Marie 's slavish yr
calendar week 18.3 - Wednesday, Luzhi to Beijing - beginning the trip to Ukraine

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WARNING and disclaimer : This story outlines the travels of a middle-aged wife who decided to pass a twelvemonth exploring her long-repressed submissive side. Her married man and her better friend subject her to the worst kinds of depravities during a year-old international junket. If you do n't like that kind of matter, please go read something else and do n't go away feedback here about how horrible and disgusting the story is. It 's fabrication 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 touch of fingerbreadth on her tegument, Marie 's hands reached up and her lips parted in a tight O. She found Gregor 's leg and slid her handwriting 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 inherent aptitude now, does n't she ? '' He brushed her mitt away and stepped back from the bed. Marie closed her mouthpiece and her manpower 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 ? '' whoremaster shook his principal. `` No. We 've got another 30 minutes 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 middle slightly, the opium keeping her in its own sleepy world. She saw John and whispered. `` candy kiss me. '' John pressed his mouth to hers and she opened up. His spit touched hers and her eubstance stiffened as she came. John ran his hired man over his married woman 's belly, sliding from a piece of dried cum to a belittled pool that was still damp. He felt his rooster 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 enjoy fucking her later, while his wife was servicing the survive dozen men Mei was bringing. After that, Marie would be turned over to Gregor and they 'd allow for Luzhi, probably forever.

'' I want her on the capital of Red China train at exactly twelve-thirty, is that top ? '' Gregor said to Lora. `` I 've paid them off and paid them well but they can only foretell a ten minute windowpane. ``

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

'' You understand that not only will you not be paid, but I will come up after you. I have already spent more than five M Euro 's put thing. And you have the ten thousand US dollars deposit. ``

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

Gregor stood up and buttoned his tailored crownwork. `` And we are harmonise that her last Elvis will be at ten o'clock this dawn ? ``

Lora nodded.

'' good. Then I have nada 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 lowest radical of Asian client. Lora looked at her watch. If they fucked her an average of ten second each, she would be done in just over two and a half hours. That left them plenty of time to wash and plume her and get her to the gear station.

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Lora handed the slate agent the missive from Gregor. He read it, looked over her berm at Marie and smiled. He snapped his fingerbreadth 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 eubstance limp and hard to handle. She smiled at them, licked her lip and slid her hands slowly up her stage, knees to thighs. They forced themselves to ignore her.

The ticket factor 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 discovery would mean fine, penalization and the confiscation of his human cargo. Gregor was known to the Taiwanese 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 tierce of the car was a tall-ceilinged room done up in leather and rich, dark brown wood. The furniture was leather and steel, the lamps elegant and the trading floor carpeted with thick, tan plush. It smelled of opulence, expensive wine and cigars and musk.

There was a large safe at the former end of the room, set off by two life-size carving of naked women. The fair sex were facing the walls, their arms stretched straight above their fountainhead, wrists manacled so their palms were bland. Their stage were open shoulder breadth, their ankles shacked as well, but higher, keeping them on the clump 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 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 tailored greyness suit with black shoe and various gold bracelets.

'' The train leaves in exactly ten moment. That gives me just a little time to bear witness you around. '' He waved the slate broker and the hospital attendant away, handing each of them a push-down store 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 first two twenty-four hour period of her detachment here in this room. ''

Marie looked up dumbly at John. She was still high up from the ten o'clock dose but she knew enough to be dying. `` whoremaster ? '' John leaned down and kissed her. She leaned forward and opened her mouth, clapper darting out automatically but he pulled back. `` It was just a kiss, love. ``

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 compounding lock. ``

Lora sucked in her breath. `` substantial ? What do you mean genuine ? '' She waved her hand in front of the statue 's side. It 's eyes blinked.

Gregor pushed the door open. `` They 're charwoman who 've outlived their usefulness to me. But they eubstance were so stupefy - look at them, am I right ? - that I wanted to continue them around to admire. So, I had them encased in these body suits you see. They can breathe, see, take heed, even feel. Twice a day they are taken down and fed and their. .. other bodily office. .. are dealt with. ``

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

'' They have some little power to move. It makes it more interesting. ``

Lora slid her hand between the woman 's stage and felt warm build. 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 poor thing began sucking in breath in short, quick puff.

'' The outfits do n't receive much stretchiness in the pessary, so being sexually aroused is quite unpleasant. One percentage of their eubstance craves it, but the rest of their organic structure knows it is n't a good idea. ``

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

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

He wheeled Marie into the succeeding room.

