Marie 's submissive Year
week 18.3 - Wednesday, Luzhi to Beijing - beginning the head trip to Ukraine

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warning and DISCLAIMER : This tale 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 beneficial booster content her to the unfit variety of putrefaction during a year-old international jaunt. If you do n't wish that form of thing, please go read something else and do n't exit 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 hair back off of her forehead. At the tactile sensation of fingers on her skin, Marie 's hands reached up and her brim parted in a tight O. She found Gregor 's leg and slid her hands up his pelvis and across the front of his bloomers, making a bee-line for his zipper.

'' Amazing ! '' he said with a big grinning. `` 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 oral fissure and her hands slid down between her branch and she start rubbing herself. She had n't opened her centre through any of it.

Lora turned to John. `` Should we stop her ? '' John shook his question. `` No. We 've got another half-hour until Mei brings the stopping point 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 forehead. She opened her optic 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 glossa touched hers and her physical structure stiffened as she came. whoremonger ran his bridge player over his wife 's belly, sliding from a patch of dehydrated cum to a pocket-sized consortium that was still moist. He felt his cock getting hard. He looked at Lora, sitting at the mesa negotiating with Gregor. She was wearing an ankle-length skintight frock that showed off every curve. He was going to love fucking her later, while his wife was servicing the utmost 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 train at exactly twelve-thirty, is that pull in ? '' 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 capable of… ''

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

'' Yes, half of our agreed upon Mary Leontyne Price. There is no demand to peril me, Gregor, we are both profiting from this exchange, '' Lora said, struggling to keep her equanimity.

Gregor stood up and buttoned his tailored jacket. `` And we are jibe that her last dose will be at ten o'clock this dayspring ? ``

Lora nodded.

'' Good. Then I have nil more to say to you until I see you on the gearing. '' Gregor got to the threshold just as Mei was arriving with Marie 's final grouping of Asiatic customers. Lora looked at her watch. If they fucked her an average of ten min each, she would be done in just over two and a half hours. That left them muckle of clip to wash and fit out her and get her to the geartrain station.

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Lora handed the tag agent the missive from Gregor. He read it, looked over her shoulder 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 chair, her big dead body limp and intemperate to handle. She smiled at them, licked her rim and slid her hands slowly up her stage, genu to thigh. They forced themselves to discount her.

The tag factor walked with them the length of the string. Gregor 's car was one-third to the last. He kept looking up and down the program, hurrying the men along, well cognizant that discovery would mean fine, punishment and the confiscation of his human loading. Gregor was known to the Chinese administration and it would not do the be found helping him with one of his adventures.

The airlift brought the wheelchair up and they rolled her in. Gregor 's car was luxurioius. The firstly third base of the car was a tall-ceilinged room done up in leather and fat, dark brown woods. The furniture was leather and blade, the lamps elegant and the flooring carpeted with thick, tan plush. It smelled of opulence, expensive wine and cigars and musk.

There was a with child safe at the other end of the room, set off by two lifesize sculptures of naked fair sex. The women were facing the walls, their arms stretched straight above their head, wrists manacled so their thenar were flat. Their legs were exposed shoulder width, their ankles shacked as well, but in high spirits, keeping them on the globe of their feet.

'' John, you 're staring, '' Lora teased. He felt his cock stiffen just looking at them. So implicative. He pictured Marie in that side, turned to look her. She was staring too. Very intently.

At exactly twelve-thirty, Gregor entered. He was dressed as usual in an expensively trim grey cause with dark shoes and several gold bracelets.

'' The train leaves in exactly ten mo. That gives me just a little time to show you around. '' He waved the ticket agent and the orderlies away, handing each of them a stack of currency. They bowed and scraped their way out of the car.

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

Marie looked up dumbly at John. She was still high from the ten o'clock battery-acid but she knew enough to be anxious. `` King John ? '' John leaned down and kissed her. She leaned forward and opened her mouth, tongue darting out automatically but he pulled back. `` It was just a osculation, dearest. ``

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 on the big combining lock. ``

Lora sucked in her breath. `` Real ? What do you mean actual ? '' She waved her hand in presence of the statue 's face. It 's eyes blinked.

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

Lora ran her hand down the front of the char 's consistency and the statue trembled.

'' They have some cold-shoulder power to move. It makes it more occupy. ``

Lora slid her hand between the woman 's legs and felt warm soma. The getup was ingeniously designed so the openings were feathered smoothly to the skin, it was barely noticeable. She felt the clitoris growing beneath her finger and the poor affair began sucking in breath in scant, fast puff.

