Marie 's Submissive year
Week 18.3 - Midweek, Luzhi to Beijing - beginning the trip to Ukraine

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WARNING and DISCLAIMER : This tale outlines the locomotion of a middle-aged wife who decided to expend a yr exploring her long-repressed submissive side. Her husband and her best friend subject her to the worst variety of depravities during a year-old external sashay. If you do n't like that variety of matter, delight go read something else and do n't pull up stakes 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 hair back off of her frontal bone. At the touch of fingers on her tegument, Marie 's hands reached up and her sassing parted in a tight O. She found Gregor 's leg and slid her hands up his pelvis and across the front man of his pants, making a bee-line for his zipper.

'' Amazing ! '' he said with a big grin. `` She does it completely by instinct now, does n't she ? '' He brushed her hand away and stepped back from the bed. Marie closed her oral fissure and her hands slid down between her stage and she start rubbing herself. She had n't opened her eyes through any of it.

Lora turned to St. John. `` Should we stop her ? '' John shook his caput. `` No. We 've got another 30 minutes until Mei brings the utmost group. Let 's let her love 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 world. She saw John and whispered. `` buss me. '' John the Evangelist pressed his lip to hers and she opened up. His spit touched hers and her body stiffened as she came. John ran his mitt over his wife 's belly, sliding from a patch of dried cum to a minuscule consortium that was still deaden. He felt his pecker getting hard. He looked at Lora, sitting at the mesa negotiating with Gregor. She was wearing an ankle-length skintight apparel that showed off every curved shape. He was going to relish 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 Beijing power train at exactly twelve-thirty, is that readable ? '' Gregor said to Lora. `` I 've paid them off and paid them well but they can only call a ten minute windowpane. ``

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

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

'' Yes, one-half of our agreed upon price. There is no need to jeopardise me, Gregor, we are both profiting from this exchange, '' Lora said, struggling to proceed her calm.

Gregor stood up and buttoned his tailored jacket. `` And we are agreed that her last dose will be at ten o'clock this sunrise ? ``

Lora nodded.

'' Good. Then I have cipher Thomas More to say to you until I see you on the train. '' Gregor got to the door just as Mei was arriving with Marie 's last group of Asiatic customers. Lora looked at her watch. If they fucked her an norm of ten minutes each, she would be done in just over two and a half hour. That left them mickle of time to lave and curry her and get her to the railroad train station.

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Lora handed the ticket agent the alphabetic character from Gregor. He read it, looked over her shoulder at Marie and smiled. He snapped his fingers and two orderlies came running. `` Bring ma'am to Mr. Gregor 's car. Use wheelchair, she not steady. '' They helped her into the professorship, her big body limp and hard to handle. She smiled at them, licked her lips and slid her paw slowly up her legs, stifle to thigh. They forced themselves to ignore her.

The ticket agent walked with them the duration of the train. Gregor 's car was 3rd to the last. He kept looking up and down the weapons platform, hurrying the men along, well mindful that breakthrough would mean fines, penalty and the confiscation of his human payload. Gregor was known to the Taiwanese authorities and it would not do the be found helping him with one of his adventures.

The rhytidoplasty brought the wheelchair up and they rolled her in. Gregor 's car was luxurioius. The first third of the car was a tall-ceilinged room done up in leather and deep, glowering brown wood. The furniture was leather and brand, the lamps graceful and the floor carpeted with thick, tan plush. It smelled of opulence, expensive wine and cigars and musk.

There was a large condom at the other end of the room, set off by two life-sized carving of naked women. The women were facing the rampart, their coat of arms stretched straight above their forefront, wrists manacled so their palms were flat. Their legs were open shoulder width, their ankles shacked as well, but higher, keeping them on the chunk of their feet.

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

At exactly twelve-thirty, Gregor entered. He was dressed as common in an expensively tailored grey courting with disgraceful horseshoe and several atomic number 79 bracelets.

'' The caravan leaves in exactly ten bit. That gives me just a little time to show you around. '' He waved the ticket agent and the orderlies away, handing each of them a peck of currentness. They bowed and scraped their way out of the car.

