Marie 's submissive Year
Week 18.3 - Midweek, Luzhi to Beijing - beginning the trip-up to Ukrayina

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WARNING and DISCLAIMER : This fib outlines the travelling of a middle-aged wife who decided to pass a twelvemonth exploring her long-repressed submissive side. Her husband and her near friend subject her to the spoiled sort of depravities during a year-old international junket. If you do n't like that sort of thing, please go understand something else and do n't leave feedback here about how horrifying and disgusting the tale 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 forehead. At the touch of fingers on her peel, Marie 's bridge player reached up and her lip parted in a stiff O. She found Gregor 's leg and slid her hands up his hips and across the front of his gasp, 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 stage and she start rubbing herself. She had n't opened her eyes through any of it.

Lora turned to John. `` Should we arrest her ? '' John shook his head. `` No. We 've got another half-hour until Mei brings the last radical. Let 's let her savour 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 middle slightly, the opium keeping her in its own sleepy cosmos. She saw lavatory and whispered. `` Kiss me. '' King John pressed his lips to hers and she opened up. His clapper touched hers and her body stiffened as she came. trick ran his hands over his wife 's belly, sliding from a dapple of dried cum to a small syndicate that was still damp. He felt his shaft getting hard. He looked at Lora, sitting at the table negotiating with Gregor. She was wearing an ankle-length skintight frock that showed off every curve. He was going to enjoy fucking her later, while his wife was servicing the final dozen men Mei was bringing. After that, Marie would be turned over to Gregor and they 'd go forth Luzhi, probably forever.

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

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

'' You understand that not only will you not be paid, but I will get after you. I have already spent more than five K Euro 's order things. And you have the ten thousand US dollar sign depository. ``

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

Gregor stood up and buttoned his tailored jacket. `` And we are hold that her finale dose will be at ten o'clock this morning ? ``

Lora nodded.

'' Good. Then I have nothing more than to say to you until I see you on the train. '' Gregor got to the door just as Mei was arriving with Marie 's last-place mathematical group of Asian customers. Lora looked at her lookout. If they fucked her an norm of ten minutes each, she would be done in just over two and a half hours. That left them plenty of time to wash and line up her and get her to the gear station.

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Lora handed 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 ma'am to Mr. Gregor 's car. Use wheelchair, she not unbendable. '' They helped her into the chairman, her big physical structure limp and hard to handle. She smiled at them, licked her rim and slid her script slowly up her legs, knees to thighs. They forced themselves to ignore her.

The ticket agent walked with them the length of the caravan. Gregor 's car was one-third to the last. He kept looking up and down the chopine, hurrying the men along, well aware that discovery would entail fines, penalisation 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 cosmetic surgery brought the wheelchair up and they rolled her in. Gregor 's car was luxurioius. The first third of the car was a tall-ceilinged way done up in leather and copious, wickedness brown wood. The furniture was leather and sword, the lamps elegant and the floor carpeted with thick, tan plush. It smelled of luxury, expensive vino and cigars and musk.

There was a with child rubber at the former end of the room, set off by two lifesize sculptures of nude char. The women were facing the rampart, their arms stretched straight above their head, wrists manacled so their ribbon were bland. Their legs were subject shoulder width, their ankles shacked as well, but gamy, keeping them on the testicle of their feet.

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

At exactly twelve-thirty, Gregor entered. He was dressed as usual in an expensively tailored grey suit of clothes with disastrous shoes and various gold bracelets.

'' The train leaves in exactly ten min. That gives me just a little meter to usher you around. '' He waved the ticket agentive role and the orderlies away, handing each of them a push-down stack of currency. They bowed and scraped their way out of the car.

Gregor wheeled Marie across the way. He looked at lavatory. `` Your wife will spend the low two Clarence Shepard Day Jr. of her detachment here in this room. ''

Marie looked up dumbly at lav. She was still high from the ten o'clock STD but she knew enough to be anxious. `` privy ? '' 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 kiss, 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 roller on the big combination lock. ``

Lora sucked in her breath. `` real ? What do you think of real ? '' She waved her hand in front end of the statue 's case. It 's center blinked.

Gregor pushed the door open. `` They 're cleaning lady who 've outlived their usefulness to me. But they bodies were so amazing - look at them, am I right ? - that I wanted to sustain them around to look up to. So, I had them encased in these body courting you see. They can breathe, see, see, even feel. Twice a day they are taken down and fed and their. .. other bodily office. .. are dish out with. ``

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

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

Lora slid her hand between the adult female 's legs and felt warm figure. The outfit was ingeniously designed so the curtain raising were feathered smoothly to the tegument, it was barely obtrusive. She felt the clitoris growing beneath her finger and the wretched thing began sucking in breath in short, fast puff.

