Marie 's subservient Year
Week 18.3 - Wednesday, Luzhi to Peking - beginning the slip to Ukraine

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word of advice and disavowal : This story outlines the travels of a middle-aged wife who decided to spend a year exploring her long-repressed submissive position. Her husband and her sound friend guinea pig her to the sorry form of depravity during a year-old outside junket. If you do n't like that variety of affair, please go read something else and do n't leave feedback here about how horrible 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 whisker back off of her forehead. At the soupcon of fingers on her hide, Marie 's hands reached up and her lips parted in a tight O. She found Gregor 's leg and slid her hands up his pelvic girdle and across the presence of his knickers, 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 legs and she start rubbing herself. She had n't opened her oculus through any of it.

Lora turned to John. `` Should we stop her ? '' John shook his headspring. `` No. We 've got another half-hour until Mei brings the utmost group. Let 's let her enjoy herself a petty bit. '' He got up and walked over to the dirty bed, leaned forward and kissed his wife 's forehead. She opened her eye slightly, the opium keeping her in its own sleepy world. She saw John and whispered. `` candy kiss me. '' whoremaster pressed his lips to hers and she opened up. His tongue touched hers and her trunk stiffened as she came. bathroom ran his hands over his wife 's belly, sliding from a patch of dry cum to a little pocket billiards that was still weaken. 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 last 12 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 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 min windowpane. ``

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

'' You understand that not only will you not be paid, but I will come after you. I have already spent more than five 1000 Euro 's arranging affair. And you have the ten thousand US dollars deposit. ``

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

Gregor stood up and buttoned his tailored jacket. `` And we are gibe that her lastly dosage will be at ten o'clock this morning ? ``

Lora nodded.

'' commodity. Then I have nada to a greater extent to say to you until I see you on the geartrain. '' Gregor got to the door just as Mei was arriving with Marie 's last chemical group of Asian customers. Lora looked at her lookout. If they fucked her an average of ten minutes each, she would be done in just over two and a half hours. That left them plenty of clock time to lave and crop her and get her to the train 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 fingerbreadth and two orderly came running. `` Bring noblewoman to Mr. Gregor 's car. Use wheelchair, she not sweetheart. '' They helped her into the chair, her big body limp and hard to cover. She smiled at them, licked her lips and slid her hand slowly up her ramification, stifle to thigh. They forced themselves to ignore her.

The tag agent walked with them the length of the train. Gregor 's car was third gear to the last. He kept looking up and down the political program, hurrying the men along, well cognisant that discovery would mean fines, penalisation and the confiscation of his human cargo. Gregor was known to the Chinese government 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 first third gear of the car was a tall-ceilinged elbow room done up in leather and deep, dismal brown woods. The furniture was leather and steel, the lamps elegant and the level carpeted with thick, tan plush. It smelled of opulence, expensive wine and cigars and musk.

There was a large safe at the other end of the room, set off by two life-size sculptures of naked women. The women were facing the wall, their arms stretched straight above their head, wrists manacled so their palm were flat. Their legs were undecided shoulder breadth, their mortise joint shacked as well, but in high spirits, keeping them on the ballock of their feet.

'' trick, 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 usual in an expensively tailored grey courting with black brake shoe and several gold bracelets.

'' The string leaves in exactly ten mo. That gives me just a niggling time to show you around. '' He waved the tag agent and the hospital attendant away, handing each of them a mess of up-to-dateness. They bowed and scraped their way out of the car.

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

Marie looked up dumbly at John. She was still high gear from the ten o'clock sexually transmitted disease but she knew enough to be nervous. `` John the Evangelist ? '' privy leaned down and kissed her. She leaned forward and opened her mouth, tongue darting out automatically but he pulled back. `` It was just a candy kiss, dear. ``

Lora was leaning finisher, 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 pigeon on the big combination lock. ``

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

Gregor pushed the door open. `` They 're cleaning woman who 've outlived their usefulness to me. But they dead body were so amazing - look at them, am I right ? - that I wanted to save them around to look up to. So, I had them encased in these physical structure suits you see. They can rest, see, hear, even finger. Twice a day they are taken down and fed and their. .. other bodily occasion. .. are dealt with. ``

Lora ran her manus down the front of the char 's body and the statue trembled.

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

Lora slid her hand between the woman 's pegleg and felt tender anatomy. The kit was ingeniously designed so the openings were feathered smoothly to the skin, it was barely obtrusive. She felt the clitoris growing beneath her finger and the inadequate thing began sucking in breather in short, quick puff.

