`` An unexpected Journey ''

Neha stood in forepart of the mirror, staring at her flyspeck 5'2 skeletal system, straightening her blue devil blouse, before moving to the shorts she had paired with them. Noticing a slight blemish on the right leg, she turned to commute it, before stopping herself. It was an educational trip after all, that too with her elder sister and her booster. Dropping the plan to alter her shorts, she began to put on sunscreen to her face, preparing for the hot sun that beat down outside.

As she applied the cream generously over her elliptical look, before rubbing some more on her os frontale and over her lid, she again paused to check herself out. Barring the fact that she had some white strokes of excessiveness cream making not so artistic wrinkle on her cheeks, she looked pretty often the way she wanted to appear. At 19 and just out of her first year in a girls'college, Neha may have some half-baked ideas about what the world wanted a girl to reckon like, but no one could traverse that she was pretty. If her Fatherhood were to be believed, it was her almond shaped eyes, rare for her residential area, set on a slightly prolonged face, with in high spirits eyebrow and perfect mouth, which made her the cynosure of all heart. That those eyes had hitherto been those of ageing aunts, street riffraff and ofcourse her prude of a Sister, was not her fracture. As she adjusted the unbent berm duration hair which completed her smiler, she was filled with the all too conversant longing to be appreciated by a man. With her looking at, why would n't they ? But commencement, she 'd ingest to detect a way of evading her babe 's atomic number 26 hold, something she 'd not yet been able-bodied to do. Sighing, she reminded herself that it was an educational stumble after all.

'' Neha ! '' Somewhere from the depths of an all too conversant reality, came the vocalisation of her mother. Neha looked at herself once more, then rubbed the sun blocker more than evenly over her face. This done, she headed downstairs, to see Mangala and her friend Ria standing around what looked like their luggage. THeir mother was standing a little away, by the kitchen counter, asking if they would need anything else.

'' Mom if I needed anything else, I 'd sustain added it already. Now if you 'd do as I asked you to, maybe your girl will be able to just catch the train. '' Typical Mangala. Neha sighed again, as she descended the stairs. Halfway down, however, Mangala noticed the apparition, and promptly shifted her ire onto her untried sib. `` My good 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 show 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 dazed girl was in her room once again, Mangala wasted one breathing spell complaining about the mess hall in the elbow room, before shifting to specifics. `` Did you pack all I asked you to ? ``

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

'' Good. supernumerary stamp battery for the tv camera ?'

'' Yes ''

And so it went on, till Neha was quite sure they 'd spend the day checklisting every clause in her room. This, after Mangala had personally supervised her packing the night before. `` What 's that big bulky objective sticking out of the backpack ? '' Before she could suffice, her sister had fished out her preferred 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 admit this ? '' Neha gave a saturnine look. The teddy flew into the wardrobe, and her Sister stomped out. From the can of the stairs came a footnote to take 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 cellphone and purse, before running a warm tab for anything she 'd left behind. zippo except ... ..her eyes spotted an elongated objective sticking out of her underclothing drawer. On a suspicion, she picked it up and gormandize it into her bag. All done, she headed down, wondering if the educational misstep would be allowed to rest just that.

An hour and another stuffed toy related disputation later, Neha found herself in a train compartment with fifty dollar bill more smelly females, all of whom were desperately trying to hide their organic structure odour with a variety of aromatic compound. None were succeeding, her nasal sess 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 protagonist 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 jock and dancer, her figure reminded one of the features of the female statuette which adorned the walls of temple. `` 36C-28-40 '' Neha made a mental guess of the girl 's statistics.

To her embarassment however, she found Ria staring at her as she was just rounding off her round ass. Looking away hurriedly, Neha pretended to be admiring Apsara, something which drew an appreciative smile from the heavy girl. Unfortunately, the grin only made her face even more like someone 's mother-in-law, and Neha was forced to await away. right in front of her, two conservative-looking girls were poring over something in a book filled with numbers. One of them met Neha 's stare, shifting with disfavor to the drawers she was wearing. Exasperated by the reply she was getting, yet fearful of looking at Ria again, Neha moved her head in random focussing for a few proceedings. Everywhere she looked however, she was met with inquiring, sometimes disapproving flavor. They seemed to say `` What 's your business here kid ? '' They were right. This was a Third Year misstep, and had her babe not used her influence to get an superfluous ticket for her, there was no way she 'd deliver been in the train at that moment. On second thinking, maybe getting bored for two longsighted summer calendar month was better than going to a bunch of rock and roll cut caves with a bevy of evil looking girls. And where exactly was her sister ?

Ria seemed to read her thoughts. `` Feeling out of place eh ? It happens. Your baby is meddling with the ticket-checker, probably haggling over something. '' Neha had no pick but to await at her now, and she was again struck by Ria 's characteristic - only this clip, they were facial. Neha noted, with appreciation the fact that Ria too had an prolate human face, but her eyes were big and round. So too were her mouth, the igniter garden pink on them going well with her light skin tonus. Like all girls Neha knew, Ria had black hair, made into roll which fell gracefully along her berm. Now, as she spoke, she gently brushed one of them aside. Before she realized what she was doing, Neha had reached out and was gently stroking those silky locks.

If Ria found her behaviour strange, she showed no sign of it. Instead she let her booster 's sister stroke her hair, running her foresighted white fingers through the Shirley Temple plenty, gently pulling it till it gave way. Instinctively, she moved one, then all, digit from the fuzz to the fair cheeks. ineffective to break eye liaison, Ria felt soft fingers glide ever so gently over her face, till they covered her cheeks, moving over her nose towards her frontal bone.

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

She did not make love how hanker she kept up the unequal struggle, but eventually she tired of constantly giving stares which were more in the domain of her sister. Instead, she got up, and without casting so much as a look towards the object of her unexpected affection, she headed towards the commode. Unfortunately, news appeared to have travelled fast, for she got questioning stares and the occassional giggle from many of the women. Reaching the room access, of the compartment, she realized it was open, allowing the open countryside to rush along by. More importantly, after the suffocating atmosphere of the berths, she found the cool air rushing in from the discipline, refreshing. Evidently it had rained sometime in the region they were passing, and Neha settled down to enjoy the gentle wind.

With the gentle wind however, the thoughts of Ria seemed to devolve. What had she done ? On the face of it, all she had done was admire the dish of a soul of the Lapp 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 Sir Thomas More. Somehow, she 'd felt 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 make grow a crush on Ria.

As she pondered in deepness the evolution of the premature half minute, she did not notice another image emerge behind her, and stand silently for a moment. It made a question as if it 'd prefer to go back, then stopped. Sighing, it lowered itself beside the retrospecting girl. Getting no response from her, she gently placed a hired hand over the girl 's sparse berm. The fille almost jumped out of the train in surprise, before stammering `` Wh ... .who ? Oh ! '' Her attack at hiding the seismic disturbance of seeing the very person she 'd been thinking about, was hardly concealed. Ria gave her a reassuring feeling, then settled beside her, admiring the countryside as it raced past them. It did n't help, as she could sense Neha trembling beneath her. Trying to calm her down, she moved closer, till their shoulders met. Now she could feel her entire body vibrating with the tremor emanating from the girl beside her.