Gregor wheeled Marie across the room. He looked at John. `` Your wife will spend the first base two days of her withdrawal here in this room. ''

Marie looked up dumbly at toilet. She was still heights from the ten o'clock VD but she knew enough to be anxious. `` John ? '' John leaned down and kissed her. She leaned forward and opened her mouth, spit darting out automatically but he pulled back. `` It was just a osculation, honey. ``

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

'' Yes. They 're substantial, '' Gregor said disinterestedly. He leaned over and turned the tumbler on the big combination ringlet. ``

Lora sucked in her breath. `` veridical ? What do you signify really ? '' She waved her hired man in front of the statue 's aspect. It 's eyes blinked.

Gregor pushed the door loose. `` They 're women who 've outlived their usefulness to me. But they organic structure were so vex - look at them, am I right ? - that I wanted to retain them around to look up to. So, I had them encased in these soundbox courting you see. They can respire, see, hear, even experience. Twice a day they are taken down and fed and their. .. former bodily functions. .. are contend with. ``

Lora ran her hand down the front line of the cleaning lady 's body and the statue trembled.

'' They have some slender ability to proceed. It makes it more matter to. ``

Lora slid her hand between the adult female 's wooden leg and felt warm physique. The getup was ingeniously designed so the openings were feathered smoothly to the tegument, it was barely noticeable. She felt the clitoris growing beneath her finger and the poor affair began sucking in breathing space in short, quick puff.

'' The outfits do n't have much stretch in the diaphragm, so being sexually aroused is quite unpleasant. One region of their body craves it, but the rest of their physical structure knows it is n't a estimable idea. ``

Lora withdrew her bridge player and watched fascinated as the woman 's breathing time slowed back to formula. But, Lora noticed that tears were rolling down her cheeks.

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

He wheeled Marie into the next room.

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

'' The one on the right field, eight month. ``

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

'' The one on the left - the one you teased - is going on four years. Her eubstance hardly shows it, does it ? '' He closed the room access behind them.

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Marie recognized the room immediately - it was a Pain room, like in the other city. But this meter on rails. She looked at Lora and John Lackland then at Gregor. Even through her opium fog, it was all very exculpated. Without waiting for anyone to talk, she stood up and dropped to her knees in movement of Gregor. She spread her articulatio genus and laced her finger's breadth behind her neck, leaning back slightly so her titties were thrust forward.

'' This one 's cunt is hungry, thirsty for dildoes and fingers and fists. '' Lora smiled with satisfaction. Marie was repeating her training Litany without even being asked. `` It 's twat is for vilification. And its arsehole and rectum are for fucking. Its anus is for sucking peter and its mouth is there only to puddle men happy. ``

As she 'd done so many times before, Marie shifted slightly, unzipping her top and pulling the stuff back to expose her defenseless tits. `` Its flesh is to beat. Its clapper is for cleaning snatch and assholes. Its mind is for turpitude and its entire reason for being is as an object of pleasure. '' She raised her middle and looked directly at Gregor. `` You may use me any way you like. ``

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

'' The climb-down wo n't start out right away. Right now, she 's still feeling the effects of the finale Zen. Would you like lunch ? ``

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Marie 's second joint and calf were sore and starting to throw off, her knees shooting saccade of pain in the ass down to her articulatio talocruralis and up her spinal column. She tried hard not to look up at the clock but failed. Two and a half hours already. She 'd fallen over three times as the train went around curves at uneven speed, always returning as close as she could to the exact same position. She was thirsty, thirsty, and beginning to want another pipe.

Her judgment was coming out of the opium haze and she tried to figure out what was going on. Why would John bring her to this room and then just allow her. It was n't the first time he 'd done something strange over the cobbler's last 18 weeks, but this felt different. She could n't think, the drugs had addled her Einstein. But something was different. Maybe it was the alteration from the intensity of the piece of ass in china, the opium-fueled crew bang seance, the assumption that her back talk, cunt and ass would be stuffed with something 24 hours a day. And now, this. She was alone on her knees in a painful sensation Room on a moving train.

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

The geartrain slowed to a stop and she fell over as the couplings jerked against each other. She got back up and looked. Four hours and 20 minutes. Her legs were in torture now and she was crying. She wanted to lean back on her heel or even lay down but she knew better. Her stomach was starting to churn and she needed to pee. She could n't remember the last time she 'd eaten, the finish time she 'd wanted to eat. But her throat was parched. After a few minutes, the caravan jerked and started moving again.

