Marie 's subservient class
week 18.3 - Wednesday, Luzhi to Beijing - beginning the trip to Ukraine

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word of advice and disavowal : This story outlines the travels of a middle-aged married woman who decided to spend a year exploring her long-repressed subservient slope. Her husband and her beneficial protagonist subject her to the worst variety of depravities during a year-old international pleasure trip. If you do n't care that kind of matter, please go read something else and do n't leave feedback here about how horrible and disgusting the narration 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 forehead. At the touch sensation of digit on her tegument, Marie 's hands reached up and her lips parted in a wet O. She found Gregor 's leg and slid her deal up his pelvis and across the front line of his knickers, making a bee-line for his zipper.

'' Amazing ! '' he said with a big grinning. `` 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 back talk and her helping hand slid down between her stage and she start rubbing herself. She had n't opened her eyes through any of it.

Lora turned to john. `` Should we discontinue her ? '' John Lackland shook his caput. `` No. We 've got another half-hour until Mei brings the last group. Let 's let her savour 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 centre slightly, the opium keeping her in its own sleepy worldly concern. She saw King John and whispered. `` candy kiss me. '' John pressed his lips to hers and she opened up. His glossa touched hers and her body stiffened as she came. John ran his hands over his wife 's belly, sliding from a patch of dry out cum to a pocket-sized pool that was still tone down. He felt his cock getting hard. He looked at Lora, sitting at the mesa negotiating with Gregor. She was wearing an ankle-length skintight garb that showed off every breaking ball. He was going to enjoy fucking her later, while his married woman was servicing the last XII men Mei was bringing. After that, Marie would be turned over to Gregor and they 'd go out Luzhi, probably forever.

'' I want her on the Beijing train at exactly twelve-thirty, is that crystalise ? '' Gregor said to Lora. `` I 've paid them off and paid them well but they can only assure a ten minute window. ``

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

'' You understand that not only will you not be paid, but I will follow after you. I have already spent More than five thousand Euro 's transcription things. And you have the ten thousand US dollars deposit. ``

'' Yes, half of our agreed upon Mary Leontyne Price. There is no need to threaten me, Gregor, we are both profiting from this exchange, '' Lora said, struggling to save her calm.

Gregor stood up and buttoned his trim jacket. `` And we are in agreement that her last dose will be at ten o'clock this morning ? ``

Lora nodded.

'' Good. Then I have zip 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 customer. Lora looked at her watch. If they fucked her an average of ten minutes each, she would be done in just over two and a half hours. That left them plenty of clock time to wash and dress her and get her to the railroad train station.

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Lora handed the ticket agent the varsity letter from Gregor. He read it, looked over her berm at Marie and smiled. He snapped his finger and two orderlies came running. `` Bring lady to Mr. Gregor 's car. Use wheelchair, she not steady. '' They helped her into the chair, her big body limp and hard to handle. She smiled at them, licked her lips and slid her bridge player slowly up her legs, stifle to thighs. They forced themselves to ignore her.

The tag agent walked with them the distance of the power train. Gregor 's car was third to the close. He kept looking up and down the platform, hurrying the men along, well cognizant that find would mean fine, punishment and the arrogation of his human freight. 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 room done up in leather and copious, dark chocolate-brown wood. The furniture was leather and steel, the lamps elegant and the trading floor carpeted with midst, tan plush. It smelled of opulence, expensive wine-colored and cigars and musk.

There was a great safe at the early end of the room, set off by two life-size sculptures of naked women. The women were facing the wall, their arms stretched straight above their head, wrists manacled so their decoration were bland. Their legs were open shoulder width, their ankle shacked as well, but higher, keeping them on the ball of their feet.

'' John, you 're staring, '' Lora teased. He felt his prick stiffen just looking at them. So indicatory. He pictured Marie in that location, turned to reckon her. She was staring too. Very intently.

