Marie 's slavish yr
Week 18.3 - Midweek, Luzhi to Peking - beginning the misstep to Ukrayina

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warning and DISCLAIMER : This story outlines the locomotion of a middle-aged wife who decided to spent a class exploring her long-repressed slavish slope. Her husband and her better friend subject her to the speculative kind of turpitude during a year-old international junket. If you do n't like that form of thing, delight go read something else and do n't allow feedback here about how ugly and disgusting the story is. It 's fabrication 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 forehead. At the touch of finger's breadth on her pelt, Marie 's paw reached up and her lips parted in a rigorous O. She found Gregor 's leg and slid her work force up his hips 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 paw away and stepped back from the bed. Marie closed her mouth and her paw slid down between her legs and she start rubbing herself. She had n't opened her eye through any of it.

Lora turned to John. `` Should we stop her ? '' John shook his head. `` No. We 've got another 30 minutes until Mei brings the terminal radical. Let 's let her enjoy herself a fiddling bit. '' He got up and walked over to the dirty bed, leaned forward and kissed his wife 's forehead. She opened her eye slightly, the opium keeping her in its own sleepy world. She saw John and whispered. `` Kiss me. '' John pressed his lips to hers and she opened up. His tongue touched hers and her dead body stiffened as she came. John ran his hands over his wife 's belly, sliding from a patch of dried cum to a low pool that was still mute. He felt his shaft 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 bend. He was going to enjoy fucking her later, while his wife was servicing the lastly twelve men Mei was bringing. After that, Marie would be turned over to Gregor and they 'd lead Luzhi, probably forever.

'' I want her on the capital of Red China gear at exactly twelve-thirty, is that clear ? '' Gregor said to Lora. `` I 've paid them off and paid them well but they can only call a ten minute window. ``

'' 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 than five one thousand Euro 's arranging matter. And you have the ten thousand US dollars alluviation. ``

'' Yes, one-half of our agreed upon Price. There is no motivation to threaten me, Gregor, we are both profiting from this exchange, '' Lora said, struggling to keep her calmness.

Gregor stood up and buttoned his tailor jacket. `` And we are concur that her last dose will be at ten o'clock this sunup ? ``

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 last group of Asian client. Lora looked at her watch. 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 snip her and get her to the train 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 unfaltering. '' They helped her into the chair, her big body hobble and concentrated to cover. She smiled at them, licked her backtalk and slid her hands slowly up her legs, stifle to second joint. They forced themselves to dismiss her.

The ticket broker walked with them the duration of the train. Gregor 's car was third to the last. He kept looking up and down the political platform, hurrying the men along, well cognisant that breakthrough would stand for amercement, punishment and the confiscation of his human cargo. Gregor was known to the Taiwanese 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 first third of the car was a tall-ceilinged way done up in leather and rich, sorry brown Ellen Price Wood. The article of furniture was leather and sword, the lamps elegant and the floor carpeted with thick, tan plush. It smelled of luxuriousness, expensive wine and cigars and musk.

There was a large safe at the early end of the room, set off by two life-sized carving of nude women. The woman were facing the walls, their coat of arms stretched straight above their head, wrists manacled so their palms were flat. Their legs were spread out shoulder joint width, their ankles shacked as well, but higher, keeping them on the balls of their feet.

'' Saint John, you 're staring, '' Lora teased. He felt his cock stiffen just looking at them. So indicatory. He pictured Marie in that side, 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 Charles Grey suit with black shoes and several atomic number 79 bracelets.

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

Gregor wheeled Marie across the room. He looked at can. `` Your wife will drop the first two Clarence Shepard Day Jr. of her withdrawal here in this room. ''

Marie looked up dumbly at John Lackland. She was still high from the ten o'clock dose but she knew enough to be anxious. `` can ? '' John Lackland 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, honey. ``

Lora was leaning closer, looking at one of the statues. `` It 's breathing, '' she said in awe.

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

Lora sucked in her breath. `` literal ? What do you think substantial ? '' She waved her hand in front of the statue 's face. It 's eye blinked.

Gregor pushed the door undecided. `` They 're womanhood who 've outlived their usefulness to me. But they dead body were so amazing - look at them, am I right ? - that I wanted to keep them around to look up to. So, I had them encased in these body courting you see. They can breathe, see, hear, even finger. Twice a day they are taken down and fed and their. .. other bodily mapping. .. are dealt with. ``

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

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

Lora slid her hand between the woman 's legs and felt warm form. The rig was ingeniously designed so the initiative were feathered smoothly to the skin, it was barely detectable. She felt the clitoris growing beneath her finger and the poor thing began sucking in breath in shortstop, quick puff.

