`` An unexpected Journey ''

Neha stood in front of the mirror, staring at her bantam 5'2 soma, straightening her blue blouse, before moving to the trunks she had paired with them. Noticing a cold-shoulder blemish on the right leg, she turned to change it, before stopping herself. It was an educational tripper after all, that too with her elder sister and her Friend. Dropping the plan to change her shorts, she began to apply sun blocker to her face, preparing for the hot sun that beat down outside.

As she applied the cream generously over her oval face, before rubbing some more on her os frontale and over her eyelid, she again paused to train herself out. Barring the fact that she had some white strokes of excess ointment making not so esthetic pipeline on her impertinence, she looked pretty much the way she wanted to appear. At 19 and just out of her first gear year in a girls'college, Neha may have some crazy ideas about what the world wanted a young lady to look like, but no one could traverse that she was pretty. If her don were to be believed, it was her almond shaped oculus, rare for her community of interests, set on a slightly extended face, with high eyebrows and perfective tense lips, which made her the cynosure of all optic. That those oculus had hitherto been those of ageing auntie, street ragtag and bobtail and ofcourse her prude of a sister, was not her fault. As she adjusted the heterosexual person shoulder length tomentum which completed her physiognomy, she was filled with the all too comrade yearning to be appreciated by a man. With her expression, why would n't they ? But first, she 'd have to find a way of evading her sister 's iron cargo deck, something she 'd not yet been capable to do. Sighing, she reminded herself that it was an educational trip after all.

'' Neha ! '' Somewhere from the profundity of an all too familiar world, came the voice of her mother. 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 ally Ria standing around what looked like their luggage. THeir mother was standing a little away, by the kitchen sideboard, asking if they would need anything else.

'' Mom if I needed anything else, I 'd give added it already. Now if you 'd do as I asked you to, maybe your girl will be able to just entrance the wagon 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 younger sibling. `` My costly baby fille, if you could kindly get your things set up instead of staring at your cranium, we 'd all be much obliged. '' It took Neha a few second gear to file 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 bedaze lady friend was in her room once again, Mangala wasted one breathing place complaining about the mickle in the elbow room, before shifting to particular. `` Did you pack all I asked you to ? ``

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

'' commodity. Extra electric battery for the tv camera ?'

'' Yes ''

And so it went on, till Neha was quite sure they 'd pass the day checklisting every article in her elbow room. This, after Mangala had personally supervised her packing the dark before. `` What 's that big bulky object sticking out of the backpack ? '' Before she could reply, her baby had fished out her favorite stuffed toy out of the bag, and was holding it like the evidence of some henious crime. `` Did I not specefically ask you not to admit this ? '' Neha gave a sour tone. The shift flew into the wardrobe, and her babe stomped out. From the rear end of the stairs came a footnote to take her Mobile River and get her stuff downstairs in five indorsement. Openly swearing now, Neha finished packing, intentionally placing the toy back in the bag. This done, she picked up her electric cell and pocketbook, before running a spry chit 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 remain just that.

An 60 minutes and another stuffed toy related tilt later, Neha found herself in a train compartment with 50 more smelly female, all of whom were desperately trying to enshroud their body odour with a variety of aromatic compound. None were succeeding, her adenoidal good sense informed her, as she somehow managed to force between Apsara, who looked more like the rotund female parent of an angel than an angel herself, and her sister 's friend Ria. lots to her respite, Ria proved to be more amiable company. Ria was 21, and easily stood a foot over Neha. A raw athlete and professional dancer, her bod reminded one of the features of the female figurines which adorned the walls of temples. `` 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 grin from the heavy girl. Unfortunately, the smile only made her reckon even more like someone 's mother-in-law, and Neha was forced to look away. rightfield in figurehead of her, two conservative-looking little girl were poring over something in a book filled with identification number. One of them met Neha 's stare, shifting with disapproval to the shorts she was wearing. Exasperated by the reply she was getting, yet trepid of looking at Ria again, Neha moved her header in random charge for a few minutes. Everywhere she looked however, she was met with inquiring, sometimes disapproving expression. They seemed to say `` What 's your business organization here kid ? '' They were right. This was a Third twelvemonth trip, and had her sister not used her influence to get an spear carrier ticket for her, there was no way she 'd have got been in the train at that consequence. On second thought, maybe getting bored for two foresightful summertime months 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 persuasion. `` Feeling out of spot eh ? It happens. Your sister is busy with the ticket-checker, probably haggling over something. '' Neha had no pick but to appear at her now, and she was again struck by Ria 's feature article - only this metre, they were nervus facialis. Neha noted, with appreciation the fact that Ria too had an oval face, but her eyes were big and round. So too were her lips, the light source pinko on them going well with her light hide tincture. Like all girls Neha knew, Ria had black hair, made into coil 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 sleek locks.

If Ria found her demeanour strange, she showed no sign of it. Instead she let her protagonist 's sister stroke her hair, running her tenacious white fingers through the black plenty, gently pulling it till it gave way. Instinctively, she moved one, then all, finger from the hair to the fair cheek. ineffectual to check eye contact, Ria felt soft fingerbreadth glide ever so gently over her aspect, till they covered her cheeks, moving over her nose towards her forehead.

Suddenly Neha was aware of a coughing behind her, and turned to see Apsara looking at her with an manifestation like that of her mother. Nonplussed, she stared heterosexual ahead, at the two young lady. 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 close towards a heretic. ineffectual to fall to Ria after what had transpired, Neha instead settled in for a war of glower.

She did not eff how long she kept up the unequal struggle, but eventually she tired of constantly giving stares which were more in the knowledge base of her sister. Instead, she got up, and without casting so much as a tone towards the target of her unexpected warmheartedness, she headed towards the toilet. Unfortunately, newsworthiness appeared to let travelled fast, for she got inquisitive stares and the occassional giggle from many of the women. Reaching the threshold, of the compartment, she realized it was open, allowing the surface countryside to race by. More importantly, after the suffocating atm of the berths, she found the cool air rushing in from the W. C. Fields, refreshing. Evidently it had rained sometime in the realm they were passing, and Neha settled down to enjoy the air.

With the gentle wind however, the thoughts of Ria seemed to return. What had she done ? On the face of it, all she had done was admire the knockout of a person of the same gender. But as everyone in the compartment probably knew by now, the manner of admiration had exceeded the definition of friendly touching by a mile and more. Somehow, she 'd experience attracted to the young lady as she 'd not been to any other person. Had Ria too admired her ? She 'd always wanted to be admired by a man, but at that moment she desperately wanted to be appreciated by Ria. Unknowingly, she 'd developed a jam on Ria.

As she pondered in profundity the developments of the previous one-half hour, she did not observe another human body emerge behind her, and stand silently for a moment. It made a motion as if it 'd prefer to go back, then stopped. Sighing, it lowered itself beside the retrospecting girl. Getting no reaction from her, she gently placed a mitt over the miss 's thin shoulders. The missy almost jumped out of the power 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 reassuring smell, then settled beside her, admiring the countryside as it raced past them. It did n't help, as she could smell out Neha trembling beneath her. Trying to lull her down, she moved closer, till their shoulders met. Now she could feel her entire body vibrating with the microseism emanating from the girl beside her.

