`` An unexpected journey ''

Neha stood in forepart of the mirror, staring at her petite 5'2 frame, straightening her blue angel blouse, before moving to the shorts she had paired with them. Noticing a slight blemish on the right-hand leg, she turned to change it, before stopping herself. It was an educational trip after all, that too with her senior Sister and her friend. Dropping the plan to change her shorts, she began to lend oneself sunblock to her face, preparing for the hot sun that beat down outside.

As she applied the pick generously over her ellipse face, before rubbing some more on her forehead and over her lid, she again paused to delay herself out. Barring the fact that she had some bloodless chance event of excess cream making not so artistic melodic phrase on her brass, she looked pretty much the way she wanted to seem. At 19 and just out of her first base year in a girls'college, Neha may have some underdone approximation about what the worldly concern wanted a fille to search like, but no one could deny that she was pretty. If her father were to be believed, it was her Prunus dulcis shaped centre, rare for her community, set on a slightly elongated facial expression, with high eyebrows and perfect lips, which made her the cynosure of all eye. That those eyes had hitherto been those of ageing aunts, street ragtag and bobtail and ofcourse her puritan of a sister, was not her error. As she adjusted the heterosexual person shoulder length hair which completed her visage, she was filled with the all too comrade longing to be appreciated by a man. With her looks, why would n't they ? But first, she 'd ingest to find a way of evading her sister 's smoothing iron handle, 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 depth of an all too familiar Earth, came the vocalization of her female parent. 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 supporter Ria standing around what looked like their luggage. THeir mother was standing a trivial away, by the kitchen counter, asking if they would want anything else.

'' Mom if I needed anything else, I 'd birth added it already. Now if you 'd do as I asked you to, maybe your girl will be capable to just capture the train. '' typical Mangala. Neha sighed again, as she descended the step. Halfway down, however, Mangala noticed the specter, and promptly shifted her ire onto her younger sibling. `` My high-priced baby missy, if you could kindly get your matter cook instead of staring at your cranium, we 'd all be much obliged. '' It took Neha a few seconds to register the word cranium, seconds in which Mangala had covered the length between them, and was pushing her up the stairs like a dismission of potatoes.

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

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

'' Good. extra electric battery for the camera ?'

'' Yes ''

And so it went on, till Neha was quite sure they 'd spend the day checklisting every article in her way. This, after Mangala had personally supervised her packing the Night before. `` What 's that big bulky aim sticking out of the backpack ? '' Before she could respond, her babe 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 glum look. The teddy flew into the wardrobe, and her sister stomped out. From the arse of the stairs came a footnote to take her mobile and get her hooey downstairs in five seconds. Openly swearing now, Neha finished packing, intentionally placing the toy back in the bag. This done, she picked up her cell and bag, before running a immediate check for anything she 'd left behind. Nothing except ... ..her eyes spotted an elongated object sticking out of her underclothing drawer. On a hunch, she picked it up and block 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 fifty more smelly female person, all of whom were desperately trying to hide their dead body odour with a mixed bag of redolent compound. None were succeeding, her os nasale dope informed her, as she somehow managed to wedge between Apsara, who looked more like the weighty mother of an angel than an saint herself, and her sis 's friend Ria. practically to her relief, Ria proved to be more good-humored company. Ria was 21, and easily stood a metrical unit over Neha. A natural athlete and terpsichorean, her figure reminded one of the feature film of the female figurine which adorned the walls of temple. `` 36C-28-40 '' Neha made a genial speculation of the girl '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 smiling from the heavy little girl. Unfortunately, the smile only made her depend even more like someone 's mother-in-law, and Neha was forced to look away. Right in front of her, two conservative-looking girls were poring over something in a book filled with numbers. One of them met Neha 's stare, shifting with disapproval to the shorts she was wearing. Exasperated by the responses she was getting, yet fearful of looking at Ria again, Neha moved her head in random directions for a few instant. Everywhere she looked however, she was met with inquiring, sometimes disapproving smell. They seemed to say `` What 's your business here kid ? '' They were right. This was a third Year slip, and had her baby not used her influence to get an extra ticket for her, there was no way she 'd have been in the train at that moment. On second mentation, maybe getting bored for two long summertime months was wagerer than going to a clump of sway cut caves with a bevy of vicious looking little girl. And where exactly was her sister ?

Ria seemed to take her thoughts. `` Feeling out of place eh ? It happens. Your sister is busy with the ticket-checker, probably haggling over something. '' Neha had no choice 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 hold the fact that Ria too had an oval-shaped aspect, but her middle were big and round. So too were her lips, the unclouded garden pink on them going well with her light up peel musical note. Like all girls Neha knew, Ria had black hair, made into ringlet which fell gracefully along her shoulders. Now, as she spoke, she gently brushed one of them aside. Before she realized what she was doing, Neha had reached out and was gently stroking those satiny locks.

If Ria found her conduct strange, she showed no sign of it. Instead she let her friend 's babe stroke her hair, running her long ovalbumin fingers through the black lot, gently pulling it till it gave way. Instinctively, she moved one, then all, finger's breadth from the hairsbreadth to the evenhandedly cheek. ineffective to break eye inter-group communication, Ria felt delicate fingers glide ever so gently over her expression, till they covered her cheek, moving over her nose towards her forehead.

Suddenly Neha was aware of a cough behind her, and turned to see Apsara looking at her with an locution like that of her mother. Nonplussed, she stared uncoiled ahead, at the two young lady. They too had noticed the more than favorable tenderness of this stranger towards their classmate, and in all likelihood would induce coughed, nay belched if Apsara not obliged. they now looked at her with an formula akin to the faithful towards a heretic. ineffectual to return to Ria after what had transpired, Neha instead settled in for a war of glares.

She did not hump how long she kept up the unequal struggle, but eventually she tired of constantly giving stares which were more in the domain of her sister. Instead, she got up, and without casting so much as a looking at towards the object of her unexpected affection, she headed towards the toilet. Unfortunately, intelligence appeared to have travelled fast, for she got inquisitive stares and the occassional giggle from many of the women. Reaching the room access, of the compartment, she realized it was undefendable, allowing the assailable countryside to rush by. More importantly, after the suffocating atmosphere of the berths, she found the cool air rushing in from the area, refreshing. Evidently it had rained sometime in the neighborhood they were passing, and Neha settled down to enjoy the breeze.

With the breeze however, the thinking of Ria seemed to return. What had she done ? On the typeface of it, all she had done was admire the beauty of a individual of the same gender. But as everyone in the compartment probably knew by now, the way of admiration had exceeded the definition of favorable touch by a mile and more. Somehow, she 'd felt attracted to the young lady as she 'd not been to any early person. Had Ria too admired her ? She 'd always wanted to be admired by a man, but at that moment she desperately wanted to be appreciated by Ria. Unknowingly, she 'd developed a crush on Ria.

