Marie 's Submissive Year
Week 18.3 - Wednesday, Luzhi to Beijing - beginning the tripper to Ukraine

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WARNING and DISCLAIMER : This story outlines the travel of a middle-aged married woman who decided to spent a year exploring her long-repressed subservient side. Her husband and her best admirer discipline her to the spoiled kind of depravities during a year-old International sashay. If you do n't like that kind of affair, delight go register something else and do n't forget feedback here about how horrible and disgusting the history 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 touch of fingers on her skin, Marie 's hands reached up and her lips parted in a tight O. She found Gregor 's leg and slid her manus up his hips 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 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 eyes through any of it.

Lora turned to bathroom. `` Should we discontinue her ? '' John shook his principal. `` No. We 've got another half-hour until Mei brings the last mathematical group. Let 's let her enjoy herself a minuscule bit. '' He got up and walked over to the dirty bed, leaned forward and kissed his wife 's os frontale. She opened her eyes slightly, the opium keeping her in its own sleepy world. She saw John and whispered. `` candy kiss me. '' John pressed his rim to hers and she opened up. His tongue touched hers and her eubstance stiffened as she came. John ran his hands over his wife 's belly, sliding from a dapple of dried cum to a small pond that was still dampness. He felt his putz getting hard. He looked at Lora, sitting at the mesa negotiating with Gregor. She was wearing an ankle-length skintight dress that showed off every curvature. 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 depart Luzhi, probably forever.

'' I want her on the Beijing train at exactly twelve-thirty, is that assoil ? '' Gregor said to Lora. `` I 've paid them off and paid them well but they can only promise a ten arcminute window. ``

'' I understand. I am fully open 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 do things. And you have the ten thousand US dollars deposit. ``

'' Yes, one-half of our agreed upon damage. There is no need to peril me, Gregor, we are both profiting from this substitution, '' Lora said, struggling to hold her calm air.

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

Lora nodded.

'' Good. Then I have nothing to a greater extent to say to you until I see you on the caravan. '' Gregor got to the door just as Mei was arriving with Marie 's lastly group of Asian customer. Lora looked at her watch. If they fucked her an average of ten mo each, she would be done in just over two and a one-half hour. That left them plenty of meter to lave and dress her and get her to the power train station.

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Lora handed the ticket agent the letter from Gregor. He read it, looked over her shoulder at Marie and smiled. He snapped his finger's breadth and two orderly came running. `` Bring lady to Mr. Gregor 's car. Use wheelchair, she not sweetheart. '' They helped her into the chair, her big body limp and laborious to handle. She smiled at them, licked her back talk and slid her hands slowly up her legs, knee to thigh. They forced themselves to ignore her.

The ticket agent walked with them the length of the gear. Gregor 's car was third to the last-place. He kept looking up and down the platform, hurrying the men along, well mindful that breakthrough would signify mulct, punishment 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 face lifting 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 room done up in leather and rich, glum browned Ellen Price Wood. The furniture was leather and brand, the lamps elegant and the floor carpeted with thick, tan plush. It smelled of opulence, expensive wine and cigars and musk.

There was a expectant safe at the other end of the room, set off by two full-size carving of naked fair sex. The women were facing the rampart, their arms stretched straight above their chief, wrists manacled so their palms were flat. Their legs were open shoulder width, their ankle joint shacked as well, but mellow, 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 front her. She was staring too. Very intently.

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

'' The train leaves in exactly ten arcminute. That gives me just a little time to show you around. '' He waved the ticket factor and the orderly away, handing each of them a muckle 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 pass the first two days of her withdrawal here in this elbow room. ''

Marie looked up dumbly at John. She was still senior high school from the ten o'clock window pane 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 buss, dear. ``

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

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

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

Gregor pushed the threshold spread out. `` They 're women who 've outlived their usefulness to me. But they consistence were so amazing - spirit at them, am I right ? - that I wanted to keep them around to admire. So, I had them encased in these body courting you see. They can emit, see, hear, even find. Twice a day they are taken down and fed and their. .. former bodily functions. .. are dealt with. ``

Lora ran her hand down the strawman of the woman 's body and the statue trembled.

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

Lora slid her hand between the woman 's ramification and felt warm flesh. 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's breadth and the poor thing began sucking in hint in short, prompt puff.

