slowly over her peel till it was under her bra shoulder strap. She felt a tug against her tit, as if it was being pulled up, then an sharp release. Her bra strap had just been sliced into two. like lot met the early strap, and thereafter Neha felt the tongue in the vale between her mounds. The strait of cloth being cut met her ears, and then cool air brushed across her sensitive tit.

Stunned by the developments, she was nonplussed to find that even after disposing so callously of her clothing, Ria still had the tongue in her hired man. Was she planning on killing her ? As a feeling of terror began to make her breathe faster, she found the knife hovering over her pectus, dangerously near her lumber philia. She knew raising her hand 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 life lying below a Lesbian killer.

As her mind raced, and her warmness throbbed in her throat, Ria lowered the knife till it was lying over her left hand teat. With an reflection of eagerness, she began to run the flatbed of the steel over her nipples, causing the essence to react to the cold steel. The knife now moved from one nipple, over the space between her knocker, to the other. A similar treatment followed, making Neha feel that her heart would explode in her chest. The knife was now raised, till it hovered once again, this time over her face. Neha knew that even if Ria dropped it, Neha stood to lose some part of her face. Her centre fixed on the Damocles'sword, she became aware of the deal on her tit again. This time it gave a playful squeeze, before reaching for her mammilla. For a moment it lay there, just as the knife had done, feeling the unfeelingness of the mammilla above a pitcher's mound of fuzziness. Then it slowly captured the J. J. Hill between two finger.

Next present moment, Neha, fixated as she was to the pernicious weapon system hovering above her, felt an acute pain at the tip of her tit, which spread quickly over the residue of it, informing her of a new germ of overrefinement. Tears welled in her heart, causing her to vocalise what her body had been screaming in her intellect long before. `` Please Ria, it hurts ! ``

Ria merely raised the knife to her own rim, in a motion telling her to persist hushed. 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 mistake by lusting after this seemingly friendly female child. Did she hate her sister ? Was she taking out all the angst against Mangala on the unseasoned young lady ? Illogical as it may seem, it appeared to be the merely explanation, rather the only account she could find for the rapid variety in her quandary. The other alternative, Neha shuddered to think, was that somehow Ria enjoyed causing painful sensation.

Ria let go of her tit, only to attack the former, this time twisting her nipple hard, causing Neha to beg with growing desperation. To be honest, she 'd at one time or the other masturbated to telecasting of girls being punished, and the pain, though great, was something she 'd expected from a less than lenify lover. What terrified her, rather, was the fact that Ria was behaving in a sadistic style, one which told her of gravid tribulation lying ahead.

As she pondered over these, she saw Ria 's pass disappear again, along with the tongue. Next bit, she felt something warm enclose her allow nipple. Unrestrained this clock time, she saw Ria 's header latching onto the tit, sucking it like it was going to yeild milk. Inspite of the botheration ( and she could make out some of the topmost grade on her tit ), Neha could n't help but question at the novel sensation that was beginning to course through her body. Having been freed temporarily ( she guessed ) from any new agony, she became more acutely aware of the diffused pull on her titty, which was causing her intimate impulse, momentarily overwhelmed by painfulness, to farm again. During the legion bedtime sojourn into the world of her sexual fantasies, she 'd enquire 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 cognizant that this lull in Ria 's ferociousness may be deceptive, she could n't help but seek more of Ria 's soft mouth, lapping and sucking at her erect nub. Finally raising her right hand, she placed it gently on Ria 's head, and was relieved to chance no resistance. Emboldened, she began to beseech her ribbon harder against Ria 's chief, will her to wet-nurse harder. Ria seemed to comply, causing Neha to become steadily more invoke.

As Ria 's ministrations continued, Neha 's nous began once again to intend of pleasure, and delight alone. She began to press her offend tit against her persecutor 's face, raising herself in the hope that Ria would thus get More of her tit into her oral cavity. Rather conversely, Ria stopped, raising her mind from the female child 's chest. Her eyes 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 proud breasts bouncing. If Neha had hoped that she 'd be allowed to suck on them, she was again disappoint, 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 apparent motion towards her. In another moment, she was dressing up, and then, she was gone.

Neha lay there, as if she was still under the scourge of the knife. 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 resurrect goose pimple across her book binding, she realized her quandary. Ria had, by tearing her clothes ( and taking them ), left her practically confined to the cabin unless she wanted to publicly mortify herself. 'Probably get raped too. '' Neha thought, recalling the fact that the guards and ticket checker were not known to be of unflawed morality. Her nous told her she should be cursing herself for lusting after Ria, but she could n't quite bring herself to do so. After all, Ria had given her such unknown pleasures, and as the pain subsided, Neha began to enquire if being with Ria the half lover half sadist, may not be such a bad proposition after all.

Having nothing to do for now, Neha 's opinion began to delve into fantasy once again. She wondered if Ria was experienced, if she 'd had sex with former womanhood before. there was nothing to prove it, yet something in her emphatic, domineering character told her that even if she had not, she would likely know everything about gay woman 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 nude yet strangely fulfilled in an empty cabin, she might as well learn more. Maybe, she could drop the night with Ria, making lovemaking till ... ..

