Marie 's Submissive twelvemonth
workweek 18.3 - Wednesday, Luzhi to Beijing - beginning the misstep to Ukraine

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warning and DISCLAIMER : This narrative outlines the travels of a middle-aged wife who decided to spent a year exploring her long-repressed submissive side. Her husband and her outflank friend national her to the worst variety of corruption during a year-old outside jaunt. If you do n't care that variety of thing, please go read something else and do n't leave feedback here about how frightful and disgusting the tarradiddle is. It 's fiction and it 's supposed to be.
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Gregor leaned over Marie and gently pushed the hairsbreadth back off of her brow. At the mite of fingers on her skin, Marie 's hands reached up and her brim parted in a tight O. She found Gregor 's leg and slid her hands up his hip joint and across the forepart of his drawers, 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 hands slid down between her ramification and she start rubbing herself. She had n't opened her eyes through any of it.

Lora turned to John the Divine. `` Should we stop her ? '' John shook his head. `` No. We 've got another half-hour until Mei brings the last mathematical group. Let 's let her bask herself a lilliputian bit. '' He got up and walked over to the dirty bed, leaned forward and kissed his wife 's frontal bone. She opened her centre slightly, the opium keeping her in its own sleepy world. She saw St. John and whispered. `` Kiss me. '' John pressed his backtalk to hers and she opened up. His tongue touched hers and her physical structure stiffened as she came. Saint John the Apostle ran his hired man over his married woman 's belly, sliding from a spell of dried cum to a diminished pool that was still moistness. He felt his hammer 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 wife was servicing the go dozen men Mei was bringing. After that, Marie would be turned over to Gregor and they 'd provide Luzhi, probably forever.

'' I want her on the Beijing string 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 minute window. ``

'' I understand. I am fully open 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 dollar bill deposit. ``

'' Yes, one-half of our agreed upon Price. There is no motivation to threaten me, Gregor, we are both profiting from this exchange, '' Lora said, struggling to keep her calmness.

Gregor stood up and buttoned his tailored crownwork. `` And we are agreed that her last Cupid's disease will be at ten o'clock this dawning ? ``

Lora nodded.

'' Good. Then I have zippo 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 survive group of Asiatic customers. Lora looked at her lookout. If they fucked her an average of ten minute each, she would be done in just over two and a one-half time of day. That left them plenteousness of prison term to rinse and dress out her and get her to the gear station.

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Lora handed the ticket agent the letter of the alphabet from Gregor. He read it, looked over her shoulder at Marie and smiled. He snapped his finger and two orderlies came running. `` Bring lady to Mr. Gregor 's car. Use wheelchair, she not firm. '' They helped her into the chair, her big soundbox hobble and difficult to handle. She smiled at them, licked her lips and slid her hands slowly up her wooden leg, knee to thigh. They forced themselves to neglect her.

The just the ticket factor walked with them the length of the power train. Gregor 's car was third to the last. He kept looking up and down the program, hurrying the men along, well mindful that discovery would mean fines, penalisation and the confiscation of his human cargo. Gregor was known to the Chinese governance 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 inaugural third 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 graceful and the trading floor carpeted with thick, tan plush. It smelled of luxuriousness, expensive wine and cigars and musk.

There was a large rubber at the other end of the room, set off by two life-sized sculptures of naked cleaning woman. The fair sex were facing the walls, their sleeve stretched straight above their head, wrists manacled so their palms were flavorless. Their leg were open shoulder joint width, their ankles shacked as well, but higher, keeping them on the Lucille Ball of their feet.

'' can, you 're staring, '' Lora teased. He felt his cock stiffen just looking at them. So suggestive. He pictured Marie in that location, turned to look her. She was staring too. Very intently.

At exactly twelve-thirty, Gregor entered. He was dressed as common in an expensively tailored Zane Grey suit with contraband shoes and several gold bracelets.

'' The geartrain leaves in exactly ten minute. That gives me just a niggling time to prove you around. '' He waved the ticket agent and the orderlies away, handing each of them a stack of currency. They bowed and scraped their way out of the car.

Gregor wheeled Marie across the room. He looked at King John. `` Your wife will drop the first two Day of her withdrawal method here in this room. ''

Marie looked up dumbly at John the Divine. She was still richly from the ten o'clock dose but she knew enough to be anxious. `` John ? '' Saint John the Apostle leaned down and kissed her. She leaned forward and opened her back talk, 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 respiration, '' she said in awe.

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

Lora sucked in her breath. `` Real ? What do you have in mind existent ? '' She waved her paw in front of the statue 's face. It 's eyes blinked.

Gregor pushed the door outdoors. `` They 're women who 've outlived their usefulness to me. But they bodies were so astonishing - look at them, am I right ? - that I wanted to keep them around to admire. So, I had them encased in these dead body suits you see. They can breathe, see, hear, even feel. Twice a day they are taken down and fed and their. .. other somatic procedure. .. are plow with. ``

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

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

Lora slid her hired hand between the woman 's branch and felt quick soma. The rig 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 short thing began sucking in breath in short, quick puff.

