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

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monition and disavowal : This story outlines the travels of a middle-aged wife who decided to pass a class exploring her long-repressed slavish side of meat. Her husband and her best ally subject her to the forged kinds of depravities during a year-old international junket. If you do n't like that sort of thing, 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 tomentum back off of her brow. At the touch of fingers on her skin, Marie 's hired hand reached up and her sass parted in a tight O. She found Gregor 's leg and slid her hands up his pelvic arch and across the social movement of his pants, making a bee-line for his zipper.

'' Amazing ! '' he said with a big smile. `` 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 work force slid down between her stage and she start rubbing herself. She had n't opened her oculus through any of it.

Lora turned to John. `` Should we stop her ? '' John shook his head. `` No. We 've got another 30 minutes until Mei brings the last mathematical group. Let 's let her delight 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 Saint John the Apostle and whispered. `` kiss me. '' whoremonger pressed his mouth to hers and she opened up. His glossa touched hers and her consistence stiffened as she came. John ran his hands over his wife 's belly, sliding from a while of dried cum to a lowly kitty that was still damp. He felt his hammer getting hard. He looked at Lora, sitting at the tabular array negotiating with Gregor. She was wearing an ankle-length skintight garb that showed off every curve. He was going to enjoy 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 gearing at exactly twelve-thirty, is that clear-cut ? '' Gregor said to Lora. `` I 've paid them off and paid them well but they can only promise a ten minute window. ``

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

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

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

Gregor stood up and buttoned his tailor-made cap. `` And we are agreed that her survive Lucy in the sky with diamonds will be at ten o'clock this good morning ? ``

Lora nodded.

'' goodness. Then I have nothing more to say to you until I see you on the power train. '' Gregor got to the room access just as Mei was arriving with Marie 's last group of Asian customer. 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 60 minutes. That left them heap of time to dampen and do her and get her to the gear station.

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Lora handed the ticket agent the letter of the alphabet from Gregor. He read it, looked over her shoulder 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 death chair, her big torso limp and hard to care. She smiled at them, licked her sass and slid her hands slowly up her legs, knees to thigh. They forced themselves to brush off her.

The ticket agent walked with them the distance of the train. Gregor 's car was third gear to the last. He kept looking up and down the weapons platform, hurrying the men along, well aware that discovery would intend fines, punishment and the arrogation of his human being cargo. Gregor was known to the Formosan government and it would not do the be found helping him with one of his adventures.

The cosmetic surgery brought the wheelchair up and they rolled her in. Gregor 's car was luxurioius. The commencement third base of the car was a tall-ceilinged room done up in leather and rich, nighttime brown wood. The article of furniture was leather and steel, the lamps elegant and the floor carpeted with thick, tan plush. It smelled of opulence, expensive wine-coloured and cigars and musk.

There was a large safety at the former end of the elbow room, set off by two life-sized sculpture of naked woman. The cleaning woman were facing the walls, their arms stretched straight above their head, wrists manacled so their medal were two-dimensional. Their legs were undetermined articulatio humeri breadth, their ankle joint shacked as well, but higher, keeping them on the glob of their feet.

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

At exactly twelve-thirty, Gregor entered. He was dressed as common in an expensively tailored Grey case with black horseshoe and several gold bracelets.

'' The caravan leaves in exactly ten minutes. That gives me just a lilliputian time to picture you around. '' He waved the slate factor and the hospital attendant away, handing each of them a stack 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 expend the first two days of her coitus interruptus here in this room. ''

Marie looked up dumbly at Gospel According to John. She was still high school from the ten o'clock venereal infection but she knew enough to be nervous. `` John ? '' john 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, dear. ``

Lora was leaning closer, 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 tumbler on the big combination curl. ``

Lora sucked in her breather. `` real ? What do you mean real ? '' She waved her bridge player in front of the statue 's face. It 's eyes blinked.

Gregor pushed the door open. `` They 're char who 've outlived their usefulness to me. But they organic structure were so amazing - smell at them, am I right ? - that I wanted to hold them around to admire. So, I had them encased in these physical structure case you see. They can breathe, see, discover, even experience. Twice a day they are taken down and fed and their. .. other bodily functions. .. are dealt with. ``

Lora ran her hand down the front of the fair sex 's body and the statue trembled.

'' They have some slim ability to affect. It makes it more interesting. ``

Lora slid her deal between the adult female 's legs and felt warm frame. The outfit was ingeniously designed so the hatchway were feathered smoothly to the skin, it was barely noticeable. She felt the clitoris growing beneath her finger's breadth and the poor thing began sucking in breath in short circuit, quick puff.

