Marie 's Submissive yr
workweek 18.3 - Wednesday, Luzhi to Peking - beginning the slip to Ukraine

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WARNING and DISCLAIMER : This story outlines the change of location of a middle-aged wife who decided to spent a twelvemonth exploring her long-repressed submissive position. Her husband and her best protagonist subject her to the defective kinds of depravities during a year-old outside outing. If you do n't like that sort of thing, please go read something else and do n't exit feedback here about how frightful and disgusting the account is. It 's fiction and it 's supposed to be.
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Gregor leaned over Marie and gently pushed the hair back off of her brow. At the soupcon of fingers on her pelt, Marie 's helping hand reached up and her lips parted in a tight O. She found Gregor 's leg and slid her hands up his hips and across the front of his pants, making a bee-line for his zipper.

'' Amazing ! '' he said with a big smiling. `` She does it completely by instinct now, does n't she ? '' He brushed her bridge player away and stepped back from the bed. Marie closed her mouth and her hands slid down between her stage and she start rubbing herself. She had n't opened her eyes through any of it.

Lora turned to John. `` Should we stop her ? '' John shook his head. `` No. We 've got another half-hour until Mei brings the last-place group. Let 's let her revel herself a little bit. '' He got up and walked over to the dirty bed, leaned forward and kissed his wife 's frontal bone. She opened her eye slightly, the opium keeping her in its own sleepy world. She saw can and whispered. `` Kiss me. '' John Lackland pressed his lips to hers and she opened up. His lingua touched hers and her body stiffened as she came. John ran his hands over his wife 's belly, sliding from a patch of dried cum to a pocket-size pool that was still damp. He felt his rooster getting hard. He looked at Lora, sitting at the mesa negotiating with Gregor. She was wearing an ankle-length skintight dress that showed off every breaking ball. He was going to enjoy fucking her later, while his wife was servicing the last twelve 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 clear ? '' Gregor said to Lora. `` I 've paid them off and paid them well but they can only promise a ten minute windowpane. ``

'' I understand. I am fully up to of… ''

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

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

Gregor stood up and buttoned his tailored jacket. `` And we are agreed that her shoemaker's last dose will be at ten o'clock this morning time ? ``

Lora nodded.

'' Good. Then I have nix Thomas More to say to you until I see you on the wagon train. '' Gregor got to the threshold just as Mei was arriving with Marie 's live group of Asian client. Lora looked at her sentry. If they fucked her an average of ten minutes each, she would be done in just over two and a half hr. That left them plenteousness of time to wash and habilitate her and get her to the gear station.

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Lora handed the ticket agent the letter from Gregor. He read it, looked over her berm at Marie and smiled. He snapped his fingers and two orderlies came running. `` Bring lady to Mr. Gregor 's car. Use wheelchair, she not unbendable. '' They helped her into the professorship, her big body limp and hard to handle. She smiled at them, licked her lips and slid her hands slowly up her wooden leg, knees to thighs. They forced themselves to ignore her.

The ticket agent walked with them the length of the railroad train. Gregor 's car was third to the lastly. He kept looking up and down the platform, hurrying the men along, well aware that find would mean fines, penalisation and the confiscation of his homo cargo. Gregor was known to the Formosan politics and it would not do the be found helping him with one of his adventures.

The rise brought the wheelchair up and they rolled her in. Gregor 's car was luxurioius. The first third gear of the car was a tall-ceilinged elbow room done up in leather and copious, disconsolate brown wood. The furniture was leather and sword, the lamps elegant and the floor carpeted with thick, tan plush. It smelled of luxury, expensive wine and cigars and musk.

There was a large safe at the other end of the way, set off by two life-sized sculptures of naked adult female. The woman were facing the walls, their sleeve stretched straight above their head, wrists manacled so their decoration were flat. Their stage were open shoulder width, their ankle joint shacked as well, but gamy, keeping them on the balls of their feet.

'' John, you 're staring, '' Lora teased. He felt his turncock 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 bespoken Zane Grey lawsuit with black shoes and several atomic number 79 bracelets.

'' The railroad train leaves in exactly ten second. That gives me just a little clock time to show you around. '' He waved the tag agentive role and the orderly away, handing each of them a flock of up-to-dateness. They bowed and scraped their way out of the car.

Gregor wheeled Marie across the way. He looked at John. `` Your wife will spend the initiative two days of her withdrawal here in this room. ''

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

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 combination lock. ``

Lora sucked in her breath. `` substantial ? What do you entail rattling ? '' She waved her hired hand in figurehead of the statue 's typeface. It 's optic blinked.

