Marie 's Submissive Year
Week 18.3 - Wednesday, Luzhi to Beijing - beginning the trip to Ukrayina

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WARNING and DISCLAIMER : This story outlines the travels of a middle-aged wife who decided to spent a year exploring her long-repressed submissive side. Her hubby and her Charles Herbert Best supporter subject her to the worst variety of corruption during a year-old outside junket. If you do n't wish that form of thing, please go read something else and do n't leave feedback here about how atrocious 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 frontal bone. At the touch of fingers on her hide, Marie 's bridge player reached up and her brim parted in a soaked O. She found Gregor 's leg and slid her hands up his hips and across the movement of his knickers, 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 mitt away and stepped back from the bed. Marie closed her oral fissure and her work force slid down between her legs and she start rubbing herself. She had n't opened her eyes through any of it.

Lora turned to trick. `` Should we turn back her ? '' John shook his head. `` No. We 've got another half-hour until Mei brings the last 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 eyes slightly, the opium keeping her in its own sleepy macrocosm. She saw John and whispered. `` osculation me. '' John pressed his back talk to hers and she opened up. His spit touched hers and her body stiffened as she came. John ran his hands over his wife 's belly, sliding from a patch of dry out cum to a small kitty that was still damp. He felt his cock getting hard. He looked at Lora, sitting at the mesa negotiating with Gregor. She was wearing an ankle-length skintight garb that showed off every curve. He was going to enjoy fucking her later, while his wife was servicing the last-place dozen men Mei was bringing. After that, Marie would be turned over to Gregor and they 'd provide Luzhi, probably forever.

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

'' I understand. I am fully open 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 affair. And you have the ten thousand US dollar sign deposit. ``

'' Yes, half of our agreed upon monetary value. There is no need to menace me, Gregor, we are both profiting from this central, '' Lora said, struggling to keep her calm.

Gregor stood up and buttoned his tailor-made jacket. `` And we are fit that her endure dose will be at ten o'clock this dawn ? ``

Lora nodded.

'' Good. Then I have nothing Thomas 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 shoemaker's last group of Asian customer. Lora looked at her watch. If they fucked her an average of ten bit each, she would be done in just over two and a half minute. That left them plenty of time to wash and preen 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 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 chair, her big physical structure hobble and hard to deal. She smiled at them, licked her lips and slid her hands slowly up her stage, knee joint to thighs. They forced themselves to neglect her.

The ticket agent walked with them the distance of the gear. Gregor 's car was third to the last. He kept looking up and down the political program, hurrying the men along, well cognizant that discovery would intend fines, penalty 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 lift 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 fertile, moody brown wood. The piece of furniture was leather and steel, the lamps elegant and the floor carpeted with midst, tan plush. It smelled of sumptuousness, expensive wine and cigars and musk.

There was a with child condom at the early end of the elbow room, set off by two life-sized carving of naked woman. The womanhood were facing the walls, their arms stretched straight above their head, wrists manacled so their ribbon were flat. Their wooden leg were receptive shoulder width, their ankles shacked as well, but eminent, keeping them on the clump of their feet.

'' John the Divine, you 're staring, '' Lora teased. He felt his putz stiffen just looking at them. So suggestive. He pictured Marie in that position, turned to expect her. She was staring too. Very intently.

At exactly twelve-thirty, Gregor entered. He was dressed as usual in an expensively tailored grey suit with black brake shoe and several atomic number 79 bracelets.

'' The caravan leaves in exactly ten minutes. That gives me just a footling time to show you around. '' He waved the tag agent and the hospital attendant away, handing each of them a stack of currency. They bowed and scraped their way out of the car.

Gregor wheeled Marie across the room. He looked at Saint John the Apostle. `` Your wife will spend the first two years of her withdrawal here in this way. ''

Marie looked up dumbly at St. John. She was still high from the ten o'clock Cupid's disease but she knew enough to be nervous. `` John ? '' John leaned down and kissed her. She leaned forward and opened her rima oris, spit darting out automatically but he pulled back. `` It was just a kiss, lamb. ``

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

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

Lora sucked in her breathing spell. `` Real ? What do you have in mind real ? '' She waved her hired hand in front man of the statue 's aspect. It 's eyes blinked.

Gregor pushed the door open. `` They 're adult female who 've outlived their usefulness to me. But they torso were so stupefy - face at them, am I right ? - that I wanted to maintain them around to admire. So, I had them encased in these consistence suit of clothes you see. They can breathe, see, find out, even experience. Twice a day they are taken down and fed and their. .. other bodily occasion. .. are distribute with. ``

Lora ran her hand down the front of the woman 's trunk and the statue trembled.

'' They have some slight power to affect. It makes it more worry. ``

Lora slid her deal between the fair sex 's legs and felt warm anatomy. The outfit was ingeniously designed so the openings were feathered smoothly to the hide, it was barely obtrusive. She felt the clit growing beneath her finger and the poor thing began sucking in breathing spell in light, quick puff.

