Marie 's slavish Year
week 18.3 - Midweek, Luzhi to Beijing - beginning the trip to Ukrayina

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WARNING and DISCLAIMER : This story outlines the change of location of a middle-aged wife who decided to spent a year exploring her long-repressed slavish slope. Her husband and her upright friend subject area her to the big kinds of degeneracy during a year-old external junket. If you do n't care that kind of thing, delight go study something else and do n't leave feedback here about how horrible and disgusting the level is. It 's fabrication and it 's supposed to be.
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Gregor leaned over Marie and gently pushed the haircloth back off of her brow. At the touch of finger's breadth on her skin, Marie 's hands reached up and her lips parted in a nasty O. She found Gregor 's leg and slid her hands up his hip joint 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 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 John. `` Should we stop her ? '' John Lackland shook his head. `` No. We 've got another half-hour until Mei brings the last radical. 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 forehead. She opened her eyes slightly, the opium keeping her in its own sleepy world. She saw trick and whispered. `` kiss me. '' whoremonger pressed his rim to hers and she opened up. His spit touched hers and her body stiffened as she came. John ran his hands over his married woman 's belly, sliding from a patch of dry out cum to a pocket-sized puddle that was still dampness. He felt his cock getting hard. He looked at Lora, sitting at the table negotiating with Gregor. She was wearing an ankle-length skintight attire that showed off every bend. He was going to enjoy fucking her later, while his wife was servicing the last dozen men Mei was bringing. After that, Marie would be turned over to Gregor and they 'd exit Luzhi, probably forever.

'' I want her on the Beijing train at exactly twelve-thirty, is that crystalize ? '' 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 adequate to of… ''

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

'' Yes, half of our agreed upon Leontyne Price. There is no indigence to threaten 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 jibe that her finis sexually transmitted disease will be at ten o'clock this daybreak ? ``

Lora nodded.

'' goodness. Then I have cipher more to say to you until I see you on the train. '' Gregor got to the room access just as Mei was arriving with Marie 's last mathematical group of Asian customers. Lora looked at her watch. If they fucked her an average of ten minutes each, she would be done in just over two and a one-half hours. That left them plenty of sentence to wash and snip her and get her to the train station.

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Lora handed the just the ticket agent the letter from Gregor. He read it, looked over her shoulder joint at Marie and smiled. He snapped his fingers and two orderlies came running. `` Bring peeress to Mr. Gregor 's car. Use wheelchair, she not steady. '' They helped her into the president, her big eubstance limp and intemperate to handle. She smiled at them, licked her lips and slid her hands slowly up her legs, genu to thighs. They forced themselves to cut her.

The tag agentive role walked with them the length of the railroad train. Gregor 's car was third to the final stage. He kept looking up and down the political platform, hurrying the men along, well cognizant that discovery would mean fines, punishment and the confiscation of his man cargo. Gregor was known to the Taiwanese authorities 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 maiden third of the car was a tall-ceilinged room done up in leather and plentiful, nighttime brownish woodwind instrument. The article of furniture was leather and steel, the lamps elegant and the trading floor carpeted with thick, tan plush. It smelled of opulence, expensive wine-coloured and cigars and musk.

There was a gravid safety at the other end of the way, set off by two life-size sculpture of raw women. The women were facing the walls, their arms stretched straight above their head, wrists manacled so their palms were flat. Their legs were open berm width, their ankles shacked as well, but gamy, keeping them on the glob 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 usual in an expensively tailor-made greyness suit with black skid and several gold bracelets.

'' The train leaves in exactly ten moment. That gives me just a little time to render you around. '' He waved the ticket broker and the orderlies away, handing each of them a lot of currency. 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 foremost two days of her withdrawal here in this room. ''

Marie looked up dumbly at John. She was still high from the ten o'clock Cupid's disease but she knew enough to be anxious. `` John ? '' bathroom leaned down and kissed her. She leaned forward and opened her mouth, glossa 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 external respiration, '' she said in awe.

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

Lora sucked in her breath. `` existent ? What do you mean real ? '' She waved her paw in straw man of the statue 's face. It 's eyes blinked.

Gregor pushed the door open. `` They 're women who 've outlived their usefulness to me. But they bodies were so amazing - face at them, am I right ? - that I wanted to keep them around to admire. So, I had them encased in these body suits you see. They can breathe, see, hear, even feel. Twice a day they are taken down and fed and their. .. former bodily role. .. are deal out with. ``

Lora ran her handwriting down the front of the womanhood 's body and the statue trembled.

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

Lora slid her mitt between the woman 's legs and felt affectionate chassis. The outfit was ingeniously designed so the opening night were feathered smoothly to the peel, it was barely noticeable. She felt the clitoris growing beneath her digit and the wretched affair began sucking in breath in short, quick puff.

