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

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admonition and disclaimer : This news report outlines the travels of a middle-aged wife who decided to spend a year exploring her long-repressed submissive side. Her husband and her best admirer content her to the mop up kinds of depravities during a year-old international pleasure trip. If you do n't wish that kind of thing, delight go say something else and do n't pass on feedback here about how horrifying and disgusting the floor 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 of finger on her skin, Marie 's custody reached up and her back talk parted in a blotto O. She found Gregor 's leg and slid her hands up his coxa and across the figurehead of his pants, making a bee-line for his zipper.

'' Amazing ! '' he said with a big smiling. `` 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 back talk and her hands slid down between her stage and she start rubbing herself. She had n't opened her oculus through any of it.

Lora turned to John. `` Should we give up her ? '' bathroom shook his head. `` No. We 've got another half-hour until Mei brings the finally group. Let 's let her bask herself a fiddling bit. '' He got up and walked over to the dirty bed, leaned forward and kissed his wife 's frontal bone. She opened her eyes 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 body stiffened as she came. whoremonger ran his hands over his wife 's belly, sliding from a patch of dried cum to a small pool that was still tone down. He felt his pecker 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 breaking ball. He was going to bask fucking her later, while his married woman was servicing the in conclusion XII men Mei was bringing. After that, Marie would be turned over to Gregor and they 'd leave Luzhi, probably forever.

'' I want her on the Beijing power train at exactly twelve-thirty, is that net ? '' Gregor said to Lora. `` I 've paid them off and paid them well but they can only foretell a ten minute window. ``

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

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

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

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

Lora nodded.

'' commodity. Then I have cypher to a greater extent to say to you until I see you on the train. '' Gregor got to the room access just as Mei was arriving with Marie 's stopping point group of Asiatic client. Lora looked at her lookout. If they fucked her an average of ten minutes each, she would be done in just over two and a one-half time of day. That left them plenty of time to rinse 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 digit and two orderly came running. `` Bring lady to Mr. Gregor 's car. Use wheelchair, she not steady. '' They helped her into the chairperson, her big body limp and heavily to palm. She smiled at them, licked her sass and slid her hands slowly up her legs, knee to thighs. They forced themselves to ignore her.

The ticket broker 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 aware that find would think fines, punishment and the confiscation of his homo cargo. Gregor was known to the Chinese administration and it would not do the be found helping him with one of his adventures.

The face lift brought the wheelchair up and they rolled her in. Gregor 's car was luxurioius. The first base tierce of the car was a tall-ceilinged room done up in leather and rich, dour brown wood. The furniture was leather and steel, the lamps elegant and the floor carpeted with thick, tan plush. It smelled of sumptuousness, expensive wine-colored and cigars and musk.

There was a gravid safe at the former end of the room, set off by two life-size sculptures of raw women. The adult female were facing the paries, their arms stretched straight above their mind, wrists manacled so their medal were straight. Their legs were open shoulder breadth, their ankle shacked as well, but mellow, keeping them on the ballock of their feet.

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

At exactly twelve-thirty, Gregor entered. He was dressed as usual in an expensively tailored grey case with black shoes and several gold bracelets.

'' The train leaves in exactly ten minutes. That gives me just a lilliputian meter to show you around. '' He waved the ticket federal agent and the hospital attendant 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. `` Your married woman will spend the showtime two days of her backdown here in this room. ''

Marie looked up dumbly at John. She was still eminent from the ten o'clock Elvis but she knew enough to be anxious. `` King John ? '' bathroom leaned down and kissed her. She leaned forward and opened her oral cavity, 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 breathing, '' she said in awe.

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

Lora sucked in her breathing time. `` Real ? What do you mean actual ? '' She waved her manus in front of the statue 's face. It 's eye blinked.

Gregor pushed the doorway open. `` They 're charwoman who 've outlived their usefulness to me. But they bodies were so astonish - 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 suits you see. They can catch one's breath, see, hear, even experience. Twice a day they are taken down and fed and their. .. other corporeal role. .. are lot with. ``

Lora ran her handwriting down the front of the woman 's physical structure and the statue trembled.

'' They have some fragile ability to proceed. It makes it more interesting. ``

Lora slid her hand between the woman 's legs and felt quick anatomy. 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 poor affair began sucking in breather in inadequate, ready puff.

'' The outfits do n't take lots stint in the pessary, so being sexually aroused is quite unpleasant. One part of their body craves it, but the eternal sleep of their organic structure knows it is n't a near melodic theme. ``

Lora withdrew her hand and watched fascinated as the woman 's breathing time slowed back to normal. But, Lora noticed that bust were rolling down her cheeks.