Marie heard the doorway behind her open. Then, muffled spokesperson and 'oohs'and 'aahhs'. She did n't defy turn around to see who it was but felt their eyes on her. After a few bit, they started moving. A parade of a dozen men and fair sex went by, looking down at her as they passed, then vanishing through the threshold at the far end of the car. One of the younger cleaning woman touched her and she and her comrade giggled.

Five hours into the drive, she could n't drive it anymore and settled back on her heels. Her cubital joint were sagging, head leaning forward, thorn curling. She felt the dried tears down her impudence and cervix and started crying again. The pain in her bladder was acute now and she wondered how long she could defy the impulse to wet the carpet.

The door opened again. This time, someone came up behind her and wrapped a blindfold around her optic. Hands underneath her implements of war raised her to standing but she collapsed immediately. They lifted her up again, then a one-third time until she could bear on her own, gasping loudly and crying from the pain in her human knee. The hands undressed her and then it was tranquillize for a long sentence. She stood naked with her arms at her side of meat, blindfolded and wondering. Was it one mortal ? Maybe three : Gregor, Lora, and John ? Or was a whole crowd standing staring at her - the White American whore who 'd been fucking like an animal from Shanghai to Luzhi to Beijing ?

Marie felt the cold edge of a metal bucket pressed between her thighs. Without any hesitancy, she squatted slightly and released a powerful stream of weewee. Realizing how easily she 'd given in, she started to cry again, listening to the piss bubble, feeling drib of it splash back along the insides of her thighs. When she was done, she felt someone wipe her and whispered, `` thank you. '' There was laughter in the elbow room, many the great unwashed. She felt herself sinking in shame.

She felt an iron catch wrapped around her neck and padlocked shut. It was intemperate and moth-eaten and she leaned forward. Another was wrapped around her waist, then her wrists and ankle. She could n't call up being manacled like this before. The Fe was punishing and she felt humiliated for some grounds. She recalled pictures of striver on ships, brought from Africa or mainland China or India. She wondered who was in the room, turning her into a impersonation of that clip ? She heard chains rattling, then being pulled through hoop in the manacles, ankle to ankle, neck opening to wrists, wrists to waist, until finally she could n't tell apart where all they 'd pulled the chain of mountains. But she knew they were heavy, very heavy, and she would n't be able to endure long weighted down like this.

somebody pulled her head back and she felt metal press against her septum. She jerked her heading back then, scared, afraid they were going to pierce her like an animal. various handwriting immediately grabbed her head and held her steadily and the pressure was back. They did n't pierce her, but attached a spring-loaded nose-ring. The natural spring was knock-down and the Fe was operose, she wondered if an actual piercing might be less painful.

Something was attached to each of her nipples, something that clamped slowly into berth at the home of her big, dark-skinned nipples, smashing them unvoiced, the nipple themselves protruding inches from her titties. She felt more chains now, lighter, connecting the nose-ring to the nipple clamps. Heavier chemical chain went from the nipple clamps to her wrist shackles.

She tried to whisper `` water '' but her throat was too dry for even that. The pain sensation in her stomach was strong now and she was starting to experience achey in her arms and legs. Someone 's mitt slid beneath the back of her smoothing iron bash and they began walking her from one end of the car to the former. The iron chafed her flesh and the weight unit of the chains made it hard to take the air.

After three or four trips through the car, her leader pushed her to her knees. Marie heard the vox say `` you drink ''. It was Mei, the one who 'd done near of the pimping during their last trip. Mei pushed Marie 'd head down. Marie felt her nuzzle and lips tinge water. A dog arena ! She pushed her grimace into the water system and drank and drank. After that, Mei pushed her header sideways and she smelled something awful. She gagged and started to deplume her head back but stopped. She knew the game. It was eat this or nothing. She held her breathing time and plunged into the bowl of whatever it was. It was hard to get down, she felt long, slimy bits and voiceless ball and what must have been icky veggie. She told herself that as long as she held her breathing spell, she could get through it, but when something she took into her sassing started moving, she puked it all back up.

Crying again, she lifted her top dog up and turned toward Mei 's voice. `` Yong ? Yong ? Fei ? '' she whispered. `` You ask cheap, '' Mei said, pulling her tomentum and turning her back toward the rest period of the room. Marie repeated the row she 'd learned to use when asking for the pipe. The crowd again laughed.

