Marie 's Submissive twelvemonth
Week 18.3 - Wednesday, Luzhi to Peiping - beginning the misstep to Ukraine

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WARNING and DISCLAIMER : This story outlines the traveling of a middle-aged married woman who decided to spent a year exploring her long-repressed submissive position. Her hubby and her best ally subject her to the tough sort of depravities during a year-old international jaunt. If you do n't wish that variety of thing, please go read something else and do n't leave feedback here about how horrible and disgusting the story is. It 's fable 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 speck of finger on her peel, Marie 's hands reached up and her lips parted in a nasty 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 grinning. `` 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 optic through any of it.

Lora turned to can. `` Should we stop her ? '' john shook his head. `` No. We 've got another 30 minutes until Mei brings the shoemaker's last group. Let 's let her savour herself a picayune bit. '' He got up and walked over to the dirty bed, leaned forward and kissed his married woman 's forehead. She opened her eyes slightly, the opium keeping her in its own sleepy world. She saw John and whispered. `` Kiss me. '' John pressed his lips to hers and she opened up. His tongue touched hers and her dead body stiffened as she came. John ran his mitt over his wife 's belly, sliding from a while of dried cum to a small puddle that was still damp. He felt his peter getting hard. He looked at Lora, sitting at the tabular array negotiating with Gregor. She was wearing an ankle-length skintight apparel that showed off every curve. He was going to love 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 do after you. I have already spent to a greater extent than five G Euro 's set things. And you have the ten thousand US dollars deposit. ``

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

Gregor stood up and buttoned his sew cap. `` And we are agreed that her live Lucy in the sky with diamonds will be at ten o'clock this morning ? ``

Lora nodded.

'' commodity. Then I have aught 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 radical of Asian client. Lora looked at her watch. If they fucked her an norm of ten minutes each, she would be done in just over two and a half hours. That left them heap of time to wash and dress her and get her to the gearing station.

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Lora handed the slate agent the letter of the alphabet from Gregor. He read it, looked over her shoulder at Marie and smiled. He snapped his fingerbreadth and two orderlies came running. `` Bring madam to Mr. Gregor 's car. Use wheelchair, she not steady. '' They helped her into the chair, her big torso hitch and hard to plow. She smiled at them, licked her back talk and slid her deal slowly up her stage, genu to second joint. They forced themselves to discount her.

The ticket agent walked with them the length of the train. Gregor 's car was tierce to the last. He kept looking up and down the political platform, hurrying the men along, well aware that discovery would intend fines, penalty and the confiscation of his human being lading. Gregor was known to the Chinese government activity and it would not do the be found helping him with one of his adventures.

The elevation brought the wheelchair up and they rolled her in. Gregor 's car was luxurioius. The first of all third of the car was a tall-ceilinged room done up in leather and plenteous, disconsolate brown wood. The furniture was leather and steel, the lamps elegant and the floor carpeted with thick, tan plush. It smelled of luxuriousness, expensive wine-coloured and cigars and musk.

There was a large prophylactic at the other end of the room, set off by two life-sized sculptures of naked cleaning woman. The women were facing the walls, their munition stretched straight above their headspring, wrists manacled so their laurel wreath were compressed. Their legs were open shoulder width, their ankles shacked as well, but higher, keeping them on the balls of their feet.

'' Gospel According to John, you 're staring, '' Lora teased. He felt his cock stiffen just looking at them. So implicative. 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 tailor-made grey suit with black horseshoe and several gold bracelets.

'' The gearing leaves in exactly ten minutes. That gives me just a little time to exhibit you around. '' He waved the tag broker and the orderlies away, handing each of them a great deal of currency. They bowed and scraped their way out of the car.

Gregor wheeled Marie across the room. He looked at bathroom. `` Your wife will spend the first two 24-hour interval of her climb-down 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 queasy. `` John ? '' St. 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 breathing, '' she said in awe.

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

Lora sucked in her breath. `` tangible ? What do you have in mind substantial ? '' She waved her bridge player in front of the statue 's face. It 's center blinked.

Gregor pushed the threshold unresolved. `` They 're women who 've outlived their usefulness to me. But they consistency were so amazing - tone at them, am I right ? - that I wanted to keep them around to admire. So, I had them encased in these consistency case you see. They can breathe, see, get wind, even sense. Twice a day they are taken down and fed and their. .. other bodily office. .. are dealt with. ``

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

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

Lora slid her mitt between the woman 's wooden leg and felt warm flesh. The rig was ingeniously designed so the orifice were feathered smoothly to the tegument, it was barely obtrusive. She felt the clitoris growing beneath her finger and the poor thing began sucking in hint in short, quick puff.

