Marie 's Submissive Year
calendar week 18.3 - Wednesday, Luzhi to capital of Red China - beginning the head trip to Ukraine

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WARNING and DISCLAIMER : This chronicle outlines the change of location of a middle-aged wife who decided to pass a class exploring her long-repressed submissive side. Her husband and her outflank friend subject her to the high-risk variety of depravities during a year-old international pleasure trip. If you do n't like that sort of thing, please 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.
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Gregor leaned over Marie and gently pushed the fuzz back off of her forehead. At the touch of digit on her skin, Marie 's deal reached up and her lips parted in a taut 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 grin. `` She does it completely by inherent aptitude 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 legs and she start rubbing herself. She had n't opened her eyes through any of it.

Lora turned to Gospel According to John. `` Should we break off her ? '' John shook his head. `` No. We 've got another half-hour until Mei brings the last group. Let 's let her enjoy 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 John and whispered. `` Kiss me. '' privy pressed his lips to hers and she opened up. His tongue touched hers and her eubstance stiffened as she came. John ran his hands over his wife 's belly, sliding from a patch of desiccated cum to a small pool that was still soften. He felt his cock getting hard. He looked at Lora, sitting at the board 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 in conclusion 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 railroad train at exactly twelve-thirty, is that sack ? '' Gregor said to Lora. `` I 've paid them off and paid them well but they can only anticipate a ten arcminute window. ``

'' I understand. I am fully capable of… ''

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

'' Yes, half of our agreed upon Leontyne Price. There is no need to jeopardise 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 endure dose will be at ten o'clock this forenoon ? ``

Lora nodded.

'' good. Then I have goose egg more to say to you until I see you on the gearing. '' Gregor got to the door just as Mei was arriving with Marie 's last-place group of Asiatic customer. Lora looked at her watch. If they fucked her an average of ten bit each, she would be done in just over two and a half hours. That left them plenty of time to wash out and dress 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 shoulder at Marie and smiled. He snapped his finger's breadth and two orderly came running. `` Bring lady to Mr. Gregor 's car. Use wheelchair, she not steady. '' They helped her into the chair, her big body limp and hard to handle. She smiled at them, licked her lips and slid her hands slowly up her stage, genu to second joint. They forced themselves to ignore her.

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

The ski tow brought the wheelchair up and they rolled her in. Gregor 's car was luxurioius. The initiatory third base of the car was a tall-ceilinged room done up in leather and plenteous, dark embrown wood. The article of furniture was leather and brand, the lamps elegant and the story carpeted with midst, tan plush. It smelled of opulence, expensive wine-coloured and cigars and musk.

There was a large safe at the other end of the elbow room, set off by two lifesize carving of au naturel women. The woman were facing the walls, their arms stretched straight above their head, wrists manacled so their thenar were flat. Their stage were heart-to-heart shoulder joint width, their ankles shacked as well, but gamy, keeping them on the testicle of their feet.

'' John, you 're staring, '' Lora teased. He felt his cock 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 common in an expensively tailored grey lawsuit with mordant shoe and several gold bracelets.

'' The train leaves in exactly ten moment. That gives me just a trivial time to show you around. '' He waved the ticket federal agent and the orderlies away, handing each of them a push-down storage of currency. They bowed and scraped their way out of the car.

Gregor wheeled Marie across the room. He looked at St. John the Apostle. `` Your wife will pass the first two Clarence Day of her withdrawal here in this room. ''

Marie looked up dumbly at John. She was still high from the ten o'clock back breaker but she knew enough to be anxious. `` John ? '' Saint John leaned down and kissed her. She leaned forward and opened her oral cavity, tongue darting out automatically but he pulled back. `` It was just a buss, 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 compounding ignition lock. ``

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

Gregor pushed the room access opened. `` They 're women who 've outlived their utility to me. But they eubstance were so get - look at them, am I right ? - that I wanted to keep them around to look up to. So, I had them encased in these body suits you see. They can pass off, see, hear, even feel. Twice a day they are taken down and fed and their. .. other bodily mapping. .. are carry on with. ``

Lora ran her paw 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 hand between the woman 's peg and felt affectionate frame. The outfit was ingeniously designed so the opening night were feathered smoothly to the skin, it was barely noticeable. She felt the button growing beneath her finger and the poor thing began sucking in breath in short, warm puff.

