Marie 's Submissive Year
Week 18.3 - Wednesday, Luzhi to Beijing - beginning the trip to Ukraine

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warning and disavowal : This story outlines the travels of a middle-aged wife who decided to drop a year exploring her long-repressed submissive side. Her husband and her best friend subject her to the worst variety of corruption during a year-old international junket. If you do n't wish that form of thing, please go understand something else and do n't depart feedback here about how horrifying 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 hair back off of her frontal bone. At the mite of finger's breadth on her skin, Marie 's hands reached up and her sass parted in a blotto O. She found Gregor 's leg and slid her hands up his hips and across the nominal head of his bloomers, making a bee-line for his zipper.

'' Amazing ! '' he said with a big grinning. `` 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 John. `` Should we stop her ? '' John shook his head. `` No. We 've got another half-hour until Mei brings the last group. Let 's let her savor herself a little bit. '' He got up and walked over to the dirty bed, leaned forward and kissed his married woman 's forehead. She opened her eyes slightly, the opium keeping her in its own sleepy humanity. She saw John and whispered. `` Kiss me. '' John pressed his lips to hers and she opened up. His lingua touched hers and her body stiffened as she came. John ran his script over his married woman 's belly, sliding from a patch of dried cum to a small pool that was still muffle. 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 last 12 men Mei was bringing. After that, Marie would be turned over to Gregor and they 'd allow Luzhi, probably forever.

'' I want her on the Beijing string at exactly twelve-thirty, is that clear ? '' Gregor said to Lora. `` I 've paid them off and paid them well but they can only predict a ten minute windowpane. ``

'' 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 thousand Euro 's coif things. And you have the ten thousand US dollars down payment. ``

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

Gregor stood up and buttoned his bespoke cap. `` And we are match that her utmost window pane will be at ten o'clock this morn ? ``

Lora nodded.

'' Good. Then I have nothing more to say to you until I see you on the train. '' Gregor got to the room access just as Mei was arriving with Marie 's survive 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 half hour. That left them tidy sum of fourth dimension to wash and dress her and get her to the railroad train 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 digit and two hospital attendant came running. `` Bring madam to Mr. Gregor 's car. Use wheelchair, she not stabilize. '' They helped her into the chair, her big body hitch and backbreaking to handle. She smiled at them, licked her lips and slid her paw slowly up her peg, knees to thigh. They forced themselves to snub her.

The just the ticket factor walked with them the distance of the train. Gregor 's car was third to the final. He kept looking up and down the platform, hurrying the men along, well cognisant that breakthrough would mean fine, punishment and the arrogation of his human cargo. Gregor was known to the Formosan administration and it would not do the be found helping him with one of his adventures.

The raise brought the wheelchair up and they rolled her in. Gregor 's car was luxurioius. The first third gear of the car was a tall-ceilinged way done up in leather and copious, dark Brown woodwind. The furniture was leather and steel, 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 large rubber at the other end of the room, set off by two life-sized sculptures of naked womanhood. The cleaning lady were facing the wall, their arms stretched straight above their chief, wrists manacled so their palms were flat. Their legs were open berm width, their ankles shacked as well, but high-pitched, keeping them on the Lucille Ball of their feet.

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

At exactly twelve-thirty, Gregor entered. He was dressed as usual in an expensively tailored Second Earl Grey suit with black shoes and several gold bracelets.

'' The train leaves in exactly ten arcminute. That gives me just a picayune time to register you around. '' He waved the ticket agent and the hospital attendant away, handing each of them a lot of currency. They bowed and scraped their way out of the car.

Gregor wheeled Marie across the elbow room. He looked at John. `` Your wife will drop the first two Clarence Day of her coitus interruptus here in this way. ''

Marie looked up dumbly at John. She was still high from the ten o'clock Venus's curse but she knew enough to be anxious. `` John ? '' John leaned down and kissed her. She leaned forward and opened her sassing, 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 actual, '' Gregor said disinterestedly. He leaned over and turned the tumbler on the big compounding lock. ``

Lora sucked in her breath. `` Real ? What do you have in mind real number ? '' She waved her handwriting in front of the statue 's face. It 's heart blinked.

Gregor pushed the door loose. `` They 're women who 've outlived their usefulness to me. But they bodies were so beat - look at them, am I right ? - that I wanted to keep them around to admire. So, I had them encased in these body courting you see. They can breathe, see, hear, even feel. Twice a day they are taken down and fed and their. .. early bodily functions. .. are dealt with. ``

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

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

Lora slid her hand between the womanhood 's branch and felt warm flesh. The rig was ingeniously designed so the gap were feathered smoothly to the peel, it was barely noticeable. She felt the clitoris growing beneath her finger and the pitiful affair began sucking in breathing space in short, quick puff.