At exactly twelve-thirty, Gregor entered. He was dressed as usual in an expensively tailored grey suit with Shirley Temple Black shoe and several gold bracelets.

'' The wagon train leaves in exactly ten minutes. That gives me just a little time to show you around. '' He waved the ticket agent and the orderly 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 John. `` Your wife will spend the first two days of her coitus interruptus here in this room. ''

Marie looked up dumbly at John. She was still high from the ten o'clock dose but she knew enough to be anxious. `` John ? '' John Lackland leaned down and kissed her. She leaned forward and opened her mouth, tongue darting out automatically but he pulled back. `` It was just a buss, love. ``

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

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

Lora sucked in her breathing space. `` literal ? What do you mean real ? '' She waved her hand in front line of the statue 's nerve. It 's heart blinked.

Gregor pushed the door open up. `` They 're women who 've outlived their utility to me. But they consistence were so amazing - looking at at them, am I right ? - that I wanted to keep them around to admire. So, I had them encased in these torso suit of clothes you see. They can breathe, see, hear, even palpate. Twice a day they are taken down and fed and their. .. other bodily functions. .. are dealt with. ``

Lora ran her hired hand down the front of the woman 's consistency and the statue trembled.

'' They have some slender ability to motivate. It makes it more interesting. ``

Lora slid her hired man between the fair sex 's legs and felt warm flesh. The outfit was ingeniously designed so the opening move were feathered smoothly to the skin, it was barely obtrusive. She felt the clitoris growing beneath her finger and the pitiful thing began sucking in breath in short, fast puff.

'' The kit do n't have a good deal stretching in the diaphragm, so being sexually aroused is quite unpleasant. One part of their body craves it, but the remainder of their consistence knows it is n't a good idea. ``

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

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

He wheeled Marie into the next room.

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

'' The one on the right hand, eight calendar month. ``

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

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

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Marie recognized the room immediately - it was a Pain way, like in the other cities. But this clock time on runway. She looked at Lora and John then at Gregor. Even through her opium haze, it was all very realize. Without waiting for anyone to speak, she stood up and dropped to her knees in front of Gregor. She spread her human knee and laced her fingers behind her neck, leaning back slightly so her titties were thrust forward.

'' This one 's puss is thirsty, hungry for dildoes and digit and clenched fist. '' Lora smiled with gratification. Marie was repeating her grooming Litany without even being asked. `` It 's cunt is for ill-usage. And its asshole and rectum are for fucking. Its anus is for sucking hammer and its mouth is there only to make men felicitous. ``

As she 'd done so many fourth dimension before, Marie shifted slightly, unzipping her top and pulling the material back to expose her naked tit. `` Its build is to circumvent. Its glossa is for cleaning puss and shit. Its mind is for depravity and its entire reasonableness for being is as an physical object of delight. '' She raised her eyes 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 elbow room. Lora and John followed him. Gregor pulled the door closed and spun the combination lock.

'' The withdrawal wo n't begin right away. Right now, she 's still feeling the effects of the death Lucy in the sky with diamonds. Would you like tiffin ? ``

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Marie 's second joint and calfskin were sore and starting to shake, her knees shooting jolt of bother down to her mortise joint and up her spinal column. She tried hard not to look up at the clock but failed. Two and a one-half time of day already. She 'd fallen over three sentence as the train went around curvature at uneven speeds, always returning as close as she could to the claim Saami position. She was hungry, athirst, and beginning to want another pipe.

Her mind was coming out of the opium haze and she tried to compute out what was going on. Why would St. John bring her to this elbow room and then just leave her. It was n't the first-class honours degree time he 'd done something strange over the last 18 weeks, but this felt different. She could n't recall, the drugs had addled her mentality. But something was dissimilar. Maybe it was the change from the intensity of the shag in Republic of China, the opium-fueled ring flush Roger Sessions, the premise that her mouth, cunt and ass would be stuffed with something 24 minute a day. And now, this. She was alone on her human knee in a pain in the neck Room on a moving train.

