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

-- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -
WARNING and disclaimer : This history outlines the locomotion of a middle-aged wife who decided to spend a year exploring her long-repressed subservient side. Her husband and her salutary protagonist depicted object her to the uncollectible kinds of depravity during a year-old external junket. If you do n't like that sort of thing, delight go read something else and do n't leave feedback here about how horrible and disgusting the story is. It 's fiction and it 's supposed to be.
-- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -
Gregor leaned over Marie and gently pushed the fuzz back off of her os frontale. At the touch of fingerbreadth on her pelt, Marie 's custody reached up and her lips parted in a close O. She found Gregor 's leg and slid her hands up his articulatio coxae and across the nominal head 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 hand 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 middle through any of it.

Lora turned to John. `` Should we stop her ? '' John shook his header. `` No. We 've got another 30 minutes until Mei brings the last grouping. Let 's let her delight 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 eyes slightly, the opium keeping her in its own sleepy earthly concern. She saw lavatory and whispered. `` buss me. '' trick pressed his mouth to hers and she opened up. His spit touched hers and her trunk stiffened as she came. John ran his hands over his wife 's belly, sliding from a while of dried cum to a small pool that was still dampen. 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 curve. He was going to delight fucking her later, while his married woman was servicing the last dozen 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 sort out ? '' Gregor said to Lora. `` I 've paid them off and paid them well but they can only call 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 things. And you have the ten thousand US dollars deposit. ``

'' Yes, half of our agreed upon Leontyne 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 jacket. `` And we are agreed that her final stage dose will be at ten o'clock this morning ? ``

Lora nodded.

'' goodness. Then I have goose egg to a greater extent to say to you until I see you on the train. '' Gregor got to the door just as Mei was arriving with Marie 's last group of Asiatic customer. Lora looked at her watch. If they fucked her an norm of ten arcminute each, she would be done in just over two and a one-half hours. That left them plenty of meter to moisten and dress her and get her to the train station.

-- -

Lora handed the ticket agent the letter from Gregor. He read it, looked over her shoulder joint at Marie and smiled. He snapped his digit and two orderlies came running. `` Bring Lady to Mr. Gregor 's car. Use wheelchair, she not steady. '' They helped her into the electric chair, her big body limp and severe to handle. She smiled at them, licked her lips and slid her hands slowly up her legs, articulatio genus to thigh. They forced themselves to dismiss her.

The ticket broker walked with them the length of the gear. Gregor 's car was third to the last. He kept looking up and down the political platform, hurrying the men along, well aware that discovery would have in mind fines, punishment and the arrogation of his homo cargo. Gregor was known to the Chinese government and it would not do the be found helping him with one of his adventures.

The facelift brought the wheelchair up and they rolled her in. Gregor 's car was luxurioius. The firstly one-third of the car was a tall-ceilinged way done up in leather and fertile, black Robert Brown wood. The article of furniture was leather and steel, the lamps elegant and the story carpeted with thick, tan plush. It smelled of luxury, expensive wine and cigars and musk.

There was a large safe at the former end of the elbow room, set off by two life-sized sculptures of au naturel women. The women were facing the walls, their coat of arms stretched straight above their head, wrists manacled so their medal were flat tire. Their legs were heart-to-heart berm width, their ankles shacked as well, but higher, keeping them on the clod of their feet.

'' John, you 're staring, '' Lora teased. He felt his cock stiffen just looking at them. So significative. 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 grayness causa with black shoes and several Au bracelets.

'' The geartrain leaves in exactly ten minutes. That gives me just a little clock time to show you around. '' He waved the tag federal agent and the orderly away, handing each of them a stack of currentness. They bowed and scraped their way out of the car.

Gregor wheeled Marie across the room. He looked at trick. `` Your wife will spend the first off two days of her secession here in this way. ''

Marie looked up dumbly at can. She was still high from the ten o'clock dose but she knew enough to be anxious. `` John ? '' bathroom 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 breathing, '' she said in awe.

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

Lora sucked in her intimation. `` genuine ? What do you mean real ? '' She waved her helping hand in front man of the statue 's grimace. It 's eyes blinked.

Gregor pushed the door unresolved. `` They 're women who 've outlived their usefulness to me. But they body were so astonishing - flavor at them, am I right ? - that I wanted to keep them around to admire. So, I had them encased in these consistency wooing you see. They can breathe, see, take heed, even sense. Twice a day they are taken down and fed and their. .. former bodily social occasion. .. are dealt with. ``

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

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

Lora slid her hand between the fair sex 's leg and felt warm build. The outfit was ingeniously designed so the openings were feathered smoothly to the skin, it was barely obtrusive. She felt the clitoris growing beneath her finger and the poor thing began sucking in breath in myopic, quick puff.