Neha felt Ria duty period closer. though she now had ample reasonableness to count at her, Neha somehow could not bring herself to look at her. Why had she come in ? To narrate her that what she did was wrong ? Being the sister of the most puritanical little girl in the world, she 'd heard the lecture a million times, and had become resistant to such comments. Still, this was not her baby, but the female child she ... .Neha forced her mind to say the Good Book `` liked '', but she knew her mind had formed a unlike Scripture. A Book which Ria seemed to somehow mother wit, for she withdrew her hand. Yet she did not pass on, but stayed there, staring straight ahead.

Moments passed. Neha cast a flutter glimpse at her babe 's friend, who seemed so different from her sister, yet so remote right now. What was she thinking ? Neha cast another coup d'oeil, and this time Ria met her gaze. Their centre 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 center blank. Neha continued to stare, unable to violate her regard away from the beautiful face before her. Yet she too looked away after a instant, realizing that she had again drifted into dangerous waters. But, had Ria followed her, even for that minutest fraction of a second ? Neha could n't tell.

They sat as before, each staring ahead. Yet now Neha had a electrocution desire to know what the other thought, and raised her centre towards Ria again. Before she could study her in any detail, 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 intruder before she disappeared into one of the gutter cubicle. Neha could not birth it anymore. Seeing no reaction from Ria, she decided to get up, perhaps go into some void 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 single word `` Wait ''. Neha settled down again, wondering why she needed to wait, and for what. Still, this was the first of all chemical reaction she 'd got from the girl after the second base lustful bit, and she was n't about to disobey. Ria made no further foretoken of knowing her, and as the minute of arc ticked by, Neha increasingly began to suspect that they were waiting for the giggling girl to leave. Her guess was right. After an eternity, the girl emerged and headed back, serenading the duo 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 showtime family compartment, for on each side were room access leading into cabins. Ria chose the second, and peered in. It was vacate. From the looking at of matter, all of them were evacuate. adjacent 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 initiative time the two of them were alone, away from all the others. Neither of them made a move, till Neha could take it no more. Tentatively, she took a whole step towards Ria, her rapid external respiration adding to the sense of desperation that animated her features. Ria instinctively took a step back. Neha stopped, then slumped down on a built in bed, looking out of the window. Ria waited another bit, before taking a keister. To Neha 's surprise, it was not opposite, but beside her.

'' Neha ... .. ''

Neha did n't want to look. So far she 'd been convinced that Ria had been offended by her overtures, and had come to clear matters out. But if that was the font, why drag them in here ? This secluded station was less apt for excuse than for ... ..'Neha .... '' Neha could n't bear it anymore. She looked, and was surprised to see a strange looking at in Ria 's centre. Before she could realize it, Neha was looking deep into Ria 's eyes again, and this meter, Ria came forward, till they were right beside each other. As if on cue, Neha 's hands moved towards her face, resuming what had been rudely disturbed earlier. This clip however, her hands seemed determined to explore more of Ria 's feminine beauty. Barely realizing it, Neha moved her hand slowly over Ria 's moist lips, gently running over the soft petal before slowly parting them with her fingers. Her heart fixed on Ria, her index finger finger began to force harder, till it was pushing against a bony barrier. Harder, and she felt Ria give her mouth a little. Warm air wafted out, drifting over Neha 's hand, causing her fingerbreadth to bear on harder, till it was inside her mouth. As it began to research her buccal cavity, Neha could feel her desire growing stronger, forcing her to tug in a second, then a one-third finger's breadth. But fingers were not enough.

Her partner meantime, was quicker in analyzing the berth. Having been surprised by the luxuria the younger girl felt towards her, she 'd waited till she could be surely of it. Never the one to approach anyone directly, she 'd played the part of the surprised daughter to perfection. Now that she could be sure, she felt she could numerate on ... ..Ria 's attention was distracted by one of Neha 's nails brushing against her tender cheeks. Yet the very distraction brought back memories of an to begin with time, with a different mortal. `` So exchangeable '' she thought, `` even exactly Lapplander. '' Suppressing the itch to laugh at the sense of deja vu, she instead decided that the hazard were now minimal. She might as well get on with it. In a consequence, she had effected it. Neha 's wet fingers were now in mid air, her body turned around skilfully till it was directly upon the moorage. Getting the familiar signified of being in control condition, she lowered herself onto the young lady, wondering if she would taste just like ... ...

Her partner, surprised by the sudden loss of control, was soon in the saturated cloud nine of her number one lesbian osculation. . She now felt sure enough she 'd always wanted Ria, Ria 's sonant lips to be exact. She felt sure her attraction was aboriginal, something which she 'd not clearly realized. Why how when. Neha 's mind asked in a removed interpreter, one she was familiar spirit with in her picayune elbow room back rest home. A 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 just booster. But again, did she care ? She did n't annoy to reply. Instead her brim pressed harder, taking Ria 's depressed lip in an amourous embrace, delighting in the taste of another female. Pulling out slowly, she caught the pink petal again, prolonging the embrace, even as her oculus looked ever deeper into Ria 's orbs, asking a million interrogative sentence and getting what answers, she knew not.

For the briefest of bit, Neha came up for air, before going back to capture the pep pill lip. Unconsciously her deal, moved closer. As she continued to kiss, her hands moved into the familiar spirit silken safety of Ria 's mane, stroking it like she would stroke a buff 's. Strangely, Ria seemed to be beginning to react as well, her heart betraying a lecherousness that pushed aside confusion, even as her ventilation became faster, seemingly matching the beat of Neha 's philia.

Yet Ria seemed to want more, and faster. Stopping mid-kiss, she pulled away, and looked deep into the other girlfriend 's eyes. next moment, she plunged into another candy kiss, but one which was faster, more lustful and for Neha, more ravishing. Before she knew it, her lips had been parted, and a writhing appendage had penetrated it, pushing past her teeth, seeking her tongue. Neha did n't require to comply : her tongue was found and engaged in passionate child's play by the invader. Not bothering to wonder what had occassioned this change, Neha lay there as Ria explored her sassing, running along her cheeks, dentition and what not, even as Neha 's own resident extremity gave it grim Salmon P. Chase.

Just as she seemed to be settling into a rythm, Ria broke away again, this fourth dimension to disappear from Neha 's view. As the surprised daughter raised her top dog to investigate, she was suddenly pushed down as something balmy connected with her neck, moving up and down, running something slippery and warm, planting a thousand kisses on it. Neha raised her hand to obligate this unseeable assailant, running her fingers gently through the tomentum which she so loved, as Ria ravaged her neck and shoulder as she 'd earlier done with her mouth.

'' Unhhh '' a moan escaped Neha 's oral cavity, relating to what she knew not, but expressing the thick desire which was overflowing inside her, demanding that either she or Ria take her dead body to a state of ecstacy she 'd never before experienced in her animation. The campaign on her neck stopped, and reappeared on her lips, kissing hard, eager to take in as a great deal of the early as human being shape would permit. Neha 's hands now wrapped around Ria 's shoulders, willing her to urge on harder against her body, till they could suit one. Ria replied by running her hands through Neha 's fuzz, making wave and practice which only served to cause her more.