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

Lora withdrew her manus and watched fascinated as the woman 's breathing space 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, eight calendar month. ``

'' That 's terrible, '' 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 room immediately - it was a Pain Room, like in the other cities. But this metre on rails. She looked at Lora and John then at Gregor. Even through her opium haze, it was all very net. Without waiting for anyone to speak, she stood up and dropped to her articulatio genus in straw man of Gregor. She spread her knees and laced her finger's breadth behind her neck, leaning back slightly so her titties were thrust forward.

'' This one 's cunt is thirsty, thirsty for dildoes and fingers and fists. '' Lora smiled with satisfaction. Marie was repeating her training 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 oral fissure is there only to make men happy. ``

As she 'd done so many times before, Marie shifted slightly, unzipping her top and pulling the material back to expose her naked tits. `` Its soma is to crush. Its glossa is for cleaning cunts and assholes. Its mind is for depravation and its entire intellect 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. ``

'' stay like that, '' he said calmly, then turned and walked back into the other way. Lora and John followed him. Gregor pulled the door closed and spun the combination lock.

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

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Marie 's second joint and calf were sore and starting to didder, her knees shooting jolts of pain down to her mortise joint and up her cover. She tried hard not to expect up at the clock but failed. Two and a half hr already. She 'd fallen over three times as the power train went around curved shape at mismatched upper, always returning as close as she could to the precise same placement. She was hungry, thirsty, and beginning to desire another pipe.

Her mind was coming out of the opium haze and she tried to enter out what was going on. Why would bathroom take her to this way and then just leave her. It was n't the initiatory meter he 'd done something strange over the last 18 workweek, but this felt different. She could n't call back, the drugs had addled her brain. But something was different. Maybe it was the alteration from the intensity of the fucking in China, the opium-fueled pack bang session, the assumption that her mouth, twat and ass would be stuffed with something 24 hours a day. And now, this. She was alone on her knees in a painful sensation Room on a moving train.

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

The train slowed to a check and she fell over as the couplings jerked against each former. She got back up and looked. Four hr and twenty minutes. Her legs were in suffering now and she was crying. She wanted to incline back on her heels or even lay down but she knew better. Her breadbasket was starting to boil and she needed to pee. She could n't remember the shoemaker's last time she 'd eaten, the close time she 'd wanted to eat. But her throat was parched. After a few minutes, the geartrain jerked and started moving again.

Marie heard the door behind her open. Then, muffled voices and 'oohs'and 'aahhs'. She did n't defy ferment around to see who it was but felt their oculus on her. After a few bit, they started moving. A parade of a dozen men and women went by, looking down at her as they passed, then vanishing through the threshold at the far end of the car. One of the new womanhood touched her and she and her companion giggled.

Five minute into the ride, she could n't select it anymore and settled back on her cad. Her cubitus were sagging, head leaning forward, spine curling. She felt the dried bust 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 itch to wet the carpet.

The door opened again. This time, someone came up behind her and wrapped a blindfold around her oculus. Hands underneath her arms raised her to standing but she collapsed immediately. They lifted her up again, then a third metre until she could stand on her own, gasping loudly and crying from the pain in her genu. The hands undressed her and then it was tranquillise for a long clip. She stood naked with her arms at her incline, blindfolded and wondering. Was it one person ? Maybe three : Gregor, Lora, and whoremaster ? Or was a wholly crowd standing staring at her - the whitened American bawd who 'd been fucking like an creature from Shanghai to Luzhi to Beijing ?

Marie felt the frigidness edge of a metal bucketful pressed between her thigh. Without any wavering, she squatted slightly and released a sinewy current of peeing. 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 person rub her and whispered, `` thank you. '' There was laughter in the way, many hoi polloi. She felt herself sinking in shame.

She felt an atomic number 26 taking into custody wrapped around her neck opening and padlocked shut. It was heavy and cold and she leaned forward. Another was wrapped around her waistline, then her radiocarpal joint and ankles. She could n't remember being manacled like this before. The iron was heavy and she felt humiliated for some reason. She recalled pictures of slaves on ships, brought from Africa or Taiwan or Republic of India. She wondered who was in the way, turning her into a caricature of that meter ? She heard chains rattling, then being pulled through rings in the manacle, ankle to ankle, cervix to radiocarpal joint, wrists to waist, until finally she could n't severalise where all they 'd pulled the chains. But she knew they were heavy, very heavy, and she would n't be capable to stand long burthen down like this.

soul pulled her head back and she felt metallic pressure against her septum. She jerked her read/write head back then, scared, afraid they were going to pierce her like an animal. Several hands immediately grabbed her head and held her steady and the press was back. They did n't thrust her, but attached a spring-loaded nose-ring. The spring was powerful and the Fe was arduous, she wondered if an existent piercing might be less painful.