A sound remote caught her attending. It seemed someone had opened the door to the number 1 division compartment, and Neha could n't be certain if it was Ria or one of the guards. Somehow she did n't require to enshroud herself from Ria, but ... ... Spotting the small space below the lower berth, she quickly crawled into it. Moments later, the threshold opened, and Neha could make out a pair of military boots framed by the open doorway. The intruder had evidently hoped to find someone, and for a bit he stood there. Then, he abruptly turned and walked off, the sound of heavily gum elastic dying away. He had left the door open, and Neha could n't be sure if he had left for good, or was merely consulting a colleague. Her heart still in her mouth, Neha lay as still as she could for a spell, before crawling out and moving as softly as she could to the doorway.

Peering out, she saw narrow passage devoid of life story, but representative in the length. What should she do ? If they ran a thorough search of the cabin, they would surely come up her. Even if she was left unmolested, it would be a terribly embarassing to be discovered naked before so many girls. News would circularize like wildfire ... ... as Neha scrutinised the end of the corridor from where the strait were coming, she suddenly found a lithesome pattern standing beside her. Jumping back in terror, it was a second before she realized it was Ria, back with their dish and a shirt. Without a word, she threw the shirt at the flummox girlfriend, and raced off in the focus opposition to the one towards which Neha had been looking.

For a consequence, nothing seemed to make common sense. The sound of a voices nearing, however, suddenly cleared up her head. Pulling on the shirt somehow, she saw the guard and the tag checker moving towards the undefendable door of the compartment. Her heart in her sassing, 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 choice seemed to be to restrain running. Cabins whizzed past her as her heart desperately searched for any polarity of Ria. She was nearing the end of the compartment, and soon she would be at another lobby. Should she slow down ? She realized too belated that it was n't an choice, as a figure materialized before her. WHAM !

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

Instantly her hands went to her poor hair, but it did n't prevent 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 hide her before the two men found them. Now as she lay moaning and heaving, Ria squatted over her as before, only this sentence, there was gloomy urgency written all over her aspect. Lowering herself till she was column inch from Neha 's face, Ria recklessly undid two buttons of the hastily donned shirt. Finding her left tit, she squeezed it firmly, forcing Neha to focus on the girl above her. Again, no words were spoken, but from gestures, Ria made it realize that they would have to be absolutely pipe down till the two men left. Neha wanted to add, `` if they left '', but she guessed the sometime young lady already knew this.

But silence clearly did not equate with inertia in Ria 's book, for she was soon fondling Neha again. Softly at maiden, as if to get the bearing of what she 'd left. Then harder. Neha 's shirt was opened again, but Ria made no mark of wanting to try the succulent buds. Instead, she furnished two evil looking clamp from her pocket ( inspite of the fear of inevitable pain, Neha could n't help question how a girl could be so resourceful, unless ... .she had planned for it ! ). Neha watched in wide eyeball repulsion as one of her still erect pap was slowly captured by the clinch, before it closed over it. `` Unhhh ... .please Ria ! '' future consequence, a stinging pain in the ass on her left field impudence had joined the pain coursing from her tit, and she opened her tearfilled middle to see Ria giving her a stern look, one fingerbreadth on her lip. Unfortunately, the hatful also included the view of the other clinch, which was in the process of descending upon its helpless victim. unable to look, Neha felt the pain all the more acutely as the clinch secured the second teat. Unable to moan, and pretty sure enough that Ria would leave them on, Neha began to sob quietly.

As hot rent rolled down her buttock, she felt Ria tug at the textile 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 bloomers directly above her chest. For a terrorise bit, Neha thought she would lower herself onto the clamp-held boob, but she moved off. Instead, she seemed to be bending over something. Though every front, even the heave of her pectus, seemed to increase the pain in Neha 's tits, she raised herself to see what Ria was upto. She was surprise to see her rummaging in Neha 's bag. Eventually, she fished out thr ee bandeau, each of a different design. Selecting the almost sheer of the lot, she dumped the others in the bag, and returned to the supine girlfriend. In a prompt apparent movement, she grabbed one clamp and yanked it so hard that Neha felt her tit would be ripped off. Instead, she found that her consistence had responded by moving to a sitting position.

Ria moved behind the little girl, and was raising her hobble implements of war, so as to pull the bra straps over her shoulders from the front man. This done, she hooked the bra behind her, pushing the clinch into odd placement, thereby causing the poor people young woman further agony. As rent now flowed freely down her cheeks before landing upon her tortured cleavage, Ria forced the girl to stomach up, this time by pulling her hair. Staggering up in a pain-filled daze, Neha felt her last bit of estimable clothing, her short short circuit, being pulled down, before her step-in followed. Another slap was however needed, before Neha stepped loosened stepped out of them. Now standing practically naked ( defective than naked, Neha told herself, realizing how obscene her bra-encased clamped tits were looking ), the girl saw Ria move around the girl, checking her out. Satisfied, she grabbed one of her ass brass, and squeezed it severe. Neha, fearing another round of drinks of agony, instinctively moved away, but Ria merely pulled on her hair to end this immunity.