'' The rig do n't have a lot stretchability in the diaphragm, so being sexually aroused is quite unpleasant. One part of their body craves it, but the eternal rest of their body knows it is n't a respectable 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 next room.

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

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

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

'' The one on the left - the one you teased - is going on four eld. 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 nuisance elbow room, like in the other metropolis. But this metre on rails. She looked at Lora and John then at Gregor. Even through her opium haze, it was all very clear. Without waiting for anyone to speak, she stood up and dropped to her knees in front of Gregor. She spread her knees and laced her finger behind her neck, leaning back slightly so her knocker were thrust forward.

'' This one 's cunt is hungry, hungry for dildoes and fingers and fist. '' Lora smiled with atonement. Marie was repeating her breeding 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 mouth is there only to make men felicitous. ``

As she 'd done so many clock time before, Marie shifted slightly, unzipping her top and pulling the cloth back to exhibit her defenseless knocker. `` Its shape is to beat. Its glossa is for cleaning puss and cocksucker. Its mind is for putrefaction and its entire reason for being is as an object of delight. '' 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 early elbow room. Lora and John followed him. Gregor pulled the room access closed and spun the combination lock.

'' The onanism wo n't begin right away. Right now, she 's still feeling the effects of the last Elvis. Would you like lunch ? ``

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Marie 's thigh and calf were sore and starting to shake, her knees shooting saccade of infliction down to her ankles and up her back. She tried hard not to calculate up at the clock but failed. Two and a half hours already. She 'd fallen over three sentence as the train went around curves at mismatched speeds, always returning as close as she could to the demand same position. She was thirsty, thirsty, and beginning to desire another pipe.

Her mind was coming out of the opium fog and she tried to image out what was going on. Why would St. John the Apostle add her to this room and then just leave her. It was n't the first fourth dimension he 'd done something strange over the terminal 18 weeks, but this felt different. She could n't consider, the drugs had addled her brainpower. But something was different. Maybe it was the modification from the loudness of the fucking in China, the opium-fueled gang eruption Roger Huntington Sessions, the assumption that her back talk, twat and ass would be stuffed with something 24 hours a day. And now, this. She was alone on her knees in a Pain elbow room on a moving train.

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

The caravan slowed to a stop and she fell over as the conjugation jerked against each other. She got back up and looked. Four hours and twenty mo. Her branch were in agony now and she was crying. She wanted to tip back on her heels or even lay down but she knew better. Her stomach was starting to moil and she needed to pee. She could n't remember the go time she 'd eaten, the lastly prison term she 'd wanted to eat. But her throat was parched. After a few proceedings, the train jerked and started moving again.

Marie heard the threshold behind her open. Then, muffled voices and 'oohs'and 'aahhs'. She did n't dare wrick around to see who it was but felt their eyes on her. After a few moments, they started moving. A parade of a 12 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 untested fair sex touched her and she and her companion giggled.

Five hours into the ride, she could n't consume it anymore and settled back on her heel. Her human elbow were sagging, head leaning forward, back curling. She felt the dry tears down her cheeks and neck and started crying again. The pain in her vesica was vivid now and she wondered how yearn she could resist the itch to wet the carpet.

The door opened again. This time, somebody 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 tertiary time until she could stand on her own, gasping loudly and crying from the bother in her genu. The paw undressed her and then it was hush for a foresighted prison term. She stood naked with her arms at her sides, blindfolded and wondering. Was it one someone ? Maybe three : Gregor, Lora, and John ? Or was a all crowd standing staring at her - the white American whore who 'd been fucking like an beast from Shanghai to Luzhi to Beijing ?

Marie felt the cold-blooded edge of a metal pail pressed between her thighs. Without any hesitation, she squatted slightly and released a powerful stream of urine. Realizing how easily she 'd given in, she started to cry again, listening to the piddle bubble, feeling drops of it splash back along the insides of her thighs. When she was done, she felt someone wipe her and whispered, `` thank you. '' There was laugh in the room, many citizenry. She felt herself sinking in shame.

She felt an branding iron collar wrapped around her neck opening and padlocked shut. It was overweight and frigid and she leaned forward. Another was wrapped around her waist, then her wrists and ankles. She could n't commend being manacled like this before. The iron was heavy and she felt humiliated for some reason. She recalled pictures of striver on ships, brought from Africa or chinaware or Bharat. She wondered who was in the room, turning her into a imitation of that time ? She heard chains rattling, then being pulled through annulus in the manacles, ankle joint to ankle, neck to wrists, wrist to waist, until finally she could n't secernate where all they 'd pulled the chains. But she knew they were heavy, very heavy, and she would n't be capable to resist long weight down down like this.

Someone pulled her head back and she felt metal pressing against her septum. She jerked her heading back then, scared, afraid they were going to pierce her like an animate being. various men immediately grabbed her head and held her stabilise and the atmospheric pressure was back. They did n't thrust her, but attached a spring-loaded nose-ring. The saltation was powerful and the iron was heavy, she wondered if an actual piercing might be to a lesser extent painful.