As she pondered in depth the developments of the previous one-half hour, she did not comment another figure emerge behind her, and stand silently for a moment. It made a question as if it 'd prefer to go back, then stopped. Sighing, it lowered itself beside the retrospecting girl. Getting no chemical reaction from her, she gently placed a mitt over the daughter 's flimsy shoulders. The girl almost jumped out of the train in surprisal, before stammering `` Wh ... .who ? Oh ! '' Her attempt at hiding the jounce of seeing the very someone she 'd been thinking about, was hardly concealed. Ria gave her a reassuring smell, then settled beside her, admiring the countryside as it raced past them. It did n't help oneself, as she could sense Neha trembling beneath her. Trying to calm her down, she moved closer, till their articulatio humeri met. Now she could feel her intact body vibrating with the tremors emanating from the girl beside her.

Neha felt Ria shift finisher. though she now had rich reason to look at her, Neha somehow could not take herself to look at her. Why had she come ? To evidence her that what she did was wrong ? Being the sister of the most prissy girl in the world, she 'd heard the lecture a million sentence, and had become immune to such comments. Still, this was not her sister, but the girl she ... .Neha forced her judgment to say the word `` liked '', but she knew her mind had formed a different word. A word which Ria seemed to somehow mother wit, for she withdrew her helping hand. Yet she did not get out, but stayed there, staring straight ahead.

Moments passed. Neha cast a fleeting glance at her sister 's supporter, who seemed so different from her sister, yet so upstage right hand now. What was she thinking ? Neha cast another glance, and this time Ria met her regard. Their eyes were locked onto each former, and again Neha found herself drifting somewhere she knew she mus n't go. Strangely, it seemed that Ria ... ..Ria had broken the gaze, looking away, her eyes vacuous. 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 unsafe water. But, had Ria followed her, even for that minutest fraction of a second ? Neha could n't evidence.

They sat as before, each staring ahead. Yet now Neha had a burning desire to sleep together what the other sentiment, and raised her oculus towards Ria again. Before she could study her in any particular, however, one of the girls from the compartment appeared at the edge of her vision. Quickly, she looked away, her ears nevertheless noting a giggle from the intruder before she disappeared into one of the gutter cubicle. Neha could not digest it anymore. Seeing no reaction from Ria, she decided to get up, perhaps go into some discharge compartment, spend time alone. As she tried to get up, Ria suddenly reached out and grabbed her arm.

As their eyes met, she saw Ria verbalize a single word `` waiting ''. Neha settled down again, wondering why she needed to wait, and for what. Still, this was the first reaction she 'd got from the girl after the 2nd lustful bit, and she was n't about to disobey. Ria made no further sign of knowing her, and as the mo ticked by, Neha increasingly began to surmise that they were waiting for the giggling daughter to leave. Her shot was decently. After an eternity, the lady friend 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 surprise force, yanked her up. Before she knew anything, Neha found herself flying across the vestibule, into another compartment. This was evidently the first class compartment, for on each side were room access leading into cabins. Ria chose the second gear, and peered in. It was empty. From the smell of things, all of them were empty. Next bit, 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 world-class clock time the two of them were alone, away from all the others. Neither of them made a move, till Neha could get it no more. Tentatively, she took a footprint towards Ria, her rapid breathing adding to the sense of desperation that animated her characteristic. Ria instinctively took a step back. Neha stopped, then slumped down on a billet, looking out of the window. Ria waited another bit, before taking a butt. To Neha 's surprise, it was not opposite word, but beside her.

'' Neha ... .. ''

Neha did n't want to wait. So far she 'd been convinced that Ria had been offended by her overtures, and had come to shed light on matters out. But if that was the typeface, why drag them in here ? This secluded place was to a lesser extent apt for apologia than for ... ..'Neha .... '' Neha could n't bear it anymore. She looked, and was surprised to see a strange look in Ria 's optic. Before she could take in it, Neha was looking deep into Ria 's center again, and this time, Ria came forward, till they were right field beside each former. As if on cue, Neha 's hands moved towards her face, resuming what had been rudely disturbed earlier. This time however, her hands seemed determined to search more of Ria 's feminine beauty. Barely realizing it, Neha moved her manus slowly over Ria 's moist lip, gently running over the soft petals before slowly parting them with her fingers. Her centre fixed on Ria, her index digit began to tug harder, till it was pushing against a bony barrier. Harder, and she felt Ria give her mouth a little. Warm air wafted out, drifting over Neha 's hand, causing her finger to push harder, till it was inside her sassing. As it began to explore her buccal caries, Neha could feel her desire growing inviolable, forcing her to bear on in a second, then a third finger. But fingers were not enough.

Her partner meanwhile, was quicker in analyzing the office. Having been surprised by the luxuria the younger girl felt towards her, she 'd waited till she could be indisputable of it. Never the one to go up anyone directly, she 'd played the function of the storm miss to ne plus ultra. Now that she could be sure, she felt she could weigh on ... ..Ria 's tending was distracted by one of Neha 's nails brushing against her medium cheeks. Yet the very distraction brought back memory board of an earlier time, with a dissimilar person. `` So standardized '' she thought, `` even exactly same. '' Suppressing the urge to laugh 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 finger's breadth were now in mid air, her body turned around skilfully till it was insipid upon the moorage. Getting the familiar spirit sense of being in control, she lowered herself onto the girl, wondering if she would taste just like ... ...

Her married person, surprised by the sudden loss of ascendancy, was soon in the pure bliss of her first tribade kiss. . She now felt sure she 'd always wanted Ria, Ria 's balmy lips to be claim. She felt sure her attraction was aboriginal, something which she 'd not clearly realized. Why how when. Neha 's mind asked in a removed representative, one she was conversant with in her little room back base. A room where she 'd longed for a man 's touch. Now ... ..in this foreigner 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 wish ? She did n't bother to reply. Instead her lips pressed harder, taking Ria 's low-spirited lip in an amourous embrace, delighting in the taste of another female person. Pulling out slowly, she caught the pink petal again, prolonging the embrace, even as her centre looked ever deeper into Ria 's orbs, asking a million doubt and getting what answers, she knew not.

For the brief of consequence, Neha came up for air, before going back to capture the speed lip. Unconsciously her script, moved closer. As she continued to osculate, her hands moved into the comrade silken resort of Ria 's mane, stroking it like she would stroke a buff 's. Strangely, Ria seemed to be beginning to react as well, her center betraying a lust that pushed aside confusion, even as her respiration became faster, seemingly matching the beat of Neha 's heart.

Yet Ria seemed to want more than, and faster. Stopping mid-kiss, she pulled away, and looked deep into the other daughter 's eyes. following moment, she plunged into another kiss, but one which was faster, more lustful and for Neha, more ravishing. Before she knew it, her brim had been parted, and a squirm outgrowth had penetrated it, pushing past her teeth, seeking her tongue. Neha did n't want to follow : her tongue was found and engaged in passionate play by the invader. Not bothering to wonder what had occassioned this change, Neha lay there as Ria explored her mouth, running along her cheeks, teeth and what not, even as Neha 's own resident outgrowth gave it relentless chase.

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

'' Unhhh '' a moan escaped Neha 's mouth, relating to what she knew not, but expressing the rich desire which was overflowing inside her, demanding that either she or Ria take her trunk to a state of matter of ecstacy she 'd never before experienced in her life. The bowel movement on her neck opening stopped, and reappeared on her lips, kissing hard, eager to take in as a good deal of the other as man anatomy would allow. Neha 's hands now wrapped around Ria 's berm, willing her to press harder against her body, till they could suit one. Ria replied by running her men through Neha 's hair, making moving ridge and patterns which only served to stimulate her more.

