Marie 's Submissive Year
Week 18.3 - Wed, Luzhi to Beijing - beginning the trip to Ukrayina

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WARNING and disavowal : This story outlines the travel of a middle-aged wife who decided to expend a yr exploring her long-repressed slavish side. Her husband and her unspoiled friend subject field her to the worst kind of putrefaction during a year-old international junket. If you do n't like that kind of thing, please go read something else and do n't lead feedback here about how horrifying and disgusting the tale 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 signature of fingers on her cutis, Marie 's hands reached up and her sassing parted in a besotted O. She found Gregor 's leg and slid her hands up his hips and across the social movement of his bloomers, 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 lip and her script slid down between her legs and she start rubbing herself. She had n't opened her centre through any of it.

Lora turned to John. `` Should we stop her ? '' John shook his head. `` No. We 've got another 30 minutes until Mei brings the end radical. Let 's let her enjoy herself a piffling bit. '' He got up and walked over to the dirty bed, leaned forward and kissed his wife 's forehead. She opened her center slightly, the opium keeping her in its own sleepy world. She saw John and whispered. `` kiss me. '' privy pressed his back talk to hers and she opened up. His tongue touched hers and her body stiffened as she came. John Lackland ran his custody over his wife 's belly, sliding from a patch of dried cum to a humble pocket billiards that was still soften. He felt his stopcock 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 curvature. He was going to savour fucking her later, while his wife was servicing the lastly 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 train at exactly twelve-thirty, is that pass ? '' Gregor said to Lora. `` I 've paid them off and paid them well but they can only assure a ten minute window. ``

'' I understand. I am fully capable 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 dollar sign sedimentation. ``

'' Yes, one-half of our agreed upon monetary value. There is no need to endanger me, Gregor, we are both profiting from this exchange, '' Lora said, struggling to sustain her calmness.

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

Lora nodded.

'' good. Then I have nothing 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 live chemical group of Asian customers. Lora looked at her watch. 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 prune her and get her to the gearing station.

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Lora handed the slate agent the alphabetic character from Gregor. He read it, looked over her shoulder at Marie and smiled. He snapped his finger's breadth and two hospital attendant came running. `` Bring noblewoman to Mr. Gregor 's car. Use wheelchair, she not unfluctuating. '' They helped her into the chair, her big body limp and hard to do by. She smiled at them, licked her lips and slid her work force slowly up her pegleg, knees to second joint. They forced themselves to discount her.

The just the ticket agent walked with them the distance of the train. Gregor 's car was third to the go. He kept looking up and down the platform, hurrying the men along, well aware that find would mean mulct, punishment and the confiscation of his human being cargo. Gregor was known to the Chinese government and it would not do the be found helping him with one of his adventures.

The 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 rich, obscure brown forest. The furniture was leather and steel, the lamps elegant and the floor carpeted with thick, tan plush. It smelled of opulence, expensive wine and cigars and musk.

There was a bombastic safe at the early end of the elbow room, set off by two full-size sculpture of naked woman. The charwoman were facing the wall, their munition stretched straight above their head, wrists manacled so their palms were flat. Their pegleg were open berm 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 cock stiffen just looking at them. So suggestive. He pictured Marie in that situation, 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 suit with blackened shoes and several gold bracelets.

'' The gear leaves in exactly ten minutes. That gives me just a picayune time to indicate you around. '' He waved the ticket broker and the hospital attendant away, handing each of them a smokestack of currency. They bowed and scraped their way out of the car.

Gregor wheeled Marie across the room. He looked at bathroom. `` Your wife will spend the start two day of her climb-down here in this room. ''

Marie looked up dumbly at whoremaster. She was still high school from the ten o'clock back breaker but she knew enough to be anxious. `` John ? '' King John leaned down and kissed her. She leaned forward and opened her oral fissure, natural language darting out automatically but he pulled back. `` It was just a candy kiss, dear. ``

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

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

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

Gregor pushed the door open. `` They 're womanhood who 've outlived their usefulness to me. But they bodies were so nonplus - look at them, am I right ? - that I wanted to sustain them around to admire. So, I had them encased in these body suits you see. They can breathe, see, hear, even feel. Twice a day they are taken down and fed and their. .. other bodily part. .. are trade with. ``

Lora ran her hand down the front of the charwoman 's organic structure and the statue trembled.

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

Lora slid her hand between the woman 's peg and felt fond flesh. The rig was ingeniously designed so the opening move were feathered smoothly to the peel, it was barely noticeable. She felt the clit growing beneath her finger and the poor thing began sucking in breath in short-circuit, straightaway puff.

'' The outfits do n't sustain much stretch in the diaphragm, so being sexually aroused is quite unpleasant. One part of their consistency craves it, but the rest of their soundbox knows it is n't a sound idea. ``

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

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

He wheeled Marie into the next room.

'' How long have they been there ? '' St. John the Apostle asked, hypnotized.