Neha felt Ria geological fault finisher. though she now had ample reason to attend at her, Neha somehow could not wreak herself to bet at her. Why had she come ? To severalise her that what she did was wrong ? Being the babe of the most prudish young woman in the world, she 'd learn the lecture a million times, and had become resistant to such commentary. Still, this was not her sister, but the girl she ... .Neha forced her idea to say the word `` liked '', but she knew her head had formed a different word. A Christian Bible which Ria seemed to somehow sense, for she withdrew her hand. Yet she did not leave, but stayed there, staring straight ahead.

Moments passed. Neha cast a pass off coup d'oeil at her sister 's protagonist, who seemed so different from her sister, yet so distant right hand now. What was she thinking ? Neha cast another glance, and this time Ria met her gaze. Their centre were locked onto each former, 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 eye blank. Neha continued to stare, unable to break her gaze away from the beautiful face before her. Yet she too looked away after a import, realizing that she had again drifted into dangerous amnionic fluid. But, had Ria followed her, even for that minutest fraction of a indorsement ? Neha could n't tell.

They sat as before, each staring ahead. Yet now Neha had a burning desire to know what the early thought, and raised her centre towards Ria again. Before she could study her in any particular, however, one of the girls 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 lavatory cubicles. Neha could not bear it anymore. Seeing no reaction from Ria, she decided to get up, perhaps go into some empty compartment, spend clock time alone. As she tried to get up, Ria suddenly reached out and grabbed her arm.

As their eyes met, she saw Ria mouth a exclusive countersign `` time lag ''. Neha settled down again, wondering why she needed to look, and for what. Still, this was the first reaction she 'd got from the little girl after the secondly salacious bit, and she was n't about to disobey. Ria made no further sign of knowing her, and as the minute of arc ticked by, Neha increasingly began to mistrust that they were waiting for the giggling lady friend to leave. Her guess was right. After an eternity, the miss emerged and headed back, serenading the couple with another snigger.

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 kickoff class compartment, for on each side were door leading into cabins. Ria chose the secondly, and peered in. It was empty. From the face of things, all of them were void. 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 breathless Neha. For the first sentence the two of them were alone, away from all the others. Neither of them made a move, boulder clay Neha could take it no more. Tentatively, she took a footstep towards Ria, her rapid breathing adding to the gumption of despair that animated her features. Ria instinctively took a gradation back. Neha stopped, then slumped down on a berth, looking out of the window. Ria waited another moment, before taking a seat. To Neha 's surprise, it was not diametric, but beside her.

'' Neha ... .. ''

Neha did n't want to look. So far she 'd been convinced that Ria had been offended by her overtures, and had come to clear matters out. But if that was the display case, why drag them in here ? This secluded home was less apt for apologies than for ... ..'Neha .... '' Neha could n't conduct it anymore. She looked, and was surprised to see a strange look in Ria 's eyes. Before she could realize it, Neha was looking deep into Ria 's heart again, and this time, Ria came forward, till they were right beside each former. As if on cue, Neha 's work force moved towards her font, resuming what had been rudely disturbed earlier. This sentence however, her hands seemed determined to explore more of Ria 's feminine beauty. Barely realizing it, Neha moved her script 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 forefinger finger began to push harder, till it was pushing against a bony roadblock. Harder, and she felt Ria spread out her backtalk a little. Warm air wafted out, drifting over Neha 's hand, causing her finger to agitate harder, till it was inside her backtalk. As it began to explore her buccal cavity, Neha could experience her desire growing stronger, forcing her to push in a second, then a tierce finger. But fingers were not enough.

Her partner meanwhile, was quicker in analyzing the situation. Having been surprised by the lust the untried miss felt towards her, she 'd waited till she could be sure enough of it. Never the one to border on anyone directly, she 'd played the part of the surprised girl to idol. Now that she could be trusted, she felt she could look on ... ..Ria 's tending was distracted by one of Neha 's nails brushing against her spiritualist cheeks. Yet the very distraction brought back memories of an before clip, with a different mortal. `` So like '' she thought, `` even exactly same. '' Suppressing the urge to laugh at the sense of deja vu, she instead decided that the peril were now minimal. She might as well get on with it. In a moment, she had effected it. Neha 's wet finger's breadth were now in mid air, her trunk turned around skilfully till it was flat upon the berth. Getting the familiar sense of being in control, she lowered herself onto the daughter, wondering if she would taste just like ... ...

Her spouse, surprised by the sudden red ink of command, was soon in the pure blissfulness of her first sapphic kiss. . She now felt for certain she 'd always wanted Ria, Ria 's diffused lips 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 aloof voice, one she was conversant with in her little way back home. A elbow room where she 'd longed for a man 's touch. Now ... ..in this alien compartment, it seemed everything had changed. She 'd found pure love, and that too in a woman who was her sister 's best booster. But again, did she worry ? She did n't bother to reply. Instead her sassing pressed harder, taking Ria 's lower lip in an amourous embrace, delighting in the taste of another female. Pulling out slowly, she caught the garden pink petal again, prolonging the embrace, even as her eyes looked ever deeper into Ria 's eyeball, asking a million head and getting what response, she knew not.

For the briefest of moments, Neha came up for air, before going back to capture the speed lip. Unconsciously her manus, moved closer. As she continued to snog, her deal moved into the familiar spirit sleek refuge of Ria 's head of hair, stroking it like she would stroke a devotee 's. Strangely, Ria seemed to be beginning to react as well, her center betraying a lustfulness that pushed aside mix-up, even as her breathing became faster, seemingly matching the rhythm of Neha 's warmheartedness.

Yet Ria seemed to need Thomas More, and faster. Stopping mid-kiss, she pulled away, and looked deep into the early miss 's centre. adjacent consequence, she plunged into another kiss, but one which was faster, more lustful and for Neha, more ravishing. Before she knew it, her lips had been parted, and a wrestle member had penetrated it, pushing past her tooth, seeking her knife. Neha did n't need to comply : her tongue was found and engaged in passionate play by the encroacher. Not bothering to wonder what had occassioned this modification, Neha lay there as Ria explored her oral fissure, running along her face, teeth and what not, even as Neha 's own resident appendage gave it relentless chase.

Just as she seemed to be settling into a rythm, Ria broke away again, this time to go away from Neha 's persuasion. As the storm girl raised her head to investigate, she was suddenly pushed down as something soft connected with her neck, moving up and down, running something slippery and warm, planting a one thousand kisses on it. Neha raised her hand to hold this invisible attacker, running her fingers gently through the haircloth which she so loved, as Ria ravaged her neck and shoulders as she 'd earlier done with her mouth.

'' Unhhh '' a moan escaped Neha 's rima oris, relating to what she knew not, but expressing the deep desire which was overflowing inside her, demanding that either she or Ria consume her body to a state of ecstacy she 'd never before experienced in her spirit. The movements on her neck stopped, and reappeared on her lips, kissing laborious, eager to fill in as much of the early as human anatomy would tolerate. Neha 's hands now wrapped around Ria 's shoulders, will her to press harder against her torso, till they could become one. Ria replied by running her hands through Neha 's hair, making waves and blueprint which only served to energise her more.

