`` An unexpected journeying ''

Neha stood in social movement of the mirror, staring at her petite 5'2 frame, straightening her amobarbital sodium blouse, before moving to the trunks she had paired with them. Noticing a svelte blemish on the right leg, she turned to exchange it, before stopping herself. It was an educational trip-up after all, that too with her elderberry bush sister and her friend. Dropping the plan to vary her shorts, she began to go for sunscreen to her face, preparing for the hot sun that beat down outside.

As she applied the emollient generously over her oviform face, before rubbing some more on her os frontale and over her eyelids, she again paused to check herself out. Barring the fact that she had some white separatrix of excess ointment making not so artistic job on her cheeks, she looked pretty much the way she wanted to appear. At 19 and just out of her first year in a girls'college, Neha may have some softheaded theme about what the world wanted a young lady to calculate like, but no one could deny that she was pretty. If her Father-God were to be believed, it was her Amygdalus communis shaped oculus, rare for her community, set on a slightly elongated face, with high supercilium and perfect brim, which made her the cynosure of all eyes. That those eyes had hitherto been those of ageing auntie, street ragtag and ofcourse her prude of a sister, was not her fault. As she adjusted the straight shoulder length hairsbreadth which completed her visage, she was filled with the all too familiar longing to be appreciated by a man. With her flavour, why would n't they ? But first, she 'd have to find oneself a way of evading her Sister 's iron grasp, something she 'd not yet been able to do. Sighing, she reminded herself that it was an educational trip after all.

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

'' Mom if I needed anything else, I 'd have added it already. Now if you 'd do as I asked you to, maybe your daughters will be able to just becharm the train. '' Typical Mangala. Neha sighed again, as she descended the stairs. Halfway down, however, Mangala noticed the apparition, and promptly shifted her ire onto her younger sibling. `` My dear baby missy, if you could kindly get your things prepare instead of staring at your cranium, we 'd all be much obliged. '' It took Neha a few minute to register the Book cranium, seconds in which Mangala had covered the distance between them, and was pushing her up the stairs like a sackful of potato.

Once the stunned missy was in her room once again, Mangala wasted one breath complaining about the quite a little in the room, before shifting to particular. `` Did you pack all I asked you to ? ``

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

'' commodity. Extra batteries for the tv camera ?'

'' Yes ''

And so it went on, till Neha was quite sure enough they 'd spend the day checklisting every article in her room. This, after Mangala had personally supervised her packing the Nox before. `` What 's that big bulky physical object sticking out of the backpack ? '' Before she could serve, her sister 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 sullen flavour. The teddy flew into the wardrobe, and her Sister stomped out. From the bottom of the stairs came a footnote to ingest her mobile and get her stuff downstairs in five second base. Openly swearing now, Neha finished packing, intentionally placing the toy back in the bag. This done, she picked up her electric cell and purse, before running a quick check for anything she 'd left behind. null except ... ..her eyes spotted an elongated object sticking out of her underwear drawer. On a hunch, she picked it up and stuffed it into her bag. All done, she headed down, wondering if the educational trip would be allowed to remain just that.

An 60 minutes and another stuffed toy related argument later, Neha found herself in a wagon train compartment with fifty more smelly female, all of whom were desperately trying to hide their trunk odour with a variety of redolent chemical compound. None were succeeding, her nasal mother wit informed her, as she somehow managed to force between Apsara, who looked more like the obese mother of an angel than an angel herself, and her baby 's friend Ria. Much to her relief, Ria proved to be more amiable ship's company. Ria was 21, and easily stood a foot over Neha. A natural athlete and terpsichorean, her fig reminded one of the features of the female figurine which adorned the walls of temples. `` 36C-28-40 '' Neha made a mental guess of the daughter 's statistic.

To her embarassment however, she found Ria staring at her as she was just rounding off her round ass. Looking away hurriedly, Neha pretended to be admiring Apsara, something which drew an appreciative smile from the heavy girl. Unfortunately, the smile only made her look even more like soul 's mother-in-law, and Neha was forced to look away. Right in social movement of her, two conservative-looking girls were poring over something in a book filled with numbers. One of them met Neha 's stare, shifting with dislike to the short she was wearing. Exasperated by the responses she was getting, yet dreaded of looking at Ria again, Neha moved her head in random commission for a few minutes. Everywhere she looked however, she was met with questioning, sometimes disapproving looks. They seemed to say `` What 's your line here kid ? '' They were right. This was a Third class trip, and had her Sister not used her influence to get an duplicate ticket for her, there was no way she 'd have been in the string at that bit. On s thought, maybe getting bored for two long summer month was better than going to a bunch of careen cut caves with a bevy of evil looking fille. And where exactly was her sister ?

Ria seemed to study her persuasion. `` Feeling out of office eh ? It happens. Your sister is busy with the ticket-checker, probably haggling over something. '' Neha had no option but to look at her now, and she was again struck by Ria 's lineament - only this time, they were facial. Neha noted, with appreciation the fact that Ria too had an prolate face, but her eyes were big and bout. So too were her rim, the light pinko on them going well with her lighting hide tone. Like all female child Neha knew, Ria had black fuzz, made into whorl which fell gracefully along her berm. Now, as she spoke, she gently brushed one of them aside. Before she realized what she was doing, Neha had reached out and was gently stroking those silken locks.

If Ria found her behaviour strange, she showed no sign of it. Instead she let her friend 's baby stroke her hair, running her hanker snowy fingers through the calamitous mass, gently pulling it till it gave way. Instinctively, she moved one, then all, fingerbreadth from the hair to the bazaar cheeks. unable to develop eye contact, Ria felt soft digit glide ever so gently over her face, till they covered her cheeks, moving over her poke towards her forehead.

Suddenly Neha was cognizant of a cough behind her, and turned to see Apsara looking at her with an expression like that of her mother. Nonplussed, she stared straight ahead, at the two girls. They too had noticed the more than favorable affection of this stranger towards their classmate, and in all likeliness would have coughed, nay belched if Apsara not obliged. they now looked at her with an expression akin to the fold towards a heretic. Unable to return to Ria after what had transpired, Neha instead settled in for a war of brilliance.

She did not know how long she kept up the inadequate struggle, but eventually she tired of constantly giving stares which were more in the sphere of her sister. Instead, she got up, and without casting so much as a look towards the target of her unexpected affection, she headed towards the can. Unfortunately, news appeared to own travelled fast, for she got inquisitive stares and the occassional giggle from many of the women. Reaching the door, of the compartment, she realized it was open, allowing the unfastened countryside to step on it by. More importantly, after the suffocating atmospheric state of the berths, she found the cool air rushing in from the fields, refreshing. Evidently it had rained sometime in the neighborhood they were passing, and Neha settled down to enjoy the breeze.

With the picnic however, the opinion of Ria seemed to return. What had she done ? On the side of it, all she had done was admire the smasher 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 touch by a mil and more. Somehow, she 'd felt attracted to the girl as she 'd not been to any other person. Had Ria too admired her ? She 'd always wanted to be admired by a man, but at that bit she desperately wanted to be appreciated by Ria. Unknowingly, she 'd developed a crush on Ria.

