Marie 's Submissive Year
week 18.3 - Wed, Luzhi to Beijing - beginning the trip to Ukraine

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WARNING and disclaimer : This story outlines the change of location of a middle-aged wife who decided to expend a year exploring her long-repressed submissive face. Her married man and her best admirer subject her to the forged kind of depravities during a year-old international jaunt. If you do n't like that kind of thing, please go say something else and do n't pass on feedback here about how ugly 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's-breadth back off of her forehead. At the touch of finger's breadth on her skin, Marie 's helping hand reached up and her lip parted in a tight O. She found Gregor 's leg and slid her hands up his pelvic arch and across the movement of his pants, 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 oral fissure and her hands slid down between her legs and she start rubbing herself. She had n't opened her eyes through any of it.

Lora turned to St. John the Apostle. `` Should we stop her ? '' lav shook his headspring. `` No. We 've got another half-hour until Mei brings the net grouping. Let 's let her delight herself a short bit. '' He got up and walked over to the dirty bed, leaned forward and kissed his wife 's os frontale. She opened her eyes slightly, the opium keeping her in its own sleepy reality. She saw King John and whispered. `` kiss me. '' John pressed his rim to hers and she opened up. His tongue touched hers and her body stiffened as she came. John ran his hands over his married woman 's belly, sliding from a eyepatch of dried cum to a small syndicate 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 curve. He was going to enjoy 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 get out Luzhi, probably forever.

'' I want her on the Beijing gear at exactly twelve-thirty, is that absolved ? '' Gregor said to Lora. `` I 've paid them off and paid them well but they can only predict 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 up after you. I have already spent more than than five one thousand Euro 's coiffe things. And you have the ten thousand US dollars deposit. ``

'' Yes, one-half of our agreed upon price. There is no need to peril me, Gregor, we are both profiting from this telephone exchange, '' Lora said, struggling to go on her calm.

Gregor stood up and buttoned his tailored jacket. `` And we are agreed that her death back breaker will be at ten o'clock this dawn ? ``

Lora nodded.

'' Good. Then I have naught to a greater extent to say to you until I see you on the gearing. '' Gregor got to the door just as Mei was arriving with Marie 's terminal mathematical group of Asiatic customer. 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 get dressed her and get her to the wagon train 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 finger and two hospital attendant came running. `` Bring lady to Mr. Gregor 's car. Use wheelchair, she not steadfast. '' They helped her into the professorship, her big soundbox limp and hard to care. She smiled at them, licked her lips and slid her hands slowly up her legs, knees to thigh. They forced themselves to ignore her.

The just the ticket federal agent walked with them the length of the train. Gregor 's car was third to the finale. He kept looking up and down the program, hurrying the men along, well mindful that discovery would mean fines, penalisation and the arrogation of his human cargo. Gregor was known to the Formosan administration and it would not do the be found helping him with one of his adventures.

The face lift brought the wheelchair up and they rolled her in. Gregor 's car was luxurioius. The starting time third gear of the car was a tall-ceilinged room done up in leather and plenteous, night browned woods. The article of furniture was leather and steel, the lamps elegant and the floor carpeted with thick, tan plush. It smelled of sumptuousness, expensive wine-coloured and cigars and musk.

There was a heavy safe at the other end of the room, set off by two lifesize sculpture of defenseless women. The woman were facing the wall, their arms stretched straight above their pass, wrists manacled so their palms were bland. Their wooden leg were open shoulder width, their ankles shacked as well, but gamy, keeping them on the balls of their feet.

'' trick, you 're staring, '' Lora teased. He felt his cock stiffen just looking at them. So significative. He pictured Marie in that side, turned to expect her. She was staring too. Very intently.

At exactly twelve-thirty, Gregor entered. He was dressed as common in an expensively tailor-made grey suit with Joseph Black brake shoe and several Au bracelets.

'' The train leaves in exactly ten minutes. That gives me just a lilliputian prison term to show you around. '' He waved the ticket agentive role and the hospital attendant away, handing each of them a stack of currency. They bowed and scraped their way out of the car.

Gregor wheeled Marie across the elbow room. He looked at St. John the Apostle. `` Your wife will spend the first two days of her detachment here in this elbow room. ''

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

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

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

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

Gregor pushed the door unfastened. `` They 're women who 've outlived their usefulness to me. But they bodies were so bewilder - flavor at them, am I right ? - that I wanted to keep them around to look up to. So, I had them encased in these consistence suits you see. They can pass off, see, hear, even feel. Twice a day they are taken down and fed and their. .. other corporal role. .. are dealt with. ``

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

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

Lora slid her hired man between the fair sex 's legs and felt lovesome flesh. 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 fingerbreadth and the hapless thing began sucking in breath in shortly, agile puff.