They were kissing faster now, kissing with wild abandon, their tongues chasing each early, flicking and entwining, till one would come up for breathing place. And then back again. Neha was now pressing harder into Ria 's back, digging her nails into the flabby flesh, wanting to pull her completely privileged. As they writhed, she was also aware of her breasts mashed against hers. Those perfect breasts ! As Ria came up for air, she wedged her workforce between their dead body, such that she was now cupping one of her devotee 's teat.

Ria paused, looking intently into the eyes of her buff. Then she slowly raised herself, till she was straddling Neha. As Neha looked on, Ria gave her the faintest of grin, before removing her blouse. Before she realized it, Neha was staring at Ria 's bra-clad knocker. Yes they were indeed big, thought Neha ; any guy would die to make a duet like hers to play with. A here and now later, as Ria began to unhook her bra, she realized that she was the lucky guy.

The fact that Ria made short body of work of stripping down to her waist, meant that Neha was now looking directly at Ria 's tit. As she 'd guessed, they were quite large, almost pendulous. Yet, they appeared firm, without any more sag than that expected of such large globe. Better still, as she looked on, she could almost see her mammilla growing in size of it, till they were almost halff an in long. As if to entertain her, Ria lazily raised her weaponry, till they were interlocked above her head. The bm caused an ever so slight bounce in the dumbbell, but it was decent to score Neha 's lecherousness for those titty indocile. Strangely, Ria lowered her handwriting in meter to push her back down.

Instead, she moved her hands up Neha 's torso, feeling her easy venter, before reaching her tits. Not as with child as Ria 's but also firm, they were subjected to some patrician pressing through the soft fabric of her dress. Then, as Neha raised her manpower again, seeking the enticing yield hanging from Ria 's dresser, she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her chest - Ria was mauling her mammilla hard.

'' Ahhh ... '' the nonvoluntary moan caused Ria to pause for a moment, then resume the cruel squeezing. She now positioned her hired man till they were each cupping a tit. As Neha realized that Ria 's workforce were just the right hand size for her titmouse, she felt Ria 's fingers dig deep into the soft flesh, sending pangs of torture through her torso, along with Dame Muriel Spark of carnal passion. Squeezing public treasury Neha was sure enough her digit had penetrated her flesh, she held them there, looking deep into Neha 's eye. As Neha tried to focus through the blinding pain, she saw that Ria 's formulation had changed. It was no longer that of a jumble little girl, but one of a hungry female person, who was determined to contain 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 fingers again. Worse, she moved her hands up and down, mashind the engrossed melons against each other, causing Neha to emit another groan of pain. Again she held it for what seemed like an eternity. Then the finger relaxed, and Neha lowered her head, hitherto craning upwards to beg clemency of her lover. As respite flooded her tits, she barely heard the tear of fabric. Yet she did notice the imperturbableness of the cabin air on her bare abdominal cavity, and a moment later, was shocked to feel a blade appear out of nowhere. As her mind became fully aware of her predicament, she saw the blade lower itself onto her shoulder, before moving slowly over her skin till it was under her bra shoulder strap. She felt a tug against her breast, as if it was being pulled up, then an disconnected freeing. Her bra strap had just been sliced into two. exchangeable circumstances met the former strap, and thereafter Neha felt the tongue in the valley between her mounds. The auditory sensation of framework being cut met her ears, and then cool air brushed across her sensitive teat.

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 terror began to name her breathe faster, she found the tongue hovering over her chest, dangerously near her ram down heart. She knew raising her hand would be useless - she had been defeated without a trace of difficulty earlier, and Ria had n't yet shown what exactly she was intending to do. Neha had no aim of ending her biography lying below a lesbian killer.

As her brain raced, and her heart throbbed in her pharynx, Ria lowered the knife till it was lying over her left nipple. With an expression of zeal, she began to run the flat of the blade over her tit, causing the heart and soul to oppose to the insensate blade. The tongue now moved from one teat, over the blank space between her breasts, to the other. A standardized handling followed, making Neha feeling that her warmness would explode in her chest. The knife was now raised, till it hovered once again, this prison term over her fount. Neha knew that even if Ria dropped it, Neha stood to lose some part of her face. Her optic fixed on the Damocles'blade, she became aware of the paw on her tit again. This time it gave a playful squeeze play, before reaching for her tit. For a moment it lay there, just as the knife had done, feeling the rigour of the pap above a J. J. Hill of gentleness. Then it slowly captured the Benny Hill between two digit.

Next second, Neha, fixated as she was to the pestilent weapon hovering above her, felt an acute accent pain in the ass at the tip of her tit, which spread quickly over the residuum of it, informing her of a new author of torment. bust welled in her eyes, causing her to vocalise what her trunk had been screaming in her mind farseeing before. `` Please Ria, it hurts ! ``

Ria merely raised the knife to her own lip, in a apparent movement telling her to appease hushed. Neha noticed how Ria had changed. She now looked not only athirst, but also dangerous, like a lioness over her prey. Neha had begun to enquire if she 'd made a fault by lusting after this seemingly favorable lady friend. Did she hate her sis ? Was she taking out all the angst against Mangala on the younger girl ? Illogical as it may seem, it appeared to be the merely explanation, rather the only explanation she could recover for the rapid change in her predicament. The other alternative, Neha shuddered to think, was that somehow Ria enjoyed causing pain sensation.

Ria let go of her tit, only to round the former, this clock time twisting her nipple heavily, causing Neha to beg with growing despair. To be honest, she 'd at one meter or the former masturbated to videos of daughter being punished, and the pain, though great, was something she 'd expected from a less than gentle devotee. What terrified her, rather, was the fact that Ria was behaving in a sadistic fashion, one which told her of capital tribulations lying ahead.

As she pondered over these, she saw Ria 's head disappear again, along with the knife. Next import, she felt something warm enclose her get out nipple. Unrestrained this time, she saw Ria 's foreland latching onto the tit, sucking it like it was going to yeild milk. Inspite of the pain ( and she could ready out some of the topmost marks on her tit ), Neha could n't help but wonder at the novel sensation that was beginning to course of study through her body. Having been freed temporarily ( she guessed ) from any new agony, she became more acutely aware of the easy pull on her breast, which was causing her sexual urge, momentarily overwhelmed by painfulness, to raise again. During the numerous bedtime sojourns into the world of her intimate 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 circumstance, and though she was fully aware that this lull in Ria 's brutality may be shoddy, she could n't help but try more of Ria 's soft mouth, lapping and sucking at her put up nub. Finally raising her right hand, she placed it gently on Ria 's head, and was relieved to receive no resistance. Emboldened, she began to beseech her palm tree harder against Ria 's head, willing her to suck harder. Ria seemed to comply, causing Neha to become steadily more aroused.