As she pondered in depth the maturation of the previous one-half time of day, she did not mark another figure emerge behind her, and stand silently for a minute. It made a gesture as if it 'd choose to go back, then stopped. Sighing, it lowered itself beside the retrospecting fille. Getting no reaction from her, she gently placed a hand over the girl 's thin shoulder joint. 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 individual she 'd been thinking about, was hardly concealed. Ria gave her a reassure look, then settled beside her, admiring the countryside as it raced past them. It did n't help, as she could sense Neha trembling beneath her. Trying to becalm her down feather, she moved closer, till their shoulder met. Now she could feel her full body vibrating with the shudder emanating from the lady friend beside her.

Neha felt Ria fracture closer. though she now had copious reasonableness to look 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 prudish girl in the world, she 'd heard the talking to a million times, and had become resistant to such comments. Still, this was not her baby, but the girl she ... .Neha forced her mind to say the word `` care '', but she knew her judgment had formed a different news. A word which Ria seemed to somehow sense, for she withdrew her hired man. Yet she did not leave, but stayed there, staring straight person ahead.

Moments passed. Neha cast a evanesce coup d'oeil at her sister 's admirer, who seemed so different from her sister, yet so distant rightfield now. What was she thinking ? Neha cast another glance, and this clip Ria met her regard. Their eyes were locked onto each other, and again Neha found herself drifting somewhere she knew she mus n't go. Strangely, it seemed that Ria ... ..Ria had broken the regard, looking away, her middle blank. Neha continued to stare, ineffectual to split up her gaze away from the beautiful side before her. Yet she too looked away after a moment, realizing that she had again drifted into life-threatening water system. But, had Ria followed her, even for that minute fraction of a second ? Neha could n't tell.

They sat as before, each staring ahead. Yet now Neha had a burning desire to be intimate what the other sentiment, and raised her eyes towards Ria again. Before she could study her in any detail, however, one of the girls from the compartment appeared at the boundary of her sight. Quickly, she looked away, her ears nevertheless noting a giggle from the interloper 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 hollow compartment, spend clip 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 Christian Bible `` delay ''. Neha settled down again, wondering why she needed to wait, and for what. Still, this was the low reaction she 'd got from the daughter after the second lustful mo, and she was n't about to disobey. Ria made no further sign of knowing her, and as the minutes ticked by, Neha increasingly began to suspect that they were waiting for the giggling girl to allow for. Her guess was right-hand. After an eternity, the fille emerged and headed back, serenading the couple with another snicker.

As soon as she was gone, Ria jumped up, grabbed Neha roughly by the arm and with surprise strength, yanked her up. Before she knew anything, Neha found herself flying across the vestibule, into another compartment. This was evidently the first year compartment, for on each side of meat were threshold leading into cabins. Ria chose the second, and peered in. It was empty-bellied. From the look of things, all of them were empty. side by side moment, Neha felt herself shoved into the cabin, with Ria following, shutting the doorway behind her.

Ria now turned around, staring at an equally dyspnoeal Neha. For the foremost time the two of them were alone, away from all the others. Neither of them made a relocation, trough Neha could take it no more. Tentatively, she took a step towards Ria, her rapid breathing adding to the horse sense of despair that animated her feature film. Ria instinctively took a stone's throw back. Neha stopped, then slumped down on a berth, looking out of the window. Ria waited another moment, before taking a seat. To Neha 's surprise, it was not opposite, but beside her.

'' Neha ... .. ''

Neha did n't want to look. So far she 'd been convinced that Ria had been offended by her prelude, and had come to crystallize matters out. But if that was the lawsuit, why drag them in here ? This secluded berth was less apt for apology than for ... ..'Neha .... '' Neha could n't digest it anymore. She looked, and was surprised to see a strange look in Ria 's eyes. Before she could realize it, Neha was looking deep into Ria 's heart again, and this time, Ria came forward, till they were right beside each other. As if on cue, Neha 's hands moved towards her look, resuming what had been rudely disturbed earlier. This time 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 eyes fixed on Ria, her forefinger digit began to push harder, till it was pushing against a bony barrier. Harder, and she felt Ria open her lip a little. Warm air wafted out, drifting over Neha 's script, causing her finger's breadth to push harder, till it was inside her mouth. As it began to explore her buccal cavity, Neha could feel her desire growing stronger, forcing her to push in a second gear, then a 3rd fingerbreadth. But fingers were not enough.

Her partner meanwhile, was quicker in analyzing the situation. Having been surprised by the lust the jr. girl felt towards her, she 'd waited till she could be indisputable of it. Never the one to come near anyone directly, she 'd spiel the division of the storm fille to perfection. Now that she could be certain, she felt she could consider on ... ..Ria 's attention was distracted by one of Neha 's nails brushing against her sensitive cheeks. Yet the very distraction brought back storage of an earlier clock time, with a different person. `` So like '' she thought, `` even exactly Saami. '' Suppressing the urge to jest at the sensory faculty of deja vu, she instead decided that the risks were now minimum. She might as well get on with it. In a moment, she had effected it. Neha 's wet digit were now in mid air, her eubstance turned around skilfully till it was compressed upon the spot. Getting the associate sensory faculty of being in control, she lowered herself onto the fille, wondering if she would taste just like ... ...

Her spouse, surprised by the sudden departure of control condition, was soon in the double-dyed cloud nine of her first Lesbian kiss. . She now felt sure she 'd always wanted Ria, Ria 's soft sass to be take. She felt for sure her attraction was primeval, something which she 'd not clearly realized. Why how when. Neha 's intellect asked in a remote vox, one she was comrade with in her trivial room back dwelling house. A room where she 'd longed for a man 's touch. Now ... ..in this alienate compartment, it seemed everything had changed. She 'd found pure love, and that too in a woman who was her sister 's best admirer. But again, did she wish ? She did n't bother to respond. Instead her lip pressed harder, taking Ria 's lower lip in an amourous embracement, delighting in the taste sensation of another female. Pulling out slowly, she caught the pinko petal again, prolonging the embracing, even as her eyes looked ever deeper into Ria 's ball, asking a million enquiry and getting what reply, she knew not.

For the brief of second, Neha came up for air, before going back to conquer the upper lip. Unconsciously her mitt, moved closer. As she continued to kiss, her hands moved into the conversant sleek recourse of Ria 's mane, stroking it like she would stroke a devotee 's. Strangely, Ria seemed to be beginning to respond as well, her eyes betraying a luxuria that pushed aside disarray, even as her breathing became faster, seemingly matching the beat of Neha 's heart.

Yet Ria seemed to want more, and faster. Stopping mid-kiss, she pulled away, and looked deep into the early girl 's eyes. following moment, she plunged into another osculation, 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 glossa. Neha did n't take to follow : her tongue was found and engaged in passionate drama by the invader. Not bothering to inquire what had occassioned this variety, Neha lay there as Ria explored her mouth, running along her cheeks, tooth and what not, even as Neha 's own occupier appendage gave it stern pursuit.

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 girl raised her head to investigate, she was suddenly pushed down as something easy connected with her neck, moving up and down, running something slippery and warm, planting a thousand kisses on it. Neha raised her hired hand to harbor this unseeable attacker, running her fingerbreadth gently through the hairsbreadth which she so loved, as Ria ravaged her neck and shoulder joint as she 'd earlier done with her mouth.

'' Unhhh '' a moan escaped Neha 's mouth, relating to what she knew not, but expressing the deep desire which was overflowing inside her, demanding that either she or Ria take her organic structure to a state of ecstacy she 'd never before receive in her lifetime. The movements on her neck stopped, and reappeared on her mouth, kissing hard, aegir to lead in as very much of the former as human flesh would permit. Neha 's hands now wrapped around Ria 's shoulder joint, willing her to press harder against her torso, till they could go one. Ria replied by running her manpower through Neha 's hair, making wafture and patterns which only served to stir her More.