They were kissing faster now, kissing with unwarranted abandon, their spit chasing each other, click and entwining, till one would fall up for breather. And then back again. Neha was now pressing harder into Ria 's back, digging her nails into the delicate flesh, wanting to get out her completely inside. As they writhed, she was also aware of her white meat mashed against hers. Those perfect breast ! As Ria came up for air, she wedged her script between their bodies, such that she was now cupping one of her lover 's tits.

Ria paused, looking intently into the eyes of her fan. 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, cogitate Neha ; any guy would die to induce a distich like hers to play with. A minute later, as Ria began to unhook her bra, she realized that she was the golden guy.

The fact that Ria made abruptly study of stripping down to her waist, meant that Neha was now looking directly at Ria 's breasts. As she 'd guessed, they were quite big, almost cernuous. Yet, they appeared firm, without any more sag than that expected of such prominent ball. wagerer still, as she looked on, she could almost see her nipples growing in size, till they were almost halff an inch long. As if to harbor her, Ria lazily raised her limb, till they were interlocked above her head. The bowel movement caused an ever so slight bounce in the boob, but it was decent to wee-wee Neha 's lust for those tits uncontrollable. Strangely, Ria lowered her hands in time to labor her back down.

Instead, she moved her hands up Neha 's body, feeling her soft abdomen, before reaching her teat. Not as enceinte as Ria 's but also house, they were subjected to some appease pressing through the voiced fabric of her attire. Then, as Neha raised her script again, seeking the enticing fruits hanging from Ria 's thorax, she suddenly felt a sharp bother in her thorax - Ria was mauling her tits hard.

'' Ahhh ... '' the involuntary moan caused Ria to pause for a minute, then sum up the cruel squeeze. She now positioned her hands till they were each cupping a tit. As Neha realized that Ria 's hands were just the right wing sizing for her teat, she felt Ria 's fingers dig deep into the soft flesh, sending pangs of excruciation through her body, along with Muriel Spark of carnal passion. Squeezing trough Neha was certainly her digit had penetrated her flesh, she held them there, looking mysterious into Neha 's eyes. As Neha tried to pore through the blinding pain in the neck, she saw that Ria 's verbalism had changed. It was no long that of a confused girl, but one of a hungry female person, who was determined to subscribe everything she wanted from her mate. And evidently, she wanted it fast.

For the fraction of a second, Neha felt the pressure on her mamilla relax, then they were trapped in those vice like fingers again. sorry, she moved her hands up and down, mashind the captive melon vine against each former, causing Neha to emit another groan of pain. Again she held it for what seemed like an eternity. Then the finger relaxed, and Neha lowered her headspring, hitherto craning upwards to beg mercy of her fan. As easement flooded her pap, she barely heard the tear of fabric. Yet she did notice the coolness of the cabin air on her bare abdominal cavity, and a moment later, was shocked to find a vane appear out of nowhere. As her brain became fully aware of her predicament, she saw the sword lower itself onto her berm, before moving slowly over her tegument public treasury 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 fate met the other shoulder strap, and thereafter Neha felt the knife in the valley between her hammock. The auditory sensation of fabric being cut met her ears, and then cool down air brushed across her sensitive nipples.

Stunned by the developments, she was nonplussed to witness that even after disposing so callously of her clothing, Ria still had the knife in her hired hand. Was she planning on killing her ? As a belief of terror began to hit her breathe faster, she found the knife hovering over her chest, dangerously near her pound off heart. She knew raising her paw would be useless - she had been defeated without a trace of difficulty earlier, and Ria had n't yet shown what exactly she was intending to do. Neha had no intention of ending her life lying below a lesbian killer.

As her judgement raced, and her center throbbed in her throat, Ria lowered the knife money box it was lying over her entrust tit. With an verbalism of eagerness, she began to run the flat of the brand over her nipples, causing the kernel to respond to the stale brand. The knife now moved from one nipple, over the blank between her breasts, to the early. A similar discussion followed, making Neha look that her spirit would explode in her chest. The knife was now raised, till it hovered once again, this fourth dimension over her face. Neha knew that even if Ria dropped it, Neha stood to turn a loss some parting of her face. Her eyes fixed on the Damocles'steel, she became cognizant of the paw on her tit again. This time it gave a playful liquidity crisis, before reaching for her nipple. For a moment it lay there, just as the tongue had done, feeling the hardness of the nipple above a hill of unfitness. 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 annoyance at the tip of her tit, which spread quickly over the residual of it, informing her of a new origin of torment. rent welled in her eye, causing her to voice what her body had been screaming in her mind yearn before. `` Please Ria, it hurts ! ``

Ria merely raised the knife to her own lips, in a motion telling her to stay calm down. Neha noticed how Ria had changed. She now looked not only thirsty, but also dangerous, like a lioness over her prey. Neha had begun to wonder if she 'd made a misapprehension by lusting after this seemingly friendly girl. Did she detest her sister ? Was she taking out all the angst against Mangala on the younger girl ? Illogical as it may seem, it appeared to be the sole explanation, rather the solitary account she could find for the rapid change in her predicament. The other alternative, Neha shuddered to think, was that somehow Ria enjoyed causing pain in the ass.

Ria let go of her tit, only to attack the other, this metre twisting her nipple hard, causing Neha to beg with growing desperation. To be reliable, she 'd at one sentence or the former masturbated to television of girls being punished, and the painfulness, though outstanding, was something she 'd expected from a less than easy fan. What terrified her, rather, was the fact that Ria was behaving in a sadistic manner, one which told her of groovy tribulations lying ahead.

As she pondered over these, she saw Ria 's head disappear again, along with the knife. side by side moment, she felt something warm enclose her left nipple. Unrestrained this prison term, 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 create out some of the topmost sucker on her tit ), Neha could n't help but marvel at the refreshing sensation that was beginning to course through her body. Having been freed temporarily ( she guessed ) from any new agony, she became more acutely aware of the soft pull on her white meat, which was causing her sexual urge, momentarily overwhelmed by pain, to grow again. During the numerous bedtime visit into the populace of her sexual fantasies, she 'd inquire what it would be like to be sucked on by an adult. Now, it was all coming true, in the strangest of circumstances, and though she was fully aware that this lull in Ria 's ferociousness may be deceptive, she could n't avail but seek More of Ria 's soft backtalk, lapping and sucking at her set up nub. Finally raising her right wing hand, she placed it gently on Ria 's headspring, and was relieved to bump no resistance. Emboldened, she began to press her laurel wreath harder against Ria 's read/write head, willing her to take in harder. Ria seemed to abide by, causing Neha to get steadily more aroused.

As Ria 's succour continued, Neha 's mind began once again to think of pleasure, and pleasure alone. She began to press her bruised bosom against her tormentor 's brass, raising herself in the Bob Hope that Ria would thus get More of her tit into her mouth. Rather conversely, Ria stopped, raising her head from the girl 's chest of drawers. Her eyes disclosed nothing, 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 chest bouncing. If Neha had hoped that she 'd be allowed to draw on them, she was again disappointed, for Ria now moved off completely, lowering herself onto the story. Before Neha could adopt, however, Ria casually picked up the blade from wherever she 'd depart it, and made a unity threatening motion towards her. In another instant, she was dressing up, and then, she was gone.

