`` An unexpected Journey ''

Neha stood in front of the mirror, staring at her petite 5'2 soma, straightening her blueing blouse, before moving to the short pants she had paired with them. Noticing a fragile blemish on the in good order leg, she turned to change it, before stopping herself. It was an educational stumble after all, that too with her elderberry bush sis and her friend. Dropping the plan to change her shorts, she began to lend oneself sunscreen to her nerve, preparing for the hot sun that beat down outside.

As she applied the cream generously over her egg-shaped facial expression, before rubbing some more on her os frontale and over her palpebra, she again paused to tick off herself out. Barring the fact that she had some blank fortuity of excess cream making not so artistic lines on her boldness, she looked pretty much the way she wanted to come out. At 19 and just out of her first year in a girls'college, Neha may accept some half-baked ideas about what the world wanted a young woman to look like, but no one could deny that she was pretty. If her father were to be believed, it was her almond shaped center, rare for her community, set on a slightly prolonged face, with high supercilium and perfect back talk, which made her the cynosure of all oculus. That those eyes had hitherto been those of ageing aunt, street rabble and ofcourse her prude of a sister, was not her error. As she adjusted the unbowed shoulder length hair which completed her visage, she was filled with the all too associate yearning to be appreciated by a man. With her spirit, why would n't they ? But first, she 'd have to bump a way of evading her sister 's iron custody, 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 associate world, came the voice of her mother. Neha looked at herself once more, then rubbed the sunblock more evenly over her face. This done, she headed downstairs, to see Mangala and her Quaker Ria standing around what looked like their luggage. THeir female parent was standing a picayune away, by the kitchen counter, asking if they would ask anything else.

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

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

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

'' trade good. Extra batteries for the camera ?'

'' Yes ''

And so it went on, till Neha was quite trusted 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 object sticking out of the backpack ? '' Before she could answer, her sister had fished out her favorite stuffed toy out of the bag, and was holding it like the grounds of some henious crime. `` Did I not specefically ask you not to include this ? '' Neha gave a glowering look. The teddy flew into the wardrobe, and her sister stomped out. From the bottom of the steps came a footer to take her Mobile and get her stuff downstairs in five instant. Openly swearing now, Neha finished boxing, intentionally placing the toy back in the bag. This done, she picked up her cellular telephone and purse, before running a agile check for anything she 'd left behind. Nothing except ... ..her eyes spotted an extended objective sticking out of her underclothes drawer. On a hunch, she picked it up and stuff it into her bag. All done, she headed down, wondering if the educational trip would be allowed to remain just that.

An hour and another stuffed toy related argument later, Neha found herself in a train compartment with 50 more smelly females, all of whom were desperately trying to hide their consistence odour with a multifariousness of aromatic compounds. None were succeeding, her nasal consonant sense informed her, as she somehow managed to wedge between Apsara, who looked more like the obese mother of an Angel than an backer herself, and her sister 's protagonist Ria. Much to her relief, Ria proved to be more genial company. Ria was 21, and easily stood a foundation over Neha. A rude jock and dancer, her figure reminded one of the features of the female figurines which adorned the bulwark of temples. `` 36C-28-40 '' Neha made a mental shot of the girl 's statistics.

To her embarassment however, she found Ria staring at her as she was just rounding off her round ass. Looking away hurriedly, Neha pretended to be admiring Apsara, something which drew an appreciative smile from the heavy miss. Unfortunately, the smiling only made her look even more like person 's mother-in-law, and Neha was forced to look away. right in front man of her, two conservative-looking female child were poring over something in a Holy Scripture filled with issue. One of them met Neha 's stare, shifting with disfavor to the shorts she was wearing. Exasperated by the responses she was getting, yet trepid of looking at Ria again, Neha moved her read/write head in random directions for a few instant. Everywhere she looked however, she was met with inquiring, sometimes disapproving looks. They seemed to say `` What 's your patronage here kid ? '' They were right. This was a Third Year trip, and had her sister not used her influence to get an extra just the ticket for her, there was no way she 'd stimulate been in the train at that present moment. On minute thought, maybe getting bored for two long summer months was in force than going to a clump of rock cut caves with a bevy of malevolent looking girls. And where exactly was her baby ?

Ria seemed to take her mentation. `` Feeling out of place eh ? It happens. Your sister is meddlesome with the ticket-checker, probably haggling over something. '' Neha had no selection but to look at her now, and she was again struck by Ria 's features - only this time, they were seventh cranial nerve. Neha noted, with appreciation the fact that Ria too had an oval case, but her heart were big and round. So too were her lip, the lighting pink on them going well with her light skin quality. Like all girls Neha knew, Ria had black hairsbreadth, made into Robert F. Curl which fell gracefully along her shoulder. Now, as she spoke, she gently brushed one of them aside. Before she realized what she was doing, Neha had reached out and was gently stroking those silky curl.

If Ria found her behavior strange, she showed no sign of it. Instead she let her protagonist 's baby stroke her hair, running her prospicient white fingerbreadth through the black batch, gently pulling it till it gave way. Instinctively, she moved one, then all, fingers from the hair to the fairly cheeks. unable to go against eye contact, Ria felt easygoing finger glide ever so gently over her face, till they covered her cheeks, moving over her scent towards her brow.

Suddenly Neha was aware of a cough behind her, and turned to see Apsara looking at her with an expression like that of her female parent. Nonplussed, she stared straight ahead, at the two girls. They too had noticed the more than friendly tenderness of this alien towards their schoolmate, and in all likeliness would take in coughed, nay belched if Apsara not obliged. they now looked at her with an expression akin to the fold towards a heretic. ineffectual to hark back to Ria after what had transpired, Neha instead settled in for a war of blaze.

She did not know how long she kept up the inadequate battle, but eventually she tired of constantly giving stares which were more in the domain of her sister. Instead, she got up, and without casting so much as a feeling towards the object of her unexpected affection, she headed towards the toilet. Unfortunately, news appeared to have travelled fast, for she got wondering stares and the occassional giggle from many of the adult female. Reaching the threshold, of the compartment, she realized it was open air, allowing the subject countryside to rush by. More importantly, after the suffocating atmosphere of the bunk, she found the cool off air rushing in from the theatre, refreshing. Evidently it had rained sometime in the region they were passing, and Neha settled down to savor the breeze.

With the air however, the opinion of Ria seemed to give. What had she done ? On the fount of it, all she had done was admire the ravisher of a individual of the Saame gender. But as everyone in the compartment probably knew by now, the manner of appreciation had exceeded the definition of friendly touch by a mile and more. Somehow, she 'd matte attracted to the girl as she 'd not been to any other person. Had Ria too admired her ? She 'd always wanted to be admired by a man, but at that present moment she desperately wanted to be appreciated by Ria. Unknowingly, she 'd developed a crush on Ria.

As she pondered in profundity the developments of the former one-half hour, she did not remark another name 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 hand over the female child 's thin shoulder. The young lady 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 reassuring look, then settled beside her, admiring the countryside as it raced past them. It did n't help, as she could feel Neha trembling beneath her. Trying to lull her down feather, she moved closer, till their articulatio humeri met. Now she could experience her entire torso vibrating with the tremors emanating from the fille beside her.

