Marie 's Submissive year
Week 18.3 - Wednesday, Luzhi to Beijing - beginning the trip to Ukraine

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WARNING and disavowal : This tale outlines the travels of a middle-aged married woman who decided to spent a year exploring her long-repressed submissive side. Her husband and her best Quaker national her to the pip sort of depravities during a year-old International outing. If you do n't wish that kind of thing, delight go study 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 os frontale. At the sense of touch of finger on her skin, Marie 's helping hand reached up and her sass parted in a tight O. She found Gregor 's leg and slid her hands up his rosehip and across the social movement of his pants, making a bee-line for his zipper.

'' Amazing ! '' he said with a big smile. `` She does it completely by inherent aptitude now, does n't she ? '' He brushed her handwriting away and stepped back from the bed. Marie closed her oral fissure and her script slid down between her legs and she start rubbing herself. She had n't opened her eyes through any of it.

Lora turned to John. `` Should we halt her ? '' lavatory shook his head. `` No. We 've got another half-hour until Mei brings the last group. Let 's let her delight herself a short 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 universe. She saw Gospel According to John and whispered. `` Kiss me. '' trick pressed his sass to hers and she opened up. His clapper touched hers and her trunk stiffened as she came. bathroom ran his hands over his married woman 's belly, sliding from a fleck of desiccated cum to a small pool that was still dampen. He felt his putz getting hard. He looked at Lora, sitting at the table negotiating with Gregor. She was wearing an ankle-length skintight dress that showed off every curved shape. He was going to enjoy fucking her later, while his married woman was servicing the hold up twelve 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 Peiping 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 assure a ten minute window. ``

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

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

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

Gregor stood up and buttoned his tailor-make jacket. `` And we are agreed that her last Cupid's itch will be at ten o'clock this dawn ? ``

Lora nodded.

'' Good. Then I have nothing more 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 group of Asian customer. Lora looked at her vigil. If they fucked her an average of ten moment each, she would be done in just over two and a half hour. That left them plenty of metre to wash and dress her and get her to the string station.

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Lora handed the ticket agent the alphabetic character from Gregor. He read it, looked over her shoulder at Marie and smiled. He snapped his finger's breadth and two orderlies came running. `` Bring peeress to Mr. Gregor 's car. Use wheelchair, she not stabilize. '' They helped her into the chair, her big consistency limp and severely to manage. She smiled at them, licked her brim and slid her script slowly up her legs, articulatio genus to thighs. They forced themselves to dismiss her.

The tag agent walked with them the length of the train. Gregor 's car was tertiary to the stopping point. He kept looking up and down the chopine, hurrying the men along, well mindful that breakthrough would mean fines, penalty and the confiscation of his human lading. Gregor was known to the Chinese administration 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 showtime third base of the car was a tall-ceilinged room done up in leather and rich, dark brown wood. The piece of 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 safe at the other end of the room, set off by two life-sized sculpture of naked women. The adult female were facing the paries, their implements of war stretched straight above their head, wrists manacled so their medallion were flavourless. Their peg were outdoors shoulder width, their mortise joint shacked as well, but higher, keeping them on the balls 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 military position, turned to expect her. She was staring too. Very intently.

At exactly twelve-thirty, Gregor entered. He was dressed as common in an expensively tailor grey suit with black shoes and various gold bracelets.

'' The string leaves in exactly ten minutes. That gives me just a little prison term to show you around. '' He waved the ticket agent and the hospital attendant away, handing each of them a push-down list of up-to-dateness. They bowed and scraped their way out of the car.

Gregor wheeled Marie across the room. He looked at bathroom. `` Your married woman will spend the get-go two 24-hour interval of her secession here in this room. ''

Marie looked up dumbly at John the Evangelist. She was still senior high school from the ten o'clock dose but she knew enough to be anxious. `` John ? '' John leaned down and kissed her. She leaned forward and opened her mouth, lingua 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 combination ignition lock. ``

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

Gregor pushed the door outdoors. `` They 're womanhood who 've outlived their usefulness to me. But they bodies were so bewilder - look at them, am I right ? - that I wanted to celebrate them around to admire. So, I had them encased in these body suits you see. They can rest, see, pick up, even feel. Twice a day they are taken down and fed and their. .. other bodily function. .. are administer with. ``

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

'' They have some slight power to move. It makes it more concern. ``

Lora slid her hand between the cleaning woman 's legs and felt warm soma. The outfit was ingeniously designed so the openings were feathered smoothly to the tegument, it was barely detectable. She felt the clitoris growing beneath her finger's breadth and the poor thing began sucking in breath in short, quick puff.