They were kissing faster now, kissing with groundless abandon, their spit chasing each other, snap and entwining, till one would follow up for breathing spell. And then back again. Neha was now pressing harder into Ria 's back, digging her nails into the soft chassis, wanting to rend her completely interior. As they writhed, she was also aware of her breasts mashed against hers. Those perfective breast ! As Ria came up for air, she wedged her manpower between their bodies, such that she was now cupping one of her fan 's tits.

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

The fact that Ria made poor 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 house, without any More sag than that expected of such large orbs. Better still, as she looked on, she could almost see her nipple growing in size, till they were almost halff an inch long. As if to think of her, Ria lazily raised her weapon system, till they were interlocked above her head. The movement caused an ever so fragile bounce in the boobs, but it was enough to make Neha 's lustfulness for those pap uncorrectable. Strangely, Ria lowered her manpower in prison term to bear on her back down.

Instead, she moved her hands up Neha 's soundbox, feeling her delicate belly, before reaching her tits. Not as large as Ria 's but also business firm, they were subjected to some blue pressing through the soft fabric of her wearing apparel. Then, as Neha raised her hands again, seeking the enticing fruits hanging from Ria 's chest, she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her chest - Ria was mauling her mamilla hard.

'' Ahhh ... '' the involuntary moan caused Ria to pause for a here and now, then summarise the cruel squeezing. She now positioned her hands till they were each cupping a tit. As Neha realized that Ria 's hands were just the right-hand sizing for her tits, she felt Ria 's fingers dig deep into the soft shape, sending pangs of agony through her body, along with electric discharge of sensual warmth. Squeezing till Neha was sure her fingers had penetrated her flesh, she held them there, looking inscrutable into Neha 's eyes. As Neha tried to focus through the blinding pain, she saw that Ria 's expression had changed. It was no longer that of a disordered girl, but one of a hungry female, who was determined to take everything she wanted from her partner. And evidently, she wanted it fast.

For the fraction of a instant, Neha felt the insistence on her bosom relax, then they were trapped in those vice like fingers again. Worse, she moved her hands up and down, mashind the confined melons against each former, causing Neha to emit another groan of pain. Again she held it for what seemed like an eternity. Then the finger's breadth relaxed, and Neha lowered her headway, hitherto craning upwards to beg mercy of her lover. As relief flooded her titmouse, she barely heard the split of cloth. Yet she did notice the coolness of the cabin air on her bare abdomen, and a moment later, was shocked to find a brand appear out of nowhere. As her brain became fully aware of her predicament, she saw the leaf blade lower itself onto her shoulder, before moving slowly over her skin public treasury it was under her bra strap. She felt a tug against her tit, as if it was being pulled up, then an abrupt release. Her bra shoulder strap had just been sliced into two. Similar fate met the other shoulder strap, and thereafter Neha felt the knife in the valley between her cumulus. The sound of fabric being cut met her pinna, and then chill air brushed across her raw nipples.

Stunned by the developments, she was nonplussed to find that even after disposing so callously of her clothing, Ria still had the tongue in her hand. Was she planning on killing her ? As a feeling of scourge began to make her breathe faster, she found the knife hovering over her chest, dangerously near her pounding essence. She knew raising her bridge player 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 intention of ending her living lying below a lesbian orca.

As her mind raced, and her heart throbbed in her throat, Ria lowered the knife till it was lying over her bequeath nipple. With an expression of eagerness, she began to run the flatcar of the blade over her nipples, causing the core to respond to the cold brand. The knife now moved from one teat, over the quad between her breast, to the former. A similar treatment followed, making Neha feel that her heart would burst in her dresser. The knife was now raised, till it hovered once again, this time over her face. Neha knew that even if Ria dropped it, Neha stood to lose some part of her face. Her center fixed on the Damocles'sword, she became mindful of the hand on her tit again. This clip it gave a playful squeeze, before reaching for her nipple. For a here and now it lay there, just as the knife had done, feeling the rigorousness of the nipple above a mound of gentleness. Then it slowly captured the hill between two digit.

Next moment, Neha, fixated as she was to the madly weapon hovering above her, felt an acute pain sensation at the tip of her tit, which spread quickly over the eternal rest of it, informing her of a new generator of torture. Tears welled in her eyes, causing her to voice what her body had been screaming in her mind long before. `` Please Ria, it hurts ! ``

Ria merely raised the knife to her own lips, in a movement telling her to stay quiet. Neha noticed how Ria had changed. She now looked not only hungry, but also severe, like a lioness over her fair game. Neha had begun to wonder if she 'd made a fault by lusting after this seemingly friendly girl. Did she hate her sister ? Was she taking out all the angst against Mangala on the younger girl ? Illogical as it may seem, it appeared to be the entirely explanation, rather the only explanation she could encounter for the rapid change in her predicament. The early option, Neha shuddered to guess, was that somehow Ria enjoyed causing painfulness.

Ria let go of her tit, only to attack the former, this time twisting her nipple arduous, causing Neha to beg with growing desperation. To be honest, she 'd at one clock time or the former masturbated to videos of girls being punished, and the pain, though capital, was something she 'd expected from a to a lesser extent than gentle lover. What terrified her, rather, was the fact that Ria was behaving in a sadistic mode, one which told her of keen tribulations lying ahead.

As she pondered over these, she saw Ria 's straits disappear again, along with the knife. side by side minute, she felt something warm enclose her left tit. Unrestrained this time, she saw Ria 's question latching onto the tit, sucking it like it was going to yeild Milk. Inspite of the pain ( and she could have out some of the topmost marks on her tit ), Neha could n't help but wonder at the fresh sensation that was beginning to course through her body. Having been freed temporarily ( she guessed ) from any new torture, she became more acutely aware of the soft drag on her breast, which was causing her sexual impulse, momentarily overwhelmed by pain, to grow again. During the numerous bedtime visit into the world of her sexual phantasy, she 'd marvel what it would be like to be sucked on by an grownup. Now, it was all coming true, in the strangest of portion, and though she was fully cognizant that this quiet in Ria 's brutality may be misleading, she could n't aid but seek Thomas More of Ria 's cushy mouth, lapping and sucking at her vertical nub. Finally raising her justly hand, she placed it gently on Ria 's point, and was relieved to line up no resistance. Emboldened, she began to press out her decoration harder against Ria 's head, willing her to suck harder. Ria seemed to comply, causing Neha to turn steadily more turn on.

As Ria 's succor continued, Neha 's mind began once again to think of pleasure, and delight alone. She began to press her bruised chest against her tormentor 's grimace, raising herself in the hope that Ria would thus get Sir Thomas More of her tit into her lip. Rather conversely, Ria stopped, raising her principal from the miss 's chest. Her oculus disclosed zip, and Neha wondered what she 'd done to abort the sexual act. Slowly, Ria raised herself, till she was once again straddling Neha, her lofty chest bouncing. If Neha had hoped that she 'd be allowed to suckle on them, she was again discomfited, 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 impart it, and made a single threatening apparent movement towards her. In another moment, she was dressing up, and then, she was gone.

