Marie 's Submissive year
calendar week 18.3 - Wednesday, Luzhi to Peking - beginning the trip-up to Ukraine

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WARNING and disavowal : This write up outlines the travels of a middle-aged wife who decided to drop a twelvemonth exploring her long-repressed slavish side. Her hubby and her full friend discipline her to the mop up kind of degeneracy during a year-old outside junket. If you do n't like that form of thing, please go scan something else and do n't allow feedback here about how atrocious and disgusting the story is. It 's fable and it 's supposed to be.
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Gregor leaned over Marie and gently pushed the fuzz back off of her forehead. At the sense of touch of fingers on her peel, Marie 's hands reached up and her sass parted in a tight O. She found Gregor 's leg and slid her deal up his pelvic arch and across the front of his pants, 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 sassing and her hands slid down between her branch and she start rubbing herself. She had n't opened her eyes through any of it.

Lora turned to lavatory. `` Should we quit her ? '' John shook his head. `` No. We 've got another half-hour until Mei brings the last radical. Let 's let her savor herself a slight 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 John and whispered. `` Kiss me. '' John pressed his lips to hers and she opened up. His spit 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 minuscule pool that was still muffle. He felt his stopcock getting hard. He looked at Lora, sitting at the table negotiating with Gregor. She was wearing an ankle-length skintight clothes that showed off every curve. He was going to relish fucking her later, while his married woman was servicing the stopping point 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 Peking 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 promise a ten minute of arc window. ``

'' I understand. I am fully up 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 arranging things. And you have the ten thousand US dollar deposit. ``

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

Gregor stood up and buttoned his tailored cap. `` And we are tally that her concluding dose will be at ten o'clock this dayspring ? ``

Lora nodded.

'' Good. Then I have zippo More to say to you until I see you on the railroad train. '' Gregor got to the room access just as Mei was arriving with Marie 's endure group of Asian client. 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 one-half 60 minutes. That left them heap of time to rinse and dress her and get her to the train station.

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Lora handed the tag agent the missive from Gregor. He read it, looked over her berm at Marie and smiled. He snapped his fingerbreadth and two orderly 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 rim and slid her hands slowly up her legs, knees to second joint. They forced themselves to ignore her.

The ticket broker walked with them the length of the train. Gregor 's car was third gear to the end. He kept looking up and down the platform, hurrying the men along, well aware that find would think fine, punishment and the arrogation of his man shipment. 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 base of the car was a tall-ceilinged way done up in leather and rich, dark John Brown Sir Henry Joseph Wood. The furniture was leather and steel, the lamps elegant and the floor carpeted with thick, tan plush. It smelled of opulence, expensive wine and cigars and musk.

There was a big safe at the other end of the way, set off by two life-sized sculpture of au naturel adult female. The women were facing the wall, their arms stretched straight above their top dog, wrists manacled so their palm were flat. Their legs were open shoulder width, their ankles shacked as well, but eminent, keeping them on the balls of their feet.

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

At exactly twelve-thirty, Gregor entered. He was dressed as usual in an expensively orient Lady Jane Grey case with black shoes and several gold bracelets.

'' The caravan leaves in exactly ten transactions. That gives me just a little metre to show you around. '' He waved the just the ticket agent and the hospital attendant away, handing each of them a pile of currency. They bowed and scraped their way out of the car.

Gregor wheeled Marie across the elbow room. He looked at whoremonger. `` Your married woman will spend the first two days of her backdown here in this room. ''

Marie looked up dumbly at John. She was still high from the ten o'clock social disease but she knew enough to be dying. `` toilet ? '' John leaned down and kissed her. She leaned forward and opened her sassing, glossa darting out automatically but he pulled back. `` It was just a kiss, dear. ``

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

'' Yes. They 're real, '' Gregor said disinterestedly. He leaned over and turned the tumbler on the big combining whorl. ``

Lora sucked in her hint. `` Real ? What do you mean very ? '' She waved her hand in figurehead of the statue 's face. It 's eyes blinked.

Gregor pushed the room access spread out. `` They 're women who 've outlived their usefulness to me. But they eubstance were so flummox - looking at them, am I right ? - that I wanted to keep them around to admire. So, I had them encased in these body suit you see. They can breathe, see, get word, even palpate. Twice a day they are taken down and fed and their. .. other corporal functions. .. are dealt with. ``

Lora ran her hand down the front end of the woman 's body and the statue trembled.

'' They have some fragile power to move. It makes it more occupy. ``

Lora slid her hand between the woman 's legs and felt warm flesh. The getup was ingeniously designed so the scuttle were feathered smoothly to the tegument, it was barely noticeable. She felt the clitoris growing beneath her fingerbreadth and the poor thing began sucking in breath in short, spry puff.

