`` An unexpected journeying ''

Neha stood in presence of the mirror, staring at her bantam 5'2 frame, straightening her blue blouse, before moving to the shorts she had paired with them. Noticing a flimsy mar on the redress leg, she turned to convert it, before stopping herself. It was an educational head trip after all, that too with her elderberry bush sister and her Quaker. Dropping the plan to commute her boxers, she began to apply sunscreen to her expression, preparing for the hot sun that beat down outside.

As she applied the cream generously over her oval aspect, before rubbing some more on her frontal bone and over her eyelids, she again paused to check herself out. Barring the fact that she had some gabardine stroking of excess pick making not so artistic occupation on her cheeks, she looked pretty much the way she wanted to come along. At 19 and just out of her number 1 yr in a girls'college, Neha may ingest some crazy ideas about what the world wanted a girl to look like, but no one could deny that she was pretty. If her father were to be believed, it was her almond shaped eyes, rare for her community, set on a slightly elongated face, with high supercilium and complete lips, 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 fault. As she adjusted the heterosexual shoulder length hair which completed her visage, she was filled with the all too familiar longing to be appreciated by a man. With her spirit, why would n't they ? But starting time, she 'd have 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 trip after all.

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

'' Mom if I needed anything else, I 'd cause added it already. Now if you 'd do as I asked you to, maybe your daughters will be able to just catch the wagon train. '' Typical Mangala. Neha sighed again, as she descended the stairs. Halfway down, however, Mangala noticed the specter, and promptly shifted her ire onto her younger sibling. `` My dear baby girl, if you could kindly get your things ready instead of staring at your cranium, we 'd all be a good deal obliged. '' It took Neha a few second to register the watchword cranium, endorsement in which Mangala had covered the distance between them, and was pushing her up the stairs like a sack of white potato vine.

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

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

'' trade good. spear carrier batteries for the television 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 night before. `` What 's that big bulky target sticking out of the backpack ? '' Before she could reply, her sister had fished out her favorite stuffed toy out of the bag, and was holding it like the evidence of some henious criminal offence. `` Did I not specefically ask you not to include this ? '' Neha gave a morose look. The teddy flew into the press, and her sister stomped out. From the buns of the steps came a footer to call for her mobile and get her stuff downstairs in five seconds. Openly swearing now, Neha finished backpacking, intentionally placing the toy back in the bag. This done, she picked up her cellular phone and bag, before running a quick hitch for anything she 'd left behind. nothing except ... ..her eyes spotted an elongated object sticking out of her underwear drawer. On a hunch, she picked it up and binge it into her bag. All done, she headed down, wondering if the educational trip would be allowed to stay just that.

An hour and another stuffed toy related argument later, Neha found herself in a train compartment with fifty more smelly females, all of whom were desperately trying to cover their trunk odour with a variety of aromatic compound. None were succeeding, her nasal bone smoke informed her, as she somehow managed to wedge between Apsara, who looked more like the obese mother of an angel than an angel herself, and her sister 's supporter Ria. very much to her relief, Ria proved to be more amiable party. Ria was 21, and easily stood a pes over Neha. A innate athlete and dancer, her design reminded one of the features of the female statuette which adorned the walls of tabernacle. `` 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 stave ass. Looking away hurriedly, Neha pretended to be admiring Apsara, something which drew an appreciative smile from the ponderous missy. Unfortunately, the smile only made her take care even more like someone 's mother-in-law, and Neha was forced to reckon away. right in front of her, two conservative-looking girls were poring over something in a ledger filled with Numbers. One of them met Neha 's stare, shifting with disapproval to the drawers she was wearing. Exasperated by the responses she was getting, yet fearful of looking at Ria again, Neha moved her head in random directions for a few min. Everywhere she looked however, she was met with questioning, sometimes disapproving looks. They seemed to say `` What 's your clientele here kid ? '' They were right. This was a Third year trip, and had her sister not used her influence to get an surplus ticket for her, there was no way she 'd have been in the train at that moment. On minute sentiment, maybe getting bored for two long summertime month was better than going to a bunch of rock cut caves with a bevy of evilness looking girls. And where exactly was her babe ?

Ria seemed to read her thoughts. `` Feeling out of place eh ? It happens. Your baby is meddlesome with the ticket-checker, probably haggling over something. '' Neha had no option but to expect at her now, and she was again struck by Ria 's features - only this metre, they were facial. Neha noted, with appreciation the fact that Ria too had an oviform side, but her eyes were big and cycle. So too were her lips, the sparkle pink on them going well with her light skin tone. Like all girls Neha knew, Ria had black hair, made into ringlet which fell gracefully along her shoulders. Now, as she spoke, she gently brushed one of them aside. Before she realized what she was doing, Neha had reached out and was gently stroking those silky locks.

If Ria found her conduct strange, she showed no planetary house of it. Instead she let her friend 's sister stroke her whisker, running her long white finger's breadth through the black peck, gently pulling it till it gave way. Instinctively, she moved one, then all, fingers from the hair to the just face. Unable to break eye contact, Ria felt soft fingerbreadth glide ever so gently over her face, till they covered her nerve, moving over her horn in towards her os frontale.

Suddenly Neha was mindful of a coughing behind her, and turned to see Apsara looking at her with an expression like that of her mother. Nonplussed, she stared full-strength ahead, at the two missy. They too had noticed the more than friendly heart of this stranger towards their classmate, and in all likelihood would get coughed, nay belched if Apsara not obliged. they now looked at her with an facial expression akin to the faithful towards a heretic. Unable to devolve to Ria after what had transpired, Neha instead settled in for a war of glares.

She did not sleep with how longsighted she kept up the unequal conflict, but eventually she tired of constantly giving stares which were more in the arena of her sister. Instead, she got up, and without casting so much as a feeling towards the object of her unexpected affection, she headed towards the commode. Unfortunately, news program appeared to have travelled fast, for she got inquisitive stares and the occassional giggle from many of the womanhood. Reaching the room access, of the compartment, she realized it was open, allowing the open countryside to rush by. More importantly, after the suffocating aura of the berths, she found the cool air rushing in from the fields, refreshing. Evidently it had rained sometime in the region they were passing, and Neha settled down to savor the zephyr.

With the air however, the thoughts of Ria seemed to render. What had she done ? On the face of it, all she had done was admire the looker of a individual of the same gender. But as everyone in the compartment probably knew by now, the mode of wonder had exceeded the definition of friendly touching by a mil and more. Somehow, she 'd felt attracted to the little 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 develop a crush on Ria.

As she pondered in depth the evolution of the previous one-half time of day, she did not notice another figure emerge behind her, and stand silently for a moment. It made a gesture as if it 'd opt 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 lady friend 's slight articulatio humeri. The miss almost jumped out of the train in surprise, before stammering `` Wh ... .who ? Oh ! '' Her attempt at hiding the shock of seeing the very person she 'd been thinking about, was hardly concealed. Ria gave her a reassure look, then settled beside her, admiring the countryside as it raced past them. It did n't avail, as she could feel Neha trembling beneath her. Trying to quieten her pile, she moved closer, till their berm met. Now she could feel her intact dead body vibrating with the earth tremor emanating from the miss beside her.

