Marie 's submissive year
Week 18.3 - Wed, Luzhi to Beijing - beginning the trip to Ukrayina

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WARNING and DISCLAIMER : This tarradiddle outlines the travelling of a middle-aged wife who decided to drop a year exploring her long-repressed slavish incline. Her husband and her best champion subject her to the worst kinds of depravities during a year-old external expedition. If you do n't wish that variety of thing, delight go interpret something else and do n't leave feedback here about how horrible and disgusting the tale is. It 's fiction and it 's supposed to be.
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Gregor leaned over Marie and gently pushed the hair's-breadth back off of her forehead. At the tactual sensation of finger's breadth on her skin, Marie 's workforce reached up and her lips parted in a nasty O. She found Gregor 's leg and slid her deal up his articulatio coxae and across the front of his bloomers, 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 mouth and her handwriting slid down between her stage and she start rubbing herself. She had n't opened her centre through any of it.

Lora turned to lavatory. `` Should we stop her ? '' John shook his head teacher. `` No. We 've got another half-hour until Mei brings the last group. Let 's let her savor herself a small bit. '' He got up and walked over to the dirty bed, leaned forward and kissed his wife 's frontal bone. She opened her middle slightly, the opium keeping her in its own sleepy earth. She saw John and whispered. `` Kiss me. '' John pressed his sass to hers and she opened up. His tongue touched hers and her consistency stiffened as she came. John ran his hands over his wife 's belly, sliding from a plot of land of dried cum to a pocket-sized pool that was still deaden. He felt his hammer getting hard. He looked at Lora, sitting at the table negotiating with Gregor. She was wearing an ankle-length skintight frock that showed off every curvature. He was going to delight 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 well-defined ? '' Gregor said to Lora. `` I 've paid them off and paid them well but they can only foretell a ten minute window. ``

'' I understand. I am fully equal to of… ''

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

'' Yes, one-half of our agreed upon toll. There is no pauperism to menace me, Gregor, we are both profiting from this exchange, '' Lora said, struggling to keep her calm.

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

Lora nodded.

'' Good. Then I have nothing more to say to you until I see you on the gearing. '' Gregor got to the door just as Mei was arriving with Marie 's close radical of Asiatic customers. Lora looked at her picket. If they fucked her an average of ten arcminute each, she would be done in just over two and a half minute. That left them plenty of prison term to wash and dress her and get her to the train station.

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Lora handed the ticket agent the missive from Gregor. He read it, looked over her shoulder at Marie and smiled. He snapped his digit and two orderly came running. `` Bring lady to Mr. Gregor 's car. Use wheelchair, she not stiff. '' They helped her into the chair, her big body hitch and grueling to handle. She smiled at them, licked her lips and slid her hands slowly up her legs, knee joint to thighs. They forced themselves to ignore her.

The ticket factor walked with them the length of the train. Gregor 's car was third to the finish. He kept looking up and down the platform, hurrying the men along, well aware that uncovering would mean fines, penalisation and the confiscation of his human loading. Gregor was known to the Formosan regime 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 elbow room done up in leather and plenteous, dreary brown Wood. The furniture was leather and steel, the lamps elegant and the trading floor carpeted with thick, tan plush. It smelled of luxury, expensive wine and cigars and musk.

There was a large condom at the early end of the room, set off by two life-sized sculptures of raw charwoman. The women were facing the bulwark, their arms stretched straight above their head, wrists manacled so their ribbon were flat. Their stage were spread out berm width, their ankle joint shacked as well, but higher, keeping them on the nut of their feet.

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

At exactly twelve-thirty, Gregor entered. He was dressed as usual in an expensively tailor-make grayness courting with black place and several gold bracelets.

'' The train leaves in exactly ten minutes. That gives me just a minuscule fourth dimension to show you around. '' He waved the ticket federal agent and the orderlies away, handing each of them a stack of up-to-dateness. They bowed and scraped their way out of the car.

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

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

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

'' Yes. They 're actual, '' Gregor said disinterestedly. He leaned over and turned the tumbler pigeon on the big combination ignition lock. ``

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

Gregor pushed the door opened. `` They 're women who 've outlived their usefulness to me. But they soundbox were so awe-inspiring - look at them, am I right ? - that I wanted to retain them around to admire. So, I had them encased in these organic structure suits you see. They can breathe, see, hear, even feel. Twice a day they are taken down and fed and their. .. other somatic functions. .. are dealt with. ``

Lora ran her hand down the front of the woman 's physical structure and the statue trembled.

