Marie 's submissive twelvemonth
calendar week 18.3 - Wednesday, Luzhi to Beijing - beginning the misstep to Ukraine

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WARNING and disavowal : This level outlines the locomotion of a middle-aged wife who decided to pass a yr exploring her long-repressed submissive incline. Her husband and her practiced friend subject her to the defective form of depravation during a year-old external expedition. If you do n't like that kind of affair, please go understand something else and do n't go out feedback here about how horrible and disgusting the story is. It 's fable 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 touch sensation of fingers on her hide, Marie 's hands reached up and her lips parted in a tight O. She found Gregor 's leg and slid her bridge player up his hips and across the front line of his pants, 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 hand away and stepped back from the bed. Marie closed her mouth and her hand 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 the Evangelist shook his head. `` No. We 've got another half-hour until Mei brings the survive chemical group. 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 eyes slightly, the opium keeping her in its own sleepy world. She saw John and whispered. `` Kiss me. '' whoremaster pressed his lips to hers and she opened up. His tongue touched hers and her body stiffened as she came. whoremonger ran his hands over his wife 's belly, sliding from a spot of dried cum to a small consortium that was still damp. He felt his peter 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 hold out dozen men Mei was bringing. After that, Marie would be turned over to Gregor and they 'd bequeath Luzhi, probably forever.

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

'' I understand. I am fully able 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 arranging affair. And you have the ten thousand US dollars deposit. ``

'' Yes, half of our agreed upon damage. There is no need to threaten me, Gregor, we are both profiting from this exchange, '' Lora said, struggling to keep her composure.

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

Lora nodded.

'' goodness. Then I have nothing more to say to you until I see you on the train. '' Gregor got to the doorway 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 hour. That left them plentifulness of time to wash and dress her and get her to the train station.

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Lora handed the tag agent the alphabetic character from Gregor. He read it, looked over her shoulder at Marie and smiled. He snapped his fingers and two orderlies came running. `` Bring gentlewoman to Mr. Gregor 's car. Use wheelchair, she not steady. '' They helped her into the chairwoman, her big trunk limp and intemperately to manage. She smiled at them, licked her sass and slid her custody slowly up her legs, knees to thighs. They forced themselves to ignore her.

The ticket federal agent walked with them the duration of the caravan. Gregor 's car was third to the shoemaker's last. He kept looking up and down the chopine, hurrying the men along, well cognisant that discovery would mean fines, penalisation and the confiscation of his human lading. Gregor was known to the Taiwanese government 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 one-third of the car was a tall-ceilinged room done up in leather and rich, grim brown Mrs. Henry Wood. The furniture was leather and sword, the lamps refined and the floor carpeted with thick, tan plush. It smelled of sumptuousness, expensive wine-coloured and cigars and musk.

There was a tumid safety at the former end of the room, set off by two life-sized sculptures of naked cleaning lady. The women were facing the walls, their arms stretched straight above their head teacher, wrists manacled so their palms were flat. Their branch were open shoulder width, their ankle joint shacked as well, but higher, keeping them on the balls of their feet.

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

At exactly twelve-thirty, Gregor entered. He was dressed as usual in an expensively sew Zane Grey causa with black shoes and several gold bracelets.

'' The gearing leaves in exactly ten minutes. That gives me just a little time to designate you around. '' He waved the ticket broker and the orderlies away, handing each of them a raft of currency. They bowed and scraped their way out of the car.

Gregor wheeled Marie across the room. He looked at St. John. `` Your wife will spend the first two 24-hour interval of her withdrawal here in this elbow room. ''

Marie looked up dumbly at John the Evangelist. She was still high from the ten o'clock dose but she knew enough to be anxious. `` John ? '' whoremaster leaned down and kissed her. She leaned forward and opened her mouth, tongue 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 ventilation, '' she said in awe.

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

Lora sucked in her breath. `` Real ? What do you think veridical ? '' She waved her hired hand in front of the statue 's face. It 's center blinked.

Gregor pushed the threshold open. `` They 're women who 've outlived their usefulness to me. But they soundbox 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 lawsuit you see. They can take a breath, see, get a line, even feel. Twice a day they are taken down and fed and their. .. early corporeal map. .. are dealt with. ``

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

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

Lora slid her paw between the fair sex 's peg and felt warm frame. The kit was ingeniously designed so the possibility were feathered smoothly to the skin, it was barely noticeable. She felt the clitoris growing beneath her finger's breadth and the hapless thing began sucking in hint in short, quick puff.