'' The outfits do n't get much reaching in the contraceptive diaphragm, so being sexually aroused is quite unpleasant. One persona of their soundbox craves it, but the rest of their physical structure knows it is n't a good idea. ``

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

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

He wheeled Marie into the side by side room.

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

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

'' That 's painful, '' Lora groaned.

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

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Marie recognized the way immediately - it was a pain sensation elbow room, like in the former urban center. But this clock time on rails. She looked at Lora and John then at Gregor. Even through her opium fog, it was all very clear. Without waiting for anyone to address, she stood up and dropped to her knees in front of Gregor. She spread her knees and laced her finger's breadth behind her neck, leaning back slightly so her titty were thrust forward.

'' This one 's cunt is hungry, hungry for dildoes and finger and fists. '' Lora smiled with satisfaction. Marie was repeating her training litany without even being asked. `` It 's bitch is for abuse. And its asshole and rectum are for fucking. Its anus is for sucking prick and its mouthpiece is there only to make believe men well-chosen. ``

As she 'd done so many multiplication before, Marie shifted slightly, unzipping her top and pulling the stuff back to reveal her bare titmouse. `` Its flesh is to exhaust. Its glossa is for cleaning cunts and son of a bitch. Its intellect is for depravation and its entire reason for being is as an object of pleasance. '' 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 door closed and spun the combination lock.

'' The withdrawal wo n't set out right away. Right now, she 's still feeling the effects of the last dose. Would you like lunch ? ``

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Marie 's thigh and calves were sore and starting to shake, her knees shooting jolts of pain in the ass down to her ankles and up her back. She tried hard not to await up at the clock but failed. Two and a half 60 minutes already. She 'd fallen over three multiplication as the wagon train went around curves at odd stop number, always returning as close as she could to the exact Lapp position. She was hungry, thirsty, and beginning to need another pipe.

Her mind was coming out of the opium haze and she tried to calculate out what was going on. Why would lav convey her to this way and then just leave her. It was n't the first fourth dimension he 'd done something strange over the lastly 18 week, but this felt different. She could n't guess, the drugs had addled her brain. But something was different. Maybe it was the change from the volume of the nooky in China, the opium-fueled pack bang session, the Assumption of Mary that her oral cavity, bitch and ass would be stuffed with something 24 time of day a day. And now, this. She was alone on her stifle in a Pain way on a moving train.

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

The train slowed to a stop and she fell over as the sexual union jerked against each other. She got back up and looked. Four minute and twenty second. Her stage were in torture now and she was crying. She wanted to lean back on her cad or even lay down but she knew better. Her tummy was starting to churn and she needed to pee. She could n't remember the last time she 'd wipe out, the shoemaker's last time she 'd wanted to eat. But her throat was parched. After a few hour, the train jerked and started moving again.

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

Five hours into the drive, she could n't contract it anymore and settled back on her blackguard. Her elbows were sagging, headland leaning forward, thorn curling. She felt the dried tears down her cheeks and neck and started crying again. The infliction in her bladder was vivid now and she wondered how foresightful she could resist the impulse to wet the carpet.

The threshold opened again. This time, somebody came up behind her and wrapped a blindfold around her oculus. Hands underneath her weapons system raised her to standing but she collapsed immediately. They lifted her up again, then a third fourth dimension until she could bear on her own, gasping loudly and crying from the pain in her articulatio genus. The hands undressed her and then it was quiet for a foresightful time. She stood au naturel with her blazonry at her incline, blindfolded and wondering. Was it one someone ? Maybe three : Gregor, Lora, and bathroom ? Or was a whole crowd standing staring at her - the blank American sporting lady who 'd been fucking like an animate being from Shanghai to Luzhi to Beijing ?

Marie felt the cold edge of a metal bucketful pressed between her second joint. Without any hesitation, she squatted slightly and released a hefty watercourse of piss. 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 person wipe her and whispered, `` thank you. '' There was laugh in the room, many people. She felt herself sinking in shame.

She felt an iron leash wrapped around her neck opening and padlocked shut. It was large and frigid and she leaned forward. Another was wrapped around her waist, then her wrist and ankles. She could n't recall being manacled like this before. The iron was gravid and she felt humiliated for some reason. She recalled pictures of striver on ships, brought from Africa or China or India. She wondered who was in the room, turning her into a impersonation of that time ? She heard chains rattling, then being pulled through mob in the manacles, mortise joint to ankle, neck to radiocarpal joint, wrist joint to waist, until finally she could n't tell apart where all they 'd pulled the mountain range. But she knew they were grueling, very heavy, and she would n't be able to tolerate long angle down like this.

somebody pulled her principal back and she felt metallic element pressing against her septum. She jerked her head word back then, scared, afraid they were going to thrust her like an brute. Several hands immediately grabbed her heading and held her stabilise and the pressing was back. They did n't pierce her, but attached a spring-loaded nose-ring. The leap was powerful and the iron was grueling, she wondered if an actual piercing might be lupus erythematosus painful.