'' The outfits do n't have much stretch in the diaphragm, so being sexually aroused is quite unpleasant. One part of their body craves it, but the relief of their organic structure knows it is n't a good approximation. ``

Lora withdrew her hand and watched fascinated as the fair sex 's breath 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 ? '' 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 years. Her trunk hardly shows it, does it ? '' He closed the room access behind them.

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Marie recognized the elbow room immediately - it was a Pain elbow room, like in the early urban center. But this time on rail. She looked at Lora and lavatory then at Gregor. Even through her opium haze, it was all very clear. Without waiting for anyone to address, she stood up and dropped to her knees in social movement of Gregor. She spread her human knee and laced her fingers behind her neck opening, leaning back slightly so her titty were thrust forward.

'' This one 's twat is hungry, hungry for dildoes and finger's breadth and fist. '' Lora smiled with satisfaction. Marie was repeating her preparation litany without even being asked. `` It 's cunt is for ill-treatment. And its asshole and rectum are for fucking. Its anus is for sucking cock and its lip is there only to make men happy. ``

As she 'd done so many clock time before, Marie shifted slightly, unzipping her top and pulling the material back to expose her naked bosom. `` Its physique is to quiver. Its tongue is for cleaning cunts and son of a bitch. Its judgment is for putrefaction and its entire reason for being is as an object of joy. '' She raised her eyes and looked directly at Gregor. `` You may use me any way you like. ``

'' halt 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 withdrawal wo n't begin right away. Right now, she 's still feeling the outcome 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 jolts of pain down to her ankles and up her vertebral column. She tried hard not to look up at the clock but failed. Two and a one-half hours already. She 'd fallen over three times as the wagon train went around curved shape at uneven pep pill, always returning as close as she could to the precise Saami location. She was hungry, thirsty, and beginning to want another pipe.

Her mind was coming out of the opium daze and she tried to figure out what was going on. Why would John make for her to this way and then just pull up stakes her. It was n't the initiative sentence he 'd done something strange over the live on 18 weeks, but this felt unlike. She could n't conceive, the drugs had addled her brainpower. But something was unlike. Maybe it was the change from the intensity of the piece of tail in People's Republic of China, the opium-fueled gang bang sessions, the assumption that her back talk, cunt and ass would be stuffed with something 24 hr a day. And now, this. She was alone on her knee in a painfulness room on a moving train.

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

The string 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 minutes. 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 churn and she needed to pee. She could n't call up the endure time she 'd run through, the last-place time she 'd wanted to eat. But her throat was parched. After a few minutes, the 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 eyes on her. After a few moments, they started moving. A parade of a dozen men and cleaning woman 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.

quintuplet hours into the drive, she could n't lead it anymore and settled back on her heels. Her cubital joint were sagging, head leaning forward, spine curling. She felt the dehydrated bust down her boldness and neck and started crying again. The pain in the ass in her vesica was intense now and she wondered how retentive she could resist the urge to wet the carpet.

The door opened again. This meter, soul came up behind her and wrapped a blindfold around her oculus. Hands underneath her weapons system raised her to standing but she collapsed immediately. They lifted her up again, then a third time until she could place upright on her own, gasping loudly and crying from the pain in her human knee. The workforce undressed her and then it was quiet for a farseeing sentence. She stood naked with her blazonry at her side, blindfolded and wondering. Was it one soul ? Maybe three : Gregor, Lora, and John ? Or was a whole crowd standing staring at her - the white American bawd who 'd been fucking like an animal from Shanghai to Luzhi to Peiping ?

Marie felt the low temperature edge of a metal bucket pressed between her thighs. Without any hesitation, she squatted slightly and released a hefty current of pissing. Realizing how easily she 'd given in, she started to cry again, listening to the piss bubble, feeling pearl of it splash back along the insides of her thighs. When she was done, she felt mortal wipe her and whispered, `` thank you. '' There was laughter in the room, many people. She felt herself sinking in shame.

She felt an smoothing iron shoe collar wrapped around her neck and padlocked shut. It was intemperate 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 heavy and she felt humiliated for some ground. She recalled pictures of striver on ships, brought from Africa or mainland China or India. She wondered who was in the room, turning her into a caricature of that fourth dimension ? She heard Ernst Boris Chain rattling, then being pulled through anchor ring in the handlock, ankle to ankle, neck to wrists, carpus to waist, until finally she could n't say where all they 'd displume the chains. But she knew they were lowering, very with child, and she would n't be able to abide long weight down 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 pierce her like an animal. Several hands immediately grabbed her psyche and held her steady and the imperativeness was back. They did n't pierce her, but attached a spring-loaded nose-ring. The spring was powerful and the iron was heavy, she wondered if an factual piercing might be less painful.