'' The outfits do n't have much stretching in the diaphragm, so being sexually aroused is quite unpleasant. One part of their body craves it, but the rest of their body knows it is n't a salutary idea. ``

Lora withdrew her manus and watched fascinated as the woman 's breathing spell slowed back to normal. But, Lora noticed that binge were rolling down her cheeks.

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

He wheeled Marie into the succeeding room.

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

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

'' That 's severe, '' Lora groaned.

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

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Marie recognized the way immediately - it was a infliction Room, like in the former city. But this time on rails. She looked at Lora and King John then at Gregor. Even through her opium daze, it was all very crystalise. Without waiting for anyone to speak, she stood up and dropped to her articulatio genus in front line of Gregor. She spread her genu and laced her fingers behind her cervix, leaning back slightly so her titties were thrust forward.

'' This one 's bitch is hungry, thirsty for dildoes and finger and fists. '' Lora smiled with atonement. Marie was repeating her grooming Litany without even being asked. `` It 's puss is for vilification. And its asshole and rectum are for fucking. Its anus is for sucking cock and its mouth is there only to realize men happy. ``

As she 'd done so many metre before, Marie shifted slightly, unzipping her top and pulling the material back to discover her raw tits. `` Its flesh is to drum. Its clapper is for cleaning cunts and assholes. Its brain is for depravity and its full grounds for being is as an physical object of joy. '' She raised her middle 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 way. Lora and John the Divine followed him. Gregor pulled the room access closed and spun the combination lock.

'' The withdrawal wo n't get right away. Right now, she 's still feeling the effects of the last window pane. Would you like lunch ? ``

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Marie 's thighs and calves were sore and starting to shake, her knees shooting jar of pain down to her mortise joint and up her back. 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 curves at uneven hurrying, always returning as close as she could to the exact Saami locating. She was hungry, thirsty, and beginning to want another pipe.

Her mind was coming out of the opium fog and she tried to see out what was going on. Why would john take her to this way and then just entrust her. It was n't the first clock 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 brain. But something was different. Maybe it was the alteration from the intensity of the ass in China, the opium-fueled crowd smash school term, the assumption that her lip, cunt and ass would be stuffed with something 24 60 minutes a day. And now, this. She was alone on her articulatio genus in a nuisance elbow room on a moving train.

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

The train slowed to a block and she fell over as the yoke jerked against each early. She got back up and looked. Four minute and twenty bit. Her pegleg were in agony now and she was crying. She wanted to lean back on her dog or even lay down but she knew better. Her stomach was starting to churn and she needed to pee. She could n't call up the last time she 'd eaten, the last time she 'd wanted to eat. But her throat was parched. After a few bit, the gear jerked and started moving again.

Marie heard the door behind her subject. Then, muffled voices and 'oohs'and 'aahhs'. She did n't make bold plow around to see who it was but felt their eyes on her. After a few moments, they started moving. A parade of a dozen 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 women touched her and she and her fellow traveller giggled.

Five hours into the drive, she could n't film it anymore and settled back on her cad. Her elbows were sagging, pass leaning forward, spine curling. She felt the dry split down her cheeks and neck and started crying again. The pain in her bladder was acute now and she wondered how long she could resist the impulse to wet the carpet.

The room access opened again. This clock time, mortal came up behind her and wrapped a blindfold around her centre. Hands underneath her branch raised her to standing but she collapsed immediately. They lifted her up again, then a 3rd prison term until she could brook on her own, gasping loudly and crying from the nuisance in her human knee. The hands undressed her and then it was still for a retentive clock time. She stood defenseless with her munition at her sides, blindfolded and wondering. Was it one person ? Maybe three : Gregor, Lora, and lav ? Or was a whole 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 second joint. Without any hesitancy, she squatted slightly and released a knock-down watercourse of piss. Realizing how easily she 'd given in, she started to cry again, listening to the peeing bubble, feeling drops of it splash back along the insides of her thighs. When she was done, she felt individual wipe her and whispered, `` thank you. '' There was laughter in the elbow room, many mass. She felt herself sinking in shame.

She felt an iron collar wrapped around her neck opening and padlocked shut. It was hard and common cold and she leaned forward. Another was wrapped around her shank, then her wrists and articulatio talocruralis. She could n't remember being manacled like this before. The iron was sullen and she felt humiliated for some reason. She recalled pictures of slave on ships, brought from Africa or Taiwan or India. She wondered who was in the room, turning her into a caricature of that time ? She heard chains rattling, then being pulled through pack in the handlock, ankle to ankle, neck opening to wrist, carpus to waist, until finally she could n't state where all they 'd commit the Ernst Boris Chain. But she knew they were sonorous, very laboured, and she would n't be able to suffer long burden down like this.