Instead, she moved away, rummaging in her own bag this time. Out came what looked like a very narrow belt, some tape and scissors. Leaving the belt-like pawn for the sentence 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 utterly confused look in her center, Ria chuckled, before landing another heavy slap on her right cheek. As Neha opened her oral fissure in a sidesplitter, it was brutally cut shortstop by a Ball of cotton which was wedged snugly between her tongue and amphetamine teeth. Still stunned by the unexpected assault, Neha provided no impedance as the sr. missy calmly cut out five in of the thick tape, and glued her lips shut with it. To be rubber, another length of taping was soon complementing the former, at a solidus to it.

Effectively gagged, Neha saw Ria take out a length of rope, with which she first made a loop around a minuscule handgrip protruding from an operating cost AC vent-hole, probably for pulling it down once the fuck were loosened. This done, Ria tugged at it, noting the lack of bm of the gore. 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 hair. Yelping, she felt herself pulled back roughly. Should she holler ? Her judgement told her she could n't with the gag on. Still, she could easily rip it off. Why had n't she ? Inspite of her obvious predicament, somehow, something prevented her from helping herself, or for calling out for supporter. The fear of embarassment ? the fear of colza ? Or some depraved attraction to the girl who was in the process of devising steadily more degrade and deleterious way of torturing her ?

As her flurry idea gave no signal, her hitch manpower were grabbed and attached rougly to the remainder of the rope. Ria climbed upon the table between the berths to create a complex of gnarl which soon had Neha tied securely, like some puppet from a chain. Worse, the way she 'd been tied, her feet were barely touching the terra firma, while her let down limb were in an odd diagonal, unsupported and hurting. Whether Ria had intended this, or this odd view was all she could wield 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 foot barely touching the flat coat, the rocking of the train was all the more noticeable, and she felt that at any moment she might loosen Balance, and get down danging mid air by the system of weights of her paw. Worse, she might bring the AC grill control board 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 whip of sorts, disguised to look like a knock so that the proprietor did not get questioning expression when it accidentally came out. However, as Neha was to learn, it was just as effective as a convention whip, perhaps, on story of its cinch, even more.

Ria now stepped back to admire the girl. Again, memory board of an earlier brush flooded her mind, making her half wish that her current victim would be More cocky, would try to break away and fight back, just like the earlier one had done. Then, she 'd thought such resistance as a hindrance, but now, she realized it was half the fun. Sighing nostalgically, Ria wondered where that first daughter was now, and how she would link her with her demo dupe. That was in the future, she reminded herself : for now she must aim this lady friend, though to be fair Neha seemed to be betraying a common sense of attractor which made her job far soft. Indeed, Ria would induce rewarded her for such devotion, but training came first. Opening the room access just a little bit, she checked the corridor. As she had hoped, the men had gone, deceived by the remnants of Neha 's habiliment she 'd left in another cabin on the other slope of the compartment. `` Good, '' thought Ria, `` I have to get this done soon. '' Closing the door, she looked at the inadequate girl, in whose heart the faint expectation that she would leave her alone, was dying out. Ria smiled, as she advanced with the severe object in her deal, till she was almost touching her dupe.

Unlike her first dupe, this one seemed almost on the verge of passing out. It would be a ruth if she did - after all, cookery did not include taking smelling salt. Still, if her first victim was anything to go by, she would only turn more cognizant as the academic session progressed, and Ria knew she never hurt one enough to make her pass out from infliction. It took away all the fun. Almost laughing at the little girl 's predicament now, she stepped back.

WHACK ! The strait of the party whip whistling through the air, before landing hard on a prisoner 's delicate body, was something Ria always relished. She relished even more the pathetic yip of a gagged girl, who was being tortured for the first clip in her life. The party whip, to be true, had landed on belly, and the young woman was now trying to back off. Ria had anticipated this, tying the mile tight enough to prevent her from going beyond a certain distance without leaving the dry land. The rocking of the railroad train made issue worse for the girl. As if to mock her attempt at escape, the place between the beths was sufficient for tying up a girl and whipping her, but everytime she tried to lam, she would hit one of the berths. This now happened, the female child being wedged in the corner made by one of the berths and the table.It gave Ria the distinct impression of a cornered rat, terrified of the feline approaching it.

Ria knew she could whip Neha to a bright red in the current stead, but she was never one to use her whiplash indiscriminately. She now raised the whip again, allowing Neha to admire the weapon for a full two arcsecond, before landing it on her calfskin. Neha jumped and lost her balance, hitting the table and being forced forward to recover her foothold, due to the shortness of the bonds above. Ria used this occassion to land another knockout nose candy, right field across her clamped bosom. Stunned by the thirdly assault, Neha now fell back onto the table, before being forced to somehow act forward again.

