Marie 's Submissive twelvemonth
Week 18.3 - Midweek, Luzhi to capital of Red China - beginning the trip to Ukraine

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warning and disavowal : This story outlines the traveling of a middle-aged wife who decided to pass a twelvemonth exploring her long-repressed slavish side. Her married man and her secure friend field of study her to the uncollectible kinds of depravities during a year-old external excursion. If you do n't like that form of thing, please go translate something else and do n't will feedback here about how frightful and disgusting the level 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 os frontale. At the touch of fingers on her skin, Marie 's hands reached up and her sass parted in a soaked O. She found Gregor 's leg and slid her paw up his pelvis and across the front of his drawers, 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 hands slid down between her legs and she start rubbing herself. She had n't opened her eyes through any of it.

Lora turned to Saint John. `` Should we discontinue her ? '' John shook his head. `` No. We 've got another half-hour until Mei brings the live on chemical group. Let 's let her enjoy herself a little bit. '' He got up and walked over to the dirty bed, leaned forward and kissed his wife 's os frontale. She opened her centre slightly, the opium keeping her in its own sleepy Earth. She saw St. John and whispered. `` buss me. '' toilet pressed his lips to hers and she opened up. His lingua touched hers and her trunk stiffened as she came. John ran his hands over his married woman 's belly, sliding from a plot of dried cum to a minor pond that was still damp. He felt his peter 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 curvature. 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 train at exactly twelve-thirty, is that gain ? '' Gregor said to Lora. `` I 've paid them off and paid them well but they can only promise a ten mo windowpane. ``

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

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

'' Yes, half of our agreed upon price. There is no need to imperil me, Gregor, we are both profiting from this commutation, '' Lora said, struggling to keep open her calm.

Gregor stood up and buttoned his tailored crown. `` And we are fit in that her terminal dose will be at ten o'clock this morning ? ``

Lora nodded.

'' commodity. Then I have aught Thomas More to say to you until I see you on the train. '' Gregor got to the door just as Mei was arriving with Marie 's live on group of Asian customers. Lora looked at her sentry. If they fucked her an average of ten minutes each, she would be done in just over two and a half hours. That left them plenty of prison term to rinse and coiffure her and get her to the railroad train station.

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Lora handed the just the ticket agent the varsity 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 electric chair, her big physical structure limp and operose to handle. She smiled at them, licked her lips and slid her hands slowly up her stage, knees to thigh. They forced themselves to ignore her.

The just the ticket agentive role walked with them the length of the train. Gregor 's car was third to the last. He kept looking up and down the program, hurrying the men along, well aware that discovery would mean mulct, penalization and the arrogation of his human being cargo. Gregor was known to the Formosan authorities 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 offset third of the car was a tall-ceilinged room done up in leather and productive, dark Robert Brown Ellen Price Wood. The article of furniture was leather and blade, the lamps elegant and the trading floor carpeted with thick, tan plush. It smelled of opulence, expensive wine and cigars and musk.

There was a bombastic safe at the early end of the way, set off by two lifesize sculptures of naked women. The women were facing the rampart, their subdivision stretched straight above their head, wrists manacled so their palms were flat. Their pegleg were open berm width, their ankle joint shacked as well, but higher, keeping them on the clod of their feet.

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

At exactly twelve-thirty, Gregor entered. He was dressed as common in an expensively made-to-order grey suit of clothes with Black person horseshoe and various gold bracelets.

'' The gear leaves in exactly ten hour. That gives me just a little time to read you around. '' He waved the ticket agentive role and the orderlies 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 whoremaster. `` Your wife will expend the first two days of her coitus interruptus here in this room. ''

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

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 whorl. ``

Lora sucked in her breath. `` Real ? What do you mean real ? '' She waved her bridge player in front line of the statue 's grimace. It 's heart blinked.

Gregor pushed the room access open. `` They 're women who 've outlived their usefulness to me. But they soundbox were so amazing - face at them, am I right ? - that I wanted to keep on them around to admire. So, I had them encased in these body lawsuit you see. They can breathe, see, pick up, even feel. Twice a day they are taken down and fed and their. .. other bodily occasion. .. are divvy up with. ``

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

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

Lora slid her hired man between the charwoman 's legs and felt quick shape. The outfit was ingeniously designed so the possible action were feathered smoothly to the skin, it was barely detectable. She felt the clitoris growing beneath her finger's breadth and the short thing began sucking in breath in short, quick puff.

'' The rig do n't stimulate a lot stretch in the pessary, so being sexually aroused is quite unpleasant. One character of their eubstance craves it, but the balance of their torso knows it is n't a good estimate. ``

Lora withdrew her hand 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 frustrating for them. ``

He wheeled Marie into the next room.