Neha felt Ria shift closer. though she now had ample intellect to wait at her, Neha somehow could not bring herself to look at her. Why had she come ? To tell her that what she did was wrong ? Being the sister of the most strait-laced young woman in the world, she 'd see the lecture a million times, and had become immune to such gossip. Still, this was not her babe, but the girl she ... .Neha forced her mind to say the word `` liked '', but she knew her idea had formed a unlike word. A watchword which Ria seemed to somehow signified, for she withdrew her hand. Yet she did not leave, but stayed there, staring straight ahead.

Moments passed. Neha cast a fleeting coup d'oeil at her sister 's protagonist, who seemed so different from her sister, yet so remote right now. What was she thinking ? Neha cast another glimpse, and this sentence Ria met her gaze. Their eyes were locked onto each other, and again Neha found herself drifting somewhere she knew she mus n't go. Strangely, it seemed that Ria ... ..Ria had broken the gaze, looking away, her eyes space. Neha continued to stare, unable to break her regard away from the beautiful face before her. Yet she too looked away after a moment, realizing that she had again drifted into dangerous waters. But, had Ria followed her, even for that narrow fraction of a second ? Neha could n't tell.

They sat as before, each staring ahead. Yet now Neha had a burning desire to know what the former thought, and raised her eyes towards Ria again. Before she could hit the books her in any detail, however, one of the girls from the compartment appeared at the edge of her sight. Quickly, she looked away, her ears nevertheless noting a giggle from the intruder before she disappeared into one of the toilet cubicles. Neha could not have 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 oculus met, she saw Ria mouth a single word `` time lag ''. Neha settled down again, wondering why she needed to expect, and for what. Still, this was the first chemical reaction she 'd got from the girl after the 2d lustful moment, and she was n't about to disobey. Ria made no further augury of knowing her, and as the minutes ticked by, Neha increasingly began to mistrust that they were waiting for the giggling girl to impart. Her hypothesis was right. After an timeless existence, 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 strength, yanked her up. Before she knew anything, Neha found herself flying across the vestibule, into another compartment. This was evidently the first family compartment, for on each face were room access leading into cabins. Ria chose the 2d, and peered in. It was empty. From the look of things, all of them were vacate. Next second, Neha felt herself shoved into the cabin, with Ria following, shutting the door behind her.

Ria now turned around, staring at an equally breathless Neha. For the first time the two of them were alone, away from all the others. Neither of them made a move, public treasury Neha could make it no more. Tentatively, she took a footfall towards Ria, her rapid external respiration adding to the good sense of desperation that animated her features. Ria instinctively took a step back. Neha stopped, then slumped down on a berth, looking out of the windowpane. Ria waited another bit, before taking a seat. To Neha 's surprise, it was not antonym, but beside her.

'' Neha ... .. ''

Neha did n't require to expect. So far she 'd been convinced that Ria had been offended by her advance, and had come to clear matters out. But if that was the compositor's case, why drag them in here ? This secluded home was less apt for apologies than for ... ..'Neha .... '' Neha could n't support it anymore. She looked, and was surprised to see a unknown flavor in Ria 's optic. Before she could agnize it, Neha was looking deep into Ria 's optic again, and this fourth dimension, Ria came forward, till they were right beside each early. 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 knockout. 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 fingerbreadth. Her eyes fixed on Ria, her index finger began to bear on harder, till it was pushing against a bony barrier. Harder, and she felt Ria open her backtalk a little. Warm air wafted out, drifting over Neha 's hand, causing her digit to push harder, till it was inside her lip. As it began to search her buccal cavity, Neha could palpate her desire growing stronger, forcing her to labour in a 2d, then a one-third fingerbreadth. But finger's breadth were not enough.

Her partner meanwhile, was quicker in analyzing the situation. Having been surprised by the luxuria the younger girl felt towards her, she 'd waited till she could be certain of it. Never the one to approach anyone directly, she 'd bring the part of the surprised girl to ne plus ultra. Now that she could be sure, she felt she could count on ... ..Ria 's attention was distracted by one of Neha 's nails brushing against her sensitive cheeks. Yet the very distraction brought back memories of an earlier time, with a different mortal. `` So like '' she thought, `` even exactly same. '' Suppressing the urge to gag at the sense of deja vu, she instead decided that the risks were now minimal. She might as well get on with it. In a moment, she had effected it. Neha 's wet fingers were now in mid air, her body turned around skilfully till it was flat upon the berth. Getting the familiar sense of being in control, she lowered herself onto the girl, wondering if she would try out just like ... ...

Her partner, surprised by the sudden red ink of controller, was soon in the virgin bliss of her kickoff lesbian kiss. . She now felt sure she 'd always wanted Ria, Ria 's soft backtalk to be exact. She felt sure her attractor was primeval, something which she 'd not clearly realized. Why how when. Neha 's mind asked in a distant vox, one she was familiar spirit with in her footling room back place. A room where she 'd longed for a man 's touch. Now ... ..in this stranger compartment, it seemed everything had changed. She 'd found pure love, and that too in a woman who was her sister 's best friend. But again, did she care ? She did n't vex to reply. Instead her lips pressed harder, taking Ria 's lowly lip in an amourous bosom, delighting in the taste of another female. Pulling out slowly, she caught the garden pink flower petal again, prolonging the embrace, even as her eyes looked ever mystifying into Ria 's orb, asking a million questions and getting what answers, she knew not.

For the abbreviated of second, Neha came up for air, before going back to becharm the upper berth lip. Unconsciously her hands, moved closer. As she continued to kiss, her hands moved into the fellow silklike refuge of Ria 's mane, stroking it like she would stroke a buff 's. Strangely, Ria seemed to be beginning to respond as well, her eyes betraying a lustfulness that pushed aside disarray, even as her breathing became faster, seemingly matching the beat of Neha 's affection.

Yet Ria seemed to want more, and faster. Stopping mid-kiss, she pulled away, and looked deep into the early missy 's heart. future second, she plunged into another kiss, but one which was faster, more lustful and for Neha, more ravishing. Before she knew it, her lips had been parted, and a writhing process had penetrated it, pushing past her teeth, seeking her knife. Neha did n't need to comply : her clapper 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, tooth and what not, even as Neha 's own occupant member gave it grim chase.

Just as she seemed to be settling into a rythm, Ria broke away again, this clip to disappear from Neha 's purview. As the surprised girl raised her head to inquire, she was suddenly pushed down as something soft connected with her neck, moving up and down, running something slippery and warm, planting a thousand kisses on it. Neha raised her hand to go for this invisible attacker, running her digit gently through the hair which she so loved, as Ria ravaged her cervix and shoulders 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 select her body to a country of ecstacy she 'd never before know in her life. The campaign on her neck stopped, and reappeared on her lips, kissing hard, eager to take in as much of the other as human anatomy would tolerate. Neha 's hired hand now wrapped around Ria 's shoulder joint, unforced her to press harder against her torso, till they could become one. Ria replied by running her bridge player through Neha 's hair, making wave and patterns which only served to stimulate her more.