As Ria 's ministrations continued, Neha 's thinker began once again to think of pleasure, and pleasure alone. She began to press her bruised breast against her tormenter 's face, raising herself in the hope that Ria would thus get Thomas More of her tit into her mouth. Rather conversely, Ria stopped, raising her mind from the girl 's thorax. 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 majestic breasts bouncing. If Neha had hoped that she 'd be allowed to suck on them, she was again disappointed, for Ria now moved off completely, lowering herself onto the floor. Before Neha could follow, however, Ria casually picked up the blade from wherever she 'd left it, and made a I threatening motion 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 knife. Eventually, the emptiness of the cabin brought her to her senses, and she raised herself, massaging her brusied breast as she did so. As the nerveless air conditioned air began kick upstairs goose bump across her cover, she realized her predicament. Ria had, by tearing her wearing apparel ( and taking them ), left her practically confined to the cabin unless she wanted to publicly humiliate herself. 'Probably get raped too. '' Neha thought, recalling the fact that the guards and ticket checker were not known to be of flawless morality. Her psyche 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 region pleasures, and as the pain subsided, Neha began to inquire if being with Ria the one-half buff half sadist, may not be such a bad proposition after all.

Having nothing to do for now, Neha 's thought process began to delve into illusion once again. She wondered if Ria was experienced, if she 'd had sex with other women before. there was nothing to bear witness 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 plunge that had left her naked yet strangely fulfilled in an empty cabin, she might as well learn more. Maybe, she could expend the nighttime with Ria, making sexual love money box ... ..

A sound external caught her aid. It seemed mortal had opened the door to the first class compartment, and Neha could n't be sure if it was Ria or one of the guard duty. Somehow she did n't want to hide herself from Ria, but ... ... Spotting the small space below the lower berth, she quickly crawled into it. Moments later, the door opened, and Neha could relieve oneself out a pair of military machine iron heel framed by the heart-to-heart door. The interloper had evidently hoped to find mortal, and for a moment he stood there. Then, he abruptly turned and walked off, the sound of dense rubber dying away. He had left the door opened, and Neha could n't be surely if he had left for honorable, or was merely consulting a fellow. Her warmness still in her lip, Neha lay as still as she could for a while, before crawling out and moving as softly as she could to the door.

Peering out, she saw narrow passage devoid of liveliness, but vocalism 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 fille. news would spread like wildfire ... ... as Neha scrutinised the end of the corridor from where the sounds were coming, she suddenly found a supple figure standing beside her. Jumping back in brat, it was a moment before she realized it was Ria, back with their bags and a shirt. Without a news, she threw the shirt at the nonplussed miss, and raced off in the direction opposite to the one towards which Neha had been looking.

For a moment, nothing seemed to draw sense. The sound of a representative nearing, however, suddenly cleared up her oral sex. Pulling on the shirt somehow, she saw the guard and the ticket checker moving towards the open threshold of the compartment. Her heart in her mouth, 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 simply option seemed to be to go on running game. Cabins whizzed past her as her oculus desperately searched for any signaling of Ria. She was nearing the end of the compartment, and soon she would be at another anteroom. Should she slow down ? She realized too belated that it was n't an option, as a physical body materialized before her. WHAM !

Next moment she was lying vapid on the floor, or more correctly, upon someone who was lying flat on the level. Whoever it was, however, was undaunted by this ravishment, and quickly pushed Neha off itself, before dragging her by the hair into the nearest cabin. Pain shooting through her head, eclipsing all others, but Neha had no fourth dimension, much less breathing space, to call. Three seconds later, she was laid down flat on the floor, and the room access securely closed.

Instantly her custody went to her pitiful hair, but it did n't prevent her from realizing that it had been Ria who had reacted so swiftly to Neha 's hasty comer, and had used a brutally efficient method to hide her before the two men found them. Now as she lay moaning and panting, Ria squatted over her as before, only this time, there was grim importunity written all over her grimace. Lowering herself till she was inches from Neha 's face, Ria recklessly undid two buttons of the hastily donned shirt. Finding her left tit, she squeezed it hard, forcing Neha to focus on the girl above her. Again, no news were spoken, but from motion, Ria made it clear that they would have to be absolutely quiet till the two men left. Neha wanted to add, `` if they left '', but she guessed the older daughter already knew this.

But silence clearly did not liken with inactivity in Ria 's account book, for she was soon fondling Neha again. Softly at first-class honours degree, 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 smack the succulent buds. Instead, she furnished two wickedness looking clinch from her pocket ( inspite of the fear of inevitable annoyance, Neha could n't aid wonder how a girl could be so resourceful, unless ... .she had planned for it ! ). Neha watched in astray eyeball revulsion as one of her still erect nipple was slowly captured by the clamp, before it closed over it. `` Unhhh ... .please Ria ! '' next here and now, a stinging pain on her get out cheek had joined the botheration coursing from her tit, and she opened her tearfilled eyes to see Ria giving her a backside look, one fingerbreadth on her lips. Unfortunately, the heap also included the view of the other clamp, which was in the outgrowth of descending upon its helpless victim. unable to look, Neha felt the pain all the more acutely as the clamp secured the second teat. ineffective to moan, and pretty indisputable that Ria would forget them on, Neha began to sob quietly.

As hot split rolled down her impertinence, 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 privates of her pants directly above her chest. For a terrifying moment, Neha thought she would lower herself onto the clamp-held tits, but she moved off. Instead, she seemed to be bending over something. Though every movement, even the heaving of her chest, seemed to increase the bother in Neha 's tits, she raised herself to see what Ria was upto. She was surprised to see her rummaging in Neha 's bag. Eventually, she fished out thr ee bras, each of a different blueprint. Selecting the most sheer of the lot, she dumped the others in the bag, and returned to the supine girl. In a prompt gesture, she grabbed one clamp and yanked it so heavy that Neha felt her tit would be ripped off. Instead, she found that her trunk had responded by moving to a sitting military position.

Ria moved behind the young woman, and was raising her limp munition, so as to pull the bra strap over her shoulders from the front. This done, she hooked the bra behind her, pushing the clinch into odd positions, thereby causing the pathetic girl further torment. As tears now flowed freely down her cheek before landing upon her tormented cleavage, Ria forced the girl to endure up, this time by pulling her hair. Staggering up in a pain-filled stupor, Neha felt her endure bit of respectable article of clothing, her little short, being pulled down, before her panties followed. Another slap was however needed, before Neha stepped loosened stepped out of them. Now standing practically naked ( worse than naked, Neha told herself, realizing how salacious her bra-encased clamped boob were looking ), the little girl saw Ria move around the young lady, checking her out. Satisfied, she grabbed one of her ass cheeks, and squeezed it hard. Neha, fearing another daily round of suffering, instinctively moved away, but Ria merely pulled on her hair to end this resistance.

Instead, she moved away, rummaging in her own bag this metre. Out came what looked like a very narrow smash, some tape measure and scissors. Leaving the beltlike instrument for the fourth dimension 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 spirit in her eyes, Ria chuckled, before landing another severe smacking on her decently brass. As Neha opened her mouth in a scream, it was brutally cut short by a orb of cotton which was wedged snugly between her tongue and upper dentition. Still stunned by the unexpected ravishment, Neha provided no resistance as the aged young woman calmly cut out five in of the thick tape, and glued her brim shut with it. To be safe, another length of tape was soon complementing the one-time, at a diagonal to it.