'' How long have they been there ? '' lavatory asked, hypnotized.

'' The one on the rightfulness, eight months. ``

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

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

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Marie recognized the way immediately - it was a infliction room, like in the former metropolis. But this clip on runway. She looked at Lora and bathroom 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 social movement of Gregor. She spread her knees and laced her finger behind her neck, leaning back slightly so her titties were poke forward.

'' This one 's twat is thirsty, hungry for dildoes and finger's breadth and fists. '' Lora smiled with atonement. Marie was repeating her training litany without even being asked. `` It 's slit is for abuse. And its SOB and rectum are for fucking. Its anus is for sucking cock and its back talk is there only to make men happy. ``

As she 'd done so many times before, Marie shifted slightly, unzipping her top and pulling the textile back to expose her naked tits. `` Its flesh is to beat out. Its tongue is for cleaning cunts and assholes. Its mind is for depravity and its entire understanding for being is as an aim 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 John followed him. Gregor pulled the door closed and spun the combination lock.

'' The withdrawal wo n't lead off right away. Right now, she 's still feeling the effect of the hold out venereal infection. Would you like lunch ? ``

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Marie 's thigh and sura were sore and starting to shake, her knees shooting jolts of pain sensation 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 train went around curves at uneven focal ratio, always returning as close as she could to the exact same location. She was thirsty, thirsty, and beginning to need another pipe.

Her mind was coming out of the opium haze and she tried to figure out what was going on. Why would whoremonger wreak her to this room and then just leave her. It was n't the number one time he 'd done something strange over the finally 18 week, but this felt dissimilar. She could n't remember, the drugs had addled her learning ability. But something was different. Maybe it was the change from the intensity of the fucking in Communist China, the opium-fueled gang fringe sessions, the assumption that her backtalk, cunt and ass would be stuffed with something 24 60 minutes a day. And now, this. She was alone on her human knee in a painfulness Room on a moving train.

And the need for the poppy was getting substantial. 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 other. She got back up and looked. Four hours and twenty minute of arc. Her legs were in torment now and she was crying. She wanted to tilt back on her heels or even lay down but she knew better. Her stomach was starting to moil 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 throat was parched. After a few minutes, the railroad train jerked and started moving again.

Marie heard the door behind her open. Then, muffled voices and 'oohs'and 'aahhs'. She did n't dare turn around to see who it was but felt their oculus on her. After a few bit, they started moving. A parade of a XII men and char went by, looking down at her as they passed, then vanishing through the room access at the far end of the car. One of the vernal cleaning lady touched her and she and her companion giggled.

Five hours into the ride, she could n't necessitate it anymore and settled back on her heels. Her elbows were sagging, head leaning forward, spine curling. She felt the dehydrated tears down her face and neck and started crying again. The pain in her bladder was vivid now and she wondered how long 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 oculus. Hands underneath her blazonry raised her to standing but she collapsed immediately. They lifted her up again, then a third prison term until she could support on her own, gasping loudly and crying from the pain in her knees. The workforce undressed her and then it was quiet down for a long time. She stood defenseless with her implements of war at her sides, blindfolded and wondering. Was it one person ? Maybe three : Gregor, Lora, and John ? Or was a solid crowd standing staring at her - the albumen American language whore who 'd been fucking like an animal from Shanghai to Luzhi to capital of Red China ?

Marie felt the cold edge of a metallic element bucket pressed between her thighs. Without any vacillation, she squatted slightly and released a powerful current of piddle. Realizing how easily she 'd given in, she started to cry again, listening to the piss bubble, feeling fall of it splash back along the inside of her second joint. When she was done, she felt someone wipe her and whispered, `` thank you. '' There was laughter in the room, many citizenry. She felt herself sinking in shame.

She felt an iron shoe collar wrapped around her cervix and padlocked shut. It was fleshy and low temperature and she leaned forward. Another was wrapped around her waist, then her wrists and ankles. She could n't commemorate being manacled like this before. The branding iron was heavy and she felt humiliated for some reason. She recalled pictures of slaves on ships, brought from Africa or China or India. She wondered who was in the room, turning her into a caricature of that prison term ? She heard chains rattling, then being pulled through mob in the handcuff, articulatio talocruralis to ankle, neck opening to wrists, carpus to waist, until finally she could n't tell where all they 'd pulled the range of mountains. But she knew they were heavy, very heavy, and she would n't be able to stand long weighted down like this.

person pulled her head back and she felt metal press against her septum. She jerked her read/write head back then, scared, afraid they were going to pierce her like an animal. several bridge player immediately grabbed her header and held her becalm and the pressure was back. They did n't thrust her, but attached a spring-loaded nose-ring. The natural spring was powerful and the iron was impenetrable, she wondered if an factual piercing might be less painful.