Something was attached to each of her teat, something that clamped slowly into piazza at the base of her big, wickedness tit, smashing them hard, the teat themselves protruding inches from her knocker. She felt more Ernst Boris Chain now, lighter, connecting the nose-ring to the mamilla clinch. Heavier chains went from the mamilla clamps to her wrist shackles.

She tried to whisper `` water '' but her throat was too dry for even that. The painful sensation in her tum was strong now and she was starting to feel achey in her arms and legs. Someone 's paw slid beneath the back of her Fe belt and they began walking her from one end of the car to the other. The Fe chafed her frame and the weighting of the chains made it laborious to take the air.

After three or four trip through the car, her leader pushed her to her knees. Marie heard the interpreter say `` you drink ''. It was Mei, the one who 'd done most of the pimping during their last trip. Mei pushed Marie 'd head down. Marie felt her poke and lips touch water. A dog stadium ! She pushed her face into the water system and drank and drank. After that, Mei pushed her header sideways and she smelled something awful. She gagged and started to pull her heading back but stopped. She knew the game. 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, slimed bits and concentrated lump and what must get been rotten vegetables. She told herself that as long as she held her breather, 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 pass up and turned toward Mei 's voice. `` Yong ? Yong ? Fei ? '' she whispered. `` You ask tawdry, '' Mei said, pulling her hair and turning her back toward the rest of the room. 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 feet, the weighting of the chains making it unmanageable for her to get her balance. Gregor reached around and undid the blindfold. `` No more pipework for you. You are going to get all cleaned up. Be a adept American wife again. '' He turned to the bunch in the way. `` 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 enumeration - twenty two, eighteen men and four cleaning lady. 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 voice. `` Everyone Gregor bring on train have family line who taken to America. Long time back, on big ships. ``

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

'' And I have invited them to receive a petty party with you. You will be the outdoor stage in for the American striver master. ``

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

'' Oh, nothing will pass off 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 behind. She refilled the bowls, one with body of water and one with a foul miscellanea out of a one-quart bottleful. Marie watched the open of the roll. Something was moving underneath the thick gruel. She gagged again.

Mei went to the far end of the car and settled onto a pocket-sized pillow, curled up and went to slumber. Marie knelt back down and booze More of the water. Her stomach was in hurting 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 dribble started again. She shuffled back to the centre of the car and laid on her incline, trying to get comfortable. It was impossible. Between the belt ammunition around her waist and the collar around her neck, something was always digging into her.

She found the most comfortable spatial relation possible by half-leaning against the wall. Her legs were sore but she could n't manage to hold back them still. She tried to sleep but the headache prevented it.

Marie looked up at the clock. Six-thirty. Her eubstance would n't bide 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 shake off up, something was improper. By seven, she was starting to sweat and the headache was throbbing. She squeezed her center shut, opened them as wide as she could, back and Forth, trying to fight the pain. Then it stopped. But, her elbows and knees - all of her join - were aching now. She shook her head. She 'd have to come alive Mei. Opium would help.

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At eight, Marie opened her eyes 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 consistency ached now, like she had a bad flu.

'' This is just the rootage, '' Gregor said. She saw his hand stroking her haircloth but all she felt was pain in the ass. `` 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 centre of the car, attaching her fetter soundbox to chain of mountains that hung from the ceiling.

Gregor stood between her wide-open legs and unzipped his knickers. He rubbed his rooster hard and shoved it into her cunt. She felt it sliding recondite inside her and her abdomen churned and spasmed. As he fucked her, she leaned her capitulum 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 concentrate, did n't know what was going on, only that her body damage everywhere and this man was fucking her. `` aid her along, '' he said to Mei. Mei pulled Marie 's head back and slid two fingers between her lips, pushing them deep into the spinal column 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 publish 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 fuck, told him how much he loved his married woman 's puss and that the early backdown piece of ass were certainly Charles Frederick Worth the money. He could n't waitress until she was deeper into it, in a day or two.

Just before two in the break of the day, the train pulled into Beijing. Marie was suspended upside down in her chains and wads of rider were treated to the wad as they walked from one end of the wagon train to the early. Some stopped for spry pic, others pushed fingers or small-scale pop bottles into Marie 's splayed and inviting snatch. Gregor was nowhere to be seen. The government agency were certain it was his car and his show 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 lots they could do anyway. The womanhood involved always reported they were there voluntarily. Nobody ever pressed charges.

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

The journey continued .