'' No, my dear. No pipe for you. '' It was Gregor. He helped her to her foundation, the weight unit of the chains making it difficult for her to get her balance. Gregor reached around and undid the blindfold. `` No more pipe for you. You are going to get all cleaned up. Be a respectable American married woman again. '' He turned to the bunch in the room. `` Is n't that what you all want ? A good American wife ? Is n't that what you all came here to fuck ? ``

Marie did a quick count - twenty two, eighteen men and four woman. Only about half of them Asiatic, the others Indian or Pakistani. All shabbily dressed, all staring and laughing.

'' I tell you about concatenation now, '' Mei said in a tour-guide form of spokesperson. `` Everyone Gregor bring on gear have family who taken to United States. Long time back, on big ships. ``

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

'' And I have invited them to have a little party with you. You will be the stand in for the American slave passe-partout. ``

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

'' Oh, zip will take place for another day or so. You have something else to care about right now. '' Marie stared at him, his big smile was terrifying. He motioned to the others and they filed out of the room, only Mei stood behind. She refilled the bowling ball, one with water and one with a congest mixture out of a one-quart bottle. Marie watched the 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 small pillow, curled up and went to kip. Marie knelt back down and salute more of the water. Her breadbasket was in pain now and it was n't because she was thirsty. She felt her nose starting to run and the worry was getting worse. She sniffed hard but the trickle started again. She shuffled back to the middle of the car and laid on her side, trying to get comfortable. It was inconceivable. Between the belt around her waist and the leash around her neck, something was always digging into her.

She found the most comfortable position possible by half-leaning against the wall. Her peg were sore but she could n't manage to keep on them still. She tried to kip but the worry prevented it.

Marie looked up at the clock. Six-thirty. Her body would n't delay still. She needed another bowl of opium, that would do it. Maybe she could entice Mei to bring her some. But Mei was asleep. If she woke her, she 'd be furious. So, she waited. Six-forty. Six-fifty. Marie felt like she wanted to confuse up, something was legal injury. By seven, she was starting to sweat and the concern was throbbing. She squeezed her middle shut, opened them as all-inclusive as she could, back and Forth River, trying to oppose the pain in the neck. Then it stopped. But, her human elbow and knee - all of her joints - were aching now. She shook her head. She 'd stimulate to awake 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, evil grin on his face.

'' H..horrible, '' Marie stammered. It was straight. Every persona of her body ached now, like she had a bad flu.

'' This is just the beginning, '' Gregor said. She saw his hand stroking her whisker but all she felt was nuisance. `` Get her in the harness, '' he said. Marie 's head started to Cypriot pound again. She felt hired hand lifting her and turning her over, carrying her into the middle of the car, attaching her shackled consistence to range of mountains that hung from the ceiling.

Gregor stood between her wide-open legs and unzipped his pants. He rubbed his rooster hard and shoved it into her cunt. She felt it sliding deeper inside her and her tum churned and spasmed. As he fucked her, she leaned her head back and dry-heaved several times.

'' Ah, yes ! You squeeze your cunt when you do that, do it again, '' Gregor moaned. Marie could n't focus, did n't cognise what was going on, only that her body injury everywhere and this man was fucking her. `` Help her along, '' he said to Mei. Mei pulled Marie 's head back and slid two finger's breadth between her brim, pushing them deep into the rear of her throat, gagging her. Marie retched again and Gregor grunted his appreciation.

When he came, he pulled out his peter and hurried to the door, `` I have to write 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 John in for the ten o'clock fuck, told him how much he loved his wife 's pussy and that the former coitus interruptus fucks 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 good morning, the train pulled into Peking. Marie was suspended upside down in her irons and oodles of passengers were treated to the survey as they walked from one end of the train to the early. Some stopped for quick photos, others pushed digit or minor soda ash bottleful into Marie 's splayed and inviting cunt. Gregor was nowhere to be seen. The authorities were certain it was his car and his show but they 'd been paid to deform a blind eye. As long as he did n't show up, they would debate, there was not lots they could do anyway. The women involved always reported they were there voluntarily. Nobody ever pressed charges.

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

The journey continued .