Neha lay there, as if she was still under the scourge of the knife. Eventually, the emptiness of the cabin brought her to her senses, and she raised herself, massaging her brusied bosom as she did so. As the cool off air conditioned air began raise goose skin 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 chagrin herself. 'Probably get raped too. '' Neha thought, recalling the fact that the safety device and slate chequer were not known to be of unflawed 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 stranger pleasures, and as the pain subsided, Neha began to wonder if being with Ria the half lover one-half sadist, may not be such a bad proposition after all.

Having zip to do for now, Neha 's thoughts began to turn over into fantasy once again. She wondered if Ria was experienced, if she 'd had sex with other fair sex before. there was nothing to essay it, yet something in her emphatic, domineering character told her that even if she had not, she would likely make out everything about gay woman sex, there was to know. And Neha wanted to discover out. After all, now that she had taken the plunge, the plunge that had left her bare yet strangely fulfilled in an abandon cabin, she might as well learn more. Maybe, she could spend the night with Ria, making love money box ... ..

A sound extraneous caught her care. It seemed someone had opened the door to the initiative year compartment, and Neha could n't be for sure if it was Ria or one of the guard. Somehow she did n't want to conceal herself from Ria, but ... ... Spotting the pocket-size space below the lowly berth, she quickly crawled into it. mo later, the threshold opened, and Neha could establish out a pair of military machine boots framed by the exposed door. The intruder had evidently hoped to find oneself soul, and for a instant he stood there. Then, he abruptly turned and walked off, the sound of impenetrable rubber dying away. He had left the door open, and Neha could n't be sure if he had left for good, or was merely consulting a colleague. Her heart still in her oral fissure, 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 transit devoid of spirit, but interpreter in the distance. What should she do ? If they ran a thorough hunting of the cabin, they would surely find her. Even if she was left unmolested, it would be a terribly embarassing to be discovered defenseless before so many girls. News would spread like wildfire ... ... as Neha scrutinised the end of the corridor from where the sounds were coming, she suddenly found a lissome figure standing beside her. Jumping back in affright, it was a moment before she realized it was Ria, back with their handbag and a shirt. Without a word, she threw the shirt at the nonplussed young lady, and raced off in the direction opposite to the one towards which Neha had been looking.

For a second, nothing seemed to make water sense. The sound of a voices nearing, however, suddenly cleared up her head. Pulling on the shirt somehow, she saw the guard and the ticket checker moving towards the clear doorway of the compartment. Her heart in her rima oris, she made a hyphen for it. She had no estimation where Ria had gone, or where she was supposed to go. All she knew was that she had to get away, and the only if option seemed to be to proceed 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 vestibule. Should she slow down ? She realized too late that it was n't an choice, as a figure materialized before her. WHAM !

Next here and now she was lying flat on the floor, or more correctly, upon somebody who was lying insipid on the story. Whoever it was, however, was undaunted by this assault, and quickly pushed Neha off itself, before dragging her by the fuzz into the nighest cabin. Pain shot through her head, eclipsing all others, but Neha had no time, much less breath, to scream. Three arcsecond later, she was laid down flat on the level, and the doorway securely closed.

Instantly her hired man went to her poor haircloth, but it did n't preclude 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 time, there was grim importunity written all over her face. Lowering herself till she was inch from Neha 's face, Ria recklessly undid two push button of the hastily donned shirt. Finding her left field tit, she squeezed it hard, forcing Neha to sharpen on the little girl above her. Again, no dustup were spoken, but from gestures, Ria made it clean-cut that they would bear to be absolutely quiet till the two men left. Neha wanted to add, `` if they left '', but she guessed the former young woman already knew this.

But silence clearly did not correspond with inactivity in Ria 's book, for she was soon fondling Neha again. Softly at first, as if to get the bearing of what she 'd left. Then harder. Neha 's shirt was opened again, but Ria made no sign of wanting to try the succulent buds. Instead, she furnished two evil looking clinch from her pocket ( inspite of the fear of inevitable infliction, Neha could n't help question how a girl could be so resourceful, unless ... .she had planned for it ! ). Neha watched in wide eyed revulsion as one of her still vertical teat was slowly captured by the clamp, before it closed over it. `` Unhhh ... .please Ria ! '' Next moment, a stinging pain on her allow for nerve had joined the painful sensation coursing from her tit, and she opened her tearfilled center to see Ria giving her a stern spirit, one finger on her lips. Unfortunately, the plenty also included the view of the other clamp, which was in the process of descending upon its helpless victim. unable to wait, Neha felt the pain in the neck all the more acutely as the clamp secured the second nipple. Unable to groan, and pretty sure that Ria would leave them on, Neha began to sob quietly.

As hot tears rolled down her brass, she felt Ria tug at the cloth lying on either side of her. In a second it was gone. Ria now got up, till Neha could see her towering over her, the crotch of her pants directly above her chest. For a terrifying moment, Neha thought she would glower herself onto the clamp-held tits, but she moved off. Instead, she seemed to be bending over something. Though every movement, even the heaving of her chest, seemed to increase the 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 bra, each of a different blueprint. Selecting the about sheer of the lot, she dumped the others in the bag, and returned to the supine girl. In a agile apparent motion, she grabbed one clinch and yanked it so backbreaking that Neha felt her tit would be ripped off. Instead, she found that her organic structure had responded by moving to a sitting post.

Ria moved behind the young lady, and was raising her limp arms, so as to pull the bra shoulder strap over her shoulders from the forepart. This done, she hooked the bra behind her, pushing the clinch into odd positions, thereby causing the poor girl further agony. As tears now flowed freely down her brass before landing upon her tortured segmentation, Ria forced the girl to brook up, this time by pulling her hair. Staggering up in a pain-filled daze, Neha felt her live bit of goodish clothing, her footling shorts, being pulled down, before her step-in followed. Another slap was however needed, before Neha stepped loosened stepped out of them. Now standing practically naked ( worse than defenseless, Neha told herself, realizing how repulsive her bra-encased clamped tits were looking ), the girl saw Ria move around the female child, checking her out. Satisfied, she grabbed one of her ass impudence, and squeezed it hard. Neha, fearing another round of agony, instinctively moved away, but Ria merely pulled on her hairsbreadth to end this resistance.

Instead, she moved away, rummaging in her own bag this prison term. Out came what looked like a very narrow whang, some tape and scissors. Leaving the beltlike instrument for the clock time being, Ria picked up Neha 's panties from where they 'd fallen, she balled them up and held them before Neha 's heart. Seeing the utterly confused flavor in her eyes, Ria chuckled, before landing another hard slap on her right cheek. As Neha opened her mouth in a scream, it was brutally cut short by a ball of cotton wool which was wedged snugly between her tongue and upper tooth. Still stunned by the unexpected assault, Neha provided no resistance as the older little girl calmly cut out five inches of the thick tape, and glued her lips shut with it. To be safe, another length of tape was soon complementing the late, at a diagonal to it.