Ria could n't help it anymore. Lowering the lash, she broke out laughing, which grew as she noted the thinly line that the whiplash had made across her tits, the bra providing scant aegis to her tits. Yet Ria the bit Ria realized that her tits had some back, she brought out the scissors. Beginning with the allow cup, she slowly began to cut out the weird bulge at the center of the cup. This freed up the clamp, and it stuck out of the bra like a impossibly long tit. The other cup followed, and Ria let the piece of cloth fall away.

Grabbing Neha, she roughly pushed the helpless girl towards the other slope of the cabin, till she was almost at the door. This allowed Ria plenteous acess to Neha 's loaded butt. Though she always had a predilection for breast, she could n't help but admire the daily round suppleness of her muscles, which clenched involuntarity in futile anticipation of where the adjacent bump would go. Yet for a few minute Ria paused to look up to her prey again. Neha was thinner than the other girl, and her ass more soused. She could just ideate how a dildo would calculate, sticking out between those globes. Ria smiled - what Neha lacked in feel, she to a greater extent than made up with a killer body.

Whack ! Neha felt as if a knife had been run across the length of her back. She would have believed that that was indeed the case, had she not known what was in Ria 's hand. Ever since the harvest had begun flying, she had been in one endless nightmare, trying to flee what was unacceptable to run from. To gain matters worse, not only were the cilium hard and unpredictable, with each reversal, her scurrying only added to the pain in her mitt. By now she was sure enough her spliff were about to pop out. Yet she could n't simply place upright there and call for the pain could she ? whirl ! This blow landed between her bare ass cheeks, periliously close to her anal hole. She lost her proportionality again, and tumbled to one side, hitting the berth and bouncing off, her armpit flaring up in the previous of series of painful experiences.

But it was far from over. As Neha turned to see where the next blow would hail, the next coke indeed landed on her side, making her start like a daunt cat. As she moved to one side, so as to avoid getting the adjacent one at the same spot, she saw the whip rise again, and realm on her leave behind leg. Again, she lost her balance wheel, and crashed into a berth, this time hitting her articulatio humeri. And so it went on. Every time Neha would move, she would get a whiplash on a different part of her body. Though her mind told her that escape was impossible, her body tried on, getting exhausted, and developing a severe striving in her hands. All the piece, Ria continued to reckon on with an verbal expression of amusement, which somehow, Neha feared but could not hate. Somehow, even when torturing her, when making her run around like an brute in a cage, there was something alluring about the girl, something which Neha knew would make her stay even if she was on the verge of end. Somehow, she was attracted, fatally perhaps, to everything Ria, including the sadistic fetish for hurting her.

Ria watched with growing amusement as the girl kept on trying to escape the blows. Eventually she felt her whip arm tiring, and knew her other arm would n't be able to lash her half as well. Neha too seemed to be tiring, and Ria realized that she might either do permanent wave hurt to her level hands, or may pass out. She landed a final set of lashes to the clamped mammilla, causing the clinch to fly in all directions, bringing onward newly moan and looks of desperation from the eat female person. Flexing her brawniness, Ria now threw the whip on one of the berth, before sampling the salty fluids which were freely flowing down the girl 's face. This done, she gently stroked Neha 's drumhead like a dog, before gently probing her pussy. She had intentionally left her pussy uninfluenced, such that it was most reactive when she began to fuck her. But first, she decided that it was time to check upon the girls, and find a way of getting her first prisoner, into the cabin. Undoing the adherence which held the girl upright, she allowed her to crumple onto the trading floor. Using the freed rope to tie her wooden leg, she checked the gag, then walked out, making sure that no one saw her emerge.

As Neha drifted off to a fitful, enfeeblement induced sleep, her tormentor made her way swiftly to the outlet of the compartment. Thankfully, no one had locked anything. Even more thankfully, her first captive had probably guessed what was happening. After all, she had followed the instuctions relating to Neha to the letter so far, and would probably know what was expected of her right now. Congratulating herself on her excellent training, Ria opened the door to the girls'compartment and realized that dinner was being served. Swiftly, she inquired about the whereabouts of her number 1 dupe, and soon found her, overseeing the serving of food for thought. Pulling her digression, she instructed her to head to the start grade compartment unseen. 'Yes mistress', she replied, as she had done so many times earlier in these two years.

Once she was gone, she approached the ticket checker and the guard duty, who looked at her with expectant heart. `` Has she .... ? '' she asked. Both nodded, barely capable to hide their excitation. `` chip in me half an hour. '' They nodded again, and Ria went back in, resuming her earlier seat opposite the two cautious female child. They paid no attention to her. Apsara was gone, and Ria stretched herself. Training was tiring, if pleasurable and she was athirst. Further, though she would have got preferred to hunger Neha and the early girl, she knew she would own to smuggle food out for them. Thankfully, it seemed that her first dupe, who should have by now joined Neha, had anticipated this. Sitting where Apsara had been, were three solid food packs. Smiling, she hid them with a blanket, before getting on with her work.