'' The outfits do n't take in much stretching in the diaphragm, so being sexually aroused is quite unpleasant. One division of their physical structure craves it, but the relaxation of their dead body knows it is n't a full idea. ``

Lora withdrew her hand and watched fascinated as the woman 's breather slowed back to normal. 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 rightfield, eight calendar month. ``

'' That 's fearsome, '' Lora groaned.

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

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Marie recognized the way immediately - it was a Pain elbow room, like in the former metropolis. But this time on rail. 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 knees in movement of Gregor. She spread her knees and laced her finger's breadth behind her neck, leaning back slightly so her bosom were stuff forward.

'' This one 's cunt is hungry, hungry for dildoes and finger and fists. '' Lora smiled with gratification. Marie was repeating her grooming Litany without even being asked. `` It 's snatch is for contumely. And its bunghole and rectum are for fucking. Its anus is for sucking cock 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 queer her au naturel tits. `` Its flesh is to beat. Its clapper is for cleaning cunts and assholes. Its mind is for depravity and its entire understanding for being is as an object of pleasure. '' 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 room. Lora and Gospel According to John followed him. Gregor pulled the room access closed and spun the combination lock.

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

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Marie 's second joint and calves were sore and starting to shake, her knees shooting jolts of pain down to her ankle and up her back. She tried hard not to look up at the clock but failed. Two and a half time of day already. She 'd fallen over three times as the train went around curved shape at uneven focal ratio, always returning as close as she could to the precise same situation. She was hungry, hungry, and beginning to desire another pipe.

Her mind was coming out of the opium daze and she tried to figure out what was going on. Why would whoremonger bestow her to this elbow room and then just leave her. It was n't the offset time he 'd done something strange over the utmost 18 weeks, but this felt different. She could n't imagine, the drugs had addled her learning ability. But something was unlike. Maybe it was the change from the intensity of the fucking in China, the opium-fueled gang bang sessions, the presumption that her mouthpiece, twat and ass would be stuffed with something 24 hours a day. And now, this. She was alone on her stifle in a nuisance Room on a moving train.

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

The train slowed to a stop and she fell over as the couplings jerked against each former. She got back up and looked. Four hours and 20 minutes. Her legs were in agony now and she was crying. She wanted to lean back on her dog 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 hold out time she 'd eaten, the last time she 'd wanted to eat. But her throat was parched. After a few minutes, the gear jerked and started moving again.

Marie heard the door behind her open. Then, muffled phonation and 'oohs'and 'aahhs'. She did n't presume wrench around to see who it was but felt their eyes 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 threshold at the far end of the car. One of the vernal women touched her and she and her companion giggled.

Five hr 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 dried rip down her cheeks and neck and started crying again. The pain sensation in her vesica was intense now and she wondered how retentive she could stand firm the itch to wet the carpet.

The room access opened again. This time, soul 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 third time until she could fend on her own, gasping loudly and crying from the pain in her knees. The hired hand undressed her and then it was quieten for a foresightful time. She stood au naturel with her arms at her sides, blindfolded and wondering. Was it one person ? Maybe three : Gregor, Lora, and John ? Or was a whole bunch standing staring at her - the white American cocotte who 'd been fucking like an animal from Shanghai to Luzhi to Beijing ?

Marie felt the cold boundary of a metal bucket pressed between her second joint. Without any faltering, she squatted slightly and released a powerful stream of pissing. Realizing how easily she 'd given in, she started to cry again, listening to the weewee house of cards, feeling drops of it splash back along the insides of her second joint. When she was done, she felt mortal wipe her and whispered, `` thank you. '' There was laughter in the room, many multitude. She felt herself sinking in shame.

She felt an iron collar wrapped around her neck and padlocked shut. It was heavy and cold and she leaned forward. Another was wrapped around her waist, then her wrists and ankles. She could n't remember being manacled like this before. The Fe was ponderous and she felt humiliated for some reason. She recalled pictures of hard worker on ships, brought from Africa or Taiwan or Republic of India. She wondered who was in the room, turning her into a caricature of that sentence ? She heard chains rattling, then being pulled through rings in the manacle, ankle to ankle, neck to radiocarpal joint, wrist to waist, until finally she could n't tell where all they 'd perpetrate the chains. But she knew they were cloggy, very heavy, and she would n't be capable to stand long weight down like this.

Someone pulled her head back and she felt metal pressing against her septum. She jerked her head back then, scared, afraid they were going to thrust her like an beast. various hands immediately grabbed her header and held her unfaltering and the pressing was back. They did n't pierce her, but attached a spring-loaded nose-ring. The spring was sinewy and the Fe was profound, she wondered if an genuine piercing might be less painful.

Something was attached to each of her mammilla, something that clamped slowly into office at the base of her big, dark nipples, smashing them hard, the nipple themselves protruding inches from her knocker. She felt more chains now, lighter, connecting the nose-ring to the tit clamp. Heavier range went from the mamilla clinch to her wrist joint shackles.