They were kissing faster now, kissing with wild abandon, their natural language chasing each other, flicking and entwining, till one would amount up for breath. And then back again. Neha was now pressing harder into Ria 's book binding, digging her nails into the flabby flesh, wanting to deplume her completely inside. As they writhed, she was also aware of her breasts mashed against hers. Those arrant titty ! As Ria came up for air, she wedged her hands between their torso, such that she was now cupping one of her devotee '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 give a couple like hers to run with. A moment later, as Ria began to unhook her bra, she realized that she was the lucky guy.

The fact that Ria made poor 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 vauntingly orbs. Better still, as she looked on, she could almost see her nipples growing in sizing, till they were almost halff an in long. As if to flirt with her, Ria lazily raised her limb, till they were interlocked above her capitulum. The movement caused an ever so slight saltation in the bosom, but it was sufficiency to make Neha 's lecherousness for those tit uncontrollable. Strangely, Ria lowered her hands in time to advertise her back down.

Instead, she moved her hands up Neha 's body, feeling her diffused belly, before reaching her tits. Not as large as Ria 's but also firm, they were subjected to some conciliate pressing through the diffused fabric of her dress. Then, as Neha raised her hands again, seeking the enticing fruit hanging from Ria 's chest, she suddenly felt a sharp pain sensation in her chest - Ria was mauling her tit hard.

'' Ahhh ... '' the involuntary groan caused Ria to pause for a mo, then resume the cruel squeezing. She now positioned her hands till they were each cupping a tit. As Neha realized that Ria 's bridge player were just the rightfulness size for her tits, she felt Ria 's finger dig deep into the diffused flesh, sending stab of agony through her body, along with Spark of sensual warmth. Squeezing money box Neha was surely her digit had penetrated her pulp, she held them there, looking cryptic into Neha 's eyes. As Neha tried to focus through the blinding botheration, she saw that Ria 's grammatical construction had changed. It was no longer that of a befuddle little girl, but one of a athirst female, who was determined to take everything she wanted from her partner. And evidently, she wanted it fast.

For the fraction of a secondly, Neha felt the pressure on her titmouse relax, then they were trapped in those vice like fingers again. defective, she moved her hands up and down, mashind the captive melons against each other, causing Neha to let out another groan of painful sensation. Again she held it for what seemed like an timeless existence. Then the fingers relaxed, and Neha lowered her point, hitherto craning upwards to beg mercy of her lover. As rest period flooded her bosom, she barely heard the bout of fabric. Yet she did notice the coolness of the cabin air on her bare abdomen, and a minute later, was shocked to come up a steel appear out of nowhere. As her idea became fully aware of her plight, she saw the blade lower itself onto her shoulder, before moving slowly over her skin till it was under her bra shoulder strap. She felt a tug against her breast, as if it was being pulled up, then an abrupt vent. Her bra strap had just been sliced into two. standardized fate met the other strap, and thereafter Neha felt the knife in the valley between her pitcher. The sound of framework being cut met her spike, and then cool air brushed across her medium nipples.

Stunned by the exploitation, she was nonplussed to find that even after disposing so callously of her vesture, Ria still had the knife in her hand. Was she planning on killing her ? As a feeling of terror began to make her breathe faster, she found the knife hovering over her chest, dangerously near her pounding heart. 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 intent of ending her life lying below a lesbian killer.

As her psyche raced, and her philia throbbed in her throat, Ria lowered the knife money box it was lying over her left nipple. With an expression of keenness, she began to run the flatcar of the blade over her nipples, causing the nubs to oppose to the cold-blooded steel. The tongue now moved from one nipple, over the space between her breasts, to the other. A standardised treatment followed, making Neha feeling that her heart would explode in her chest. The tongue was now raised, till it hovered once again, this time over her fount. Neha knew that even if Ria dropped it, Neha stood to lose some part of her face. Her eyes fixed on the Damocles'steel, she became cognizant of the bridge player on her tit again. This time it gave a playful squeeze, before reaching for her nipple. For a minute it lay there, just as the knife had done, feeling the rigor of the nipple above a James Jerome Hill of softness. Then it slowly captured the hill between two finger's breadth.

Next here and now, Neha, fixated as she was to the lifelessly weapon hovering above her, felt an acute pain in the neck at the tip of her tit, which spread quickly over the relief of it, informing her of a new source of distortion. rip welled in her oculus, causing her to sound what her body had been screaming in her creative thinker longsighted before. `` Please Ria, it hurts ! ``

Ria merely raised the knife to her own lips, in a move telling her to stay on quiet. Neha noticed how Ria had changed. She now looked not only athirst, but also unsafe, like a lioness over her prey. Neha had begun to wonder if she 'd made a misapprehension by lusting after this seemingly friendly lady friend. Did she hate her sister ? Was she taking out all the angst against Mangala on the younger miss ? Illogical as it may look, it appeared to be the just explanation, rather the only when account she could obtain for the speedy alteration in her quandary. The other alternative, Neha shuddered to think, was that somehow Ria enjoyed causing painful sensation.

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

As she pondered over these, she saw Ria 's nous disappear again, along with the knife. Next moment, she felt something warm enclose her remaining tit. Unrestrained this clip, she saw Ria 's head latching onto the tit, sucking it like it was going to yeild milk. Inspite of the botheration ( and she could make out some of the topmost Gospel According to Mark on her tit ), Neha could n't help oneself but wonder at the new sentience that was beginning to course through her body. Having been freed temporarily ( she guessed ) from any new agony, she became more acutely mindful of the soft twist on her breast, which was causing her sexual urge, momentarily overwhelmed by pain, to get again. During the legion bedtime sojourn into the creation of her sexual illusion, she 'd question what it would be like to be sucked on by an grownup. Now, it was all coming true, in the strangest of circumstances, and though she was fully aware that this letup in Ria 's brutality may be delusory, she could n't serve but try more of Ria 's soft mouth, lapping and sucking at her set up nub. Finally raising her correctly hand, she placed it gently on Ria 's head, and was relieved to happen no resistor. Emboldened, she began to agitate her palm harder against Ria 's head, willing her to suck in harder. Ria seemed to abide by, causing Neha to become steadily more aroused.

As Ria 's ministration continued, Neha 's mind began once again to consider of pleasure, and joy alone. She began to entreat her bruised breast against her tormenter 's face, raising herself in the promise that Ria would thus get more of her tit into her sass. Rather conversely, Ria stopped, raising her point 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 chest bouncing. If Neha had hoped that she 'd be allowed to fellate on them, she was again defeated, for Ria now moved off completely, lowering herself onto the level. Before Neha could be, however, Ria casually picked up the vane from wherever she 'd provide it, and made a 1 threatening gesture towards her. In another present 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 emptiness of the cabin brought her to her signified, and she raised herself, massaging her brusied breasts as she did so. As the cool down air conditioned air began raise goose bump across her book binding, 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 mortify herself. 'Probably get raped too. '' Neha thought, recalling the fact that the sentry go 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 unknown region joy, and as the pain subsided, Neha began to wonder if being with Ria the one-half fan half sadist, may not be such a bad proposition after all.

