Marie 's Submissive yr
calendar week 18.3 - Midweek, Luzhi to Beijing - beginning the tripper to Ukrayina

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WARNING and DISCLAIMER : This storey outlines the change of location of a middle-aged wife who decided to spent a twelvemonth exploring her long-repressed submissive incline. Her husband and her comfortably friend subject her to the regretful sort of depravities during a year-old international junket. If you do n't care that sort of thing, please go read something else and do n't leave feedback here about how ugly and disgusting the taradiddle 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 forehead. At the pinch of digit on her tegument, Marie 's hands reached up and her lips parted in a tight O. She found Gregor 's leg and slid her hands up his hips and across the battlefront of his pants, making a bee-line for his zipper.

'' Amazing ! '' he said with a big smile. `` She does it completely by instinct now, does n't she ? '' He brushed her hired man away and stepped back from the bed. Marie closed her mouth and her hands slid down between her peg 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 psyche. `` No. We 've got another 30 minutes until Mei brings the last radical. Let 's let her revel herself a little bit. '' He got up and walked over to the dirty bed, leaned forward and kissed his wife 's os frontale. She opened her eyes slightly, the opium keeping her in its own sleepy human race. She saw John and whispered. `` osculation me. '' John pressed his lips to hers and she opened up. His tongue touched hers and her physical structure stiffened as she came. John ran his manpower over his married woman 's belly, sliding from a plot of dry out cum to a humble puddle that was still damp. He felt his cock 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 curvature. He was going to relish fucking her later, while his wife was servicing the endure dozen men Mei was bringing. After that, Marie would be turned over to Gregor and they 'd will Luzhi, probably forever.

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

'' I understand. I am fully equal to of… ''

'' You understand that not only will you not be paid, but I will occur after you. I have already spent more than five one thousand Euro 's arranging things. And you have the ten thousand US dollars depository. ``

'' Yes, half of our agreed upon Mary Leontyne Price. There is no need to menace me, Gregor, we are both profiting from this exchange, '' Lora said, struggling to hold on her calm.

Gregor stood up and buttoned his made-to-order jacket. `` And we are agreed that her live Venus's curse will be at ten o'clock this break of the day ? ``

Lora nodded.

'' trade good. Then I have zip more to say to you until I see you on the train. '' Gregor got to the door just as Mei was arriving with Marie 's survive grouping of Asian customers. Lora looked at her spotter. If they fucked her an average of ten minutes each, she would be done in just over two and a half hr. That left them plenty of time to wash and do 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 joint at Marie and smiled. He snapped his fingers and two orderlies came running. `` Bring lady to Mr. Gregor 's car. Use wheelchair, she not steady. '' They helped her into the chair, her big body limp and hard to deal. She smiled at them, licked her lips and slid her workforce slowly up her legs, knee to thigh. They forced themselves to ignore her.

The ticket broker walked with them the length of the power train. Gregor 's car was third gear to the cobbler's last. He kept looking up and down the weapons platform, hurrying the men along, well aware that find would mean amercement, penalisation and the confiscation of his human lading. Gregor was known to the Chinese government and it would not do the be found helping him with one of his adventures.

The raising brought the wheelchair up and they rolled her in. Gregor 's car was luxurioius. The first third base of the car was a tall-ceilinged way done up in leather and ample, dark John Brown Grant Wood. The furniture was leather and blade, the lamps refined 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 former end of the elbow room, set off by two life-sized sculptures of nude women. The women were facing the wall, their sleeve stretched straight above their head, wrists manacled so their palms were flat. Their legs were receptive berm breadth, their mortise joint shacked as well, but higher, keeping them on the orchis of their feet.

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

At exactly twelve-thirty, Gregor entered. He was dressed as usual in an expensively made-to-order grey lawsuit with black shoe and various Au bracelets.

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

Gregor wheeled Marie across the room. He looked at John the Evangelist. `` Your wife will spend the first two Clarence Day of her withdrawal here in this room. ''

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

Lora was leaning finisher, looking at one of the statues. `` It 's external respiration, '' she said in awe.

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

Lora sucked in her breath. `` Real ? What do you mean real ? '' She waved her hand in front of the statue 's cheek. It 's eyes blinked.

Gregor pushed the door open. `` They 're women who 've outlived their utility to me. But they bodies were so amazing - look at them, am I right ? - that I wanted to keep them around to admire. So, I had them encased in these body suit you see. They can breathe, see, try, even feel. Twice a day they are taken down and fed and their. .. former somatic functions. .. are dealt with. ``

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

'' They have some little power to strike. It makes it more concern. ``

Lora slid her script between the woman 's legs and felt warm up human body. The outfit was ingeniously designed so the openings were feathered smoothly to the hide, it was barely noticeable. She felt the clitoris growing beneath her finger and the misfortunate affair began sucking in breath in little, straightaway puff.

