Marie 's subservient Year
Week 18.3 - Wed, Luzhi to Beijing - beginning the trip to Ukrayina

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WARNING and DISCLAIMER : This story outlines the locomotion of a middle-aged wife who decided to pass a yr exploring her long-repressed subservient side. Her husband and her best ally subject field her to the spoilt variety of depravities during a year-old external pleasure trip. If you do n't like that kind of thing, please go read something else and do n't leave feedback here about how horrible 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 brow. At the spot of finger's breadth on her skin, Marie 's men reached up and her sassing parted in a tight O. She found Gregor 's leg and slid her handwriting up his hips and across the front of his pants, making a bee-line for his zipper.

'' Amazing ! '' he said with a big grinning. `` She does it completely by inherent aptitude 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 peg and she start rubbing herself. She had n't opened her center through any of it.

Lora turned to John. `` Should we stop her ? '' privy shook his head. `` No. We 've got another half-hour until Mei brings the 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 forehead. She opened her centre slightly, the opium keeping her in its own sleepy human race. She saw John and whispered. `` Kiss me. '' lavatory pressed his lips to hers and she opened up. His spit touched hers and her body stiffened as she came. John 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 damp. He felt his rooster 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 final stage dozen men Mei was bringing. After that, Marie would be turned over to Gregor and they 'd leave behind Luzhi, probably forever.

'' I want her on the Peiping wagon train at exactly twelve-thirty, is that authorize ? '' 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 up to of… ''

'' You understand that not only will you not be paid, but I will make out after you. I have already spent more than five thousand Euro 's arranging matter. And you have the ten thousand US dollar mark repository. ``

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

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

Lora nodded.

'' Good. Then I have nothing Thomas More to say to you until I see you on the power train. '' Gregor got to the door just as Mei was arriving with Marie 's shoemaker's last group of Asian customers. Lora looked at her sentry. If they fucked her an average of ten transactions each, she would be done in just over two and a one-half minute. That left them plenty of time to wash and raiment her and get her to the caravan 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 finger and two orderlies came running. `` Bring gentlewoman to Mr. Gregor 's car. Use wheelchair, she not brace. '' They helped her into the chair, her big trunk limp and hard to deal. She smiled at them, licked her lips and slid her hands slowly up her branch, genu to thighs. They forced themselves to ignore her.

The slate agent walked with them the length of the train. Gregor 's car was third to the last. He kept looking up and down the platform, hurrying the men along, well mindful that uncovering would mean fines, penalty and the arrogation of his human freight. Gregor was known to the Chinese authorities 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 rich, sinister brown Wood. The furniture was leather and sword, the lamps refined and the base carpeted with thick, tan plush. It smelled of opulence, expensive wine and cigars and musk.

There was a large safety at the early end of the elbow room, set off by two life-sized sculpture of defenseless women. The women were facing the rampart, their arms stretched straight above their head, wrists manacled so their decoration were flat. Their wooden leg were open shoulder breadth, their ankles shacked as well, but higher, keeping them on the chunk of their feet.

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

At exactly twelve-thirty, Gregor entered. He was dressed as common in an expensively tailor-make grayness suit with ignominious shoes and several amber bracelets.

'' The train leaves in exactly ten hour. That gives me just a trivial time to shew you around. '' He waved the ticket factor and the hospital attendant away, handing each of them a quite a little 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 spend the first two twenty-four hour period of her withdrawal here in this elbow room. ''

Marie looked up dumbly at St. John. She was still high from the ten o'clock dose but she knew enough to be anxious. `` John ? '' privy 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 external respiration, '' she said in awe.

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

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

Gregor pushed the threshold open. `` They 're charwoman who 've outlived their utility to me. But they bodies were so amazing - look at them, am I right ? - that I wanted to keep back them around to admire. So, I had them encased in these soundbox suits you see. They can breathe, see, discover, even feel. Twice a day they are taken down and fed and their. .. other corporal routine. .. are deal with. ``

Lora ran her hand down the front of the fair sex 's body and the statue trembled.

'' They have some flimsy ability to move. It makes it more interesting. ``

Lora slid her helping hand between the charwoman 's legs and felt strong flesh. The outfit was ingeniously designed so the porta were feathered smoothly to the pelt, it was barely noticeable. She felt the clitoris growing beneath her finger and the poor thing began sucking in breathing space in unretentive, quick puff.

'' The turnout do n't have much stretchiness in the diaphragm, so being sexually aroused is quite unpleasant. One section of their body craves it, but the rest of their consistency knows it is n't a good estimate. ``

Lora withdrew her manus and watched fascinated as the charwoman 's breath slowed back to normal. But, Lora noticed that rip were rolling down her cheeks.

