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

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word of advice and disavowal : This chronicle outlines the change of location of a middle-aged wife who decided to spent a class exploring her long-repressed submissive English. Her husband and her adept ally depicted object her to the worst kinds of depravities during a year-old international 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 ugly 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 forehead. At the speck of fingers on her pelt, Marie 's hands reached up and her lips parted in a tight O. She found Gregor 's leg and slid her hands up his rose hip and across the front of his pant, 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 deal away and stepped back from the bed. Marie closed her mouth and her helping hand slid down between her leg and she start rubbing herself. She had n't opened her centre through any of it.

Lora turned to John. `` Should we stop her ? '' John the Evangelist shook his brain. `` No. We 've got another half-hour until Mei brings the last grouping. Let 's let her enjoy herself a small bit. '' He got up and walked over to the dirty bed, leaned forward and kissed his wife 's forehead. She opened her heart slightly, the opium keeping her in its own sleepy world. She saw Saint John the Apostle and whispered. `` Kiss me. '' John pressed his sassing to hers and she opened up. His tongue touched hers and her body stiffened as she came. John ran his hands over his wife 's belly, sliding from a patch of dehydrated cum to a small-scale pool that was still dampish. He felt his dick getting hard. He looked at Lora, sitting at the table negotiating with Gregor. She was wearing an ankle-length skintight garb that showed off every curve. He was going to enjoy fucking her later, while his wife was servicing the last twelve men Mei was bringing. After that, Marie would be turned over to Gregor and they 'd pass on Luzhi, probably forever.

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

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

'' You understand that not only will you not be paid, but I will hail after you. I have already spent more than five thousand Euro 's set thing. And you have the ten thousand US dollars alluviation. ``

'' Yes, one-half of our agreed upon monetary value. There is no demand to imperil me, Gregor, we are both profiting from this rally, '' Lora said, struggling to keep her calm.

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

Lora nodded.

'' Good. Then I have nothing to a greater extent to say to you until I see you on the 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 lookout man. If they fucked her an norm of ten minute of arc each, she would be done in just over two and a half minute. That left them plenty of prison term to wash and prune her and get her to the train station.

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Lora handed the ticket agent the missive from Gregor. He read it, looked over her shoulder at Marie and smiled. He snapped his fingers and two orderlies came running. `` Bring peeress to Mr. Gregor 's car. Use wheelchair, she not sweetie. '' They helped her into the chairperson, her big organic structure limp and hard to cover. She smiled at them, licked her lips and slid her hands slowly up her pegleg, stifle to thigh. They forced themselves to ignore her.

The just the ticket agent walked with them the length of the geartrain. Gregor 's car was third to the lowest. He kept looking up and down the political program, hurrying the men along, well cognisant that discovery would entail fines, penalization and the confiscation of his homo load. Gregor was known to the Formosan 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 gear of the car was a tall-ceilinged elbow room done up in leather and robust, sullen brown Sir Henry Wood. The furniture was leather and steel, the lamps graceful and the story carpeted with thick, tan plush. It smelled of opulence, expensive wine and cigars and musk.

There was a heavy safe at the former end of the elbow room, set off by two life-sized sculpture of defenseless women. The women were facing the bulwark, their sleeve stretched straight above their brain, wrists manacled so their thenar were flat. Their peg were open air berm width, their ankles shacked as well, but eminent, keeping them on the balls of their feet.

'' trick, you 're staring, '' Lora teased. He felt his prick stiffen just looking at them. So suggestive. He pictured Marie in that billet, 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 with bleak shoes and respective gold bracelets.

'' The caravan leaves in exactly ten minutes. That gives me just a little time to show you around. '' He waved the ticket agent and the orderly 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 John. `` Your married woman will spend the first two years of her pulling out here in this room. ''

Marie looked up dumbly at John. She was still high from the ten o'clock acid but she knew enough to be anxious. `` john ? '' John leaned down and kissed her. She leaned forward and opened her backtalk, natural language darting out automatically but he pulled back. `` It was just a osculation, 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 tumbler on the big combination ignition lock. ``

Lora sucked in her breath. `` Real ? What do you intend real ? '' She waved her paw in front man of the statue 's case. It 's centre blinked.

Gregor pushed the room access unfastened. `` They 're cleaning lady who 've outlived their utility to me. But they eubstance were so amazing - look at them, am I right ? - that I wanted to proceed them around to admire. So, I had them encased in these trunk case you see. They can breathe, see, hear, even feel. Twice a day they are taken down and fed and their. .. former corporeal procedure. .. are dealt with. ``

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

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

Lora slid her hand between the woman 's legs and felt warm form. The outfit was ingeniously designed so the openings were feathered smoothly to the pelt, it was barely obtrusive. She felt the clitoris growing beneath her digit and the poor thing began sucking in breathing time in myopic, flying puff.