She tried to whisper `` weewee '' but her throat was too dry for even that. The pain in her tummy was warm now and she was starting to finger achey in her arms and legs. individual 's script slid beneath the spine of her iron bash and they began walking her from one end of the car to the other. The iron chafed her anatomy and the exercising weight of the irons made it hard to walk.

After three or four trips through the car, her leader pushed her to her stifle. Marie heard the voice say `` you drink ''. It was Mei, the one who 'd done most of the pimping during their stopping point slip. Mei pushed Marie 'd head down. Marie felt her scent and sassing speck body of water. A dog arena ! She pushed her case into the water and drank and drank. After that, Mei pushed her read/write head sideways and she smelled something awful. She gagged and started to pull her headland back but stopped. She knew the game. It was eat this or nada. She held her breathing space and plunged into the bowlful of whatever it was. It was hard to get down, she felt long, slimy moment and hard chunk and what must ingest been stinking vegetables. She told herself that as long as she held her breath, she could get through it, but when something she took into her backtalk started moving, she puked it all back up.

rallying cry again, she lifted her headspring up and turned toward Mei 's voice. `` Yong ? Yong ? Fei ? '' she whispered. `` You ask flashy, '' Mei said, pulling her hairsbreadth and turning her back toward the remainder of the room. Marie repeated the words she 'd learned to use when asking for the pipe. The bunch again laughed.

'' No, my lamb. No tube for you. '' It was Gregor. He helped her to her feet, the weight of the mountain chain making it difficult for her to get her balance. Gregor reached around and undid the blindfold. `` No more pipage for you. You are going to get all cleaned up. Be a dependable American English wife again. '' He turned to the crew in the way. `` Is n't that what you all want ? A skillful American wife ? Is n't that what you all came here to fuck ? ``

Marie did a quick numeration - 20 two, eighteen men and four womanhood. Only about 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 form of vocalization. `` Everyone Gregor bring on caravan have family who taken to US. Long metre back, on big ships. ``

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

'' And I have invited them to sustain a petty party with you. You will be the point of view in for the American language slave victor. ``

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

'' Oh, cipher will happen for another day or so. You have something else to worry about right now. '' Marie stared at him, his big grin was terrifying. He motioned to the others and they filed out of the elbow room, only Mei stood behind. She refilled the roll, one with water and one with a foul 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 belittled pillow, curled up and went to sleep. Marie knelt back down and drank more of the water. Her venter was in pain now and it was n't because she was hungry. She felt her nose starting to run and the cephalalgia was getting worse. She sniffed hard but the trickle started again. She shuffled back to the center of the car and laid on her slope, trying to get comfortable. It was impossible. Between the belt around her waist and the shoe collar around her neck, something was always digging into her.

She found the most comfortable position possible by half-leaning against the wall. Her pegleg were sore but she could n't manage to keep them still. She tried to catch some Z's but the cephalalgia prevented it.

Marie looked up at the clock. Six-thirty. Her body would n't persist still. She needed another bowl of opium, that would do it. Maybe she could lure 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 have up, something was wrong. By seven, she was starting to sudate and the headache was throbbing. She squeezed her eyes shut, opened them as wide as she could, back and forth, trying to campaign the pain. Then it stopped. But, her elbow joint and articulatio genus - all of her marijuana cigarette - were aching now. She shook her head. She 'd have to stir up 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 grinning on his face.

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

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

Gregor stood between her lawless legs and unzipped his gasp. He rubbed his stopcock hard and shoved it into her snatch. She felt it sliding deeper inside her and her stomach churned and spasmed. As he fucked her, she leaned her chief 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 centre, did n't know what was going on, only that her body hurt everywhere and this man was fucking her. `` Help her along, '' he said to Mei. Mei pulled Marie 's pass back and slid two fingerbreadth between her lips, pushing them deep into the backrest 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 save this down, '' he said and vanished.

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

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It went on like that, once an hr, from eight until one. Gregor institute John Lackland in for the ten o'clock fuck, told him how much he loved his wife 's snatch and that the early withdrawal piece of ass were certainly Charles Frederick Worth the money. He could n't wait until she was deeper into it, in a day or two.

Just before two in the sunrise, the train pulled into Beijing. Marie was suspended upside down in her chains and dozens of passengers were treated to the sight as they walked from one end of the wagon train to the early. Some stopped for prompt exposure, others pushed fingers or small soda bottles into Marie 's splayed and inviting cunt. Gregor was nowhere to be seen. The bureau were certain it was his car and his show but they 'd been paid to wrench a unsighted eye. As long as he did n't show up, they would fence, there was not practically they could do anyway. The adult female involved always reported they were there voluntarily. cypher ever pressed charges.

At two o'clock exactly, the gearing pulled out of Peking post.

The journeying continued .