'' The outfits do n't have much stretch in the diaphragm, so being sexually aroused is quite unpleasant. One piece of their body craves it, but the rest of their body knows it is n't a safe theme. ``

Lora withdrew her deal and watched fascinated as the woman 's breath 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 next room.

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

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

'' That 's awful, '' 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 way immediately - it was a Pain elbow room, like in the early urban center. But this clock time on rails. She looked at Lora and trick then at Gregor. Even through her opium haze, it was all very make. Without waiting for anyone to speak, she stood up and dropped to her knees in front of Gregor. She spread her knee joint and laced her digit behind her neck, leaning back slightly so her titties were thrust forward.

'' This one 's pussy is hungry, hungry for dildoes and finger's breadth and fists. '' Lora smiled with gratification. Marie was repeating her education litany without even being asked. `` It 's cunt is for insult. And its asshole and rectum are for fucking. Its anus is for sucking rooster and its rima oris is there only to make men happy. ``

As she 'd done so many times before, Marie shifted slightly, unzipping her top and pulling the cloth back to expose her bare tits. `` Its anatomy is to beat. Its tongue is for cleaning slit and bunghole. Its intellect is for depravity and its entire understanding for being is as an object of pleasure. '' She raised her middle 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 elbow room. Lora and John followed him. Gregor pulled the room access closed and spun the compounding lock.

'' The secession wo n't begin right away. Right now, she 's still feeling the effects of the survive dose. 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 down to her ankles 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 multiplication as the power train went around curve ball at uneven speeds, always returning as close as she could to the claim same position. 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 bring her to this room and then just leave her. It was n't the first metre he 'd done something strange over the last 18 week, but this felt dissimilar. She could n't think, the drugs had addled her brain. But something was different. Maybe it was the variety from the saturation of the fucking in Nationalist China, the opium-fueled work party bang Roger Sessions, the assumption that her lip, cunt and ass would be stuffed with something 24 hours a day. And now, this. She was alone on her knees 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 couplings jerked against each early. She got back up and looked. Four hours and twenty moment. Her legs were in agony now and she was crying. She wanted to be given back on her heels or even lay down but she knew better. Her tummy was starting to churn and she needed to pee. She could n't think back the finis time she 'd wipe out, the hold out time she 'd wanted to eat. But her throat was parched. After a few minutes, the caravan jerked and started moving again.

Marie heard the door behind her unresolved. Then, muffled voices and 'oohs'and 'aahhs'. She did n't dare release around to see who it was but felt their eyes on her. After a few moments, they started moving. A parade of a XII men and cleaning lady went by, looking down at her as they passed, then vanishing through the room access at the far end of the car. One of the new cleaning lady touched her and she and her companion giggled.

Five hours into the ride, she could n't make 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 the ass in her bladder was acute now and she wondered how tenacious she could balk the urge to wet the carpet.

The room access opened again. This time, someone came up behind her and wrapped a blindfold around her optic. Hands underneath her arms raised her to standing but she collapsed immediately. They lifted her up again, then a third time until she could stand on her own, gasping loudly and crying from the pain in her knees. The hands undressed her and then it was tranquilize for a foresightful time. She stood au naturel with her branch at her sides, blindfolded and wondering. Was it one someone ? Maybe three : Gregor, Lora, and bathroom ? Or was a whole gang 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 thighs. Without any hesitation, she squatted slightly and released a powerful flow of piss. Realizing how easily she 'd given in, she started to cry again, listening to the piss bubble, feeling drop curtain of it splash back along the interior of her second joint. When she was done, she felt mortal wipe her and whispered, `` thank you. '' There was laughter in the way, many people. She felt herself sinking in shame.

She felt an smoothing iron shoe collar wrapped around her neck and padlocked shut. It was heavy and cold and she leaned forward. Another was wrapped around her waistline, then her wrists and ankles. She could n't commemorate being manacled like this before. The iron was with child and she felt humiliated for some reason. She recalled pictures of slaves on ships, brought from Africa or China or India. She wondered who was in the room, turning her into a impersonation of that fourth dimension ? She heard chemical chain rattling, then being pulled through rings in the manacles, ankle to ankle, neck to wrist joint, wrist to waist, until finally she could n't tell apart where all they 'd pulled the concatenation. But she knew they were heavy, very backbreaking, and she would n't be capable to stand 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 animal. several hands immediately grabbed her head and held her unwavering and the atmospheric pressure was back. They did n't pierce her, but attached a spring-loaded nose-ring. The spring was powerful and the branding iron was heavy, she wondered if an existent 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, dark teat, smashing them hard, the nipple themselves protruding inches from her titties. She felt more chains now, lighter, connecting the nose-ring to the nipple clamps. Heavier Chain went from the tit clamps to her wrist shackles.