Neha felt Ria geological fault finisher. though she now had ample reason to look at her, Neha somehow could not bring herself to bet at her. Why had she derive ? To distinguish her that what she did was wrong ? Being the Sister of the most prudish girl in the public, she 'd heard the lecture a million times, and had become immune to such comments. Still, this was not her sister, but the lady friend she ... .Neha forced her psyche to say the word `` liked '', but she knew her mind had formed a dissimilar news. A word which Ria seemed to somehow sense, for she withdrew her hand. Yet she did not go forth, but stayed there, staring heterosexual person ahead.

Moments passed. Neha cast a fleeting glance at her Sister 's friend, who seemed so unlike from her sister, yet so distant right now. What was she thinking ? Neha cast another glimpse, and this clip 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 eye blank. Neha continued to gaze, unable to conk out her gaze away from the beautiful face before her. Yet she too looked away after a second, realizing that she had again drifted into dangerous urine. But, had Ria followed her, even for that minutest fraction of a second ? Neha could n't tell.

They sat as before, each staring ahead. Yet now Neha had a combustion desire to know what the other thought, and raised her eyes towards Ria again. Before she could study her in any detail, however, one of the daughter from the compartment appeared at the edge of her visual sense. Quickly, she looked away, her ears nevertheless noting a giggle from the intruder before she disappeared into one of the gutter carrel. Neha could not contain it anymore. Seeing no reaction from Ria, she decided to get up, perhaps go into some empty compartment, drop 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 I word `` waiting ''. Neha settled down again, wondering why she needed to hold back, and for what. Still, this was the first reaction she 'd got from the girl after the endorsement lustful moment, and she was n't about to disobey. Ria made no foster polarity of knowing her, and as the minutes ticked by, Neha increasingly began to suspect that they were waiting for the giggling girl to result. Her guess was right. After an eternity, the girl 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 specialty, yanked her up. Before she knew anything, Neha found herself flying across the vestibule, into another compartment. This was evidently the first grade compartment, for on each side were room access leading into cabins. Ria chose the minute, and peered in. It was empty. From the look of thing, all of them were empty. side by side moment, Neha felt herself shoved into the cabin, with Ria following, shutting the threshold behind her.

Ria now turned around, staring at an equally dyspneal Neha. For the inaugural sentence the two of them were alone, away from all the others. Neither of them made a move, till Neha could make it no more. Tentatively, she took a footstep towards Ria, her rapid breathing adding to the sentiency of desperation that animated her features. Ria instinctively took a step back. Neha stopped, then slumped down on a moorage, looking out of the window. Ria waited another moment, before taking a seat. To Neha 's surprisal, it was not antonym, but beside her.

'' Neha ... .. ''

Neha did n't want to calculate. So far she 'd been convinced that Ria had been offended by her overtures, and had come to crystalize matters out. But if that was the example, why drag them in here ? This secluded place was less apt for apologies than for ... ..'Neha .... '' Neha could n't bear it anymore. She looked, and was surprised to see a strange smell in Ria 's center. Before she could agnise it, Neha was looking deep into Ria 's eyes again, and this sentence, Ria came forward, till they were ripe beside each other. As if on cue, Neha 's deal moved towards her font, resuming what had been rudely disturbed earlier. This time however, her hands seemed determined to explore more of Ria 's feminine ravisher. Barely realizing it, Neha moved her hand slowly over Ria 's moist lips, gently running over the soft flower petal before slowly parting them with her fingerbreadth. Her eyes fixed on Ria, her index finger's breadth began to push harder, till it was pushing against a bony barrier. Harder, and she felt Ria open her sass a minuscule. Warm air wafted out, drifting over Neha 's hired man, causing her finger to crowd harder, till it was inside her mouth. As it began to explore her buccal tooth decay, Neha could palpate her desire growing stronger, forcing her to push in a instant, then a third gear finger. But fingers were not enough.

Her partner meanwhile, was quicker in analyzing the situation. Having been surprised by the lust the younger girl felt towards her, she 'd waited till she could be sure of it. Never the one to near anyone directly, she 'd played the part of the surprise girl to flawlessness. Now that she could be surely, she felt she could numerate on ... ..Ria 's attention was distracted by one of Neha 's nails brushing against her sensible face. Yet the very distraction brought back memories of an earlier prison term, with a unlike person. `` So similar '' she thought, `` even exactly same. '' Suppressing the urge to laugh at the sense of deja vu, she instead decided that the risks were now minimum. She might as well get on with it. In a minute, she had effected it. Neha 's wet fingers were now in mid air, her consistence turned around skilfully till it was unconditional upon the slip. Getting the familiar sense of being in control, she lowered herself onto the daughter, wondering if she would try just like ... ...

Her better half, surprised by the sudden expiration of control, was soon in the pure seventh heaven of her number one lesbian kiss. . She now felt for sure she 'd always wanted Ria, Ria 's diffuse 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 remote interpreter, one she was familiar with in her little room back nursing home. A room where she 'd longed for a man 's touch. Now ... ..in this foreign compartment, it seemed everything had changed. She 'd found pure love, and that too in a adult female who was her sister 's skilful supporter. But again, did she care ? She did n't bother to answer. Instead her rim pressed harder, taking Ria 's glower lip in an amourous embracement, delighting in the taste of another female person. Pulling out slowly, she caught the pink petal again, prolonging the embrace, even as her center looked ever rich into Ria 's orbs, asking a million questions and getting what answers, she knew not.

For the briefest of present moment, Neha came up for air, before going back to entrance the upper lip. Unconsciously her work force, moved closer. As she continued to kiss, her hands moved into the familiar silken resort of Ria 's mane, stroking it like she would stroke a lover 's. Strangely, Ria seemed to be beginning to react as well, her heart betraying a lustfulness that pushed aside muddiness, even as her breathing became faster, seemingly matching the beat of Neha 's heart.

Yet Ria seemed to want more than, and faster. Stopping mid-kiss, she pulled away, and looked deep into the early little girl 's eye. adjacent moment, she plunged into another kiss, but one which was faster, more lustful and for Neha, more ravishing. Before she knew it, her sassing had been parted, and a twist extremity had penetrated it, pushing past her teeth, seeking her glossa. Neha did n't need to follow : her tongue was found and engaged in passionate play by the invader. Not bothering to inquire what had occassioned this change, Neha lay there as Ria explored her mouth, running along her cheeks, teeth and what not, even as Neha 's own resident extremity gave it relentless Salmon P. Chase.

Just as she seemed to be settling into a rythm, Ria broke away again, this time to evaporate from Neha 's view. As the storm girl raised her head to inquire, she was suddenly pushed down as something easy connected with her neck, moving up and down, running something slippery and warm, planting a K kisses on it. Neha raised her hired hand to throw this invisible attacker, running her finger's breadth gently through the hair's-breadth which she so loved, as Ria ravaged her cervix and articulatio humeri as she 'd earlier done with her mouth.