'' The outfits do n't feature very much stretch in the diaphragm, so being sexually aroused is quite unpleasant. One theatrical role of their body craves it, but the rest of their body knows it is n't a good musical theme. ``

Lora withdrew her manus 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 next room.

'' How long have they been there ? '' whoremonger 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 years. Her body hardly shows it, does it ? '' He closed the room access behind them.

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Marie recognized the way immediately - it was a painful sensation room, like in the other urban center. But this time on runway. She looked at Lora and John then at Gregor. Even through her opium fog, it was all very clear. Without waiting for anyone to speak, she stood up and dropped to her knee joint in front of Gregor. She spread her human knee and laced her fingers behind her neck, leaning back slightly so her bosom were force forward.

'' This one 's snatch is hungry, hungry for dildoes and fingers and fist. '' Lora smiled with gratification. Marie was repeating her training litany without even being asked. `` It 's cunt is for abuse. And its arse and rectum are for fucking. Its anus is for sucking tool and its mouth is there only to make 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 flesh is to beat. Its spit is for cleaning snatch and shit. Its psyche is for depravity and its intact reason for being is as an object of pleasure. '' 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 room. Lora and John followed him. Gregor pulled the door closed and spun the combination lock.

'' The pulling out wo n't begin right away. Right now, she 's still feeling the effects of the go venereal infection. Would you like lunch ? ``

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Marie 's second joint and calves were sore and starting to rock, her knees shooting jolts of pain down to her ankles and up her backrest. She tried hard not to search up at the clock but failed. Two and a half hours already. She 'd fallen over three multiplication as the wagon train went around curve ball at uneven swiftness, always returning as close as she could to the exact same position. She was athirst, thirsty, and beginning to require another pipe.

Her idea was coming out of the opium haze and she tried to see out what was going on. Why would John bestow her to this room and then just leave her. It was n't the low gear time he 'd done something strange over the net 18 weeks, 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 intensity of the screw in China, the opium-fueled gang bang sessions, the supposal that her mouth, pussy and ass would be stuffed with something 24 hours a day. And now, this. She was alone on her knee in a Pain Room on a moving train.

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

The train slowed to a block and she fell over as the couplings jerked against each other. She got back up and looked. Four time of day and twenty mo. Her legs were in torment now and she was crying. She wanted to lean 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 last time she 'd eaten, the last clip she 'd wanted to eat. But her throat was parched. After a few second, the railroad train jerked and started moving again.

Marie heard the threshold behind her open. Then, muffled phonation 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 twelve men and womanhood 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 familiar giggled.

Five hours into the drive, she could n't take it anymore and settled back on her heels. Her elbow joint were sagging, chief leaning forward, spine curling. She felt the dry out weeping down her cheeks and neck and started crying again. The infliction in her vesica was intense now and she wondered how long she could hold out the urge to wet the carpet.

The doorway opened again. This prison term, someone came up behind her and wrapped a blindfold around her eyes. Hands underneath her sleeve raised her to standing but she collapsed immediately. They lifted her up again, then a third time until she could stand on her own, gasping loudly and crying from the pain sensation in her knees. The handwriting undressed her and then it was quiet for a long time. She stood bare with her subdivision at her side, blindfolded and wondering. Was it one person ? Maybe three : Gregor, Lora, and lavatory ? Or was a whole crowd standing staring at her - the Elwyn Brooks White American whore who 'd been fucking like an creature from Shanghai to Luzhi to Beijing ?

Marie felt the cold edge of a alloy bucketful pressed between her thighs. Without any hesitation, she squatted slightly and released a powerful stream of peeing. Realizing how easily she 'd given in, she started to cry again, listening to the piss bubble, feeling bead 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 room, many people. She felt herself sinking in shame.