'' The getup do n't receive a great deal stretch in the diaphragm, so being sexually aroused is quite unpleasant. One persona of their body craves it, but the residual of their body knows it is n't a in force idea. ``

Lora withdrew her hand and watched fascinated as the woman 's intimation slowed back to pattern. 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 asked, hypnotized.

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

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

'' The one on the left - the one you teased - is going on four years. Her dead 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 Room, like in the other cities. But this time on runway. She looked at Lora and can then at Gregor. Even through her opium haze, it was all very unmortgaged. Without waiting for anyone to verbalise, she stood up and dropped to her knees in front of Gregor. She spread her stifle and laced her fingers behind her cervix, leaning back slightly so her titties were thrust forward.

'' This one 's cunt is hungry, hungry for dildoes and digit and fists. '' Lora smiled with satisfaction. Marie was repeating her training litany without even being asked. `` It 's cunt is for abuse. And its cocksucker 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 knocker. `` Its pulp is to baffle. Its tongue is for cleaning bitch and SOB. Its mind is for corruption and its entire reason for being is as an physical object of joy. '' 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 way. 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 last dose. Would you like luncheon ? ``

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Marie 's second joint and calves were sore and starting to stimulate, her knees shooting jolt of pain down to her ankles and up her back. She tried hard not to look up at the clock but failed. Two and a half hours already. She 'd fallen over three times as the railroad train went around curves at uneven speeds, always returning as close as she could to the demand Sami post. She was hungry, thirsty, and beginning to desire another pipe.

Her idea was coming out of the opium haze and she tried to figure out what was going on. Why would privy institute her to this room and then just get out her. It was n't the first time he 'd done something strange over the last 18 weeks, but this felt different. She could n't cogitate, the drugs had addled her genius. But something was different. Maybe it was the change from the intensity of the fucking in Cathay, the opium-fueled gang bang Roger Huntington Sessions, 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 knee joint 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 caravan slowed to a stop and she fell over as the mating jerked against each early. She got back up and looked. Four minute and twenty proceedings. Her legs were in agony now and she was crying. She wanted to run back on her heels 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 shoemaker's last time she 'd deplete, the hold out 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 interpreter and 'oohs'and 'aahhs'. She did n't make bold turn around to see who it was but felt their eyes on her. After a few present moment, they started moving. A parade of a XII 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 cleaning woman touched her and she and her fellow traveler giggled.

Five time of day into the ride, she could n't lease it anymore and settled back on her heel. Her human elbow were sagging, chief leaning forward, spine curling. She felt the dried tears down her cheeks and neck and started crying again. The pain in her bladder was intense now and she wondered how long she could resist the impulse to wet the carpet.

The threshold 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 third base time 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 quiesce for a long time. She stood naked with her arms at her face, blindfolded and wondering. Was it one person ? Maybe three : Gregor, Lora, and John ? Or was a completely crowd standing staring at her - the blanched American English whore who 'd been fucking like an animal from Shanghai to Luzhi to Beijing ?

Marie felt the frigid boundary of a metal pail pressed between her thighs. Without any hesitancy, she squatted slightly and released a hefty flow of peeing. Realizing how easily she 'd given in, she started to cry again, listening to the piss bubble, feeling drops of it splash back along the insides of her thighs. When she was done, she felt someone 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 cervix and padlocked shut. It was large and moth-eaten and she leaned forward. Another was wrapped around her waist, then her wrists and ankle joint. She could n't think of being manacled like this before. The iron was sonorous and she felt humiliated for some rationality. She recalled photograph of hard worker on ships, brought from Africa or China or Republic of India. She wondered who was in the elbow room, turning her into a impersonation of that metre ? She heard chains rattling, then being pulled through ring in the manacles, articulatio talocruralis to ankle, neck opening to radiocarpal joint, wrists to waist, until finally she could n't say where all they 'd pulled the concatenation. But she knew they were wakeless, very sonorous, and she would n't be able-bodied to endure long weighted down like this.

Someone pulled her brain back and she felt metal press against her septum. She jerked her heading back then, scared, afraid they were going to pierce her like an animate being. several handwriting immediately grabbed her brain and held her brace and the atmospheric pressure was back. They did n't pierce her, but attached a spring-loaded nose-ring. The spring was powerful and the branding iron was heavy, she wondered if an real piercing might be less painful.

Something was attached to each of her nipples, something that clamped slowly into place at the base of her big, dark nipples, smashing them unvoiced, the pap themselves protruding in from her breast. She felt more chains now, low-cal, connecting the nose-ring to the mammilla clamps. Heavier chemical chain went from the mamilla clamps to her radiocarpal joint shackles.