Having aught 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 lady before. there was aught to turn out it, yet something in her emphatic, domineering graphic symbol told her that even if she had not, she would likely experience everything about lesbian sex, there was to cognize. And Neha wanted to ascertain out. After all, now that she had taken the plunge, the plunge that had left her nude yet strangely fulfilled in an vacuous cabin, she might as well learn more. Maybe, she could spend the dark with Ria, making beloved till ... ..

A go outdoors caught her attention. It seemed someone had opened the room access to the first base class compartment, and Neha could n't be sure if it was Ria or one of the safety device. Somehow she did n't want to hide herself from Ria, but ... ... Spotting the pocket-sized space below the lower berth, she quickly crawled into it. mo later, the doorway opened, and Neha could arrive at out a pair of military boots framed by the open room access. The trespasser had evidently hoped to find someone, and for a moment he stood there. Then, he abruptly turned and walked off, the phone of heavy rubber dying away. He had left the door candid, and Neha could n't be sure if he had left for dear, or was merely consulting a colleague. Her heart still in her mouthpiece, Neha lay as still as she could for a while, before crawling out and moving as softly as she could to the door.

Peering out, she saw narrow down passageway devoid of life, but phonation in the length. What should she do ? If they ran a exhaustive lookup of the cabin, they would surely happen her. Even if she was left unmolested, it would be a terribly embarassing to be discovered naked before so many girls. News would spread like wildfire ... ... as Neha scrutinised the end of the corridor from where the speech sound were coming, she suddenly found a lithe figure standing beside her. Jumping back in affright, it was a moment before she realized it was Ria, back with their bag and a shirt. Without a word, 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 moment, cypher seemed to produce sense. The sound of a voices nearing, however, suddenly cleared up her chief. Pulling on the shirt somehow, she saw the guard and the just the ticket checker moving towards the open air door of the compartment. Her heart in her mouth, she made a dash for it. She had no theme where Ria had gone, or where she was supposed to go. All she knew was that she had to get away, and the solely option seemed to be to keep track. Cabins whizzed past her as her eyes desperately searched for any house of Ria. She was nearing the end of the compartment, and soon she would be at another vestibule. Should she slack down ? She realized too later that it was n't an alternative, as a figure materialized before her. WHAM !

Next moment she was lying categoric on the storey, or more correctly, upon someone who was lying monotonous on the storey. 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. bother shot through her question, eclipsing all others, but Neha had no fourth dimension, much less breath, to shout. Three seconds later, she was laid down compressed on the floor, and the door securely closed.

Instantly her hands went to her poor hairsbreadth, but it did n't foreclose her from realizing that it had been Ria who had reacted so swiftly to Neha 's precipitately 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 clock time, there was grim urging written all over her fount. Lowering herself till she was inches from Neha 's face, Ria recklessly undid two button of the hastily donned shirt. Finding her unexpended tit, she squeezed it intemperate, forcing Neha to focus on the lady friend above her. Again, no Bible were spoken, but from motion, Ria made it clear-cut that they would have to be absolutely quiet till the two men left. Neha wanted to add, `` if they left '', but she guessed the older young lady already knew this.

But silence clearly did not equal with inactivity in Ria 's ledger, for she was soon fondling Neha again. Softly at first, as if to get the carriage of what she 'd left. Then harder. Neha 's shirt was opened again, but Ria made no sign of the zodiac of wanting to smack the succulent buds. Instead, she furnished two evilness looking clamps from her air hole ( inspite of the fear of inevitable pain in the ass, Neha could n't help wonder how a fille could be so resourceful, unless ... .she had planned for it ! ). Neha watched in all-inclusive eyeball repulsion as one of her still set up nipple was slowly captured by the clamp, before it closed over it. `` Unhhh ... .please Ria ! '' Next moment, a stinging pain on her left over boldness had joined the pain sensation coursing from her tit, and she opened her tearfilled eyes to see Ria giving her a stern aspect, one digit on her sass. Unfortunately, the visual sense also included the view of the other clamp, which was in the process of descending upon its helpless dupe. Unable to look, Neha felt the hurting all the more acutely as the clinch secured the mo mammilla. ineffective to moan, and pretty sure that Ria would pass on them on, Neha began to sob quietly.

As hot tears rolled down her buttock, she felt Ria tug at the material lying on either side of her. In a moment it was gone. Ria now got up, till Neha could see her towering over her, the crotch of her pants directly above her bureau. For a terrifying minute, 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 motion, even the heaving of her chest, seemed to increase the pain in Neha 's breast, she raised herself to see what Ria was upto. She was surprised to see her rummaging in Neha 's bag. Eventually, she fished out thr ee bras, each of a unlike invention. Selecting the virtually sheer of the lot, she dumped the others in the bag, and returned to the supine girl. In a straightaway gesture, she grabbed one clinch and yanked it so hard that Neha felt her tit would be ripped off. Instead, she found that her body had responded by moving to a sitting locating.

Ria moved behind the girl, and was raising her limp weapons system, so as to pull the bra shoulder strap over her shoulder joint from the strawman. This done, she hooked the bra behind her, pushing the clamps into odd locating, thereby causing the poor daughter further agony. As tears now flowed freely down her cheeks before landing upon her rack cleavage, Ria forced the girl to brook up, this time by pulling her hair. Staggering up in a pain-filled haze, Neha felt her lastly bit of goodly article of 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 ( unfit than bare, Neha told herself, realizing how abhorrent her bra-encased clamped mammilla were looking ), the missy saw Ria move around the fille, checking her out. Satisfied, she grabbed one of her ass cheeks, and squeezed it arduous. Neha, fearing another round of golf of agony, instinctively moved away, but Ria merely pulled on her hair to end this ohmic resistance.

Instead, she moved away, rummaging in her own bag this time. Out came what looked like a very narrow knock, some tape measure and pair of scissors. Leaving the belt-like legal document for the time being, Ria picked up Neha 's panties from where they 'd fallen, she balled them up and held them before Neha 's centre. Seeing the utterly confused look in her eyes, Ria chuckled, before landing another difficult smacking on her right cheek. As Neha opened her mouth in a scream, it was brutally cut abruptly by a ball of cotton plant which was wedged snugly between her tongue and upper teeth. Still stunned by the unexpected assault, Neha provided no electrical resistance as the elder girlfriend calmly cut out five in of the thick tape, and glued her lips shut with it. To be safe, another length of tape was soon complementing the former, at a separatrix to it.

Effectively gagged, Neha saw Ria take out a length of rope, with which she first made a grommet around a small handgrip protruding from an overhead AC vent, probably for pulling it down once the screw propeller were loosened. This done, Ria tugged at it, noting the lack of bm of the instrument panel. Neha realized now what the girlfriend was intending to do, and she began to stake off. She was almost at the door when she felt a familiar tug on her hair's-breadth. yelp, she felt herself pulled back roughly. Should she scream ? Her thinker 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 assistance. The fear of embarassment ? the fear of assault ? Or some perverse attraction to the young woman who was in the process of devising steadily more degrading and hurtful ways of torturing her ?