'' The outfit do n't have a good deal stretch in the pessary, so being sexually aroused is quite unpleasant. One division of their trunk craves it, but the rest of their consistency knows it is n't a good thought. ``

Lora withdrew her hired man and watched fascinated as the woman 's breathing place slowed back to formula. 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 ? '' toilet asked, hypnotized.

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

'' That 's terrible, '' 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 door behind them.

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Marie recognized the way immediately - it was a pain in the neck Room, like in the early cities. But this time on rails. She looked at Lora and John then at Gregor. Even through her opium daze, it was all very clear. Without waiting for anyone to speak, she stood up and dropped to her knees in front of Gregor. She spread her knee and laced her finger behind her neck opening, leaning back slightly so her tit were push forward.

'' This one 's pussy is hungry, athirst for dildoes and digit and fists. '' Lora smiled with satisfaction. Marie was repeating her training Litany without even being asked. `` It 's puss is for maltreatment. And its asshole and rectum are for fucking. Its anus is for sucking dick and its mouth is there only to take a crap men happy. ``

As she 'd done so many times before, Marie shifted slightly, unzipping her top and pulling the material back to break her naked bosom. `` Its flesh is to beat. Its spit is for cleaning cunts and whoreson. Its nous is for depravity and its entire intellect 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. ``

'' Stay like that, '' he said calmly, then turned and walked back into the other way. Lora and can followed him. Gregor pulled the doorway closed and spun the combination lock.

'' The withdrawal wo n't set out right away. Right now, she 's still feeling the effects of the last dose. Would you like tiffin ? ``

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Marie 's thighs and calves were sore and starting to shake, her knees shooting jerk 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 multiplication as the train went around bend at scratchy speeds, always returning as close as she could to the exact same position. She was athirst, thirsty, and beginning to want another pipe.

Her psyche was coming out of the opium haze and she tried to figure out what was going on. Why would bathroom bring her to this room and then just go away her. It was n't the first time he 'd done something strange over the lastly 18 hebdomad, but this felt unlike. She could n't believe, the drugs had addled her brainiac. But something was unlike. Maybe it was the change from the chroma of the fucking in China, the opium-fueled gang bang seance, the assumption that her mouth, puss and ass would be stuffed with something 24 time of day a day. And now, this. She was alone on her knees in a botheration room on a moving train.

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

The train slowed to a occlusion and she fell over as the coupler jerked against each other. She got back up and looked. Four hours and XX moment. Her stage 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 abdomen was starting to roil and she needed to pee. She could n't call back the hold out time she 'd feed, the in conclusion time she 'd wanted to eat. But her throat was parched. After a few minutes, the caravan jerked and started moving again.

Marie heard the doorway behind her open air. Then, muffled vocalisation and 'oohs'and 'aahhs'. She did n't dare turn 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 doorway at the far end of the car. One of the untested women touched her and she and her fellow giggled.

Five hours into the ride, she could n't take it anymore and settled back on her bounder. Her cubitus were sagging, header leaning forward, spine curling. She felt the dried tears down her cheeks and cervix and started crying again. The pain in her bladder was acute now and she wondered how long she could stand firm the urge to wet the carpet.

The door opened again. This time, individual 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 meter until she could suffer on her own, gasping loudly and crying from the pain in the ass in her knees. The hands undressed her and then it was quiet for a recollective time. She stood naked with her arms at her sides, blindfolded and wondering. Was it one person ? Maybe three : Gregor, Lora, and John ? Or was a wholly bunch standing staring at her - the White American fancy woman who 'd been fucking like an creature from Shanghai to Luzhi to Beijing ?

Marie felt the cold border of a metal bucket pressed between her thigh. Without any hesitation, she squatted slightly and released a powerful flow of piss. Realizing how easily she 'd given in, she started to cry again, listening to the weewee house of cards, feeling dip of it splash back along the inside of her thighs. When she was done, she felt someone wipe her and whispered, `` thank you. '' There was laughter in the room, many people. She felt herself sinking in shame.

She felt an iron dog collar wrapped around her cervix and padlocked shut. It was heavy and insensate and she leaned forward. Another was wrapped around her waist, then her carpus and ankle. 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 hard worker on ships, brought from Africa or China or India. She wondered who was in the room, turning her into a caricature of that metre ? She heard chains rattling, then being pulled through rings in the manacle, articulatio talocruralis to ankle, neck to wrist, wrist joint to waist, until finally she could n't tell where all they 'd root for the chains. But she knew they were heavy, very heavy, and she would n't be capable to stand long weighted down like this.

Someone pulled her head back and she felt metal pressing against her septum. She jerked her read/write head back then, scared, afraid they were going to pierce her like an fauna. several hands immediately grabbed her pass and held her steadfast and the pressure was back. They did n't pierce her, but attached a spring-loaded nose-ring. The spring was brawny and the iron was heavy, she wondered if an literal piercing might be to a lesser extent painful.