They were kissing faster now, kissing with crazy wildness, their clapper chasing each other, flicking and entwining, till one would come up for breath. And then back again. Neha was now pressing harder into Ria 's back, digging her nails into the gentle anatomy, wanting to pull her completely inside. As they writhed, she was also aware of her tit mashed against hers. Those perfect breasts ! As Ria came up for air, she wedged her hands between their soundbox, such that she was now cupping one of her lover 's titmouse.

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 grinning, 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 have a pair like hers to make for with. A moment later, as Ria began to unhook her bra, she realized that she was the golden guy.

The fact that Ria made short work of stripping down to her waist, meant that Neha was now looking directly at Ria 's breast. As she 'd guessed, they were quite large, almost cernuous. Yet, they appeared business firm, without any more sag than that expected of such large eyeball. bettor still, as she looked on, she could almost see her mamilla growing in size, till they were almost halff an inch long. As if to entertain her, Ria lazily raised her arms, till they were interlocked above her school principal. The movement caused an ever so rebuff bounce in the boobs, but it was enough to make Neha 's lust for those tits unmanageable. Strangely, Ria lowered her helping hand in prison term to advertise her back down.

Instead, she moved her hands up Neha 's consistency, feeling her soft abdomen, before reaching her boob. Not as boastfully as Ria 's but also firm, they were subjected to some gentle pressing through the soft cloth of her dress. Then, as Neha raised her work force again, seeking the enticing fruit hanging from Ria 's pectus, she suddenly felt a incisive pain in her bureau - Ria was mauling her pap hard.

'' Ahhh ... '' the unvoluntary moan caused Ria to pause for a moment, then resume the cruel squeezing. She now positioned her manus till they were each cupping a tit. As Neha realized that Ria 's hands were just the right size for her mamilla, she felt Ria 's digit dig deep into the flaccid flesh, sending sting of agony through her body, along with arc of carnal Passion of Christ. Squeezing till Neha was trusted her fingerbreadth had penetrated her anatomy, she held them there, looking inscrutable into Neha 's eye. As Neha tried to focus through the blinding pain, she saw that Ria 's reflexion had changed. It was no longer that of a confused girl, but one of a hungry female, who was determined to take everything she wanted from her partner. And evidently, she wanted it fast.

For the fraction of a second, Neha felt the pressure on her tits relax, then they were trapped in those vice like fingers again. speculative, she moved her hands up and down, mashind the enwrapped melons against each other, causing Neha to emit another moan of pain. Again she held it for what seemed like an infinity. Then the finger's breadth relaxed, and Neha lowered her head, hitherto craning upwards to beg mercy of her lover. As relievo flooded her nipple, she barely heard the tear of fabric. Yet she did notice the coolness of the cabin air on her bare abdomen, and a moment later, was shocked to find a blade appear out of nowhere. As her mind became fully mindful of her predicament, she saw the sword lower itself onto her shoulder, before moving slowly over her skin till it was under her bra strap. She felt a tug against her breast, as if it was being pulled up, then an abrupt release. Her bra strap had just been sliced into two. Similar lot met the early strap, and thereafter Neha felt the knife in the vale between her mounds. The sound of fabric being cut met her ears, and then cool air brushed across her sensitive tit.

Stunned by the developments, she was nonplussed to find that even after disposing so callously of her clothing, Ria still had the tongue in her bridge player. Was she planning on killing her ? As a feeling of brat began to make her breathe faster, she found the knife hovering over her chest, dangerously near her pounding heart. She knew raising her hand would be useless - she had been defeated without a tracing of difficulty earlier, and Ria had n't yet shown what exactly she was intending to do. Neha had no design of ending her life lying below a lesbian Orcinus orca.

As her thinker raced, and her kernel throbbed in her throat, Ria lowered the knife boulder clay it was lying over her left pap. With an expression of forwardness, she began to run the flat of the steel over her nipples, causing the substance to react to the stale steel. The tongue now moved from one pap, over the space between her bosom, to the other. A standardised treatment followed, making Neha smell that her tenderness would burst in her breast. The knife was now raised, till it hovered once again, this time over her brass. Neha knew that even if Ria dropped it, Neha stood to fall back some voice of her typeface. Her eyes fixed on the Damocles'sword, she became aware of the hand on her tit again. This time it gave a playful squeeze, before reaching for her nipple. For a instant it lay there, just as the tongue had done, feeling the callousness of the nipple above a hill of softness. Then it slowly captured the Hill between two fingers.

Next moment, Neha, fixated as she was to the deadly weapon hovering above her, felt an acute pain at the tip of her tit, which spread quickly over the ease of it, informing her of a new source of distortion. crying 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 mouth, in a gesture telling her to stay restrained. Neha noticed how Ria had changed. She now looked not only athirst, but also dangerous, like a lioness over her target. Neha had begun to wonder if she 'd made a mistake by lusting after this seemingly friendly girl. Did she hate her sister ? Was she taking out all the angst against Mangala on the younger female child ? Illogical as it may look, it appeared to be the entirely account, rather the exclusively explanation she could bump for the rapid change in her predicament. The early alternative, Neha shuddered to call up, was that somehow Ria enjoyed causing pain.

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

As she pondered over these, she saw Ria 's head disappear again, along with the knife. next mo, she felt something warm enclose her leave mammilla. Unrestrained this time, she saw Ria 's head latching onto the tit, sucking it like it was going to yeild milk. Inspite of the pain ( and she could throw out some of the topmost marks on her tit ), Neha could n't assist but wonder at the novel star that was beginning to course through her body. Having been freed temporarily ( she guessed ) from any new agony, she became more acutely aware of the soft pull on her tit, which was causing her sexual urge, momentarily overwhelmed by pain, to grow again. During the numerous bedtime sojourns into the globe of her sexual fantasies, she 'd enquire what it would be like to be sucked on by an adult. Now, it was all coming true, in the strangest of setting, and though she was fully cognizant that this lull in Ria 's brutality may be shoddy, she could n't assist but seek more of Ria 's voiced mouth, lapping and sucking at her tumid nub. Finally raising her correctly helping hand, she placed it gently on Ria 's top dog, and was relieved to find no opposition. Emboldened, she began to press her palm harder against Ria 's head word, willing her to absorb harder. Ria seemed to comply, causing Neha to get steadily more aroused.

As Ria 's relief continued, Neha 's brain began once again to guess of pleasure, and delight alone. She began to press her spite breast against her tormentor 's boldness, raising herself in the Bob Hope that Ria would thus get more of her tit into her mouthpiece. Rather conversely, Ria stopped, raising her head from the girl 's pectus. Her eyes disclosed naught, and Neha wondered what she 'd done to abort the intimate act. Slowly, Ria raised herself, till she was once again straddling Neha, her proud breasts bouncing. If Neha had hoped that she 'd be allowed to suck on them, she was again foiled, for Ria now moved off completely, lowering herself onto the trading floor. Before Neha could be, however, Ria casually picked up the leaf blade from wherever she 'd left it, and made a undivided threatening motion towards her. In another mo, she was dressing up, and then, she was gone.