As her confused psyche gave no signal, her hitch hands were grabbed and attached rougly to the ends of the rope. Ria climbed upon the table between the mooring to produce a complex of burl which soon had Neha tied securely, like some puppet from a string. bad, the way she 'd been tied, her infantry were barely touching the ground, while her blue arms were in an odd stroke, unsupported and hurting. Whether Ria had intended this, or this odd position was all she could manage with the rocking of the railroad train and the angle at which she had to do the job, Neha could not tell. All she could severalise was that with her feet barely touching the ground, the rocking of the power train was all the more noticeable, and she felt that at any bit she might let loose counterpoise, and begin danging mid air by the weight of her helping hand. Worse, she might lend the AC grillwork panel and whatnot upon herself.

While Neha had been trying to fruitlessly adjust herself, Ria had returned with the belt-like instrument. If Neha had known better, it was really a lash of sorting, disguised to look like a smash so that the owner did not get questioning looks when it accidentally came out. However, as Neha was to learn, it was just as good as a normal whiplash, perhaps, on explanation of its girth, even more.

Ria now stepped back to admire the girl. Again, retention of an earlier encounter flooded her mind, making her half wish that her flow victim would be more cocky, would try to escape and contend back, just like the earlier one had done. Then, she 'd thought such ohmic resistance as a hindrance, but now, she realized it was half the fun. Sighing nostalgically, Ria wondered where that first gear young lady was now, and how she would link her with her portray victim. That was in the future tense, she reminded herself : for now she must train this girl, though to be fair Neha seemed to be betraying a horse sense of attraction which made her task far well-heeled. Indeed, Ria would have rewarded her for such idolatry, but training came first. Opening the door just a niggling bit, she checked the corridor. As she had hoped, the men had gone, deceived by the remainder of Neha 's article of clothing she 'd left in another cabin on the former side of the compartment. `` honorable, '' thought Ria, `` I have to get this done soon. '' Closing the doorway, she looked at the pathetic female child, in whose oculus the faint expectation that she would leave her alone, was dying out. Ria smiled, as she advanced with the serious object in her hand, till she was almost touching her victim.

Unlike her beginning victim, this one seemed almost on the wand of passing out. It would be a pathos if she did - after all, formulation did not include taking smelling salts. Still, if her commencement 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 construct her offer out from pain. It took away all the fun. Almost laughing at the girl 's predicament now, she stepped back.

WHACK ! The sound of the whip whistling through the air, before landing hard on a captive 's delicate body, was something Ria always relished. She relished even more the pathetic yelp of a gagged female child, who was being tortured for the first metre in her lifespan. The whip, to be true, had landed on abdomen, and the girl was now trying to support 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 railroad train made matters worse for the girl. As if to mock her attempt at escape, the blank space between the beths was sufficient for tying up a little girl and whipping her, but everytime she tried to escape, she would hit one of the berths. This now happened, the girl being wedged in the recession made by one of the berths and the table.It gave Ria the distinct impression of a cornered rat, terrified of the felid approaching it.

Ria knew she could welt Neha to a lustrous red in the current position, but she was never one to use her party whip indiscriminately. She now raised the whip again, allowing Neha to admire the arm for a entire two seconds, before landing it on her calf. Neha jumped and lost her counterbalance, hitting the mesa and being forced forward to regain her basis, due to the gruffness of the bonds above. Ria used this occassion to land another operose snow, right across her clamped tits. Stunned by the thirdly assault, Neha now fell back onto the table, before being forced to somehow move forward again.

Ria could n't help it anymore. Lowering the whip, she broke out laughing, which grew as she noted the cut short letter that the lash had made across her titmouse, the bra providing scant protection to her tits. Yet Ria the present moment Ria realized that her boob had some screening, she brought out the scissors. Beginning with the left-hand cup, she slowly began to cut out the weird bulge at the nerve centre of the cup. This freed up the clamp, and it stuck out of the bra like a impossibly prospicient nipple. The other cup followed, and Ria let the opus of fabric fall away.

Grabbing Neha, she roughly pushed the lost young woman towards the other side of the cabin, till she was almost at the door. This allowed Ria plentiful acess to Neha 's soaked butt. Though she always had a predilection for knocker, she could n't facilitate but admire the round of golf lissomeness of her brawn, which clenched involuntarity in otiose anticipation of where the next shock would go. Yet for a few present moment Ria paused to admire her fair game again. Neha was diluent than the other girl, and her ass more close. She could just imagine how a dildo would look, sticking out between those earth. Ria smiled - what Neha lacked in spirit, she more than made up with a cause of death organic structure.

whang ! Neha felt as if a knife had been run across the length of her back. She would have believed that that was indeed the case, had she not bang 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 give matters big, not only were the lashes heavily and irregular, with each reverse, her scurrying only added to the pain in her hands. By now she was for certain her articulatio were about to pop out. Yet she could n't simply stand there and take the pain could she ? crack ! This blow landed between her bare ass impertinence, periliously close to her anal hole. She lost her balance again, and tumbled to one side, hitting the moorage and bouncing off, her axilla flaring up in the tardy of serial of terrible experiences.

But it was far from over. As Neha turned to see where the succeeding blow would come, the next black eye indeed landed on her side, making her startle like a pit cat. As she moved to one side, so as to avert getting the future one at the Lapplander spot, she saw the whip rise again, and acres on her left leg. Again, she lost her balance, and crashed into a built in bed, this meter hitting her shoulders. And so it went on. Every time Neha would move, she would get a whip on a dissimilar portion of her physical structure. Though her intellect told her that flight was impossible, her consistency tried on, getting exhausted, and developing a grave tune in her handwriting. All the while, Ria continued to face on with an verbalism of amusement, which somehow, Neha feared but could not hate. Somehow, even when torturing her, when making her run around like an animal in a cage, there was something alluring about the girl, something which Neha knew would make her arrest even if she was on the verge of destruction. Somehow, she was attracted, fatally perhaps, to everything Ria, including the sadistic fetish for hurting her.

Ria watched with growing amusement as the girl kept on trying to escape the C. Eventually she felt her party whip arm tiring, and knew her early arm would n't be able to whip her half as well. Neha too seemed to be tiring, and Ria realized that she might either do permanent damage to her draw hands, or may pass out. She landed a final set of lashes to the clamped teat, causing the clamps to fly in all directions, bringing Forth saucy moan and feel of despair from the exhausted female. Flexing her muscles, Ria now threw the whip on one of the berths, before sampling the salty fluids which were freely flowing down the miss 's face. This done, she gently stroked Neha 's brain like a dog, before gently probing her pussy. She had intentionally left her snatch untouched, such that it was most responsive when she began to get laid her. But first, she decided that it was time to check upon the girls, and rule a way of getting her first prisoner, into the cabin. Undoing the bonds which held the girl upright, she allowed her to collapse onto the floor. Using the freed rophy to tie her legs, she checked the gag, then walked out, making trusted that no one saw her emerge.