Someone pulled her head back and she felt metal press against her septum. She jerked her foreland back then, scared, afraid they were going to pierce her like an animal. various bridge player immediately grabbed her head and held her unfaltering 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 grueling, she wondered if an actual piercing might be LE painful.

Something was attached to each of her nipples, something that clamped slowly into lieu at the base of her big, dark nipples, smashing them hard, the tit themselves protruding column inch from her tit. She felt more chains now, scant, connecting the nose-ring to the nipple clamp. Heavier chains went from the mammilla clamp to her radiocarpal joint shackles.

She tried to whisper `` urine '' but her throat was too dry for even that. The pain in her stomach was strong now and she was starting to feel achey in her branch and branch. Someone 's mitt slid beneath the back 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 system of weights of the mountain chain made it severe to take the air.

After three or four trips through the car, her leader pushed her to her knees. Marie heard the spokesperson say `` you drink ''. It was Mei, the one who 'd done about of the pimping during their last trip. Mei pushed Marie 'd head down. Marie felt her nose and sass touch 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 head back but stopped. She knew the biz. It was eat this or nothing. She held her breathing space and plunged into the bowl of whatever it was. It was hard to get down, she felt long, slimy chip and hard lump and what must have been lousy veggie. She told herself that as long as she held her hint, she could get through it, but when something she took into her rima oris started moving, she puked it all back up.

war cry again, she lifted her drumhead up and turned toward Mei 's voice. `` Yong ? Yong ? Fei ? '' she whispered. `` You ask louder, '' Mei said, pulling her pilus and turning her back toward the rest of the way. Marie repeated the words she 'd learned to use when asking for the pipe. The crowd again laughed.

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

Marie did a quick count - twenty two, 18 men and four women. Only about half of them Asiatic, the others Indian or Pakistani. All shabbily dressed, all staring and laughing.

'' I tell you about chains now, '' Mei said in a tour-guide sort of vocalization. `` Everyone Gregor bring on train have family line who taken to the States. Long time back, on big ships. ``

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

'' And I have invited them to have a small political party with you. You will be the stand in for the American hard worker professional. ``

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

'' Oh, nothing will occur for another day or so. You have something else to concern 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 behind. She refilled the bowls, one with water and one with a disgusting potpourri out of a one-quart bottle. Marie watched the surface of the pipe bowl. Something was moving underneath the loggerheaded 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 drank more of the water supply. Her stomach was in botheration now and it was n't because she was hungry. She felt her nose starting to run and the headache 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 impossible. Between the belt around her waist and the collar around her neck, something was always digging into her.

She found the most comfortable billet possible by half-leaning against the wall. Her leg were sore but she could n't make do to keep them still. She tried to sleep but the headache 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 entice 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 switch up, something was faulty. By seven, she was starting to sweat and the concern was throbbing. She squeezed her eyes shut, opened them as wide as she could, back and Forth, trying to fight the botheration. Then it stopped. But, her elbows and knee - all of her junction - were aching now. She shook her head. 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, iniquity grinning on his face.

'' H..horrible, '' Marie stammered. It was unfeigned. Every character of her body ached now, like she had a bad flu.

'' This is just the commencement, '' Gregor said. She saw his bridge player stroking her hair but all she felt was botheration. `` Get her in the harness, '' he said. Marie 's head started to pounding again. She felt deal lifting her and turning her over, carrying her into the middle of the car, attaching her pinion consistence to chain that hung from the ceiling.

Gregor stood between her wide-open peg and unzipped his knickers. He rubbed his turncock 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 pussy when you do that, do it again, '' Gregor moaned. Marie could n't focus, did n't know what was going on, only that her eubstance hurt everywhere and this man was fucking her. `` Help her along, '' he said to Mei. Mei pulled Marie 's headland back and slid two fingerbreadth 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 cock 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 body of water again. ``

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

Just before two in the morning, the power train pulled into Beijing. Marie was suspended upside down in her chains and dozens of passengers were treated to the peck as they walked from one end of the train to the other. Some stopped for prompt pic, others pushed finger's breadth or small tonic bottleful into Marie 's splayed and inviting puss. Gregor was nowhere to be seen. The authorities were sure it was his car and his display but they 'd been paid to turn a screen eye. As long as he did n't show up, they would argue, there was not much they could do anyway. The women involved always reported they were there voluntarily. nobody ever pressed charges.

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

The journey continued .