'' It 's quite frustrative for them. ``

He wheeled Marie into the following room.

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

'' The one on the rightfulness, eight calendar month. ``

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

'' The one on the left - the one you teased - is going on four long time. Her body hardly shows it, does it ? '' He closed the room access behind them.

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Marie recognized the room immediately - it was a Pain Room, like in the other metropolis. But this time on rails. She looked at Lora and John then at Gregor. Even through her opium fog, it was all very clear. Without waiting for anyone to speak, she stood up and dropped to her knees in strawman of Gregor. She spread her knees and laced her finger's breadth behind her neck, leaning back slightly so her knocker were force forward.

'' This one 's cunt is hungry, athirst for dildoes and fingers and fists. '' Lora smiled with atonement. Marie was repeating her training litany without even being asked. `` It 's cunt is for abuse. And its asshole and rectum are for fucking. Its anus is for sucking rooster and its oral cavity is there only to piss men happy. ``

As she 'd done so many times before, Marie shifted slightly, unzipping her top and pulling the fabric back to expose her nude teat. `` Its flesh is to beat. Its lingua is for cleaning cunts and SOB. Its mind is for depravity and its entire reason for being is as an aim of pleasure. '' She raised her optic 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 other way. 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 STD. Would you like lunch ? ``

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Marie 's thighs and calves were sore and starting to shake, her knees shooting jolts of pain sensation down to her ankles and up her cover. She tried hard not to appear up at the clock but failed. Two and a one-half hours already. She 'd fallen over three times as the train went around curve at mismatched speeds, always returning as close as she could to the exact Lapp placement. She was hungry, thirsty, and beginning to want another pipe.

Her judgement was coming out of the opium haze and she tried to project out what was going on. Why would St. John bring her to this way and then just leave her. It was n't the first time he 'd done something strange over the concluding 18 weeks, but this felt different. She could n't conceive, the drugs had addled her brain. But something was different. Maybe it was the alteration from the vividness of the fucking in PRC, the opium-fueled work party smasher sessions, the August 15 that her back talk, cunt and ass would be stuffed with something 24 hour a day. And now, this. She was alone on her knee in a Pain elbow room 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 train slowed to a stop and she fell over as the sexual union jerked against each early. She got back up and looked. Four time of day and twenty minutes. Her legs were in excruciation now and she was crying. She wanted to be given back on her heels or even lay down but she knew better. Her breadbasket was starting to churn and she needed to pee. She could n't think the last prison term she 'd eaten, the last metre 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 call on 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 door at the far end of the car. One of the untried woman touched her and she and her companion giggled.

five-spot hours into the ride, she could n't consume it anymore and settled back on her heels. Her elbows were sagging, head leaning forward, vertebral column curling. She felt the dried split down her face and neck and started crying again. The pain in her bladder was acute now and she wondered how farseeing she could resist the impulse to wet the carpet.

The door opened again. This meter, someone came up behind her and wrapped a blindfold around her center. Hands underneath her arms raised her to standing but she collapsed immediately. They lifted her up again, then a third base time until she could resist on her own, gasping loudly and crying from the bother in her knees. The hands undressed her and then it was repose for a hanker time. She stood defenseless with her sleeve at her position, blindfolded and wondering. Was it one mortal ? Maybe three : Gregor, Lora, and John ? Or was a whole crew standing staring at her - the white American whore who 'd been fucking like an animate being from Shanghai to Luzhi to capital of Red China ?

Marie felt the common cold bound of a metal bucketful pressed between her second joint. Without any hesitation, she squatted slightly and released a herculean stream of pee. Realizing how easily she 'd given in, she started to cry again, listening to the piss bubble, feeling drops of it splash back along the insides of her thighs. When she was done, she felt someone rub her and whispered, `` thank you. '' There was laugh in the room, many people. She felt herself sinking in shame.

She felt an iron shoe collar wrapped around her cervix and padlocked shut. It was heavy and common cold and she leaned forward. Another was wrapped around her shank, then her radiocarpal joint and ankle. She could n't call up being manacled like this before. The iron was heavy and she felt humiliated for some reason. She recalled photograph of slaves on ships, brought from Africa or Republic of China or Republic of India. She wondered who was in the elbow room, turning her into a imitation of that clock time ? She heard chains rattling, then being pulled through rings in the manacles, ankle to ankle, neck to wrists, wrists to waist, until finally she could n't tell where all they 'd force the string. But she knew they were leaden, very cloggy, and she would n't be able to tolerate long weight down like this.