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

Once she was gone, she approached the ticket chequer and the safety, who looked at her with expectant eyes. `` Has she .... ? '' she asked. Both nodded, barely able-bodied to hide out their excitation. `` Give me half an hour. '' They nodded again, and Ria went back in, resuming her in the first place place opposite the two conservative daughter. They paid no attention to her. Apsara was gone, and Ria stretched herself. breeding was tiring, if pleasurable and she was hungry. Further, though she would have preferred to starve Neha and the other girl, she knew she would have to smuggle food out for them. Thankfully, it seemed that her initiatory victim, who should have by now joined Neha, had anticipated this. Sitting where Apsara had been, were three food pack. Smiling, she hid them with a blanket, before getting on with her work.

'' Err ... .Shilpa ? '' she barely recalled the name of one of the daughter, 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 ticket and that Mangala had asked her to inform them about it. They had better lecture to the ticket checker. The two exchanged disturbed glances, not bothering to doubt the sincerity of Ria 's command. Once they had hurriedly finished their food, Ria asked them to conduct their baggage in case they had to relocate to some other compartment. This done, she led them out. It could n't be helped that they became a spectacle, but she was sure her for the first time 'love', rather captive, 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 of them, Ria smiled at them.

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

'' for certain sure '' the two men replied in unison. Ria smiled, nodded at the confused female child, and exited the compartment to the jarring tune of female person belly laugh.

Meanwhile, in a first grade cabin, Mangala had just discovered her baby fabrication in a DoS of mess, with red lines crisscrossing across her back. Her bridge player were tied and her she was gagged. As she digested the full deduction of what had happened to her, she ran her hands gently over the red pedigree, which turned her sister 's fair flesh into a chequerboard. Turning her over, she saw that the poor female child 's bra had been cut out, two large clamps attached on her pap. Reaching down to slay one, she though the salutary of it. Instead she paused to admire the unfaltering melon of the lady friend, which she had seen often, but for the first time, in this `` new '' way. Not certain why she did it, she gave one of the clinch a gentle tug, causing the flesh to develop with it, before falling back with a bounce. She repeated the summons with the former clamp, harder this clip. Neha made a slight drift, and Mangala let go. Instead, she cupped the tit, marvelling at its fulness. No curiosity boys lusted after her - Mangala 's Sweet and devoid sister, who was just embarked upon an unpredictable journey into the nameless.

Though seeing her sister this way made her want to lessen her agony, she knew practiced than to do anything about it. Instead, she realized that she was feeling as strange, unacceptable whizz in her loins, one which told her that her sister would be a keen shtup. For a full-of-the-moon five minutes she resisted the impulse, forcing her intellect instead to wonder what all her babe had been through. This her brain easily guessed, and as she pictured the twisting, she felt the itch growing stronger. Finally, her mind told her that there was no way the sadist who had done this to her sis would cook life any easier for Neha, and she might as well get a few loving moments between endless seance of torturing. Lowering herself till her knocker touched the clamps, she placed her full lips onto those of her baby.

Ria quickly exited the compartment, and entered the first year one, this metre without pausing. Her programme so far was working perfectly. She felt no pity for Shilpa and her booster. 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 tracks or sold. Either way, since they stayed in the hostel, it would be months before their parents came to suss out, and by that sentence, she was surely she could cook up something. Perhaps she would n't call for to, if what she was now planning went well.

Reaching the cabin doorway in a dozen pace, she banged on the door. A mo later, a scared looking female person opened it, with another lying gagged and bounds in the background. Wordlessly, she strode in, leaving it to the first daughter to shut down the threshold. Once she turned after doing it, she found Ria inspecting the daughter on the floor. Smiling at the sleeping var., Ria got up, and nodded at the other girl. The girl knew what was expected of her. For the first-class honours degree few days of her training, she had not, and then had refused to jazz. Her stubborness had been dealt with in the harshest way possible, with her body being left one-half suspended in water for a fully January nighttime. To her fill-in, and subsequent dismay, her excellent immunity prevented pneumonia, though she went down with a febrility. Worse than feverishness, though was the experience of being in icy common cold water for hr on end, almost totally naked. Coupled with whippings and cigarette burn mark, she had not only memorise to do what she was about to do now, but also a overplus of difficult, degrading and exhausting services that her cruel mistress demanded of her. If she still maintained an air of haughtiness, that was simply because it served her kept woman'function. Inside, she was her personal sex slave.

The slave now began to get out of her clothes. Ria had ruined dozens of her dresses, sometimes ripping them off, more often cutting them at especial places, so as to turn the substance of defending her modesty into legal document aiding her humiliation. She did not require to destroy her latest apparel, and got out of it before Ria could lose interest in the saltation girl. Now in her intimate apparel, the young lady waited for her mistress to give the signal. Many a times, she would ask her to keep her lingerie on, though again it would serve intent diametrically opposite to what they normally were meant for. On this occassion, she got the sign to uncase completely, and with a touch of guiltiness at how completely she had fallen under Ria 's go, she stripped off her clothes with a sentience akin to relief.

Next instant, she was on all fours, crawling towards her possessor like the bitch she was. Ria paid no interest to this evolution till the miss was literally at her feet. Now she allowed the girl to remove her denim, and then her pantie, exposing her hairy gash to the female. Ria now got up and sat down on Neha 's boundary body, positioning herself upon her second joint. As the slave changed way, Ria casually opened her wooden leg, allowing the girl to bring down herself to the horizontal surface of her vagina. The slave began with aristocratic licking, flicking the outer fleshy folds. Ria knew she had had to civilize her quite a lot to teach her the art of eating out another woman, but today she was n't in a mood to try out such art. Grabbing a fistful of the girl 's fuzz, which was done up in a ponytail, she pushed her harder into her love hole. The daughter between her stage realized that her mistress was raring today, and began licking harder. Grabbing her head with the other hand, Ria responded to this effort by reaching below her to caress one of her slave 's weeping nipple. Those tit, easily 38DD, were one of the reasons she had chosen her, and not one of the more beautiful ( and athletic ) young woman. Had she known then that she would have such a great puss of a sister, she would definitely have broken both. As it were, she was only vaguely cognizant of Neha till she saw her a couple of days back. Now, she was grateful that she had indeed chosen such a slut.

Her bridge player reached one of the heavy flesh firing dangling from the hard worker 's thorax, and she cupped it for a moment, adjusting herself so that the owner of the mammilla could go on her body of work at her cunt. As the girl lapped operose, she squeezed the tit hard, finding the extended nipple easily. Taking it between her thumb and forefinger, she twisted it cruelly, causing the strumpet to gasp into her pussycat. Laughing, she released the tit, focussing on getting upper limit delight out of the efforts of her hussy. She could sense the fleshy knife probing hard at her, seeking her button, then finding it and flicking it, then moving off to wee-wee Mexican valium and patterns on her pussy rampart before returning to the most spiritualist voice 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 travail to slow down, allowing her slave to proceed up the tempo.

'' Ahhh ... ..faster you bitch. Lick like your life depends upon it. '' She could not be for sure that the missy, with her head trapped between her Ria 's thigh, heard her correctly, but Ria made no effort to exchange anything, apart from grabbing her pilus with both men and pushing her head further into her pussy, till she was sure the female child could harldy breathe. But the break one's back knew better than to intermit, going harder and faster, licking desperately at the slick walls, burying herself in the fluids it produced, which were currently coating her buttock, optic, nose and indeed her whole cheek, matting her hair as it did so.As she flicked her clit again, she felt the girl 's pegleg stiffen.Next here and now she was writhing in climax, thrashing like a crazed fauna atop the bound girlfriend, with her hard worker being drowned in her cum between her legs.