'' The outfits do n't give lots stretch in the stop, so being sexually aroused is quite unpleasant. One parting of their dead body craves it, but the sleep of their body knows it is n't a full idea. ``

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

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

He wheeled Marie into the next room.

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

'' The one on the rightfield, eight calendar month. ``

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

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

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Marie recognized the room immediately - it was a Pain elbow room, like in the other metropolis. But this time on railing. She looked at Lora and John then at Gregor. Even through her opium haze, it was all very crystalize. Without waiting for anyone to verbalise, she stood up and dropped to her knees in front of Gregor. She spread her knees and laced her fingers behind her neck, leaning back slightly so her titties were hurtle forward.

'' This one 's bitch is hungry, hungry for dildoes and finger's breadth and clenched fist. '' Lora smiled with atonement. Marie was repeating her education Litany without even being asked. `` It 's bitch is for ill-treatment. And its asshole and rectum are for fucking. Its anus is for sucking putz and its mouth is there only to make men happy. ``

As she 'd done so many multiplication before, Marie shifted slightly, unzipping her top and pulling the cloth back to expose her naked tit. `` Its flesh is to scramble. Its tongue is for cleaning cunt and arse. Its intellect is for depravation and its intact reason for being is as an object of pleasance. '' She raised her eye 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 early room. Lora and can 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 issue of the stopping point venereal infection. Would you like lunch ? ``

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Marie 's thighs and calfskin were sore and starting to shake, her knees shooting jolts of pain down to her ankles and up her back. She tried hard not to bet up at the clock but failed. Two and a half hours already. She 'd fallen over three meter as the train went around curves at odd speeds, always returning as close as she could to the exact same office. She was hungry, thirsty, and beginning to want another pipe.

Her mind was coming out of the opium fog and she tried to estimate out what was going on. Why would lav bring her to this room and then just leave her. It was n't the first time he 'd done something strange over the last 18 calendar week, but this felt different. She could n't think, the drugs had addled her mastermind. But something was different. Maybe it was the alteration from the intensity of the shtup in China, the opium-fueled gang charge academic session, the premiss that her sass, cunt and ass would be stuffed with something 24 hour a day. And now, this. She was alone on her genu in a painfulness 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 coupler jerked against each former. She got back up and looked. Four hour and twenty minute of arc. Her legs were in suffering now and she was crying. She wanted to tend back on her dog or even lay down but she knew better. Her venter was starting to roil and she needed to pee. She could n't think of the last fourth dimension she 'd eaten, the end time she 'd wanted to eat. But her pharynx was parched. After a few instant, the train jerked and started moving again.

Marie heard the door behind her open. Then, muffled voices 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 second, 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 younger charwoman touched her and she and her companion giggled.

Five minute into the ride, she could n't withdraw it anymore and settled back on her cad. Her cubital joint were sagging, head leaning forward, spine curling. She felt the desiccated tears down her buttock and neck and started crying again. The pain in her vesica was intense now and she wondered how foresightful she could defy the itch to wet the carpet.

The room access 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 third time until she could stand on her own, gasping loudly and crying from the bother in her knees. The hands undressed her and then it was pipe down for a foresightful clip. She stood naked with her limb at her English, blindfolded and wondering. Was it one someone ? Maybe three : Gregor, Lora, and bathroom ? Or was a altogether crowd standing staring at her - the Theodore Harold White American bawd who 'd been fucking like an animal from Shanghai to Luzhi to Peking ?

Marie felt the cold edge of a metal bucket pressed between her thighs. Without any disinclination, 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 house of cards, feeling free fall of it splash back along the insides of her thigh. When she was done, she felt somebody rub 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 heavy and low temperature and she leaned forward. Another was wrapped around her waist, then her wrist joint and ankle. She could n't commend being manacled like this before. The iron was heavy and she felt humiliated for some reason. She recalled film of striver on ships, brought from Africa or Republic of 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 rings in the manacle, ankle to ankle, neck opening to wrists, radiocarpal joint to waist, until finally she could n't separate where all they 'd pluck the chains. But she knew they were toilsome, very clayey, and she would n't be able to stand long weighted down like this.

Someone pulled her pass back and she felt metallic element pressing against her septum. She jerked her head back then, scared, afraid they were going to pierce her like an animal. respective hands immediately grabbed her headway and held her calm and the pressure was back. They did n't thrust her, but attached a spring-loaded nose-ring. The spring was potent and the iron was heavy, she wondered if an genuine piercing might be less painful.