Something was attached to each of her nipples, something that clamped slowly into place at the floor of her big, dark pap, smashing them gruelling, the teat themselves protruding in from her titties. She felt more chains now, lighter, connecting the nose-ring to the nipple clamps. Heavier chains went from the nipple clamps to her wrist shackles.

She tried to whisper `` water '' but her throat was too dry for even that. The pain in the neck in her stomach was inviolable now and she was starting to find achey in her subdivision and legs. Someone 's hand slid beneath the back of her iron bang and they began walking her from one end of the car to the other. The atomic number 26 chafed her flesh and the weight of the concatenation made it hard to take the air.

After three or four trip-up through the car, her leader pushed her to her knees. Marie heard the vox say `` you drink ''. It was Mei, the one who 'd done most of the pimping during their lastly head trip. Mei pushed Marie 'd channelize down. Marie felt her nose and rim touch water. A dog bowl ! She pushed her look into the water and drank and drank. After that, Mei pushed her headland sideways and she smelled something awful. She gagged and started to deplumate her head back but stopped. She knew the plot. It was eat this or nothing. She held her breath and plunged into the bowl of whatever it was. It was hard to get down, she felt long, slimy bit and hard chunks and what must have been decayed 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.

weeping again, she lifted her head up and turned toward Mei 's voice. `` Yong ? Yong ? Fei ? '' she whispered. `` You ask gimcrack, '' Mei said, pulling her hair and turning her back toward the residual of the room. Marie repeated the words she 'd learned to use when asking for the pipe. The crowd again laughed.

'' No, my dear. No organ pipe for you. '' It was Gregor. He helped her to her feet, the weight of the chains making it unmanageable for her to get her balance. Gregor reached around and undid the blindfold. `` No more pipe for you. You are going to get all cleaned up. Be a safe American language wife again. '' He turned to the gang in the way. `` Is n't that what you all want ? A right American married woman ? Is n't that what you all came here to fuck ? ``

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

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

Gregor stepped forward and took Marie 's Kuki-Chin in his paw, tilting her head back. She felt dizzy and nearly fell over. She was getting a headache.

'' And I have invited them to own a niggling party with you. You will be the stand in for the American English hard worker master copy. ``

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

'' Oh, zippo will happen for another day or so. You have something else to concern 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 hind end. She refilled the sports stadium, one with piddle and one with a pollute mixture out of a one-quart bottle. Marie watched the surface of the stadium. 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 slumber. Marie knelt back down and salute more of the water. Her stomach was in bother 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 middle of the car and laid on her side, trying to get comfortable. It was impossible. Between the whang around her shank and the collar around her neck, something was always digging into her.

She found the most comfy position potential by half-leaning against the wall. Her peg were sore but she could n't deal to keep them still. She tried to sleep but the headache prevented it.

Marie looked up at the clock. Six-thirty. Her body would n't stay still. She needed another roll of opium, that would do it. Maybe she could entice Mei to bring her some. But Mei was asleep. If she woke her, she 'd be wild. So, she waited. Six-forty. Six-fifty. Marie felt like she wanted to have up, something was incorrectly. By seven, she was starting to sweat and the concern was throbbing. She squeezed her eyes shut, opened them as wide as she could, back and forth, trying to crusade the annoyance. Then it stopped. But, her elbows and knees - all of her joints - were aching now. She shook her headland. She 'd have to waken Mei. Opium would help.

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At eight, Marie opened her middle and found Gregor just inches from her face.

'' How are we feeling ? '' he whispered, a big, iniquity smile 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 hired man stroking her tomentum 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 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 pants. He rubbed his cock hard and shoved it into her cunt. She felt it sliding deeper inside her and her tum 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 a go at it what was going on, only that her soundbox hurt everywhere and this man was fucking her. `` supporter her along, '' he said to Mei. Mei pulled Marie 's nous back and slid two fingers between her lips, pushing them deep into the spinal column of her throat, gagging her. Marie retched again and Gregor grunted his appreciation.

When he came, he pulled out his rooster and hurried to the threshold, `` I have to write 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 hour, from eight until one. Gregor land John in for the ten o'clock screwing, told him how much he loved his married woman 's pussy and that the early withdrawal shag were certainly deserving 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 wagon train pulled into Peking. Marie was suspended upside down in her mountain range and dozens of passenger were treated to the sight as they walked from one end of the railroad train to the other. Some stopped for quick exposure, others pushed fingers or small soda bottleful into Marie 's splayed and inviting pussy. Gregor was nowhere to be seen. The sureness were certain it was his car and his show but they 'd been paid to release a dim eye. As long as he did n't picture up, they would argue, there was not a great deal they could do anyway. The woman involved always reported they were there voluntarily. nobody ever pressed charges.

At two o'clock exactly, the train pulled out of Peking station.

The journey continued .