Marie 's slavish Year
week 18.3 - Wednesday, Luzhi to Peiping - beginning the trip to Ukraine

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WARNING and DISCLAIMER : This account outlines the traveling of a middle-aged married woman who decided to spent a year exploring her long-repressed submissive side. Her husband and her best friend subject her to the worst variety of depravities during a year-old outside junket. If you do n't wish that form of matter, please go read something else and do n't lead feedback here about how frightful and disgusting the fib is. It 's fabrication 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 pinch of fingers on her peel, Marie 's hired hand reached up and her lips parted in a tight O. She found Gregor 's leg and slid her work force up his pelvic arch and across the front man of his pants, making a bee-line for his zipper.

'' Amazing ! '' he said with a big smiling. `` 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 hands slid down between her ramification and she start rubbing herself. She had n't opened her eyes through any of it.

Lora turned to whoremonger. `` Should we quit her ? '' Saint John shook his head. `` No. We 've got another half-hour until Mei brings the last group. Let 's let her enjoy herself a slight bit. '' He got up and walked over to the dirty bed, leaned forward and kissed his wife 's frontal bone. She opened her heart slightly, the opium keeping her in its own sleepy world. She saw John and whispered. `` Kiss me. '' bathroom pressed his lips to hers and she opened up. His spit touched hers and her organic structure stiffened as she came. can ran his men over his wife 's belly, sliding from a patch of dried cum to a diminished pocket billiards that was still moistness. He felt his cock getting hard. He looked at Lora, sitting at the table negotiating with Gregor. She was wearing an ankle-length skintight dress that showed off every curve. He was going to enjoy fucking her later, while his wife was servicing the finally twelve 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 train at exactly twelve-thirty, is that clear ? '' Gregor said to Lora. `` I 've paid them off and paid them well but they can only foretell a ten bit windowpane. ``

'' I understand. I am fully open 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 dress things. And you have the ten thousand US dollar deposition. ``

'' Yes, half of our agreed upon price. There is no indigence to threaten 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-place dose will be at ten o'clock this morning ? ``

Lora nodded.

'' commodity. Then I have nothing more to say to you until I see you on the string. '' Gregor got to the door just as Mei was arriving with Marie 's death group of Asiatic customers. Lora looked at her watch. If they fucked her an average of ten second each, she would be done in just over two and a half hours. That left them plenty of time to wash and dress her and get her to the power train station.

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Lora handed the just the ticket agent the letter from Gregor. He read it, looked over her berm at Marie and smiled. He snapped his fingers 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 soundbox limp and heavy to handle. She smiled at them, licked her lips and slid her hands slowly up her ramification, genu to thigh. They forced themselves to cut her.

The ticket factor walked with them the distance of the train. Gregor 's car was third to the last. He kept looking up and down the political program, hurrying the men along, well aware that discovery would mean fines, punishment and the confiscation of his homo consignment. Gregor was known to the Chinese politics and it would not do the be found helping him with one of his adventures.

The heave 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 fat, dark dark-brown wood. The article of furniture was leather and brand, the lamps elegant and the floor carpeted with midst, tan plush. It smelled of opulence, expensive wine-coloured and cigars and musk.

There was a great safety at the early end of the elbow room, set off by two life-sized sculptures of naked womanhood. The cleaning woman were facing the paries, their arms stretched straight above their pass, wrists manacled so their palms were categoric. Their pegleg were unfold shoulder width, their articulatio talocruralis shacked as well, but mellow, keeping them on the nut of their feet.

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

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

'' The caravan leaves in exactly ten minutes. That gives me just a short time to record you around. '' He waved the ticket agentive role and the hospital attendant away, handing each of them a stack of currency. They bowed and scraped their way out of the car.

Gregor wheeled Marie across the room. He looked at lav. `` Your wife will drop the beginning two sidereal day of her pulling out here in this elbow room. ''

Marie looked up dumbly at St. John. She was still gamy from the ten o'clock dose but she knew enough to be anxious. `` John ? '' can leaned down and kissed her. She leaned forward and opened her oral fissure, glossa darting out automatically but he pulled back. `` It was just a candy kiss, dear. ``

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

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

Lora sucked in her breath. `` Real ? What do you think actual ? '' She waved her hand in front of the statue 's look. It 's eyes blinked.

Gregor pushed the door open. `` They 're women who 've outlived their usefulness to me. But they bodies were so awing - expression at them, am I right ? - that I wanted to keep them around to look up to. So, I had them encased in these trunk case you see. They can breathe, see, hear, even feel. Twice a day they are taken down and fed and their. .. other corporal affair. .. are shell out with. ``

Lora ran her hand down the strawman of the char 's body and the statue trembled.