Something was attached to each of her nipples, something that clamped slowly into place at the alkali of her big, black pap, smashing them hard, the mamilla themselves protruding inches from her titties. She felt more Ernst Boris Chain now, lighter, connecting the nose-ring to the nipple clinch. Heavier range 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 stomach was hard now and she was starting to find achey in her subdivision and wooden leg. Someone 's helping hand slid beneath the spinal column 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 free weight of the chains made it tough to take the air.

After three or four stumble through the car, her leader pushed her to her stifle. Marie heard the vocalization say `` you drink ''. It was Mei, the one who 'd done well-nigh of the pimping during their last misstep. Mei pushed Marie 'd point down. Marie felt her nose and sass touch body of water. 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 word back but stopped. She knew the game. 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, despicable bits and hard clump and what must have been crappy vegetables. 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.

Crying again, she lifted her head up and turned toward Mei 's interpreter. `` Yong ? Yong ? Fei ? '' she whispered. `` You ask louder, '' Mei said, pulling her whisker and turning her back toward the rest of the room. Marie repeated the tidings she 'd learned to use when asking for the pipage. The bunch again laughed.

'' No, my beloved. No pipe for you. '' It was Gregor. He helped her to her substructure, the exercising weight of the chains making it hard for her to get her counterbalance. Gregor reached around and undid the blindfold. `` No more organ pipe for you. You are going to get all cleaned up. Be a sound American wife again. '' He turned to the crowd in the elbow room. `` Is n't that what you all want ? A good American wife ? Is n't that what you all came here to get laid ? ``

Marie did a quick count - 20 two, eighteen men and four fair sex. Only about one-half of them Asian, the others Amerindian language or Pakistani. All shabbily dressed, all staring and laughing.

'' I tell you about strand now, '' Mei said in a tour-guide sort 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 hand, tilting her headway back. She felt dizzy and nearly fell over. She was getting a headache.

'' And I have invited them to have got a little party with you. You will be the outdoor stage in for the American hard worker master. ``

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

'' Oh, nix will go on for another day or so. You have something else to worry about right now. '' Marie stared at him, his big smiling was terrifying. He motioned to the others and they filed out of the way, only Mei stood buns. She refilled the stadium, one with water and one with a foul admixture out of a one-quart bottle. Marie watched the surface of the pipe bowl. Something was moving underneath the loggerheaded gruel. She gagged again.

Mei went to the far end of the car and settled onto a little pillow, curled up and went to catch some Z's. Marie knelt back down and drank 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 worse. She sniffed hard but the trickle started again. She shuffled back to the centre of the car and laid on her side, trying to get comfortable. It was impossible. Between the swath around her shank and the leash around her neck, something was always digging into her.

She found the most comfortable position possible by half-leaning against the wall. Her legs were sore but she could n't wangle to retain them still. She tried to sleep but the headache prevented it.

Marie looked up at the clock. Six-thirty. Her dead 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 raging. 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 eyes shut, opened them as panoptic as she could, back and Forth River, trying to campaign the painful sensation. Then it stopped. But, her elbows and knee - all of her spliff - were aching now. She shook her head. She 'd receive to wake Mei. Opium would help.

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At eight, Marie opened her centre 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 offset, '' Gregor said. She saw his helping hand stroking her hair but all she felt was pain. `` Get her in the harness, '' he said. Marie 's head started to Pound again. She felt manus lifting her and turning her over, carrying her into the center of the car, attaching her shackle trunk to irons that hung from the ceiling.

Gregor stood between her lawless peg and unzipped his pants. He rubbed his cock hard and shoved it into her twat. She felt it sliding deeper inside her and her tummy churned and spasmed. As he fucked her, she leaned her head back and dry-heaved respective times.

'' Ah, yes ! You squeeze your cunt when you do that, do it again, '' Gregor moaned. Marie could n't focus, did n't roll in the hay what was going on, only that her body hurt everywhere and this man was fucking her. `` helper her along, '' he said to Mei. Mei pulled Marie 's foreland back and slid two fingers between her lips, pushing them deep into the back of her throat, gagging her. Marie retched again and Gregor grunted his appreciation.

When he came, he pulled out his putz 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 body of water again. ``

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It went on like that, once an time of day, from eight until one. Gregor brought whoremonger in for the ten o'clock fuck, told him how much he loved his wife 's twat and that the ahead of time withdrawal fucks were certainly worth the money. He could n't expect until she was deeper into it, in a day or two.

Just before two in the morning, the caravan pulled into Peiping. Marie was suspended upside down in her range of mountains and scores of passenger were treated to the raft as they walked from one end of the power train to the early. Some stopped for nimble picture, others pushed fingers or small soda bottles into Marie 's splayed and inviting cunt. Gregor was nowhere to be seen. The authorities were sealed it was his car and his show but they 'd been paid to turn 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 train pulled out of capital of Red China place.

The journey continued .