Neha lay there, as if she was still under the threat of the tongue. Eventually, the emptiness of the cabin brought her to her green goddess, and she raised herself, massaging her brusied titty as she did so. As the chill air conditioned air began raise goose bump across her back, she realized her predicament. Ria had, by tearing her apparel ( and taking them ), left her practically confined to the cabin unless she wanted to publicly humble herself. 'Probably get raped too. '' Neha thought, recalling the fact that the guards and ticket checker were not known to be of flawless ethics. 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 pleasures, and as the pain subsided, Neha began to inquire if being with Ria the half lover half sadist, may not be such a bad proposition after all.

Having zippo to do for now, Neha 's thoughts began to cut into into phantasy once again. She wondered if Ria was experienced, if she 'd had sex with other women before. there was nothing to prove it, yet something in her forceful, domineering character told her that even if she had not, she would likely know everything about tribade sex, there was to cognize. And Neha wanted to find out. After all, now that she had taken the plunge, the dip that had left her nude yet strangely fulfilled in an vacate cabin, she might as well learn to a greater extent. Maybe, she could expend the night with Ria, making making love till ... ..

A level-headed international caught her aid. It seemed someone had opened the door to the first class compartment, and Neha could n't be certainly if it was Ria or one of the guard duty. Somehow she did n't want to veil herself from Ria, but ... ... Spotting the belittled outer space below the crushed berth, she quickly crawled into it. Moments later, the door opened, and Neha could make out a pair of armed services boots framed by the candid room access. The interloper had evidently hoped to line up person, and for a moment he stood there. Then, he abruptly turned and walked off, the phone of great rubber dying away. He had left the door open, and Neha could n't be certainly if he had left for good, or was merely consulting a colleague. Her heart still in her mouth, Neha lay as still as she could for a while, before crawling out and moving as softly as she could to the doorway.

Peering out, she saw narrow passage devoid of liveliness, but phonation in the distance. What should she do ? If they ran a thorough search of the cabin, they would surely retrieve her. Even if she was left unmolested, it would be a terribly embarassing to be discovered defenseless before so many girl. News would overspread like wildfire ... ... as Neha scrutinised the end of the corridor from where the speech sound were coming, she suddenly found a svelte figure standing beside her. Jumping back in terror, it was a moment before she realized it was Ria, back with their bags and a shirt. Without a Holy Writ, she threw the shirt at the amaze miss, and raced off in the direction opposition to the one towards which Neha had been looking.

For a moment, cipher seemed to make sensory faculty. The sound of a voices nearing, however, suddenly cleared up her head. Pulling on the shirt somehow, she saw the precaution and the tag chequer moving towards the undetermined door of the compartment. Her heart in her sassing, she made a dash for it. She had no idea where Ria had gone, or where she was supposed to go. All she knew was that she had to get away, and the only option seemed to be to keep running. Cabins whizzed past her as her eyes desperately searched for any sign of Ria. She was nearing the end of the compartment, and soon she would be at another anteroom. Should she slow down ? She realized too late that it was n't an alternative, as a bod materialized before her. WHAM !

Next second she was lying flat on the floor, or more correctly, upon mortal who was lying flat on the floor. Whoever it was, however, was undaunted by this assault, and quickly pushed Neha off itself, before dragging her by the whisker into the nearest cabin. bother shot through her head, eclipsing all others, but Neha had no time, much less breath, to holler. Three arcsecond later, she was laid down insipid on the floor, and the room access securely closed.

Instantly her men went to her poor hair, but it did n't forestall 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 acting to hide out her before the two men found them. Now as she lay moaning and trousering, Ria squatted over her as before, only this fourth dimension, there was dingy urgency written all over her nerve. Lowering herself till she was inch from Neha 's face, Ria recklessly undid two buttons of the hastily donned shirt. Finding her left tit, she squeezed it hard, forcing Neha to pore on the girl above her. Again, no words were spoken, but from motion, Ria made it net that they would receive to be absolutely quiet till the two men left. Neha wanted to add, `` if they left '', but she guessed the honest-to-god girl already knew this.

But silence clearly did not equalise with inactivity in Ria 's book, for she was soon fondling Neha again. Softly at first, as if to get the comportment of what she 'd left. Then harder. Neha 's shirt was opened again, but Ria made no sign of wanting to sample the succulent buds. Instead, she furnished two evilness looking clinch from her pocket ( inspite of the fear of inevitable bother, Neha could n't help wonder how a girl could be so resourceful, unless ... .she had planned for it ! ). Neha watched in wide eyed horror as one of her still set up nipples was slowly captured by the clinch, before it closed over it. `` Unhhh ... .please Ria ! '' next moment, a stinging painful sensation on her unexpended cheek had joined the pain coursing from her tit, and she opened her tearfilled eyes to see Ria giving her a unappeasable looking, one digit on her lips. Unfortunately, the sight also included the purview of the other clamp, which was in the process of descending upon its helpless victim. ineffectual to take care, Neha felt the pain sensation all the more acutely as the clamp secured the mo nipple. Unable to groan, and pretty sure that Ria would bequeath them on, Neha began to sob quietly.

As hot tears rolled down her cheeks, she felt Ria tug at the textile lying on either side of her. In a moment it was gone. Ria now got up, till Neha could see her towering over her, the crotch of her pant directly above her bureau. For a terrific moment, Neha thought she would lower herself onto the clamp-held boob, but she moved off. Instead, she seemed to be bending over something. Though every movement, even the heave of her pectus, seemed to increase the pain in Neha 's tits, she raised herself to see what Ria was upto. She was storm to see her rummaging in Neha 's bag. Eventually, she fished out thr ee bras, each of a dissimilar design. Selecting the most sheer of the lot, she dumped the others in the bag, and returned to the supine daughter. In a quickly motion, she grabbed one clamp and yanked it so concentrated that Neha felt her tit would be ripped off. Instead, she found that her dead body had responded by moving to a sitting stance.

Ria moved behind the girl, and was raising her hitch subdivision, so as to pull out the bra strap over her shoulder from the presence. This done, she hooked the bra behind her, pushing the clamp into odd positions, thereby causing the poor girl further agony. As teardrop now flowed freely down her cheeks before landing upon her excruciate cleavage, Ria forced the girl to stand up, this metre by pulling her hair. Staggering up in a pain-filled daze, Neha felt her last bit of good clothing, her little shorts, being pulled down, before her scanty followed. Another slap was however needed, before Neha stepped loosened stepped out of them. Now standing practically naked ( bad than nude, Neha told herself, realizing how obscene her bra-encased clamped tits were looking ), the girl saw Ria move around the lady friend, checking her out. Satisfied, she grabbed one of her ass face, and squeezed it heavy. Neha, fearing another round of agony, instinctively moved away, but Ria merely pulled on her whisker to end this resistance.

Instead, she moved away, rummaging in her own bag this time. Out came what looked like a very minute swath, some tape and scissors. Leaving the beltlike official document for the metre being, Ria picked up Neha 's panties from where they 'd fallen, she balled them up and held them before Neha 's eyes. Seeing the utterly bewildered feeling in her optic, Ria chuckled, before landing another hard slap on her proper cheek. As Neha opened her mouth in a shrieking, it was brutally cut short by a globe of cotton plant which was wedged snugly between her knife and upper tooth. Still stunned by the unexpected assault, Neha provided no underground as the older girl calmly cut out five in of the thick tape, and glued her lips shut with it. To be safe, another distance of tape recording was soon complementing the onetime, at a aslant to it.

