Marie 's subservient year
Week 18.3 - Wednesday, Luzhi to Beijing - beginning the head trip to Ukrayina

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warning and DISCLAIMER : This story outlines the travels of a middle-aged married woman who decided to spent a twelvemonth exploring her long-repressed submissive side of meat. Her husband and her best friend study her to the worst kinds of depravities during a year-old external junket. If you do n't like that kind of affair, please go read something else and do n't leave feedback here about how horrible and disgusting the story is. It 's fiction and it 's supposed to be.
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Gregor leaned over Marie and gently pushed the whisker back off of her frontal bone. At the touch of finger on her skin, Marie 's manus reached up and her sassing parted in a tight O. She found Gregor 's leg and slid her hand up his pelvic arch and across the nominal head of his pants, making a bee-line for his zipper.

'' Amazing ! '' he said with a big grin. `` She does it completely by inherent aptitude now, does n't she ? '' He brushed her script away and stepped back from the bed. Marie closed her mouth and her men slid down between her legs and she start rubbing herself. She had n't opened her centre through any of it.

Lora turned to King John. `` Should we lay off her ? '' Saint John the Apostle shook his chief. `` No. We 've got another 30 minutes until Mei brings the death grouping. Let 's let her relish herself a little bit. '' He got up and walked over to the dirty bed, leaned forward and kissed his wife 's forehead. She opened her eyes slightly, the opium keeping her in its own sleepy public. She saw toilet and whispered. `` Kiss me. '' John pressed his lips to hers and she opened up. His tongue touched hers and her body stiffened as she came. Gospel According to John ran his hired hand over his wife 's belly, sliding from a patch of dried cum to a diminished kitty that was still weaken. He felt his cock getting hard. He looked at Lora, sitting at the table negotiating with Gregor. She was wearing an ankle-length skintight clothes that showed off every curve. He was going to savor fucking her later, while his wife was servicing the last dozen men Mei was bringing. After that, Marie would be turned over to Gregor and they 'd leave Luzhi, probably forever.

'' I want her on the capital of Red China gearing at exactly twelve-thirty, is that clear ? '' Gregor said to Lora. `` I 've paid them off and paid them well but they can only anticipate a ten minute window. ``

'' I understand. I am fully capable of… ''

'' You understand that not only will you not be paid, but I will arrive after you. I have already spent more than five thousand Euro 's arranging things. And you have the ten thousand US dollars repository. ``

'' Yes, half of our agreed upon damage. There is no need to jeopardize me, Gregor, we are both profiting from this exchange, '' Lora said, struggling to keep her equanimity.

Gregor stood up and buttoned his made-to-order crown. `` And we are agreed that her last STD will be at ten o'clock this morning ? ``

Lora nodded.

'' Good. Then I have zippo More to say to you until I see you on the power train. '' Gregor got to the threshold just as Mei was arriving with Marie 's last group of Asian client. Lora looked at her ticker. If they fucked her an average of ten minutes each, she would be done in just over two and a one-half hours. That left them plenty of time to wash and plume her and get her to the string station.

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Lora handed the slate agent the letter from Gregor. He read it, looked over her shoulder at Marie and smiled. He snapped his fingers and two hospital attendant came running. `` Bring ma'am to Mr. Gregor 's car. Use wheelchair, she not stabilize. '' They helped her into the chair, her big consistence limp and hard to handle. She smiled at them, licked her back talk and slid her men slowly up her legs, knee to second joint. They forced themselves to ignore her.

The ticket factor walked with them the length of the train. Gregor 's car was third base to the death. He kept looking up and down the political program, hurrying the men along, well cognisant that discovery would signify amercement, punishment and the confiscation of his human cargo. Gregor was known to the Chinese government and it would not do the be found helping him with one of his adventures.

The lift brought the wheelchair up and they rolled her in. Gregor 's car was luxurioius. The first third of the car was a tall-ceilinged way done up in leather and rich, dark brown forest. The furniture was leather and steel, the lamps graceful and the floor carpeted with thick, tan plush. It smelled of opulence, expensive wine and cigars and musk.

There was a with child safe at the other end of the room, set off by two life-size carving of naked women. The women were facing the walls, their arms stretched straight above their head, wrists manacled so their medal were flavorless. Their legs were open shoulder width, their ankles shacked as well, but mellow, keeping them on the balls of their feet.

'' bathroom, you 're staring, '' Lora teased. He felt his dick stiffen just looking at them. So suggestive. He pictured Marie in that position, turned to reckon her. She was staring too. Very intently.

At exactly twelve-thirty, Gregor entered. He was dressed as usual in an expensively bespoke Zane Grey cause with Joseph Black skid and various Au bracelets.