Effectively gagged, Neha saw Ria have out a length of Mexican valium, with which she first made a loop around a minuscule handgrip protruding from an overhead AC release, probably for pulling it down once the roll in the hay were loosened. This done, Ria tugged at it, noting the lack of motility of the jury. Neha realized now what the fille was intending to do, and she began to back off. She was almost at the door when she felt a familiar spirit tug on her hair. yip, she felt herself pulled back roughly. Should she scream ? Her psyche told her she could n't with the gag on. Still, she could easily rip it off. Why had n't she ? Inspite of her obvious predicament, somehow, something prevented her from helping herself, or for calling out for help. The fear of embarassment ? the fear of rapine ? Or some wayward attraction to the girl who was in the procedure of devising steadily more degrading and hurtful path of torturing her ?

As her confused mind gave no signals, her limp hands were grabbed and attached rougly to the ends of the rope. Ria climbed upon the table between the berths to create a complex of knots which soon had Neha tied securely, like some marionette from a string. spoiled, the way she 'd been tied, her feet were barely touching the solid ground, while her lower arms were in an odd diagonal, unsupported and hurting. Whether Ria had intended this, or this odd position was all she could wield with the rocking of the gear and the Angle at which she had to do the job, Neha could not state. All she could tell was that with her feet barely touching the ground, the rocking of the caravan was all the more noticeable, and she felt that at any moment she might relax balance, and begin danging mid air by the weight of her hand. high-risk, she might bring the AC grillwork instrument panel and whatnot upon herself.

While Neha had been trying to fruitlessly align herself, Ria had returned with the beltlike instrument. If Neha had known better, it was really a whip of form, disguised to look like a belt so that the owner did not get questioning looks when it accidentally came out. However, as Neha was to learn, it was just as efficacious as a normal whiplash, perhaps, on story of its girth, even more.

Ria now stepped back to admire the young lady. Again, retentiveness of an earlier brush flooded her mind, making her half wish that her stream victim would be more than cocky, would try to escape and struggle back, just like the before one had done. Then, she 'd recall such underground as a check, but now, she realized it was half the fun. Sighing nostalgically, Ria wondered where that first missy was now, and how she would link up her with her present victim. That was in the future, she reminded herself : for now she must develop this girl, though to be honest Neha seemed to be betraying a sense of magnet which made her labor far easy. Indeed, Ria would have 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 end of Neha 's clothing she 'd left in another cabin on the early side of the compartment. `` honest, '' thought Ria, `` I have to get this done soon. '' Closing the threshold, she looked at the piteous girl, in whose eyes the syncope expectation that she would leave her alone, was dying out. Ria smiled, as she advanced with the dangerous object in her hand, till she was almost touching her victim.

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

WHACK ! The sound of the whip whistling through the air, before landing hard on a prisoner 's delicate trunk, was something Ria always relished. She relished even more the pathetic yelp of a gagged miss, who was being tortured for the low gear time in her aliveness. The party whip, to be dead on target, had landed on belly, and the fille was now trying to back off. Ria had anticipated this, tying the knots tight enough to prevent her from going beyond a sure length without leaving the ground. The rocking of the train made matters worse for the daughter. As if to mock her attempt at dodging, the space between the beths was sufficient for tying up a fille and whipping her, but everytime she tried to escape, she would hit one of the berths. This now happened, the daughter being wedged in the street corner made by one of the situation and the table.It gave Ria the clear-cut impression of a treed rat, terrified of the feline approaching it.

Ria knew she could whip Neha to a bright red in the stream side, but she was never one to use her party whip indiscriminately. She now raised the whip again, allowing Neha to look up to the arm for a total two arcsecond, before landing it on her calf. Neha jumped and lost her balance, hitting the table and being forced forward to regain her footing, due to the shortness of the bonds above. Ria used this occassion to land another firmly blow, right across her clamped tits. Stunned by the tierce assault, Neha now fell back onto the table, before being forced to somehow move forward again.

Ria could n't help it anymore. Lowering the whiplash, she broke out laughing, which grew as she noted the thin furrow that the whiplash had made across her tits, the bra providing light trade protection to her tits. Yet Ria the present moment Ria realized that her nipple had some book binding, she brought out the scissors. Beginning with the left cup, she slowly began to cut out the eldritch prominence at the midpoint of the cup. This freed up the clinch, and it stuck out of the bra like a impossibly long tit. The former cup followed, and Ria let the piece of textile fall away.

Grabbing Neha, she roughly pushed the helpless young woman towards the early face of the cabin, till she was almost at the door. This allowed Ria plentiful wiz to Neha 's tight butt. Though she always had a preference for tits, she could n't avail but admire the daily round pliancy of her muscles, which clenched involuntarity in fruitless anticipation of where the next blow would go. Yet for a few here and now Ria paused to look up to her quarry again. Neha was fragile than the other female child, and her ass more than tight. She could just imagine how a dildo would look, sticking out between those earth. Ria smiled - what Neha lacked in purport, she Sir Thomas More than made up with a killer organic structure.

knock ! Neha felt as if a knife had been run across the length of her rear. She would have believed that that was indeed the character, had she not have it away what was in Ria 's hand. Ever since the crop had begun flying, she had been in one endless nightmare, trying to fly what was out of the question to run from. To make matters sorry, not only were the whip hard and unpredictable, with each blow, her scurrying only added to the hurting in her hands. By now she was sure her joints were about to pop out. Yet she could n't simply abide there and take the hurting could she ? cracking ! This blow landed between her bare ass cheeks, periliously close to her anal retentive hole. She lost her proportionality again, and tumbled to one side, hitting the berth and bouncing off, her armpit flaring up in the latest of serial publication of painful experiences.

But it was far from over. As Neha turned to see where the next blow would come, the next coke indeed landed on her side, making her jump like a daunt cat. As she moved to one side, so as to obviate getting the next one at the same spot, she saw the whip rise again, and land on her left wing leg. Again, she lost her symmetry, and crashed into a berth, this time hitting her shoulders. And so it went on. Every time Neha would move, she would get a lash on a unlike part of her body. Though her mind told her that escape valve was impossible, her physical structure tried on, getting exhausted, and developing a severe strain in her hands. All the spell, Ria continued to look on with an expression of amusement, which somehow, Neha feared but could not hate. Somehow, even when torturing her, when making her run around like an brute in a cage, there was something alluring about the daughter, something which Neha knew would make her stay even if she was on the verge of decease. Somehow, she was attracted, fatally perhaps, to everything Ria, including the sadistic fetich for hurting her.

Ria watched with growing amusement as the female child kept on trying to escape the blows. Eventually she felt her whiplash arm tiring, and knew her other arm would n't be able to whip her half as well. Neha too seemed to be tiring, and Ria realized that she might either do permanent damage to her tied hands, or may pass out. She landed a final set of lashes to the clamped tits, causing the clinch to fly in all focus, bringing away fresh moans and looking at of despair from the exhausted female person. Flexing her muscleman, Ria now threw the whip on one of the berth, before sampling the salty fluids which were freely flowing down the young woman 's face. This done, she gently stroked Neha 's head like a dog, before gently probing her snatch. She had intentionally left her pussy untasted, such that it was most responsive when she began to fuck her. But first, she decided that it was time to check upon the girl, and observe a way of getting her first captive, into the cabin. Undoing the chemical bond which held the girl upright, she allowed her to crock up onto the storey. Using the freed rope to tie her legs, she checked the gag, then walked out, making for certain that no one saw her emerge.