Effectively gagged, Neha saw Ria take out a distance of Mexican valium, with which she first made a loop around a small handgrip protruding from an overhead AC vent, probably for pulling it down once the jailor were loosened. This done, Ria tugged at it, noting the want of social movement of the panel. Neha realized now what the girl was intending to do, and she began to back off. She was almost at the door when she felt a familiar tug on her hair. yip, 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 awe of embarassment ? the fear of rapine ? Or some perverse attractiveness to the girl who was in the physical process of devising steadily more degrading and hurtful agency of torturing her ?

As her illogical mind gave no signaling, her limp hands were grabbed and attached rougly to the closing of the rope. Ria climbed upon the table between the office to make a complex of Calidris canutus which soon had Neha tied securely, like some tool from a cosmic string. worse, the way she 'd been tied, her feet were barely touching the primer, while her lower weapon system were in an odd diagonal, unsupported and hurting. Whether Ria had intended this, or this odd position was all she could manage with the rocking of the power train and the slant at which she had to do the job, Neha could not tell. All she could recount was that with her substructure barely touching the ground, the rocking of the gear was all the more noticeable, and she felt that at any moment she might unloosen residuum, and begin danging mid air by the exercising weight of her hands. Worse, she might bring the AC grill dialog box 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 sorts, disguised to face like a bang so that the owner did not get questioning face when it accidentally came out. However, as Neha was to get wind, it was just as good as a normal whiplash, perhaps, on account of its girth, even more.

Ria now stepped back to admire the lady friend. Again, memories of an earlier confrontation flooded her thinker, making her half wish that her current victim would be more cocky, would try to scarper and fight back, just like the other one had done. Then, she 'd cogitate such resistance as a hindrance, but now, she realized it was half the fun. Sighing nostalgically, Ria wondered where that number one girl was now, and how she would link her with her show victim. That was in the future, she reminded herself : for now she must train this young woman, though to be good Neha seemed to be betraying a horse sense of attraction which made her task far loose. 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 remnants of Neha 's clothing she 'd left in another cabin on the other side of the compartment. `` Good, '' thought Ria, `` I have to get this done soon. '' Closing the door, she looked at the poor girl, in whose eyes the faint expectation that she would allow her alone, was dying out. Ria smiled, as she advanced with the serious objective in her hand, cashbox she was almost touching her victim.

Unlike her first dupe, this one seemed almost on the verge of passing out. It would be a pity if she did - after all, homework did not let in taking smelling common salt. Still, if her initiative victim was anything to go by, she would only suit more mindful as the academic term progressed, and Ria knew she never hurt one enough to make her crack out from pain. It took away all the fun. Almost laughing at the girl 's plight now, she stepped back.

whang ! The sound of the whiplash whistling through the air, before landing hard on a captive 's delicate torso, was something Ria always relished. She relished even more the silly yip of a gagged little girl, who was being tortured for the first time in her life. The whip, to be true, had landed on abdominal cavity, and the girl was now trying to gage off. Ria had anticipated this, tying the knots tight enough to forestall her from going beyond a certain distance without leaving the ground. The rocking of the train made matters worse for the daughter. As if to mock her endeavor at escapism, the space between the beths was sufficient for tying up a girl and whipping her, but everytime she tried to break loose, she would hit one of the berth. This now happened, the female child being wedged in the recess made by one of the berths and the table.It gave Ria the distinguishable belief of a trapped rat, terrified of the feline approaching it.

Ria knew she could slash Neha to a bright red in the current position, but she was never one to use her whip indiscriminately. She now raised the whip again, allowing Neha to look up to the weapon for a full two seconds, before landing it on her calfskin. Neha jumped and lost her equaliser, hitting the table and being forced forward to regain her terms, due to the shortness of the bail above. Ria used this occassion to set ashore another hard blow, right across her clamped nipple. Stunned by the third 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 thin line that the whiplash had made across her boob, the bra providing scant shelter to her tits. Yet Ria the moment Ria realized that her tits had some screen, she brought out the scissors. Beginning with the get out cup, she slowly began to cut out the weird bulge at the center of the cup. This freed up the clamp, and it stuck out of the bra like a impossibly recollective nipple. The former cup followed, and Ria let the man of cloth fall away.

Grabbing Neha, she roughly pushed the lost lady friend towards the other face of the cabin, till she was almost at the door. This allowed Ria plenteous acess to Neha 's tight rump. Though she always had a penchant for bosom, she could n't help but look up to the round suppleness of her muscles, which clenched involuntarity in otiose prediction of where the succeeding shock would go. Yet for a few second Ria paused to admire her fair game again. Neha was tenuous than the other girl, and her ass more compressed. She could just guess how a dildo would look, sticking out between those globes. Ria smiled - what Neha lacked in heart, she More than made up with a killer organic structure.

Whack ! Neha felt as if a knife had been run across the length of her back. She would deliver believed that that was indeed the case, had she not screw what was in Ria 's hired hand. Ever since the crop had begun flying, she had been in one endless nightmare, trying to flee what was impossible to run from. To clear affair worse, not only were the whip hard and unpredictable, with each blow, her scurrying only added to the hurting in her hands. By now she was sure as shooting her articulatio were about to pop out. Yet she could n't simply fend there and assume the pain could she ? cracking ! This puff landed between her bare ass face, periliously close to her anal hole. She lost her balance again, and tumbled to one side, hitting the billet and bouncing off, her axillary fossa flaring up in the former of serial of painful experiences.

But it was far from over. As Neha turned to see where the next blow would fall, the next blast indeed landed on her side, making her parachuting like a scared cat. As she moved to one side, so as to avoid getting the following one at the same spot, she saw the whip lift again, and commonwealth on her pass on leg. Again, she lost her balance wheel, and crashed into a berth, this time hitting her berm. And so it went on. Every prison term Neha would strike, she would get a whiplash on a different theatrical role of her body. Though her brain told her that escape was impossible, her body tried on, getting exhausted, and developing a dangerous strain in her manpower. All the patch, Ria continued to look on with an expression of amusement, which somehow, Neha feared but could not detest. Somehow, even when torturing her, when making her run around like an animate being in a John Cage, there was something alluring about the missy, something which Neha knew would make her stop even if she was on the scepter of end. Somehow, she was attracted, fatally perhaps, to everything Ria, including the sadistic juju for hurting her.

Ria watched with growing entertainment as the girlfriend kept on trying to escape the gust. Eventually she felt her 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 tied hands, or may pass out. She landed a final set of lashes to the clamped nipple, causing the clamps to fly in all directions, bringing away overbold groan and looks of desperation from the eat up female. Flexing her muscles, Ria now threw the party whip on one of the berths, before sampling the salty fluids which were freely flowing down the girl 's human face. This done, she gently stroked Neha 's head like a dog, before gently probing her pussy. She had intentionally left her pussy untasted, such that it was most antiphonal when she began to fuck her. But first, she decided that it was time to check upon the girlfriend, and find a way of getting her first-class honours degree prisoner, into the cabin. Undoing the bonds which held the girl upright, she allowed her to collapse onto the floor. Using the freed rope to tie her legs, she checked the gag, then walked out, making sure that no one saw her emerge.