'' The train leaves in exactly ten mo. That gives me just a piffling meter to show you around. '' He waved the ticket federal agent and the orderlies away, handing each of them a stack of currency. They bowed and scraped their way out of the car.

Gregor wheeled Marie across the elbow room. He looked at St. John. `` Your married woman will spend the first two Day of her withdrawal here in this room. ''

Marie looked up dumbly at John. She was still richly from the ten o'clock Venus's curse but she knew enough to be anxious. `` John ? '' John the Evangelist leaned down and kissed her. She leaned forward and opened her mouth, tongue darting out automatically but he pulled back. `` It was just a kiss, dear. ``

Lora was leaning closer, looking at one of the statues. `` It 's respiration, '' she said in awe.

'' Yes. They 're real, '' Gregor said disinterestedly. He leaned over and turned the tumbler on the big compounding lock. ``

Lora sucked in her breathing space. `` veridical ? What do you mean existent ? '' She waved her hand in front of the statue 's face. It 's eyes blinked.

Gregor pushed the door open. `` They 're cleaning lady who 've outlived their usefulness to me. But they bodies were so amazing - flavour at them, am I right ? - that I wanted to keep them around to admire. So, I had them encased in these body courtship you see. They can respire, see, try, even feel. Twice a day they are taken down and fed and their. .. early bodily single-valued function. .. are distribute with. ``

Lora ran her hand down the front line of the woman 's consistence and the statue trembled.

'' They have some cold-shoulder ability to make a motion. It makes it more interest. ``

Lora slid her hired hand between the cleaning lady 's leg and felt warm flesh. The kit was ingeniously designed so the openings were feathered smoothly to the hide, it was barely noticeable. She felt the clitoris growing beneath her finger and the short matter began sucking in breathing space in short, ready puff.

'' The outfit do n't have much stretch in the diaphragm, so being sexually aroused is quite unpleasant. One contribution of their organic structure craves it, but the quietus of their body knows it is n't a in force thought. ``

Lora withdrew her hand and watched fascinated as the charwoman 's breath slowed back to normal. But, Lora noticed that split were rolling down her cheeks.

'' It 's quite cross for them. ``

He wheeled Marie into the following room.

'' How long have they been there ? '' Gospel According to John asked, hypnotized.

'' The one on the rightfield, eight months. ``

'' That 's terrible, '' Lora groaned.

'' The one on the left - the one you teased - is going on four long time. Her body hardly shows it, does it ? '' He closed the door behind them.

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Marie recognized the room immediately - it was a painfulness Room, like in the other cities. But this metre on rails. She looked at Lora and John then at Gregor. Even through her opium haze, it was all very clear. Without waiting for anyone to speak, she stood up and dropped to her knee joint in front of Gregor. She spread her knee and laced her finger behind her neck opening, leaning back slightly so her titties were lunge forward.

'' This one 's pussy is hungry, hungry for dildoes and fingers and fist. '' Lora smiled with satisfaction. Marie was repeating her education litany without even being asked. `` It 's cunt is for abuse. And its motherfucker and rectum are for fucking. Its anus is for sucking putz and its backtalk is there only to make men happy. ``

As she 'd done so many times before, Marie shifted slightly, unzipping her top and pulling the cloth back to let out her naked tits. `` Its flesh is to beat. Its tongue is for cleaning cunts and assholes. Its judgement is for turpitude and its entire cause for being is as an object of pleasance. '' She raised her eyes and looked directly at Gregor. `` You may use me any way you like. ``

'' arrest like that, '' he said calmly, then turned and walked back into the other room. Lora and St. John followed him. Gregor pulled the door closed and spun the combination lock.

'' The backdown wo n't begin right away. Right now, she 's still feeling the effects of the cobbler's last dose. Would you like lunch ? ``

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Marie 's thighs and calf were sore and starting to shake, her knees shooting jolts of botheration down to her ankle and up her spinal column. She tried hard not to search up at the clock but failed. Two and a half hours already. She 'd fallen over three times as the train went around breaking ball at mismatched swiftness, always returning as close as she could to the exact same position. She was hungry, athirst, and beginning to want another pipe.

Her head was coming out of the opium fog and she tried to count on out what was going on. Why would John fetch her to this elbow room and then just leave her. It was n't the initiative time he 'd done something strange over the hold out 18 weeks, but this felt different. She could n't recall, the drugs had addled her brain. But something was dissimilar. Maybe it was the change from the vividness of the fucking in chinaware, the opium-fueled gang kick Roger Sessions, the assumption that her mouth, cunt and ass would be stuffed with something 24 hour a day. And now, this. She was alone on her articulatio genus in a bother Room on a moving train.

And the need for the poppy was getting potent. It was n't on her, but she felt it 's presence.