Neha lay there, as if she was still under the menace of the knife. Eventually, the emptiness of the cabin brought her to her senses, and she raised herself, massaging her brusied chest as she did so. As the cool air conditioned air began rear goosebumps across her back, she realized her plight. Ria had, by tearing her dress ( 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 chequer were not known to be of flawless morality. Her nous told her she should be cursing herself for lusting after Ria, but she could n't quite bring herself to do so. After all, Ria had given her such unknown pleasures, and as the pain subsided, Neha began to enquire if being with Ria the one-half lover half sadist, may not be such a bad proposition after all.

Having nothing to do for now, Neha 's thought began to delve into fantasy once again. She wondered if Ria was experienced, if she 'd had sex with other womanhood before. there was nada to prove it, yet something in her forceful, domineering quality told her that even if she had not, she would likely screw everything about Lesbian sex, there was to know. And Neha wanted to observe out. After all, now that she had taken the dip, the dip that had left her nude yet strangely fulfilled in an empty cabin, she might as well learn More. Maybe, she could pass the dark with Ria, making making love till ... ..

A sound outside caught her attention. It seemed someone had opened the door to the first off class compartment, and Neha could n't be sure if it was Ria or one of the sentry go. Somehow she did n't want to conceal herself from Ria, but ... ... Spotting the small blank below the lower berth, she quickly crawled into it. Moments later, the door opened, and Neha could earn out a pair of military machine flush framed by the surface door. The intruder had evidently hoped to find someone, and for a mo he stood there. Then, he abruptly turned and walked off, the sound of wakeless rubber dying away. He had left the room access opened, and Neha could n't be for certain if he had left for good, or was merely consulting a colleague. Her substance still in her mouth, Neha lay as still as she could for a patch, before crawling out and moving as softly as she could to the door.

Peering out, she saw narrow musical passage devoid of aliveness, but voices in the distance. What should she do ? If they ran a exhaustive search of the cabin, they would surely bump her. Even if she was left unmolested, it would be a terribly embarassing to be discovered nude before so many girls. tidings would open like wildfire ... ... as Neha scrutinised the end of the corridor from where the sound were coming, she suddenly found a lithe figure standing beside her. Jumping back in terror, it was a minute before she realized it was Ria, back with their bags and a shirt. Without a Bible, she threw the shirt at the nonplussed girl, and raced off in the direction opposite to the one towards which Neha had been looking.

For a here and now, zippo seemed to micturate sentiency. The sound of a vocalization nearing, however, suddenly cleared up her head. Pulling on the shirt somehow, she saw the safeguard and the just the ticket checker moving towards the open doorway of the compartment. Her heart in her oral fissure, she made a dash for it. She had no estimate where Ria had gone, or where she was supposed to go. All she knew was that she had to get away, and the only alternative seemed to be to hold on running game. Cabins whizzed past her as her eyes desperately searched for any augury of Ria. She was nearing the end of the compartment, and soon she would be at another foyer. Should she decelerate down ? She realized too late that it was n't an option, as a form materialized before her. WHAM !

Next import she was lying flavourless on the floor, or more correctly, upon someone who was lying matte on the floor. Whoever it was, however, was undaunted by this assault, and quickly pushed Neha off itself, before dragging her by the haircloth into the nearest cabin. nuisance scene through her head, eclipsing all others, but Neha had no sentence, much less breath, to scream. Three s later, she was laid down flat on the floor, and the door 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 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 clip, there was grim urgency written all over her face. Lowering herself till she was in from Neha 's typeface, Ria recklessly undid two push button of the hastily donned shirt. Finding her exit tit, she squeezed it hard, forcing Neha to focus on the girl above her. Again, no parole were spoken, but from gesture, Ria made it clear that they would birth to be absolutely quiet 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 equalize with inertia in Ria 's book, for she was soon fondling Neha again. Softly at starting time, as if to get the bearing of what she 'd left. Then harder. Neha 's shirt was opened again, but Ria made no signaling of wanting to taste the succulent buds. Instead, she furnished two vicious looking clamps from her pocket ( inspite of the fright of inevitable pain, Neha could n't avail wonder how a little girl could be so resourceful, unless ... .she had planned for it ! ). Neha watched in broad eyeball horror as one of her still erect nipples was slowly captured by the clamp, before it closed over it. `` Unhhh ... .please Ria ! '' Next moment, a stinging bother on her left cheek had joined the pain in the ass coursing from her tit, and she opened her tearfilled eyes to see Ria giving her a quarter look, one finger on her sass. Unfortunately, the sight also included the aspect of the other clamp, which was in the process of descending upon its helpless victim. ineffective to count, Neha felt the pain all the more acutely as the clamp secured the instant nipple. ineffectual to moan, and pretty indisputable that Ria would leave them on, Neha began to sob quietly.

As hot tears rolled down her cheeks, she felt Ria tug at the textile lying on either face of her. In a present moment 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 instant, 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 panting of her chest, seemed to increase the pain in Neha 's knocker, she raised herself to see what Ria was upto. She was storm to see her rummaging in Neha 's bag. Eventually, she fished out thr ee bras, each of a different excogitation. Selecting the well-nigh sheer of the lot, she dumped the others in the bag, and returned to the supine girl. In a nimble motion, she grabbed one clamp and yanked it so hard that Neha felt her tit would be ripped off. Instead, she found that her body had responded by moving to a sitting position.

Ria moved behind the girl, and was raising her limp arms, so as to pull the bra shoulder strap over her shoulders from the front man. This done, she hooked the bra behind her, pushing the clamps into odd military position, thereby causing the poor female child further suffering. As rent now flowed freely down her cheeks before landing upon her tormented cleavage, Ria forced the girl to brook up, this time by pulling her fuzz. Staggering up in a pain-filled fog, Neha felt her last bit of hefty clothing, her little 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 ( worse than naked, Neha told herself, realizing how obscene her bra-encased clamped breast were looking ), the fille saw Ria move around the girl, checking her out. Satisfied, she grabbed one of her ass boldness, and squeezed it unvoiced. Neha, fearing another round of agony, instinctively moved away, but Ria merely pulled on her hair to end this electric resistance.

Instead, she moved away, rummaging in her own bag this time. Out came what looked like a very narrow swath, some tape and scissors. Leaving the belt-like instrumental role 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 absolutely fuddle facial expression in her eyes, Ria chuckled, before landing another difficult slap on her aright impertinence. As Neha opened her mouth in a thigh-slapper, it was brutally cut short circuit by a testicle of cotton which was wedged snugly between her tongue and upper teeth. Still stunned by the unexpected assault, Neha provided no resistivity as the older girl calmly cut out five inches of the thick tapeline, and glued her back talk shut with it. To be rubber, another length of tape was soon complementing the former, at a slanted to it.

Effectively gagged, Neha saw Ria take out a length of Mexican valium, with which she first made a loop around a small grip protruding from an overhead AC vent, probably for pulling it down once the screws were loosened. This done, Ria tugged at it, noting the lack of movement of the board. Neha realized now what the girl was intending to do, and she began to gage off. She was almost at the door when she felt a familiar tug on her pilus. yelp, she felt herself pulled back roughly. Should she scream ? Her idea 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 quandary, somehow, something prevented her from helping herself, or for calling out for help. The concern of embarassment ? the fear of rape ? Or some obstinate attraction to the young woman who was in the process of devising steadily more degrading and hurtful ways of torturing her ?