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

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

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

'' The one on the left - the one you teased - is going on four year. Her body hardly shows it, does it ? '' He closed the room access behind them.

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Marie recognized the room immediately - it was a Pain Room, like in the other cities. But this time on railing. She looked at Lora and St. John the Apostle then at Gregor. Even through her opium fog, it was all very top. Without waiting for anyone to speak, she stood up and dropped to her knees in front of Gregor. She spread her knees and laced her finger behind her neck, leaning back slightly so her tit were thrust forward.

'' This one 's slit is hungry, hungry for dildoes and digit and fists. '' Lora smiled with atonement. Marie was repeating her grooming litany without even being asked. `` It 's pussy is for abuse. And its asshole and rectum are for fucking. Its anus is for sucking cock and its oral cavity is there only to make men well-chosen. ``

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 physical body is to beat. Its clapper is for cleaning cunts and assholes. Its intellect is for depravity and its integral cause for being is as an object of joy. '' 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 other room. Lora and John followed him. Gregor pulled the doorway closed and spun the combination lock.

'' The withdrawal wo n't get right away. Right now, she 's still feeling the core of the last Cupid's itch. Would you like tiffin ? ``

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Marie 's thighs and calves were sore and starting to escape from, her knees shooting jolts of annoyance down to her articulatio talocruralis and up her backrest. She tried hard not to look up at the clock but failed. Two and a half hours already. She 'd fallen over three clip as the train went around curved shape at uneven speeds, always returning as close as she could to the exact same spot. She was thirsty, thirsty, and beginning to want another pipe.

Her psyche was coming out of the opium haze and she tried to project out what was going on. Why would whoremonger contribute her to this room and then just go away her. It was n't the outset meter he 'd done something strange over the live on 18 weeks, but this felt different. She could n't call up, the drugs had addled her wit. But something was dissimilar. Maybe it was the alteration from the volume of the fucking in China, the opium-fueled gang bang academic term, the assumption that her mouth, cunt and ass would be stuffed with something 24 hours a day. And now, this. She was alone on her articulatio genus in a botheration room 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 couplings jerked against each other. She got back up and looked. Four minute and twenty instant. Her legs were in torment now and she was crying. She wanted to angle back on her cad or even lay down but she knew better. Her stomach was starting to churn and she needed to pee. She could n't remember the last clip she 'd consume, the last prison term she 'd wanted to eat. But her throat was parched. After a few minutes, the train jerked and started moving again.

Marie heard the threshold behind her capable. Then, muffled vocalization and 'oohs'and 'aahhs'. She did n't dare turn around to see who it was but felt their eyes on her. After a few instant, they started moving. A parade of a XII 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.

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

The door opened again. This metre, someone came up behind her and wrapped a blindfold around her optic. Hands underneath her arms raised her to standing but she collapsed immediately. They lifted her up again, then a third base time until she could stand on her own, gasping loudly and crying from the annoyance in her stifle. The hands undressed her and then it was placid for a long prison term. She stood naked with her arms at her position, blindfolded and wondering. Was it one someone ? Maybe three : Gregor, Lora, and John ? Or was a unanimous crowd standing staring at her - the lily-white American language whore who 'd been fucking like an beast from Shanghai to Luzhi to Beijing ?

Marie felt the frigidity edge of a metallic element bucket pressed between her thighs. Without any hesitancy, 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 urine bubble, 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 laughter in the room, many hoi polloi. She felt herself sinking in shame.

She felt an iron arrest wrapped around her neck opening and padlocked shut. It was clayey and cold and she leaned forward. Another was wrapped around her waistline, then her wrists and ankles. She could n't remember being manacled like this before. The Fe was heavy and she felt humiliated for some ground. 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 imitation of that sentence ? She heard Ernst Boris Chain rattling, then being pulled through tintinnabulation in the manacles, ankle to ankle, neck to radiocarpal joint, wrists to waist, until finally she could n't recount where all they 'd rend the mountain range. But she knew they were heavy, very weighty, and she would n't be able to stand long burthen down like this.

Someone pulled her header back and she felt metal pressing against her septum. She jerked her head back then, scared, afraid they were going to pierce her like an beast. Several paw immediately grabbed her head and held her firm and the atmospheric pressure was back. They did n't thrust her, but attached a spring-loaded nose-ring. The spring was hefty and the Fe was heavy, she wondered if an literal piercing might be LE painful.

Something was attached to each of her nipples, something that clamped slowly into plaza at the root of her big, dark pap, smashing them hard, the mammilla themselves protruding inch from her titties. She felt more chains now, lighter, connecting the nose-ring to the nipple clamps. Heavier mountain range went from the nipple clamps to her wrist joint shackles.

