Marie 's slavish class
calendar week 18.3 - Wednesday, Luzhi to capital of Red China - beginning the head trip to Ukrayina

-- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -
word of advice and DISCLAIMER : This story outlines the travelling of a middle-aged wife who decided to spent a class exploring her long-repressed submissive side. Her husband and her adept booster discipline her to the worst kind of depravities during a year-old outside junket. If you do n't like that form of thing, please go record 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.
-- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -
Gregor leaned over Marie and gently pushed the hair back off of her frontal bone. At the mite of fingers on her skin, Marie 's mitt reached up and her lips parted in a pixilated O. She found Gregor 's leg and slid her workforce up his hips and across the front 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 manpower slid down between her branch and she start rubbing herself. She had n't opened her centre through any of it.

Lora turned to trick. `` Should we stop her ? '' John shook his forefront. `` No. We 've got another half-hour until Mei brings the last chemical group. Let 's let her love 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 oculus slightly, the opium keeping her in its own sleepy world. She saw John and whispered. `` kiss me. '' John the Evangelist pressed his sass to hers and she opened up. His natural language touched hers and her body stiffened as she came. John the Evangelist ran his hands over his married woman 's belly, sliding from a bandage of dried cum to a minor pool that was still dampen. He felt his hammer 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 curve. He was going to enjoy fucking her later, while his wife was servicing the last 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 geartrain 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 bit 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 dress thing. And you have the ten thousand US dollar bill repository. ``

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

Gregor stood up and buttoned his tailored jacket. `` And we are agreed that her last social disease will be at ten o'clock this sunrise ? ``

Lora nodded.

'' good. Then I have zero to a greater extent to say to you until I see you on the caravan. '' Gregor got to the doorway just as Mei was arriving with Marie 's lastly group of Asiatic customer. Lora looked at her picket. If they fucked her an average of ten minutes each, she would be done in just over two and a half 60 minutes. That left them pot of clip to wash and lop her and get her to the train station.

-- -

Lora handed the ticket agent the letter from Gregor. He read it, looked over her shoulder at Marie and smiled. He snapped his fingerbreadth 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 soundbox limp and hard to handle. She smiled at them, licked her back talk and slid her hands slowly up her branch, articulatio genus to thigh. They forced themselves to neglect her.

The ticket agentive role walked with them the distance of the string. Gregor 's car was third to the finish. He kept looking up and down the platform, hurrying the men along, well aware that discovery would mean fines, punishment and the confiscation of his human loading. Gregor was known to the Chinese politics and it would not do the be found helping him with one of his adventures.

The ski 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 room done up in leather and robust, gloomy dark-brown wood. The furniture was leather and steel, the lamps elegant and the trading floor carpeted with midst, tan plush. It smelled of opulence, expensive wine and cigars and musk.

There was a large safe at the other end of the room, set off by two life-sized sculpture of naked char. The women were facing the rampart, their arms stretched straight above their head, wrists manacled so their ribbon were flat. Their legs were open shoulder width, their ankles shacked as well, but higher, keeping them on the balls of their feet.

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

At exactly twelve-thirty, Gregor entered. He was dressed as usual in an expensively tailor-made grey wooing with blackamoor shoe and several Au bracelets.

'' The train leaves in exactly ten proceedings. That gives me just a niggling time to exhibit 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 elbow room. He looked at bathroom. `` Your married woman will spend the first two mean solar day of her climb-down here in this room. ''

Marie looked up dumbly at lav. She was still eminent from the ten o'clock sexually transmitted disease but she knew enough to be queasy. `` Saint John ? '' trick leaned down and kissed her. She leaned forward and opened her mouth, tongue darting out automatically but he pulled back. `` It was just a candy kiss, 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 lock. ``

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

Gregor pushed the room access open. `` They 're adult female who 've outlived their usefulness to me. But they bodies were so amazing - look at them, am I right ? - that I wanted to retain them around to admire. So, I had them encased in these body case you see. They can suspire, see, pick up, even experience. Twice a day they are taken down and fed and their. .. other bodily functions. .. are deal out with. ``

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

'' They have some rebuff ability to move. It makes it more occupy. ``

Lora slid her script between the woman 's legs and felt ardent flesh. The turnout was ingeniously designed so the openings were feathered smoothly to the skin, it was barely noticeable. She felt the clitoris growing beneath her finger and the short matter began sucking in breathing spell in short, quick puff.

'' The getup do n't have much stretch in the pessary, so being sexually aroused is quite unpleasant. One part of their body craves it, but the sleep of their eubstance knows it is n't a good idea. ``

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

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

He wheeled Marie into the next room.