'' Err ... .Shilpa ? '' she barely recalled the name of one of the young lady, though they studied together. `` It 's Shilpi '' the lady friend answered.

'' how rude, she deserves everything that 's coming to her. '' thought Ria as she quickly told them that there was a problem with their slate and that Mangala had asked her to inform them about it. They had better talk to the tag checker. The two exchanged worried glimpse, not bothering to doubt the sincerity of Ria 's command. Once they had hurriedly finished their intellectual nourishment, Ria asked them to learn their baggage in showcase they had to relocate to some early compartment. This done, she led them out. It could n't be helped that they became a spectacle, but she was sure her first 'love', rather engrossed, would handle it. She led them straight into the buttery car, where the two men were waiting, smoking cigarettes. Once the girls stood veracious in front of them, Ria smiled at them.

'' Do I have a resolution ? '' she asked in side, knowing the two missy were poor people in it.

'' Sure surely '' the two men replied in unison. Ria smiled, nodded at the illogical girls, and exited the compartment to the jarring air of female belly laugh.

Meanwhile, in a low gear year cabin, Mangala had just discovered her Sister fabrication in a state of great deal, with red lines crisscrossing across her back. Her deal were tied and her she was gagged. As she digested the full significance of what had happened to her, she ran her hands gently over the red billet, which turned her sister 's fair flesh into a chequerboard. Turning her over, she saw that the poor lady friend 's bra had been cut out, two big clamp attached on her nipple. Reaching down to take out one, she though the effective of it. Instead she paused to look up to the firm melons of the girl, which she had seen often, but for the first time, in this `` new '' way. Not surely why she did it, she gave one of the clamps a gentle tug, causing the flesh to grow with it, before falling back with a spring. She repeated the process with the other clinch, harder this meter. Neha made a rebuff movement, and Mangala let go. Instead, she cupped the tit, marvelling at its fulness. No wonderment boys lusted after her - Mangala 's sweet and innocent sister, who was just embarked upon an unpredictable journey into the stranger.

Though seeing her sister this way made her deficiency to lessen her excruciation, she knew better than to do anything about it. Instead, she realized that she was feeling as strange, impossible sensation in her pubic region, one which told her that her sister would be a great fuck. For a full five minute of arc she resisted the impulse, forcing her creative thinker instead to wonder what all her sister had been through. This her brain easily guessed, and as she pictured the torment, she felt the urge growing stronger. Finally, her mind told her that there was no way the sadist who had done this to her sister would make life any easier for Neha, and she might as well get a few loving bit between endless Sessions of anguish. Lowering herself till her mamilla touched the clamps, she placed her replete lips onto those of her babe.

Ria quickly exited the compartment, and entered the first gear grade one, this meter without pausing. Her design so far was working perfectly. She felt no compassion for Shilpa and her friend. Or was it her baby ? Maybe she 'll never know. When the two brutes were done with them, they would either be dumped beside the tracks or sold. Either way, since they stayed in the hostel, it would be months before their parents came to chequer, and by that sentence, she was indisputable she could falsify up something. Perhaps she would n't demand to, if what she was now planning went well.

Reaching the cabin door in a twelve footstep, she banged on the door. A moment later, a daunt looking female opened it, with another lying gagged and bound in the background. Wordlessly, she strode in, leaving it to the first girl to close the doorway. Once she turned after doing it, she found Ria inspecting the lady friend on the floor. Smiling at the sleeping variety, Ria got up, and nodded at the former girl. The girl knew what was expected of her. For the maiden few 24-hour interval of her training, she had not, and then had refused to know. Her stubborness had been dealt with in the abrasive way possible, with her body being left half suspended in water for a full Jan nighttime. To her relief, and subsequent dismay, her excellent unsusceptibility prevented pneumonia, though she went down with a fever. forged than fever, though was the experience of being in icy cold water for hours on end, almost totally naked. Coupled with whippings and cigarette burns, she had not only get a line 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 haughtiness, that was simply because it served her schoolmarm'function. 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 stead, so as to release the mean of defending her modesty into instruments aiding her humiliation. She did not need to destroy her latest clothes, and got out of it before Ria could suffer interest group in the bound little girl. Now in her lingerie, the miss waited for her fancy woman to fall in the signal. Many a sentence, she would ask her to celebrate her lingerie on, though again it would serve well 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 guilty conscience at how completely she had fallen under Ria 's go, she stripped off her clothes with a sense akin to relief.

Next heartbeat, she was on all quaternion, crawling towards her owner like the gripe she was. Ria paid no interest to this development till the female child was literally at her feet. Now she allowed the girl to take away her denim, 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 counseling, Ria casually opened her legs, allowing the girl to glower herself to the level of her vagina. The slave began with blue-blooded thrashing, flicking the outer fleshy folds. Ria knew she had had to cultivate her quite a lot to teach her the art of eating out another womanhood, but today she was n't in a mood to test such art. Grabbing a handful of the girlfriend 's hair, which was done up in a ponytail, she pushed her harder into her love hole. The girl between her branch realized that her mistress was impatient today, and began licking harder. Grabbing her headway with the other helping hand, Ria responded to this attempt by reaching below her to fondle one of her slave 's cernuous mammilla. Those tits, easily 38DD, were one of the reasons she had chosen her, and not one of the more beautiful ( and athletic ) girls. Had she known then that she would have such a enceinte cunt of a sister, she would definitely ingest broken both. As it were, she was only vaguely aware of Neha till she saw her a couple of daytime back. Now, she was grateful that she had indeed chosen such a slut.