As Neha drifted off to a fitful, debilitation induced sleep, her tormentor made her way swiftly to the exit of the compartment. Thankfully, no one had locked anything. Even more thankfully, her first engrossed had probably guessed what was happening. After all, she had followed the instuctions relating to Neha to the alphabetic character so far, and would probably know what was expected of her right now. Congratulating herself on her fantabulous training, Ria opened the door to the missy'compartment and realized that dinner was being served. Swiftly, she inquired about the whereabouts of her showtime victim, and soon found her, overseeing the service of process of food. Pulling her excursus, she instructed her to point to the first social class compartment unseen. 'Yes mistress', she replied, as she had done so many times earlier in these two eld.

Once she was gone, she approached the ticket checker and the guard, who looked at her with expectant eyes. `` Has she .... ? '' she asked. Both nodded, barely capable to hide their excitement. `` Give me half an hour. '' They nodded again, and Ria went back in, resuming her earlier nates opposite the two buttoned-down girls. They paid no tending to her. Apsara was gone, and Ria stretched herself. Training was tiring, if enjoyable and she was hungry. Further, though she would give birth preferred to thirst Neha and the other missy, she knew she would have to smuggle food for thought out for them. Thankfully, it seemed that her first victim, who should have by now joined Neha, had anticipated this. Sitting where Apsara had been, were three intellectual nourishment packs. Smiling, she hid them with a blanket, before getting on with her work.

'' Err ... .Shilpa ? '' she barely recalled the public figure of one of the lady friend, 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 lecture to the ticket checker. The two exchanged worried glimpse, not bothering to doubt the seriousness of Ria 's statement. Once they had hurriedly finished their nutrient, Ria asked them to withdraw their luggage 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 indisputable her first-class honours degree 'love', rather captive, would address it. She led them straight into the pantry car, where the two men were waiting, smoking butt. Once the fille stood compensate in front man of them, Ria smiled at them.

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

'' Sure sure enough '' the two men replied in unison. Ria smiled, nodded at the bedevil girls, and exited the compartment to the jarring tune of distaff screams.

Meanwhile, in a firstly course of study cabin, Mangala had just discovered her sis lying in a state of mess, with red lines crisscrossing across her cover. Her hands were tied and her she was gagged. As she digested the full-of-the-moon deduction of what had happened to her, she ran her hands gently over the red lines, which turned her sister 's fairish flesh into a chequerboard. Turning her over, she saw that the miserable daughter 's bra had been cut out, two bombastic clinch attached on her teat. Reaching down to remove one, she though the just of it. Instead she paused to admire the unbendable melons of the missy, which she had seen often, but for the offset prison term, in this `` new '' way. Not sure why she did it, she gave one of the clamps a gentle tug, causing the flesh to mount with it, before falling back with a bounce. She repeated the process with the other clamp, harder this clip. Neha made a svelte cause, and Mangala let go. Instead, she cupped the tit, marvelling at its fulness. No wonder boys lusted after her - Mangala 's afters and sinless babe, who was just embarked upon an unpredictable journeying into the unknown.

Though seeing her sister this way made her privation to lessen her agony, she knew better than to do anything about it. Instead, she realized that she was feeling as strange, insufferable sensation in her loins, one which told her that her baby would be a great screw. For a wide five minute of arc she resisted the urge, forcing her mind instead to wonder what all her sister had been through. This her intellect easily guessed, and as she pictured the torture, she felt the urge growing stronger. Finally, her head told her that there was no way the sadist who had done this to her sis would make lifetime any easygoing for Neha, and she might as well get a few loving moment between endless Roger Sessions of torture. Lowering herself till her tits touched the clinch, she placed her full lips onto those of her sis.

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 pathos for Shilpa and her booster. Or was it her sister ? Maybe she 'll never know. When the two brutes were done with them, they would either be dumped beside the tracks or sold. Either way, since they stayed in the hostel, it would be calendar month before their parents came to insure, and by that metre, 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 room access in a XII strides, she banged on the threshold. A bit later, a affright looking female person opened it, with another lying gagged and limit in the desktop. Wordlessly, she strode in, leaving it to the kickoff girl to close the door. Once she turned after doing it, she found Ria inspecting the missy on the flooring. Smiling at the sleeping class, Ria got up, and nodded at the other girl. The female child knew what was expected of her. For the first few Day of her training, she had not, and then had refused to know. Her stubborness had been dealt with in the harsh way possible, with her body being left one-half suspended in water for a full January night. To her relief, and subsequent dismay, her excellent granting immunity prevented pneumonia, though she went down with a fever. risky than fever, though was the experience of being in icy cold H2O for hours on end, almost totally naked. Coupled with lashing and cigarette burning, she had not only learnt to do what she was about to do now, but also a plethora of difficult, degrading and exhausting avail that her cruel mistress demanded of her. If she still maintained an air of haughtiness, that was simply because it served her mistress'determination. Inside, she was her personal sex slave.

The slave now began to get out of her apparel. Ria had ruined dozens of her dresses, sometimes ripping them off, more often cutting them at exceptional places, so as to turn the means of defending her reserve into cat's-paw aiding her chagrin. She did not want to destroy her previous dress, and got out of it before Ria could fall back sake in the bound girlfriend. Now in her lingerie, the young woman waited for her schoolma'am to give the sign. Many a times, she would ask her to go along her lingerie on, though again it would serve well function diametrically opposite to what they normally were meant for. On this occassion, she got the signal to leach completely, and with a spirit of guilt at how completely she had fallen under Ria 's patch, she stripped off her clothes with a sense akin to ease.

Next moment, she was on all quaternity, crawling towards her possessor like the squawk she was. Ria paid no interest to this development till the girl was literally at her feet. Now she allowed the little girl to remove her jeans, and then her scanty, exposing her hairy slice to the female. Ria now got up and sat down on Neha 's boundary body, positioning herself upon her thigh. As the striver changed focussing, Ria casually opened her peg, allowing the daughter to lour herself to the story of her vagina. The slave began with gentle thrashing, flicking the outer fleshy faithful. Ria knew she had had to train her quite a lot to teach her the art of eating out another fair sex, but today she was n't in a mode to quiz such art. Grabbing a fistful of the lady friend 's hair, which was done up in a ponytail, she pushed her harder into her beloved hole. The miss between her pegleg realized that her mistress was impatient today, and began licking harder. Grabbing her head with the other script, Ria responded to this drive by reaching below her to fondle one of her slave 's cernuous titmouse. Those titty, easily 38DD, were one of the intellect she had chosen her, and not one of the more beautiful ( and athletic ) little girl. Had she known then that she would have got such a swell puss of a babe, she would definitely have broken both. As it were, she was only vaguely aware of Neha trough she saw her a couple of days back. Now, she was grateful that she had indeed chosen such a slut.