Gregor pushed the threshold open. `` They 're women who 've outlived their usefulness to me. But they bodies were so beat - facial expression at them, am I right ? - that I wanted to hold open them around to admire. So, I had them encased in these body suits you see. They can pass off, see, see, even sense. Twice a day they are taken down and fed and their. .. other bodily subroutine. .. are dealt with. ``

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

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

Lora slid her paw between the cleaning lady 's legs and felt ardent build. The rig was ingeniously designed so the initiative 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 hint in curtly, quick puff.

'' The outfits do n't take lots stretching in the diaphragm, so being sexually aroused is quite unpleasant. One part of their body craves it, but the rest of their eubstance knows it is n't a in force idea. ``

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

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

He wheeled Marie into the next room.

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

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

'' That 's unspeakable, '' Lora groaned.

'' The one on the left - the one you teased - is going on four days. 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 botheration elbow room, like in the early urban center. But this time on railing. She looked at Lora and Saint John the Apostle then at Gregor. Even through her opium daze, it was all very clearly. Without waiting for anyone to speak, she stood up and dropped to her knees in nominal head of Gregor. She spread her knees and laced her finger's breadth behind her neck, leaning back slightly so her tit were thrust forward.

'' This one 's twat is athirst, hungry for dildoes and finger's breadth and fists. '' Lora smiled with atonement. Marie was repeating her training litany without even being asked. `` It 's cunt is for abuse. And its bunghole and rectum are for fucking. Its anus is for sucking cock and its mouth is there only to make men glad. ``

As she 'd done so many sentence before, Marie shifted slightly, unzipping her top and pulling the fabric back to reveal her defenseless bosom. `` Its chassis is to beat. Its natural language is for cleaning cunts and asshole. Its mind is for depravity and its entire reason for being is as an object of pleasure. '' She raised her optic 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 compounding lock.

'' The detachment wo n't get down right away. Right now, she 's still feeling the effects of the terminal dose. Would you like luncheon ? ``

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Marie 's thighs and calfskin were sore and starting to shake, her knees shooting jerking of pain down to her mortise joint 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 train went around curvature at uneven upper, always returning as close as she could to the exact same position. She was thirsty, thirsty, and beginning to want another pipe.

Her thinker was coming out of the opium haze and she tried to compute out what was going on. Why would Saint 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 last 18 hebdomad, but this felt different. She could n't consider, the drugs had addled her brainpower. But something was different. Maybe it was the alteration from the saturation of the fuck in china, the opium-fueled gang smash 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 knee 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 train slowed to a stop and she fell over as the couplings jerked against each other. She got back up and looked. Four hours and twenty instant. Her leg 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 abdomen was starting to boil and she needed to pee. She could n't think back the go time she 'd eaten, the close clock 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 subject. Then, muffled vocalisation and 'oohs'and 'aahhs'. She did n't dare turn around to see who it was but felt their heart on her. After a few moments, they started moving. A parade of a dozen 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 vernal fair sex touched her and she and her comrade giggled.

Five time of day into the drive, she could n't take it anymore and settled back on her heels. Her elbows were sagging, promontory leaning forward, spine curling. She felt the dehydrated crying down her nerve and cervix and started crying again. The pain in her bladder was intense now and she wondered how foresightful she could hold out the itch to wet the carpet.

The doorway opened again. This time, someone 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 thirdly time until she could stand on her own, gasping loudly and crying from the pain in her knee joint. The paw undressed her and then it was tranquillise for a long time. She stood naked with her arms at her English, blindfolded and wondering. Was it one soul ? Maybe three : Gregor, Lora, and John the Evangelist ? Or was a whole crowd standing staring at her - the Patrick Victor Martindale White American whore who 'd been fucking like an animal from Shanghai to Luzhi to Beijing ?

Marie felt the cold edge of a alloy pail pressed between her second joint. Without any hesitation, she squatted slightly and released a sinewy flow 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 second joint. When she was done, she felt someone wipe her and whispered, `` thank you. '' There was laughter in the elbow room, many people. She felt herself sinking in shame.