'' The outfits do n't have practically stretch in the pessary, so being sexually aroused is quite unpleasant. One portion of their body craves it, but the rest of their soundbox knows it is n't a good thought. ``

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

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

He wheeled Marie into the next room.

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

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

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

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

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Marie recognized the room immediately - it was a Pain room, like in the other urban center. But this sentence on rail. She looked at Lora and trick 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 human knee in figurehead of Gregor. She spread her knees and laced her fingers behind her neck, leaning back slightly so her knocker were thrust forward.

'' This one 's cunt is hungry, hungry for dildoes and finger and clenched fist. '' Lora smiled with satisfaction. Marie was repeating her training litany without even being asked. `` It 's snatch is for revilement. And its asshole and rectum are for fucking. Its anus is for sucking cock and its mouth is there only to make men happy. ``

As she 'd done so many times before, Marie shifted slightly, unzipping her top and pulling the material back to reveal her raw tits. `` Its flesh is to beat. Its tongue is for cleaning cunt and assholes. Its mind is for depravity 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. ``

'' Stay like that, '' he said calmly, then turned and walked back into the former room. Lora and john followed him. Gregor pulled the room access closed and spun the combining lock.

'' The coitus interruptus wo n't begin right away. Right now, she 's still feeling the consequence of the finis Lucy in the sky with diamonds. Would you like lunch ? ``

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Marie 's thigh and calves were sore and starting to shake, her knees shooting jerking of pain sensation 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 times as the string went around curve at uneven speed, always returning as close as she could to the take Lapplander posture. She was hungry, thirsty, and beginning to want another pipe.

Her judgement was coming out of the opium haze and she tried to figure out what was going on. Why would can bring her to this room and then just leave her. It was n't the first sentence he 'd done something strange over the death 18 weeks, but this felt unlike. She could n't think, the drugs had addled her brain. But something was unlike. Maybe it was the change from the intensity of the fucking in China, the opium-fueled gang charge Roger Sessions, the premiss that her mouth, pussy and ass would be stuffed with something 24 hr a day. And now, this. She was alone on her knees in a hurting Room on a moving train.

And the penury for the poppy was getting firm. 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 second. Her legs were in agony now and she was crying. She wanted to lean back on her heel or even lay down but she knew better. Her breadbasket was starting to churn and she needed to pee. She could n't remember the endure time she 'd eaten, the last time she 'd wanted to eat. But her throat was parched. After a few bit, the wagon train jerked and started moving again.

Marie heard the door behind her spread out. Then, muffled voices and 'oohs'and 'aahhs'. She did n't dare wrick around to see who it was but felt their eye on her. After a few consequence, 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 younger women touched her and she and her companion giggled.

quint hours into the ride, she could n't take it anymore and settled back on her heels. Her elbows were sagging, head leaning forward, spine curling. She felt the dried tears down her cheeks and neck and started crying again. The pain in her bladder was vivid now and she wondered how long she could resist the urge to wet the carpet.

The door opened again. This clock time, someone 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 gear time until she could brook on her own, gasping loudly and crying from the pain in her knees. The bridge player undressed her and then it was quiet for a long metre. She stood defenseless with her arms at her position, blindfolded and wondering. Was it one soul ? Maybe three : Gregor, Lora, and John ? Or was a solid gang standing staring at her - the Stanford White American lady of pleasure 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 thighs. Without any hesitation, 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 urine bubble, feeling bead of it splash back along the inside of her thigh. 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 branding iron leash wrapped around her neck and padlocked shut. It was intemperate and frigidity and she leaned forward. Another was wrapped around her waist, then her wrists and mortise joint. She could n't commend being manacled like this before. The iron was operose and she felt humiliated for some reason. She recalled image of slave on ships, brought from Africa or Communist China or India. She wondered who was in the room, turning her into a caricature of that meter ? She heard chain of mountains rattling, then being pulled through rings in the handlock, ankle to ankle, cervix to wrists, articulatio radiocarpea to waist, until finally she could n't tell where all they 'd pulled the chains. But she knew they were heavy, very wakeless, and she would n't be capable to stand long weighted down like this.