Effectively gagged, Neha saw Ria take out a duration of circle, with which she first made a loop around a modest handle protruding from an overhead AC vent-hole, probably for pulling it down once the screw propeller were loosened. This done, Ria tugged at it, noting the lack of movement of the panel. Neha realized now what the girl was intending to do, and she began to indorse off. She was almost at the door when she felt a conversant tug on her hair. yelping, she felt herself pulled back roughly. Should she scream ? Her mind told her she could n't with the gag on. Still, she could easily rip it off. Why had n't she ? Inspite of her obvious predicament, somehow, something prevented her from helping herself, or for calling out for help. The fear of embarassment ? the fear of rape ? Or some perverse magnet to the young lady who was in the process of devising steadily more degrading and hurtful ways of torturing her ?

As her confused idea gave no signals, her hobble custody were grabbed and attached rougly to the ends of the rope. Ria climbed upon the mesa between the bunk to produce a complex of mi which soon had Neha tied securely, like some puppet from a drawstring. Worse, the way she 'd been tied, her feet were barely touching the primer coat, while her lower arms were in an odd diagonal, unsupported and hurting. Whether Ria had intended this, or this odd military position was all she could manage with the rocking of the gearing and the angle at which she had to do the job, Neha could not tell. All she could tell was that with her invertebrate foot barely touching the ground, the rocking of the train was all the more noticeable, and she felt that at any here and now she might liberate balance, and begin danging mid air by the weight of her hands. speculative, she might convey the AC grill 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 whip of variety, disguised to look like a smash so that the possessor did not get questioning flavour when it accidentally came out. However, as Neha was to instruct, it was just as effective as a normal whip, perhaps, on account of its girth, even more.

Ria now stepped back to admire the girlfriend. Again, memories of an earlier encounter flooded her head, making her one-half wish that her current victim would be more than cocky, would try to get away and agitate back, just like the earliest one had done. Then, she 'd retrieve such opposition as a deterrent, but now, she realized it was half the fun. Sighing nostalgically, Ria wondered where that first young lady was now, and how she would unite her with her present victim. That was in the future tense, she reminded herself : for now she must educate this daughter, though to be honest Neha seemed to be betraying a sentiency of attraction which made her task far easier. Indeed, Ria would have rewarded her for such devotion, but training came first. Opening the threshold just a little bit, she checked the corridor. As she had hoped, the men had gone, deceived by the remnant of Neha 's clothing she 'd left in another cabin on the former position of the compartment. `` proficient, '' thought Ria, `` I have to get this done soon. '' Closing the door, she looked at the poor girl, in whose eyes the faint expectation that she would leave her alone, was dying out. Ria smiled, as she advanced with the dangerous objective in her hand, till she was almost touching her victim.

Unlike her first victim, this one seemed almost on the threshold of passing out. It would be a pity if she did - after all, preparation did not include taking smelling salinity. Still, if her initiatory victim was anything to go by, she would only go Thomas More aware as the session progressed, and Ria knew she never hurt one enough to make her head out from pain. It took away all the fun. Almost laughing at the girl 's quandary now, she stepped back.

belt ! The speech sound of the whiplash 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 suffocate fille, who was being tortured for the first metre in her life. The whip, to be confessedly, had landed on abdominal cavity, and the daughter was now trying to back off. Ria had anticipated this, tying the mi tight enough to forbid her from going beyond a sealed distance without leaving the priming coat. The rocking of the string made issue worse for the little girl. As if to mock her attempt at escape cock, the space between the beths was sufficient for tying up a girl and whipping her, but everytime she tried to run away, she would hit one of the berths. This now happened, the girl being wedged in the corner made by one of the berths and the table.It gave Ria the clear-cut opinion of a corner rat, terrified of the feline approaching it.

Ria knew she could whip Neha to a bright red in the current emplacement, but she was never one to use her whip indiscriminately. She now raised the whiplash again, allowing Neha to admire the arm for a full two seconds, before landing it on her calfskin. Neha jumped and lost her Balance, hitting the table and being forced forward to recover her footing, due to the shortness of the bonds above. Ria used this occassion to put down another laborious setback, right across her clamped nipple. Stunned by the tierce assault, Neha now fell back onto the table, before being forced to somehow impress forward again.

Ria could n't help it anymore. Lowering the whip, she broke out laughing, which grew as she noted the slight course that the whip had made across her titmouse, the bra providing light protection to her tit. Yet Ria the minute Ria realized that her tits had some masking, she brought out the scissors. Beginning with the left over cup, she slowly began to cut out the uncanny bulge at the marrow of the cup. This freed up the clamp, and it stuck out of the bra like a impossibly foresighted nipple. The other cup followed, and Ria let the firearm of fabric fall away.

Grabbing Neha, she roughly pushed the helpless girl towards the early incline of the cabin, till she was almost at the room access. This allowed Ria ample acess to Neha 's tight stub. Though she always had a preference for bosom, she could n't help but admire the stave suppleness of her muscles, which clenched involuntarity in futile prediction of where the succeeding blow would go. Yet for a few import Ria paused to admire her prey again. Neha was sparse than the former girl, and her ass more tight. She could just imagine how a dildo would look, sticking out between those orb. Ria smiled - what Neha lacked in spirit, she to a greater extent than made up with a killer torso.

Whack ! Neha felt as if a knife had been run across the length of her dorsum. She would have believed that that was indeed the face, had she not known what was in Ria 's manus. Ever since the crop had begun flying, she had been in one endless nightmare, trying to take flight what was impossible to run from. To cause matters worse, not only were the cilium tough and unpredictable, with each blow, her scurrying only added to the pain sensation in her hands. By now she was sure her joints were about to pop out. Yet she could n't simply place upright there and take the pain could she ? quip ! This blow landed between her bare ass cheeks, periliously close to her anal gob. She lost her counterweight again, and tumbled to one slope, hitting the berth and bouncing off, her axillary fossa flaring up in the modish of series of terrible experiences.

But it was far from over. As Neha turned to see where the next blow would come, the next blow indeed landed on her side, making her jump like a scared cat. As she moved to one incline, so as to fend off getting the next one at the same spot, she saw the whip procession again, and estate on her left leg. Again, she lost her balance, and crashed into a berth, this fourth dimension hitting her shoulders. And so it went on. Every time Neha would travel, she would get a whiplash on a dissimilar part of her consistency. Though her mind told her that dodging was impossible, her body tried on, getting exhausted, and developing a severe form in her mitt. All the while, Ria continued to count on with an expression of amusement, which somehow, Neha feared but could not hate. Somehow, even when torturing her, when making her run around like an fauna 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 death. Somehow, she was attracted, fatally perhaps, to everything Ria, including the sadistic voodoo for hurting her.

Ria watched with growing entertainment as the young lady kept on trying to escape the black eye. Eventually she felt her whip arm tiring, and knew her other arm would n't be able to lash her half as well. Neha too seemed to be tiring, and Ria realized that she might either do permanent damage to her tied hands, or may pass out. She landed a final examination set of whiplash to the clamped tit, causing the clinch to fly in all counsel, bringing away overbold groan and looks of desperation from the tucker female. Flexing her musculus, Ria now threw the whip on one of the moorage, before sampling the salty fluids which were freely flowing down the girl 's face. This done, she gently stroked Neha 's head like a dog, before gently probing her pussycat. She had intentionally left her cunt unmoved, such that it was most antiphonal when she began to fuck her. But firstly, she decided that it was prison term to break upon the fille, and discover a way of getting her first captive, into the cabin. Undoing the bonds which held the girl vertical, she allowed her to collapse onto the floor. Using the freed circle to tie her leg, she checked the gag, then walked out, making sure that no one saw her emerge.

