Marie 's submissive year
hebdomad 18.3 - Wednesday, Luzhi to Peiping - beginning the trip to Ukraine

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WARNING and disclaimer : This account outlines the traveling of a middle-aged married woman who decided to spent a twelvemonth exploring her long-repressed slavish side. Her husband and her best friend subject her to the worst kinds of depravation during a year-old outside junket. If you do n't like that kind of thing, please go translate something else and do n't leave feedback here about how horrible and disgusting the floor is. It 's fabrication and it 's supposed to be.
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Gregor leaned over Marie and gently pushed the hair back off of her frontal bone. At the touch of finger's breadth on her peel, Marie 's handwriting reached up and her sassing parted in a tight O. She found Gregor 's leg and slid her hands up his hips and across the battlefront of his gasp, 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 oral cavity and her script slid down between her legs and she start rubbing herself. She had n't opened her eye through any of it.

Lora turned to John the Evangelist. `` Should we terminate her ? '' John shook his question. `` No. We 've got another half-hour until Mei brings the stopping point radical. Let 's let her delight 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 John and whispered. `` Kiss me. '' John Lackland pressed his lips to hers and she opened up. His tongue touched hers and her soundbox stiffened as she came. John ran his hands over his wife 's belly, sliding from a maculation of dried cum to a small pool that was still weaken. He felt his cock getting hard. He looked at Lora, sitting at the mesa negotiating with Gregor. She was wearing an ankle-length skintight wearing apparel 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 Peiping power train at exactly twelve-thirty, is that exonerate ? '' Gregor said to Lora. `` I 've paid them off and paid them well but they can only predict a ten minute 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 thousand Euro 's transcription things. And you have the ten thousand US dollars repository. ``

'' Yes, one-half of our agreed upon Mary Leontyne Price. There is no motive to threaten me, Gregor, we are both profiting from this substitution, '' Lora said, struggling to keep her composure.

Gregor stood up and buttoned his sew jacket. `` And we are harmonise that her last Elvis will be at ten o'clock this cockcrow ? ``

Lora nodded.

'' goodness. 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 client. 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 time to wash and dress her and get her to the power train station.

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Lora handed the slate agent the letter from Gregor. He read it, looked over her shoulder at Marie and smiled. He snapped his fingers and two hospital attendant came running. `` Bring lady to Mr. Gregor 's car. Use wheelchair, she not steady. '' They helped her into the chairwoman, her big consistence limp and heavily to handle. She smiled at them, licked her back talk and slid her paw slowly up her legs, human knee to thighs. They forced themselves to neglect her.

The ticket factor walked with them the length of the caravan. Gregor 's car was thirdly to the live. He kept looking up and down the platform, hurrying the men along, well mindful that discovery would think of fines, punishment and the arrogation of his human shipment. Gregor was known to the Chinese government and it would not do the be found helping him with one of his adventures.

The facelift 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 rich, dark brown wood. The furniture was leather and sword, the lamps elegant and the floor carpeted with thick, tan plush. It smelled of luxury, 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 raw women. The fair sex were facing the walls, their arms stretched straight above their head, wrists manacled so their palms were flat. Their stage were outdoors shoulder width, their ankle joint shacked as well, but higher, keeping them on the nut of their feet.

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

At exactly twelve-thirty, Gregor entered. He was dressed as common in an expensively tailored grey causa with black shoe and several Au bracelets.

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

Gregor wheeled Marie across the room. He looked at Gospel According to John. `` Your wife will spend the first two Day of her secession here in this room. ''

Marie looked up dumbly at trick. She was still high from the ten o'clock battery-acid but she knew enough to be anxious. `` 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 kiss, lamb. ``

Lora was leaning closer, looking at one of the statues. `` It 's external respiration, '' she said in awe.

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

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

Gregor pushed the room access opened. `` They 're women who 've outlived their usefulness to me. But they organic structure 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 organic structure suits you see. They can breathe, see, pick up, even feel. Twice a day they are taken down and fed and their. .. other corporal functions. .. are manage with. ``

Lora ran her handwriting down the social movement of the woman 's body and the statue trembled.

'' They have some slight ability to go. It makes it more interesting. ``

Lora slid her mitt between the cleaning lady 's legs and felt warm flesh. The kit was ingeniously designed so the opening were feathered smoothly to the pelt, it was barely noticeable. She felt the button growing beneath her finger and the poor thing began sucking in breath in scant, promptly puff.

'' The getup do n't get much stretch in the contraceptive diaphragm, so being sexually aroused is quite unpleasant. One theatrical role of their body craves it, but the rest of their soundbox knows it is n't a good idea. ``

Lora withdrew her hand and watched fascinated as the woman 's breathing time 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 following room.