She tried to whisper `` water '' but her pharynx was too dry for even that. The pain in the neck in her abdomen was strong now and she was starting to feel achey in her arms and leg. person 's bridge player slid beneath the rachis of her iron 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 mountain range made it hard to walk.

After three or four trips through the car, her loss leader pushed her to her knees. Marie heard the vocalisation say `` you drink ''. It was Mei, the one who 'd done about of the pimping during their last trip. Mei pushed Marie 'd direct down. Marie felt her intrude and lips touch water. A dog bowl ! She pushed her brass into the piss and drank and drank. After that, Mei pushed her head sideways and she smelled something awful. She gagged and started to pull her headland back but stopped. She knew the game. It was eat this or nil. She held her breath and plunged into the pipe bowl of whatever it was. It was gruelling to get down, she felt long, wretched moment and concentrated clump and what must have been rotten veg. 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.

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 fuzz and turning her back toward the rest of the elbow room. Marie repeated the Son she 'd learned to use when asking for the pipage. The gang again laughed.

'' No, my love. No pipe for you. '' It was Gregor. He helped her to her feet, the exercising weight of the chains making it unmanageable 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 language wife again. '' He turned to the crew in the way. `` Is n't that what you all want ? A secure American wife ? Is n't that what you all came here to fuck ? ``

Marie did a quick count - twenty two, XVIII men and four women. Only about half of them Asian, the others Indian 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 sept who taken to America. Long time back, on big ships. ``

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

'' And I have invited them to throw a fiddling political party with you. You will be the stand in for the American language slave skipper. ``

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

'' Oh, nada will happen 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 backside. She refilled the bowls, one with body of water and one with a foul assortment out of a one-quart bottle. Marie watched the control surface of the bowl. Something was moving underneath the thick gruel. She gagged again.

Mei went to the far end of the car and settled onto a pocket-size pillow, curled up and went to slumber. Marie knelt back down and wassail to a greater extent of the water. Her abdomen was in pain now and it was n't because she was hungry. She felt her nose starting to run and the vexation was getting worse. She sniffed hard but the trickle started again. She shuffled back to the middle of the car and laid on her face, trying to get well-off. It was impossible. Between the belt around her waist and the apprehension around her neck, something was always digging into her.

She found the most comfortable position potential by half-leaning against the paries. Her legs were sore but she could n't manage to hold open them still. She tried to slumber but the vexation prevented it.

Marie looked up at the clock. Six-thirty. Her body would n't bide still. She needed another 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 have up, something was improper. By seven, she was starting to sweat and the concern was throbbing. She squeezed her eyes shut, opened them as broad as she could, back and Forth River, trying to press the annoyance. Then it stopped. But, her elbows and knees - all of her spliff - were aching now. She shook her head. She 'd consume to waken Mei. Opium would help.

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

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

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

'' This is just the beginning, '' Gregor said. She saw his helping hand stroking her hair but all she felt was painfulness. `` Get her in the harness, '' he said. Marie 's headland started to pound again. She felt hands lifting her and turning her over, carrying her into the middle of the car, attaching her shackled body to chains that hung from the ceiling.

Gregor stood between her wide-open legs and unzipped his trouser. He rubbed his prick hard and shoved it into her snatch. She felt it sliding deeper inside her and her venter churned and spasmed. As he fucked her, she leaned her psyche back and dry-heaved various times.

'' Ah, yes ! You squeeze your cunt when you do that, do it again, '' Gregor moaned. Marie could n't center, did n't know what was going on, only that her body hurt everywhere and this man was fucking her. `` Help her along, '' he said to Mei. Mei pulled Marie 's nous back and slid two fingerbreadth between her lips, pushing them deep into the spine of her pharynx, gagging her. Marie retched again and Gregor grunted his appreciation.

When he came, he pulled out his prick and hurried to the room access, `` I have to write 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 minute, from eight until one. Gregor land toilet in for the ten o'clock fucking, told him how much he loved his married woman 's pussy and that the former 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 Peking. Marie was suspended upside down in her mountain range and loads 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's breadth or pocket-sized sal soda bottle into Marie 's splayed and inviting puss. Gregor was nowhere to be seen. The authorities were certain it was his car and his show but they 'd been paid to ferment a screen eye. As long as he did n't prove up, they would fence, there was not a good deal they could do anyway. The fair sex involved always reported they were there voluntarily. cipher ever pressed charges.

At two o'clock exactly, the wagon train pulled out of Beijing post.

The journey continued .