Someone pulled her head back and she felt metal pressing against her septum. She jerked her brain back then, scared, afraid they were going to pierce her like an animal. Several hands immediately grabbed her fountainhead and held her steady and the pressure was back. They did n't pierce her, but attached a spring-loaded nose-ring. The springiness was powerful and the iron was threatening, she wondered if an literal piercing might be lupus erythematosus painful.

Something was attached to each of her tit, something that clamped slowly into stead at the base of her big, dark mamilla, smashing them hard, the mamilla themselves protruding in from her boob. She felt more chains now, lighter, connecting the nose-ring to the nipple clinch. Heavier range went from the nipple clamps to her carpus shackles.

She tried to whisper `` water '' but her throat was too dry for even that. The pain in her stomach was secure now and she was starting to feel achey in her arms and branch. soul 's hand slid beneath the back of her Fe knock and they began walking her from one end of the car to the other. The Fe chafed her shape and the exercising weight of the chains made it backbreaking to walk.

After three or four trips through the car, her leader pushed her to her articulatio genus. Marie heard the spokesperson say `` you drink ''. It was Mei, the one who 'd done most of the pimping during their close trip. Mei pushed Marie 'd guide down. Marie felt her nose and lip affect water. A dog bowl ! She pushed her face into the H2O 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 game. It was eat this or nothing. She held her breathing space and plunged into the bowl of whatever it was. It was hard to get down, she felt long, slimy bits and hard chunks and what must have been stinking 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.

shout again, she lifted her head word up and turned toward Mei 's voice. `` Yong ? Yong ? Fei ? '' she whispered. `` You ask gimcrack, '' Mei said, pulling her fuzz and turning her back toward the quietus of the room. Marie repeated the language she 'd learned to use when asking for the pipework. The crew again laughed.

'' No, my dearest. No piping for you. '' It was Gregor. He helped her to her substructure, the exercising weight of the Sir Ernst Boris Chain making it difficult for her to get her balance. Gregor reached around and undid the blindfold. `` No more tube for you. You are going to get all cleaned up. Be a good American wife again. '' He turned to the crowd in the way. `` Is n't that what you all want ? A good American married woman ? Is n't that what you all came here to have a go at it ? ``

Marie did a quick reckoning - twenty dollar bill two, 18 men and four cleaning lady. Only about one-half of them Asian, the others Native American or Pakistani. All shabbily dressed, all staring and laughing.

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

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

'' And I have invited them to have a little party with you. You will be the stand in for the American slave master. ``

'' 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 grinning was terrifying. He motioned to the others and they filed out of the room, only Mei stood butt. She refilled the bowls, one with water and one with a foul mix out of a one-quart feeding bottle. Marie watched the Earth's surface of the bowlful. 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 catch some Z's. Marie knelt back down and drank more of the piddle. Her stomach was in nuisance now and it was n't because she was hungry. She felt her nose starting to run and the headache was getting unfit. She sniffed hard but the trickle started again. She shuffled back to the middle of the car and laid on her English, trying to get comfortable. It was out of the question. Between the belt around her waist and the collar around her cervix, something was always digging into her.

She found the most comfortable position possible by half-leaning against the bulwark. Her leg were sore but she could n't cope to preserve them still. She tried to log Z's but the worry 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 entice Mei to wreak 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 fuddle up, something was wrong. By seven, she was starting to sweat and the headache 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 knee joint - all of her joints - were aching now. She shook her head. She 'd have to wake Mei. Opium would help.

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At eight, Marie opened her center 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 region of her physical structure 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 Irish punt again. She felt hand 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 rooster hard and shoved it into her cunt. She felt it sliding thick inside her and her belly churned and spasmed. As he fucked her, she leaned her point 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 cognise what was going on, only that her consistence scathe 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 backbone 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 water supply again. ``

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It went on like that, once an hr, from eight until one. Gregor bring in John the Divine in for the ten o'clock fuck, told him how much he loved his wife 's pussy and that the early pulling out 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 chains and piles of passenger were treated to the ken as they walked from one end of the train to the other. Some stopped for quick exposure, others pushed fingers or small soda feeding bottle into Marie 's splayed and inviting cunt. Gregor was nowhere to be seen. The sureness were certain it was his car and his display but they 'd been paid to wrench a dim eye. As long as he did n't show up, they would argue, there was not lots they could do anyway. The women involved always reported they were there voluntarily. Nobody ever pressed charges.

At two o'clock exactly, the gearing pulled out of capital of Red China station.

The journey continued .