'' The getup do n't have very much reach in the stop, so being sexually aroused is quite unpleasant. One part of their trunk craves it, but the repose of their soundbox knows it is n't a good idea. ``

Lora withdrew her mitt and watched fascinated as the charwoman 's breath slowed back to normal. But, Lora noticed that snag were rolling down her cheeks.

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

He wheeled Marie into the next room.

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

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

'' That 's direful, '' Lora groaned.

'' The one on the left - the one you teased - is going on four days. Her physical structure 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 other cities. But this time on rails. She looked at Lora and lav 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 knee joint and laced her finger's breadth behind her neck, leaning back slightly so her breast were thrust forward.

'' This one 's slit is hungry, hungry for dildoes and fingers and clenched fist. '' Lora smiled with expiation. Marie was repeating her training litany without even being asked. `` It 's pussy is for abuse. And its asshole and rectum are for fucking. Its anus is for sucking tool and its mouth is there only to take a crap men glad. ``

As she 'd done so many time before, Marie shifted slightly, unzipping her top and pulling the stuff back to expose her naked tits. `` Its physique is to beat. Its knife is for cleaning snatch and cocksucker. Its judgement is for depravation and its entire understanding for being is as an object of joy. '' She raised her eyes and looked directly at Gregor. `` You may use me any way you like. ``

'' hitch like that, '' he said calmly, then turned and walked back into the other room. Lora and John the Divine followed him. Gregor pulled the door closed and spun the compounding lock.

'' The withdrawal wo n't begin right away. Right now, she 's still feeling the issue of the concluding Lucy in the sky with diamonds. Would you like lunch ? ``

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Marie 's thighs and calfskin were sore and starting to shake, her knees shooting jounce of pain down to her ankles and up her binding. 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 breaking ball at odd f number, always returning as close as she could to the exact same place. She was athirst, thirsty, and beginning to desire another pipe.

Her mind was coming out of the opium haze 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 offset prison term he 'd done something strange over the last 18 weeks, but this felt unlike. She could n't suppose, the drugs had addled her brain. But something was different. Maybe it was the variety from the intensity of the ass in Communist China, the opium-fueled gang bang sessions, the assumption that her oral fissure, cunt and ass would be stuffed with something 24 hours a day. And now, this. She was alone on her human knee in a painful sensation way on a moving train.

And the motive 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 minute of arc. Her leg were in agony 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 moil and she needed to pee. She could n't remember the last clip she 'd eaten, the last clock time she 'd wanted to eat. But her throat was parched. After a few minutes, the power train jerked and started moving again.

Marie heard the door behind her unfastened. Then, muffled interpreter and 'oohs'and 'aahhs'. She did n't dare move around around to see who it was but felt their center on her. After a few moments, they started moving. A parade of a dozen men and char went by, looking down at her as they passed, then vanishing through the door at the far end of the car. One of the youthful women touched her and she and her associate giggled.

Five hours into the ride, she could n't lease it anymore and settled back on her dog. Her elbows were sagging, drumhead leaning forward, spine curling. She felt the dried split down her impertinence and neck opening and started crying again. The botheration in her bladder was vivid now and she wondered how long she could resist the impulse to wet the carpet.

The room access opened again. This fourth dimension, someone came up behind her and wrapped a blindfold around her eyes. Hands underneath her weaponry raised her to standing but she collapsed immediately. They lifted her up again, then a third sentence until she could stand on her own, gasping loudly and crying from the pain in her knees. The men undressed her and then it was quiet for a long time. She stood naked with her arms at her sides, blindfolded and wondering. Was it one person ? Maybe three : Gregor, Lora, and John ? Or was a whole crew standing staring at her - the T. H. White American language 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 second joint. Without any hesitation, 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 drop curtain of it splash back along the inside of her thigh. When she was done, she felt someone rub her and whispered, `` thank you. '' There was laughter in the elbow room, many people. She felt herself sinking in shame.

She felt an iron collar wrapped around her neck and padlocked shut. It was heavy and cold-blooded and she leaned forward. Another was wrapped around her shank, then her wrist and ankles. She could n't recall being manacled like this before. The smoothing iron was profound and she felt humiliated for some reason. She recalled characterisation of slaves on ships, brought from Africa or Taiwan or Republic of India. She wondered who was in the room, turning her into a imitation of that fourth dimension ? She heard Chain rattling, then being pulled through gang in the manacles, ankle to ankle, cervix to wrists, wrists to waist, until finally she could n't tell where all they 'd pulled the mountain range. But she knew they were backbreaking, very labored, and she would n't be capable to digest long angle down like this.

mortal pulled her school principal back and she felt alloy pressure against her septum. She jerked her head back then, scared, afraid they were going to pierce her like an animal. various men immediately grabbed her head and held her steady and the insistency was back. They did n't pierce her, but attached a spring-loaded nose-ring. The saltation was powerful and the iron was overweight, she wondered if an actual piercing might be lupus erythematosus painful.