As Neha drifted off to a fitful, debilitation induced eternal sleep, her persecutor made her way swiftly to the loss of the compartment. Thankfully, no one had locked anything. Even more thankfully, her first prisoner had probably guessed what was happening. After all, she had followed the instuctions relating to Neha to the varsity letter so far, and would probably have intercourse what was expected of her right now. Congratulating herself on her splendid training, Ria opened the room access to the girls'compartment and realized that dinner was being served. Swiftly, she inquired about the whereabouts of her first dupe, and soon found her, overseeing the serving of food for thought. Pulling her digression, she instructed her to head to the first class compartment unseen. 'Yes mistress', she replied, as she had done so many metre earlier in these two twelvemonth.

Once she was gone, she approached the slate checker and the safety device, who looked at her with big eyes. `` Has she .... ? '' she asked. Both nodded, barely able-bodied to hide their hullabaloo. `` Give me half an hour. '' They nodded again, and Ria went back in, resuming her earlier buns opposite the two bourgeois little girl. They paid no attention to her. Apsara was gone, and Ria stretched herself. Training was tiring, if gratifying and she was athirst. Further, though she would have preferred to lust Neha and the other miss, she knew she would deliver to smuggle intellectual nourishment out for them. Thankfully, it seemed that her 1st dupe, who should have by now joined Neha, had anticipated this. Sitting where Apsara had been, were three food multitude. Smiling, she hid them with a blanket, before getting on with her work.

'' Err ... .Shilpa ? '' she barely recalled the public figure of one of the girls, though they studied together. `` It 's Shilpi '' the young lady 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 tag checker. The two exchanged worried glances, not bothering to doubt the serious-mindedness of Ria 's statement. Once they had hurriedly finished their food, Ria asked them to aim their baggage in causa they had to relocate to some early compartment. This done, she led them out. It could n't be helped that they became a spectacle, but she was sure her first 'love', rather captive, would handle it. She led them straight into the pantry car, where the two men were waiting, smoking cigarettes. Once the girls stood right in front of them, Ria smiled at them.

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

'' indisputable sure '' the two men replied in unison. Ria smiled, nodded at the confused girls, and exited the compartment to the jarring strain of female screams.

Meanwhile, in a first class cabin, Mangala had just discovered her baby prevarication in a state of mess, 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 bonnie bod into a chequerboard. Turning her over, she saw that the short girl 's bra had been cut out, two prominent clinch attached on her nipples. Reaching down to dispatch one, she though the better of it. Instead she paused to look up to the firm melons of the young lady, which she had seen often, but for the first fourth dimension, in this `` new '' way. Not certain why she did it, she gave one of the clamps a gentle tug, causing the flesh to rise with it, before falling back with a bounce. She repeated the mental process with the other clinch, harder this time. Neha made a slight cause, and Mangala let go. Instead, she cupped the tit, marvelling at its fulness. No wonder boys lusted after her - Mangala 's sweetness and guiltless sister, who was just embarked upon an unpredictable journeying into the terra incognita.

Though seeing her sis this way made her wish to lessen her agony, she knew sound than to do anything about it. Instead, she realized that she was feeling as strange, impossible sensory faculty in her loin, one which told her that her sister would be a nifty piece of ass. For a full five minutes she resisted the urge, forcing her psyche instead to wonder what all her baby had been through. This her mind easily guessed, and as she pictured the torture, she felt the urge growing stronger. Finally, her thinker told her that there was no way the sadist who had done this to her Sister would make aliveness any easier for Neha, and she might as well get a few loving present moment between interminable sessions of straining. Lowering herself till her tits touched the clamps, she placed her full backtalk onto those of her Sister.

Ria quickly exited the compartment, and entered the 1st course one, this prison term without pausing. Her plan so far was working perfectly. She felt no pity for Shilpa and her friend. Or was it her sister ? Maybe she 'll never sleep with. When the two brutes were done with them, they would either be dumped beside the course or sold. Either way, since they stayed in the hostel, it would be month before their parents came to check, and by that time, she was sure she could cook up something. Perhaps she would n't necessitate to, if what she was now planning went well.

Reaching the cabin door in a dozen strides, she banged on the room access. A moment later, a pall looking female opened it, with another lying gagged and bound in the background. Wordlessly, she strode in, leaving it to the maiden girlfriend to close the door. Once she turned after doing it, she found Ria inspecting the fille on the floor. Smiling at the sleeping form, Ria got up, and nodded at the other young lady. The girl knew what was expected of her. For the first few days of her training, she had not, and then had refused to know. Her stubborness had been dealt with in the harshest way potential, with her consistence being left half suspended in water system for a broad January dark. To her respite, and subsequent dismay, her excellent immunity prevented pneumonia, though she went down with a febrility. forged than feverishness, though was the experience of being in icy stale urine for time of day on end, almost totally nude. Coupled with whippings and coffin nail tan, she had not only learn to do what she was about to do now, but also a plethora of difficult, degrading and exhausting services that her cruel kept woman demanded of her. If she still maintained an air of haughtiness, that was simply because it served her schoolma'am'purposes. Inside, she was her personal sex slave.

The hard worker now began to get out of her clothes. Ria had ruined dozens of her clothes, sometimes ripping them off, more often cutting them at special places, so as to turn over the means of defending her modesty into instruments aiding her humiliation. She did not want to destroy her latest dress, and got out of it before Ria could mislay involvement in the bounce girlfriend. Now in her lingerie, the girl waited for her fancy woman to apply the signal. Many a times, she would ask her to celebrate her lingerie on, though again it would serve purposes diametrically opposite to what they normally were meant for. On this occassion, she got the sign to strip completely, and with a touch sensation of guilt at how completely she had fallen under Ria 's spell, she stripped off her clothes with a sense akin to relief.

Next heartbeat, she was on all quaternary, crawling towards her proprietor like the bitch she was. Ria paid no pursuit to this maturation till the girl was literally at her feet. Now she allowed the lady friend to remove her jeans, and then her panties, exposing her hairy slash to the female. Ria now got up and sat down on Neha 's limit eubstance, positioning herself upon her second joint. As the slave changed counseling, Ria casually opened her branch, allowing the girl to lower herself to the layer of her vagina. The slave began with aristocratical licking, flicking the outer fleshy folds. Ria knew she had had to take aim her quite a lot to teach her the art of eating out another woman, but today she was n't in a mood to test such art. Grabbing a handful of the girl 's pilus, which was done up in a ponytail, she pushed her harder into her lovemaking pickle. The girl between her legs realized that her fancy woman was impatient today, and began licking harder. Grabbing her head with the other hand, Ria responded to this sweat by reaching below her to fondle one of her slave 's pendulous tits. Those tits, easily 38DD, were one of the rationality she had chosen her, and not one of the more beautiful ( and athletic ) girls. Had she known then that she would stimulate such a great snatch of a baby, she would definitely have broken both. As it were, she was only vaguely aware of Neha till she saw her a couple of day back. Now, she was grateful that she had indeed chosen such a trollop.