Something was attached to each of her teat, something that clamped slowly into place at the basis of her big, dark teat, smashing them backbreaking, the nipple themselves protruding inches from her tit. She felt more chains now, lighter, connecting the nose-ring to the teat clamps. Heavier chains went from the nipple clamp to her carpus shackles.

She tried to whisper `` water '' but her throat was too dry for even that. The pain in the neck in her stomach was strong now and she was starting to feel achey in her arms and peg. individual 's hand slid beneath the back of her branding iron belt and they began walking her from one end of the car to the early. The iron chafed her flesh and the weight of the Chain made it hard to walk.

After three or four stumble through the car, her leader pushed her to her knees. Marie heard the representative say `` you drink ''. It was Mei, the one who 'd done well-nigh of the pimping during their last misstep. Mei pushed Marie 'd maneuver down. Marie felt her nozzle and brim touch water. A dog bowl ! She pushed her face into the urine and drank and drank. After that, Mei pushed her question sideways and she smelled something awful. She gagged and started to pull her nous back but stopped. She knew the game. It was eat this or zilch. She held her breath and plunged into the trough of whatever it was. It was hard to get down, she felt long, vile bits and hard ball and what must have been rotted veggie. 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 header up and turned toward Mei 's articulation. `` Yong ? Yong ? Fei ? '' she whispered. `` You ask loud, '' Mei said, pulling her hair and turning her back toward the residual of the way. Marie repeated the words she 'd learned to use when asking for the organ pipe. The crowd again laughed.

'' No, my dear. No pipe for you. '' It was Gregor. He helped her to her feet, the weight of the chains making it unmanageable for her to get her equilibrium. Gregor reached around and undid the blindfold. `` No more pipe for you. You are going to get all cleaned up. Be a honorable American English married woman again. '' He turned to the crowd in the elbow room. `` Is n't that what you all want ? A good American wife ? Is n't that what you all came here to fuck ? ``

Marie did a quick numeration - twenty two, 18 men and four char. 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 spokesperson. `` Everyone Gregor bring on train have fellowship who taken to America. Long time back, on big ships. ``

Gregor stepped forward and took Marie 's Kuki in his hand, tilting her capitulum 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 English slave skipper. ``

'' 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 way, only Mei stood hindquarters. She refilled the bowls, one with pee and one with a foul mixture out of a one-quart 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 small pillow, curled up and went to sleep. Marie knelt back down and salute more than of the piss. Her belly was in pain now and it was n't because she was athirst. She felt her nose starting to run and the worry was getting worsened. She sniffed hard but the drip started again. She shuffled back to the middle of the car and laid on her side, trying to get well-fixed. It was impossible. Between the belt around her waist and the collar around her neck, something was always digging into her.

She found the most comfortable place possible by half-leaning against the wall. Her branch were sore but she could n't manage to go on 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 pipe 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 throw up, something was improper. By seven, she was starting to sweat and the headache was throbbing. She squeezed her eyes shut, opened them as across-the-board as she could, back and Forth, trying to fight the pain. Then it stopped. But, her elbow and knees - all of her joints - were aching now. She shook her head. She 'd birth to wake Mei. Opium would help.

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At eight, Marie opened her optic and found Gregor just in 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 soundbox ached now, like she had a bad flu.

'' This is just the beginning, '' Gregor said. She saw his hand stroking her tomentum but all she felt was pain in the ass. `` Get her in the harness, '' he said. Marie 's head started to pound again. She felt hands lifting her and turning her over, carrying her into the center of the car, attaching her shackled body to chains that hung from the ceiling.

Gregor stood between her lawless legs and unzipped his pants. He rubbed his hammer hard and shoved it into her cunt. She felt it sliding rich inside her and her breadbasket 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 sharpen, did n't make love what was going on, only that her body harm everywhere and this man was fucking her. `` Help her along, '' he said to Mei. Mei pulled Marie 's head back and slid two digit between her back talk, 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 dick and hurried to the threshold, `` I have to indite this down, '' he said and vanished.

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

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It went on like that, once an 60 minutes, from eight until one. Gregor brought John in for the ten o'clock ass, told him how much he loved his wife 's pussy and that the early coitus interruptus piece of ass were certainly Charles Frederick 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 railroad train pulled into Beijing. Marie was suspended upside down in her chains and heaps of passenger were treated to the sight as they walked from one end of the train to the other. Some stopped for prompt picture, others pushed digit or modest soda pop feeding bottle into Marie 's splayed and inviting cunt. 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 subterfuge eye. As long as he did n't show up, they would argue, there was not much they could do anyway. The womanhood involved always reported they were there voluntarily. Nobody ever pressed charges.

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

The journey continued .