She felt an iron pinch wrapped around her neck and padlocked shut. It was heavy and moth-eaten and she leaned forward. Another was wrapped around her waistline, then her articulatio radiocarpea and mortise joint. She could n't remember being manacled like this before. The iron was heavy and she felt humiliated for some rationality. She recalled pictures of striver on ships, brought from Africa or PRC or India. She wondered who was in the room, turning her into a imitation of that clock time ? She heard chains rattling, then being pulled through doughnut in the manacles, ankle to ankle, neck opening to wrists, wrists to waist, until finally she could n't tell where all they 'd pulled the chains. But she knew they were expectant, very heavily, and she would n't be able to stand long weighted down like this.

individual pulled her head back and she felt metal pressing against her septum. She jerked her top dog back then, scared, afraid they were going to thrust her like an animal. respective handwriting immediately grabbed her head and held her unbendable and the air pressure was back. They did n't pierce her, but attached a spring-loaded nose-ring. The spring was powerful and the iron was lowering, she wondered if an actual 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 severe, the teat themselves protruding inch from her titties. 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 `` water '' but her pharynx was too dry for even that. The pain in her abdomen was strong now and she was starting to feel achey in her arm and legs. Someone 's hand slid beneath the back of her iron swath and they began walking her from one end of the car to the other. The iron chafed her form and the weightiness of the chains made it intemperately to take the air.

After three or four trips through the car, her loss leader pushed her to her knee. Marie heard the voice say `` you drink ''. It was Mei, the one who 'd done most of the pimping during their end trip. Mei pushed Marie 'd head down. Marie felt her nose and lips spot urine. 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 pull her head back but stopped. She knew the plot. It was eat this or nothing. She held her breath and plunged into the trough of whatever it was. It was hard to get down, she felt long, slimy bits and hard chunks and what must have been stinky veg. She told herself that as long as she held her breathing place, 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 louder, '' Mei said, pulling her hair and turning her back toward the rest of the room. Marie repeated the words she 'd learned to use when asking for the pipework. The crowd again laughed.

'' No, my honey. No tobacco pipe for you. '' It was Gregor. He helped her to her base, the system of weights of the Ernst Boris Chain making it difficult for her to get her Libra the Scales. Gregor reached around and undid the blindfold. `` No more piping for you. You are going to get all cleaned up. Be a secure American wife again. '' He turned to the crowd in the room. `` Is n't that what you all want ? A good American English wife ? Is n't that what you all came here to have a go at it ? ``

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

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

Gregor stepped forward and took Marie 's mentum in his hand, tilting her head 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 outdoor stage in for the American English 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 concern about right now. '' Marie stared at him, his big smile was terrifying. He motioned to the others and they filed out of the way, only Mei stood behind. She refilled the bowling ball, one with piddle and one with a foul mixture out of a one-quart bottle. Marie watched the surface of the pipe bowl. Something was moving underneath the chummy 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 Thomas More of the water. Her stomach was in annoyance now and it was n't because she was athirst. She felt her nose starting to run and the head ache was getting high-risk. She sniffed hard but the trickle started again. She shuffled back to the eye of the car and laid on her side, trying to get comfortable. It was impossible. Between the swath around her waist and the shoe collar around her neck, something was always digging into her.

She found the most comfortable emplacement potential by half-leaning against the wall. Her legs were sore but she could n't manage to restrain them still. She tried to kip 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 get her some. But Mei was asleep. If she woke her, she 'd be wild. So, she waited. Six-forty. Six-fifty. Marie felt like she wanted to throw up, something was amiss. By seven, she was starting to sudate and the concern was throbbing. She squeezed her eyes shut, opened them as all-embracing as she could, back and Forth, trying to push the pain in the neck. Then it stopped. But, her cubitus and knee - all of her articulation - were aching now. She shook her head. She 'd have to awaken Mei. Opium would help.

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

'' How are we feeling ? '' he whispered, a big, malevolent grinning on his face.

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

'' This is just the starting time, '' Gregor said. She saw his hired hand stroking her hair but all she felt was pain. `` Get her in the harness, '' he said. Marie 's head started to pound again. She felt men 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 pants. He rubbed his dick hard and shoved it into her bitch. She felt it sliding cryptical 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 cunt when you do that, do it again, '' Gregor moaned. Marie could n't focus, did n't have a go at it what was going on, only that her body injury everywhere and this man was fucking her. `` Help her along, '' he said to Mei. Mei pulled Marie 's head back and slid two fingers between her sassing, pushing them deep into the backrest of her throat, gagging her. Marie retched again and Gregor grunted his appreciation.

When he came, he pulled out his cock 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. ``

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It went on like that, once an minute, from eight until one. Gregor make for John in for the ten o'clock fuck, told him how much he loved his married woman 's pussy and that the other withdrawal roll in the hay were certainly worth the money. He could n't look until she was deeper into it, in a day or two.

Just before two in the aurora, the train pulled into Peiping. Marie was suspended upside down in her chain and tons of passengers were treated to the mountain as they walked from one end of the caravan to the other. Some stopped for quick pic, others pushed digit or lowly soda bottles into Marie 's splayed and inviting puss. Gregor was nowhere to be seen. The authorities were certain it was his car and his display but they 'd been paid to change by reversal a unreasoning 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 Beijing station.

The journey continued .