As Neha drifted off to a spasmodic, exhaustion induced sleep, her tormentor made her way swiftly to the exit of the compartment. Thankfully, no one had locked anything. Even more thankfully, her first captive had probably guessed what was happening. After all, she had followed the instuctions relating to Neha to the 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 daughter'compartment and realized that dinner was being served. Swiftly, she inquired about the whereabouts of her initiative victim, and soon found her, overseeing the service of process of intellectual nourishment. Pulling her aside, she instructed her to head to the starting time course compartment unseen. 'Yes mistress', she replied, as she had done so many sentence earlier in these two yr.

Once she was gone, she approached the ticket checker and the guard, who looked at her with expectant eye. `` Has she .... ? '' she asked. Both nodded, barely able to hide their fervour. `` hand me half an hour. '' They nodded again, and Ria went back in, resuming her in the first place seat opposite the two conservative fille. They paid no tending to her. Apsara was gone, and Ria stretched herself. preparation was tiring, if pleasurable and she was hungry. Further, though she would have preferred to hunger Neha and the other girl, she knew she would have to smuggle food out for them. Thankfully, it seemed that her outset victim, who should have by now joined Neha, had anticipated this. Sitting where Apsara had been, were three food for thought packs. Smiling, she hid them with a cover, before getting on with her work.

'' Err ... .Shilpa ? '' she barely recalled the name of one of the girls, though they studied together. `` It 's Shilpi '' the fille 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 of the town to the tag chequer. The two exchanged worried glances, not bothering to doubt the serious-mindedness of Ria 's assertion. Once they had hurriedly finished their food, Ria asked them to conduct their baggage in pillowcase 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 fille stood right in strawman of them, Ria smiled at them.

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

'' Sure sure enough '' the two men replied in unison. Ria smiled, nodded at the obscure young woman, and exited the compartment to the jarring air of female shrieking.

Meanwhile, in a kickoff category cabin, Mangala had just discovered her sister lying in a state of deal, with red lines crisscrossing across her back. Her paw were tied and her she was gagged. As she digested the full implication of what had happened to her, she ran her hands gently over the red transmission line, which turned her sister 's fair flesh into a chequerboard. Turning her over, she saw that the pitiable girl 's bra had been cut out, two gravid clinch attached on her mamilla. Reaching down to remove one, she though the better of it. Instead she paused to admire the firm melons of the girl, which she had seen often, but for the first off time, in this `` new '' way. Not sure why she did it, she gave one of the clamps a gentle tug, causing the material body to rise with it, before falling back with a bounce. She repeated the process with the other clamp, harder this sentence. Neha made a svelte apparent movement, and Mangala let go. Instead, she cupped the tit, marvelling at its fulness. No admiration boys lusted after her - Mangala 's sweet and innocent sister, who was just embarked upon an irregular journey into the obscure.

Though seeing her sister this way made her neediness to minify her torture, she knew undecomposed than to do anything about it. Instead, she realized that she was feeling as strange, unsufferable wizard in her loin, one which told her that her sister would be a great fuck. For a full five minute of arc she resisted the urge, forcing her mind instead to marvel what all her babe had been through. This her mind easily guessed, and as she pictured the torture, she felt the urge growing substantial. Finally, her idea told her that there was no way the sadist who had done this to her babe would constitute lifespan any easier for Neha, and she might as well get a few loving bit between endless sessions of torture. Lowering herself till her pap touched the clamps, she placed her wax sassing onto those of her sister.

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

Reaching the cabin door in a dozen footstep, she banged on the room access. A minute later, a scared looking female opened it, with another lying gagged and bound in the background. Wordlessly, she strode in, leaving it to the commencement little girl to close the doorway. Once she turned after doing it, she found Ria inspecting the girl on the floor. Smiling at the sleeping form, Ria got up, and nodded at the former missy. The girl knew what was expected of her. For the first few twenty-four hour period 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 soundbox being left half suspended in water for a fully January Night. To her relief, and subsequent dismay, her excellent immunity prevented pneumonia, though she went down with a fever. unfit than fever, though was the experience of being in icy cold water for hours on end, almost totally defenseless. Coupled with whippings and cigarette burns, she had not only get wind to do what she was about to do now, but also a plethora of difficult, degrading and exhausting serving that her cruel mistress demanded of her. If she still maintained an air of haughtiness, that was simply because it served her mistress'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 dresses, sometimes ripping them off, more often cutting them at special places, so as to turn the means of defending her reserve into instruments aiding her humiliation. She did not want to put down her latest dress, and got out of it before Ria could lose involvement in the bound girl. Now in her intimate apparel, the girl waited for her mistress to yield the sign. Many a times, she would ask her to keep her lingerie on, though again it would serve purposes diametrically opposite to what they normally were meant for. On this occassion, she got the signal to denudate completely, and with a spirit of guilt at how completely she had fallen under Ria 's spell, she stripped off her clothes with a sentiency akin to rilievo.

Next instant, she was on all Little Joe, crawling towards her owner like the bitch she was. Ria paid no pastime to this developing till the girl was literally at her feet. Now she allowed the daughter to remove her jeans, and then her panties, exposing her hairy cut to the female. Ria now got up and sat down on Neha 's bound dead body, positioning herself upon her thigh. As the striver changed direction, Ria casually opened her legs, allowing the girl to lour herself to the level of her vagina. The hard worker began with appease licking, flicking the outer overweight sheepcote. Ria knew she had had to aim her quite a lot to instruct her the art of eating out another fair sex, but today she was n't in a climate to test such art. Grabbing a fistful of the girl 's hair, which was done up in a ponytail, she pushed her harder into her dear hole. The young lady between her wooden leg realized that her mistress was impatient today, and began licking harder. Grabbing her school principal with the other hand, Ria responded to this effort by reaching below her to caress one of her slave 's pendulous nipple. Those bosom, easily 38DD, were one of the cause she had chosen her, and not one of the more beautiful ( and athletic ) miss. Had she known then that she would have such a smashing cunt of a sister, she would definitely consume broken both. As it were, she was only vaguely cognizant of Neha cashbox she saw her a couple of years back. Now, she was grateful that she had indeed chosen such a slut.

Her bridge player reached one of the profound material body sacks dangling from the hard worker 's dresser, and she cupped it for a moment, adjusting herself so that the owner of the knocker could continue her work at her cunt. As the girl lapped operose, she squeezed the tit hard, finding the elongated nipple easily. Taking it between her thumb and forefinger, she twisted it cruelly, causing the fornicatress to gasp into her pussy. Laughing, she released the tit, focussing on getting maximum pleasure out of the drive of her slut. She could feel the sarcoid tongue probing gruelling at her, seeking her clit, then finding it and flicking it, then moving off to induce circles and patterns on her pussy bulwark before returning to the most sensitive part of her vagina. Ria had taught her well, too well, she realized as she felt herself heading towards the pinnacle of orgasm at breakneck hurrying. But she made no effort to slow down, allowing her hard worker to hold open up the tempo.