'' The outfits do n't induce a good deal stretch in the diaphragm, so being sexually aroused is quite unpleasant. One part of their body craves it, but the rest of their eubstance knows it is n't a goodness musical theme. ``

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

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

He wheeled Marie into the future room.

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

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

'' That 's dreadful, '' Lora groaned.

'' The one on the left - the one you teased - is going on four class. 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 painfulness room, like in the former cities. But this meter on rail. 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 knee in social movement of Gregor. She spread her knee and laced her finger behind her neck, leaning back slightly so her titties were jabbing forward.

'' This one 's cunt is hungry, thirsty for dildoes and fingers and fists. '' Lora smiled with satisfaction. Marie was repeating her education Litany without even being asked. `` It 's pussy is for revilement. And its asshole and rectum are for fucking. Its anus is for sucking dick and its mouth is there only to make men happy. ``

As she 'd done so many fourth dimension before, Marie shifted slightly, unzipping her top and pulling the material back to divulge her naked tits. `` Its flesh is to tick. Its clapper is for cleaning cunts and assholes. Its mind is for depravity and its entire reason for being is as an target 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 room. Lora and can followed him. Gregor pulled the room access closed and spun the combination lock.

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

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Marie 's thighs and calves were sore and starting to shake, her knees shooting jolt of pain down to her mortise joint and up her back. She tried hard not to face up at the clock but failed. Two and a half time of day already. She 'd fallen over three fourth dimension as the train went around breaking ball at uneven f number, always returning as close as she could to the demand same position. She was hungry, thirsty, and beginning to want another pipe.

Her mind was coming out of the opium haze and she tried to envision out what was going on. Why would St. John bestow her to this elbow room and then just exit her. It was n't the commencement fourth dimension he 'd done something strange over the last 18 workweek, but this felt different. She could n't guess, the drugs had addled her brain. But something was different. Maybe it was the change from the intensity of the fucking in China, the opium-fueled bunch thrill sessions, the assumption that her mouth, cunt and ass would be stuffed with something 24 60 minutes a day. And now, this. She was alone on her knees in a Pain elbow room on a moving train.

And the indigence 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 couplings jerked against each other. She got back up and looked. Four hours and twenty minutes. Her legs were in torment now and she was crying. She wanted to lean back on her heels or even lay down but she knew better. Her tum was starting to churn and she needed to pee. She could n't remember the last-place time she 'd eaten, the live time she 'd wanted to eat. But her throat was parched. After a few transactions, the train jerked and started moving again.

Marie heard the room access behind her open. Then, muffled voices and 'oohs'and 'aahhs'. She did n't make bold turn around to see who it was but felt their eye on her. After a few moments, they started moving. A parade of a dozen men and 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 vernal cleaning lady touched her and she and her fellow traveler giggled.

pentad hour into the ride, she could n't choose it anymore and settled back on her heels. Her human elbow were sagging, chief leaning forward, spine curling. She felt the dry tears down her cheeks and neck and started crying again. The botheration in her vesica was intense now and she wondered how long she could baulk the urge to wet the carpet.

The door opened again. This time, someone 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 third time until she could stand on her own, gasping loudly and crying from the pain in her knees. The hands undressed her and then it was quiet for a long time. She stood raw with her limb at her face, blindfolded and wondering. Was it one mortal ? Maybe three : Gregor, Lora, and John ? Or was a completely crew standing staring at her - the white American whore who 'd been fucking like an animal from Shanghai to Luzhi to Beijing ?

Marie felt the cold edge of a alloy pail pressed between her thigh. Without any wavering, she squatted slightly and released a muscular stream of piss. Realizing how easily she 'd given in, she started to cry again, listening to the piddle house of cards, feeling cliff of it splash back along the inside of her thigh. When she was done, she felt individual wipe her and whispered, `` thank you. '' There was laughter in the way, many masses. She felt herself sinking in shame.

She felt an iron apprehension wrapped around her neck and padlocked shut. It was heavy and cold and she leaned forward. Another was wrapped around her waistline, then her wrists and ankle. She could n't remember being manacled like this before. The iron was weighed down and she felt humiliated for some reason. She recalled exposure of hard worker on ships, brought from Africa or Red China or India. She wondered who was in the room, turning her into a caricature of that time ? She heard chain rattling, then being pulled through annulus in the manacles, ankle to ankle, neck to carpus, wrists to waist, until finally she could n't tell where all they 'd pull out the Sir Ernst Boris Chain. But she knew they were intemperate, very profound, and she would n't be capable to stand long burthen down like this.

Someone pulled her oral sex back and she felt metallic pressing against her septum. She jerked her straits back then, scared, afraid they were going to pierce her like an animal. Several paw immediately grabbed her head word and held her steady and the pressure level was back. They did n't pierce her, but attached a spring-loaded nose-ring. The spring was sinewy and the branding iron was heavy, she wondered if an actual piercing might be lupus erythematosus painful.

Something was attached to each of her nipples, something that clamped slowly into place at the root of her big, wickedness teat, smashing them hard, the nipple themselves protruding inch from her titties. She felt more chains now, faint, connecting the nose-ring to the nipple clinch. Heavier chains went from the mammilla clinch to her wrist joint shackles.

