Marie 's Submissive Year
Week 18.3 - Wed, Luzhi to capital of Red China - beginning the head trip to Ukraine

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word of advice and disclaimer : This news report outlines the locomotion of a middle-aged wife who decided to spend a year exploring her long-repressed slavish side. Her married man and her unspoilt friend subject her to the regretful kind of depravities during a year-old international junket. If you do n't like that kind of matter, please go read something else and do n't leave feedback here about how ugly and disgusting the narration is. It 's fable 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 pinch of finger's breadth on her skin, Marie 's hands reached up and her sassing parted in a pissed O. She found Gregor 's leg and slid her handwriting up his hips and across the nominal head of his pants, making a bee-line for his zipper.

'' Amazing ! '' he said with a big grin. `` She does it completely by inherent aptitude now, does n't she ? '' He brushed her helping hand away and stepped back from the bed. Marie closed her back talk 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 John. `` Should we stop her ? '' toilet shook his head. `` No. We 've got another half-hour until Mei brings the cobbler's last group. Let 's let her enjoy herself a petty bit. '' He got up and walked over to the dirty bed, leaned forward and kissed his wife 's brow. She opened her eye slightly, the opium keeping her in its own sleepy world. She saw John and whispered. `` Kiss me. '' John pressed his lips to hers and she opened up. His natural language touched hers and her body stiffened as she came. bathroom ran his hands over his married woman 's belly, sliding from a plot of land of dried cum to a small pool that was still dampen. He felt his dick getting hard. He looked at Lora, sitting at the board negotiating with Gregor. She was wearing an ankle-length skintight dress that showed off every curvature. He was going to enjoy fucking her later, while his wife was servicing the death 12 men Mei was bringing. After that, Marie would be turned over to Gregor and they 'd leave alone Luzhi, probably forever.

'' I want her on the Beijing caravan at exactly twelve-thirty, is that clear ? '' Gregor said to Lora. `` I 've paid them off and paid them well but they can only call 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 come after you. I have already spent more than five K Euro 's put thing. And you have the ten thousand US dollars down payment. ``

'' Yes, one-half of our agreed upon damage. There is no need to threaten me, Gregor, we are both profiting from this central, '' Lora said, struggling to keep her calmness.

Gregor stood up and buttoned his tailor-made jacket. `` And we are in agreement that her final stage dose will be at ten o'clock this morning ? ``

Lora nodded.

'' Good. Then I have goose egg more to say to you until I see you on the gearing. '' Gregor got to the threshold just as Mei was arriving with Marie 's live on group of Asian customers. Lora looked at her watch. If they fucked her an average of ten bit each, she would be done in just over two and a one-half hours. 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 just the ticket agent the letter from Gregor. He read it, looked over her shoulder 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 chairperson, her big body limp and severe to handle. She smiled at them, licked her mouth and slid her manus slowly up her legs, knees to thigh. They forced themselves to cut her.

The ticket agent walked with them the distance of the string. Gregor 's car was third to the last. He kept looking up and down the platform, hurrying the men along, well aware that discovery would mean mulct, punishment and the confiscation of his human cargo. Gregor was known to the Formosan 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 base of the car was a tall-ceilinged elbow room done up in leather and rich, dark brown wood. The furniture was leather and steel, the lamps elegant and the floor carpeted with thick, tan plush. It smelled of opulence, expensive vino and cigars and musk.

There was a large condom at the other end of the way, set off by two life-sized carving of naked char. The women were facing the paries, their arms stretched straight above their head, wrists manacled so their medal were mat. Their legs were spread shoulder width, their ankle shacked as well, but high-pitched, keeping them on the globe of their feet.

'' John the Divine, you 're staring, '' Lora teased. He felt his tool stiffen just looking at them. So suggestive. He pictured Marie in that stead, turned to see her. She was staring too. Very intently.

At exactly twelve-thirty, Gregor entered. He was dressed as usual in an expensively tailored grey causa with black shoe and various gold bracelets.

'' The train leaves in exactly ten bit. That gives me just a slight time to establish you around. '' He waved the just the ticket federal agent and the orderlies away, handing each of them a mess of currency. They bowed and scraped their way out of the car.

Gregor wheeled Marie across the room. He looked at can. `` Your wife will spend the first-class honours degree two solar day of her pulling out here in this room. ''

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

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 tumbler on the big combination lock. ``

Lora sucked in her breathing time. `` veridical ? What do you mean genuine ? '' She waved her hand in front of the statue 's face. It 's center blinked.

Gregor pushed the door open. `` They 're women who 've outlived their utility to me. But they physical structure were so beat - facial expression at them, am I right ? - that I wanted to hold them around to admire. So, I had them encased in these soundbox suits you see. They can take a breath, see, pick up, even experience. Twice a day they are taken down and fed and their. .. other bodily social occasion. .. are contend with. ``

Lora ran her mitt down the battlefront of the woman 's soundbox and the statue trembled.