The string slowed to a catch and she fell over as the pairing jerked against each other. She got back up and looked. Four hours and twenty transactions. Her peg were in torture now and she was crying. She wanted to lean back on her dog or even lay down but she knew better. Her tummy was starting to churn and she needed to pee. She could n't remember the final clip she 'd eat on, the last time she 'd wanted to eat. But her throat was parched. After a few transactions, the train jerked and started moving again.

Marie heard the room access behind her out-of-doors. Then, muffled voice and 'oohs'and 'aahhs'. She did n't dare move around around to see who it was but felt their heart on her. After a few bit, they started moving. A parade of a dozen men and women went by, looking down at her as they passed, then vanishing through the door at the far end of the car. One of the younger women touched her and she and her companion giggled.

five hours into the drive, she could n't take it anymore and settled back on her blackguard. Her elbow were sagging, capitulum leaning forward, prickle curling. She felt the dehydrated tears down her cheeks and neck and started crying again. The pain in her bladder was acute now and she wondered how farsighted she could resist the urge to wet the carpet.

The room access opened again. This prison term, somebody came up behind her and wrapped a blindfold around her heart. Hands underneath her arms raised her to standing but she collapsed immediately. They lifted her up again, then a tierce time until she could stand on her own, gasping loudly and crying from the pain in her knees. The manpower undressed her and then it was quiet for a longsighted time. She stood naked with her limb at her sides, blindfolded and wondering. Was it one person ? Maybe three : Gregor, Lora, and John ? Or was a whole crowd standing staring at her - the tweed American prostitute who 'd been fucking like an animal from Shanghai to Luzhi to Beijing ?

Marie felt the coldness edge of a alloy bucket pressed between her thighs. Without any hesitation, she squatted slightly and released a powerful flow of urine. Realizing how easily she 'd given in, she started to cry again, listening to the weewee bubble, feeling drops of it splash back along the insides of her thighs. When she was done, she felt person wipe her and whispered, `` thank you. '' There was laugh in the room, many hoi polloi. She felt herself sinking in shame.

She felt an iron shoe collar wrapped around her neck opening and padlocked shut. It was heavy and cold and she leaned forward. Another was wrapped around her waist, then her wrist and ankles. She could n't think being manacled like this before. The iron was heavy and she felt humiliated for some intellect. She recalled pictures of slaves on ships, brought from Africa or China or India. She wondered who was in the elbow room, turning her into a caricature of that prison term ? She heard range of mountains rattling, then being pulled through rings in the manacles, ankle to ankle, cervix to wrists, carpus to waist, until finally she could n't narrate where all they 'd tear the chains. But she knew they were heavy, very lumbering, and she would n't be able to stomach long weighted down like this.

Someone pulled her chief back and she felt alloy pressing against her septum. She jerked her head back then, scared, afraid they were going to thrust her like an creature. respective hands immediately grabbed her heading and held her steady and the pressure was back. They did n't thrust her, but attached a spring-loaded nose-ring. The natural spring was right and the iron was heavy, she wondered if an actual piercing might be LE painful.

Something was attached to each of her nipples, something that clamped slowly into place at the base of operations of her big, moody mamilla, smashing them hard, the nipple themselves protruding inches from her titties. She felt more chains now, lighter, connecting the nose-ring to the nipple clinch. Heavier chains went from the tit clamps to her articulatio radiocarpea shackles.

She tried to whisper `` pee '' but her throat was too dry for even that. The pain in her stomach was potent now and she was starting to feel achey in her arms and pegleg. individual 's hand slid beneath the book binding of her Fe belt and they began walking her from one end of the car to the other. The smoothing iron chafed her figure and the weight unit of the concatenation made it unvoiced to walk.

After three or four trips through the car, her leader pushed her to her knee joint. Marie heard the voice say `` you drink ''. It was Mei, the one who 'd done nearly of the pimping during their last slip. Mei pushed Marie 'd head down. Marie felt her nose and lips have-to doe with water. A dog bowl ! She pushed her side into the water and drank and drank. After that, Mei pushed her question sideways and she smelled something awful. She gagged and started to pull her caput back but stopped. She knew the secret plan. It was eat this or nothing. She held her hint and plunged into the bowlful of whatever it was. It was hard to get down, she felt long, slimy turn and laborious chunks and what must have been rotted vegetables. She told herself that as long as she held her breath, she could get through it, but when something she took into her oral fissure started moving, she puked it all back up.

cry again, she lifted her header up and turned toward Mei 's part. `` Yong ? Yong ? Fei ? '' she whispered. `` You ask trashy, '' Mei said, pulling her pilus and turning her back toward the rest of the room. Marie repeated the words she 'd learned to use when asking for the pipe. The crowd again laughed.

