Marie 's Submissive yr
calendar week 18.3 - Wednesday, Luzhi to Peiping - beginning the slip to Ukraine

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WARNING and disclaimer : This tale outlines the locomotion of a middle-aged wife who decided to spend a year exploring her long-repressed submissive side. Her husband and her best friend matter her to the risky kinds of depravities during a year-old International jaunt. If you do n't like that kind of matter, please go say something else and do n't go away feedback here about how frightful and disgusting the story is. It 's fiction 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 contact of fingers on her peel, Marie 's hired man reached up and her sassing parted in a wet O. She found Gregor 's leg and slid her hired man up his hips and across the figurehead of his knickers, 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 deal away and stepped back from the bed. Marie closed her mouth and her hands slid down between her legs and she start rubbing herself. She had n't opened her optic through any of it.

Lora turned to John. `` Should we stop her ? '' King John shook his head. `` No. We 've got another half-hour until Mei brings the stopping point 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 married woman 's forehead. She opened her eyes slightly, the opium keeping her in its own sleepy man. She saw John Lackland and whispered. `` candy kiss me. '' lavatory pressed his lips to hers and she opened up. His glossa touched hers and her trunk stiffened as she came. John ran his helping hand over his wife 's belly, sliding from a plot of ground of dried cum to a lowly pond that was still moist. He felt his cock getting hard. He looked at Lora, sitting at the table negotiating with Gregor. She was wearing an ankle-length skintight wearing apparel that showed off every breaking ball. He was going to revel 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 go out Luzhi, probably forever.

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

'' I understand. I am fully capable of… ''

'' You understand that not only will you not be paid, but I will do after you. I have already spent Sir Thomas More than five thousand Euro 's set thing. And you have the ten thousand US dollar alluviation. ``

'' 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 cap. `` And we are consort that her end dose will be at ten o'clock this morning ? ``

Lora nodded.

'' good. Then I have aught more to say to you until I see you on the train. '' Gregor got to the threshold just as Mei was arriving with Marie 's cobbler's last group of Asian customers. Lora looked at her sentinel. If they fucked her an average of ten minutes each, she would be done in just over two and a one-half hours. That left them plenty of time to wash and primp her and get her to the power 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 finger and two orderly came running. `` Bring lady to Mr. Gregor 's car. Use wheelchair, she not steady. '' They helped her into the hot seat, her big body limp and unvoiced to wield. She smiled at them, licked her back talk and slid her hands slowly up her legs, stifle to thigh. They forced themselves to brush aside her.

The ticket agent walked with them the length of the geartrain. Gregor 's car was third to the last. He kept looking up and down the political program, hurrying the men along, well aware that discovery would mean fine, penalization and the confiscation of his human cargo. Gregor was known to the Chinese government and it would not do the be found helping him with one of his adventures.

The airlift brought the wheelchair up and they rolled her in. Gregor 's car was luxurioius. The 1st one-third of the car was a tall-ceilinged way done up in leather and rich, sour John Brown Sir Henry Joseph Wood. The piece of furniture was leather and steel, the lamps elegant and the floor carpeted with thick, tan plush. It smelled of opulence, expensive wine-coloured and cigars and musk.

There was a large prophylactic at the other end of the elbow room, set off by two life-sized sculptures of defenseless fair sex. The woman were facing the walls, their arms stretched straight above their principal, wrists manacled so their decoration were flavorless. Their legs were open shoulder breadth, their ankle joint shacked as well, but higher, keeping them on the balls of their feet.

'' lavatory, you 're staring, '' Lora teased. He felt his cock stiffen just looking at them. So revelatory. He pictured Marie in that attitude, turned to look her. She was staring too. Very intently.

At exactly twelve-thirty, Gregor entered. He was dressed as usual in an expensively bespoken grey wooing with black shoes and several atomic number 79 bracelets.

'' The railroad train leaves in exactly ten proceedings. That gives me just a little time to picture you around. '' He waved the ticket agent and the orderlies away, handing each of them a hatful of up-to-dateness. They bowed and scraped their way out of the car.

Gregor wheeled Marie across the room. He looked at john. `` Your wife will spend the number one two days of her backdown here in this room. ''

Marie looked up dumbly at Saint John the Apostle. She was still high from the ten o'clock Cupid's itch but she knew enough to be anxious. `` John ? '' Saint John leaned down and kissed her. She leaned forward and opened her oral fissure, 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 material, '' Gregor said disinterestedly. He leaned over and turned the roller on the big combination lock. ``

Lora sucked in her hint. `` Real ? What do you mean existent ? '' She waved her handwriting in front end of the statue 's grimace. It 's heart blinked.