For what seemed like an eternity, the slave felt wave after wave of her schoolma'am'cum airstream over her, till she believed that this time she would surely be drowned. Finally, the legs on either side of her went hobble, and she was thrown away, hitting the bunk and collapsing beside it. As her nipple bounced on her chest before coming to remain, she saw the female child staring at her, with a mixture of shock, horror and dismay. The striver sighed, and looked away. very much as she knew that this was bound to happen sometime, it still hurt her to realize that her younger sister, the sweet and innocent Neha, had just seen her elder sis, the proud, haughty and tight-laced Mangala being used like an inflatable fucktoy. As the striver Mangala closed her eyes, a tear escaped it, mixing with the cum flowing from Ria 's pussy.

As the afterglow of a mindboggling orgasm subsided, Ria raised herself to view the two female person. One, the one she had been with since morning, was thin, lithe and had low firm titty. Her sis, however, was slightly fat, but over her bulging breadbasket, she had two huge melon. Infact she had lusted after them from the inaugural day she had met her. With some entertainment, she remembered the day she 'd spend wondering how to founder the haughty young lady. In the end it had been ridiculously sluttish. Perhaps she had never been in such a position. More likely she had never had to use her arms to hold herself in her lifetime. Either way, one night when they were sleeping over at Ria 's situation, she had grabbed her, and armtwisted the girl into giving her a retentive lesbian kiss. To be sure enough, Mangala had put up much more ohmic resistance than Neha had, but in the end Ria had won, and thus began Mangala 's line of descent into orgy. She had been progressively broken, made to suck off all sort 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 education had just begun. There was still a hanker, albeit enjoyable way to go.

It was time to erect Neha. As she bent down, she saw that Neha was indeed wake up. On her font was a look of dibelief, coupled with hopelessness. Had she hoped that her baby would somehow rescue her ? It was not abnormal given the air of invincibility Mangala gave out to the outside world, albeit interspersed with Roger Huntington Sessions of slavery as the present one. Supressing her desire to laugh at her naivety, Ria dragged Neha up. It was now dependable to undo her bonds and gag, and these were skilfully done away with. Once parentage surged back into Neha 's arms, the pain sensation in them seeemed to develop again. Yet she barely felt the pain, as the word that her sister was infact a sex slave was yet to sink in. She saw the Ria land a kick on Mangala 's rear, and the girl scurried up onto her articulatio genus, her optic betraying summate submission.

Ria felt amused by the look of continued surprisal in her eyes. As she continued to look at this foreign reunion, her mind formed an idea. She grabbed Neha and forced her to stand. Ria motioned Mangala to lay down, and pushed down Neha on top. However, she made her number around, such that Neha, when she was finally lying on her elderberry bush babe, was staring at her sister 's snatch. Positioning Neha such that her legs were on either face of the former sister 's head, she grabbed Neha, one helping hand on her head the early on her ass. Pausing for a bit to admire her ass again, she then pushed both downwards.

Neha found herself staring at her own sister 's pussy, her enquire if she was to do what pornstars did in such circumstances. Her care were confirmed when she felt a tongue, which could only be that of her babe, gently probing her pussy. She tried to rend away, still unable to fathom the consequences of being eaten out by her own sister. But Ria would have none of it, controlling her by the hair's-breadth. Realizing that she had no option, bust began to work in her middle again as she extended her knife to the brown gash. With extremum reluctance, she began to probe the pussy with her knife. However, clearly she was doing something wrong, for Ria pulled her up by the hair again. Using one of her hands, she pried give Mangala 's kitty-cat opening, and pushed Neha into it. Neha, suffocated for the moment, had no option to cream away at the pink inside of her babe 's gash.

As Neha slowly licked, Ria stood back to admire the sight of the two sis eating each early out. `` the perfect family '' she thought. Just one thing was missing, her mind added. Going back to her bag, she searched for a dildo, and found it. Strangely, it was different from the one she had. It was thinner, but longer. As she wondered at its presence, she realized that she had been going through Neha 's bag. Smiling at the fact that the `` innocent '' lady friend was not so innocent after all, she picked it up and took out a bottle of lubricating substance from her own bag. Applying it generously over the dildo, she went back to the `` match '', and settled down upon Neha. By now, Mangala 's relief had brought out a fair measure of juice from her younger sister. Mangala 's own pussy was getting wet as well, but given the lack of expertness of Neha, Ria suspected it was more out of the good sense of eating out Neha that Mangala was getting wet.

Having thoroughly lubed the dildo, Ria positioned it over Neha 's ass. As she did so, she saw the quondam sister 's eyes, visible through the crack of Neha 's ass, beseech her not to take her untried babe 's virginity. `` It 's your babe 's Mangifera indica ( the name by which Ria referred to Mangala, and specifically to her knocker ). She 's not so free after all. '' Before she could digest the fact, Ria added `` And, it 's not for her pussy. '' Mangala 's reflection changed to one of shock, as she realized what her mistress meant. A moment later, she saw her fears turn into reality, even as her sis 's puss released increasing amount of money of cum onto her face.

Neha was becoming steadily more aroused. She had given up the unequal engagement against her sis 's skilful work, her mind forcing her to take the fact that just like when she 'd been tied up, no matter what she did, she would birth to look the same fate. This meter, the portion was enjoyable, and she settled down to enjoy her sis 's licking. Though Ria was no longer forcing her, Neha continued to lick at her sister 's pussy, which rewarded her with juice she never knew her sister had. impossible though it was, Neha realized that if indeed she was Ria 's slave, she would herself have cum 100 of prison term. The very sentiment, 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 snatch to explore. Refusing to answer the head her mind asked, she began to lick with greater vigour, seeking to recover the one stain which was sensitive in every girl.

However, as she increased her pace, she felt something severely touching her ass. Maybe Ria had kept something there ? She paid little care, 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 tip where her son of a bitch was. It could no longer be a coincidence - the affair, whatever it was, was going to record her ! She now raised her head, and found her voice for the starting time time. `` Please Ria, do n't put it there ! Please, I 'll do anything. ''

Her judgment cruelly told her that she would anyhow do anything the girl wanted, and right now she wanted to screw her in the ass. Ignoring her idea as she had done so often today, Neha besseched her again. SHe got no answer, Ria too intent upon forcing the foreing object down the resisting sloping trough to bother. By now the dildo was pushing hard against her Virgin sphincter, and Ria felt nostalgic in thinking of the metre she 'd broken in Mangala 's mother fucker, in the back of a talking to hall, even as the course of study went on before them.

Mangala had remained tranquilize. Neha however was already blabbering something, and Ria had to pause to swat away the weak hired hand that was hovering around Ria 's waistline. Infact, she turned around such that she was facing Neha 's ass, and her Sister 's typeface. Bending down to get a better tone at her virgin ass, she began pushing harder, unforced the ohmic resistance to afford way. At the other end, Neha had guessed from what Ria told her Sister that it was her own dildo being pushed into the haywire jam. Cursing her conclusion to bring it along, she clenched her teeth, willing herself to bear this out in silence.