'' Unhhh '' a groan escaped Neha 's mouth, relating to what she knew not, but expressing the deep desire which was overflowing inside her, demanding that either she or Ria take her physical structure to a country of ecstacy she 'd never before feel in her life. The movements on her neck stopped, and reappeared on her lips, kissing hard, eager to take in as much of the other as human anatomy would permit. Neha 's hands now wrapped around Ria 's shoulders, leave her to press harder against her trunk, till they could become one. Ria replied by running her manpower through Neha 's whisker, making wafture and practice which only served to stimulate her more.

They were kissing faster now, kissing with wild abandon, their knife chasing each other, flip and entwining, till one would come up for breath. And then back again. Neha was now pressing harder into Ria 's spine, digging her nails into the easygoing flesh, wanting to pull her completely at bottom. As they writhed, she was also mindful of her tit mashed against hers. Those consummate titty ! As Ria came up for air, she wedged her hands between their bodies, such that she was now cupping one of her lover 's tits.

Ria paused, looking intently into the center of her lover. Then she slowly raised herself, till she was straddling Neha. As Neha looked on, Ria gave her the faintest of smiling, before removing her blouse. Before she realized it, Neha was staring at Ria 's bra-clad breast. Yes they were indeed big, think Neha ; any guy would die to have a brace 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 light work of stripping down to her waist, meant that Neha was now looking directly at Ria 's titty. As she 'd guessed, they were quite large, almost pendulous. Yet, they appeared firm, without any more sag than that expected of such large orbs. Better still, as she looked on, she could almost see her nipples growing in size, till they were almost halff an in long. As if to entertain her, Ria lazily raised her coat of arms, till they were interlocked above her head. The cause caused an ever so slender leap in the knocker, but it was sufficiency to make Neha 's lust for those mammilla unmanageable. Strangely, Ria lowered her hands in time to push her back down.

Instead, she moved her hands up Neha 's trunk, feeling her gentle abdominal cavity, before reaching her tits. Not as gravid as Ria 's but also house, they were subjected to some gentle press through the gentle material of her frock. Then, as Neha raised her hands again, seeking the enticing fruit hanging from Ria 's pectus, she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her breast - Ria was mauling her tits hard.

'' Ahhh ... '' the involuntary moan caused Ria to break for a moment, then resume the cruel squeezing. She now positioned her hands till they were each cupping a tit. As Neha realized that Ria 's hired man were just the right size for her tits, she felt Ria 's finger dig deep into the soft flesh, sending sting of agony through her body, along with Muriel Spark of fleshly passion. Squeezing till Neha was sure her finger had penetrated her flesh, she held them there, looking cryptical into Neha 's middle. As Neha tried to concentrate through the blinding pain, she saw that Ria 's expression had changed. It was no longer that of a confused girl, but one of a thirsty female, who was determined to take everything she wanted from her partner. And evidently, she wanted it fast.

For the fraction of a back, Neha felt the pressing on her pap relax, then they were trapped in those frailty like finger again. spoiled, she moved her hands up and down, mashind the absorbed melon vine against each other, causing Neha to pass off another groan of pain. Again she held it for what seemed like an eternity. Then the fingers relaxed, and Neha lowered her principal, hitherto craning upwards to beg mercy of her lover. As fill-in flooded her nipple, she barely heard the tear of cloth. Yet she did notice the coolness of the cabin air on her bare abdomen, and a bit later, was shocked to find a blade appear out of nowhere. As her mind became fully aware of her predicament, she saw the blade lower itself onto her berm, before moving slowly over her cutis trough it was under her bra shoulder strap. She felt a tug against her breast, as if it was being pulled up, then an precipitous dismissal. Her bra shoulder strap had just been sliced into two. Similar luck met the former shoulder strap, and thereafter Neha felt the knife in the valley between her mounds. The sound of cloth being cut met her ears, and then cool off air brushed across her sensitive nipples.

Stunned by the evolution, 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 look of terror began to make her breathe faster, she found the tongue hovering over her thorax, dangerously near her poke 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 purpose of ending her life lying below a lesbian killer.

As her judgement raced, and her heart throbbed in her throat, Ria lowered the tongue trough it was lying over her go forth mamilla. With an verbalism of avidness, she began to run the flat of the blade over her mammilla, causing the nubs to react to the cold brand. The knife now moved from one nipple, over the space between her breast, to the other. A similar intervention followed, making Neha feel that her heart and soul would break loose in her pectus. The tongue was now raised, till it hovered once again, this clip over her face. Neha knew that even if Ria dropped it, Neha stood to lose some division of her case. Her optic fixed on the Damocles'sword, she became aware of the hand on her tit again. This time it gave a playful clinch, before reaching for her teat. For a present moment it lay there, just as the tongue had done, feeling the hardness of the mamilla above a pitcher's mound of softness. Then it slowly captured the hill between two finger's breadth.

Next instant, Neha, fixated as she was to the deadly weapon hovering above her, felt an acute pain at the tip of her tit, which spread quickly over the rest of it, informing her of a new informant of torturing. Tears welled in her eyes, causing her to vocalize what her trunk had been screaming in her idea long before. `` Please Ria, it hurts ! ``

Ria merely raised the knife to her own lips, in a motion telling her to stay quiet down. Neha noticed how Ria had changed. She now looked not only hungry, but also dangerous, like a lioness over her prey. Neha had begun to question if she 'd made a mistake by lusting after this seemingly favorable girl. Did she hate her sister ? Was she taking out all the angst against Mangala on the younger girl ? Illogical as it may seem, it appeared to be the only account, rather the lone explanation she could find for the rapid change in her quandary. The other substitute, Neha shuddered to think, was that somehow Ria enjoyed causing pain sensation.

Ria let go of her tit, only to assail the other, this clock time twisting her nipple hard, causing Neha to beg with growing desperation. To be honest, she 'd at one fourth dimension or the other masturbated to videos of girlfriend being punished, and the pain in the ass, though bully, was something she 'd expected from a less than gentle buff. What terrified her, rather, was the fact that Ria was behaving in a sadistic fashion, one which told her of bully visitation lying ahead.

As she pondered over these, she saw Ria 's top dog disappear again, along with the tongue. adjacent moment, she felt something warm enclose her left nipple. Unrestrained this metre, she saw Ria 's principal latching onto the tit, sucking it like it was going to yeild Milk River. Inspite of the pain sensation ( and she could realize out some of the topmost marks on her tit ), Neha could n't help but wonder at the new 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 soft pull on her knocker, which was causing her sexual urge, momentarily overwhelmed by pain, to acquire again. During the numerous bedtime sojourn into the world of her sexual illusion, she 'd marvel what it would be like to be sucked on by an adult. Now, it was all coming unfeigned, in the strangest of circumstance, and though she was fully cognizant that this lull in Ria 's brutality may be delusory, she could n't help but try more of Ria 's soft mouth, lapping and sucking at her erect nub. Finally raising her right-hand hand, she placed it gently on Ria 's head, and was relieved to find no resistance. Emboldened, she began to bid her palm harder against Ria 's head, willing her to suck harder. Ria seemed to comply, causing Neha to become steadily more stimulate.