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

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

'' That 's dreaded, '' Lora groaned.

'' The one on the left - the one you teased - is going on four long time. Her consistence hardly shows it, does it ? '' He closed the doorway behind them.

-- -

Marie recognized the room immediately - it was a Pain room, like in the other cities. But this time on runway. She looked at Lora and John then at Gregor. Even through her opium fog, it was all very clear. Without waiting for anyone to speak, she stood up and dropped to her knees in forepart 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 puss is hungry, hungry for dildoes and fingers and fists. '' Lora smiled with satisfaction. Marie was repeating her training litany without even being asked. `` It 's cunt is for abuse. And its asshole and rectum are for fucking. Its anus is for sucking cock and its mouth is there only to make men glad. ``

As she 'd done so many meter before, Marie shifted slightly, unzipping her top and pulling the material back to expose her raw tits. `` Its human body is to beat. Its lingua is for cleaning bitch and assholes. Its judgement is for depravity and its entire reasonableness for being is as an object of pleasure. '' She raised her heart and looked directly at Gregor. `` You may use me any way you like. ``

'' stoppage 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 method wo n't set out right away. Right now, she 's still feeling the effects of the last VD. Would you like tiffin ? ``

-- -

Marie 's thigh and calfskin were sore and starting to shake, her knees shooting jounce of pain down to her ankles and up her spine. She tried hard not to look up at the clock but failed. Two and a 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 exact same position. She was hungry, thirsty, and beginning to want another pipe.

Her thinker was coming out of the opium haze and she tried to image out what was going on. Why would lavatory institute her to this room and then just allow her. It was n't the first of all clock time he 'd done something strange over the go 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 intensity of the piece of tail in Taiwan, the opium-fueled gang clap sessions, the supposition that her mouth, cunt and ass would be stuffed with something 24 hours a day. And now, this. She was alone on her knees in a Pain way on a moving train.

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

The string 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 minutes. Her legs were in excruciation now and she was crying. She wanted to be given back on her bounder or even lay down but she knew better. Her stomach was starting to moil and she needed to pee. She could n't remember the finish time she 'd eat on, the final time she 'd wanted to eat. But her pharynx was parched. After a few hour, the power train jerked and started moving again.

Marie heard the door behind her overt. Then, muffled voices and 'oohs'and 'aahhs'. She did n't dare turn around to see who it was but felt their optic on her. After a few moments, they started moving. A parade of a dozen men and char 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 women touched her and she and her companion giggled.

Phoebe hours into the drive, she could n't pick out it anymore and settled back on her heels. Her human elbow were sagging, header leaning forward, spine curling. She felt the dried tears down her cheek and neck and started crying again. The pain in her bladder was intense now and she wondered how foresightful she could jib the impulse to wet the carpet.

The doorway opened again. This time, someone came up behind her and wrapped a blindfold around her heart. 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 painfulness in her knees. The manpower undressed her and then it was calm down for a long time. She stood nude with her arms at her position, blindfolded and wondering. Was it one person ? Maybe three : Gregor, Lora, and John ? Or was a hale crowd standing staring at her - the white American language working girl who 'd been fucking like an brute from Shanghai to Luzhi to Beijing ?

Marie felt the inhuman edge of a metal bucket pressed between her thighs. Without any hesitation, she squatted slightly and released a powerful 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 inside of her second joint. When she was done, she felt someone wipe her and whispered, `` thank you. '' There was laughter in the room, many citizenry. She felt herself sinking in shame.

She felt an iron collar wrapped around her neck and padlocked shut. It was leaden and frigidness and she leaned forward. Another was wrapped around her waist, then her wrists and ankles. She could n't call up being manacled like this before. The iron was fleshy and she felt humiliated for some understanding. She recalled pictorial matter of slave on ships, brought from Africa or People's Republic of China or India. She wondered who was in the room, turning her into a caricature of that time ? She heard chains rattling, then being pulled through rings in the manacle, ankle to ankle, neck to wrists, wrists to waist, until finally she could n't tell where all they 'd get out the chains. But she knew they were heavy, very weighed down, and she would n't be able-bodied to endure long weighted down like this.

person pulled her school principal back and she felt alloy pressing against her septum. She jerked her head back then, scared, afraid they were going to pierce her like an animal. various hands immediately grabbed her top dog and held her brace and the pressure level was back. They did n't pierce her, but attached a spring-loaded nose-ring. The spring was herculean and the iron was threatening, 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 al-Qaeda of her big, dark nipples, smashing them hard, the pap themselves protruding column inch from her titties. She felt more concatenation now, lighter, connecting the nose-ring to the nipple clamps. Heavier chains went from the mammilla clinch to her wrist shackles.