Something was attached to each of her tit, something that clamped slowly into office at the base of her big, dark pap, smashing them hard, the nipple themselves protruding in from her breast. She felt more chains 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 `` piddle '' but her pharynx was too dry for even that. The pain in her abdomen was strong now and she was starting to finger achey in her subdivision and peg. someone 's hand slid beneath the vertebral column of her iron belted ammunition and they began walking her from one end of the car to the other. The iron chafed her flesh and the weight of the chains made it hard to walk.

After three or four trips through the car, her drawing card pushed her to her genu. Marie heard the voice say `` you drink ''. It was Mei, the one who 'd done near of the pimping during their last trip. Mei pushed Marie 'd head down. Marie felt her nose and back talk skin senses body of water. A dog trough ! She pushed her brass 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 point back but stopped. She knew the plot. It was eat this or zippo. She held her breath and plunged into the roll of whatever it was. It was toilsome to get down, she felt long, slimy routine and knockout ball and what must give been crappy vegetable. She told herself that as long as she held her breather, she could get through it, but when something she took into her mouth started moving, she puked it all back up.

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

'' No, my dearest. No organ pipe for you. '' It was Gregor. He helped her to her foot, the weight of the chains 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 good American English wife again. '' He turned to the crew in the elbow room. `` Is n't that what you all want ? A full American married woman ? Is n't that what you all came here to hump ? ``

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

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

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

'' And I have invited them to ingest a niggling party with you. You will be the stall in for the American slave master. ``

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

'' Oh, goose egg will happen for another day or so. You have something else to worry about right now. '' Marie stared at him, his big grin was terrifying. He motioned to the others and they filed out of the way, only Mei stood behind. She refilled the bowl, one with water and one with a foul mixture out of a one-quart bottle. Marie watched the surface of the arena. Something was moving underneath the boneheaded gruel. She gagged again.

Mei went to the far end of the car and settled onto a small pillow, curled up and went to catch some Z's. Marie knelt back down and wassail to a greater extent of the piddle. Her venter was in pain now and it was n't because she was hungry. She felt her nose starting to run and the worry was getting spoilt. She sniffed hard but the dribble started again. She shuffled back to the middle of the car and laid on her position, trying to get well-heeled. It was unimaginable. Between the bash around her waist and the catch around her neck, something was always digging into her.

She found the most well-fixed position possible by half-leaning against the wall. Her legs were sore but she could n't superintend to go along them still. She tried to sleep but the cephalalgia prevented it.

Marie looked up at the clock. Six-thirty. Her body would n't remain still. She needed another bowl of opium, that would do it. Maybe she could tempt 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 up, something was faulty. By seven, she was starting to sudate and the headache was throbbing. She squeezed her oculus shut, opened them as broad as she could, back and forth, trying to agitate the pain. Then it stopped. But, her elbows and knees - all of her juncture - were aching now. She shook her head. She 'd possess to rouse 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 truthful. Every part of her body ached now, like she had a bad flu.

'' This is just the start, '' Gregor said. She saw his paw stroking her hair's-breadth but all she felt was painfulness. `` Get her in the harness, '' he said. Marie 's brain started to pound again. She felt manpower lifting her and turning her over, carrying her into the middle of the car, attaching her fetter physical structure to chains that hung from the ceiling.

Gregor stood between her lawless legs and unzipped his knickers. He rubbed his cock hard and shoved it into her twat. She felt it sliding deeper inside her and her stomach churned and spasmed. As he fucked her, she leaned her brain back and dry-heaved several 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 hurt everywhere and this man was fucking her. `` Help her along, '' he said to Mei. Mei pulled Marie 's capitulum back and slid two fingers between her rim, 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 cock and hurried to the door, `` I have to compose this down, '' he said and vanished.

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

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It went on like that, once an hr, from eight until one. Gregor brought can in for the ten o'clock nookie, told him how much he loved his married woman 's pussy and that the early on climb-down fucks were certainly deserving 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 power train pulled into capital of Red China. Marie was suspended upside down in her strand and dozens of passenger were treated to the mess as they walked from one end of the railroad train to the other. Some stopped for fast photo, others pushed finger's breadth or small soda bottles into Marie 's splayed and inviting twat. Gregor was nowhere to be seen. The authorities were sealed it was his car and his show but they 'd been paid to turn a screen eye. As long as he did n't show up, they would argue, there was not much they could do anyway. The adult female involved always reported they were there voluntarily. Nobody ever pressed charges.

At two o'clock exactly, the train pulled out of Peiping station.

The journey continued .