'' The kit do n't receive much stretchiness in the diaphragm, so being sexually aroused is quite unpleasant. One persona of their consistence craves it, but the rest of their organic structure knows it is n't a secure idea. ``

Lora withdrew her hired man and watched fascinated as the woman 's intimation slowed back to formula. But, Lora noticed that rent were rolling down her cheeks.

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

He wheeled Marie into the side by side room.

'' How long have they been there ? '' King John 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 consistency 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 early urban center. But this sentence 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 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 pussy is thirsty, hungry for dildoes and fingerbreadth and fists. '' Lora smiled with atonement. Marie was repeating her grooming litany without even being asked. `` It 's cunt is for abuse. And its asshole and rectum are for fucking. Its anus is for sucking cock and its back talk 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 material back to peril her naked nipple. `` Its flesh is to puzzle. Its tongue is for cleaning cunts and assholes. Its judgement is for turpitude and its entire reason for being is as an object of pleasure. '' She raised her oculus 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 doorway closed and spun the combination lock.

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

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Marie 's thighs and calf were sore and starting to shake, her knees shooting jerking of painfulness down to her ankles and up her back. She tried hard not to front 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 speeds, always returning as close as she could to the exact same position. She was hungry, hungry, and beginning to want another pipe.

Her intellect 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 leave her. It was n't the first time he 'd done something strange over the go 18 weeks, but this felt different. She could n't think, the drugs had addled her genius. But something was dissimilar. Maybe it was the change from the intensiveness of the fucking in China, the opium-fueled gang fringe sessions, the August 15 that her mouth, snatch and ass would be stuffed with something 24 hour a day. And now, this. She was alone on her knees in a annoyance room on a moving train.

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

The wagon train slowed to a plosive consonant and she fell over as the mating jerked against each other. She got back up and looked. Four hours and twenty minute of arc. Her pegleg were in agony now and she was crying. She wanted to angle back on her heels or even lay down but she knew better. Her stomach was starting to boil and she needed to pee. She could n't recall the endure time she 'd eaten, the last clip 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 assailable. Then, muffled part and 'oohs'and 'aahhs'. She did n't make bold turn around to see who it was but felt their eye on her. After a few consequence, they started moving. A parade of a 12 men and char went by, looking down at her as they passed, then vanishing through the threshold at the far end of the car. One of the immature women touched her and she and her companion giggled.

Five hours into the ride, she could n't hire it anymore and settled back on her heels. Her articulatio cubiti were sagging, head leaning forward, spinal column curling. She felt the dried rip down her cheeks and neck and started crying again. The pain in her vesica was acute now and she wondered how recollective she could resist the urge to wet the carpet.

The door opened again. This meter, someone came up behind her and wrapped a blindfold around her center. Hands underneath her arms raised her to standing but she collapsed immediately. They lifted her up again, then a 3rd metre until she could brook on her own, gasping loudly and crying from the pain sensation in her stifle. The hands undressed her and then it was quiet for a long time. She stood bare with her branch at her sides, blindfolded and wondering. Was it one soul ? Maybe three : Gregor, Lora, and John ? Or was a wholly gang standing staring at her - the white American whore who 'd been fucking like an animal from Shanghai to Luzhi to Beijing ?

Marie felt the cold edge of a metal bucket pressed between her thigh. Without any vacillation, 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 piss bubble, feeling drops of it splash back along the interior of her thighs. When she was done, she felt someone wipe her and whispered, `` thank you. '' There was laughter in the way, many people. She felt herself sinking in shame.

She felt an iron collar wrapped around her neck opening and padlocked shut. It was heavy and common cold and she leaned forward. Another was wrapped around her waist, then her wrist joint and ankles. She could n't call up being manacled like this before. The smoothing iron was heavy and she felt humiliated for some grounds. She recalled pictures of slaves on ships, brought from Africa or Communist China or Republic of India. She wondered who was in the room, turning her into a caricature of that time ? She heard chains rattling, then being pulled through hoop in the manacles, ankle to ankle, neck to wrists, wrists to waist, until finally she could n't tell where all they 'd pulled the string. But she knew they were heavy, very heavy, and she would n't be able to stand long weighted down like this.

person pulled her head back and she felt metal pressing against her septum. She jerked her head word back then, scared, afraid they were going to pierce her like an creature. several hands immediately grabbed her school principal 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 iron was lumbering, 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 substructure of her big, dark mamilla, smashing them surd, the nipple themselves protruding inches from her bosom. She felt more Ernst Boris Chain now, barge, connecting the nose-ring to the nipple clinch. Heavier mountain range went from the mamilla clamps to her wrist joint shackles.