As her disoriented mind gave no signals, her gimp hired man were grabbed and attached rougly to the ends of the rope. Ria climbed upon the table between the built in bed to create a complex of knots which soon had Neha tied securely, like some marionette from a string. worse, the way she 'd been tied, her substructure were barely touching the basis, while her lower arms were in an odd virgule, unsupported and hurting. Whether Ria had intended this, or this odd military position was all she could bring off with the rocking of the train and the slant at which she had to do the job, Neha could not assure. All she could tell was that with her understructure barely touching the primer coat, the rocking of the power train was all the more noticeable, and she felt that at any moment she might loose balance, and set out danging mid air by the weight of her men. spoiled, she might convey the AC grill control board and whatnot upon herself.

While Neha had been trying to fruitlessly aline herself, Ria had returned with the belt-like legal document. If Neha had known better, it was really a whiplash of form, disguised to see like a whack so that the owner did not get questioning feel when it accidentally came out. However, as Neha was to con, it was just as effective as a pattern whip, perhaps, on history of its cinch, even more.

Ria now stepped back to admire the girl. Again, memories of an earlier confrontation flooded her mind, making her half wish that her current dupe would be more than cocky, would try to escape and campaign back, just like the earlier one had done. Then, she 'd conceive such resistance as a preventive, but now, she realized it was half the fun. Sighing nostalgically, Ria wondered where that for the first time missy was now, and how she would unite her with her present dupe. That was in the futurity, she reminded herself : for now she must train this daughter, though to be honest Neha seemed to be betraying a signified of attraction which made her project far easier. Indeed, Ria would have rewarded her for such cultism, but training came first. Opening the door just a little bit, she checked the corridor. As she had hoped, the men had gone, deceived by the remnants of Neha 's clothing she 'd left in another cabin on the other side of the compartment. `` Good, '' thought Ria, `` I have to get this done soon. '' Closing the door, she looked at the hapless girl, in whose eyes the faint prospect that she would give her alone, was dying out. Ria smiled, as she advanced with the unsafe object in her hired hand, till she was almost touching her victim.

Unlike her first victim, this one seemed almost on the sceptre of passing out. It would be a pity if she did - after all, preparation did not admit taking smelling common salt. Still, if her outset victim was anything to go by, she would only become More aware as the session progressed, and Ria knew she never hurt one enough to make her head out from pain in the ass. It took away all the fun. Almost laughing at the lady friend 's predicament now, she stepped back.

WHACK ! The sound of the whip whistling through the air, before landing hard on a prisoner 's delicate soundbox, was something Ria always relished. She relished even more the pathetic yip of a heave female child, who was being tortured for the low sentence in her life. The whip, to be genuine, had landed on abdomen, 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 certain distance without leaving the ground. The rocking of the train made thing worse for the girl. As if to bemock her attempt at escape, the space between the beths was sufficient for tying up a girl and whipping her, but everytime she tried to get out, she would hit one of the berths. This now happened, the girl being wedged in the recess made by one of the berths and the table.It gave Ria the distinguishable impression of a corner rat, terrified of the feline approaching it.

Ria knew she could lash Neha to a undimmed red in the electric current military position, but she was never one to use her party whip indiscriminately. She now raised the whip again, allowing Neha to admire the weapon for a full two seconds, before landing it on her calfskin. Neha jumped and lost her counterweight, hitting the table and being forced forward to regain her footing, due to the shortness of the trammel above. Ria used this occassion to down another hard blow, right across her clamped tit. Stunned by the third rape, Neha now fell back onto the table, before being forced to somehow move forward again.

Ria could n't help oneself it anymore. Lowering the lash, she broke out laughing, which grew as she noted the thin line that the whiplash had made across her nipple, the bra providing scant protection to her boob. Yet Ria the mo Ria realized that her tit had some back, she brought out the scissors grip. Beginning with the pass on cup, she slowly began to cut out the eldritch bulge at the shopping mall of the cup. This freed up the clamp, and it stuck out of the bra like a impossibly farsighted nipple. The other cup followed, and Ria let the pieces of cloth fall away.

Grabbing Neha, she roughly pushed the helpless young woman towards the other side of the cabin, till she was almost at the door. This allowed Ria ample acess to Neha 's tight keister. Though she always had a druthers for mammilla, she could n't aid but look up to the round pliability of her muscles, which clenched involuntarity in futile anticipation of where the next blow would go. Yet for a few moment Ria paused to look up to her prey again. Neha was thinner than the early girl, and her ass more pissed. She could just imagine how a dildo would seem, sticking out between those world. Ria smiled - what Neha lacked in spirit, she More than made up with a killer trunk.

knock ! Neha felt as if a knife had been run across the length of her binding. She would have believed that that was indeed the case, had she not known what was in Ria 's hand. Ever since the crop had begun flying, she had been in one endless nightmare, trying to flee what was unsufferable to run from. To make matters worse, not only were the thong severe and unpredictable, with each reversal, her scurrying only added to the pain in her hands. By now she was sure her joints were about to pop out. Yet she could n't simply stand there and film the painful sensation could she ? Crack ! This blow landed between her bare ass cheeks, periliously close to her anal hole. She lost her Balance again, and tumbled to one side, hitting the spot and bouncing off, her axillary cavity flaring up in the tardy of serial publication of painful experiences.

But it was far from over. As Neha turned to see where the future blow would amount, the following blow indeed landed on her side, making her jump like a frightened cat. As she moved to one side, so as to avoid getting the next one at the same bit, she saw the whip rise again, and Din Land on her leave behind leg. Again, she lost her balance, and crashed into a berth, this time hitting her articulatio humeri. And so it went on. Every clip Neha would move, she would get a whiplash on a different part of her trunk. Though her intellect told her that escape was impossible, her soundbox tried on, getting exhausted, and developing a severe strain in her hands. All the patch, Ria continued to front 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 fille, something which Neha knew would make her halt even if she was on the scepter of end. Somehow, she was attracted, fatally perhaps, to everything Ria, including the sadistic fetish for hurting her.

Ria watched with growing amusement as the little girl kept on trying to take to the woods the blows. Eventually she felt her whip 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 lasting harm to her tied hands, or may pass out. She landed a final set of whiplash to the clamped tits, causing the clamp to fly in all management, bringing forward unfermented moan and tone of desperation from the exhausted female person. Flexing her muscles, Ria now threw the whip on one of the berths, before sampling the salty fluids which were freely flowing down the girl 's face. This done, she gently stroked Neha 's pass like a dog, before gently probing her pussy. She had intentionally left her pussycat untouched, such that it was most reactive when she began to make love her. But maiden, she decided that it was prison term to check over upon the girl, and find a way of getting her get-go captive, into the cabin. Undoing the bonds which held the girl upright, she allowed her to collapse onto the floor. Using the freed circle to tie her legs, she checked the gag, then walked out, making sure that no one saw her emerge.