Something was attached to each of her mammilla, something that clamped slowly into stead at the understructure of her big, dark-skinned tit, smashing them hard, the mamilla themselves protruding inch from her tit. She felt more concatenation now, lighter, connecting the nose-ring to the nipple clamps. Heavier chains went from the mammilla clamp to her wrist joint shackles.

She tried to whisper `` water system '' but her throat was too dry for even that. The pain in her tummy was stiff now and she was starting to feel achey in her arms and legs. Someone 's hand slid beneath the back of her iron belt and they began walking her from one end of the car to the other. The iron chafed her material body and the weight of the Chain made it gruelling to walk.

After three or four trips through the car, her drawing card pushed her to her stifle. Marie heard the voice say `` you drink ''. It was Mei, the one who 'd done most of the pimping during their lastly head trip. Mei pushed Marie 'd channelize down. Marie felt her olfactory organ and lips hint water. 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 perpetrate her head back but stopped. She knew the plot. It was eat this or aught. She held her breathing spell and plunged into the pipe bowl of whatever it was. It was backbreaking to get down, she felt long, slimy bits and hard ball and what must have been stinky 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 head up and turned toward Mei 's vox. `` Yong ? Yong ? Fei ? '' she whispered. `` You ask flash, '' Mei said, pulling her hair and turning her back toward the quietus of the elbow room. Marie repeated the words she 'd learned to use when asking for the pipe. The crew again laughed.

'' No, my lamb. No tube for you. '' It was Gregor. He helped her to her feet, the weight of the chains making it difficult for her to get her Libra the Scales. Gregor reached around and undid the blindfold. `` No more pipage for you. You are going to get all cleaned up. Be a good American wife again. '' He turned to the crew in the room. `` Is n't that what you all want ? A well American wife ? Is n't that what you all came here to fuck ? ``

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

'' I tell you about Chain now, '' Mei said in a tour-guide kind of part. `` Everyone Gregor bring on geartrain have syndicate who taken to U.S.A.. Long time 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 feature a little company with you. You will be the standpoint in for the American slave master. ``

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

'' Oh, nothing will go on for another day or so. You have something else to worry about right now. '' Marie stared at him, his big grinning was terrifying. He motioned to the others and they filed out of the way, only Mei stood behind. She refilled the bowls, one with water and one with a foul mixture out of a one-quart bottle. Marie watched the airfoil of the roll. Something was moving underneath the blockheaded 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 more of the water supply. Her breadbasket was in pain now and it was n't because she was hungry. She felt her nose starting to run and the headache was getting worse. She sniffed hard but the drip started again. She shuffled back to the midriff of the car and laid on her side, trying to get comfortable. It was impossible. Between the belt ammunition around her waist and the collar around her cervix, something was always digging into her.

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

Marie looked up at the clock. Six-thirty. Her torso would n't stay still. She needed another bowl of opium, that would do it. Maybe she could entice Mei to fetch her some. But Mei was asleep. If she woke her, she 'd be raging. So, she waited. Six-forty. Six-fifty. Marie felt like she wanted to hold up, something was untimely. By seven, she was starting to perspire and the headache was throbbing. She squeezed her optic shut, opened them as wide-cut as she could, back and Forth, trying to contend the pain. Then it stopped. But, her elbows and knees - all of her joints - were aching now. She shook her point. She 'd sustain to arouse 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 consistency ached now, like she had a bad flu.

'' This is just the outset, '' 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 sign again. She felt hands lifting her and turning her over, carrying her into the center of the car, attaching her shackled physical structure to chains that hung from the ceiling.

Gregor stood between her wide-open leg and unzipped his pants. He rubbed his cock hard and shoved it into her snatch. She felt it sliding deeper inside her and her tummy churned and spasmed. As he fucked her, she leaned her head back and dry-heaved several times.

'' Ah, yes ! You squeeze your pussy when you do that, do it again, '' Gregor moaned. Marie could n't focalise, did n't fuck what was going on, only that her soundbox hurt 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 brim, pushing them deep into the spine of her throat, gagging her. Marie retched again and Gregor grunted his appreciation.

When he came, he pulled out his turncock 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 system 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 nooky, told him how much he loved his wife 's kitty and that the early secession 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 good morning, the train pulled into Beijing. 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 quick photos, others pushed finger's breadth or lowly soda water 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 unreasoning eye. As long as he did n't render up, they would reason, there was not much they could do anyway. The cleaning lady involved always reported they were there voluntarily. cypher ever pressed charges.

At two o'clock exactly, the train pulled out of Beijing place.

The journey continued .