'' The getup do n't make a good deal stretch in the pessary, so being sexually aroused is quite unpleasant. One function of their body craves it, but the rest of their body knows it is n't a dear estimation. ``

Lora withdrew her hand and watched fascinated as the fair sex 's intimation slowed back to convention. But, Lora noticed that tears were rolling down her cheeks.

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

He wheeled Marie into the future room.

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

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

'' That 's fearsome, '' 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 doorway behind them.

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Marie recognized the way immediately - it was a nuisance elbow room, like in the early urban center. But this time on railing. She looked at Lora and lavatory then at Gregor. Even through her opium haze, it was all very exonerated. Without waiting for anyone to speak, she stood up and dropped to her knees in front of Gregor. She spread her knees and laced her finger behind her neck opening, leaning back slightly so her titties were thrust forward.

'' This one 's bitch is hungry, athirst for dildoes and finger and fists. '' Lora smiled with expiation. Marie was repeating her training litany without even being asked. `` It 's cunt is for misuse. And its asshole and rectum are for fucking. Its anus is for sucking cock and its oral fissure is there only to micturate men happy. ``

As she 'd done so many times before, Marie shifted slightly, unzipping her top and pulling the textile back to expose her nude boob. `` Its flesh is to beat. Its tongue is for cleaning cunts and mother fucker. Its idea is for depravity and its entire reason for being is as an physical 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 result of the stopping point loony toons. Would you like lunch ? ``

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Marie 's second joint and calves were sore and starting to stimulate, her knees shooting saccade of pain down to her articulatio talocruralis and up her backrest. She tried hard not to reckon up at the clock but failed. Two and a half hours already. She 'd fallen over three sentence as the train went around curves at odd velocity, always returning as close as she could to the exact same attitude. She was athirst, thirsty, and beginning to want another pipe.

Her creative thinker was coming out of the opium haze and she tried to cipher out what was going on. Why would whoremaster fetch her to this room and then just forget her. It was n't the first time he 'd done something strange over the last 18 weeks, but this felt unlike. She could n't think, the drugs had addled her brain. But something was different. Maybe it was the change from the vividness of the ass in China, the opium-fueled mob bang seance, the assumption that her rima oris, cunt and ass would be stuffed with something 24 60 minutes a day. And now, this. She was alone on her knee joint in a botheration 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 string slowed to a stop and she fell over as the union jerked against each other. She got back up and looked. Four 60 minutes and twenty mo. Her legs were in agony now and she was crying. She wanted to lean back on her bounder or even lay down but she knew better. Her stomach was starting to churn and she needed to pee. She could n't retrieve the finale clip she 'd eaten, the last time she 'd wanted to eat. But her throat was parched. After a few proceedings, the train jerked and started moving again.

Marie heard the door behind her capable. Then, muffled voices and 'oohs'and 'aahhs'. She did n't presume turn over 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 untried women touched her and she and her companion giggled.

Five hours into the drive, she could n't take it anymore and settled back on her heels. Her elbows were sagging, pass leaning forward, prickle curling. She felt the dry tears down her cheek and cervix and started crying again. The pain in the ass in her bladder was vivid now and she wondered how yearn she could defy the impulse to wet the carpet.

The door opened again. This time, someone came up behind her and wrapped a blindfold around her center. Hands underneath her blazon raised her to standing but she collapsed immediately. They lifted her up again, then a tierce time until she could place upright on her own, gasping loudly and crying from the pain in her knees. The hands undressed her and then it was quiet for a long fourth dimension. She stood naked with her arms at her sides, blindfolded and wondering. Was it one mortal ? Maybe three : Gregor, Lora, and trick ? Or was a whole crowd standing staring at her - the white American 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 thigh. Without any vacillation, 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 bubble, feeling drop-off of it splash back along the insides of her second joint. When she was done, she felt someone wipe her and whispered, `` thank you. '' There was laughter in the elbow room, many multitude. She felt herself sinking in shame.

She felt an smoothing iron collar wrapped around her neck and padlocked shut. It was heavy and cold and she leaned forward. Another was wrapped around her waist, then her wrist joint and articulatio talocruralis. She could n't retrieve being manacled like this before. The atomic number 26 was heavy and she felt humiliated for some ground. She recalled depiction of slaves on ships, brought from Africa or Red China or Bharat. She wondered who was in the room, turning her into a caricature of that time ? She heard strand rattling, then being pulled through mob in the manacles, ankle to ankle, neck opening to wrists, wrist to waist, until finally she could n't secern where all they 'd pulled the Chain. But she knew they were heavy, very ponderous, and she would n't be able to stand up long weighted 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 fauna. respective hands immediately grabbed her head and held her steady and the press was back. They did n't pierce her, but attached a spring-loaded nose-ring. The fountain was powerful and the iron was clayey, she wondered if an actual piercing might be to a lesser extent painful.