Her manus reached one of the heavy frame carrier bag dangling from the slave 's chest, and she cupped it for a minute, adjusting herself so that the owner of the mammilla could continue her oeuvre at her bitch. As the little girl lapped severely, she squeezed the tit hard, finding the stretch mammilla easily. Taking it between her pollex and index, she twisted it cruelly, causing the slut to pant into her pussy. Laughing, she released the tit, focussing on getting maximum delight out of the movement of her slut. She could feel the heavy tongue probing firmly at her, seeking her clit, then finding it and flicking it, then moving off to get to forget me drug and patterns on her pussycat bulwark before returning to the most spiritualist share of her vagina. Ria had taught her well, too well, she realized as she felt herself heading towards the pinnacle of climax at breakneck speed. But she made no effort to slow down, allowing her slave to hold on up the tempo.

'' Ahhh ... ..faster you bitch. Lick like your life depends upon it. '' She could not be sure enough that the fille, with her principal trapped between her Ria 's second joint, heard her correctly, but Ria made no effort to commute anything, apart from grabbing her hair with both hands and pushing her top dog further into her pussy, till she was sure the girl could harldy breathe. But the slave knew better than to break, going harder and faster, licking desperately at the slick walls, burying herself in the fluids it produced, which were currently coating her cheeks, eyes, nose and indeed her all side, matting her hair as it did so.As she flicked her clit again, she felt the girlfriend 's legs stiffen.Next moment she was writhing in climax, thrashing like a deranged puppet atop the bounds miss, with her striver being drowned in her cum between her legs.

For what seemed like an eternity, the slave felt wave after Wave of her schoolma'am'cum race over her, till she believed that this time she would surely be drowned. Finally, the legs on either side of her went hitch, and she was thrown away, hitting the berth and collapsing beside it. As her tits bounced on her dresser before coming to rest, she saw the girl staring at her, with a mixing of jolt, repugnance and alarm. The hard worker sighed, and looked away. Much as she knew that this was bound to happen sometime, it still hurt her to realize that her younger sister, the Sweet and innocent Neha, had just seen her elder sister, the proud, haughty and prudish Mangala being used like an inflatable fucktoy. As the striver Mangala closed her middle, a tear escaped it, mixing with the cum flowing from Ria 's pussy.

As the afterglow of a mindboggling orgasm subsided, Ria raised herself to study the two females. One, the one she had been with since morning, was thin, lithe and had small firm titty. Her Sister, however, was slightly fat, but over her bulging corporation, she had two huge melon. Infact she had lusted after them from the first day she had met her. With some amusement, she remembered the Clarence Shepard Day Jr. she 'd spend wondering how to weaken the haughty girlfriend. In the end it had been ridiculously well-to-do. Perhaps she had never been in such a position. More likely she had never had to use her weapon system to defend herself in her life sentence. Either way, one Night when they were sleeping over at Ria 's place, she had grabbed her, and armtwisted the girl into giving her a long lesbian kiss. To be for certain, Mangala had put up much more resistance than Neha had, but in the end Ria had won, and thus began Mangala 's descent into debauchery. She had been progressively broken, made to suck off all kind 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 foresightful, albeit enjoyable way to go.

It was time to nurture Neha. As she bent down, she saw that Neha was indeed come alive. On her look was a facial expression of dibelief, coupled with hopelessness. Had she hoped that her sister would somehow rescue her ? It was not unnatural given the air of indomitability Mangala gave out to the outside worldly concern, albeit interspersed with sessions of slavery as the salute one. Supressing her desire to joke at her naivety, Ria dragged Neha up. It was now safe to undo her bonds and gag, and these were skilfully done away with. Once blood surged back into Neha 's arms, the painful sensation in them seeemed to uprise again. Yet she barely felt the botheration, as the news that her baby was infact a sex hard worker was yet to pass in. She saw the Ria commonwealth a kick on Mangala 's cover, and the girl scurried up onto her genu, her eye betraying number meekness.

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

Neha found herself staring at her own sister 's pussy, her wondered if she was to do what pornstars did in such circumstances. Her fears were confirmed when she felt a tongue, which could only be that of her babe, gently probing her kitty. She tried to deplumate away, still unable to bottom the consequences of being eaten out by her own sister. But Ria would give birth none of it, controlling her by the hair. Realizing that she had no pick, tear began to take form in her middle again as she extended her tongue to the brown gash. With extreme hesitation, she began to poke into the pussy with her tongue. However, clearly she was doing something faulty, for Ria pulled her up by the fuzz again. Using one of her custody, she pried opened Mangala 's kitty-cat opening, and pushed Neha into it. Neha, suffocated for the import, had no option to lick away at the pink inside of her sister 's gash.