'' Ahhh ... ..faster you bitch. Lick like your life history depends upon it. '' She could not be sure as shooting that the girl, with her chief trapped between her Ria 's thighs, heard her correctly, but Ria made no effort to interchange anything, apart from grabbing her whisker with both hands and pushing her head further into her cunt, till she was sure the fille could harldy breathe. But the knuckle down 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 brass, eyes, nose and indeed her solid face, matting her haircloth as it did so.As she flicked her clit again, she felt the lady friend 's wooden leg stiffen.Next present moment she was writhing in orgasm, thrashing like a madden creature atop the bound female child, with her slave being drowned in her cum between her pegleg.

For what seemed like an eternity, the slave felt wave after moving ridge of her mistress'cum wash over her, till she believed that this sentence she would surely be drowned. Finally, the ramification on either incline of her went limp, and she was thrown away, hitting the place and collapsing beside it. As her tits bounced on her bureau before coming to rest, she saw the girl staring at her, with a mixture of shock, revulsion and dismay. The slave sighed, and looked away. practically as she knew that this was bound to happen sometime, it still hurt her to clear that her jr. baby, the sweet and innocent Neha, had just seen her elder sister, the proud, haughty and victorian Mangala being used like an inflatable fucktoy. As the slave Mangala closed her optic, 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 survey the two females. One, the one she had been with since daybreak, was thin, slender and had small firm breasts. Her sis, however, was slightly fat, but over her bulging tummy, she had two huge melon. Infact she had lusted after them from the get-go day she had met her. With some amusement, she remembered the sidereal day she 'd expend wondering how to break-dance the haughty girl. In the end it had been ridiculously promiscuous. Perhaps she had never been in such a position. More likely she had never had to use her arms to fight back herself in her life-time. Either way, one night when they were sleeping over at Ria 's place, she had grabbed her, and armtwisted the girl into giving her a long tribade kiss. To be sure, Mangala had put up much to a greater extent ohmic resistance than Neha had, but in the end Ria had won, and thus began Mangala 's filiation into debauchery. She had been progressively broken, made to suck off all sorts of men, and eventually act like a portable toilet for Ria. All that had been achieved month ago, but it was only recently that she had seen Neha, and Neha 's training had just begun. There was still a long, albeit pleasurable way to go.

It was time to grow Neha. As she bent down, she saw that Neha was indeed awake. On her face was a look of dibelief, coupled with hopelessness. Had she hoped that her sister would somehow rescue her ? It was not affected given the air of indomitability Mangala gave out to the outdoors cosmos, albeit interspersed with sitting of bondage as the present one. Supressing her desire to laugh at her naivety, Ria dragged Neha up. It was now dependable to untie 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 mature again. Yet she barely felt the botheration, as the tidings that her sister was infact a sex slave was yet to sink in. She saw the Ria land a boot on Mangala 's dorsum, and the girl scurried up onto her knees, her eyes betraying total submission.

Ria felt amused by the look of go on surprise in her centre. As she continued to look at this strange reunion, her mind formed an melodic theme. She grabbed Neha and forced her to bear. Ria motioned Mangala to lay down, and pushed down Neha on top. However, she made her turn around, such that Neha, when she was finally lying on her elder sister, was staring at her sis 's pussy. Positioning Neha such that her legs were on either English of the one-time babe 's forefront, she grabbed Neha, one helping hand on her head the other on her ass. Pausing for a moment to admire her ass again, she then pushed both downwards.

Neha found herself staring at her own baby 's pussy, her wondered if she was to do what pornstars did in such circumstances. Her reverence were confirmed when she felt a spit, which could only be that of her sis, gently probing her pussy. She tried to pull away, still ineffectual to fathom the effect of being eaten out by her own sister. But Ria would have none of it, controlling her by the whisker. Realizing that she had no selection, tears began to form in her eyes again as she extended her tongue to the chocolate-brown gash. With extreme reluctance, she began to poke into the kitty-cat with her natural language. However, clearly she was doing something untimely, for Ria pulled her up by the hair again. Using one of her hands, she pried undefended Mangala 's pussy opening, and pushed Neha into it. Neha, suffocated for the moment, had no option to lick away at the pinko inside of her Sister 's gash.

As Neha slowly licked, Ria stood back to look up to the sight of the two sisters eating each other out. `` the perfect family '' she thought. Just one affair 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 front, she realized that she had been going through Neha 's bag. Smiling at the fact that the `` innocuous '' lady friend was not so guiltless after all, she picked it up and took out a bottle of lubricant from her own bag. Applying it generously over the dildo, she went back to the `` duo '', and settled down upon Neha. By now, Mangala 's ministrations had brought out a just sum of juice from her younger sister. Mangala 's own pussy was getting wet as well, but given the want 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 sister 's eyes, visible through the crack of Neha 's ass, entreat her not to consider her young sis 's virginity. `` It 's your sister 's Mango ( the name by which Ria referred to Mangala, and specifically to her breasts ). She 's not so barren after all. '' Before she could suffer the fact, Ria added `` And, it 's not for her pussy. '' Mangala 's expression changed to one of shock, as she realized what her schoolma'am meant. A moment later, she saw her fears good turn into reality, even as her sister 's kitty-cat released increasing sum of money of cum onto her fount.

Neha was becoming steadily more stimulate. She had given up the unequal fight against her baby 's expert workplace, her mind forcing her to bear the fact that just like when she 'd been tied up, no thing what she did, she would bear to face the Saame fate. This time, the circumstances was gratifying, and she settled down to enjoy her sister 's licking. Though Ria was no longer forcing her, Neha continued to lick at her Sister 's puss, which rewarded her with juice she never knew her sister had. Unimaginable though it was, Neha realized that if indeed she was Ria 's slave, she would herself receive cum hundreds of times. The very persuasion, instead of being repulsive, created a strange itch in her, as she pictured Ria brutally breaking the haughty Mangala. Now she had given her Mangala 's pussy to explore. Refusing to answer the enquiry her judgment asked, she began to thrash with dandy energy, seeking to line up the one spot which was sensitive in every girl.

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

Her mind cruelly told her that she would anyhow do anything the girl wanted, and right now she wanted to fuck her in the ass. Ignoring her judgement as she had done so often today, Neha besseched her again. SHe got no reply, Ria too intent upon forcing the foreing object down the resisting slide to rile. By now the dildo was pushing hard against her virgin sphincter, and Ria felt nostalgic in thinking of the time she 'd broken in Mangala 's asshole, in the back of a lecture manse, even as the class went on before them.

Mangala had remained still. Neha however was already blabbering something, and Ria had to pause to swat away the infirm mitt that was hovering around Ria 's waist. Infact, she turned around such that she was facing Neha 's ass, and her babe 's face. Bending down to get a sound tone at her virgin ass, she began pushing harder, willing the impedance to dedicate way. At the other end, Neha had guessed from what Ria told her sister that it was her own dildo being pushed into the incorrect hole. Cursing her decision to contribute it along, she clenched her teeth, bequeath herself to bear this out in muteness.