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

The train slowed to a stop and she fell over as the union jerked against each former. She got back up and looked. Four hours and XX minute of arc. Her stage were in torment now and she was crying. She wanted to tip back on her hound or even lay down but she knew better. Her stomach was starting to churn and she needed to pee. She could n't retrieve the in conclusion time she 'd rust, the last prison term she 'd wanted to eat. But her throat was parched. After a few bit, the train jerked and started moving again.

Marie heard the door behind her capable. Then, muffled interpreter and 'oohs'and 'aahhs'. She did n't dare turn around to see who it was but felt their oculus on her. After a few moments, 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 unseasoned women touched her and she and her companion giggled.

Five hours into the ride, she could n't take it anymore and settled back on her heel. Her articulatio cubiti were sagging, principal leaning forward, spine curling. She felt the dry out rip down her face and neck and started crying again. The pain in her bladder was intense now and she wondered how long she could reject the urge to wet the carpet.

The door opened again. This time, someone came up behind her and wrapped a blindfold around her eyes. 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 workforce undressed her and then it was quiet for a longsighted meter. She stood naked with her arms at her sides, blindfolded and wondering. Was it one person ? Maybe three : Gregor, Lora, and John ? Or was a solid crowd standing staring at her - the livid American whore who 'd been fucking like an animal from Shanghai to Luzhi to Beijing ?

Marie felt the moth-eaten edge of a metallic element bucket pressed between her thighs. Without any hesitation, she squatted slightly and released a powerful current of piss. Realizing how easily she 'd given in, she started to cry again, listening to the piss bubble, feeling drops of it splash back along the insides of her thigh. When she was done, she felt mortal rub her and whispered, `` thank you. '' There was laughter in the way, many people. She felt herself sinking in shame.

She felt an iron collar wrapped around her neck and padlocked shut. It was dense and low temperature and she leaned forward. Another was wrapped around her waist, then her wrists and ankles. She could n't retrieve being manacled like this before. The smoothing iron was heavy and she felt humiliated for some reasonableness. She recalled delineation of hard worker on ships, brought from Africa or Cathay or Republic of India. She wondered who was in the room, turning her into a caricature of that time ? She heard chemical chain rattling, then being pulled through rings in the manacles, ankle to ankle, neck to wrist joint, wrists to waist, until finally she could n't tell where all they 'd tear the chains. But she knew they were lowering, very large, and she would n't be able to stand up long weight down like this.

someone pulled her brain back and she felt metallic press against her septum. She jerked her brain back then, scared, afraid they were going to pierce her like an animal. several hands immediately grabbed her head and held her steady and the pressure was back. They did n't pierce her, but attached a spring-loaded nose-ring. The spring was knock-down and the iron was heavy, she wondered if an literal piercing might be to a lesser extent painful.

Something was attached to each of her mammilla, something that clamped slowly into place at the foot of her big, dark mammilla, smashing them intemperate, the mammilla themselves protruding inch from her titties. She felt more chains now, light-colored, connecting the nose-ring to the nipple clamps. Heavier concatenation went from the tit clamp to her wrist joint shackles.

She tried to whisper `` pee '' but her pharynx was too dry for even that. The painfulness in her stomach was strong now and she was starting to finger achey in her limb and stage. Someone 's hand slid beneath the back of her iron belt and they began walking her from one end of the car to the other. The iron chafed her flesh and the weightiness of the mountain chain made it hard to walk.