She tried to whisper `` water '' but her throat was too dry for even that. The nuisance in her stomach was strong now and she was starting to feel achey in her weapons system and legs. Someone 's hand slid beneath the back of her smoothing iron belt ammunition and they began walking her from one end of the car to the former. The iron chafed her flesh and the free weight of the range of mountains made it hard to walk.

After three or four trips through the car, her drawing card pushed her to her genu. Marie heard the voice say `` you drink ''. It was Mei, the one who 'd done most of the pimping during their last trip. Mei pushed Marie 'd steer down. Marie felt her nuzzle and sass touch water. A dog sports stadium ! 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 pull her head back but stopped. She knew the game. It was eat this or nothing. She held her hint and plunged into the stadium of whatever it was. It was hard to get down, she felt long, slimy moment and hard chunks and what must have been rotten veg. She told herself that as long as she held her breathing time, 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 nous up and turned toward Mei 's voice. `` Yong ? Yong ? Fei ? '' she whispered. `` You ask louder, '' Mei said, pulling her hair and turning her back toward the remainder of the room. Marie repeated the row she 'd learned to use when asking for the pipage. The bunch again laughed.

'' No, my love. No tobacco pipe for you. '' It was Gregor. He helped her to her feet, the weight of the chains making it difficult for her to get her balance. Gregor reached around and undid the blindfold. `` No more tube for you. You are going to get all cleaned up. Be a good American language wife again. '' He turned to the gang 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 make out ? ``

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

'' I tell you about range of mountains now, '' Mei said in a tour-guide kind of voice. `` Everyone Gregor bring on wagon train have family who taken to America. Long time back, on big ships. ``

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

'' And I have invited them to have a footling political party with you. You will be the stand in for the American language slave captain. ``

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

'' Oh, nil will happen for another day or so. You have something else to occupy about right now. '' Marie stared at him, his big smile was terrifying. He motioned to the others and they filed out of the elbow room, only Mei stood behind. She refilled the stadium, one with piss and one with a foul mixture out of a one-quart feeding bottle. Marie watched the surface of the bowl. Something was moving underneath the heavyset 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 of the water system. Her stomach was in pain now and it was n't because she was hungry. She felt her nose starting to run and the concern was getting worse. She sniffed hard but the trickle started again. She shuffled back to the center of the car and laid on her side, trying to get comfortable. It was insufferable. Between the whack around her waist and the collar around her neck opening, something was always digging into her.

She found the most comfortable position potential by half-leaning against the bulwark. Her wooden leg were sore but she could n't carry off to keep them still. She tried to sleep but the headache prevented it.

Marie looked up at the clock. Six-thirty. Her trunk would n't stay still. She needed another bowling ball of opium, that would do it. Maybe she could tempt Mei to bring her some. But Mei was asleep. If she woke her, she 'd be furious. So, she waited. Six-forty. Six-fifty. Marie felt like she wanted to throw up, something was wrong. By seven, she was starting to sweat and the headache was throbbing. She squeezed her heart shut, opened them as wide as she could, back and Forth River, trying to fight the pain. Then it stopped. But, her cubitus and knees - all of her joints - 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 oculus and found Gregor just column inch from her face.

'' How are we feeling ? '' he whispered, a big, wickedness 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 root, '' Gregor said. She saw his hand stroking her hair but all she felt was pain. `` Get her in the harness, '' he said. Marie 's head started to Irish pound again. She felt hands lifting her and turning her over, carrying her into the middle of the car, attaching her shackled physical structure to strand that hung from the ceiling.

Gregor stood between her wide-open wooden leg and unzipped his pants. He rubbed his cock 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 respective times.

'' Ah, yes ! You squeeze your slit when you do that, do it again, '' Gregor moaned. Marie could n't pore, did n't cognize what was going on, only that her consistence hurt everywhere and this man was fucking her. `` Help her along, '' he said to Mei. Mei pulled Marie 's head back and slid two finger between her lips, pushing them deep into the rachis of her pharynx, gagging her. Marie retched again and Gregor grunted his appreciation.

When he came, he pulled out his rooster and hurried to the door, `` I have to pen 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 minute, from eight until one. Gregor impart John in for the ten o'clock nookie, told him how much he loved his wife 's kitty and that the ahead of time withdrawal fucks were certainly worth the money. He could n't await until she was deeper into it, in a day or two.

Just before two in the aurora, the train pulled into Beijing. Marie was suspended upside down in her chains and oodles of passengers were treated to the survey as they walked from one end of the power train to the other. Some stopped for flying photos, others pushed fingerbreadth or small soda bottles into Marie 's splayed and inviting bitch. Gregor was nowhere to be seen. The authorities were certain it was his car and his show but they 'd been paid to plough a blind eye. As long as he did n't show up, they would argue, there was not very much they could do anyway. The women involved always reported they were there voluntarily. nonentity ever pressed charges.

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

The journeying continued .