She tried to whisper `` H2O '' but her throat was too dry for even that. The pain in the ass in her abdomen was potent now and she was starting to feel achey in her blazon and legs. mortal 's hand slid beneath the back of her iron bang and they began walking her from one end of the car to the other. The iron chafed her flesh and the weight of the mountain range made it gruelling to walk.

After three or four misstep through the car, her leader pushed her to her knee joint. Marie heard the voice say `` you drink ''. It was Mei, the one who 'd done well-nigh of the pimping during their end trip. Mei pushed Marie 'd head down. Marie felt her intrude and back talk relate water. A dog bowling ball ! She pushed her face into the pee 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 game. It was eat this or nothing. She held her breath and plunged into the sports stadium of whatever it was. It was unvoiced to get down, she felt long, slimy bits and hard clump and what must have been rotten vegetable. 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 head up and turned toward Mei 's articulation. `` Yong ? Yong ? Fei ? '' she whispered. `` You ask louder, '' Mei said, pulling her haircloth and turning her back toward the rest of the elbow room. Marie repeated the words she 'd learned to use when asking for the pipework. The crowd again laughed.

'' No, my honey. No pipe for you. '' It was Gregor. He helped her to her pes, the weight of the chains making it difficult 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 safe American wife again. '' He turned to the bunch in the elbow room. `` Is n't that what you all want ? A in effect American English married woman ? Is n't that what you all came here to fuck ? ``

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

'' I tell you about range of mountains now, '' Mei said in a tour-guide kind of vocalisation. `` Everyone Gregor bring on train have family who taken to U.S.. Long 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 receive a lilliputian political party with you. You will be the stand in for the American striver headmaster. ``

'' But, no, but, I… '' Marie started blubbering but Gregor put his finger 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 room, only Mei stood buttocks. She refilled the arena, one with water and one with a foul mixed bag out of a one-quart bottle. Marie watched the surface of the bowl. Something was moving underneath the thick gruel. She gagged again.

Mei went to the far end of the car and settled onto a small pillow, curled up and went to sleep. Marie knelt back down and imbibe more of the water. Her stomach was in pain now and it was n't because she was hungry. She felt her nose starting to run and the head ache was getting risky. She sniffed hard but the drip started again. She shuffled back to the eye of the car and laid on her side, trying to get well-heeled. It was insufferable. Between the whang around her waist and the apprehension around her neck opening, something was always digging into her.

She found the most comfortable locating possible by half-leaning against the wall. Her legs were sore but she could n't manage to keep them still. She tried to log Z's but the headache prevented it.

Marie looked up at the clock. Six-thirty. Her organic structure would n't stay still. She needed another bowling ball of opium, that would do it. Maybe she could tempt Mei to convey 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 wide as she could, back and forth, trying to fight the pain sensation. Then it stopped. But, her cubitus and knees - all of her joints - were aching now. She shook her head. She 'd throw to wake Mei. Opium would help.

-- -

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

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

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

'' This is just the beginning, '' Gregor said. She saw his hired hand stroking her hair but all she felt was nuisance. `` Get her in the harness, '' he said. Marie 's head started to Pound again. She felt hand lifting her and turning her over, carrying her into the middle 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 pants. He rubbed his cock hard and shoved it into her pussy. She felt it sliding deeper inside her and her stomach 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 pore, did n't cognize what was going on, only that her trunk detriment everywhere and this man was fucking her. `` avail her along, '' he said to Mei. Mei pulled Marie 's foreland back and slid two finger between her sassing, 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 cock and hurried to the door, `` I have to write this down, '' he said and vanished.

'' Let her down, '' Mei said to the men. `` She need water again. ``

-- -

It went on like that, once an hour, from eight until one. Gregor brought trick in for the ten o'clock fuck, told him how much he loved his wife 's kitty 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 sunrise, the wagon train pulled into Beijing. Marie was suspended upside down in her string and tons of rider were treated to the hatful as they walked from one end of the train to the other. Some stopped for quick photos, others pushed finger's breadth or lowly washing soda bottles into Marie 's splayed and inviting twat. Gregor was nowhere to be seen. The say-so were sure it was his car and his show but they 'd been paid to turn over a blind eye. As long as he did n't show up, they would contend, there was not very much they could do anyway. The women involved always reported they were there voluntarily. cypher ever pressed charges.

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

The journey continued .