Her script reached one of the enceinte physique discharge dangling from the hard worker 's chest of drawers, and she cupped it for a moment, adjusting herself so that the owner of the tits could go on her work at her cunt. As the girl lapped harder, she squeezed the tit hard, finding the elongated tit easily. Taking it between her thumb and forefinger, she twisted it cruelly, causing the slut to gasp into her pussy. Laughing, she released the tit, focussing on getting maximum pleasure out of the efforts of her slattern. She could find the heavy tongue probing heavily at her, seeking her clit, then finding it and flicking it, then moving off to pull in lot and blueprint on her kitty-cat rampart before returning to the most sensitive part of her vagina. Ria had taught her well, too well, she realized as she felt herself heading towards the pinnacle of orgasm at breakneck speed. But she made no crusade to slow down, allowing her slave to go along up the pace.

'' Ahhh ... ..faster you bitch. Lick like your life depends upon it. '' She could not be sure as shooting that the girl, with her nous trapped between her Ria 's thigh, heard her correctly, but Ria made no effort to change anything, apart from grabbing her hair with both paw and pushing her heading further into her pussy, till she was sure the young lady could harldy breathe. But the slave knew better than to pause, going harder and faster, licking desperately at the slick magazine walls, burying herself in the fluids it produced, which were currently coating her cheeks, optic, nose and indeed her unharmed face, matting her haircloth 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 spring little girl, with her slave being drowned in her cum between her legs.

For what seemed like an eternity, the slave felt wave after wave of her kept woman'cum wash over her, till she believed that this time she would surely be drowned. Finally, the legs on either side of her went limp, and she was thrown away, hitting the office and collapsing beside it. As her bosom bounced on her thorax before coming to rest, she saw the girl staring at her, with a variety of shock, repugnance and discouragement. The slave sighed, and looked away. a great deal as she knew that this was bound to take place sometime, it still hurt her to take in that her younger sister, the sweet and sinless Neha, had just seen her elder baby, the proud, haughty and prudish Mangala being used like an inflatable fucktoy. As the slave Mangala closed her eyes, a tear escaped it, mixing with the cum flowing from Ria 's pussy.

As the afterglow of a mindboggling sexual climax subsided, Ria raised herself to view the two females. One, the one she had been with since dayspring, was slight, lithe and had belittled business firm breast. Her sister, however, was slightly fat, but over her bulging tummy, 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 disclose the haughty miss. In the end it had been ridiculously easy. Perhaps she had never been in such a position. More likely she had never had to use her arms to champion herself in her life sentence. Either way, one dark when they were sleeping over at Ria 's blank space, she had grabbed her, and armtwisted the lady friend into giving her a long lesbian kiss. To be sure, 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 sorts of men, and eventually act like a portable bathroom for Ria. All that had been achieved month ago, but it was only recently that she had seen Neha, and Neha 's training had just begun. There was still a foresighted, albeit pleasurable way to go.

It was metre to raise Neha. As she bent down, she saw that Neha was indeed awake. On her face was a look of dibelief, coupled with hopelessness. Had she hoped that her sister would somehow rescue her ? It was not abnormal given the air of indomitability Mangala gave out to the outside world, albeit interspersed with sitting of slavery as the present one. Supressing her desire to joke at her naivete, Ria dragged Neha up. It was now safe to undo her bond certificate and gag, and these were skilfully done away with. Once rakehell surged back into Neha 's arms, the pain in them seeemed to turn again. Yet she barely felt the pain, as the news that her sister was infact a sex slave was yet to bury in. She saw the Ria land a thrill on Mangala 's back, and the girl scurried up onto her knees, her eyes betraying tot submission.

Ria felt amused by the looking at of continued surprise in her center. As she continued to look at this foreign reunion, her creative thinker formed an idea. She grabbed Neha and forced her to abide. 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 senior sister, was staring at her sister 's cunt. Positioning Neha such that her legs were on either side of the Old Sister 's nous, she grabbed Neha, one hand on her headspring the early on her ass. Pausing for a present 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 knife, which could only be that of her sis, gently probing her pussy. She tried to pull away, still ineffective to penetrate the outcome of being eaten out by her own baby. But Ria would have none of it, controlling her by the hair. Realizing that she had no option, tears began to form in her eyes again as she extended her spit to the brown cut. With extreme reluctance, she began to poke into the kitty with her spit. However, clearly she was doing something unseasonable, for Ria pulled her up by the whisker again. Using one of her manus, she pried out-of-doors Mangala 's cunt chess opening, and pushed Neha into it. Neha, suffocated for the moment, had no choice to lap away at the pink inside of her babe 's slash.

As Neha slowly licked, Ria stood back to admire the sight of the two sisters eating each other out. `` the perfect family '' she thought. Just one matter was missing, her thinker added. Going back to her bag, she searched for a dildo, and found it. Strangely, it was dissimilar from the one she had. It was thinner, but longer. As she wondered at its presence, she realized that she had been going through Neha 's bag. Smiling at the fact that the `` innocent '' young lady was not so innocent after all, she picked it up and took out a bottleful of lubricant from her own bag. Applying it generously over the dildo, she went back to the `` duad '', and settled down upon Neha. By now, Mangala 's ministrations had brought out a funfair amount of money of juice from her jr. sister. Mangala 's own twat was getting wet as well, but given the lack of expertise of Neha, Ria suspected it was more out of the sentience 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 sister 's eye, visible through the crack of Neha 's ass, beseech her not to take her untested sister 's virginity. `` It 's your sister 's mango ( the name by which Ria referred to Mangala, and specifically to her breasts ). She 's not so innocent after all. '' Before she could tolerate the fact, Ria added `` And, it 's not for her pussy. '' Mangala 's expression changed to one of electric shock, as she realized what her schoolmarm meant. A mo later, she saw her fears turn into reality, even as her sister 's cunt released increasing amounts of cum onto her face.

Neha was becoming steadily more steamy. She had given up the unequal engagement against her sister 's skillful work, her idea forcing her to have the fact that just like when she 'd been tied up, no matter what she did, she would get to face the same fate. This time, the fate was pleasurable, and she settled down to enjoy her Sister 's lacing. Though Ria was no longer forcing her, Neha continued to lap at her sister 's pussy, which rewarded her with juice she never knew her sister had. impossible though it was, Neha realized that if indeed she was Ria 's slave, she would herself ingest cum hundreds of times. The very thought, 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 pussy to explore. Refusing to respond the questions her judgment asked, she began to lick with slap-up vigour, seeking to find the one spot which was medium in every girl.

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

Her mind cruelly told her that she would anyhow do anything the girl wanted, and right now she wanted to be intimate her in the ass. Ignoring her mind 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 slide to bother. By now the dildo was pushing hard against her virgin anatomical sphincter, and Ria felt nostalgic in thinking of the fourth dimension she 'd broken in Mangala 's asshole, in the vertebral column of a lecture hallway, even as the year went on before them.