As Neha slowly licked, Ria stood back to admire the batch of the two baby eating each early out. `` the perfective fellowship '' she thought. Just one thing was missing, her nous added. Going back to her bag, she searched for a dildo, and found it. Strangely, it was different from the one she had. It was thinner, but longer. As she wondered at its presence, she realized that she had been going through Neha 's bag. Smiling at the fact that the `` unacquainted '' girl was not so inexperienced person 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 `` twain '', and settled down upon Neha. By now, Mangala 's ministrations 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 want of expertise of Neha, Ria suspected it was more out of the sense of eating out Neha that Mangala was getting wet.

Having thoroughly lubed the dildo, Ria positioned it over Neha 's ass. As she did so, she saw the Old sister 's eyes, seeable through the whirl of Neha 's ass, beseech her not to contract her untested sister 's virginity. `` It 's your sister 's mango ( the public figure by which Ria referred to Mangala, and specifically to her breasts ). She 's not so innocent after all. '' Before she could condense the fact, Ria added `` And, it 's not for her pussy. '' Mangala 's expression changed to one of jounce, as she realized what her mistress meant. A import later, she saw her fears turn into reality, even as her sister 's cunt released increasing quantity of cum onto her boldness.

Neha was becoming steadily more fire. She had given up the unequal fight against her sister 's expert work, her mind forcing her to accept the fact that just like when she 'd been tied up, no affair what she did, she would have to look the same luck. This prison term, the portion was pleasurable, and she settled down to savour her sister 's licking. Though Ria was no longer forcing her, Neha continued to cream at her baby 's kitty-cat, which rewarded her with juice she never knew her Sister had. impossible though it was, Neha realized that if indeed she was Ria 's hard worker, she would herself have cum hundreds of metre. The very remember, instead of being repulsive, created a strange itch in her, as she pictured Ria brutally breaking the haughty Mangala. Now she had given her Mangala 's kitty to explore. Refusing to answer the questions her mind asked, she began to lick with greater dynamism, seeking to see the one smudge which was spiritualist in every girl.

However, as she increased her tread, she felt something hard touching her ass. Maybe Ria had kept something there ? She paid slight attention, knowing that she was doing what her mistress ( her mind asked again, mistress ? ) demanded. Yet, the thing was beginning to press harder, right at the compass point where her asshole was. It could no longer be a happenstance - the thing, whatever it was, was going to enter her ! She now raised her headway, and found her voice for the number 1 metre. `` Please Ria, do n't put it there ! Please, I 'll do anything. ''

Her nous cruelly told her that she would anyhow do anything the girl wanted, and right now she wanted to fuck her in the ass. Ignoring her creative thinker as she had done so often today, Neha besseched her again. SHe got no reply, Ria too intent upon forcing the foreing object down the resisting chute to trouble. By now the dildo was pushing hard against her Virgin anatomical sphincter, and Ria felt nostalgic in mentation of the fourth dimension she 'd break-dance in Mangala 's mother fucker, in the cover of a lecture hall, even as the form went on before them.

Mangala had remained lull. Neha however was already blabbering something, and Ria had to pause to swat away the weak helping hand that was hovering around Ria 's waistline. Infact, she turned around such that she was facing Neha 's ass, and her baby 's face. Bending down to get a ripe feeling at her Virgo the Virgin ass, she began pushing harder, willing the electric resistance to pass on 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 kettle of fish. Cursing her decision to make for it along, she clenched her teeth, uncoerced herself to behave this out in silence.

Yet the pain was becoming unbearable. As she screwed up her face and bit her depleted lip, she suddenly felt the thing pause. For a hopeful bit she believed that Ria had given up, though she knew serious than to believe a char like RIa would break up on anything. She was right. A few second 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 metro. Neha could n't deliver it anymore. Opening her mouth, she screamed out.

It seemed like an infinity before secrecy descended. She could have stopped the screeching with a strong smack at any moment, but having gagged the young woman for so long, she had been deprived of the joy of hearing a new slave howler. Now she heard the poor creature screaming in agony, reminding her again of the multiple multiplication her elder 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 assign job, and even amidst the infliction she knew her sister was going through, her pussy had been giving out ample quantity of juice. When RIa had told her that her sister 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 feel so sure as shooting. Again, instead of bringing concern and disgrace as it would once possess, the cerebration merely brought excitement to the little 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 thigh-slapper, 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 recondite and mysterious. Her sis 's ass muted the screams that were coming out of her sis 's back talk, and this allowed her to catch as the dildo, about 9 inches long, went in about halfway through. Then Ria pulled it out a little, and then it went deeper, almost seven 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 pull it out a little, wondering if Neha had reached her limitation. She still remembered breaking in the maven scholarly person on her lap at the vertebral column of the hall, but then only about 5 inches had gone in. Clearly her petite baby could take more than. Ria shoved in cover harder, sending another half in inside. She could see Neha 's ass muscleman spasming, as she tried to boot out the foreign target. But it was otiose - her own choice of dildo, meant even without Ria holding it there, she would not be able to slay 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 tooshie. ``

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 silence, coupled with the very light auditory sensation of a tongue lapping against a miss 's sex - her sex - came to her ears. Neha wondered if she would be able to betray properly again in her life, but such thoughts were being periodically interrupted not only by the pain in her ass, but the fact that her sister was carrying on with her task of taking Neha to orgasm. And as the younger miss now realized, she was very close to success.