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

Lora withdrew her paw and watched fascinated as the woman 's breathing time slowed back to convention. 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 ? '' John the Evangelist asked, hypnotized.

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

'' That 's horrific, '' Lora groaned.

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

-- -

Marie recognized the room immediately - it was a Pain Room, like in the other cities. But this meter on rail. She looked at Lora and Saint John the Apostle then at Gregor. Even through her opium haze, it was all very sack. Without waiting for anyone to speak, she stood up and dropped to her knee in front of Gregor. She spread her knees and laced her fingers behind her neck, leaning back slightly so her titties were thrust forward.

'' This one 's cunt is thirsty, thirsty for dildoes and fingers and fists. '' Lora smiled with atonement. Marie was repeating her training Litany without even being asked. `` It 's slit is for misuse. And its bunghole and rectum are for fucking. Its anus is for sucking cock and its mouth is there only to defecate men happy. ``

As she 'd done so many times before, Marie shifted slightly, unzipping her top and pulling the material back to expose her naked tits. `` Its soma is to stick. Its lingua is for cleaning bitch and assholes. Its psyche is for depravity and its total reason 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. ``

'' Stay like that, '' he said calmly, then turned and walked back into the former room. Lora and St. John followed him. Gregor pulled the door closed and spun the combination lock.

'' The secession wo n't begin right away. Right now, she 's still feeling the outcome of the end superman. Would you like lunch ? ``

-- -

Marie 's thighs and calfskin were sore and starting to shake, her knees shooting jolts of pain down to her ankles and up her spinal column. She tried hard not to look up at the clock but failed. Two and a half minute already. She 'd fallen over three prison term as the wagon train went around curves at uneven speeds, always returning as close as she could to the exact same position. She was hungry, hungry, and beginning to want another pipe.

Her creative thinker was coming out of the opium daze and she tried to figure out what was going on. Why would John bring her to this room and then just lead her. It was n't the world-class meter he 'd done something strange over the last 18 week, but this felt different. She could n't think, the drugs had addled her brain. But something was dissimilar. Maybe it was the change from the chroma of the fucking in Red China, the opium-fueled pack bang Roger Huntington Sessions, the assumption that her mouth, snatch and ass would be stuffed with something 24 hours a day. And now, this. She was alone on her knees in a Pain 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 railroad train slowed to a plosive speech sound and she fell over as the couplings jerked against each early. She got back up and looked. Four hours and twenty proceedings. Her legs were in agony now and she was crying. She wanted to list back on her dog 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 last time she 'd eaten, the concluding time she 'd wanted to eat. But her throat was parched. After a few minutes, the train jerked and started moving again.

Marie heard the door behind her open. Then, muffled voices 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 moments, they started moving. A parade of a dozen men and cleaning woman 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 adult female touched her and she and her comrade giggled.

Five hours into the ride, she could n't take it anymore and settled back on her heels. Her elbows were sagging, top dog leaning forward, spine curling. She felt the dried tears down her cheeks and neck and started crying again. The pain in her vesica was intense now and she wondered how farsighted she could withstand the urge to wet the carpet.

The door opened again. This meter, person came up behind her and wrapped a blindfold around her eyes. Hands underneath her munition raised her to standing but she collapsed immediately. They lifted her up again, then a third fourth dimension until she could stick out on her own, gasping loudly and crying from the hurting in her knees. The mitt undressed her and then it was quiet for a long clock time. She stood naked with her arms at her sides, blindfolded and wondering. Was it one person ? Maybe three : Gregor, Lora, and King John ? Or was a whole crowd standing staring at her - the egg white American language sporting lady who 'd been fucking like an creature from Shanghai to Luzhi to Beijing ?

Marie felt the insensate border of a metal bucket pressed between her thigh. Without any hesitation, she squatted slightly and released a powerful stream of piss. Realizing how easily she 'd given in, she started to cry again, listening to the urine house of cards, feeling drops of it splash back along the inside of her thighs. When she was done, she felt soul wipe her and whispered, `` thank you. '' There was laughter in the room, many people. She felt herself sinking in shame.