Yet the pain sensation was becoming unbearable. As she screwed up her face and bit her turn down lip, she suddenly felt the affair pause. For a wannabee moment she believed that Ria had given up, though she knew effective than to believe a adult female like RIa would break up on anything. She was right. A few second later, she felt a brutal pain in her ass, which told her that her anal sphincter had been totally violated, that her own dildo was now ensconed in her turd tube. Neha could n't tolerate it anymore. Opening her mouth, she screamed out.

It seemed like an eternity before silence descended. She could have stopped the scream 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 striver scream. Now she heard the pitiable creature scream in suffering, reminding her again of the multiple clock time her elderberry bush sister had obliged her schoolmistress the Lapp way. Neha would too, Ria thought, but this would do for now.

Mangala meanwhile had diligently kept at her set apart job, and even amidst the infliction she knew her sister was going through, her slit had been giving out plenteous total of juice. When RIa had told her that her sister was not a Virgin, she had refused to conceive it. But now she, being drenched in the fluids of her own sister, did not quite feel so sure. Again, instead of bringing worry and shame as it would once have, the thought merely brought excitement to the girl, making her add more of her own juice to Neha 's face at the opposite end.

Now, as she watched the dildo go in with a brutal poking, 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 thick. Her sister 's ass muted the belly laugh that were coming out of her baby 's mouth, and this allowed her to watch as the dildo, about 9 inches long, went in about halfway through. Then Ria pulled it out a little, and then it went deeper, almost seven 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 little, wondering if Neha had reached her limit. She still remembered breaking in the hotshot student on her lap at the book binding of the hall, but then only about 5 in had gone in. Clearly her petite sister could lead Sir Thomas More. Ria shoved in support harder, sending another half inch inside. She could see Neha 's ass muscles spasming, as she tried to boot out the alien object. But it was futile - her own choice of dildo, meant even without Ria holding it there, she would not be able to remove it. Infact, Ria removed her hand, enjoying the way the dildo stuck there, rising and fallilng gently as her ass quivered. Looking directly at Mangala as she stared up at the dildo, she said `` Now your little puppy also has a tail. ``

At the other end, Neha could n't believe what was happening to her ass. She had been brutally impaled, and the thing would not actuate out. Crying now, she begged Ria again, but only silence, coupled with the very wakeful sounds of a tongue lapping against a girlfriend 's sex - her sex - came to her ears. Neha wondered if she would be able-bodied to rat properly again in her life history, but such thoughts were being periodically interrupted not only by the annoyance in her ass, but the fact that her Sister was carrying on with her task of taking Neha to orgasm. And as the immature girl now realized, she was very close to success.

So close infact that Neha wanted to labor her pussy against her Sister 's look. Since Ria 's weight prevented it, she remained still, licking Mangala occassionally, but concentrating mostly on the pangs of delight that were emanating so close from her reference of pain. Then suddenly, she felt Ria start 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 baby 's rapidly moistening cunt. She did the latter, infact burying her brass in the soft crimp, seeking comfort from the blinding pain in her babe 's private parts.

Mangala, by now determined to necessitate her sister to orgasm, licked evermore furiously at her baby 's twat. Infact, she was trying to do better than what she did for her schoolmarm, since her nous gave her the weird logic that Neha needed her Sir Thomas More than did Ria. As she saw the dildo movement out gradually, she felt something hard press against her own slit, and the actualisation that it was her sister 's brass, which had only been intermittently in contact with her, raised her upheaval respective plication. Was she too trying to get her off ? Mangala knew Neha was inexperienced, so it was expected that she would not do a large job. Whatever she did, however, was good enough for her. Her finding increasing as the dildo finally exited Neha with a pop, she licked furiously, enjoying the slight buckling of her sister 's slit over her.

Ria, having removed the dildo completely, noted the blood and shit it was covered in. Wondering fro a moment if she should get it cleaned by either of the girls, she realized how close both were to orgasm, and she was determined to have a dildo in Neha 's snatch the first time she was brought to a tribade orgasm. Positioning the dildo, she plunged in interior again, causing Neha to raise her head to screaming, 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 dead body beneath her were beginning to worm in pleasance. Again the dildo went in, and came out - almost, before plunging in. Now she was moving it out faster, and still faster, drilling that troll ass to the full.

As she did so, Neha, her fount buried in Mangala 's pussy, realized at the Saami prison term that her babe appeared close to cumming, and also that the rape of her ass was causing a foreign sense datum. Where there had been pain before, there was infliction still, but with a belief of violation which was strangely arousing. As Ria went faster and faster, she realized that Mangala 's work and Ria 's rape were going to merge 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 sensory faculty 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 twat. she bit into it, grazing something like a nub in the process, as she felt her floodgates open. At the other end, Mangala felt something move deeper into her pussy, before touching her neglected clit. The intuitive feeling, coupled with the realization that her baby had finally found her clit, was too much for her. She let out a recollective groan as her own snatch exploded into the boldness of her younger baby.

As they came, Ria felt the unseasoned bodies writhing below her. Cum was gushing like a two headed fountain on either end, spraying both girls together, as if underscoring the fact that they were babe. Ceasing to love Neha 's ass, Ria passively enjoyed the yield of her drive - two adulteress sisters cumming to each other. What could be better ?

As the counterpart 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 hour later, she was slowly crawling up into a kneeling position, as Ria returned from her bag with two neckband. She held them out to the older girl, and Mangala instantly knew which one was hers. Taking it, she obediently fastened it around her neck, such that in front 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 facial expression of confused lecherousness in her face. Trying to smile as best as she could, she reached out and held the leash before Neha 's centre. Behind her, a articulation came `` WIth proper ceremony Cumbitch. ``

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

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

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

confusedness increased on the girl 's look. Mangala held the tag close to the miss 's eye, remembering well the day, just after the outcome had announced that Mangala had topped the year, when her own `` ceremony '' had taken place, her Au palm being stuffed up her ass in the summons. Neha took her time to read 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 bear this change, Ria was fastening string to the anchor ring dangling from the two collars. Next instant, she found herself trying to get up on her pegleg, but was motioned to stay on all four by her sister. As Ria began to lead them out of the cabin and into the corridor, she finally realized her predicament - she was now Cumbitch 's sister, Fuckbunny. As she looked at Mangala crawling beside her, she wondered what all she would make to brave in her new avatar. But before she could do so, her eye fell on the two flesh bagful hanging from Mangala 's chest. Somewhere, in some different world, she may have been horrified by the thought of being carnally attracted to her own baby. But in this present world, where she had just had sex with her, and been turned into a fuckpet for the lady friend who owned her sister, nothing seemed logical anymore.

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

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

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

Ria stood there, not certainly if she would be arrested or not. She had told them she would be stoned for the dark, but things clearly had n't gone that way. THen, her voice shakiness, she asked, `` S-so ? ``, noting as she said so, the number of sentry go 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 narrative, as well as all locale and the patch, are completely fabricated. Any resemblance is purely cooccurring.

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