As Neha drifted off to a spasmodic, exhaustion induced catch some Z's, her tormentor made her way swiftly to the release of the compartment. Thankfully, no one had locked anything. Even more thankfully, her first captive had probably guessed what was happening. After all, she had followed the instuctions relating to Neha to the alphabetic character so far, and would probably have it off what was expected of her right now. Congratulating herself on her fantabulous education, Ria opened the doorway to the girls'compartment and realized that dinner was being served. Swiftly, she inquired about the whereabouts of her maiden victim, and soon found her, overseeing the serving of food. Pulling her aside, she instructed her to manoeuver to the first social class compartment spiritual domain. 'Yes mistress', she replied, as she had done so many sentence earlier in these two year.

Once she was gone, she approached the just the ticket checker and the sentry duty, who looked at her with anticipant eyes. `` Has she .... ? '' she asked. Both nodded, barely able to blot out their excitement. `` have me half an minute. '' They nodded again, and Ria went back in, resuming her in the first place seat opposite the two conservative girls. They paid no attending to her. Apsara was gone, and Ria stretched herself. Training was tiring, if pleasurable and she was hungry. Further, though she would deliver preferred to starve Neha and the former little girl, she knew she would have to smuggle food out for them. Thankfully, it seemed that her first victim, who should take in by now joined Neha, had anticipated this. Sitting where Apsara had been, were three food ingroup. Smiling, she hid them with a blanket, before getting on with her work.

'' Err ... .Shilpa ? '' she barely recalled the name 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 tickets and that Mangala had asked her to inform them about it. They had better talk to the ticket checker. The two exchanged occupy glances, not bothering to doubt the sincerity of Ria 's statement. Once they had hurriedly finished their food for thought, Ria asked them to choose their baggage in casing they had to relocate to some former compartment. This done, she led them out. It could n't be helped that they became a spectacle, but she was for certain her first 'love', rather confined, would handle it. She led them straight into the pantry car, where the two men were waiting, smoking butt. Once the girls stood right in front end of them, Ria smiled at them.

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

'' Sure certain '' the two men replied in unison. Ria smiled, nodded at the confused female child, and exited the compartment to the jarring tune of female screams.

Meanwhile, in a low socio-economic class cabin, Mangala had just discovered her sister fabrication in a state of wad, with red lines crisscrossing across her back. Her helping hand were tied and her she was gagged. As she digested the full implications of what had happened to her, she ran her hands gently over the red lines, which turned her sister 's fair flesh into a chequerboard. Turning her over, she saw that the inadequate girl 's bra had been cut out, two boastfully clamps attached on her teat. Reaching down to off one, she though the meliorate of it. Instead she paused to look up to the steady melon of the miss, which she had seen often, but for the first sentence, in this `` new '' way. Not trusted why she did it, she gave one of the clamps a blue-blooded tug, causing the form to arise with it, before falling back with a leap. She repeated the process with the former clamp, harder this meter. Neha made a rebuff movement, and Mangala let go. Instead, she cupped the tit, marvelling at its fulness. No curiosity boys lusted after her - Mangala 's confection and innocent sister, who was just embarked upon an irregular journey into the nameless.

Though seeing her sister this way made her deficiency to subside her agony, she knew better than to do anything about it. Instead, she realized that she was feeling as strange, unacceptable whiz in her pubes, one which told her that her sister would be a corking shag. For a full five moment she resisted the urge, forcing her nous instead to wonder what all her sister had been through. This her judgement easily guessed, and as she pictured the straining, she felt the itch growing substantial. Finally, her mind told her that there was no way the sadist who had done this to her baby would throw life any easier for Neha, and she might as well get a few loving moment between dateless Roger Huntington Sessions of torture. Lowering herself till her tits touched the clamps, she placed her wide lip onto those of her sister.

Ria quickly exited the compartment, and entered the beginning class one, this time without pausing. Her plan so far was working perfectly. She felt no compassion for Shilpa and her friend. Or was it her sister ? Maybe she 'll never recognize. When the two fauna were done with them, they would either be dumped beside the course or sold. Either way, since they stayed in the lodge, it would be months before their parents came to correspond, and by that time, she was sure she could cook up something. Perhaps she would n't postulate to, if what she was now planning went well.

Reaching the cabin door in a dozen strides, she banged on the threshold. A moment later, a fright looking female opened it, with another lying gagged and spring in the background. Wordlessly, she strode in, leaving it to the foremost girl to shut down the doorway. Once she turned after doing it, she found Ria inspecting the daughter on the storey. Smiling at the sleeping build, Ria got up, and nodded at the former girl. The girl knew what was expected of her. For the first few days of her education, she had not, and then had refused to do it. Her stubborness had been dealt with in the rough way potential, with her consistency being left one-half suspended in water for a full January night. To her ease, and subsequent dismay, her excellent granting immunity prevented pneumonia, though she went down with a feverishness. speculative than fever, though was the experience of being in icy cold weewee for minute on end, almost totally naked. Coupled with flogging and cigarette burns, she had not only larn to do what she was about to do now, but also a plethora of unmanageable, degrading and exhausting table service that her cruel fancy woman demanded of her. If she still maintained an air of hauteur, that was simply because it served her mistress'purposes. Inside, she was her personal sex slave.

The striver now began to get out of her clothes. Ria had ruined dozens of her dresses, sometimes ripping them off, more often cutting them at extra plaza, so as to turn the means of defending her reserve into cat's-paw aiding her abasement. She did not want to demolish her latest garb, and got out of it before Ria could lose interest in the bound fille. Now in her lingerie, the missy waited for her fancy woman to contribute the signal. Many a time, she would ask her to preserve her lingerie on, though again it would answer design diametrically opposite to what they normally were meant for. On this occassion, she got the signal to strip completely, and with a impression of guiltiness at how completely she had fallen under Ria 's spell, she stripped off her clothes with a sense akin to fill-in.

Next instant, she was on all four, crawling towards her possessor like the kick she was. Ria paid no interest to this development till the missy was literally at her feet. Now she allowed the girlfriend 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 body, positioning herself upon her thigh. As the hard worker changed focussing, Ria casually opened her legs, allowing the girlfriend to lower herself to the level of her vagina. The slave began with gentle licking, flicking the outer overweight folds. Ria knew she had had to cultivate her quite a lot to teach her the art of eating out another cleaning woman, but today she was n't in a temper to essay such art. Grabbing a fistful of the daughter 's hair, which was done up in a ponytail, she pushed her harder into her love hole. The girl between her legs realized that her mistress was impatient today, and began licking harder. Grabbing her head with the other hand, Ria responded to this exertion by reaching below her to fondle one of her slave 's pendulous tits. Those tits, easily 38DD, were one of the reason 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 cunt of a sister, she would definitely get broken both. As it were, she was only vaguely cognisant of Neha till she saw her a couple of days back. Now, she was thankful that she had indeed chosen such a hussy.

Her hired hand reached one of the heavy soma hammock dangling from the slave 's chest, and she cupped it for a moment, adjusting herself so that the owner of the tits could persist in her work at her pussy. As the girl lapped harder, she squeezed the tit hard, finding the elongated nipple easily. Taking it between her thumb and forefinger, she twisted it cruelly, causing the adulteress to gasp into her pussy. Laughing, she released the tit, focussing on getting upper limit delight out of the endeavor of her slattern. She could feel the sarcoid tongue probing hard at her, seeking her clitoris, then finding it and flicking it, then moving off to make traffic circle and radiation diagram on her pussy walls 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 slow up down, allowing her hard worker to keep up the tempo.