Something was attached to each of her nipples, something that clamped slowly into place at the base of her big, obscure nipples, smashing them hard, the nipple themselves protruding inches from her titty. She felt more chain of mountains now, lighter, connecting the nose-ring to the teat clamp. Heavier chains went from the mammilla clamps to her radiocarpal joint shackles.

She tried to whisper `` pee '' but her throat was too dry for even that. The infliction in her stomach was secure now and she was starting to feel achey in her arms and legs. someone 's bridge player slid beneath the back of her iron smash and they began walking her from one end of the car to the other. The Fe chafed her flesh and the weightiness of the chains made it surd to take the air.

After three or four trips through the car, her loss leader pushed her to her knees. Marie heard the voice say `` you drink ''. It was Mei, the one who 'd done nigh of the pimping during their last trip. Mei pushed Marie 'd head down. Marie felt her nose and lip touch water. A dog bowl ! She pushed her face into the water and drank and drank. After that, Mei pushed her headland 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 zippo. She held her breath and plunged into the arena of whatever it was. It was gruelling to get down, she felt long, wretched bits and hard chunks and what must have been rotted vegetables. She told herself that as long as she held her breath, she could get through it, but when something she took into her oral fissure started moving, she puked it all back up.

Crying again, she lifted her point up and turned toward Mei 's part. `` 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 words she 'd learned to use when asking for the pipe. The crowd again laughed.

'' No, my dearest. No pipage for you. '' It was Gregor. He helped her to her groundwork, the weight of the chains making it difficult for her to get her balance. Gregor reached around and undid the blindfold. `` No more pipework for you. You are going to get all cleaned up. Be a skillful American wife again. '' He turned to the crowd in the room. `` Is n't that what you all want ? A good American wife ? Is n't that what you all came here to bed ? ``

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

'' I tell you about irons now, '' Mei said in a tour-guide kind of spokesperson. `` Everyone Gregor bring on gear have menage who taken to USA. Long time back, on big ships. ``

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

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

'' But, no, but, I… '' Marie started blubbering but Gregor put his digit 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 smile was terrifying. He motioned to the others and they filed out of the way, only Mei stood rump. She refilled the trough, one with water and one with a foul mixture out of a one-quart bottleful. 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 low pillow, curled up and went to sleep. Marie knelt back down and booze more of the water. Her stomach was in pain in the neck now and it was n't because she was athirst. She felt her nose starting to run and the headache was getting worse. She sniffed hard but the dribble started again. She shuffled back to the center of the car and laid on her side of meat, trying to get comfortable. It was impossible. Between the whang around her waist and the collar around her neck opening, something was always digging into her.

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

Marie looked up at the clock. Six-thirty. Her body would n't delay still. She needed another bowlful 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 furious. So, she waited. Six-forty. Six-fifty. Marie felt like she wanted to throw up, something was wrong. By seven, she was starting to sweat and the headache was throbbing. She squeezed her eyes shut, opened them as broad as she could, back and Forth, trying to fight the pain. Then it stopped. But, her cubitus and knee - all of her join - were aching now. She shook her head teacher. She 'd own to wake Mei. Opium would help.

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At eight, Marie opened her centre and found Gregor just in from her face.

'' How are we feeling ? '' he whispered, a big, evil grin on his face.

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

'' This is just the beginning, '' Gregor said. She saw his mitt stroking her fuzz but all she felt was pain. `` Get her in the harness, '' he said. Marie 's read/write head started to dog pound again. She felt hands lifting her and turning her over, carrying her into the middle of the car, attaching her shackled organic structure to irons that hung from the ceiling.

Gregor stood between her wide-open legs and unzipped his trouser. He rubbed his peter hard and shoved it into her pussy. She felt it sliding deeper inside her and her venter churned and spasmed. As he fucked her, she leaned her foreland 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 focalize, did n't know 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 fingers between her backtalk, 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 peter and hurried to the doorway, `` 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 time of day, from eight until one. Gregor brought Gospel According to John in for the ten o'clock piece of ass, told him how much he loved his married woman 's kitty and that the early withdrawal piece of tail were certainly deserving 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 capital of Red China. Marie was suspended upside down in her chains and dozens of passengers were treated to the sight as they walked from one end of the string to the other. Some stopped for quick exposure, others pushed digit or small pop 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 wrick a dim eye. As long as he did n't record up, they would fence, there was not a good deal 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 Beijing station.

The journey continued .