Gregor pushed the threshold unfold. `` They 're women who 've outlived their usefulness to me. But they torso were so vex - look at them, am I right ? - that I wanted to keep them around to admire. So, I had them encased in these consistence suits you see. They can breathe, see, learn, even feel. Twice a day they are taken down and fed and their. .. early bodily functions. .. are distribute with. ``

Lora ran her hired man down the presence of the woman 's organic structure and the statue trembled.

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

Lora slid her hand between the woman 's legs and felt warm chassis. The outfit 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 pitiful affair began sucking in breath in short, spry puff.

'' The outfits do n't have a good deal stretch in the stop, so being sexually aroused is quite unpleasant. One share of their trunk craves it, but the rest of their torso knows it is n't a good melodic theme. ``

Lora withdrew her hired man and watched fascinated as the fair sex '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 ? '' Saint John asked, hypnotized.

'' The one on the right, eight calendar month. ``

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

'' The one on the left - the one you teased - is going on four old age. 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 in the neck room, like in the other cities. But this clock time on track. She looked at Lora and John then at Gregor. Even through her opium haze, it was all very clear. Without waiting for anyone to verbalise, she stood up and dropped to her genu in front line of Gregor. She spread her knees and laced her digit behind her cervix, leaning back slightly so her titty were thrust forward.

'' This one 's cunt is athirst, athirst for dildoes and fingers and fist. '' 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 sassing is there only to make men happy. ``

As she 'd done so many times before, Marie shifted slightly, unzipping her top and pulling the stuff back to expose her naked mammilla. `` Its bod is to perplex. Its tongue is for cleaning cunt and assholes. Its psyche is for depravity and its full reason for being is as an object of pleasance. '' 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 other room. Lora and John followed him. Gregor pulled the door closed and spun the combination lock.

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

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Marie 's thighs and calves were sore and starting to throw off, her knees shooting jolts of painful sensation down to her ankle and up her back. She tried hard not to look up at the clock but failed. Two and a one-half hour already. She 'd fallen over three clock time as the train went around curves at odd speeds, always returning as close as she could to the exact same attitude. She was thirsty, athirst, and beginning to require another pipe.

Her thinker was coming out of the opium fog and she tried to figure out what was going on. Why would Saint John the Apostle wreak her to this room and then just bequeath her. It was n't the maiden time he 'd done something strange over the last 18 hebdomad, but this felt unlike. She could n't suppose, 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 ring bang Roger Sessions, the August 15 that her lip, bitch and ass would be stuffed with something 24 hours a day. And now, this. She was alone on her knees in a botheration elbow room on a moving train.

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

The gearing slowed to a blockage and she fell over as the yoke jerked against each other. She got back up and looked. Four hours and 20 arcminute. Her wooden leg were in torture now and she was crying. She wanted to tip back on her heel or even lay down but she knew better. Her abdomen was starting to churn and she needed to pee. She could n't remember the in conclusion clock time she 'd rust, the last sentence she 'd wanted to eat. But her throat was parched. After a few transactions, the gear jerked and started moving again.

Marie heard the door behind her open. Then, muffled voices and 'oohs'and 'aahhs'. She did n't defy wrick around to see who it was but felt their eyes 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 door at the far end of the car. One of the youthful women touched her and she and her fellow traveller giggled.

Five hour into the drive, she could n't take it anymore and settled back on her heel. Her elbows were sagging, head leaning forward, acantha curling. She felt the dried tear down her face and neck and started crying again. The annoyance in her bladder was intense now and she wondered how long she could resist the urge to wet the carpet.

The threshold opened again. This meter, someone came up behind her and wrapped a blindfold around her centre. Hands underneath her arms raised her to standing but she collapsed immediately. They lifted her up again, then a one-third metre 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 quiet for a long time. She stood naked with her arms at her sides, blindfolded and wondering. Was it one individual ? Maybe three : Gregor, Lora, and Saint John the Apostle ? Or was a whole crowd standing staring at her - the ovalbumin American whore who 'd been fucking like an animate being from Shanghai to Luzhi to capital of Red China ?

Marie felt the cold sharpness of a metallic element bucket pressed between her thighs. Without any falter, she squatted slightly and released a mighty stream of piss. Realizing how easily she 'd given in, she started to cry again, listening to the pee bubble, feeling drops of it splash back along the insides of her thigh. When she was done, she felt somebody 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 heavy and cold and she leaned forward. Another was wrapped around her waist, then her wrist joint and ankles. She could n't remember being manacled like this before. The smoothing iron was lumbering and she felt humiliated for some ground. She recalled picture show of hard worker on ships, brought from Africa or Taiwan or India. She wondered who was in the elbow room, turning her into a imitation of that time ? She heard strand rattling, then being pulled through anchor ring in the manacle, ankle to ankle, cervix to wrists, wrist joint to waist, until finally she could n't tell where all they 'd pulled the chains. But she knew they were overweight, very heavy, and she would n't be able to stand long burden down like this.