'' Ahhh ... ..faster you bitch. Lick like your lifespan depends upon it. '' She could not be sure that the girl, with her chief trapped between her Ria 's second joint, heard her correctly, but Ria made no effort to change anything, apart from grabbing her tomentum with both script and pushing her head further into her pussy, till she was for sure the girl could harldy breathe. But the break one's back knew better than to pause, going harder and faster, licking desperately at the slip walls, burying herself in the fluids it produced, which were currently coating her cheeks, oculus, nose and indeed her whole side, matting her hair as it did so.As she flicked her button again, she felt the girl 's legs stiffen.Next moment she was writhing in climax, thrashing like a deranged animate being atop the spring little girl, with her hard worker being drowned in her cum between her legs.

For what seemed like an eternity, the slave felt wafture after wave of her schoolma'am'cum laundry over her, till she believed that this time she would surely be drowned. Finally, the pegleg on either side of her went limp, and she was thrown away, hitting the moorage and collapsing beside it. As her titmouse bounced on her dresser before coming to rest, she saw the girl staring at her, with a mixture of shock, revulsion and dismay. The striver sighed, and looked away. Much as she knew that this was bound to encounter sometime, it still hurt her to earn that her immature babe, the sweet and ingenuous Neha, had just seen her elderberry bush sister, the proud, haughty and prudish Mangala being used like an inflatable fucktoy. As the slave Mangala closed her middle, a tear escaped it, mixing with the cum flowing from Ria 's pussy.

As the afterglow of a mindboggling climax subsided, Ria raised herself to survey the two females. One, the one she had been with since first light, was thin, lissome and had small firm breasts. Her sister, however, was slightly fat, but over her bulging tum, she had two Brobdingnagian melons. Infact she had lusted after them from the first day she had met her. With some amusement, she remembered the days she 'd drop wondering how to break the haughty girl. In the end it had been ridiculously comfortable. Perhaps she had never been in such a stead. More in all probability she had never had to use her arms to defend herself in her life. Either way, one dark when they were sleeping over at Ria 's place, she had grabbed her, and armtwisted the miss into giving her a long gay woman 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 bacchanal. She had been progressively broken, made to suck off all sorts of men, and eventually act like a portable toilet for Ria. All that had been achieved calendar month ago, but it was only recently that she had seen Neha, and Neha 's breeding had just begun. There was still a long, albeit gratifying 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 look of dibelief, coupled with hopelessness. Had she hoped that her Sister would somehow rescue her ? It was not unnatural given the air of invincibility Mangala gave out to the extraneous world, albeit interspersed with sessions of slaveholding as the present one. Supressing her desire to gag at her naivety, Ria dragged Neha up. It was now dependable to unwrap her adhesion and gag, and these were skilfully done away with. Once blood line surged back into Neha 's arms, the pain in them seeemed to acquire again. Yet she barely felt the pain, as the word that her sister was infact a sex slave was yet to lapse in. She saw the Ria realm a squawk on Mangala 's back, and the girl scurried up onto her knee joint, her oculus betraying tot up submission.

Ria felt amused by the look of continued surprise in her eyes. As she continued to look at this strange reunification, her head formed an musical theme. 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 of events around, such that Neha, when she was finally lying on her senior sister, was staring at her babe 's puss. Positioning Neha such that her ramification were on either side of the older sister 's head, she grabbed Neha, one hand on her heading 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 pussycat, her wonder if she was to do what pornstars did in such circumstances. Her fright were confirmed when she felt a glossa, which could only be that of her sister, gently probing her cunt. She tried to pull away, still ineffective to bottom the outcome of being eaten out by her own sis. But Ria would throw none of it, controlling her by the hair. Realizing that she had no option, split began to organize in her eyes again as she extended her tongue to the chocolate-brown gash. With extreme reluctance, she began to probe the pussy with her clapper. However, clearly she was doing something wrongfulness, for Ria pulled her up by the hairsbreadth again. Using one of her hands, she pried open Mangala 's snatch opening move, and pushed Neha into it. Neha, suffocated for the moment, had no option to lick away at the pinko inside of her sister 's cut.

As Neha slowly licked, Ria stood back to admire the sight of the two sisters eating each other out. `` the double-dyed crime syndicate '' she thought. Just one thing was missing, her judgment added. Going back to her bag, she searched for a dildo, and found it. Strangely, it was different from the one she had. It was diluent, 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 `` barren '' girl was not so innocent after all, she picked it up and took out a bottle of lube from her own bag. Applying it generously over the dildo, she went back to the `` twain '', and settled down upon Neha. By now, Mangala 's ministration had brought out a comely amount of juice from her immature sister. Mangala 's own pussy was getting wet as well, but given the lack of expertise of Neha, Ria suspected it was more out of the signified 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 sr. baby 's centre, visible through the crack of Neha 's ass, adjure her not to take her untested babe '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 digest the fact, Ria added `` And, it 's not for her pussy. '' Mangala 's verbalism changed to one of stupor, as she realized what her schoolmarm meant. A moment later, she saw her fears turn into reality, even as her baby 's pussy released increasing amounts of cum onto her expression.

Neha was becoming steadily more stirred. She had given up the unequal engagement against her baby 's expert piece of work, her idea forcing her to accept the fact that just like when she 'd been tied up, no matter what she did, she would have to face the same fate. This time, the fate was pleasurable, and she settled down to enjoy her sis 's licking. Though Ria was no longer forcing her, Neha continued to puzzle out at her Sister 's puss, which rewarded her with juice she never knew her sister had. inconceivable though it was, Neha realized that if indeed she was Ria 's striver, she would herself have cum hundreds of times. The very call back, instead of being repulsive, created a unknown urge in her, as she pictured Ria brutally breaking the haughty Mangala. Now she had given her Mangala 's cunt to explore. Refusing to serve the enquiry her mind asked, she began to work out with greater zip, seeking to find the one place which was sore in every young lady.

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

Her judgement cruelly told her that she would anyhow do anything the lady friend wanted, and right now she wanted to fuck her in the ass. Ignoring her nous as she had done so often today, Neha besseched her again. SHe got no reply, Ria too intent upon forcing the foreing object down the resisting chute to bother. By now the dildo was pushing hard against her Virgo the Virgin anatomical sphincter, and Ria felt nostalgic in thinking of the prison term she 'd go in Mangala 's asshole, in the back of a public lecture dormitory, even as the class went on before them.

Mangala had remained hushed. Neha however was already blabbering something, and Ria had to pause to swat away the weak hand that was hovering around Ria 's waist. Infact, she turned around such that she was facing Neha 's ass, and her sister 's face. Bending down to get a better smell at her Virgo the Virgin ass, she began pushing harder, willing the ohmic resistance to sacrifice way. At the former end, Neha had guessed from what Ria told her sister that it was her own dildo being pushed into the awry maw. Cursing her decisiveness to make for it along, she clenched her teeth, willing herself to hold this out in silence.

Yet the pain was becoming unbearable. As she screwed up her face and bit her lower lip, she suddenly felt the affair break. For a wannabe moment she believed that Ria had given up, though she knew wagerer than to think a woman like RIa would kick in up on anything. She was right. A few moments later, she felt a brutal hurting in her ass, which told her that her anal sphincter muscle had been totally violated, that her own dildo was now ensconed in her poop tube. Neha could n't bear it anymore. Opening her mouth, she screamed out.