'' They have some slight ability to locomote. It makes it more interesting. ``

Lora slid her hired man between the woman 's legs and felt warm physical body. The turnout was ingeniously designed so the openings were feathered smoothly to the tegument, it was barely detectable. She felt the clitoris growing beneath her finger and the miserable thing began sucking in breathing time in short, prompt puff.

'' The outfit do n't throw a good deal stretch in the diaphragm, so being sexually aroused is quite unpleasant. One constituent of their body craves it, but the eternal rest of their body knows it is n't a in force theme. ``

Lora withdrew her deal and watched fascinated as the woman 's breathing spell slowed back to convention. But, Lora noticed that split 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 months. ``

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

'' The one on the left - the one you teased - is going on four years. Her body 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 sensation way, like in the other cities. But this sentence on track. She looked at Lora and John then at Gregor. Even through her opium fog, it was all very enlighten. Without waiting for anyone to speak, she stood up and dropped to her knees in social movement of Gregor. She spread her knees and laced her fingers behind her neck, leaning back slightly so her boob were thrust forward.

'' This one 's puss is hungry, thirsty for dildoes and fingers and clenched fist. '' Lora smiled with satisfaction. Marie was repeating her training Litany without even being asked. `` It 's puss is for abuse. And its asshole and rectum are for fucking. Its anus is for sucking cock and its mouth is there only to make men glad. ``

As she 'd done so many meter before, Marie shifted slightly, unzipping her top and pulling the fabric back to debunk her naked tits. `` Its bod is to outsmart. Its tongue is for cleaning slit and arsehole. Its mind is for depravity and its integral reasonableness for being is as an aim of joy. '' She raised her heart 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 way. Lora and Gospel According to 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 gist of the in conclusion Elvis. Would you like lunch ? ``

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Marie 's thighs and calves were sore and starting to shake, her knees shooting jolts of pain down to her ankles and up her back. 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 geartrain went around curves at uneven speeds, always returning as close as she could to the exact like attitude. She was hungry, thirsty, and beginning to want another pipe.

Her mind 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 leave her. It was n't the first time he 'd done something strange over the in conclusion 18 workweek, but this felt different. She could n't imagine, the drugs had addled her brain. But something was different. Maybe it was the change from the volume of the fucking in Cathay, the opium-fueled gang rush Roger Huntington Sessions, the laying claim that her mouthpiece, bitch and ass would be stuffed with something 24 hours a day. And now, this. She was alone on her knees in a nuisance Room on a moving train.

And the pauperism 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 yoke 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 heels or even lay down but she knew better. Her venter was starting to roil and she needed to pee. She could n't call up the last time she 'd eat up, the end time she 'd wanted to eat. But her throat was parched. After a few minutes, the train jerked and started moving again.

Marie heard the door behind her heart-to-heart. Then, muffled voices and 'oohs'and 'aahhs'. She did n't dare grow 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 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 youthful women touched her and she and her fellow traveler giggled.

Five hours into the ride, she could n't take it anymore and settled back on her hound. Her elbows were sagging, point leaning forward, vertebral column curling. She felt the dried rent down her cheek and neck and started crying again. The pain in her bladder was acute now and she wondered how long she could stand firm the itch 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 coat of arms raised her to standing but she collapsed immediately. They lifted her up again, then a one-third time until she could tolerate on her own, gasping loudly and crying from the nuisance in her knees. The manus undressed her and then it was quiet for a yearn time. She stood naked with her arms at her sides, blindfolded and wondering. Was it one somebody ? Maybe three : Gregor, Lora, and John ? Or was a unanimous gang standing staring at her - the white American fancy woman who 'd been fucking like an animal from Shanghai to Luzhi to Beijing ?

Marie felt the cold boundary of a alloy bucket pressed between her second joint. Without any hesitation, she squatted slightly and released a powerful stream of water. Realizing how easily she 'd given in, she started to cry again, listening to the weewee bubble, feeling fall of it splash back along the insides of her thigh. When she was done, she felt someone wipe her and whispered, `` thank you. '' There was laughter in the room, many people. She felt herself sinking in shame.

She felt an iron dog collar wrapped around her neck and padlocked shut. It was wakeless and cold and she leaned forward. Another was wrapped around her waist, then her wrist and articulatio talocruralis. She could n't think back being manacled like this before. The smoothing iron was dense and she felt humiliated for some reason. She recalled impression of slaves on ships, brought from Africa or China or Bharat. She wondered who was in the room, turning her into a caricature of that time ? She heard chains rattling, then being pulled through tintinnabulation in the manacles, ankle to ankle, neck to radiocarpal joint, carpus to waist, until finally she could n't tell where all they 'd take out the Chain. But she knew they were grave, very expectant, and she would n't be capable to stand long leaden down like this.

mortal pulled her point back and she felt metal pressing against her septum. She jerked her head back then, scared, afraid they were going to pierce her like an animal. respective custody immediately grabbed her head and held her stabilise and the pressure was back. They did n't pierce her, but attached a spring-loaded nose-ring. The spring was hefty and the smoothing iron was ponderous, she wondered if an actual piercing might be less painful.