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

Lora slid her hand between the womanhood 's wooden leg and felt warm human body. The outfit was ingeniously designed so the opening were feathered smoothly to the cutis, it was barely detectable. She felt the button growing beneath her finger and the poor thing began sucking in breath in short, agile puff.

'' The rig do n't have much stretch in the diaphragm, so being sexually aroused is quite unpleasant. One voice of their consistence craves it, but the remainder of their body knows it is n't a good musical theme. ``

Lora withdrew her bridge player and watched fascinated as the woman 's breath slowed back to normal. 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, eight months. ``

'' That 's tremendous, '' Lora groaned.

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

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Marie recognized the elbow room immediately - it was a Pain way, like in the early cities. But this prison term on rails. She looked at Lora and John then at Gregor. Even through her opium fog, it was all very clear. Without waiting for anyone to verbalise, she stood up and dropped to her knees in front line of Gregor. She spread her knees and laced her fingers behind her neck, leaning back slightly so her breast were pierce forward.

'' This one 's snatch is thirsty, hungry for dildoes and digit and clenched fist. '' Lora smiled with gratification. Marie was repeating her training litany without even being asked. `` It 's slit is for abuse. And its asshole and rectum are for fucking. Its anus is for sucking stopcock and its mouth is there only to make men happy. ``

As she 'd done so many times before, Marie shifted slightly, unzipping her top and pulling the material back to expose her raw tits. `` Its bod is to dumbfound. Its tongue is for cleaning slit and assholes. Its mind is for depravity and its total reason for being is as an physical object of pleasure. '' She raised her eye 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 Saint John the Apostle followed him. Gregor pulled the door closed and spun the combining lock.

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

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Marie 's thigh and calf were sore and starting to shake, her knees shooting jolt of pain down to her articulatio talocruralis 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 gearing went around curves at uneven focal ratio, always returning as close as she could to the claim Lapp positioning. She was athirst, thirsty, and beginning to want another pipe.

Her judgement was coming out of the opium daze and she tried to compute out what was going on. Why would John bring her to this room and then just leave alone her. It was n't the first prison term he 'd done something strange over the death 18 hebdomad, but this felt unlike. She could n't think, the drugs had addled her brain. But something was different. Maybe it was the change from the saturation of the screwing in Red China, the opium-fueled bunch smasher sessions, the Assumption of Mary that her mouth, twat and ass would be stuffed with something 24 hours a day. And now, this. She was alone on her genu in a nuisance way on a moving train.

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

The train slowed to a closure and she fell over as the couplings jerked against each former. She got back up and looked. Four time of day and twenty minutes. Her leg were in torture now and she was crying. She wanted to lean back on her blackguard or even lay down but she knew better. Her venter was starting to churn and she needed to pee. She could n't recall the close meter she 'd eaten, the hold up time she 'd wanted to eat. But her throat was parched. After a few transactions, the string jerked and started moving again.

Marie heard the door behind her spread out. Then, muffled voices and 'oohs'and 'aahhs'. She did n't dare become around to see who it was but felt their optic on her. After a few moments, they started moving. A parade of a 12 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 new 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 heels. Her elbows were sagging, head leaning forward, spine curling. She felt the dry tears down her cheeks and neck and started crying again. The annoyance in her vesica was acute now and she wondered how long she could hold out the urge to wet the carpet.

The threshold opened again. This time, mortal came up behind her and wrapped a blindfold around her center. Hands underneath her weapon system raised her to standing but she collapsed immediately. They lifted her up again, then a 3rd time until she could brook on her own, gasping loudly and crying from the pain in her knee joint. The hands undressed her and then it was quiet for a long time. She stood raw with her arms at her position, blindfolded and wondering. Was it one person ? Maybe three : Gregor, Lora, and whoremaster ? Or was a whole crowd standing staring at her - the white American English whore who 'd been fucking like an fauna from Shanghai to Luzhi to Beijing ?

Marie felt the cold edge of a metal bucket pressed between her second joint. Without any hesitation, she squatted slightly and released a knock-down stream 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 inside of her second joint. When she was done, she felt person wipe her and whispered, `` thank you. '' There was laughter in the room, many people. She felt herself sinking in shame.

She felt an iron collar wrapped around her neck and padlocked shut. It was heavy and low temperature and she leaned forward. Another was wrapped around her waist, then her wrists and ankles. She could n't recall being manacled like this before. The iron was heavy and she felt humiliated for some reason. She recalled pictures of striver on ships, brought from Africa or China or Bharat. She wondered who was in the room, turning her into a impersonation of that sentence ? She heard string rattling, then being pulled through rings in the manacles, ankle to ankle, neck to wrists, wrists to waist, until finally she could n't recount where all they 'd pull in the chains. But she knew they were heavy, very heavy, and she would n't be able to brook long weighted down like this.

soul pulled her head word back and she felt metallic pressing against her septum. She jerked her point back then, scared, afraid they were going to thrust her like an animal. respective hands immediately grabbed her head and held her steadfast and the atmospheric pressure was back. They did n't pierce her, but attached a spring-loaded nose-ring. The spring was brawny and the iron was laborious, she wondered if an actual piercing might be less painful.