'' They have some svelte power to move. It makes it more interesting. ``

Lora slid her hand between the woman 's wooden leg and felt warm figure. The outfit was ingeniously designed so the scuttle were feathered smoothly to the skin, it was barely noticeable. She felt the button growing beneath her finger and the pathetic thing began sucking in breath in short-change, fast puff.

'' The getup do n't have a lot reaching in the diaphragm, so being sexually aroused is quite unpleasant. One section of their consistency craves it, but the residual of their body knows it is n't a ripe idea. ``

Lora withdrew her hired hand and watched fascinated as the woman 's breath slowed back to rule. 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 ? '' can asked, hypnotized.

'' The one on the right hand, eight months. ``

'' That 's dreadful, '' 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 threshold behind them.

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Marie recognized the room immediately - it was a painfulness elbow room, like in the early cities. But this time on rails. She looked at Lora and John then at Gregor. Even through her opium fog, it was all very all the way. Without waiting for anyone to verbalize, she stood up and dropped to her genu in front of Gregor. She spread her stifle and laced her fingers behind her neck, leaning back slightly so her tit were thrust forward.

'' This one 's cunt is hungry, hungry for dildoes and fingers and fist. '' Lora smiled with atonement. Marie was repeating her preparation litany without even being asked. `` It 's twat is for abuse. And its SOB and rectum are for fucking. Its anus is for sucking rooster and its mouth is there only to crap men glad. ``

As she 'd done so many meter before, Marie shifted slightly, unzipping her top and pulling the material back to expose her naked tits. `` Its flesh is to crush. Its spit is for cleaning cunts and assholes. Its judgement is for depravity and its integral cause for being is as an object of pleasure. '' She raised her oculus and looked directly at Gregor. `` You may use me any way you like. ``

'' stop like that, '' he said calmly, then turned and walked back into the former room. Lora and John followed him. Gregor pulled the door closed and spun the combination lock.

'' The onanism wo n't start out right away. Right now, she 's still feeling the impression of the last back breaker. Would you like lunch ? ``

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Marie 's thighs and calves were sore and starting to excite, her knees shooting jolts of pain down to her ankle joint and up her back. She tried hard not to search up at the clock but failed. Two and a half hours already. She 'd fallen over three times as the power train went around breaking ball at uneven speeds, always returning as close as she could to the exact same position. She was hungry, athirst, and beginning to want another pipe.

Her intellect was coming out of the opium haze and she tried to picture out what was going on. Why would Saint John the Apostle impart her to this elbow room and then just impart her. It was n't the initiatory time he 'd done something strange over the death 18 weeks, but this felt different. She could n't think, the drugs had addled her brainiac. But something was unlike. Maybe it was the change from the intensity of the fuck in China, the opium-fueled pack bang sessions, the premise that her mouth, puss and ass would be stuffed with something 24 minute a day. And now, this. She was alone on her stifle in a Pain Room on a moving train.

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

The train slowed to a stop and she fell over as the conjugation jerked against each early. She got back up and looked. Four hr and twenty minutes. Her legs were in agony now and she was crying. She wanted to be given back on her heels or even lay down but she knew better. Her stomach was starting to churn and she needed to pee. She could n't commend the last fourth dimension she 'd eaten, the last fourth dimension she 'd wanted to eat. But her throat was parched. After a few second, the railroad train jerked and started moving again.

Marie heard the room access behind her open air. Then, muffled voice and 'oohs'and 'aahhs'. She did n't make bold become around to see who it was but felt their eyes on her. After a few consequence, they started moving. A parade of a twelve men and fair sex went by, looking down at her as they passed, then vanishing through the door at the far end of the car. One of the immature cleaning woman touched her and she and her companion giggled.

Little Phoebe hours into the ride, she could n't take it anymore and settled back on her bounder. Her articulatio cubiti were sagging, head leaning forward, spine curling. She felt the dried tears down her brass and neck opening and started crying again. The pain in her bladder was acute now and she wondered how farsighted she could hold out the impulse 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 blazonry raised her to standing but she collapsed immediately. They lifted her up again, then a third gear time until she could put up on her own, gasping loudly and crying from the botheration in her genu. The hands undressed her and then it was repose for a long meter. She stood defenseless with her arms at her sides, blindfolded and wondering. Was it one person ? Maybe three : Gregor, Lora, and John ? Or was a altogether crowd standing staring at her - the Caucasian American language tart who 'd been fucking like an animal from Shanghai to Luzhi to Beijing ?

Marie felt the dusty bound of a metal bucket pressed between her thigh. Without any falter, she squatted slightly and released a powerful stream of piss. Realizing how easily she 'd given in, she started to cry again, listening to the piddle bubble, feeling bead 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 people. She felt herself sinking in shame.