Mangala had remained quiet. Neha however was already blabbering something, and Ria had to pause to swat away the weakly hired man that was hovering around Ria 's waist. Infact, she turned around such that she was facing Neha 's ass, and her sister 's face. Bending down to get a better look at her virgin ass, she began pushing harder, will the resistance 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 bring it along, she clenched her teeth, willing herself to put up this out in silence.

Yet the pain was becoming unbearable. As she screwed up her typeface and bit her lower lip, she suddenly felt the thing suspension. For a hopeful moment she believed that Ria had given up, though she knew improve than to conceive a woman like RIa would pass up on anything. She was right. A few minute later, she felt a brutal botheration in her ass, which told her that her anal sphincter had been totally violated, that her own dildo was now ensconed in her poop tubing. Neha could n't bear it anymore. Opening her oral cavity, she screamed out.

It seemed like an eternity before silence descended. She could birth stopped the belly laugh with a hard slap at any present moment, but having gagged the young lady for so long, she had been deprived of the joy of hearing a new slave riot. Now she heard the poor creature screaming in agony, reminding her again of the multiple times her senior baby had obliged her schoolmistress the same way. Neha would too, Ria thought, but this would do for now.

Mangala meanwhile had diligently kept at her assigned job, and even amidst the pain she knew her babe was going through, her pussy had been giving out copious amounts of succus. When RIa had told her that her Sister was not a virgin, she had refused to trust it. But now she, being drenched in the fluids of her own baby, did not quite feel so indisputable. Again, instead of bringing concern and shame as it would once give birth, the thought merely brought excitation to the young woman, making her add More of her own juice to Neha 's face at the face-to-face end.

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

Ria now began to pull it out a lilliputian, 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 baby could charter More. Ria shoved in back harder, sending another half inch inside. She could see Neha 's ass muscles spasming, as she tried to eject the foreign object. But it was futile - her own choice of dildo, meant even without Ria holding it there, she would not be capable to remove it. Infact, Ria removed her mitt, 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 lilliputian puppy also has a tail. ``

At the early end, Neha could n't believe what was happening to her ass. She had been brutally impaled, and the thing would not travel out. Crying now, she begged Ria again, but only quiet, coupled with the very light sound of a tongue lapping against a girl 's sex - her sex - came to her ears. Neha wondered if she would be able to take a shit properly again in her spirit, 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 jr. girl now realized, she was very close to success.

So shut infact that Neha wanted to grind her pussy against her sister 's face. Since Ria 's weight prevented it, she remained still, licking Mangala occassionally, but concentrating mostly on the sting of pleasance that were emanating so close from her source 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 stare blankly at her babe 's rapidly moistening pussy. She did the latter, infact burying her face in the soft crease, seeking comforter from the blinding nuisance in her Sister 's private parts.

Mangala, by now determined to pack her sister to orgasm, licked evermore furiously at her sister 's slit. Infact, she was trying to do better than what she did for her mistress, since her mind gave her the weird logical system that Neha needed her Sir Thomas More than did Ria. As she saw the dildo move out gradually, she felt something hard press against her own pussy, and the realization that it was her sister 's face, which had only been intermittently in contact with her, raised her fervour respective fold. Was she too trying to get her off ? Mangala knew Neha was inexperienced, so it was expected that she would not do a expectant job. Whatever she did, however, was good enough for her. Her determination increasing as the dildo finally exited Neha with a pop, she licked furiously, enjoying the slight buckling of her sister 's pussy over her.

Ria, having removed the dildo completely, noted the blood and shit it was covered in. Wondering fro a mo 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 beginning time she was brought to a sapphic orgasm. Positioning the dildo, she plunged in inside again, causing Neha to raise her head to scream, before burying it again in Mangala 's kitty-cat. 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 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 of drinks ass to the full.

As she did so, Neha, her aspect buried in Mangala 's pussy, realized at the same time that her sister appeared fill up to cumming, and also that the assault of her ass was causing a foreign ace. Where there had been pain before, there was pain still, but with a tactual sensation of violation which was strangely arousing. As Ria went faster and faster, she realized that Mangala 's work and Ria 's rape were going to combine to work her to orgasm. Infact, she was now periliously close, the twin tactile sensation of something going in and out, and something probing her, causing sensations of an intensity she 'd never felt before. And then she was at the bound. 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 surface. At the early end, Mangala felt something motion deeper into her puss, before touching her neglected clitoris. The feeling, coupled with the fruition that her sis had finally found her clitoris, was too a great deal for her. She let out a farsighted moan as her own slit exploded into the human face of her younger sister.

As they came, Ria felt the young bodies writhing below her. Cum was gushing like a two headed spring on either end, spraying both young woman together, as if underscoring the fact that they were baby. Ceasing to be intimate Neha 's ass, Ria passively enjoyed the yield of her elbow grease - two strumpet sisters cumming to each early. What could be skillful ?

As the Gemini coming subsided, Ria raised herself, kicking the exhausted Neha off Mangala. Neha rolled off, lying beside her sister, moaning softly. Mangala, however, was cognisant of what Ria was up to. A minute later, she was slowly crawling up into a kneeling perspective, as Ria returned from her bag with two collars. She held them out to the older daughter, 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 schoolmistress 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 face of disoriented lust in her face. Trying to smile as best as she could, she reached out and held the taking into custody before Neha 's eye. Behind her, a vox came `` WIth proper ceremonial Cumbitch. ``

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

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

'' No dearest, that 's not your public figure anymore. ``

confusion increased on the daughter 's face. Mangala held the tag close to the girl 's eyes, remembering well the day, just after the results had announced that Mangala had topped the twelvemonth, when her own `` observance '' had taken post, her Au medal being stuffed up her ass in the process. Neha took her prison term to read it `` Fuckbunny ? '' SHe looked with renewed confusion at her sister. Mangala nodded as she pushed back Neha 's hairsbreadth, fastening the collar round her slender neck `` Fuckbunny ''.

Before Neha could stick out this modification, Ria was fastening chains to the rings dangling from the two collars. Next moment, she found herself trying to get up on her branch, but was motioned to delay on all quatern by her sister. As Ria began to moderate 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 oculus fell on the two soma bags hanging from Mangala 's pectus. Somewhere, in some dissimilar macrocosm, she may have got been horrified by the thought of being carnally attracted to her own sister. But in this present domain, where she had just had sex with her, and been turned into a fuckpet for the girl who owned her sister, nothing seemed logical anymore.

Ria was almost at the door when she felt a slight tug on her chains. Turning around, she saw Fuckbunny was on top of her bitch sister, sucking away at those melons. Sighing, she watched for a here and now, then tugged both leashes hard. Both girls gagged, before separating, and crawling back into position. Smiling, she turned around again, but only to find the tag chequer standing before her.

'' Y-yes ? `` Ria felt nervous for the first of all clock 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 night, but things clearly had n't gone that way. THen, her vocalisation trembling, she asked, `` S-so ? ``, noting as she said so, the act of guards standing in the doorway behind him. `` S-so ? ``

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

( may be continued )
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( written by Pandorius999 )

All eccentric in this story, as well as all locus and the patch, are completely fabricated. Any resemblance is purely coincidental.

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