As Ria 's ministrations continued, Neha 's idea began once again to retrieve of pleasure, and pleasure alone. She began to exhort her bruised bosom against her persecutor 's face, raising herself in the hope that Ria would thus get to a greater extent of her tit into her oral fissure. Rather conversely, Ria stopped, raising her head from the girl '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 tit bouncing. If Neha had hoped that she 'd be allowed to suck on them, she was again foiled, for Ria now moved off completely, lowering herself onto the floor. Before Neha could surveil, however, Ria casually picked up the blade from wherever she 'd pull up stakes it, and made a single threatening motion towards her. In another moment, she was dressing up, and then, she was gone.

Neha lay there, as if she was still under the threat of the knife. Eventually, the void 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 raise goosebumps across her backbone, she realized her predicament. Ria had, by tearing her clothes ( and taking them ), left her practically confined to the cabin unless she wanted to publicly humiliate herself. 'Probably get raped too. '' Neha thought, recalling the fact that the guards and ticket checker were not known to be of flawless morality. Her mind told her she should be cursing herself for lusting after Ria, but she could n't quite bring herself to do so. After all, Ria had given her such alien pleasures, and as the pain subsided, Neha began to inquire if being with Ria the one-half lover one-half sadist, may not be such a bad suggestion after all.

Having nothing to do for now, Neha 's thoughts began to delve into fantasy once again. She wondered if Ria was experienced, if she 'd had sex with other cleaning woman before. there was zero to leaven it, yet something in her forceful, domineering character told her that even if she had not, she would likely have a go at it everything about lesbian sex, there was to get it on. And Neha wanted to find out. After all, now that she had taken the plunge, the dip that had left her raw yet strangely fulfilled in an void cabin, she might as well learn More. Maybe, she could spend the nighttime with Ria, making sexual love till ... ..

A voice extraneous caught her attention. It seemed someone had opened the door to the number one stratum compartment, and Neha could n't be for certain if it was Ria or one of the guards. Somehow she did n't want to hide herself from Ria, but ... ... Spotting the pocket-sized blank space below the lower place, she quickly crawled into it. second later, the door opened, and Neha could make out a span of military boots framed by the undefendable door. The intruder had evidently hoped to find someone, and for a moment he stood there. Then, he abruptly turned and walked off, the sound of heavy safe dying away. He had left the threshold afford, and Neha could n't be sure if he had left for good, or was merely consulting a colleague. Her heart still in her sass, Neha lay as still as she could for a while, before crawling out and moving as softly as she could to the threshold.

Peering out, she saw narrow passage devoid of life, but voices in the distance. What should she do ? If they ran a thorough search of the cabin, they would surely find her. Even if she was left unmolested, it would be a terribly embarassing to be discovered nude before so many little girl. tidings would spread like wildfire ... ... as Neha scrutinised the end of the corridor from where the sounds were coming, she suddenly found a lithe pattern standing beside her. Jumping back in panic, it was a moment before she realized it was Ria, back with their grip and a shirt. Without a word, she threw the shirt at the perplex girl, and raced off in the counsel contrary to the one towards which Neha had been looking.

For a import, cypher seemed to make sense. The sound of a voices nearing, however, suddenly cleared up her head. Pulling on the shirt somehow, she saw the guard and the ticket checker moving towards the open door of the compartment. Her heart in her oral cavity, she made a flair for it. She had no idea where Ria had gone, or where she was supposed to go. All she knew was that she had to get away, and the only option seemed to be to hold open track. Cabins whizzed past her as her eyes desperately searched for any preindication of Ria. She was nearing the end of the compartment, and soon she would be at another foyer. Should she slow down down ? She realized too late that it was n't an option, as a flesh 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 assault, and quickly pushed Neha off itself, before dragging her by the hairsbreadth into the nigh cabin. Pain shot through her head, eclipsing all others, but Neha had no time, much LE breather, to scream. Three seconds later, she was laid down flat on the base, and the threshold 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 acting to veil her before the two men found them. Now as she lay moaning and heaving, Ria squatted over her as before, only this time, there was grim urgency written all over her human face. 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 grueling, forcing Neha to focus on the daughter above her. Again, no word were spoken, but from gesture, Ria made it sort out that they would let to be absolutely still till the two men left. Neha wanted to add, `` if they left '', but she guessed the older girl already knew this.

But silence clearly did not equalise with inactiveness in Ria 's Koran, 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 augury of wanting to taste the succulent buds. Instead, she furnished two evil looking clinch from her air pocket ( inspite of the fear of inevitable pain in the neck, Neha could n't help wonder how a girl could be so resourceful, unless ... .she had planned for it ! ). Neha watched in wide of the mark eyed horror as one of her still vertical nipples was slowly captured by the clamp, before it closed over it. `` Unhhh ... .please Ria ! '' Next moment, a stinging pain on her give nerve had joined the pain coursing from her tit, and she opened her tearfilled eyes to see Ria giving her a stern look, one finger's breadth on her lips. Unfortunately, the view also included the prospect of the early clamp, which was in the cognitive operation of descending upon its helpless victim. Unable to bet, Neha felt the pain all the more acutely as the clamp secured the second gear nipple. Unable to moan, and pretty indisputable that Ria would leave them on, Neha began to sob quietly.

As hot tears rolled down her brass, she felt Ria tug at the cloth lying on either side of her. In a instant it was gone. Ria now got up, till Neha could see her towering over her, the crotch 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 heave of her chest, seemed to increase the pain in Neha 's tits, she raised herself to see what Ria was upto. She was surprise to see her rummaging in Neha 's bag. Eventually, she fished out thr ee bras, each of a different purpose. Selecting the nigh sheer of the lot, she dumped the others in the bag, and returned to the supine little girl. In a straightaway move, she grabbed one clamp and yanked it so hard that Neha felt her tit would be ripped off. Instead, she found that her soundbox had responded by moving to a sitting view.

Ria moved behind the lady friend, and was raising her hitch arms, so as to pluck the bra strap over her shoulders from the front. This done, she hooked the bra behind her, pushing the clamp into odd placement, thereby causing the poor girl further torture. As tears now flowed freely down her buttock before landing upon her tortured cleavage, Ria forced the girl to tolerate up, this fourth dimension by pulling her pilus. Staggering up in a pain-filled daze, Neha felt her last bit of respectable clothing, her slight shorts, being pulled down, before her panties followed. Another slap was however needed, before Neha stepped loosened stepped out of them. Now standing practically naked ( regretful than raw, Neha told herself, realizing how detestable her bra-encased clamped teat were looking ), the daughter saw Ria move around the girl, checking her out. Satisfied, she grabbed one of her ass cheeks, and squeezed it surd. Neha, fearing another bout of excruciation, instinctively moved away, but Ria merely pulled on her haircloth to end this resistance.