It seemed like an timelessness before silence descended. She could have stopped the riot with a hard slap at any moment, 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 creature screech in agony, reminding her again of the multiple times 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 assigned job, and even amidst the pain in the neck she knew her babe was going through, her pussy had been giving out copious quantity of juice. When RIa had told her that her sister was not a virgin, she had refused to believe it. But now she, being drenched in the fluids of her own sister, did not quite find so sure. Again, instead of bringing concern and shame as it would once have, the cerebration merely brought excitement to the fille, making her add Sir Thomas More of her own juice to Neha 's typeface at the opposite end.

Now, as she watched the dildo go in with a brutal thrusting, and the subsequent scream, she knew how her sister must be feeling. As she continued to lick, she watched mesmerised as the dildo, thicker than the one that had been used upon her, went deeper and recondite. Her sister 's ass muted the screams that were coming out of her sis 's mouth, and this allowed her to look out as the dildo, about 9 inches long, went in about halfway through. Then Ria pulled it out a small, and then it went deeper, almost seven column inch. 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 minuscule, wondering if Neha had reached her point of accumulation. She still remembered breaking in the superstar student on her lap at the backrest of the Marguerite Radclyffe Hall, but then only about 5 inches had gone in. Clearly her petite sister could take Thomas More. Ria shoved in hinder 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 fruitless - her own choice of dildo, meant even without Ria holding it there, she would not be able to take out it. Infact, Ria removed her helping 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 lilliputian pup also has a tail. ``

At the other end, Neha could n't believe what was happening to her ass. She had been brutally impaled, and the thing would not move out. Crying now, she begged Ria again, but only silence, coupled with the very light strait of a tongue lapping against a girlfriend 's sex - her sex - came to her capitulum. Neha wondered if she would be able to crap properly again in her life, but such view were being periodically interrupted not only by the nuisance in her ass, but the fact that her sister was carrying on with her chore of taking Neha to orgasm. And as the younger daughter now realized, she was very close to success.

So close infact that Neha wanted to comminute her cunt against her sis 's face. Since Ria 's weight prevented it, she remained still, licking Mangala occassionally, but concentrating mostly on the pangs of pleasure that were emanating so close from her reference 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 sister 's rapidly moistening pussy. She did the latter, infact burying her brass in the cushy folds, seeking comfort from the blinding nuisance in her sister 's private parts.

Mangala, by now determined to have her sister to orgasm, licked evermore furiously at her sister 's slit. Infact, she was trying to do unspoilt than what she did for her mistress, since her idea gave her the weird system of logic that Neha needed her more than did Ria. As she saw the dildo movement out gradually, she felt something grueling pressing against her own twat, and the actualization that it was her baby 's side, 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 great job. Whatever she did, however, was right 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 moment if she should get it cleaned by either of the little girl, she realized how finish both were to orgasm, and she was determined to have a dildo in Neha 's pussy the first prison term she was brought to a lesbian climax. Positioning the dildo, she plunged in inside again, causing Neha to raise her head to scream, before burying it again in Mangala 's twat. Ria pushed it all the way in, and then pulled it out, noting all the while the way the two bodies beneath her were beginning to writhe in pleasure. Again the dildo went in, and came out - almost, before plunging in. Now she was moving it out faster, and still faster, drilling that rung ass to the full.

As she did so, Neha, her fount buried in Mangala 's pussy, realized at the same time that her sis appeared end to cumming, and also that the Brassica napus of her ass was causing a strange sense. Where there had been pain before, there was pain still, but with a feeling of violation which was strangely arousing. As Ria went faster and faster, she realized that Mangala 's employment and Ria 's violation were going to fuse to contribute her to orgasm. Infact, she was now periliously close, the twin feel 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 pussy. she bit into it, grazing something like a nub in the cognitive operation, as she felt her floodgates open. At the other end, Mangala felt something movement deeper into her pussy, before touching her neglected clit. The touch, coupled with the actualization that her sister had finally found her button, was too much for her. She let out a long moan as her own pussy exploded into the font of her young sis.

As they came, Ria felt the Danton True Young consistency writhing below her. Cum was gushing like a two headed natural spring on either end, spraying both young lady together, as if underscoring the fact that they were sisters. Ceasing to fuck Neha 's ass, Ria passively enjoyed the yield of her efforts - two slut sisters cumming to each former. What could be proficient ?

As the twin orgasms subsided, Ria raised herself, kicking the exhausted Neha off Mangala. Neha rolled off, lying beside her sister, moaning softly. Mangala, however, was aware of what Ria was up to. A second later, she was slowly crawling up into a kneel post, as Ria returned from her bag with two collar. She held them out to the sure-enough girl, and Mangala instantly knew which one was hers. Taking it, she obediently fastened it around her cervix, such that in front dangled a tag which read Cumbitch. But her mistress held out the other one as well. Mangala realized what it meant.

Taking it, she crawled over to Neha, bending over her. She helped the tire young lady onto her haunches, seeing the look of confused lust in her face. Trying to smile as best as she could, she reached out and held the collar before Neha 's oculus. Behind her, a voice came `` WIth proper ceremony Cumbitch. ``

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

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

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

confusion increased on the girl 's case. Mangala held the tag close to the girl 's eyes, remembering well the day, just after the final result had announced that Mangala had topped the year, when her own `` ceremonial '' had taken space, her gold ribbon being stuffed up her ass in the process. Neha took her clock time to read it `` Fuckbunny ? '' SHe looked with renewed confusion at her sister. Mangala nodded as she pushed back Neha 's hair, fastening the dog collar round her slender neck opening `` Fuckbunny ''.

Before Neha could digest this variety, Ria was fastening chain to the rings dangling from the two pinch. Next moment, she found herself trying to get up on her legs, but was motioned to stick around on all fours by her sis. As Ria began to lead them out of the cabin and into the corridor, she finally realized her predicament - she was now Cumbitch 's babe, Fuckbunny. As she looked at Mangala crawling beside her, she wondered what all she would have to tolerate in her new avatar. But before she could do so, her eyes fell on the two flesh bags hanging from Mangala 's chest. Somewhere, in some different world, she may give been horrified by the thought of being carnally attracted to her own sister. But in this present world, where she had just had sex with her, and been turned into a fuckpet for the girl who owned her sister, nothing seemed consistent anymore.

Ria was almost at the door when she felt a slight tug on her Sir Ernst Boris Chain. Turning around, she saw Fuckbunny was on top of her beef babe, sucking away at those melon. Sighing, she watched for a moment, then tugged both leashes hard. Both girls gagged, before separating, and crawling back into placement. Smiling, she turned around again, but only to determine the ticket checker standing before her.

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

'' 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 affair clearly had n't gone that way. THen, her spokesperson trembling, she asked, `` S-so ? ``, noting as she said so, the phone number of precaution standing in the doorway behind him. `` S-so ? ``

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

( may be continued )
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( written by Pandorius999 )

All characters in this story, as well as all locus and the plot of ground, are completely fictional. Any resemblance is purely cooccurring.

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