She felt an atomic number 26 collar wrapped around her neck and padlocked shut. It was cloggy and cold 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 threatening and she felt humiliated for some reason. She recalled pictures of slaves on ships, brought from Africa or Nationalist China or India. She wondered who was in the elbow room, turning her into a caricature of that prison term ? She heard chains rattling, then being pulled through annulus in the manacles, ankle joint to ankle, neck to carpus, wrists to waist, until finally she could n't separate where all they 'd rend the chains. But she knew they were enceinte, very sonorous, and she would n't be able to stand long weighted down like this.

Someone pulled her capitulum back and she felt metallic pressing against her septum. She jerked her mind back then, scared, afraid they were going to pierce her like an brute. Several handwriting immediately grabbed her oral sex and held her steady and the pressure was back. They did n't pierce her, but attached a spring-loaded nose-ring. The bounce was powerful and the smoothing iron was heavy, she wondered if an actual piercing might be less painful.

Something was attached to each of her mammilla, something that clamped slowly into place at the fundament of her big, dingy tit, smashing them hard, the nipple themselves protruding inch from her breast. She felt more chains now, tripping, connecting the nose-ring to the mamilla clamps. Heavier chains 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 belly was strong now and she was starting to feel achey in her arms and wooden leg. somebody 's hand slid beneath the back of her iron swath and they began walking her from one end of the car to the former. The atomic number 26 chafed her flesh and the weight of the range made it firmly to take the air.

After three or four trip-up through the car, her leader pushed her to her knees. Marie heard the voice say `` you drink ''. It was Mei, the one who 'd done virtually of the pimping during their last head trip. Mei pushed Marie 'd head down. Marie felt her wind and lips touch water. A dog pipe bowl ! She pushed her face into the urine 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 bowl of whatever it was. It was firmly to get down, she felt long, slimy bits and hard ball and what must have been shitty veg. She told herself that as long as she held her breath, she could get through it, but when something she took into her backtalk started moving, she puked it all back up.

crying again, she lifted her headway up and turned toward Mei 's vocalism. `` Yong ? Yong ? Fei ? '' she whispered. `` You ask flashy, '' Mei said, pulling her hair and turning her back toward the rest period of the room. Marie repeated the words she 'd learned to use when asking for the tube. The bunch again laughed.

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

Marie did a quick count - twenty two, 18 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 chain of mountains now, '' Mei said in a tour-guide kind of voice. `` Everyone Gregor bring on railroad train have class who taken to America. Long time back, on big ships. ``

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

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

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

'' Oh, naught 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 roll, one with water supply and one with a foul mixture out of a one-quart bottle. Marie watched the surface of the trough. 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 drank more of the water system. Her tum was in pain sensation now and it was n't because she was athirst. She felt her nose starting to run and the head ache was getting tough. She sniffed hard but the trickle started again. She shuffled back to the heart of the car and laid on her incline, trying to get comfortable. It was impossible. Between the smash around her waist and the collar around her neck opening, something was always digging into her.

She found the most comfortable spatial relation potential by half-leaning against the wall. Her legs were sore but she could n't deal to keep them still. She tried to sleep but the headache prevented it.

Marie looked up at the clock. Six-thirty. Her body would n't stay still. She needed another bowl of opium, that would do it. Maybe she could entice Mei to add 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 sweat and the worry was throbbing. She squeezed her eyes shut, opened them as wide-eyed as she could, back and forth, trying to fight the nuisance. Then it stopped. But, her elbows and stifle - all of her joints - were aching now. She shook her head. She 'd have to wake Mei. Opium would help.

-- -

At eight, Marie opened her heart and found Gregor just in from her face.

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

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

'' This is just the offset, '' Gregor said. She saw his hand stroking her hair but all she felt was pain. `` Get her in the harness, '' he said. Marie 's headland started to lbf. again. She felt workforce lifting her and turning her over, carrying her into the middle of the car, attaching her shackle body to chains 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 belly 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 jazz what was going on, only that her body hurt everywhere and this man was fucking her. `` assist her along, '' he said to Mei. Mei pulled Marie 's head back and slid two fingers 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 putz 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 water again. ``

-- -

It went on like that, once an hour, from eight until one. Gregor impart privy in for the ten o'clock shag, 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 expect until she was deeper into it, in a day or two.

Just before two in the sunrise, the power train pulled into Peiping. 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 nimble photos, others pushed finger or small soda nursing bottle into Marie 's splayed and inviting cunt. Gregor was nowhere to be seen. The authority 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 show up, they would argue, 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 Peking station.

The journey continued .