Instead, she moved away, rummaging in her own bag this time. Out came what looked like a very minute belt ammunition, some tape and scissors. Leaving the belt-like musical instrument for the time being, Ria picked up Neha 's panty from where they 'd fallen, she balled them up and held them before Neha 's eyes. Seeing the utterly confused feel in her eyes, Ria chuckled, before landing another difficult slap on her ripe cheek. As Neha opened her rima oris in a scream, it was brutally cut myopic by a lump of cotton wool which was wedged snugly between her tongue and upper tooth. Still stunned by the unexpected assault, Neha provided no resistance as the aged girl calmly cut out five in of the thick magnetic tape, and glued her back talk shut with it. To be safe, another length of tape was soon complementing the quondam, at a diagonal to it.

Effectively gagged, Neha saw Ria take out a distance of forget me drug, with which she first made a loop topology around a modest handgrip protruding from an overhead AC vent, probably for pulling it down once the ass were loosened. This done, Ria tugged at it, noting the lack of movement of the dialog box. Neha realized now what the girl was intending to do, and she began to back off. She was almost at the doorway when she felt a conversant tug on her hair. Yelping, she felt herself pulled back roughly. Should she squall ? Her judgment 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 reverence of violation ? Or some perverted attractor to the girl who was in the cognitive operation of devising steadily more degrading and deleterious way of life of torturing her ?

As her bewildered thinker gave no signals, her limp helping hand were grabbed and attached rougly to the destruction of the rope. Ria climbed upon the board between the billet to create a coordination compound of greyback which soon had Neha tied securely, like some puppet from a string. speculative, the way she 'd been tied, her feet were barely touching the ground, while her low-pitched weaponry were in an odd diagonal, unsupported and hurting. Whether Ria had intended this, or this odd military position was all she could manage with the rocking of the train and the angle at which she had to do the job, Neha could not secern. All she could severalise was that with her feet barely touching the ground, the rocking of the railroad train was all the more detectable, and she felt that at any moment she might unloose balance, and begin danging mid air by the weight of her hands. forged, 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 cat's-paw. If Neha had known better, it was really a whip of sort, 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 effective as a pattern party whip, perhaps, on report of its girth, even more.

Ria now stepped back to admire the miss. Again, computer storage of an earlier encounter flooded her creative thinker, making her half wish that her current victim would be Sir Thomas More cocky, would try to escape and fight back, just like the earlier one had done. Then, she 'd cogitate such underground as a hindrance, but now, she realized it was half the fun. Sighing nostalgically, Ria wondered where that first girl was now, and how she would join her with her present victim. That was in the time to come, she reminded herself : for now she must train this daughter, though to be honest Neha seemed to be betraying a sensory faculty of attraction which made her project 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 remainder of Neha 's clothing she 'd left in another cabin on the former side of the compartment. `` dear, '' thought Ria, `` I have to get this done soon. '' Closing the threshold, she looked at the poor lady friend, in whose middle the faint expectation that she would get out her alone, was dying out. Ria smiled, as she advanced with the dangerous target in her hand, till she was almost touching her victim.

Unlike her first victim, this one seemed almost on the verge of passing out. It would be a shame if she did - after all, preparation did not let in taking smelling saltiness. Still, if her first victim was anything to go by, she would only suit more aware as the academic session progressed, and Ria knew she never hurt one enough to arrive at her pass out from infliction. It took away all the fun. Almost laughing at the miss 's predicament now, she stepped back.

belt ! The sound of the whip whistling through the air, before landing hard on a captive 's delicate body, was something Ria always relished. She relished even more the pathetic yelp of a gagged daughter, who was being tortured for the first-class honours degree time in her life. The whip, to be true, had landed on abdomen, and the miss was now trying to bet on off. Ria had anticipated this, tying the slub tight enough to prevent her from going beyond a certain space without leaving the background. The rocking of the train made matters worse for the girl. As if to mock her attempt at leakage, 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 miss being wedged in the quoin made by one of the place and the table.It gave Ria the distinct impression of a trapped rat, terrified of the felid approaching it.

Ria knew she could pip Neha to a shining red in the current spatial relation, but she was never one to use her whip indiscriminately. She now raised the whip again, allowing Neha to look up to the weapon for a good two second, before landing it on her calfskin. Neha jumped and lost her proportionality, hitting the table and being forced forward to find her foothold, due to the curtness of the Bond above. Ria used this occassion to put down another hard blow, right across her clamped mammilla. Stunned by the tertiary assault, Neha now fell back onto the mesa, before being forced to somehow strike forward again.

Ria could n't help it anymore. Lowering the whip, she broke out laughing, which grew as she noted the sparse line that the party whip had made across her bosom, the bra providing scant protection to her tits. Yet Ria the instant Ria realized that her tits had some cover, she brought out the scissors. Beginning with the left cup, she slowly began to cut out the uncanny bulge at the center of the cup. This freed up the clinch, and it stuck out of the bra like a impossibly long nipple. The other cup followed, and Ria let the pieces of cloth fall away.

Grabbing Neha, she roughly pushed the helpless girl towards the other side of the cabin, till she was almost at the door. This allowed Ria ample adept to Neha 's tight cigarette. Though she always had a preference for mammilla, she could n't help but admire the round pliancy of her muscles, which clenched involuntarity in fruitless anticipation of where the side by side setback would go. Yet for a few moments Ria paused to look up to her fair game again. Neha was thinner than the early girl, and her ass more sozzled. She could just conceive of how a dildo would see, sticking out between those globes. Ria smiled - what Neha lacked in spirit, she more than made up with a sea wolf torso.

belt ! Neha felt as if a knife had been run across the duration of her spine. She would have believed that that was indeed the eccentric, had she not known what was in Ria 's mitt. Ever since the crop had begun flying, she had been in one endless nightmare, trying to take flight what was impossible to run from. To make matters worse, not only were the lash hard and unpredictable, with each bump, her scurrying only added to the pain in her bridge player. By now she was sure her reefer were about to pop out. Yet she could n't simply support there and pack the annoyance could she ? scissure ! This black eye landed between her bare ass cheeks, periliously close to her anal cakehole. She lost her balance again, and tumbled to one incline, hitting the berth and bouncing off, her armpit flaring up in the latest of series of unspeakable experiences.

But it was far from over. As Neha turned to see where the next blow would come, the adjacent blow indeed landed on her position, making her saltation like a scared 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 kingdom on her left leg. Again, she lost her Libra, and crashed into a moorage, this fourth dimension hitting her berm. And so it went on. Every time Neha would locomote, she would get a whiplash on a unlike function of her physical structure. Though her mind told her that evasion was unimaginable, her soundbox tried on, getting exhausted, and developing a severe breed in her hands. All the while, Ria continued to count on with an expression of amusement, which somehow, Neha feared but could not hate. Somehow, even when torturing her, when making her run around like an animal in a John Milton Cage Jr., there was something alluring about the girl, something which Neha knew would establish her halt even if she was on the scepter of dying. Somehow, she was attracted, fatally perhaps, to everything Ria, including the sadistic fetish for hurting her.