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

'' The one on the right, eight months. ``

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

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

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Marie recognized the way immediately - it was a painfulness Room, like in the early cities. But this time on rails. She looked at Lora and John then at Gregor. Even through her opium fog, it was all very net. Without waiting for anyone to mouth, she stood up and dropped to her articulatio genus in front of Gregor. She spread her knees and laced her digit behind her neck, leaning back slightly so her titties were thrust forward.

'' This one 's cunt is hungry, thirsty for dildoes and finger and fist. '' Lora smiled with satisfaction. Marie was repeating her education litany without even being asked. `` It 's cunt is for abuse. And its SOB and rectum are for fucking. Its anus is for sucking putz and its lip is there only to have men happy. ``

As she 'd done so many multiplication before, Marie shifted slightly, unzipping her top and pulling the material back to expose her naked boob. `` Its flesh is to outsmart. Its natural language is for cleaning cunts and son of a bitch. Its mind is for depravity and its entire reason for being is as an object of pleasure. '' She raised her eyes and looked directly at Gregor. `` You may use me any way you like. ``

'' check like that, '' he said calmly, then turned and walked back into the early room. Lora and John followed him. Gregor pulled the threshold closed and spun the combining lock.

'' The secession wo n't begin right away. Right now, she 's still feeling the impression of the finish venereal disease. Would you like dejeuner ? ``

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Marie 's second joint and sura were sore and starting to shake off, her knees shooting jolts of painful sensation down to her articulatio talocruralis and up her rachis. She tried hard not to await up at the clock but failed. Two and a half hours already. She 'd fallen over three sentence as the power train went around curve at uneven hurrying, always returning as close as she could to the exact same position. She was athirst, thirsty, and beginning to require another pipe.

Her mind was coming out of the opium fog 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 firstly time he 'd done something strange over the last 18 week, but this felt unlike. She could n't think, the drugs had addled her head. But something was different. Maybe it was the change from the intensity of the ass in China, the opium-fueled gang rush sessions, the premiss that her mouth, cunt and ass would be stuffed with something 24 hour a day. And now, this. She was alone on her knees in a Pain Room on a moving train.

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

The gearing slowed to a stop and she fell over as the mating jerked against each other. She got back up and looked. Four 60 minutes and twenty minutes. Her legs were in torture now and she was crying. She wanted to slant back on her heels or even lay down but she knew better. Her abdomen was starting to churn and she needed to pee. She could n't remember the last time she 'd feed, the net prison term she 'd wanted to eat. But her throat was parched. After a few min, the train jerked and started moving again.

Marie heard the door behind her capable. Then, muffled voices and 'oohs'and 'aahhs'. She did n't dare turn around to see who it was but felt their centre on her. After a few bit, they started moving. A parade of a dozen men and cleaning woman 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 womanhood touched her and she and her companion giggled.

basketball team time of day into the drive, she could n't direct it anymore and settled back on her heel. Her elbows were sagging, head leaning forward, spine curling. She felt the dry out tears down her impertinence and neck and started crying again. The hurting in her bladder was intense now and she wondered how long she could balk the urge to wet the carpet.

The threshold opened again. This time, soul came up behind her and wrapped a blindfold around her oculus. Hands underneath her branch raised her to standing but she collapsed immediately. They lifted her up again, then a third gear time until she could stand on her own, gasping loudly and crying from the pain in the neck in her articulatio genus. The hands undressed her and then it was quiet for a farsighted time. She stood bare with her arms at her incline, blindfolded and wondering. Was it one person ? Maybe three : Gregor, Lora, and John ? Or was a whole bunch standing staring at her - the White River American whore who 'd been fucking like an brute 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 herculean stream of water. Realizing how easily she 'd given in, she started to cry again, listening to the piddle bubble, feeling cliff of it splash back along the insides of her thigh. When she was done, she felt individual wipe her and whispered, `` thank you. '' There was laugh in the elbow room, many people. She felt herself sinking in shame.

She felt an Fe leash wrapped around her neck opening and padlocked shut. It was ponderous and frigid and she leaned forward. Another was wrapped around her shank, then her articulatio radiocarpea and ankles. She could n't remember being manacled like this before. The iron was lumbering and she felt humiliated for some reason. She recalled pictures of slaves on ships, brought from Africa or People's Republic of China or India. She wondered who was in the room, turning her into a caricature of that clock time ? She heard range rattling, then being pulled through rings in the cuff, ankle to ankle, neck to carpus, carpus to waist, until finally she could n't tell where all they 'd tear the chains. But she knew they were heavy, very heavy, and she would n't be able to stand long burden down like this.

somebody pulled her head back and she felt metal pressure against her septum. She jerked her promontory back then, scared, afraid they were going to pierce her like an animal. Several bridge player immediately grabbed her head and held her steady and the pressure was back. They did n't pierce her, but attached a spring-loaded nose-ring. The give was mightily and the iron was heavy, she wondered if an factual piercing might be less painful.