'' No, my lamb. No tube for you. '' It was Gregor. He helped her to her feet, the weightiness of the chain of mountains making it unmanageable for her to get her balance. Gregor reached around and undid the blindfold. `` No more piping for you. You are going to get all cleaned up. Be a full American wife again. '' He turned to the bunch in the way. `` Is n't that what you all want ? A good American language married woman ? Is n't that what you all came here to fuck ? ``

Marie did a quick count - twenty dollar bill two, eighteen men and four fair sex. Only about one-half of them Asian, the others Indian or Pakistani. All shabbily dressed, all staring and laughing.

'' I tell you about range now, '' Mei said in a tour-guide kind of voice. `` Everyone Gregor bring on geartrain have family who taken to America. Long time back, on big ships. ``

Gregor stepped forward and took Marie 's chin in his script, tilting her head back. She felt dizzy and nearly fell over. She was getting a headache.

'' And I have invited them to feature a piddling party with you. You will be the stand in for the American slave master. ``

'' But, no, but, I… '' Marie started blubbering but Gregor put his finger to her lips.

'' Oh, nothing will happen for another day or so. You have something else to occupy about right now. '' Marie stared at him, his big grin was terrifying. He motioned to the others and they filed out of the room, only Mei stood behind. She refilled the bowls, one with water and one with a foul miscellanea out of a one-quart bottleful. Marie watched the control surface of the bowl. Something was moving underneath the thick gruel. She gagged again.

Mei went to the far end of the car and settled onto a modest pillow, curled up and went to sleep. Marie knelt back down and drank more of the H2O. Her stomach was in nuisance now and it was n't because she was athirst. She felt her nose starting to run and the headache was getting worse. She sniffed hard but the dribble started again. She shuffled back to the middle of the car and laid on her side, trying to get comfortable. It was unsufferable. Between the belt around her shank and the taking into custody around her neck, something was always digging into her.

She found the most well-to-do position potential by half-leaning against the wall. Her legs were sore but she could n't manage to restrain them still. She tried to sleep but the concern prevented it.

Marie looked up at the clock. Six-thirty. Her body would n't remain still. She needed another bowl of opium, that would do it. Maybe she could entice Mei to institute her some. But Mei was asleep. If she woke her, she 'd be raging. So, she waited. Six-forty. Six-fifty. Marie felt like she wanted to thrust up, something was damage. By seven, she was starting to sweat and the headache was throbbing. She squeezed her heart shut, opened them as wide-cut as she could, back and Forth, trying to fight the pain. Then it stopped. But, her cubitus and knee - all of her join - were aching now. She shook her head. She 'd have to awaken Mei. Opium would help.

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At eight, Marie opened her eyes and found Gregor just inches from her face.

'' How are we feeling ? '' he whispered, a big, malefic grin on his face.

'' H..horrible, '' Marie stammered. It was lawful. Every part of her consistence ached now, like she had a bad flu.

'' This is just the first, '' Gregor said. She saw his hand stroking her pilus but all she felt was pain. `` Get her in the harness, '' he said. Marie 's head started to Sudanese pound again. She felt hand lifting her and turning her over, carrying her into the middle of the car, attaching her shackled body to chains that hung from the ceiling.

Gregor stood between her lawless legs and unzipped his pants. He rubbed his shaft hard and shoved it into her cunt. She felt it sliding thick inside her and her belly churned and spasmed. As he fucked her, she leaned her brain back and dry-heaved respective times.

'' Ah, yes ! You squeeze your bitch when you do that, do it again, '' Gregor moaned. Marie could n't sharpen, did n't know what was going on, only that her dead body harm everywhere and this man was fucking her. `` help her along, '' he said to Mei. Mei pulled Marie 's heading back and slid two finger's breadth between her lips, pushing them deep into the rachis of her throat, gagging her. Marie retched again and Gregor grunted his appreciation.

When he came, he pulled out his turncock and hurried to the threshold, `` I have to save this down, '' he said and vanished.

'' Let her down, '' Mei said to the men. `` She need water again. ``

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It went on like that, once an hour, from eight until one. Gregor brought Gospel According to John in for the ten o'clock ass, told him how much he loved his wife 's pussycat and that the former detachment roll in the hay were certainly worth the money. He could n't waitress until she was deeper into it, in a day or two.

Just before two in the morning, the train pulled into Beijing. Marie was suspended upside down in her mountain range and dozens of passenger were treated to the sight as they walked from one end of the railroad train to the early. Some stopped for ready pic, others pushed fingers or small soda nursing bottle into Marie 's splayed and inviting cunt. Gregor was nowhere to be seen. The authorization were certain it was his car and his appearance but they 'd been paid to turn a blind eye. As long as he did n't express up, they would argue, there was not much they could do anyway. The women involved always reported they were there voluntarily. cypher ever pressed charges.

At two o'clock exactly, the train pulled out of Beijing station.

The journey continued .