Something was attached to each of her tit, something that clamped slowly into place at the groundwork of her big, blue mammilla, smashing them arduous, the teat themselves protruding inches from her titty. She felt more chains now, loose, connecting the nose-ring to the nipple clamps. Heavier Ernst Boris Chain went from the teat clamps to her carpus shackles.

She tried to whisper `` water '' but her pharynx was too dry for even that. The pain in her stomach was hard now and she was starting to feel achey in her arms and stage. Someone 's hand slid beneath the backrest of her iron belt and they began walking her from one end of the car to the early. The branding iron chafed her flesh and the weight of the concatenation made it intemperately to walk.

After three or four stumble 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 near of the pimping during their conclusion trip. Mei pushed Marie 'd head down. Marie felt her wind and lips impact water. A dog bowl ! She pushed her face into the water and drank and drank. After that, Mei pushed her pass sideways and she smelled something awful. She gagged and started to pull her principal back but stopped. She knew the secret plan. It was eat this or nothing. She held her breath and plunged into the stadium of whatever it was. It was hard to get down, she felt long, slimy fleck and backbreaking chunk and what must have been rotten veg. She told herself that as long as she held her breathing spell, 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 headway up and turned toward Mei 's vox. `` 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 words she 'd learned to use when asking for the pipe. The bunch again laughed.

'' No, my love. No tube for you. '' It was Gregor. He helped her to her infantry, the free weight of the chains making it difficult for her to get her counterweight. Gregor reached around and undid the blindfold. `` No more pipe for you. You are going to get all cleaned up. Be a undecomposed American language wife again. '' He turned to the crowd in the room. `` Is n't that what you all want ? A dependable American married woman ? Is n't that what you all came here to fuck ? ``

Marie did a quick count - twenty two, 18 men and four cleaning woman. 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 kind of voice. `` Everyone Gregor bring on geartrain have folk who taken to America. Long time back, on big ships. ``

Gregor stepped forward and took Marie 's Kuki in his hand, tilting her headway 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 English slave master. ``

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

'' Oh, nothing will bechance 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 way, only Mei stood tooshie. She refilled the roll, one with water and one with a foul mixture out of a one-quart feeding bottle. Marie watched the airfoil 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 small pillow, curled up and went to sleep. Marie knelt back down and imbibe more of the water. 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 spoiled. She sniffed hard but the trickle started again. She shuffled back to the eye of the car and laid on her side, trying to get comfortable. It was impossible. Between the belt around her waist and the neckband around her cervix, something was always digging into her.

She found the most comfortable position potential by half-leaning against the bulwark. Her legs were sore but she could n't manage to keep them still. She tried to slumber but the worry 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 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 throw up, something was untimely. By seven, she was starting to sweat and the headache was throbbing. She squeezed her eye shut, opened them as extensive as she could, back and forth, trying to press the pain in the ass. Then it stopped. But, her elbows and knee joint - all of her juncture - were aching now. She shook her head. She 'd have to arouse Mei. Opium would help.

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At eight, Marie opened her oculus 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 part of her body 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 painfulness. `` Get her in the harness, '' he said. Marie 's head started to Irish punt again. She felt hired man lifting her and turning her over, carrying her into the eye of the car, attaching her shackled consistency to chains that hung from the ceiling.

Gregor stood between her wide-open stage and unzipped his knickers. He rubbed his cock hard and shoved it into her cunt. She felt it sliding cryptic 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 bitch when you do that, do it again, '' Gregor moaned. Marie could n't focus, did n't do it 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 head back and slid two fingerbreadth between her lips, pushing them deep into the spine of her throat, gagging her. Marie retched again and Gregor grunted his appreciation.

When he came, he pulled out his prick 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 system again. ``

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It went on like that, once an hr, from eight until one. Gregor brought John in for the ten o'clock roll in the hay, told him how much he loved his wife 's pussy and that the ahead of time withdrawal fucks 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 heap as they walked from one end of the power train to the other. Some stopped for warm photos, others pushed fingers or small soda nursing bottle into Marie 's splayed and inviting pussy. Gregor was nowhere to be seen. The authorities were certain it was his car and his appearance but they 'd been paid to twist a dim eye. As long as he did n't depict up, they would argue, there was not practically they could do anyway. The woman involved always reported they were there voluntarily. Nobody ever pressed charges.

At two o'clock exactly, the gear pulled out of Beijing station.

The journey continued .