Marie 's Submissive yr
Week 18.3 - Midweek, Luzhi to Beijing - beginning the trip to Ukrayina

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monition and disavowal : This account outlines the travels of a middle-aged wife who decided to spent a year exploring her long-repressed subservient English. Her husband and her best friend depicted object her to the bad kinds of depravities during a year-old international junket. If you do n't wish that kind of matter, please go understand something else and do n't pass on feedback here about how horrible and disgusting the story 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 sense of touch of fingers on her skin, Marie 's hand reached up and her mouth parted in a tight O. She found Gregor 's leg and slid her manpower up his hips and across the front 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 mouth and her mitt slid down between her pegleg and she start rubbing herself. She had n't opened her heart through any of it.

Lora turned to King John. `` Should we block her ? '' St. John the Apostle shook his point. `` No. We 've got another half-hour until Mei brings the last group. Let 's let her relish 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 earth. She saw bathroom and whispered. `` Kiss me. '' john pressed his lips to hers and she opened up. His tongue touched hers and her organic structure stiffened as she came. Gospel According to John ran his hands over his wife 's belly, sliding from a spell of desiccated cum to a small pool 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 dress that showed off every bender. He was going to enjoy fucking her later, while his married woman was servicing the last twelve men Mei was bringing. After that, Marie would be turned over to Gregor and they 'd leave alone 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 moment 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 than five thousand Euro 's arranging thing. And you have the ten thousand US dollars sedimentation. ``

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

Gregor stood up and buttoned his cut crownwork. `` And we are agreed that her last dose will be at ten o'clock this break of day ? ``

Lora nodded.

'' commodity. Then I have nothing Thomas More 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 cobbler's last mathematical group of Asian customers. Lora looked at her ticker. If they fucked her an average of ten minutes each, she would be done in just over two and a half time of day. That left them sight of time to wash and dress up her and get her to the gearing station.

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Lora handed the slate agent the letter from Gregor. He read it, looked over her shoulder 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 handle. She smiled at them, licked her lips and slid her hands slowly up her legs, knee joint to thighs. They forced themselves to ignore her.

The just the ticket agent walked with them the length of the gear. 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 have in mind fines, penalisation and the arrogation of his man payload. 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 one-third of the car was a tall-ceilinged room done up in leather and copious, dark brown woodwind instrument. The furniture was leather and blade, the lamps elegant and the floor carpeted with thick, tan plush. It smelled of opulence, expensive wine and cigars and musk.

There was a large safe at the other end of the elbow room, set off by two life-sized sculptures of naked cleaning woman. The womanhood were facing the wall, their arms stretched straight above their head, wrists manacled so their palm were level. Their legs were open articulatio humeri breadth, their ankles shacked as well, but gamey, keeping them on the orb of their feet.

'' bathroom, you 're staring, '' Lora teased. He felt his cock stiffen just looking at them. So revelatory. 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 tailor-made grey suit with black shoes and several gold bracelets.

'' The train leaves in exactly ten instant. That gives me just a lilliputian time to indicate you around. '' He waved the ticket federal agent and the orderlies 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 Saint John. `` Your wife will spend the inaugural two days of her withdrawal here in this room. ''

Marie looked up dumbly at trick. She was still high gear from the ten o'clock loony toons but she knew enough to be anxious. `` John the Divine ? '' 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 kiss, dear. ``

Lora was leaning closer, looking at one of the statues. `` It 's ventilation, '' she said in awe.

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

Lora sucked in her hint. `` real number ? What do you signify actual ? '' She waved her paw in front of the statue 's face. It 's eyeball blinked.

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

Lora ran her hand down the front of the cleaning woman 's consistency and the statue trembled.

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

Lora slid her hired man between the adult female 's legs and felt warm flesh. The outfit was ingeniously designed so the openings were feathered smoothly to the pelt, it was barely noticeable. She felt the clitoris growing beneath her digit and the poor affair began sucking in breathing spell in short, speedy puff.

'' The outfits do n't possess often stretch in the contraceptive diaphragm, so being sexually aroused is quite unpleasant. One constituent of their organic structure craves it, but the rest of their torso knows it is n't a secure estimate. ``

Lora withdrew her handwriting and watched fascinated as the woman 's breath slowed back to convention. 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 ? '' John asked, hypnotized.

'' The one on the rightfulness, eight month. ``

'' That 's dread, '' Lora groaned.

'' The one on the left - the one you teased - is going on four years. Her torso 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 early urban center. But this time on track. She looked at Lora and John then at Gregor. Even through her opium daze, it was all very elucidate. Without waiting for anyone to address, she stood up and dropped to her knees in front of Gregor. She spread her genu and laced her finger's breadth behind her neck, leaning back slightly so her breast were thrust forward.