'' The outfits do n't give a lot stretching in the diaphragm, so being sexually aroused is quite unpleasant. One percentage of their body craves it, but the rest of their torso knows it is n't a good idea. ``

Lora withdrew her hand and watched fascinated as the adult female 's breathing spell slowed back to normal. But, Lora noticed that bust 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 months. ``

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

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

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Marie recognized the elbow room immediately - it was a hurting elbow room, like in the other metropolis. But this sentence on rails. She looked at Lora and John then at Gregor. Even through her opium haze, it was all very clear. Without waiting for anyone to verbalise, she stood up and dropped to her human knee in front man 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 snatch is hungry, hungry for dildoes and fingerbreadth and fist. '' Lora smiled with gratification. Marie was repeating her training litany without even being asked. `` It 's pussy is for abuse. And its prick and rectum are for fucking. Its anus is for sucking cock and its sassing is there only to make men happy. ``

As she 'd done so many meter before, Marie shifted slightly, unzipping her top and pulling the textile back to expose her naked tits. `` Its physique is to beat. Its tongue is for cleaning cunts and assholes. Its judgement is for putrefaction and its entire rationality for being is as an object of pleasance. '' She raised her centre and looked directly at Gregor. `` You may use me any way you like. ``

'' hitch like that, '' he said calmly, then turned and walked back into the other 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 last venereal disease. Would you like lunch ? ``

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Marie 's thighs and calves were sore and starting to rock, her knees shooting jolt of pain down to her mortise joint 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 string went around curves at uneven speeds, always returning as close as she could to the demand same position. She was hungry, thirsty, and beginning to want another pipe.

Her intellect was coming out of the opium haze and she tried to work out out what was going on. Why would John bestow her to this room and then just leave her. It was n't the first sentence he 'd done something strange over the finis 18 weeks, but this felt dissimilar. She could n't think, the drugs had addled her wit. But something was unlike. Maybe it was the change from the chroma of the fucking in chinaware, the opium-fueled gang charge academic session, the presumptuousness that her rima oris, snatch and ass would be stuffed with something 24 hour a day. And now, this. She was alone on her knee in a nuisance way on a moving train.

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

The wagon train slowed to a stop and she fell over as the union jerked against each other. She got back up and looked. Four hours and twenty instant. Her legs were in agony now and she was crying. She wanted to lean back on her heels or even lay down but she knew better. Her stomach was starting to boil and she needed to pee. She could n't remember the last time she 'd eaten, the last time she 'd wanted to eat. But her pharynx was parched. After a few min, the train jerked and started moving again.

Marie heard the threshold behind her open. Then, muffled interpreter and 'oohs'and 'aahhs'. She did n't dare turn around to see who it was but felt their heart on her. After a few moments, they started moving. A parade of a dozen men and charwoman went by, looking down at her as they passed, then vanishing through the door at the far end of the car. One of the younger char touched her and she and her fellow traveller giggled.

basketball team hours into the ride, she could n't take it anymore and settled back on her heels. Her elbow were sagging, head leaning forward, spine curling. She felt the dehydrated teardrop down her cheeks and neck and started crying again. The pain in her bladder was acute now and she wondered how longsighted she could resist 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 weapon 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 painful sensation in her articulatio genus. The helping hand undressed her and then it was quiet for a recollective time. She stood defenseless with her limb at her slope, blindfolded and wondering. Was it one mortal ? Maybe three : Gregor, Lora, and St. John ? Or was a whole bunch standing staring at her - the white American language woman of the street who 'd been fucking like an animal 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 powerful stream of piss. Realizing how easily she 'd given in, she started to cry again, listening to the piss house of cards, feeling drops of it splash back along the interior of her second joint. When she was done, she felt someone 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 wakeless 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 iron was expectant and she felt humiliated for some reason. She recalled picture of hard worker on ships, brought from Africa or China or India. She wondered who was in the elbow room, turning her into a caricature of that time ? She heard Chain rattling, then being pulled through annulus in the cuff, ankle to ankle, cervix to wrists, wrists to waist, until finally she could n't tell where all they 'd pulled the chain of mountains. But she knew they were intemperate, very weighed down, and she would n't be able to bear long burden down like this.

soul pulled her head 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 animate being. Several hands immediately grabbed her head and held her unwavering and the pressure was back. They did n't thrust her, but attached a spring-loaded nose-ring. The spring was knock-down and the iron was heavy, she wondered if an factual piercing might be less painful.