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

Something was attached to each of her teat, something that clamped slowly into place at the base of her big, dark nipple, smashing them hard, the pap themselves protruding inches from her tit. She felt more string now, lighter, connecting the nose-ring to the nipple clinch. Heavier Sir Ernst Boris Chain went from the nipple clamp to her wrist shackles.

She tried to whisper `` pee '' but her pharynx was too dry for even that. The pain in her stomach was strong now and she was starting to experience achey in her arm and leg. soul 's hired hand slid beneath the back of her smoothing iron belt and they began walking her from one end of the car to the former. The iron chafed her flesh and the weight of the chains made it backbreaking to walk.

After three or four stumble through the car, her leader pushed her to her knees. Marie heard the vocalism say `` you drink ''. It was Mei, the one who 'd done to the highest degree of the pimping during their hold out trip. Mei pushed Marie 'd head down. Marie felt her olfactory organ and lips cutaneous senses water. A dog pipe 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 headland back but stopped. She knew the biz. 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, unworthy bite and hard clump and what must throw been shitty vegetable. She told herself that as long as she held her breath, she could get through it, but when something she took into her backtalk started moving, she puked it all back up.

Crying again, she lifted her top dog up and turned toward Mei 's part. `` Yong ? Yong ? Fei ? '' she whispered. `` You ask flashy, '' Mei said, pulling her tomentum and turning her back toward the rest of the room. Marie repeated the words she 'd learned to use when asking for the tube. The crowd again laughed.

'' No, my love. No pipework 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 tube for you. You are going to get all cleaned up. Be a commodity 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 fuck ? ``

Marie did a quick reckoning - twenty two, eighteen men and four cleaning woman. Only about half of them Asian, the others Red Indian or Pakistani. All shabbily dressed, all staring and laughing.

'' I tell you about chains now, '' Mei said in a tour-guide form of voice. `` Everyone Gregor bring on train have menage who taken to U.S.A.. Long clock time back, on big ships. ``

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

'' And I have invited them to have a little political party 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 fingerbreadth to her lips.

'' Oh, nothing will fall out for another day or so. You have something else to vex 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 tail. She refilled the bowls, one with H2O and one with a foul mixture out of a one-quart bottleful. Marie watched the Earth's surface of the bowl. Something was moving underneath the thickheaded gruel. She gagged again.

Mei went to the far end of the car and settled onto a lowly pillow, curled up and went to log Z's. Marie knelt back down and wassail More of the water. Her tummy 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 bad. She sniffed hard but the trickle started again. She shuffled back to the midriff of the car and laid on her side, trying to get comfortable. It was impossible. Between the belt around her waist and the shoe collar around her neck, something was always digging into her.

She found the most comfortable position possible by half-leaning against the wall. Her pegleg were sore but she could n't pull off to hold back them still. She tried to sleep but the head ache prevented it.

Marie looked up at the clock. Six-thirty. Her dead body would n't continue still. She needed another trough 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 angry. 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 worry was throbbing. She squeezed her center shut, opened them as wide as she could, back and forth, trying to fight back the pain. Then it stopped. But, her elbows and knees - all of her joints - were aching now. She shook her head. She 'd birth 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, malign grin on his face.

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

'' This is just the outset, '' Gregor said. She saw his hand stroking her hair but all she felt was pain. `` Get her in the harness, '' he said. Marie 's school principal started to lb again. She felt hands lifting her and turning her over, carrying her into the centre of the car, attaching her shackled body to mountain range that hung from the ceiling.

Gregor stood between her wide-open legs and unzipped his gasp. He rubbed his cock hard and shoved it into her slit. She felt it sliding profoundly inside her and her tummy churned and spasmed. As he fucked her, she leaned her headway back and dry-heaved several times.

'' Ah, yes ! You squeeze your slit 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 body scathe everywhere and this man was fucking her. `` service her along, '' he said to Mei. Mei pulled Marie 's drumhead 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 prick and hurried to the door, `` I have to compose 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 hour, from eight until one. Gregor brought John in for the ten o'clock fuck, told him how much he loved his married woman 's kitty-cat and that the early withdrawal 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 dozens of passenger were treated to the sight as they walked from one end of the train to the other. Some stopped for ready photograph, others pushed fingers or pocket-size soda bottles into Marie 's splayed and inviting slit. Gregor was nowhere to be seen. The dominance were certain it was his car and his display but they 'd been paid to wrench a screen eye. As long as he did n't usher up, they would argue, there was not a lot they could do anyway. The women involved always reported they were there voluntarily. cypher ever pressed charges.

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

The journey continued .