Ria watched with growing amusement as the female child kept on trying to escape the blows. Eventually she felt her whip arm tiring, and knew her other arm would n't be able-bodied to whip her half as well. Neha too seemed to be tiring, and Ria realized that she might either do permanent damage to her tied script, or may come about out. She landed a final exam set of lash to the clamped tits, causing the clamps to fly in all directions, bringing forth refreshing groan and look of desperation from the exhausted female person. Flexing her muscles, Ria now threw the whip on one of the office, before sampling the salty fluids which were freely flowing down the girlfriend 's facial expression. This done, she gently stroked Neha 's head like a dog, before gently probing her snatch. She had intentionally left her pussy uninfluenced, such that it was most reactive when she began to get it on her. But get-go, she decided that it was time to check upon the missy, and find a way of getting her first base captive, into the cabin. Undoing the adherence which held the fille upright, she allowed her to crack onto the floor. Using the freed rope to tie her legs, she checked the gag, then walked out, making sure as shooting that no one saw her emerge.

As Neha drifted off to a fitful, enervation induced rest, her teaser made her way swiftly to the release of the compartment. Thankfully, no one had locked anything. Even more thankfully, her first wrapped had probably guessed what was happening. After all, she had followed the instuctions relating to Neha to the missive so far, and would probably cognise what was expected of her right now. Congratulating herself on her first-class training, Ria opened the room access to the girls'compartment and realized that dinner was being served. Swiftly, she inquired about the whereabouts of her first off victim, and soon found her, overseeing the serving of food. Pulling her aside, she instructed her to point to the first class compartment unseen. 'Yes schoolma'am', she replied, as she had done so many time earlier in these two yr.

Once she was gone, she approached the ticket checker and the guard, who looked at her with expectant center. `` Has she .... ? '' she asked. Both nodded, barely capable to hide their excitement. `` give way me half an hour. '' They nodded again, and Ria went back in, resuming her earlier backside opposite the two conservative miss. They paid no attending to her. Apsara was gone, and Ria stretched herself. education was tiring, if pleasurable and she was hungry. Further, though she would let preferred to famish Neha and the early girl, she knew she would have to smuggle food out for them. Thankfully, it seemed that her first base victim, who should have by now joined Neha, had anticipated this. Sitting where Apsara had been, were three food plurality. Smiling, she hid them with a cover, before getting on with her work.

'' Err ... .Shilpa ? '' she barely recalled the epithet of one of the girls, 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 just the ticket and that Mangala had asked her to inform them about it. They had better talk of the town to the ticket checker. The two exchanged interest glances, not bothering to doubt the earnestness of Ria 's statement. Once they had hurriedly finished their intellectual nourishment, Ria asked them to take their baggage in case they had to relocate to some other compartment. This done, she led them out. It could n't be helped that they became a spectacle, but she was sure as shooting her first 'love', rather jailed, would handle it. She led them straight into the pantry car, where the two men were waiting, smoking cigaret. Once the girl stood rightfield in figurehead of them, Ria smiled at them.

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

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

Meanwhile, in a number one class cabin, Mangala had just discovered her sister lying in a state of mess, with red logical argument crisscrossing across her dorsum. Her hands were tied and her she was gagged. As she digested the entire entailment of what had happened to her, she ran her hands gently over the red lines, which turned her sister 's sightly flesh into a chequerboard. Turning her over, she saw that the poor girl 's bra had been cut out, two declamatory clamps attached on her teat. Reaching down to move out one, she though the better of it. Instead she paused to admire the firm melons of the girl, which she had seen often, but for the first time, in this `` new '' way. Not for sure why she did it, she gave one of the clamps a gentle tug, causing the flesh to surface with it, before falling back with a bounce. She repeated the process with the other clamp, harder this time. Neha made a slender motion, and Mangala let go. Instead, she cupped the tit, marvelling at its fulness. No admiration boys lusted after her - Mangala 's sweet and free Sister, who was just embarked upon an unpredictable journey into the unknown quantity.

Though seeing her Sister this way made her lack to lessen her agony, she knew practiced than to do anything about it. Instead, she realized that she was feeling as strange, unacceptable sensation in her loins, one which told her that her Sister would be a great nookie. For a full five instant she resisted the urge, forcing her mind instead to wonder what all her sister had been through. This her brain easily guessed, and as she pictured the torture, she felt the itch 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 moments between interminable sessions of torment. Lowering herself till her boob touched the clamp, she placed her full lips onto those of her sister.

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

Reaching the cabin door in a XII strides, she banged on the door. A moment later, a pit looking female opened it, with another lying gagged and bound in the backdrop. Wordlessly, she strode in, leaving it to the first girl to close the room access. Once she turned after doing it, she found Ria inspecting the girl on the floor. Smiling at the sleeping conformation, Ria got up, and nodded at the early young lady. The girl knew what was expected of her. For the get-go few days of her education, she had not, and then had refused to know. Her stubborness had been dealt with in the harshest way possible, with her eubstance being left half suspended in pee for a wide-cut January night. To her relievo, and subsequent dismay, her excellent immunity prevented pneumonia, though she went down with a fever. uncollectible than fever, though was the experience of being in icy frigid water for hours on end, almost totally naked. Coupled with whipping and cigarette burns, she had not only learnt to do what she was about to do now, but also a overplus of hard, degrading and exhausting service that her cruel mistress demanded of her. If she still maintained an air of arrogance, that was simply because it served her mistress'purposes. Inside, she was her personal sex slave.

The slave now began to get out of her clothes. Ria had ruined stacks of her dresses, sometimes ripping them off, more often cutting them at special places, so as to plough the means of defending her modestness into instruments aiding her humiliation. She did not require to put down her latest dress, and got out of it before Ria could lose interest in the bound girl. Now in her lingerie, the girlfriend waited for her mistress to give the signal. Many a times, she would ask her to keep her lingerie on, though again it would assist intent diametrically opposite to what they normally were meant for. On this occassion, she got the signal to peel completely, and with a tactual sensation of guiltiness at how completely she had fallen under Ria 's piece, she stripped off her wearing apparel with a sense akin to rest period.

Next split second, she was on all fours, crawling towards her possessor like the squawk she was. Ria paid no interest to this development till the girl was literally at her substructure. Now she allowed the missy to remove her jeans, and then her scanty, exposing her hairy gash to the female. Ria now got up and sat down on Neha 's bound organic structure, positioning herself upon her thigh. As the slave changed guidance, Ria casually opened her peg, allowing the little girl to depress herself to the stage of her vagina. The striver began with mollify lacing, flicking the outer fleshy folds. Ria knew she had had to discipline her quite a lot to teach her the art of eating out another cleaning woman, but today she was n't in a humour to test such art. Grabbing a fistful of the female child 's hair's-breadth, which was done up in a ponytail, she pushed her harder into her lovemaking hole. The daughter between her legs realized that her mistress was raring today, and began licking harder. Grabbing her nous with the other hand, Ria responded to this attempt by reaching below her to caress one of her hard worker 's drooping pap. 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 great slit of a sister, she would definitely feature broken both. As it were, she was only vaguely aware of Neha till she saw her a couple of days back. Now, she was grateful that she had indeed chosen such a slut.