After three or four trips through the car, her drawing card pushed her to her knee joint. Marie heard the voice say `` you drink ''. It was Mei, the one who 'd done most of the pimping during their close trip. Mei pushed Marie 'd head down. Marie felt her nose and lips touch water. A dog bowl ! She pushed her face into the water and drank and drank. After that, Mei pushed her oral sex sideways and she smelled something awful. She gagged and started to pull her forefront back but stopped. She knew the game. It was eat this or cipher. She held her breather and plunged into the bowl of whatever it was. It was hard to get down, she felt long, wretched turn and firmly lump and what must have been shitty vegetables. She told herself that as long as she held her breathing space, she could get through it, but when something she took into her mouthpiece started moving, she puked it all back up.

call again, she lifted her brain up and turned toward Mei 's phonation. `` Yong ? Yong ? Fei ? '' she whispered. `` You ask louder, '' Mei said, pulling her hair and turning her back toward the rest of the way. Marie repeated the words she 'd learned to use when asking for the piping. The crowd again laughed.

'' No, my love. No pipe for you. '' It was Gregor. He helped her to her human foot, the weight of the range making it difficult for her to get her proportionality. Gregor reached around and undid the blindfold. `` No more tobacco pipe for you. You are going to get all cleaned up. Be a effective American wife again. '' He turned to the crowd in the way. `` 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 - XX two, eighteen men and four womanhood. Only about half of them Asiatic, the others Indian or Pakistani. All shabbily dressed, all staring and laughing.

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

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

'' And I have invited them to let a little party with you. You will be the base in for the American hard worker overlord. ``

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

'' Oh, zip will happen for another day or so. You have something else to worry 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 bowls, one with piss and one with a congest mixture out of a one-quart bottle. Marie watched the surface of the pipe bowl. Something was moving underneath the heavyset gruel. She gagged again.

Mei went to the far end of the car and settled onto a small pillow, curled up and went to sleep. Marie knelt back down and toast more of the urine. Her stomach was in infliction now and it was n't because she was hungry. She felt her nose starting to run and the headache 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 easy. It was impossible. Between the whack around her waist and the collar around her neck, something was always digging into her.

She found the most comfortable position possible by half-leaning against the wall. Her branch were sore but she could n't deal to retain them still. She tried to sleep but the headache prevented it.

Marie looked up at the clock. Six-thirty. Her body would n't stay on still. She needed another bowling ball 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 tempestuous. So, she waited. Six-forty. Six-fifty. Marie felt like she wanted to throw up, something was wrong. By seven, she was starting to sweat and the headache was throbbing. She squeezed her optic shut, opened them as wide as she could, back and Forth, trying to fight the pain. Then it stopped. But, her elbows and stifle - all of her juncture - were aching now. She shook her headway. She 'd have to wake Mei. Opium would help.

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At eight, Marie opened her eye and found Gregor just inch from her face.

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

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

'' This is just the first, '' Gregor said. She saw his handwriting stroking her haircloth but all she felt was pain. `` Get her in the harness, '' he said. Marie 's head started to Lebanese pound again. She felt bridge player lifting her and turning her over, carrying her into the middle of the car, attaching her shackled consistence to chemical chain that hung from the ceiling.

Gregor stood between her lawless legs and unzipped his trouser. He rubbed his cock hard and shoved it into her cunt. She felt it sliding deeper inside her and her stomach churned and spasmed. As he fucked her, she leaned her header back and dry-heaved various times.

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

When he came, he pulled out his cock 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 pee again. ``

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It went on like that, once an time of day, from eight until one. Gregor bestow whoremaster in for the ten o'clock fuck, told him how much he loved his married woman 's twat and that the former withdrawal ass were certainly worth the money. He could n't expect until she was deeper into it, in a day or two.

Just before two in the forenoon, the train pulled into Beijing. Marie was suspended upside down in her chains and piles of passengers were treated to the sight as they walked from one end of the geartrain to the other. Some stopped for quick photos, others pushed finger's breadth or minor soda bottleful into Marie 's splayed and inviting cunt. Gregor was nowhere to be seen. The authorities were certain it was his car and his display but they 'd been paid to wrick a blind eye. As long as he did n't show up, they would debate, there was not a great deal they could do anyway. The women involved always reported they were there voluntarily. nonentity ever pressed charges.

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

The journeying continued .