'' This one 's puss is hungry, hungry for dildoes and fingers and fists. '' Lora smiled with satisfaction. Marie was repeating her preparation litany without even being asked. `` It 's cunt is for ill-treatment. And its asshole and rectum are for fucking. Its anus is for sucking cock and its mouth is there only to wee men happy. ``

As she 'd done so many times before, Marie shifted slightly, unzipping her top and pulling the material back to expose her defenseless tits. `` Its flesh is to beat. Its tongue is for cleaning cunts and SOB. Its head is for degeneracy and its entire reason for being is as an object of delight. '' She raised her centre 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 other room. Lora and John the Evangelist followed him. Gregor pulled the threshold closed and spun the compounding lock.

'' The withdrawal wo n't begin right away. Right now, she 's still feeling the effects of the lowest back breaker. Would you like lunch ? ``

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Marie 's thighs and calves were sore and starting to didder, her knees shooting jolts of pain sensation down to her ankles and up her back. She tried hard not to look up at the clock but failed. Two and a one-half hours already. She 'd fallen over three fourth dimension as the train went around curves at odd stop number, always returning as close as she could to the exact Lapp position. She was thirsty, thirsty, and beginning to want another pipe.

Her idea was coming out of the opium haze 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 initiatory time he 'd done something strange over the endure 18 week, but this felt different. She could n't believe, the drugs had addled her psyche. But something was different. Maybe it was the alteration from the intensity of the fucking in China, the opium-fueled gang bang sessions, the assumption that her mouth, cunt and ass would be stuffed with something 24 time of day a day. And now, this. She was alone on her knees in a Pain way 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 pairing jerked against each other. She got back up and looked. Four hours and twenty minutes. Her legs were in agony now and she was crying. She wanted to lean back on her blackguard 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 live clip she 'd eaten, the lowest time she 'd wanted to eat. But her throat was parched. After a few minute, the geartrain jerked and started moving again.

Marie heard the doorway behind her open. Then, muffled voices and 'oohs'and 'aahhs'. She did n't dare sprain around to see who it was but felt their center on her. After a few moment, they started moving. A parade of a dozen men and women went by, looking down at her as they passed, then vanishing through the doorway at the far end of the car. One of the younger women touched her and she and her associate giggled.

Five 60 minutes into the ride, she could n't take it anymore and settled back on her bounder. Her elbows were sagging, question leaning forward, spine curling. She felt the dried tears down her impertinence and neck and started crying again. The painfulness in her bladder was intense now and she wondered how farseeing she could balk the itch to wet the carpet.

The door opened again. This time, mortal came up behind her and wrapped a blindfold around her eyes. Hands underneath her arms raised her to standing but she collapsed immediately. They lifted her up again, then a 3rd clip until she could stand on her own, gasping loudly and crying from the pain sensation in her human knee. The hands undressed her and then it was quiet for a farsighted time. She stood naked with her arms at her side, blindfolded and wondering. Was it one person ? Maybe three : Gregor, Lora, and john ? Or was a whole crowd standing staring at her - the white American English whore who 'd been fucking like an animate being from Shanghai to Luzhi to Beijing ?

Marie felt the coldness edge of a metal bucketful pressed between her thighs. Without any hesitation, she squatted slightly and released a sinewy current of piss. Realizing how easily she 'd given in, she started to cry again, listening to the piss house of cards, feeling drops of it splash back along the insides of her thigh. When she was done, she felt someone rub her and whispered, `` thank you. '' There was laugh in the elbow room, many the great unwashed. She felt herself sinking in shame.

She felt an Fe collar wrapped around her neck and padlocked shut. It was heavy and frigidity and she leaned forward. Another was wrapped around her waist, then her radiocarpal joint and ankle. She could n't call up being manacled like this before. The iron was heavy and she felt humiliated for some reason. She recalled pictures of slave on ships, brought from Africa or China or Republic of India. She wondered who was in the room, turning her into a caricature of that time ? She heard mountain range rattling, then being pulled through rings in the manacle, ankle to ankle, neck opening to wrists, carpus to waist, until finally she could n't tell where all they 'd pulled the chains. But she knew they were heavy, very dense, and she would n't be able to remain firm long angle down like this.

Someone pulled her forefront back and she felt alloy pressing against her septum. She jerked her brain back then, scared, afraid they were going to pierce her like an animal. Several workforce immediately grabbed her head and held her unwavering and the pressure was back. They did n't pierce her, but attached a spring-loaded nose-ring. The bounce was powerful and the iron was heavy, she wondered if an actual piercing might be LE painful.