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

'' That 's terrible, '' Lora groaned.

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

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Marie recognized the room immediately - it was a botheration room, like in the former city. But this clock time on rails. She looked at Lora and John then at Gregor. Even through her opium daze, it was all very illuminate. Without waiting for anyone to speak, she stood up and dropped to her knees in battlefront of Gregor. She spread her human knee and laced her fingers behind her neck, leaning back slightly so her titties were poke forward.

'' This one 's cunt is hungry, athirst for dildoes and fingers and fists. '' Lora smiled with gratification. Marie was repeating her training Litany without even being asked. `` It 's cunt is for contumely. And its arsehole and rectum are for fucking. Its anus is for sucking cock and its oral fissure is there only to throw men felicitous. ``

As she 'd done so many times before, Marie shifted slightly, unzipping her top and pulling the material back to divulge her naked titty. `` Its flesh is to beat. Its tongue is for cleaning snatch and bunghole. Its mind is for depravation and its intact intellect for being is as an object of pleasure. '' She raised her eyes and looked directly at Gregor. `` You may use me any way you like. ``

'' hitch like that, '' he said calmly, then turned and walked back into the other room. Lora and bathroom 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 outcome of the go dose. Would you like lunch ? ``

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Marie 's thighs and calfskin were sore and starting to stimulate, her knees shooting jolts of pain down to her ankle and up her spinal column. She tried hard not to calculate up at the clock but failed. Two and a one-half hours already. She 'd fallen over three times as the caravan went around curve at uneven speeds, always returning as close as she could to the exact Lapplander place. She was hungry, thirsty, and beginning to need another pipe.

Her mind was coming out of the opium haze and she tried to figure out what was going on. Why would John bring her to this way and then just forget her. It was n't the for the first time time he 'd done something strange over the last 18 calendar week, but this felt different. She could n't think, the drugs had addled her encephalon. But something was unlike. Maybe it was the change from the intensity of the nookie in China, the opium-fueled gang flush sessions, the Assumption of Mary that her backtalk, twat and ass would be stuffed with something 24 hours a day. And now, this. She was alone on her articulatio genus in a Pain Room on a moving train.

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

The geartrain slowed to a occlusion and she fell over as the coupler jerked against each other. She got back up and looked. Four time of day and twenty minutes. Her legs were in agony now and she was crying. She wanted to lean back on her heel or even lay down but she knew better. Her stomach was starting to roil and she needed to pee. She could n't remember the utmost time she 'd eaten, the finale time she 'd wanted to eat. But her throat was parched. After a few minute, the train jerked and started moving again.

Marie heard the doorway behind her open. Then, muffled phonation and 'oohs'and 'aahhs'. She did n't defy twist around to see who it was but felt their eyes on her. After a few import, they started moving. A parade of a 12 men and womanhood 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 cleaning woman touched her and she and her companion giggled.

quintet hr into the ride, she could n't rent it anymore and settled back on her heels. Her elbows were sagging, head leaning forward, spine curling. She felt the dried snag down her cheek and neck opening and started crying again. The pain in her bladder was intense now and she wondered how long she could balk the urge to wet the carpet.

The door opened again. This time, someone came up behind her and wrapped a blindfold around her eyes. Hands underneath her branch raised her to standing but she collapsed immediately. They lifted her up again, then a third sentence 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 quiet for a long meter. She stood defenseless with her arms at her sides, blindfolded and wondering. Was it one somebody ? Maybe three : Gregor, Lora, and John ? Or was a solid crowd standing staring at her - the white American working girl who 'd been fucking like an creature from Shanghai to Luzhi to Beijing ?

Marie felt the frigidity boundary of a metal bucketful pressed between her thigh. Without any hesitation, she squatted slightly and released a hefty current of pissing. Realizing how easily she 'd given in, she started to cry again, listening to the weewee house of cards, feeling drops of it splash back along the interior of her second joint. When she was done, she felt person wipe her and whispered, `` thank you. '' There was laughter in the room, many people. She felt herself sinking in shame.

She felt an iron pinch wrapped around her cervix and padlocked shut. It was enceinte and insensate and she leaned forward. Another was wrapped around her waist, then her wrists and ankles. She could n't think being manacled like this before. The iron was heavy and she felt humiliated for some reasonableness. She recalled characterisation of slaves on ships, brought from Africa or China or Bharat. She wondered who was in the elbow room, turning her into a caricature of that meter ? She heard Sir Ernst Boris Chain rattling, then being pulled through hoop in the manacles, ankle to ankle, neck to wrists, wrist to waist, until finally she could n't tell where all they 'd take out the irons. But she knew they were gravid, very expectant, and she would n't be able to put up long weighted down like this.

person pulled her nous back and she felt metallic element pressing against her septum. She jerked her top dog back then, scared, afraid they were going to pierce her like an animal. respective hands immediately grabbed her head and held her steady and the pressure was back. They did n't pierce her, but attached a spring-loaded nose-ring. The spring was powerful and the atomic number 26 was heavy, 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 shoes at the base of her big, dark nipples, smashing them hard, the nipple themselves protruding inches from her tit. She felt more concatenation now, lighter, connecting the nose-ring to the nipple clamps. Heavier chains went from the nipple clamps to her wrist joint shackles.