Something was attached to each of her nipples, something that clamped slowly into topographic point at the root of her big, morose nipples, smashing them hard, the nipple themselves protruding inches from her titty. She felt more chains now, lighter, connecting the nose-ring to the nipple clamps. Heavier chains went from the nipple clamps to her radiocarpal joint shackles.

She tried to whisper `` H2O '' but her throat was too dry for even that. The pain in her stomach was strong now and she was starting to find achey in her arms and peg. soul 's bridge player slid beneath the back of her branding iron belt and they began walking her from one end of the car to the other. The iron chafed her flesh and the weighting of the chains made it intemperately to walk.

After three or four misstep through the car, her leader pushed her to her knees. Marie heard the representative say `` you drink ''. It was Mei, the one who 'd done almost of the pimping during their last stumble. Mei pushed Marie 'd head down. Marie felt her nose and lip touch water system. A dog bowl ! She pushed her face into the water system and drank and drank. After that, Mei pushed her chief sideways and she smelled something awful. She gagged and started to pull her head back but stopped. She knew the plot. It was eat this or naught. She held her breather and plunged into the bowl of whatever it was. It was severely to get down, she felt long, slimed chip and backbreaking chunks and what must bear been rotten vegetables. She told herself that as long as she held her breath, she could get through it, but when something she took into her mouth started moving, she puked it all back up.

Crying again, she lifted her chief up and turned toward Mei 's voice. `` Yong ? Yong ? Fei ? '' she whispered. `` You ask louder, '' Mei said, pulling her hair and turning her back toward the rest of the room. Marie repeated the actor's line she 'd learned to use when asking for the pipage. The bunch again laughed.

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

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

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

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

'' And I have invited them to have a little company with you. You will be the stand in for the American slave victor. ``

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

'' Oh, zilch 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 posterior. She refilled the bowls, one with body of water and one with a foul mixture out of a one-quart feeding bottle. Marie watched the control surface of the arena. Something was moving underneath the thickset gruel. She gagged again.

Mei went to the far end of the car and settled onto a small pillow, curled up and went to slumber. Marie knelt back down and drank more of the water system. Her stomach was in pain 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 comfortable. It was unsufferable. Between the belted ammunition around her waist and the dog collar around her cervix, something was always digging into her.

She found the most well-to-do posture possible by half-leaning against the rampart. Her pegleg were sore but she could n't supervise to keep them still. She tried to kip but the headache prevented it.

Marie looked up at the clock. Six-thirty. Her dead body would n't remain still. She needed another bowlful of opium, that would do it. Maybe she could tempt Mei to play her some. But Mei was asleep. If she woke her, she 'd be angry. So, she waited. Six-forty. Six-fifty. Marie felt like she wanted to make up, something was untimely. By seven, she was starting to sweat and the headache was throbbing. She squeezed her eyes shut, opened them as wide as she could, back and Forth River, trying to push the painful sensation. Then it stopped. But, her elbows and knees - all of her joints - were aching now. She shook her head. She 'd have to ignite Mei. Opium would help.

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At eight, Marie opened her middle and found Gregor just in from her face.

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

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

'' This is just the outset, '' Gregor said. She saw his hand stroking her hair but all she felt was pain in the neck. `` Get her in the harness, '' he said. Marie 's foreland started to hammering again. She felt work force lifting her and turning her over, carrying her into the middle of the car, attaching her shackled body to range that hung from the ceiling.

Gregor stood between her wide-open legs and unzipped his pant. He rubbed his cock hard and shoved it into her twat. She felt it sliding deeply inside her and her stomach 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 know what was going on, only that her body damage everywhere and this man was fucking her. `` Help her along, '' he said to Mei. Mei pulled Marie 's headspring back and slid two fingers 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 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 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 married woman 's pussy and that the other withdrawal 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 dawning, the train pulled into Peiping. Marie was suspended upside down in her range of mountains and lashings of passengers were treated to the sight as they walked from one end of the train to the early. Some stopped for quick photos, others pushed fingers or pocket-size soda bottles into Marie 's splayed and inviting snatch. Gregor was nowhere to be seen. The authorities were certain it was his car and his show but they 'd been paid to work a unreasoning eye. As long as he did n't indicate up, they would argue, there was not very much they could do anyway. The women involved always reported they were there voluntarily. cipher ever pressed charges.

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

The journey continued .