'' The outfits do n't have a great deal reach in the diaphragm, so being sexually aroused is quite unpleasant. One part of their body craves it, but the rest of their trunk knows it is n't a serious idea. ``

Lora withdrew her hired man and watched fascinated as the woman 's breathing spell slowed back to normal. 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 wing, eight months. ``

'' That 's tremendous, '' 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 room immediately - it was a pain sensation way, like in the other cities. But this fourth dimension on rails. She looked at Lora and John then at Gregor. Even through her opium haze, it was all very sack. Without waiting for anyone to speak, she stood up and dropped to her knee in front of Gregor. She spread her knees and laced her fingers behind her neck, leaning back slightly so her titties were lunge forward.

'' This one 's cunt is hungry, thirsty for dildoes and finger's breadth and fist. '' Lora smiled with satisfaction. Marie was repeating her training litany without even being asked. `` It 's cunt is for vilification. 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 debunk her nude tit. `` Its flesh is to tick. Its tongue is for cleaning cunts and dickhead. Its mind is for turpitude and its stallion grounds for being is as an objective of pleasance. '' 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 other room. Lora and lavatory followed him. Gregor pulled the door closed and spun the combination lock.

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

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Marie 's second joint and calf were sore and starting to shake, her knees shooting jolts of infliction down to her ankle joint and up her back. 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 railroad train went around curves at odd hurrying, always returning as close as she could to the exact same locating. She was hungry, thirsty, and beginning to desire another pipe.

Her mind was coming out of the opium haze and she tried to figure out what was going on. Why would lavatory bring her to this room and then just pass on her. It was n't the get-go sentence he 'd done something strange over the last 18 hebdomad, but this felt different. She could n't think, the drugs had addled her learning ability. But something was different. Maybe it was the modification from the intensity of the fucking in Republic of China, the opium-fueled crowd fringe sitting, the assumption that her mouth, cunt and ass would be stuffed with something 24 hours a day. And now, this. She was alone on her human knee in a pain sensation way on a moving train.

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

The geartrain slowed to a blockage and she fell over as the union jerked against each other. She got back up and looked. Four minute and twenty minute. Her pegleg were in agony now and she was crying. She wanted to lean back on her hound or even lay down but she knew better. Her venter was starting to churn and she needed to pee. She could n't commemorate the last time she 'd rust, the last time she 'd wanted to eat. But her throat was parched. After a few minutes, the railroad train jerked and started moving again.

Marie heard the door behind her open. Then, muffled vocalization and 'oohs'and 'aahhs'. She did n't make bold rick around to see who it was but felt their heart on her. After a few bit, 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 threshold at the far end of the car. One of the younger charwoman touched her and she and her fellow traveller giggled.

Five time of day into the ride, she could n't take it anymore and settled back on her heel. Her elbows were sagging, head leaning forward, spikelet curling. She felt the dried teardrop down her brass and neck opening and started crying again. The pain in her bladder was intense now and she wondered how hanker she could resist the urge to wet the carpet.

The threshold opened again. This 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 one-third time until she could stand on her own, gasping loudly and crying from the botheration in her knees. The men undressed her and then it was placid for a long time. She stood naked with her arms at her English, blindfolded and wondering. Was it one person ? Maybe three : Gregor, Lora, and John ? Or was a unharmed crowd standing staring at her - the white American sporting lady who 'd been fucking like an animal from Shanghai to Luzhi to Peiping ?

Marie felt the coldness edge of a metal bucketful pressed between her thigh. Without any hesitation, she squatted slightly and released a mightily current of peeing. Realizing how easily she 'd given in, she started to cry again, listening to the piss bubble, feeling dip of it splash back along the insides of her thigh. When she was done, she felt someone wipe her and whispered, `` thank you. '' There was laugh in the room, many multitude. She felt herself sinking in shame.

She felt an atomic number 26 catch wrapped around her neck and padlocked shut. It was heavy 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 smoothing iron was laborious and she felt humiliated for some reason. She recalled pictures of slave on ships, brought from Africa or China or Republic of India. She wondered who was in the room, turning her into a caricature of that fourth dimension ? She heard mountain range rattling, then being pulled through doughnut in the manacles, ankle to ankle, cervix to wrists, wrists to waist, until finally she could n't differentiate where all they 'd pulled the chains. But she knew they were ponderous, very lumbering, and she would n't be able to stand long weighted down like this.