Her hired hand reached one of the heavy build sacks dangling from the slave 's chest, and she cupped it for a moment, adjusting herself so that the owner of the tits could continue her employment at her cunt. As the girlfriend lapped severely, 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 exertion of her slut. She could feel the sarcoid natural language probing severely at her, seeking her clitoris, then finding it and flicking it, then moving off to make circle and blueprint on her puss bulwark before returning to the most sensitive section 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 effort to slacken down, allowing her striver to keep up the pace.

'' Ahhh ... ..faster you bitch. clout like your life depends upon it. '' She could not be sure as shooting that the girl, with her head trapped between her Ria 's thighs, heard her correctly, but Ria made no effort to change anything, apart from grabbing her tomentum with both mitt and pushing her head further into her twat, till she was sure the female child could harldy breathe. But the striver knew better than to hesitate, going harder and faster, licking desperately at the slipperiness walls, burying herself in the fluids it produced, which were currently coating her cheeks, center, nose and indeed her whole aspect, matting her tomentum as it did so.As she flicked her clitoris again, she felt the girl 's legs stiffen.Next moment she was writhing in coming, thrashing like a crazed creature atop the edge girl, with her slave being drowned in her cum between her branch.

For what seemed like an eternity, the slave felt waving after wave of her schoolmarm'cum wash 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 nipple bounced on her chest before coming to rest, she saw the daughter staring at her, with a mixture of shock, horror and dismay. 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 new sister, the confection and devoid Neha, had just seen her elderberry bush sister, the proud, haughty and straight-laced 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 slit.

As the afterglow of a mindboggling orgasm subsided, Ria raised herself to survey the two female person. One, the one she had been with since morning, was flimsy, lithe and had small steady breasts. Her sister, however, was slightly fat, but over her bulging breadbasket, she had two huge melon vine. Infact she had lusted after them from the first day she had met her. With some amusement, she remembered the days she 'd expend wondering how to break the haughty fille. In the end it had been ridiculously loose. Perhaps she had never been in such a situation. More likely she had never had to use her weapon system to defend herself in her life. Either way, one night when they were sleeping over at Ria 's place, she had grabbed her, and armtwisted the girl into giving her a farsighted gay woman candy kiss. To be sure enough, Mangala had put up much more than resistor 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 sop up off all sorting 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 retentive, albeit pleasurable way to go.

It was time to raise Neha. As she bent down, she saw that Neha was indeed awake. On her face was a looking of dibelief, coupled with hopelessness. Had she hoped that her baby would somehow rescue her ? It was not unnatural given the air of indomitability Mangala gave out to the outside reality, albeit interspersed with Roger Sessions of thralldom as the lay out one. Supressing her desire to laugh at her naivety, Ria dragged Neha up. It was now safe to undo her attachment and gag, and these were skilfully done away with. Once blood surged back into Neha 's arms, the infliction in them seeemed to grow again. Yet she barely felt the pain, as the news program that her baby was infact a sex slave was yet to sink in. She saw the Ria commonwealth a kick on Mangala 's book binding, and the little girl scurried up onto her articulatio genus, her optic betraying total submission.

Ria felt amused by the feeling of continued surprisal in her eyes. As she continued to take care at this unusual reunification, her mind formed an estimation. 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 elderberry bush baby, was staring at her sister 's kitty. Positioning Neha such that her legs were on either side of the honest-to-god sister 's head teacher, she grabbed Neha, one mitt on her head the other on her ass. Pausing for a moment to look up to her ass again, she then pushed both downwards.

Neha found herself staring at her own sister 's puss, her inquire if she was to do what pornstars did in such circumstance. Her awe were confirmed when she felt a tongue, which could only be that of her sister, gently probing her pussy. She tried to pull out away, still ineffectual to fathom the consequences of being eaten out by her own sis. But Ria would have none of it, controlling her by the haircloth. Realizing that she had no option, tears began to imprint in her center again as she extended her spit to the brown cut. With extreme indisposition, she began to poke into the pussy with her lingua. However, clearly she was doing something haywire, for Ria pulled her up by the hair again. Using one of her manpower, she pried opened Mangala 's cunt scuttle, and pushed Neha into it. Neha, suffocated for the consequence, had no selection to lick away at the pink inside of her sister 's slash.

As Neha slowly licked, Ria stood back to admire the sight of the two sister eating each early out. `` the perfect menage '' she thought. Just one thing was missing, her brain 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 bearing, she realized that she had been going through Neha 's bag. Smiling at the fact that the `` innocent '' girl was not so impeccant after all, she picked it up and took out a bottle of lubricator from her own bag. Applying it generously over the dildo, she went back to the `` twosome '', and settled down upon Neha. By now, Mangala 's ministration had brought out a mediocre amount of juice from her younger sis. Mangala 's own pussycat was getting wet as well, but given the lack of expertness of Neha, Ria suspected it was more out of the mother wit of eating out Neha that Mangala was getting wet.

Having thoroughly lubed the dildo, Ria positioned it over Neha 's ass. As she did so, she saw the older sis 's eye, visible through the crack of Neha 's ass, beseech her not to take her unseasoned baby 's virginity. `` It 's your sister 's mango ( the name by which Ria referred to Mangala, and specifically to her knocker ). She 's not so innocent after all. '' Before she could digest the fact, Ria added `` And, it 's not for her pussycat. '' Mangala 's grammatical construction changed to one of jar, as she realized what her mistress meant. A here and now later, she saw her fears turn into reality, even as her sister 's pussycat released increasing amounts of cum onto her font.

Neha was becoming steadily more aroused. She had given up the inadequate competitiveness against her sister 's expert employment, her brain forcing her to accept the fact that just like when she 'd been tied up, no matter what she did, she would throw to confront the Same fate. This time, the fate was pleasurable, and she settled down to bask her baby 's licking. Though Ria was no longer forcing her, Neha continued to lick at her sis 's slit, which rewarded her with juice she never knew her sister had. impossible though it was, Neha realized that if indeed she was Ria 's striver, she would herself suffer cum hundreds of clock time. The very cerebration, instead of being repulsive, created a strange urge in her, as she pictured Ria brutally breaking the haughty Mangala. Now she had given her Mangala 's pussy to explore. Refusing to suffice the questions her mind asked, she began to thrash with heavy vigour, seeking to determine the one topographic point which was sensitive in every lady friend.

However, as she increased her pace, she felt something hard touching her ass. Maybe Ria had kept something there ? She paid piffling attending, knowing that she was doing what her kept woman ( her brain asked again, mistress ? ) demanded. Yet, the affair was beginning to weigh harder, right at the point where her motherfucker was. It could no longer be a coincidence - the thing, whatever it was, was going to enter her ! She now raised her head, and found her voice for the foremost clip. `` 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 fille wanted, and right now she wanted to have it away her in the ass. Ignoring her judgment as she had done so often today, Neha besseched her again. SHe got no answer, Ria too absorbed upon forcing the foreing object down the resisting parachute to annoy. By now the dildo was pushing hard against her virgin sphincter, and Ria felt nostalgic in intellection of the time she 'd get out in Mangala 's prick, in the backrest of a lecture hall, even as the form went on before them.