Someone pulled her head word back and she felt metal pressure against her septum. She jerked her question back then, scared, afraid they were going to pierce her like an animal. respective paw immediately grabbed her caput and held her sweetie and the press was back. They did n't pierce her, but attached a spring-loaded nose-ring. The natural spring was powerful and the iron was dense, 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 home at the base of her big, night nipples, smashing them concentrated, the nipple themselves protruding inches from her titties. She felt more range now, lightsome, connecting the nose-ring to the nipple clamps. Heavier chain went from the nipple clamps to her radiocarpal joint shackles.

She tried to whisper `` water '' but her throat was too dry for even that. The pain in her breadbasket was unattackable now and she was starting to finger achey in her arms and legs. Someone 's hand slid beneath the dorsum of her atomic number 26 belt and they began walking her from one end of the car to the other. The iron chafed her flesh and the weight of the chain made it surd to walk.

After three or four trips through the car, her leader pushed her to her genu. Marie heard the interpreter say `` you drink ''. It was Mei, the one who 'd done well-nigh of the pimping during their last trip-up. Mei pushed Marie 'd head down. Marie felt her nose and lips touch water. A dog arena ! She pushed her case into the water supply and drank and drank. After that, Mei pushed her head sideways and she smelled something awful. She gagged and started to pull up her head back but stopped. She knew the game. It was eat this or zilch. She held her breath and plunged into the trough of whatever it was. It was toilsome to get down, she felt long, slimy second and arduous chunks and what must receive 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 oral cavity started moving, she puked it all back up.

Crying again, she lifted her question up and turned toward Mei 's voice. `` Yong ? Yong ? Fei ? '' she whispered. `` You ask louder, '' Mei said, pulling her hair and turning her back toward the rest of the way. Marie repeated the speech she 'd learned to use when asking for the pipage. The bunch again laughed.

'' No, my dear. No pipe for you. '' It was Gregor. He helped her to her feet, the weight of the chains making it difficult for her to get her balance. Gregor reached around and undid the blindfold. `` No more tobacco pipe for you. You are going to get all cleaned up. Be a honorable American married woman again. '' He turned to the gang in the room. `` Is n't that what you all want ? A right American language wife ? Is n't that what you all came here to make love ? ``

Marie did a quick counting - XX two, eighteen men and four fair sex. Only about half of them Asian, the others Indian or Pakistani. All shabbily dressed, all staring and laughing.

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

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

'' And I have invited them to stimulate a little party with you. You will be the outdoor stage in for the American English slave master. ``

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

'' Oh, zippo will materialize 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 water and one with a befoul mixing out of a one-quart bottle. 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 modest pillow, curled up and went to sleep. Marie knelt back down and drank Sir Thomas More of the water. Her stomach was in pain now and it was n't because she was thirsty. 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 heart of the car and laid on her side, trying to get comfortable. It was impossible. Between the bang around her waist and the apprehension around her neck, something was always digging into her.

She found the most well-off position possible by half-leaning against the rampart. 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 soundbox would n't stay on 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 befuddle up, something was wrong. By seven, she was starting to sweat and the headache was throbbing. She squeezed her eyes shut, opened them as extensive as she could, back and Forth River, trying to campaign the pain. Then it stopped. But, her articulatio cubiti and knees - all of her joints - were aching now. She shook her head. She 'd give to ignite Mei. Opium would help.

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

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

'' H..horrible, '' Marie stammered. It was true. 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 header started to quid again. She felt hands lifting her and turning her over, carrying her into the middle of the car, attaching her shackled body to range that hung from the ceiling.

Gregor stood between her lawless legs and unzipped his trouser. He rubbed his hammer hard and shoved it into her cunt. She felt it sliding inscrutable inside her and her stomach churned and spasmed. As he fucked her, she leaned her head word 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 bonk what was going on, only that her body suffering everywhere and this man was fucking her. `` supporter her along, '' he said to Mei. Mei pulled Marie 's head back and slid two finger's breadth 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 cock and hurried to the door, `` I have to drop a line 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 whoremonger in for the ten o'clock fucking, told him how much he loved his married woman 's kitty-cat and that the too soon withdrawal piece of ass 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 forenoon, the train pulled into Peiping. Marie was suspended upside down in her chains and wads of passenger were treated to the sight as they walked from one end of the train to the other. Some stopped for quick photo, others pushed fingers or small washing soda feeding bottle into Marie 's splayed and inviting cunt. Gregor was nowhere to be seen. The authorities were sealed it was his car and his show but they 'd been paid to turn a blind eye. As long as he did n't depict up, they would contend, there was not much they could do anyway. The charwoman involved always reported they were there voluntarily. cypher ever pressed charges.

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

The journeying continued .