Someone pulled her caput back and she felt metal pressure against her septum. She jerked her head word back then, scared, afraid they were going to thrust her like an animal. various workforce immediately grabbed her head and held her stabilize and the imperativeness was back. They did n't pierce her, but attached a spring-loaded nose-ring. The leaping was powerful and the iron was grueling, she wondered if an actual piercing might be lupus erythematosus painful.

Something was attached to each of her nipples, something that clamped slowly into space at the base of her big, iniquity nipples, smashing them surd, the pap themselves protruding column inch from her titties. She felt more chains now, lighter, connecting the nose-ring to the teat clamps. Heavier mountain range went from the mammilla clinch to her wrist shackles.

She tried to whisper `` water '' but her throat was too dry for even that. The pain in her tummy was strong now and she was starting to feel achey in her arms and stage. mortal 's hand slid beneath the rachis of her iron whang and they began walking her from one end of the car to the former. The smoothing iron chafed her form and the weight unit of the chains made it backbreaking to take the air.

After three or four slip through the car, her drawing card pushed her to her knee. Marie heard the articulation say `` you drink ''. It was Mei, the one who 'd done most of the pimping during their hold out trip. Mei pushed Marie 'd head down. Marie felt her nose and back talk touch urine. A dog stadium ! She pushed her face into the piss and drank and drank. After that, Mei pushed her head sideways and she smelled something awful. She gagged and started to get out her head back but stopped. She knew the biz. It was eat this or nothing. She held her breather and plunged into the bowling ball of whatever it was. It was laborious to get down, she felt long, slimy routine and hard glob and what must have been rotten 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 cavity started moving, she puked it all back up.

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

'' No, my dear. 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 pipe for you. You are going to get all cleaned up. Be a upright American English wife again. '' He turned to the crowd in the way. `` 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, 18 men and four cleaning lady. Only about half of them Asian, the others Amerindic or Pakistani. All shabbily dressed, all staring and laughing.

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

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

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

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

'' Oh, zippo will happen for another day or so. You have something else to worry about right now. '' Marie stared at him, his big grin was terrifying. He motioned to the others and they filed out of the room, only Mei stood stern. She refilled the bowls, one with water and one with a fouled mixture out of a one-quart bottle. Marie watched the control surface of the roll. Something was moving underneath the dense gruel. She gagged again.

Mei went to the far end of the car and settled onto a minor pillow, curled up and went to sleep. Marie knelt back down and drank more of the water. Her abdomen was in nuisance now and it was n't because she was thirsty. She felt her nose starting to run and the concern was getting worse. She sniffed hard but the dribble started again. She shuffled back to the middle of the car and laid on her side, trying to get comfy. 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 location potential by half-leaning against the paries. Her legs were sore but she could n't manage to keep them still. She tried to sleep but the headache prevented it.

Marie looked up at the clock. Six-thirty. Her consistence would n't remain still. She needed another arena of opium, that would do it. Maybe she could entice Mei to work 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 away 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-cut as she could, back and forth, trying to fight the pain. Then it stopped. But, her elbow joint and knees - all of her joints - were aching now. She shook her head. She 'd bear 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, immorality grin on his face.

'' H..horrible, '' Marie stammered. It was truthful. Every part of her body 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 hammering again. She felt hands lifting her and turning her over, carrying her into the heart of the car, attaching her shackled torso to chain of mountains that hung from the ceiling.

Gregor stood between her wide-open legs and unzipped his knickers. He rubbed his dick hard and shoved it into her cunt. She felt it sliding deeper inside her and her venter 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 hump 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 pharynx, gagging her. Marie retched again and Gregor grunted his appreciation.

When he came, he pulled out his cock and hurried to the door, `` I have to spell 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 brought Saint John in for the ten o'clock shag, told him how much he loved his wife 's kitty-cat and that the early drug withdrawal shag 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 break of day, the train pulled into Beijing. Marie was suspended upside down in her concatenation and wads of passenger were treated to the visual sense as they walked from one end of the train to the former. Some stopped for quick picture, others pushed fingers or pocket-size sodium carbonate bottles into Marie 's splayed and inviting cunt. Gregor was nowhere to be seen. The authorities were sealed it was his car and his display but they 'd been paid to plough a blind eye. As long as he did n't show up, they would reason, there was not much they could do anyway. The womanhood involved always reported they were there voluntarily. Nobody ever pressed charges.

At two o'clock exactly, the railroad train pulled out of Beijing place.

The journeying continued .