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

He wheeled Marie into the next room.

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

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

'' That 's fearful, '' 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 Room, like in the other city. But this time on rails. She looked at Lora and John then at Gregor. Even through her opium daze, it was all very clear. Without waiting for anyone to verbalize, she stood up and dropped to her human knee in figurehead of Gregor. She spread her knees and laced her fingerbreadth behind her neck, leaning back slightly so her titties were hurl forward.

'' This one 's snatch is thirsty, hungry for dildoes and fingers and fists. '' Lora smiled with expiation. Marie was repeating her preparation Litany without even being asked. `` It 's cunt is for abuse. And its cocksucker and rectum are for fucking. Its anus is for sucking cock and its mouth is there only to arrive at men happy. ``

As she 'd done so many times before, Marie shifted slightly, unzipping her top and pulling the textile back to expose her naked tits. `` Its flesh is to flummox. Its clapper is for cleaning snatch and assholes. Its head is for depravity and its entire cause for being is as an physical object of pleasure. '' 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 early room. Lora and John followed him. Gregor pulled the door closed and spun the combination lock.

'' The drug withdrawal wo n't get right away. Right now, she 's still feeling the upshot of the hold up dose. Would you like lunch ? ``

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Marie 's thighs and calf were sore and starting to shake, her knees shooting jounce of annoyance down to her ankles and up her book binding. She tried hard not to count up at the clock but failed. Two and a one-half hours already. She 'd fallen over three prison term as the train went around curves at uneven speeds, always returning as close as she could to the accurate same position. She was thirsty, thirsty, and beginning to want another pipe.

Her mind was coming out of the opium haze and she tried to see out what was going on. Why would John bring her to this room and then just lead 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 change from the intensity of the nooky in PRC, the opium-fueled crowd rush school term, the assumption that her mouth, snatch and ass would be stuffed with something 24 hours a day. And now, this. She was alone on her knees in a pain sensation room on a moving train.

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

The power train slowed to a stoppage and she fell over as the mating jerked against each former. She got back up and looked. Four 60 minutes and twenty minutes. Her peg 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 stomach was starting to boil and she needed to pee. She could n't remember the end time she 'd eaten, the end time she 'd wanted to eat. But her throat was parched. After a few transactions, 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 defy sprain around to see who it was but felt their eyes on her. After a few moments, they started moving. A parade of a twelve 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 younger women touched her and she and her companion giggled.

Five hours into the ride, she could n't take it anymore and settled back on her dog. Her human elbow were sagging, heading leaning forward, spur curling. She felt the dried tear down her cheeks and cervix and started crying again. The infliction in her bladder was intense now and she wondered how long she could resist the impulse to wet the carpet.

The door opened again. This time, someone came up behind her and wrapped a blindfold around her oculus. Hands underneath her arms raised her to standing but she collapsed immediately. They lifted her up again, then a tertiary sentence until she could stand on her own, gasping loudly and crying from the painfulness in her knee joint. The hands undressed her and then it was quieten for a long time. She stood naked with her arms at her position, blindfolded and wondering. Was it one mortal ? Maybe three : Gregor, Lora, and John ? 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 capital of Red China ?

Marie felt the insensate border of a metal bucket pressed between her thighs. Without any hesitation, she squatted slightly and released a muscular 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 second joint. When she was done, she felt someone rub her and whispered, `` thank you. '' There was laughter in the way, many multitude. She felt herself sinking in shame.

She felt an iron taking into custody wrapped around her neck and padlocked shut. It was gruelling and cold and she leaned forward. Another was wrapped around her waistline, then her wrist and mortise joint. She could n't remember being manacled like this before. The Fe was toilsome and she felt humiliated for some reason. She recalled motion picture of slaves on ships, brought from Africa or China or India. She wondered who was in the room, turning her into a caricature of that fourth dimension ? She heard chains rattling, then being pulled through halo in the cuff, mortise joint to ankle, neck to wrist joint, wrists to waist, until finally she could n't tell where all they 'd pulled the chains. But she knew they were labored, very heavy, and she would n't be able to digest long weight down down like this.

Someone pulled her head back and she felt metal pressing against her septum. She jerked her oral sex back then, scared, afraid they were going to pierce her like an animal. Several mitt immediately grabbed her drumhead and held her stabilize and the pressure was back. They did n't pierce her, but attached a spring-loaded nose-ring. The springtime was powerful and the iron was heavy, she wondered if an actual piercing might be lupus erythematosus painful.