Her hired hand reached one of the heavy flesh sacks dangling from the slave 's bureau, and she cupped it for a minute, adjusting herself so that the owner of the tits could stay her work at her cunt. As the girl lapped harder, she squeezed the tit hard, finding the elongated mamilla easily. Taking it between her thumb and index, she twisted it cruelly, causing the loose woman to gasp into her pussy. Laughing, she released the tit, focussing on getting maximum joy out of the efforts of her slut. She could find the fleshy tongue probing hard at her, seeking her clit, then finding it and flicking it, then moving off to get traffic circle and design 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 amphetamine. But she made no sweat to slow down, allowing her slave to keep up the pace.

'' Ahhh ... ..faster you bitch. lap like your life history depends upon it. '' She could not be indisputable that the girl, with her head trapped between her Ria 's thighs, heard her correctly, but Ria made no travail to change anything, apart from grabbing her pilus with both hands and pushing her heading further into her slit, till she was sure the girl could harldy breathe. But the slave knew better than to pause, going harder and faster, licking desperately at the slick magazine walls, burying herself in the fluids it produced, which were currently coating her cheeks, eyes, nose and indeed her unhurt face, matting her hair as it did so.As she flicked her clitoris again, she felt the miss 's legs stiffen.Next minute she was writhing in climax, thrashing like a crazed tool atop the edge girl, 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 mistress'cum wash over her, till she believed that this time she would surely be drowned. Finally, the stage on either side of her went limp, and she was thrown away, hitting the place and collapsing beside it. As her titmouse bounced on her pectus before coming to reside, she saw the fille staring at her, with a smorgasbord of jar, repugnance and dismay. The striver sighed, and looked away. Much as she knew that this was bound to bechance sometime, it still hurt her to realize that her jr. sister, the sweet and destitute Neha, had just seen her elder Sister, the proud, haughty and prudish Mangala being used like an inflatable fucktoy. As the striver Mangala closed her eyes, a tear escaped it, mixing with the cum flowing from Ria 's pussycat.

As the afterglow of a mindboggling orgasm subsided, Ria raised herself to view the two females. One, the one she had been with since morning time, was thin, lithe and had minor unshakable breasts. Her sister, however, was slightly fat, but over her bulging stomach, she had two vast melons. Infact she had lusted after them from the number 1 day she had met her. With some amusement, she remembered the Clarence Day she 'd expend wondering how to intermit the haughty girl. In the end it had been ridiculously easy. Perhaps she had never been in such a berth. More likely she had never had to use her arms to champion herself in her lifespan. Either way, one Night when they were sleeping over at Ria 's seat, she had grabbed her, and armtwisted the girl into giving her a foresighted lesbian osculation. To be sure, Mangala had put up much more ohmic resistance than Neha had, but in the end Ria had won, and thus began Mangala 's downslope into debauch. She had been progressively broken, made to breastfeed off all sorts of men, and eventually act like a portable toilet for Ria. All that had been achieved months ago, but it was only recently that she had seen Neha, and Neha 's preparation had just begun. There was still a tenacious, albeit pleasurable way to go.

It was time to raise Neha. As she bent down, she saw that Neha was indeed awake. On her fount was a looking of dibelief, coupled with hopelessness. Had she hoped that her baby would somehow rescue her ? It was not unnatural given the air of indomitability Mangala gave out to the outside world, albeit interspersed with sitting of slavery as the salute one. Supressing her desire to gag at her naivete, Ria dragged Neha up. It was now safe to unwrap her Julian Bond and gag, and these were skilfully done away with. Once profligate surged back into Neha 's limb, the pain in them seeemed to grow again. Yet she barely felt the pain, as the tidings that her babe was infact a sex slave was yet to go under in. She saw the Ria kingdom a kick on Mangala 's back, and the miss scurried up onto her knees, her optic betraying total submission.

Ria felt amused by the smell of continued surprise in her eyes. As she continued to wait at this strange reunion, her nous 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 bend around, such that Neha, when she was finally lying on her elder sister, was staring at her sister 's pussy. Positioning Neha such that her peg were on either slope of the quondam baby 's head, she grabbed Neha, one hand on her head the other on her ass. Pausing for a second to look up to her ass again, she then pushed both downwards.

Neha found herself staring at her own Sister 's pussy, her inquire if she was to do what pornstars did in such condition. Her fears were confirmed when she felt a clapper, which could only be that of her Sister, gently probing her pussy. She tried to pull away, still unable to fathom the event of being eaten out by her own baby. But Ria would receive none of it, controlling her by the hair. Realizing that she had no choice, weeping began to form in her eyes again as she extended her clapper to the Brown gash. With extreme reluctance, she began to probe the pussy with her glossa. However, clearly she was doing something awry, for Ria pulled her up by the hair again. Using one of her men, she pried candid Mangala 's kitty-cat initiative, and pushed Neha into it. Neha, suffocated for the moment, had no option to solve away at the pinko inside of her sister 's gash.

As Neha slowly licked, Ria stood back to admire the spate of the two sis eating each other out. `` the perfect sept '' she thought. Just one thing was missing, her nous added. Going back to her bag, she searched for a dildo, and found it. Strangely, it was different from the one she had. It was thinner, but longer. As she wondered at its presence, she realized that she had been going through Neha 's bag. Smiling at the fact that the `` sinless '' fille 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 `` couple '', and settled down upon Neha. By now, Mangala 's succour had brought out a honest sum of juice from her young baby. Mangala 's own twat was getting wet as well, but given the lack of expertise of Neha, Ria suspected it was more out of the 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 older baby 's eyes, visible through the crack of Neha 's ass, beseech her not to take her jr. sis 's virginity. `` It 's your sis 's Mango ( the name by which Ria referred to Mangala, and specifically to her breasts ). She 's not so barren after all. '' Before she could digest the fact, Ria added `` And, it 's not for her pussy. '' Mangala 's verbal expression 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 pussy released increasing amounts of cum onto her grimace.

Neha was becoming steadily more aroused. She had given up the unequal engagement against her sister 's expert work, her mind forcing her to take on the fact that just like when she 'd been tied up, no matter what she did, she would stimulate to face the same circumstances. This time, the luck was enjoyable, and she settled down to savor her sister 's drubbing. Though Ria was no longer forcing her, Neha continued to figure out at her sister 's twat, which rewarded her with juice she never knew her sis had. Unimaginable though it was, Neha realized that if indeed she was Ria 's striver, she would herself have cum hundreds of times. The very thought, instead of being hideous, created a strange itch in her, as she pictured Ria brutally breaking the haughty Mangala. Now she had given her Mangala 's pussy to explore. Refusing to answer the interrogative sentence her mind asked, she began to lick with cracking heartiness, seeking to find the one dapple which was sensitive in every lady friend.

However, as she increased her pace, she felt something hard touching her ass. Maybe Ria had kept something there ? She paid little tending, knowing that she was doing what her kept woman ( her mind 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 matter, whatever it was, was going to figure her ! She now raised her school principal, and found her voice for the first time. `` 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 daughter wanted, and right now she wanted to know her in the ass. Ignoring her brain as she had done so often today, Neha besseched her again. SHe got no reply, Ria too purpose upon forcing the foreing object down the resisting chute to bother. By now the dildo was pushing hard against her virgin sphincter, and Ria felt nostalgic in thinking of the fourth dimension she 'd broken in Mangala 's asshole, in the back of a lecture hall, even as the class went on before them.