She felt an iron collar wrapped around her neck and padlocked shut. It was impenetrable and dusty and she leaned forward. Another was wrapped around her waist, then her carpus and ankle joint. She could n't retrieve being manacled like this before. The iron was heavily and she felt humiliated for some reason. She recalled motion picture of slaves on ships, brought from Africa or China or India. She wondered who was in the way, turning her into a caricature of that time ? She heard range rattling, then being pulled through rings in the manacles, articulatio talocruralis to ankle, neck opening to wrist joint, wrist to waist, until finally she could n't severalize where all they 'd pulled the range of mountains. But she knew they were arduous, very heavy, and she would n't be able to endure long weighted down like this.

someone pulled her point back and she felt metal press against her septum. She jerked her head back then, scared, afraid they were going to pierce her like an fauna. several helping hand immediately grabbed her top dog 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 powerful and the smoothing iron was gruelling, she wondered if an actual piercing might be to a lesser extent painful.

Something was attached to each of her nipples, something that clamped slowly into place at the al-Qaeda of her big, dismal nipple, smashing them hard, the pap themselves protruding inches from her breast. She felt more chains now, short, connecting the nose-ring to the teat clamps. Heavier chains went from the nipple clamp to her wrist shackles.

She tried to whisper `` water '' but her throat was too dry for even that. The botheration in her breadbasket was inviolable now and she was starting to feel achey in her arms and wooden leg. Someone 's hired hand slid beneath the back of her iron belt and they began walking her from one end of the car to the other. The Fe chafed her flesh and the system of weights of the chains made it gruelling to walk.

After three or four head trip through the car, her loss leader pushed her to her genu. Marie heard the voice say `` you drink ''. It was Mei, the one who 'd done most of the pimping during their live on stumble. Mei pushed Marie 'd head down. Marie felt her poke and lips jot water system. A dog bowl ! She pushed her face into the body of 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 back but stopped. She knew the plot. It was eat this or nothing. She held her breath and plunged into the arena of whatever it was. It was hard to get down, she felt long, worthless minute and severely chunks and what must sustain been rotten vegetables. She told herself that as long as she held her hint, she could get through it, but when something she took into her mouth started moving, she puked it all back up.

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

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

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

'' I tell you about range now, '' Mei said in a tour-guide variety of voice. `` Everyone Gregor bring on train have menage who taken to America. Long clock 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 have a little company with you. You will be the standstill in for the American language slave maestro. ``

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

'' Oh, nothing 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 tail. She refilled the bowls, one with H2O and one with a foul commixture out of a one-quart bottle. Marie watched the open of the bowl. Something was moving underneath the heavyset gruel. She gagged again.

Mei went to the far end of the car and settled onto a pocket-size pillow, curled up and went to slumber. Marie knelt back down and drank more than of the body of water. Her stomach was in pain now and it was n't because she was athirst. 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 comfy. It was out of the question. Between the belt around her waistline and the collar around her neck, something was always digging into her.

She found the most well-off position possible by half-leaning against the rampart. Her pegleg were sore but she could n't carry off to keep them still. She tried to catch some Z's but the vexation prevented it.

Marie looked up at the clock. Six-thirty. Her body would n't stay 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 raging. So, she waited. Six-forty. Six-fifty. Marie felt like she wanted to discombobulate up, something was wrong. By seven, she was starting to sweat and the vexation was throbbing. She squeezed her eyes shut, opened them as wide as she could, back and forth, trying to fight the pain. Then it stopped. But, her elbows and knees - all of her joints - were aching now. She shook her top dog. She 'd have to wake Mei. Opium would help.

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

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

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

'' This is just the beginning, '' Gregor said. She saw his hand stroking her hair but all she felt was pain. `` Get her in the harness, '' he said. Marie 's head started to Egyptian pound again. She felt handwriting 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 legs and unzipped his knickers. He rubbed his tool hard and shoved it into her puss. She felt it sliding profoundly 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 have sex what was going on, only that her dead body hurt everywhere and this man was fucking her. `` service her along, '' he said to Mei. Mei pulled Marie 's head back and slid two fingerbreadth between her backtalk, 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 pecker and hurried to the doorway, `` I have to drop a line 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 time of day, from eight until one. Gregor brought St. John the Apostle in for the ten o'clock screw, told him how much he loved his wife 's puss and that the ahead of time withdrawal shtup were certainly worth the money. He could n't wait 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 concatenation and scores of passenger were treated to the visual sense as they walked from one end of the train to the early. Some stopped for quick exposure, others pushed fingers or small washing soda bottles into Marie 's splayed and inviting cunt. Gregor was nowhere to be seen. The dominance were certain it was his car and his appearance but they 'd been paid to turn a blind eye. As long as he did n't show up, they would fence, there was not much they could do anyway. The cleaning woman involved always reported they were there voluntarily. nobody ever pressed charges.

At two o'clock exactly, the string pulled out of Beijing place.

The journeying continued .