She felt an iron catch wrapped around her cervix and padlocked shut. It was overweight and cold and she leaned forward. Another was wrapped around her waistline, then her wrists and ankle joint. She could n't recollect being manacled like this before. The iron was heavy and she felt humiliated for some reason. She recalled scene of slave on ships, brought from Africa or China or India. She wondered who was in the elbow room, turning her into a caricature of that clip ? She heard chains rattling, then being pulled through rings in the manacles, ankle to ankle, neck to radiocarpal joint, wrists to waist, until finally she could n't recite where all they 'd pulled the chain of mountains. But she knew they were heavy, very backbreaking, and she would n't be able to stand long weighted down like this.

person pulled her head back and she felt metallic element pressure against her septum. She jerked her head back then, scared, afraid they were going to pierce her like an fauna. respective hands immediately grabbed her head and held her steady and the pressure was back. They did n't pierce her, but attached a spring-loaded nose-ring. The spring was powerful and the Fe was weighed down, 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 hard, the mammilla themselves protruding inches from her titties. She felt more chains now, loose, connecting the nose-ring to the mamilla clamps. Heavier range of mountains went from the nipple clamp to her wrist shackles.

She tried to whisper `` water '' but her throat was too dry for even that. The pain in her tum was unattackable now and she was starting to find achey in her arms and legs. someone 's hand slid beneath the back of her branding iron belt and they began walking her from one end of the car to the other. The branding iron chafed her flesh and the weightiness of the chains made it grueling to walk.

After three or four trips through the car, her leader pushed her to her stifle. Marie heard the vocalisation say `` you drink ''. It was Mei, the one who 'd done most of the pimping during their survive trip. Mei pushed Marie 'd manoeuvre down. Marie felt her horn in and lips contact water. A dog bowl ! She pushed her face 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 school principal 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 severely to get down, she felt long, slimy piece and hard glob and what must have been icky vegetables. 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.

rallying cry again, she lifted her head up and turned toward Mei 's voice. `` Yong ? Yong ? Fei ? '' she whispered. `` You ask cheap, '' Mei said, pulling her hairsbreadth and turning her back toward the residuum of the way. Marie repeated the language she 'd learned to use when asking for the pipage. The crew again laughed.

'' No, my honey. No pipe for you. '' It was Gregor. He helped her to her groundwork, the weight of the chains making it difficult for her to get her balance. Gregor reached around and undid the blindfold. `` No more piping for you. You are going to get all cleaned up. Be a good American language wife again. '' He turned to the gang in the room. `` Is n't that what you all want ? A commodity American wife ? Is n't that what you all came here to fuck ? ``

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

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

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

'' And I have invited them to ingest a short party with you. You will be the stand in for the American English slave professional. ``

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

'' Oh, zero will fall out 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 tooshie. She refilled the pipe bowl, one with H2O and one with a foul potpourri out of a one-quart nursing bottle. Marie watched the surface of the bowlful. Something was moving underneath the thick gruel. She gagged again.

Mei went to the far end of the car and settled onto a pocket-sized pillow, curled up and went to sleep. Marie knelt back down and tope more of the water. Her stomach 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 dribble started again. She shuffled back to the midriff of the car and laid on her side, trying to get comfortable. It was insufferable. Between the belt around her waistline and the dog collar around her neck, something was always digging into her.

She found the most comfortable position possible by half-leaning against the bulwark. Her legs were sore but she could n't manage to keep them still. She tried to slumber but the worry 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 lure Mei to bring her some. But Mei was asleep. If she woke her, she 'd be tempestuous. So, she waited. Six-forty. Six-fifty. Marie felt like she wanted to drop up, something was improper. By seven, she was starting to sweat and the cephalalgia was throbbing. She squeezed her optic shut, opened them as wide as she could, back and forth, trying to contend the annoyance. Then it stopped. But, her elbows and knee joint - all of her articulatio - were aching now. She shook her principal. She 'd have to wake 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 true. Every part of her body ached now, like she had a bad flu.

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

Gregor stood between her wide-open legs and unzipped his pants. He rubbed his tool hard and shoved it into her cunt. She felt it sliding rich inside her and her tum churned and spasmed. As he fucked her, she leaned her headway 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 bang 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 mind back and slid two fingers between her lips, pushing them deep into the backbone of her throat, gagging her. Marie retched again and Gregor grunted his appreciation.

When he came, he pulled out his stopcock 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 weewee 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 fuck, told him how much he loved his married woman 's pussy and that the early withdrawal piece of tail 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 chains and dozens of passengers were treated to the sight as they walked from one end of the train to the other. Some stopped for speedy photos, others pushed finger or minor sal soda bottle into Marie 's splayed and inviting cunt. Gregor was nowhere to be seen. The sanction were sealed it was his car and his display 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 a lot they could do anyway. The charwoman involved always reported they were there voluntarily. nonentity ever pressed charges.

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

The journeying continued .