Mangala had remained quiet. Neha however was already blabbering something, and Ria had to break to swat away the weak hand that was hovering around Ria 's waistline. Infact, she turned around such that she was facing Neha 's ass, and her sister 's face. Bending down to get a sound look at her virgin ass, she began pushing harder, leave the immunity to apply way. At the early end, Neha had guessed from what Ria told her sis that it was her own dildo being pushed into the wrong golf hole. Cursing her decision to get it along, she clenched her teeth, willing herself to yield this out in secretiveness.

Yet the pain in the ass was becoming unendurable. As she screwed up her font and bit her humiliated lip, she suddenly felt the matter break. For a hopeful mo she believed that Ria had given up, though she knew in effect than to believe a woman like RIa would apply up on anything. She was right. A few moments later, she felt a unrelenting pain in her ass, which told her that her anal sphincter had been totally violated, that her own dildo was now ensconed in her poop pipe. Neha could n't stomach it anymore. Opening her mouth, she screamed out.

It seemed like an infinity before silence descended. She could have stopped the scream with a heavily slap at any consequence, but having gagged the young woman for so long, she had been deprived of the joy of hearing a new slave scream. Now she heard the short fauna shrieking in suffering, reminding her again of the multiple times her elder sister had obliged her mistress the Lapplander way. Neha would too, Ria thought, but this would do for now.

Mangala meanwhile had diligently kept at her assigned job, and even amidst the pain she knew her babe was going through, her puss had been giving out voluminous measure of juice. When RIa had told her that her baby was not a virgin, she had refused to believe it. But now she, being drenched in the fluids of her own baby, did not quite feel so sure. Again, instead of bringing concern and pity as it would once have, the mentation merely brought excitement to the girl, making her add Sir Thomas More of her own juice to Neha 's face at the opposite end.

Now, as she watched the dildo go in with a brutal thrust, and the subsequent screaming, 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 cryptical and cryptical. Her sister 's ass muted the wow that were coming out of her sister 's mouth, and this allowed her to observe as the dildo, about 9 inches long, went in about halfway through. Then Ria pulled it out a little, and then it went deeper, almost seven inches. Ria now held it there, even as Mangala realized that at the charge per unit at which she was going, Neha would cum soon.

Ria now began to displume it out a little, wondering if Neha had reached her limit. She still remembered breaking in the star student on her lap at the back of the hall, but then only about 5 inch had gone in. Clearly her petite sister could take more. Ria shoved in rear harder, sending another one-half inch inside. She could see Neha 's ass muscles spasming, as she tried to eject the alien object. But it was futile - her own alternative of dildo, meant even without Ria holding it there, she would not be able to bump off 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 minuscule puppy also has a tail. ``

At the former end, Neha could n't believe what was happening to her ass. She had been brutally impaled, and the affair would not move out. Crying now, she begged Ria again, but only silence, coupled with the very light sounds of a tongue lapping against a little girl 's sex - her sex - came to her ears. Neha wondered if she would be able to ca-ca properly again in her life, but such view were being periodically interrupted not only by the painfulness in her ass, but the fact that her babe was carrying on with her task of taking Neha to orgasm. And as the untested girl now realized, she was very close to success.

So close infact that Neha wanted to grind her pussycat against her sister 's font. Since Ria 's weightiness prevented it, she remained still, licking Mangala occassionally, but concentrating mostly on the pangs of pleasure that were emanating so close from her source of annoyance. Then suddenly, she felt Ria get down 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 wash pussy. She did the latter, infact burying her grimace in the diffused sheepfold, seeking comfort from the blinding painfulness in her sister 's buck private parts.

Mangala, by now determined to drive her sis to orgasm, licked evermore furiously at her sister 's snatch. Infact, she was trying to do better than what she did for her fancy woman, since her mind gave her the weird logic that Neha needed her more than did Ria. As she saw the dildo move out gradually, she felt something hard press against her own kitty, and the realization that it was her sis 's face, 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 skilful 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 twat over her.

Ria, having removed the dildo completely, noted the descent and shit it was covered in. Wondering fro a import if she should get it cleaned by either of the female child, she realized how close both were to orgasm, and she was determined to experience a dildo in Neha 's pussy the get-go clip she was brought to a lesbian climax. Positioning the dildo, she plunged in interior again, causing Neha to elicit her headway to screeching, 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 soundbox beneath her were beginning to writhe 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 bout ass to the full.

As she did so, Neha, her grimace buried in Mangala 's pussy, realized at the same meter that her sister appeared finish to cumming, and also that the rapine of her ass was causing a foreign sensation. Where there had been pain before, there was bother still, but with a feeling of irreverence which was strangely arousing. As Ria went faster and faster, she realized that Mangala 's oeuvre and Ria 's Brassica napus were going to combine to land her to orgasm. Infact, she was now periliously close, the mate feelings of something going in and out, and something probing her, causing sensations of an intensity she 'd never felt before. And then she was at the edge. Instead of screaming out however, buried as she was in a snatch. she bit into it, grazing something like a nub in the process, as she felt her floodgates loose. At the early end, Mangala felt something move deeper into her puss, before touching her neglected button. The touch sensation, coupled with the realization that her sis had finally found her clit, was too much for her. She let out a long moan as her own pussy exploded into the font of her younger sister.

As they came, Ria felt the young body 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 sisters. Ceasing to fuck Neha 's ass, Ria passively enjoyed the fruits of her efforts - two slut sis cumming to each early. What could be break ?

As the twin orgasm subsided, Ria raised herself, kicking the exhausted Neha off Mangala. Neha rolled off, lying beside her sis, moaning softly. Mangala, however, was aware of what Ria was up to. A min later, she was slowly crawling up into a kneeling position, as Ria returned from her bag with two apprehension. She held them out to the elderly girl, and Mangala instantly knew which one was hers. Taking it, she obediently fastened it around her neck, such that in front man 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 exhaust girl 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 eyes. Behind her, a voice came `` WIth right ceremonial Cumbitch. ``

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

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

'' No love, that 's not your gens anymore. ``

Confusion increased on the girlfriend 's face. Mangala held the tag close to the girl 's eyes, remembering well the day, just after the results had announced that Mangala had topped the year, when her own `` ceremony '' had taken stead, her atomic number 79 medal being stuffed up her ass in the unconscious process. Neha took her prison term to show 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 condense this change, Ria was fastening strand to the doughnut dangling from the two collars. Next present moment, she found herself trying to get up on her legs, but was motioned to stay on all fours by her sister. As Ria began to direct them out of the cabin and into the corridor, she finally realized her plight - she was now Cumbitch 's sister, Fuckbunny. As she looked at Mangala crawling beside her, she wondered what all she would have to bear in her new avatar. But before she could do so, her oculus fell on the two physique bags hanging from Mangala 's chest. Somewhere, in some different world, she may cause been horrified by the mentation of being carnally attracted to her own sister. But in this portray earth, where she had just had sex with her, and been turned into a fuckpet for the girl who owned her baby, nothing seemed logical anymore.

Ria was almost at the door when she felt a slight tug on her chains. Turning around, she saw Fuckbunny was on top of her cunt baby, sucking away at those melons. Sighing, she watched for a moment, then tugged both ternary hard. Both girls gagged, before separating, and crawling back into side. grin, she turned around again, but only to witness the just the ticket chequer standing before her.

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

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

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

'' Well, we thought we might bring together in. ''

( may be continued )
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( written by Pandorius999 )

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

Feedback is always receive. Based upon response, a second part may be written. hint for the Saami will be appreciated .