Something was attached to each of her mammilla, something that clamped slowly into billet at the base of her big, saturnine nipples, smashing them hard, the nipple themselves protruding inches from her boob. She felt more chains now, lighter, connecting the nose-ring to the nipple clamps. Heavier range of mountains went from the nipple clamps to her articulatio radiocarpea shackles.

She tried to whisper `` water '' but her pharynx was too dry for even that. The annoyance in her abdomen was impregnable now and she was starting to sense achey in her weaponry and legs. mortal 's hand slid beneath the vertebral column of her iron belt and they began walking her from one end of the car to the other. The smoothing iron chafed her flesh and the weight of the chains made it gruelling to walk.

After three or four trips through the car, her leader pushed her to her knees. Marie heard the vocalization say `` you drink ''. It was Mei, the one who 'd done most of the pimping during their endure misstep. Mei pushed Marie 'd head down. Marie felt her nose and lips touch water supply. A dog bowl ! She pushed her aspect into the piddle and drank and drank. After that, Mei pushed her head sideways and she smelled something awful. She gagged and started to rend her head back but stopped. She knew the game. It was eat this or cypher. 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 concentrated clump and what must experience been stinky veg. She told herself that as long as she held her breath, she could get through it, but when something she took into her back talk started moving, she puked it all back up.

weeping 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 elbow room. Marie repeated the words she 'd learned to use when asking for the pipe. The gang again laughed.

'' No, my dear. No organ pipe for you. '' It was Gregor. He helped her to her foot, 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 respectable American English wife again. '' He turned to the crowd in the room. `` Is n't that what you all want ? A dependable American wife ? Is n't that what you all came here to fuck ? ``

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

'' I tell you about chains now, '' Mei said in a tour-guide kind of interpreter. `` Everyone Gregor bring on train have folk who taken to US. Long time back, on big ships. ``

Gregor stepped forward and took Marie 's chin in his hand, tilting her pass 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 language slave passe-partout. ``

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

'' Oh, aught 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 hindquarters. She refilled the roll, one with water and one with a noisome mixture out of a one-quart bottle. Marie watched the surface of the arena. Something was moving underneath the thickheaded gruel. She gagged again.

Mei went to the far end of the car and settled onto a lowly pillow, curled up and went to sleep. Marie knelt back down and wassail more of the water. Her belly was in painfulness now and it was n't because she was thirsty. She felt her nose starting to run and the worry was getting unsound. She sniffed hard but the drip started again. She shuffled back to the middle of the car and laid on her position, trying to get comfortable. It was impossible. Between the belt around her waist and the neckband around her neck, something was always digging into her.

She found the most prosperous position possible by half-leaning against the wall. Her pegleg were sore but she could n't handle to sustain them still. She tried to sleep but the headache prevented it.

Marie looked up at the clock. Six-thirty. Her eubstance would n't stick still. She needed another bowl of opium, that would do it. Maybe she could entice 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 contrive up, something was awry. By seven, she was starting to sudate and the headache was throbbing. She squeezed her eyes shut, opened them as wide as she could, back and Forth River, trying to fight the pain. Then it stopped. But, her cubitus and articulatio genus - all of her joints - were aching now. She shook her drumhead. She 'd stimulate to heat Mei. Opium would help.

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At eight, Marie opened her eyes and found Gregor just column 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 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 fountainhead 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 pants. 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 heading back and dry-heaved several times.

'' Ah, yes ! You squeeze your puss when you do that, do it again, '' Gregor moaned. Marie could n't concentre, did n't know what was going on, only that her consistence hurt everywhere and this man was fucking her. `` supporter her along, '' he said to Mei. Mei pulled Marie 's pass back and slid two fingers between her rim, 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 cock and hurried to the doorway, `` I have to write this down, '' he said and vanished.

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

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It went on like that, once an hour, from eight until one. Gregor fetch can in for the ten o'clock fuck, told him how much he loved his wife 's pussy and that the early withdrawal fucks were certainly deserving the money. He could n't look until she was deeper into it, in a day or two.

Just before two in the sunrise, the train pulled into Beijing. Marie was suspended upside down in her range and dozens of passengers were treated to the sight as they walked from one end of the gearing to the other. Some stopped for quick photograph, others pushed fingers or minuscule sal soda nursing bottle into Marie 's splayed and inviting bitch. Gregor was nowhere to be seen. The authorities were certain it was his car and his show but they 'd been paid to reverse a blind eye. As long as he did n't evince up, they would argue, there was not very much they could do anyway. The women involved always reported they were there voluntarily. cypher ever pressed charges.

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

The journey continued .