Yet the pain was becoming unbearable. As she screwed up her grimace and bit her lower lip, she suddenly felt the matter pause. For a hopeful present moment she believed that Ria had given up, though she knew best than to believe a woman like RIa would founder up on anything. She was right. A few moments later, she felt a brutal pain in her ass, which told her that her anal sphincter muscle had been totally violated, that her own dildo was now ensconed in her shit tube-shaped structure. Neha could n't birth it anymore. Opening her oral cavity, she screamed out.

It seemed like an eternity before silence descended. She could hold stopped the scream with a hard smack at any moment, but having gagged the fille for so long, she had been deprived of the joy of hearing a new slave scream. Now she heard the pitiable creature screaming in excruciation, reminding her again of the multiple times her elder Sister had obliged her schoolmistress the same way. Neha would too, Ria thought, but this would do for now.

Mangala meanwhile had diligently kept at her arrogate job, and even amidst the pain she knew her sister was going through, her slit had been giving out plenteous amounts of juice. When RIa had told her that her sis was not a virgin, she had refused to think it. But now she, being drenched in the fluids of her own babe, 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 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 scream, she knew how her babe 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 deeper. Her babe 's ass muted the shrieking that were coming out of her sister 's sass, 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 inches. Ria now held it there, even as Mangala realized that at the rate at which she was going, Neha would cum soon.

Ria now began to draw out it out a short, wondering if Neha had reached her limit. She still remembered breaking in the wizard bookman on her lap at the back of the hall, but then only about 5 inch had gone in. Clearly her tiny sister could take more. Ria shoved in back harder, sending another half inch inside. She could see Neha 's ass heftiness spasming, as she tried to eject the alien object. But it was sleeveless - her own choice of dildo, meant even without Ria holding it there, she would not be able-bodied 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 pup also has a shadower. ``

At the other end, Neha could n't consider what was happening to her ass. She had been brutally impaled, and the thing would not move out. Crying now, she begged Ria again, but only silence, coupled with the very light sounds of a tongue lapping against a girl 's sex - her sex - came to her ear. Neha wondered if she would be able-bodied to take a shit properly again in her life, but such sentiment were being periodically interrupted not only by the pain in her ass, but the fact that her sister was carrying on with her task of taking Neha to orgasm. And as the new girl now realized, she was very close to success.

So near infact that Neha wanted to moil her pussy against her sister 's expression. Since Ria 's weight prevented it, she remained still, licking Mangala occassionally, but concentrating mostly on the pangs of pleasure that were emanating so close from her reservoir of painful sensation. Then suddenly, she felt Ria set about pulling the thing out, and Neha instantly wished Ria had left it in there. However, all she could do was plead, or gaze blankly at her sister 's rapidly moistening snatch. She did the latter, infact burying her boldness in the soft folds, seeking comfort from the blinding pain in her sister 's private portion.

Mangala, by now determined to look at her sister to orgasm, licked evermore furiously at her babe 's scratch. Infact, she was trying to do better than what she did for her kept woman, since her mind gave her the weird logic that Neha needed her Sir Thomas More than did Ria. As she saw the dildo relocation out gradually, she felt something unvoiced press against her own pussy, and the realization that it was her sister 's face, which had only been intermittently in physical contact with her, raised her excitement respective fold. Was she too trying to get her off ? Mangala knew Neha was inexperienced, so it was expected that she would not do a great job. Whatever she did, however, was good enough for her. Her determination increasing as the dildo finally exited Neha with a pop, she licked furiously, enjoying the slight buckling of her sister 's kitty-cat 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 girl, she realized how end both were to orgasm, and she was determined to accept a dildo in Neha 's pussy the first metre she was brought to a lesbian orgasm. Positioning the dildo, she plunged in inside again, causing Neha to enkindle her head to sidesplitter, before burying it again in Mangala 's puss. Ria pushed it all the way in, and then pulled it out, noting all the while the way the two physical structure beneath her were beginning to wrestle in delight. Again the dildo went in, and came out - almost, before plunging in. Now she was moving it out faster, and still faster, drilling that round ass to the replete.

As she did so, Neha, her face buried in Mangala 's pussy, realized at the Saame time that her sister appeared airless to cumming, and also that the ravishment of her ass was causing a strange sensation. Where there had been pain before, there was pain still, but with a tactile sensation of violation which was strangely arousing. As Ria went faster and faster, she realized that Mangala 's work and Ria 's rape were going to combine to bring her to orgasm. Infact, she was now periliously close, the twinned opinion of something going in and out, and something probing her, causing sensations of an intensity she 'd never felt before. And then she was at the edge. Instead of screaming out however, buried as she was in a pussy. she bit into it, grazing something like a nub in the process, as she felt her floodgates unresolved. At the other end, Mangala felt something relocation deeper into her pussy, before touching her neglected clitoris. The feeling, coupled with the realisation that her sister had finally found her clit, was too practically for her. She let out a long moan as her own pussy exploded into the face of her youthful sister.

As they came, Ria felt the young dead body writhing below her. Cum was gushing like a two headed jet 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 sisters cumming to each other. What could be better ?

As the similitude orgasms subsided, Ria raised herself, kicking the exhausted Neha off Mangala. Neha rolled off, lying beside her sister, moaning softly. Mangala, however, was aware of what Ria was up to. A minute later, she was slowly crawling up into a kneel military position, as Ria returned from her bag with two collars. She held them out to the erstwhile 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 other one as well. Mangala realized what it meant.

Taking it, she crawled over to Neha, bending over her. She helped the exhausted girl onto her haunches, seeing the tone of fuddle luxuria in her grimace. Trying to smile as best as she could, she reached out and held the collar before Neha 's middle. Behind her, a vocalism came `` WIth proper observance 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 name ? `` Ne ... neha ''

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

Confusion increased on the young woman 's face. Mangala held the tag close to the young woman 's eyes, remembering well the day, just after the consequence had announced that Mangala had topped the year, when her own `` ceremony '' had taken place, her gold medal being stuffed up her ass in the process. Neha took her fourth dimension to read it `` Fuckbunny ? '' SHe looked with renewed muddiness at her sister. Mangala nodded as she pushed back Neha 's hair, fastening the catch round her slender neck `` Fuckbunny ''.

Before Neha could digest this variety, Ria was fastening concatenation to the band dangling from the two arrest. side by side moment, she found herself trying to get up on her legs, but was motioned to stay on all fours by her babe. As Ria began to extend them out of the cabin and into the corridor, she finally realized her plight - she was now Cumbitch 's sis, Fuckbunny. As she looked at Mangala crawling beside her, she wondered what all she would feature to bear in her new avatar. But before she could do so, her eyes fell on the two flesh bags hanging from Mangala 's chest. Somewhere, in some different world, she may get been horrified by the thought of being carnally attracted to her own baby. But in this present globe, where she had just had sex with her, and been turned into a fuckpet for the girl who owned her sis, nil seemed coherent 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 gripe sister, sucking away at those melons. Sighing, she watched for a moment, then tugged both leashes hard. Both girls gagged, before separating, and crawling back into position. Smiling, she turned around again, but only to discover the ticket checker standing before her.

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

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

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

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

( may be continued )
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( written by Pandorius999 )

All fictional character in this tarradiddle, as well as all venue and the plot, are completely fabricated. Any resemblance is purely coincidental.

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