Something was attached to each of her nipples, something that clamped slowly into place at the foundation of her big, dark nipple, smashing them hard, the nipple themselves protruding inches from her titties. She felt more string now, lighter, connecting the nose-ring to the nipple clamp. Heavier chains went from the pap clamps to her carpus shackles.

She tried to whisper `` pee '' but her throat was too dry for even that. The pain in her stomach was firm now and she was starting to sense achey in her blazonry and legs. person 's hand slid beneath the back of her smoothing iron rap and they began walking her from one end of the car to the other. The iron chafed her flesh and the weight of the concatenation made it hard to take the air.

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 finally trip. Mei pushed Marie 'd head down. Marie felt her pry and sass touch H2O. A dog bowl ! She pushed her side into the water and drank and drank. After that, Mei pushed her head sideways and she smelled something awful. She gagged and started to pull her head teacher back but stopped. She knew the game. It was eat this or nothing. She held her breath and plunged into the bowl of whatever it was. It was hard to get down, she felt long, slimed bite and difficult ball and what must have been rotten vegetable. 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.

weeping again, she lifted her pass up and turned toward Mei 's part. `` Yong ? Yong ? Fei ? '' she whispered. `` You ask garish, '' Mei said, pulling her hair and turning her back toward the rest of the elbow room. Marie repeated the Scripture she 'd learned to use when asking for the tobacco pipe. The crowd again laughed.

'' No, my dear. No pipe for you. '' It was Gregor. He helped her to her ft, the weighting of the chains making it difficult for her to get her counterbalance. Gregor reached around and undid the blindfold. `` No more pipe for you. You are going to get all cleaned up. Be a good American language wife again. '' He turned to the crowd in the room. `` Is n't that what you all want ? A unspoiled American married woman ? Is n't that what you all came here to have it off ? ``

Marie did a quick tally - twenty two, 18 men and four woman. Only about half of them Asian, the others Native American or Pakistani. All shabbily dressed, all staring and laughing.

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

Gregor stepped forward and took Marie 's mentum 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 receive a small party with you. You will be the stand in for the American language hard worker master. ``

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

'' Oh, nothing will happen 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 bowls, one with body of water and one with a choke off admixture out of a one-quart bottleful. Marie watched the surface of the arena. Something was moving underneath the thick gruel. She gagged again.

Mei went to the far end of the car and settled onto a diminished pillow, curled up and went to sleep. Marie knelt back down and drank More of the pee. Her stomach was in annoyance 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 slope, trying to get well-to-do. It was unimaginable. Between the belt around her waist and the collar around her neck, something was always digging into her.

She found the most comfortable position potential by half-leaning against the wall. Her pegleg were sore but she could n't manage to celebrate them still. She tried to sleep but the headache prevented it.

Marie looked up at the clock. Six-thirty. Her trunk would n't stick still. She needed another bowl of opium, that would do it. Maybe she could tempt Mei to bring 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 fuddle up, something was damage. By seven, she was starting to sweat and the headache was throbbing. She squeezed her heart shut, opened them as widely as she could, back and forth, trying to contend the pain. Then it stopped. But, her articulatio cubiti and human knee - all of her joint - were aching now. She shook her head. She 'd cause to ignite 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 true. Every component of her eubstance ached now, like she had a bad flu.

'' This is just the root, '' Gregor said. She saw his hand stroking her hair but all she felt was hurting. `` Get her in the harness, '' he said. Marie 's head started to pound again. She felt script 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 wide-open ramification and unzipped his pants. He rubbed his hammer hard and shoved it into her cunt. She felt it sliding cryptic inside her and her abdomen churned and spasmed. As he fucked her, she leaned her psyche back and dry-heaved several times.

'' Ah, yes ! You squeeze your puss when you do that, do it again, '' Gregor moaned. Marie could n't focus, did n't recognise what was going on, only that her body trauma everywhere and this man was fucking her. `` assist her along, '' he said to Mei. Mei pulled Marie 's head back and slid two finger 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 the Evangelist in for the ten o'clock fuck, told him how much he loved his wife 's kitty-cat and that the too soon withdrawal nooky were certainly worth the money. He could n't hold back 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 chains and tons of passengers were treated to the sight as they walked from one end of the wagon train to the other. Some stopped for agile picture, others pushed finger or pocket-sized soda bottles into Marie 's splayed and inviting twat. Gregor was nowhere to be seen. The sureness were certain it was his car and his display but they 'd been paid to sprain a blind eye. As long as he did n't show 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 post.

The journey continued .