Something was attached to each of her mamilla, something that clamped slowly into place at the base of her big, dark nipples, smashing them surd, the nipple themselves protruding inches from her titties. She felt more chains now, unclouded, connecting the nose-ring to the nipple clamp. Heavier chains went from the nipple clinch to her carpus shackles.

She tried to whisper `` water supply '' but her throat was too dry for even that. The annoyance in her stomach was substantial now and she was starting to feel achey in her arms and peg. person 's hand slid beneath the back of her branding iron swath and they began walking her from one end of the car to the other. The iron chafed her figure and the weight of the Chain made it hard to walk.

After three or four trips through the car, her drawing card pushed her to her articulatio genus. Marie heard the part say `` you drink ''. It was Mei, the one who 'd done most of the pimping during their lastly stumble. Mei pushed Marie 'd head down. Marie felt her olfactory organ and lips partake water. A dog stadium ! She pushed her font into the water and drank and drank. After that, Mei pushed her head word sideways and she smelled something awful. She gagged and started to pull her principal back but stopped. She knew the game. It was eat this or nothing. She held her breath and plunged into the roll of whatever it was. It was hard to get down, she felt long, slimy chip and hard lump 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.

battle cry again, she lifted her school principal up and turned toward Mei 's phonation. `` Yong ? Yong ? Fei ? '' she whispered. `` You ask forte, '' Mei said, pulling her pilus and turning her back toward the rest of the room. Marie repeated the parole she 'd learned to use when asking for the pipe. The crowd again laughed.

'' No, my dear. No tube for you. '' It was Gregor. He helped her to her feet, the weightiness of the Chain making it hard for her to get her equipoise. Gregor reached around and undid the blindfold. `` No more piping for you. You are going to get all cleaned up. Be a proficient American wife again. '' He turned to the crowd in the room. `` Is n't that what you all want ? A honorable American English wife ? Is n't that what you all came here to have sex ? ``

Marie did a quick counting - twenty two, eighteen men and four women. Only about half of them Asian, the others Amerind or Pakistani. All shabbily dressed, all staring and laughing.

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

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

'' And I have invited them to have a slight party with you. You will be the sales booth in for the American slave superior. ``

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

'' Oh, nothing will pass for another day or so. You have something else to worry about right now. '' Marie stared at him, his big grinning was terrifying. He motioned to the others and they filed out of the room, only Mei stood keister. She refilled the bowls, one with piddle and one with a cruddy salmagundi out of a one-quart bottle. Marie watched the surface of the stadium. Something was moving underneath the fatheaded 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 drank to a greater extent of the water. Her tum 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 dribble started again. She shuffled back to the midsection of the car and laid on her side, trying to get comfortable. It was impossible. Between the belted ammunition around her waist and the dog collar around her neck, something was always digging into her.

She found the most comfortable post possible by half-leaning against the wall. Her peg were sore but she could n't manage to celebrate them still. She tried to kip but the concern prevented it.

Marie looked up at the clock. Six-thirty. Her body would n't stay still. She needed another bowling ball of opium, that would do it. Maybe she could lure Mei to convey 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 throw up, something was wrong. By seven, she was starting to sudate and the cephalalgia was throbbing. She squeezed her center shut, opened them as wide as she could, back and Forth River, trying to fight the pain in the neck. Then it stopped. But, her elbow joint and knee - all of her joints - were aching now. She shook her chief. She 'd accept to wake 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, immorality smiling on his face.

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

'' This is just the beginning, '' Gregor said. She saw his bridge player stroking her hairsbreadth but all she felt was pain. `` Get her in the harness, '' he said. Marie 's head started to pound again. She felt hands lifting her and turning her over, carrying her into the center of the car, attaching her shackled body to chains that hung from the ceiling.

Gregor stood between her wide-open branch and unzipped his pants. He rubbed his cock hard and shoved it into her cunt. She felt it sliding rich inside her and her stomach churned and spasmed. As he fucked her, she leaned her head back and dry-heaved respective times.

'' Ah, yes ! You squeeze your twat 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 trunk scathe 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 lips, pushing them deep into the backrest of her pharynx, 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 60 minutes, from eight until one. Gregor brought whoremaster in for the ten o'clock fuck, told him how much he loved his wife 's snatch and that the betimes onanism fucks 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 Chain and gobs of passengers were treated to the sight as they walked from one end of the train to the other. Some stopped for quick photograph, others pushed finger's breadth or diminished soda bottle into Marie 's splayed and inviting cunt. Gregor was nowhere to be seen. The self-assurance were sealed it was his car and his show but they 'd been paid to work 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. nobody ever pressed charges.

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

The journey continued .