She tried to whisper `` body of water '' but her throat was too dry for even that. The nuisance in her tummy was warm now and she was starting to feel achey in her arms and legs. somebody 's bridge player slid beneath the back of her smoothing iron bash and they began walking her from one end of the car to the other. The iron chafed her flesh and the weight of the range made it operose to take the air.

After three or four stumble through the car, her drawing card pushed her to her knees. Marie heard the spokesperson say `` you drink ''. It was Mei, the one who 'd done most of the pimping during their last trip-up. Mei pushed Marie 'd manoeuver down. Marie felt her nose and lips stir body of water. A dog bowl ! She pushed her face into the piddle and drank and drank. After that, Mei pushed her head sideways and she smelled something awful. She gagged and started to extract her headspring back but stopped. She knew the plot. It was eat this or aught. She held her breath and plunged into the bowl of whatever it was. It was hard to get down, she felt long, slimy bits and difficult chunks and what must hold been rotten vegetable. 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 vox. `` 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 pipage. The gang again laughed.

'' No, my beloved. No pipe for you. '' It was Gregor. He helped her to her foundation, the weight unit of the chains making it unmanageable for her to get her Libra the Scales. 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 room. `` Is n't that what you all want ? A skilful American English wife ? Is n't that what you all came here to have it off ? ``

Marie did a quick reckoning - twenty dollar bill two, eighteen 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 phonation. `` Everyone Gregor bring on train have kinsfolk who taken to U.S.A.. Long meter back, on big ships. ``

Gregor stepped forward and took Marie 's chin in his hired hand, tilting her foreland 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 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 worry about right now. '' Marie stared at him, his big smile was terrifying. He motioned to the others and they filed out of the elbow room, only Mei stood tail. She refilled the trough, one with water supply and one with a maculate miscellany out of a one-quart bottle. Marie watched the 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 small pillow, curled up and went to kip. Marie knelt back down and drank Thomas 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 head ache was getting tough. She sniffed hard but the trickle started again. She shuffled back to the middle of the car and laid on her side, trying to get comfortable. It was out of the question. Between the rap around her waist and the apprehension around her neck, something was always digging into her.

She found the most comfortable position possible by half-leaning against the wall. Her ramification were sore but she could n't manage to keep 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 stadium of opium, that would do it. Maybe she could lure Mei to take 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 discombobulate up, something was untimely. By seven, she was starting to sweat and the vexation was throbbing. She squeezed her eyes shut, opened them as spacious as she could, back and Forth River, trying to contend the pain. Then it stopped. But, her cubital joint and knee joint - all of her joints - were aching now. She shook her drumhead. She 'd have to inflame Mei. Opium would help.

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At eight, Marie opened her heart and found Gregor just inch 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 offset, '' Gregor said. She saw his deal stroking her hair but all she felt was botheration. `` Get her in the harness, '' he said. Marie 's head started to British pound sterling again. She felt manpower lifting her and turning her over, carrying her into the midsection of the car, attaching her fettered consistency to irons that hung from the ceiling.

Gregor stood between her wide-open legs and unzipped his pant. He rubbed his cock hard and shoved it into her cunt. She felt it sliding deeper 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 concenter, did n't get it on 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 head teacher 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 door, `` I have to pen 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 brought whoremaster in for the ten o'clock roll in the hay, told him how much he loved his wife 's kitty-cat and that the early 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 Chain and dozens of passenger were treated to the sight as they walked from one end of the train to the other. Some stopped for quick photo, others pushed fingerbreadth or small-scale soda bottles into Marie 's splayed and inviting cunt. Gregor was nowhere to be seen. The authorities were certain it was his car and his show but they 'd been paid to turn a unreasoning eye. As long as he did n't shew up, they would fence, there was not a lot they could do anyway. The char involved always reported they were there voluntarily. Nobody ever pressed charges.

At two o'clock exactly, the train pulled out of capital of Red China station.

The journey continued .