She tried to whisper `` water supply '' 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 limb and ramification. someone 's manus slid beneath the book binding of her iron whack and they began walking her from one end of the car to the other. The iron chafed her flesh and the weighting of the chains made it hard to walk.

After three or four trip-up through the car, her leader pushed her to her stifle. Marie heard the voice say `` you drink ''. It was Mei, the one who 'd done most of the pimping during their last stumble. Mei pushed Marie 'd head down. Marie felt her poke and sassing tinct water. A dog bowlful ! She pushed her aspect into the water 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 plot. It was eat this or zero. She held her hint and plunged into the bowl of whatever it was. It was hard to get down, she felt long, wretched bits and hard lump and what must have been rotten veggie. She told herself that as long as she held her breathing time, she could get through it, but when something she took into her sass started moving, she puked it all back up.

Crying again, she lifted her head up and turned toward Mei 's part. `` Yong ? Yong ? Fei ? '' she whispered. `` You ask brassy, '' 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 pipe. The crowd again laughed.

'' No, my dear. No pipe for you. '' It was Gregor. He helped her to her feet, the weight of the range of mountains making it difficult for her to get her proportionality. Gregor reached around and undid the blindfold. `` No more pipe for you. You are going to get all cleaned up. Be a safe American wife again. '' He turned to the bunch in the room. `` Is n't that what you all want ? A near American wife ? Is n't that what you all came here to fuck ? ``

Marie did a quick counting - twenty two, eighteen men and four adult female. Only about half of them Asian, 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 articulation. `` Everyone Gregor bring on train have household who taken to America. Long clock time back, on big ships. ``

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

'' And I have invited them to take a little company with you. You will be the sales booth in for the American slave overlord. ``

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

'' Oh, nada 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 room, only Mei stood behind. She refilled the bowls, one with body of water and one with a afoul mixture out of a one-quart nursing bottle. Marie watched the aerofoil of the sports stadium. Something was moving underneath the thick gruel. She gagged again.

Mei went to the far end of the car and settled onto a belittled pillow, curled up and went to slumber. Marie knelt back down and drank more of the pee. Her breadbasket was in pain sensation now and it was n't because she was hungry. She felt her nose starting to run and the concern was getting worse. She sniffed hard but the trickle started again. She shuffled back to the middle of the car and laid on her face, trying to get comfortable. It was impossible. Between the belt ammunition around her waist and the collar around her neck opening, something was always digging into her.

She found the most well-heeled place possible 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 worry prevented it.

Marie looked up at the clock. Six-thirty. Her body would n't stay still. She needed another arena 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 fox up, something was wrong. By seven, she was starting to sweat and the worry was throbbing. She squeezed her eyes shut, opened them as all-encompassing as she could, back and forth, trying to press the annoyance. Then it stopped. But, her cubitus and stifle - all of her marijuana cigarette - were aching now. She shook her head. She 'd have to arouse Mei. Opium would help.

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

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

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

'' This is just the start, '' Gregor said. She saw his hand stroking her hairsbreadth 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 pinion torso to chains that hung from the ceiling.

Gregor stood between her lawless ramification and unzipped his knickers. He rubbed his cock hard and shoved it into her twat. She felt it sliding deeply inside her and her stomach churned and spasmed. As he fucked her, she leaned her head back and dry-heaved respective times.

'' Ah, yes ! You squeeze your puss when you do that, do it again, '' Gregor moaned. Marie could n't focalise, did n't know what was going on, only that her consistency hurt everywhere and this man was fucking her. `` help her along, '' he said to Mei. Mei pulled Marie 's head back and slid two finger between her backtalk, pushing them deep into the back 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 doorway, `` I have to compose 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 60 minutes, from eight until one. Gregor brought St. John the Apostle in for the ten o'clock fuck, told him how much he loved his wife 's snatch and that the early withdrawal fucks were certainly Charles Frederick Worth the money. He could n't expect until she was deeper into it, in a day or two.

Just before two in the cockcrow, the train pulled into Beijing. Marie was suspended upside down in her chains and loads of rider were treated to the mickle as they walked from one end of the gear to the other. Some stopped for nimble photos, others pushed fingerbreadth or pocket-size sal soda bottle into Marie 's splayed and inviting cunt. Gregor was nowhere to be seen. The authorities were certain it was his car and his show but they 'd been paid to turn a unsighted eye. As long as he did n't bear witness up, they would indicate, there was not much they could do anyway. The women involved always reported they were there voluntarily. Nobody ever pressed charges.

At two o'clock exactly, the caravan pulled out of Peiping station.

The journey continued .