She tried to whisper `` water system '' but her throat was too dry for even that. The painful sensation in her stomach was unassailable now and she was starting to feel achey in her arms and leg. someone 's deal slid beneath the book binding of her branding iron belt and they began walking her from one end of the car to the other. The smoothing iron chafed her pulp and the weight of the chemical chain made it hard to walk.

After three or four tripper through the car, her leader pushed her to her knees. Marie heard the part say `` you drink ''. It was Mei, the one who 'd done most of the pimping during their in conclusion misstep. Mei pushed Marie 'd head down. Marie felt her nose and rim advert urine. 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 pull her fountainhead back but stopped. She knew the game. It was eat this or naught. She held her breath and plunged into the bowl of whatever it was. It was hard to get down, she felt long, slimy bit and hard chunks 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 mouth started moving, she puked it all back up.

call again, she lifted her header up and turned toward Mei 's voice. `` Yong ? Yong ? Fei ? '' she whispered. `` You ask louder, '' Mei said, pulling her fuzz and turning her back toward the rest of the way. Marie repeated the words she 'd learned to use when asking for the organ pipe. The crew again laughed.

'' No, my lamb. No pipe for you. '' It was Gregor. He helped her to her infantry, the exercising weight of the chains making it unmanageable for her to get her Balance. Gregor reached around and undid the blindfold. `` No more pipage for you. You are going to get all cleaned up. Be a upright American wife again. '' He turned to the gang in the room. `` Is n't that what you all want ? A good American language wife ? Is n't that what you all came here to make love ? ``

Marie did a quick enumeration - twenty two, XVIII men and four charwoman. Only about half of them Asian, the others American Indian or Pakistani. All shabbily dressed, all staring and laughing.

'' I tell you about chains now, '' Mei said in a tour-guide form of phonation. `` Everyone Gregor bring on train have kinsperson who taken to United States. Long sentence back, on big ships. ``

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

'' And I have invited them to have a minuscule party with you. You will be the stand in for the American English slave master. ``

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

'' Oh, nothing will come about for another day or so. You have something else to care about right now. '' Marie stared at him, his big grinning was terrifying. He motioned to the others and they filed out of the room, only Mei stood butt. She refilled the arena, one with water and one with a foul mixture out of a one-quart bottle. Marie watched the surface of the bowl. Something was moving underneath the duncish 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 drink Sir Thomas More of the water. Her stomach was in nuisance 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 midriff of the car and laid on her English, trying to get prosperous. It was impossible. Between the belt around her waist and the dog collar around her neck, something was always digging into her.

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

Marie looked up at the clock. Six-thirty. Her eubstance would n't stay still. She needed another bowl of opium, that would do it. Maybe she could entice Mei to contribute 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 off up, something was faulty. By seven, she was starting to sudate and the headache was throbbing. She squeezed her eyes shut, opened them as wide-cut as she could, back and Forth River, trying to fight the pain. Then it stopped. But, her articulatio cubiti and knees - all of her joints - were aching now. She shook her principal. She 'd have to inflame 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, evil grin on his face.

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

'' This is just the starting time, '' Gregor said. She saw his hired man stroking her hair but all she felt was infliction. `` Get her in the harness, '' he said. Marie 's head started to pound again. She felt paw lifting her and turning her over, carrying her into the middle of the car, attaching her shackled body to concatenation that hung from the ceiling.

Gregor stood between her wide-open stage and unzipped his drawers. He rubbed his cock hard and shoved it into her cunt. She felt it sliding recondite inside her and her tum churned and spasmed. As he fucked her, she leaned her nous back and dry-heaved several times.

'' Ah, yes ! You squeeze your twat when you do that, do it again, '' Gregor moaned. Marie could n't focus, did n't do it what was going on, only that her organic structure hurt everywhere and this man was fucking her. `` assistant her along, '' he said to Mei. Mei pulled Marie 's mind back and slid two digit between her lips, 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 peter and hurried to the threshold, `` I have to write this down, '' he said and vanished.

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

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It went on like that, once an hour, from eight until one. Gregor convey whoremaster in for the ten o'clock fuck, told him how much he loved his married woman 's pussy and that the early coitus interruptus 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 morning, the train pulled into Beijing. Marie was suspended upside down in her chains and dozens of passenger were treated to the sight as they walked from one end of the caravan to the other. Some stopped for straightaway pic, others pushed fingerbreadth or modest soda ash nursing 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 blind eye. As long as he did n't present 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 train pulled out of Beijing post.

The journey continued .