She tried to whisper `` water '' but her throat was too dry for even that. The pain in her breadbasket was strong now and she was starting to feel achey in her arms and branch. Someone 's hand slid beneath the back of her iron knock and they began walking her from one end of the car to the other. The Fe chafed her flesh and the weight of the irons made it intemperate to take the air.

After three or four trips through the car, her loss leader pushed her to her knees. Marie heard the phonation say `` you drink ''. It was Mei, the one who 'd done most of the pimping during their last tripper. Mei pushed Marie 'd head down. Marie felt her horn in and lips touch water system. A dog bowl ! She pushed her face into the water and drank and drank. After that, Mei pushed her head sideways and she smelled something awful. She gagged and started to draw out her top dog back but stopped. She knew the secret plan. It was eat this or nothing. She held her breathing time and plunged into the bowl of whatever it was. It was hard to get down, she felt long, despicable act and gruelling clump and what must give birth been rotten vegetables. She told herself that as long as she held her breathing time, she could get through it, but when something she took into her sass started moving, she puked it all back up.

Crying again, she lifted her head up and turned toward Mei 's voice. `` Yong ? Yong ? Fei ? '' she whispered. `` You ask meretricious, '' Mei said, pulling her haircloth and turning her back toward the rest of the room. Marie repeated the words she 'd learned to use when asking for the pipe. The crowd again laughed.

'' No, my dear. No pipage for you. '' It was Gregor. He helped her to her feet, the weight of the concatenation making it hard 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 good American wife again. '' He turned to the crowd in the room. `` Is n't that what you all want ? A honorable American language wife ? Is n't that what you all came here to fuck ? ``

Marie did a quick tally - twenty two, eighteen men and four char. Only about half of them Asian, the others Native American or Pakistani. All shabbily dressed, all staring and laughing.

'' I tell you about chain of mountains now, '' Mei said in a tour-guide sort of voice. `` Everyone Gregor bring on caravan have kinsperson who taken to U.S.A.. Long time back, on big ships. ``

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

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

'' 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 occupy 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 lawn bowling, one with water and one with a foul mixture out of a one-quart bottle. Marie watched the open of the trough. 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 sleep. Marie knelt back down and drank more of the water system. Her stomach was in painfulness now and it was n't because she was athirst. She felt her nose starting to run and the concern was getting high-risk. She sniffed hard but the trickle started again. She shuffled back to the midsection of the car and laid on her side, trying to get well-heeled. It was impossible. Between the belt around her waist and the pinch around her neck, something was always digging into her.

She found the most prosperous position possible by half-leaning against the paries. 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 torso would n't stick around still. She needed another bowlful of opium, that would do it. Maybe she could entice Mei to lend 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 up, something was wrong. By seven, she was starting to sudate and the headache was throbbing. She squeezed her eyes shut, opened them as blanket as she could, back and forth, trying to struggle the pain. Then it stopped. But, her elbow and knees - all of her articulation - were aching now. She shook her caput. She 'd make to come alive Mei. Opium would help.

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At eight, Marie opened her optic 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 eubstance ached now, like she had a bad flu.

'' This is just the beginning, '' Gregor said. She saw his bridge player stroking her fuzz but all she felt was hurting. `` Get her in the harness, '' he said. Marie 's point started to 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 wide-open peg and unzipped his pants. He rubbed his cock hard and shoved it into her cunt. She felt it sliding deeper inside her and her tummy churned and spasmed. As he fucked her, she leaned her head 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 focus, did n't know what was going on, only that her body distress everywhere and this man was fucking her. `` help her along, '' he said to Mei. Mei pulled Marie 's oral sex back and slid two finger between her lips, pushing them deep into the rachis of her pharynx, 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 pee again. ``

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It went on like that, once an hour, from eight until one. Gregor brought John in for the ten o'clock nookie, told him how much he loved his wife 's kitty-cat 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 caravan pulled into Beijing. Marie was suspended upside down in her chains and piles of passengers were treated to the sight as they walked from one end of the gear to the other. Some stopped for promptly photos, others pushed finger's breadth or small soda bottles into Marie 's splayed and inviting puss. Gregor was nowhere to be seen. The authorities were sealed it was his car and his show but they 'd been paid to call on a blind eye. As long as he did n't prove up, they would contend, there was not a good deal they could do anyway. The adult female involved always reported they were there voluntarily. nobody ever pressed charges.

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

The journey continued .