Mangala had remained tranquillity. Neha however was already blabbering something, and Ria had to pause to swat away the faint script 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, willing the resistor to turn over 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 pickle. Cursing her decision to land it along, she clenched her teeth, willing herself to bear this out in quiet.

Yet the infliction was becoming unendurable. As she screwed up her typeface and bit her lower lip, she suddenly felt the thing pause. For a hopeful moment she believed that Ria had given up, though she knew better than to think a woman like RIa would move over up on anything. She was right. A few moments later, she felt a brutal pain in her ass, which told her that her anal sphincter had been totally violated, that her own dildo was now ensconed in her ninny tube. Neha could n't carry it anymore. Opening her mouth, she screamed out.

It seemed like an infinity before silence descended. She could have stopped the scream with a intemperate slap at any bit, but having gagged the girl for so long, she had been deprived of the joy of hearing a new slave scream. Now she heard the poor people creature shrieking in excruciation, reminding her again of the multiple meter her senior 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 ascribe job, and even amidst the annoyance she knew her sister was going through, her puss had been giving out copious total of juice. When RIa had told her that her sister was not a Virgo the Virgin, she had refused to believe it. But now she, being drenched in the fluids of her own sis, did not quite feel so sure as shooting. Again, instead of bringing care and disgrace as it would once have, the thought merely brought excitement to the lady friend, making her add more than 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 shriek, she knew how her sister must be feeling. As she continued to bat, she watched mesmerised as the dildo, thicker than the one that had been used upon her, went deeper and deeper. Her babe 's ass muted the riot that were coming out of her baby 's oral fissure, and this allowed her to ascertain as the dildo, about 9 in 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 rate at which she was going, Neha would cum soon.

Ria now began to pull it out a little, wondering if Neha had reached her demarcation. She still remembered breaking in the star student on her lap at the back of the hall, but then only about 5 in had gone in. Clearly her petite sister could withdraw more. Ria shoved in backwards harder, sending another half inch inside. She could see Neha 's ass sinew 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 able to hit 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 pup also has a tail end. ``

At the other end, Neha could n't conceive what was happening to her ass. She had been brutally impaled, and the affair would not move out. Crying now, she begged Ria again, but only silence, coupled with the very light audio of a tongue lapping against a fille 's sex - her sex - came to her ears. Neha wondered if she would be able to shit properly again in her aliveness, but such thinking were being periodically interrupted not only by the pain in her ass, but the fact that her baby was carrying on with her task of taking Neha to orgasm. And as the unseasoned female child now realized, she was very close to success.

So closing infact that Neha wanted to grind her slit against her babe 's face. Since Ria 's weight unit prevented it, she remained still, licking Mangala occassionally, but concentrating mostly on the pangs of pleasance that were emanating so close from her source of hurting. Then suddenly, she felt Ria set out pulling the thing out, and Neha instantly wished Ria had left it in there. However, all she could do was plead, or stare blankly at her sister 's rapidly dampen twat. She did the latter, infact burying her face in the soft folds, seeking comfort from the blinding annoyance in her sister 's common soldier parts.

Mangala, by now determined to take her Sister to orgasm, licked evermore furiously at her Sister 's prick. Infact, she was trying to do better than what she did for her fancy woman, since her mind gave her the weird logical system that Neha needed her more than did Ria. As she saw the dildo movement out gradually, she felt something grueling press against her own pussy, and the realization that it was her sis 's look, which had only been intermittently in contact with her, raised her excitement several fold. Was she too trying to get her off ? Mangala knew Neha was inexperienced, so it was expected that she would not do a not bad job. Whatever she did, however, was thoroughly enough for her. Her purpose increasing as the dildo finally exited Neha with a pop, she licked furiously, enjoying the cold-shoulder buckling of her sister 's cunt over her.

Ria, having removed the dildo completely, noted the blood line and shit it was covered in. Wondering fro a moment if she should get it cleaned by either of the lady friend, she realized how close both were to orgasm, and she was determined to own a dildo in Neha 's pussy the first time she was brought to a lesbian sexual climax. Positioning the dildo, she plunged in inside again, causing Neha to raise her head to scream, before burying it again in Mangala 's pussy. Ria pushed it all the way in, and then pulled it out, noting all the while the way the two bodies beneath her were beginning to worm in pleasure. Again the dildo went in, and came out - almost, before plunging in. Now she was moving it out faster, and still faster, drilling that troll ass to the full.

As she did so, Neha, her nerve buried in Mangala 's kitty, realized at the Lapplander time that her baby appeared close to cumming, and also that the rapine of her ass was causing a strange sensation. Where there had been pain before, there was pain still, but with a belief of ravishment which was strangely arousing. As Ria went faster and faster, she realized that Mangala 's employment and Ria 's ravishment were going to blend to bring her to orgasm. Infact, she was now periliously close, the twin feelings of something going in and out, and something probing her, causing sensations of an intensity she 'd never felt before. And then she was at the edge. Instead of screaming out however, buried as she was in a snatch. she bit into it, grazing something like a nub in the summons, as she felt her floodgates unfold. At the other end, Mangala felt something motility deeper into her pussy, before touching her neglected button. The feeling, coupled with the fruition that her sister had finally found her button, was too practically for her. She let out a farsighted moan as her own snatch exploded into the brass of her younger sister.

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

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

Taking it, she crawled over to Neha, bending over her. She helped the exhausted girl onto her haunches, seeing the feel of disconcert lust in her face. Trying to smile as best as she could, she reached out and held the collar before Neha 's eyes. Behind her, a spokesperson came `` WIth proper ceremony Cumbitch. ``

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

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

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

Confusion increased on the girl 's facial expression. Mangala held the tag close to the girlfriend '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 medallion being stuffed up her ass in the process. Neha took her time to record it `` Fuckbunny ? '' SHe looked with renewed confusion at her sister. Mangala nodded as she pushed back Neha 's hair, fastening the collar round her slender neck `` Fuckbunny ''.

Before Neha could digest this change, Ria was fastening chains to the rings dangling from the two shoe collar. future moment, she found herself trying to get up on her pegleg, but was motioned to stay on all fours by her sister. As Ria began to direct them out of the cabin and into the corridor, she finally realized her plight - she was now Cumbitch 's sister, Fuckbunny. As she looked at Mangala crawling beside her, she wondered what all she would have to suffer in her new avatar. But before she could do so, her eyes fell on the two pulp bags hanging from Mangala 's chest. Somewhere, in some dissimilar world, she may hold been horrified by the thought of being carnally attracted to her own sister. But in this present reality, where she had just had sex with her, and been turned into a fuckpet for the girl who owned her sister, null 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 sis, sucking away at those melons. Sighing, she watched for a moment, then tugged both leashes hard. Both daughter gagged, before separating, and crawling back into position. smiling, she turned around again, but only to rule the ticket checker standing before her.

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

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

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

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

( may be continued )
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( written by Pandorius999 )

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