Something was attached to each of her nipples, something that clamped slowly into home at the base of her big, dark nipples, smashing them gruelling, the mammilla themselves protruding column inch from her titties. She felt more chains now, unaccented, connecting the nose-ring to the pap clamps. Heavier chains went from the mamilla clamp to her wrist shackles.

She tried to whisper `` water '' but her pharynx was too dry for even that. The pain in her venter was hard now and she was starting to feel achey in her arms and pegleg. individual 's hand slid beneath the binding of her iron whack and they began walking her from one end of the car to the former. The iron chafed her flesh and the weight of the chains made it hard to walk.

After three or four tripper through the car, her leader pushed her to her human knee. Marie heard the voice say `` you drink ''. It was Mei, the one who 'd done most of the pimping during their last head trip. Mei pushed Marie 'd maneuver down. Marie felt her nose and lips rival water. A dog bowl ! She pushed her face into the water and drank and drank. After that, Mei pushed her nous sideways and she smelled something awful. She gagged and started to pull her foreland back but stopped. She knew the game. It was eat this or nix. She held her breath and plunged into the pipe bowl of whatever it was. It was hard to get down, she felt long, slimy bits and gruelling ball and what must have been stinky 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.

watchword again, she lifted her head up and turned toward Mei 's voice. `` Yong ? Yong ? Fei ? '' she whispered. `` You ask gaudy, '' Mei said, pulling her haircloth and turning her back toward the residuum of the room. Marie repeated the words she 'd learned to use when asking for the organ pipe. The gang again laughed.

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

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

'' I tell you about range now, '' Mei said in a tour-guide form of voice. `` Everyone Gregor bring on gearing have family who taken to U.S.A.. Long sentence back, on big ships. ``

Gregor stepped forward and took Marie 's Kuki-Chin in his hired man, tilting her head back. She felt dizzy and nearly fell over. She was getting a headache.

'' And I have invited them to have a lilliputian company with you. You will be the tie-up in for the American English slave passe-partout. ``

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

'' Oh, aught will encounter 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 room, only Mei stood rear. She refilled the bowls, one with water and one with a foul mixture 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 sleep. Marie knelt back down and drank more of the water. Her tummy was in pain sensation now and it was n't because she was athirst. She felt her nose starting to run and the headache was getting high-risk. 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 waistline and the taking into custody around her cervix, something was always digging into her.

She found the most well-situated office potential by half-leaning against the rampart. Her legs were sore but she could n't do to hold back them still. She tried to sleep but the head ache 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 tempt Mei to play 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 flip up, something was wrong. By seven, she was starting to sweat and the headache was throbbing. She squeezed her center shut, opened them as broad as she could, back and Forth River, trying to fight the pain. Then it stopped. But, her elbows and knee joint - all of her joint - were aching now. She shook her straits. She 'd consume to wake Mei. Opium would help.

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At eight, Marie opened her center and found Gregor just inches from her face.

'' How are we feeling ? '' he whispered, a big, malevolent smiling on his face.

'' H..horrible, '' Marie stammered. It was dead on target. Every part of her body ached now, like she had a bad flu.

'' This is just the beginning, '' Gregor said. She saw his script stroking her hair but all she felt was bother. `` Get her in the harness, '' he said. Marie 's headway started to pound again. She felt workforce lifting her and turning her over, carrying her into the middle of the car, attaching her shackled body to mountain range that hung from the ceiling.

Gregor stood between her wide-open legs and unzipped his trouser. He rubbed his cock hard and shoved it into her cunt. She felt it sliding deeper inside her and her abdomen churned and spasmed. As he fucked her, she leaned her fountainhead 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 focus, did n't know what was going on, only that her body damage everywhere and this man was fucking her. `` Help her along, '' he said to Mei. Mei pulled Marie 's headway back and slid two fingers between her sassing, pushing them deep into the vertebral column of her throat, gagging her. Marie retched again and Gregor grunted his appreciation.

When he came, he pulled out his stopcock 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 water again. ``

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

Just before two in the morning, the gear pulled into capital of Red China. Marie was suspended upside down in her string and tons of rider were treated to the passel as they walked from one end of the train to the other. Some stopped for prompt photo, others pushed fingers or modest soda bottle into Marie 's splayed and inviting cunt. Gregor was nowhere to be seen. The potency were sealed it was his car and his display but they 'd been paid to turn a blind eye. As long as he did n't show up, they would argue, there was not much they could do anyway. The charwoman involved always reported they were there voluntarily. Nobody ever pressed charges.

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

The journey continued .