So end infact that Neha wanted to craunch her pussy against her sister 's face. Since Ria 's weight prevented it, she remained still, licking Mangala occassionally, but concentrating mostly on the pangs of pleasure that were emanating so close from her rootage of pain. 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 gaze blankly at her sister 's rapidly moistening pussy. She did the latter, infact burying her typeface in the balmy folds, seeking comfort from the blinding pain in her sister 's buck private parts.

Mangala, by now determined to take her baby to orgasm, licked evermore furiously at her sister 's slit. Infact, she was trying to do wagerer than what she did for her kept woman, since her thinker gave her the weird logic that Neha needed her to a greater extent than did Ria. As she saw the dildo move out gradually, she felt something backbreaking press against her own snatch, and the realization that it was her sister 's grimace, which had only been intermittently in striking with her, raised her inflammation several sheepfold. 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 slim 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 moment if she should get it cleaned by either of the girls, she realized how close both were to orgasm, and she was determined to have a dildo in Neha 's pussy the first time she was brought to a gay woman sexual climax. Positioning the dildo, she plunged in inside again, causing Neha to raise her head word to scream, before burying it again in Mangala 's kitty. Ria pushed it all the way in, and then pulled it out, noting all the while the way the two trunk beneath her were beginning to twist in pleasance. Again the dildo went in, and came out - almost, before plunging in. Now she was moving it out faster, and still faster, drilling that round ass to the full.

As she did so, Neha, her typeface buried in Mangala 's pussy, realized at the same clock time that her Sister appeared close to cumming, and also that the rape of her ass was causing a strange sensation. Where there had been pain before, there was pain still, but with a tactile sensation of ravishment which was strangely arousing. As Ria went faster and faster, she realized that Mangala 's work and Ria 's ravishment were going to combine to get her to orgasm. Infact, she was now periliously close, the twin feelings of something going in and out, and something probing her, causing sensations of an strength she 'd never felt before. And then she was at the boundary. Instead of screaming out however, buried as she was in a pussy. she bit into it, grazing something like a nub in the process, as she felt her floodgates undefendable. At the early end, Mangala felt something move deeper into her puss, before touching her neglect clitoris. The feeling, coupled with the realization that her sis had finally found her button, was too much for her. She let out a long moan as her own pussy exploded into the face of her unseasoned sister.

As they came, Ria felt the youth trunk writhing below her. Cum was gushing like a two headed fountain on either end, spraying both lady friend together, as if underscoring the fact that they were baby. Ceasing to fuck Neha 's ass, Ria passively enjoyed the yield of her efforts - two slut baby cumming to each other. What could be better ?

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

Taking it, she crawled over to Neha, bending over her. She helped the exhausted girl onto her haunches, seeing the look of confused lecherousness in her typeface. Trying to smile as best as she could, she reached out and held the collar before Neha 's centre. 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 name ? `` Ne ... neha ''

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

discombobulation increased on the young lady 's face. Mangala held the tag close to the little girl 's optic, remembering well the day, just after the results had announced that Mangala had topped the year, when her own `` ceremony '' had taken place, her gold medal being stuffed up her ass in the physical process. Neha took her time to show it `` Fuckbunny ? '' SHe looked with renewed mental confusion at her Sister. Mangala nodded as she pushed back Neha 's hair's-breadth, fastening the shoe collar round her slender neck `` Fuckbunny ''.

Before Neha could digest this modification, Ria was fastening Ernst Boris Chain to the band dangling from the two collars. Next moment, she found herself trying to get up on her legs, but was motioned to stay on all fours by her sister. As Ria began to 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 last in her new avatar. But before she could do so, her eyes fell on the two flesh old bag hanging from Mangala 's chest. Somewhere, in some different human beings, she may have been horrified by the thought of being carnally attracted to her own sister. But in this present humanity, where she had just had sex with her, and been turned into a fuckpet for the fille who owned her sister, nix seemed logical anymore.

Ria was almost at the door when she felt a slender tug on her chains. Turning around, she saw Fuckbunny was on top of her bitch sis, 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 perspective. grinning, she turned around again, but only to find the slate checker standing before her.

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

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

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

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

( may be continued )
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( written by Pandorius999 )

All characters in this story, as well as all locales and the game, are completely fancied. Any resemblance is purely concurrent.

Feedback is always receive. Based upon reception, a second persona may be written. Suggestions for the Lapplander will be appreciated .