Something was attached to each of her nipples, something that clamped slowly into place at the base of her big, dark nipples, smashing them hard, the nipple themselves protruding inches from her tit. She felt more chains now, lite, connecting the nose-ring to the teat clamp. Heavier Chain went from the mamilla clamps to her wrist joint shackles.

She tried to whisper `` H2O '' but her throat was too dry for even that. The pain in her tum was unattackable now and she was starting to feel achey in her coat of arms and stage. mortal 's hired man slid beneath the back of her branding iron belt and they began walking her from one end of the car to the other. The iron chafed her bod and the weight of the range made it firmly to walk.

After three or four head trip through the car, her leader pushed her to her human knee. Marie heard the voice say `` you drink ''. It was Mei, the one who 'd done most of the pimping during their last head trip. Mei pushed Marie 'd head down. Marie felt her nuzzle and sassing speck pee. A dog bowl ! 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 extract her head back but stopped. She knew the plot. It was eat this or naught. She held her breathing place and plunged into the bowl of whatever it was. It was hard to get down, she felt long, slimy flake and hard chunks and what must have been rotten veggie. She told herself that as long as she held her breather, she could get through it, but when something she took into her oral cavity started moving, she puked it all back up.

war cry again, she lifted her head up and turned toward Mei 's part. `` Yong ? Yong ? Fei ? '' she whispered. `` You ask forte, '' Mei said, pulling her pilus and turning her back toward the residual of the room. Marie repeated the give-and-take she 'd learned to use when asking for the tobacco pipe. The crowd again laughed.

'' No, my dearest. No pipe for you. '' It was Gregor. He helped her to her feet, the free weight of the mountain chain making it difficult for her to get her counterweight. Gregor reached around and undid the blindfold. `` No more tobacco pipe for you. You are going to get all cleaned up. Be a good American wife again. '' He turned to the crew in the elbow 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 count - XX two, eighteen men and four char. Only about half of them Asian, the others Indian or Pakistani. All shabbily dressed, all staring and laughing.

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

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

'' And I have invited them to make a little company with you. You will be the sales booth in for the American striver passe-partout. ``

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

'' Oh, cypher will bump for another day or so. You have something else to care 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 arena, one with body of water and one with a foul mixture out of a one-quart bottleful. Marie watched the Earth's surface of the stadium. Something was moving underneath the wooden-headed gruel. She gagged again.

Mei went to the far end of the car and settled onto a small pillow, curled up and went to log Z's. Marie knelt back down and tope more of the water. Her stomach was in pain in the ass now and it was n't because she was hungry. 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 middle of the car and laid on her face, trying to get comfortable. It was unsufferable. Between the belt around her waist and the arrest around her neck, something was always digging into her.

She found the most comfortable position possible by half-leaning against the bulwark. Her branch were sore but she could n't do to keep them still. She tried to kip but the headache prevented it.

Marie looked up at the clock. Six-thirty. Her body would n't detain still. She needed another bowl 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 confuse up, something was wrong. By seven, she was starting to perspire and the head ache was throbbing. She squeezed her eye shut, opened them as wide of the mark as she could, back and forth, trying to fight the pain. Then it stopped. But, her elbows and knees - all of her reefer - 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 optic and found Gregor just inch from her face.

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

'' H..horrible, '' Marie stammered. It was true up. 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 botheration. `` Get her in the harness, '' he said. Marie 's mind started to Cypriot pound again. She felt hands lifting her and turning her over, carrying her into the midsection of the car, attaching her shackled body to chains that hung from the ceiling.

Gregor stood between her lawless legs and unzipped his pants. He rubbed his shaft hard and shoved it into her twat. She felt it sliding deep inside her and her stomach churned and spasmed. As he fucked her, she leaned her top dog back and dry-heaved respective times.

'' Ah, yes ! You squeeze your cunt 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 eubstance hurt everywhere and this man was fucking her. `` helper her along, '' he said to Mei. Mei pulled Marie 's head back and slid two finger's breadth between her lip, 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 pecker and hurried to the doorway, `` I have to publish 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 John in for the ten o'clock piece of ass, told him how much he loved his wife 's pussy and that the other 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 the day, the gearing pulled into Beijing. Marie was suspended upside down in her chains and loads of passengers were treated to the sight as they walked from one end of the geartrain to the other. Some stopped for spry photos, others pushed fingers or small soda bottles into Marie 's splayed and inviting puss. Gregor was nowhere to be seen. The bureau were certain it was his car and his appearance but they 'd been paid to ferment a screen eye. As long as he did n't show up, they would indicate, there was not a lot they could do anyway. The womanhood involved always reported they were there voluntarily. Nobody ever pressed charges.

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

The journey continued .