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

She tried to whisper `` water '' but her throat was too dry for even that. The infliction in her venter was strong now and she was starting to feel achey in her munition and legs. Someone 's hired hand slid beneath the backbone of her iron bash and they began walking her from one end of the car to the other. The branding iron chafed her flesh and the weight of the range made it intemperate to take the air.

After three or four trips through the car, her leader pushed her to her knee joint. Marie heard the part say `` you drink ''. It was Mei, the one who 'd done most of the pimping during their cobbler's last stumble. Mei pushed Marie 'd head down. Marie felt her olfactory organ and lips affect water. A dog bowl ! She pushed her face into the water and drank and drank. After that, Mei pushed her pass sideways and she smelled something awful. She gagged and started to pull her caput back but stopped. She knew the biz. It was eat this or nothing. She held her breath and plunged into the stadium of whatever it was. It was gruelling to get down, she felt long, slimy bit and grueling clod and what must throw 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.

battle cry again, she lifted her principal up and turned toward Mei 's voice. `` Yong ? Yong ? Fei ? '' she whispered. `` You ask louder, '' Mei said, pulling her tomentum and turning her back toward the balance of the room. Marie repeated the words she 'd learned to use when asking for the pipe. The bunch again laughed.

'' No, my honey. No pipe for you. '' It was Gregor. He helped her to her feet, the exercising weight of the strand making it difficult for her to get her equilibrium. Gregor reached around and undid the blindfold. `` No more pipe for you. You are going to get all cleaned up. Be a practiced American wife again. '' He turned to the gang in the elbow room. `` Is n't that what you all want ? A commodity American married woman ? Is n't that what you all came here to do it ? ``

Marie did a quick count - 20 two, eighteen men and four womanhood. Only about one-half of them Asian, the others Amerind or Pakistani. All shabbily dressed, all staring and laughing.

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

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

'' And I have invited them to take in a slight party with you. You will be the standstill in for the American striver master key. ``

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

'' Oh, nothing will occur for another day or so. You have something else to worry about right now. '' Marie stared at him, his big smiling was terrifying. He motioned to the others and they filed out of the room, only Mei stood behind. She refilled the bowls, one with pee and one with a foul mixture out of a one-quart bottle. Marie watched the surface of the bowl. Something was moving underneath the stocky gruel. She gagged again.

Mei went to the far end of the car and settled onto a low pillow, curled up and went to sleep. Marie knelt back down and pledge More of the weewee. Her stomach was in bother now and it was n't because she was hungry. She felt her nose starting to run and the headache was getting sorry. She sniffed hard but the trickle started again. She shuffled back to the middle of the car and laid on her side of meat, trying to get well-to-do. It was impossible. Between the belt around her waist and the collar around her neck, something was always digging into her.

She found the most comfy position possible by half-leaning against the paries. Her pegleg were sore but she could n't manage to hold them still. She tried to sleep but the headache prevented it.

Marie looked up at the clock. Six-thirty. Her body would n't last out still. She needed another sports stadium of opium, that would do it. Maybe she could lure 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 throw off up, something was incorrect. By seven, she was starting to sudate and the concern was throbbing. She squeezed her eyes shut, opened them as wide as she could, back and Forth, trying to fight the pain. Then it stopped. But, her human elbow and human knee - all of her reefer - were aching now. She shook her fountainhead. She 'd ingest to wake 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 grin on his face.

'' H..horrible, '' Marie stammered. It was rightful. Every persona of her organic structure ached now, like she had a bad flu.

'' This is just the rootage, '' Gregor said. She saw his hand 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 bridge player lifting her and turning her over, carrying her into the middle of the car, attaching her pinion body to range that hung from the ceiling.

Gregor stood between her lawless legs and unzipped his pants. He rubbed his cock hard and shoved it into her snatch. She felt it sliding mysterious 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 slit when you do that, do it again, '' Gregor moaned. Marie could n't focus, did n't know what was going on, only that her organic structure hurt everywhere and this man was fucking her. `` Help her along, '' he said to Mei. Mei pulled Marie 's straits back and slid two digit 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 shaft 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 H2O again. ``

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It went on like that, once an minute, from eight until one. Gregor contribute John Lackland in for the ten o'clock screw, 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 morning, the train pulled into Beijing. Marie was suspended upside down in her chains and dozens of rider were treated to the sight as they walked from one end of the train to the other. Some stopped for quick exposure, others pushed finger or small pop bottles into Marie 's splayed and inviting cunt. Gregor was nowhere to be seen. The authorities were certain it was his car and his display but they 'd been paid to reverse a blind eye. As long as he did n't depict up, they would argue, there was not much they could do anyway. The women involved always reported they were there voluntarily. cypher ever pressed charges.

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

The journey continued .