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\f0\fs26 \cf0 Marie's Submissive Year\
Week 18.2 - Tuesday, Shanghai to Luzhi\
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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 husband and her best friend subject her to the worst kinds of depravities during a year-old international junket. If you don't like that kind of thing, please go read something else and don't leave feedback here about how horrible and disgusting the story is. It's fiction and it's supposed to be way out there. \
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	Marie's eyes, just barely open, focused on the flame. She giggled, it was very pretty, from the top of the candle to the pointy tip that tickled the bottom of the bowl. She tried to get up but Lora just stroked her head and whispered, "shh... shh..." Marie smiled. It was just as well. The last time she tried to get up, she'd just tumbled over and fell into the pile of soft pillows. The other girls, also high on opium, had looked up slowly and, when their drug-addled brains finally realized what had happened, laughed at her. Marie had waved them off and settled back into the pillows piled in the corner, her naked body melting into the cushions.\
	Lora didn't care for the other two women, but it was their van taking the three of them through the back roads of China, so they were in their debt. Even though they'd paid -- for the drugs as well as the vehicle -- they still needed the women as guides. And, they would be very useful once the group arrived in Luzhi.\
	Mei was in her forties and had long since abandoned any hope of getting off the drug. She'd lived life as a civil servant but her husband left her ten years ago and she fell into depression and drugs. Hoi was younger and, Lora thought, even more pathetic. She'd left Luzhi and gone into Shanghai to make her way as an actress or model. She fell into the wrong crowd and ended up in one of the brothels working for a Mistress who was at least kind. Hoi had never been beaten -- not by the Mistress, but occasionally by one of the other girls -- and had been allowed to keep half of the money she brought in. But, one of the other girls had introduced her to opium and she'd gone through her savings in less than six months. She was despondent, she'd saved enough to go back to Luzhi and purchase a home and live a comfortable life but the drug had taken all of that. And her looks as well.  She was less and less in demand and her Mistress took a bigger and bigger percentage of what she made until she found herself stealing from the other girls to buy her opium balls.\
	When Marie saw the smoke starting to rise in the bowl, she reached out for the pipe. Lora teased her for a moment, pulling it back a few inches. Marie's reflexes were slow and she looked dumbly from the pipe to her friend, then back. Lora held the mouthpiece to Marie's lips and she sucked eagerly, eyes closed, lungs filling with the delicious chemical magic.\
	Lora pressed the quick dial on her cell phone. "She's ready."\
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	Mei covered her eyes with her hand when John slide the side of the panel van open. Hoi was already asleep. Marie was still leaning forward, sucking on the pipe while Lora kept the fire moving underneath the bowl. John helped Mei out and she pushed past him, pulling her dress and sweater tightly around her thin body. She looked around quickly and spotted the man she had called from the last roadside stop. She whistled and he ran over to her, his fat face sweaty and eager.\
	"Mei," he said with a big grin, holding her by the shoulders.\
	"You have my money?" she said, pushing him back with her scrawny, pale arm.\
	"Yes, yes, very good," he said, answering her in English. No doubt she was putting on a display of some sort for the big American man standing behind her and he wanted to play along. It might bring more business his way.\
	"I see the merchandise?" he asked.\
	Mei turned with a disinterested look on her face and walked toward the van. John watched as the man and two companions followed her. He looked around and saw that this rest stop was very much like the last one. Pumping stations, small stalls that served as restaurants and vendors with carts and some with nothing more than cardboard boxes and folding tables. There were three tables at the far end selling vegetables, most of which he'd never seen before coming to China but now already familiar.\
	Most of the vendors were watching Mei and the three men. John shivered as he realized that nearly everyone at the rest stop was probably in on the arrangement. He wondered how many of them were actually going to use his wife before they started back on their way. At the last stop -- their first since leaving Shanghai -- she'd fucked eighteen men and serviced four women. All but one of the men all used her cunt though she offered her mouth and ass. They all thought it was disgusting and laughed at her for making the suggestion. Except the one whose name was Ri. He'd travelled outside China and explained to the crowd that American women loved taking it up the ass. Especially fat American women. He made Marie beg him to fuck her that way for over twenty minutes. He had her present her asshole to him in different poses, on her knees, on her back, in a bridge position, always begging him nonstop to "fuck the American pig's poop hole." When he finally did, he had her laying over a barrel, face up, legs wide open and pulled back so he could bury himself deep in her backside. After he came, he had her squat and push it all out and into the dirt, then mix it into a mud puddle with her fingers.\
	Mei opened the van door and motioned for them to look in. John smiled, Lora had done her job setting up Marie for the viewing. She lay on her back, legs wide open, cunt toward the door, masturbating with two fingers on her clit and the other hand pulling at her nipples.\
	The men stood drooling, rubbing their hands, waving for the others to gather around. While the crowd made its way toward the van, Mei held out her hand.\
	"Each 10 yuan. No spank, no tie."\
	John shook his head but didn't say anything as the bills piled up in Mei's clawlike hand. At current exchange, they were paying about $1.50 each for Marie.\
	She handed the stack of bills to John. He counted 390 yuan, did some quick math, and handed 45 to Mei, threw another 45 into the van beside the sleeping Hoi then finally rebated 45 to the man who'd done the pimping. He nodded and groveled, chattering "thank you, Mister, thank you, Mister" as he backed away slowly.\
	That left him with over 250 yuan for gas and supplies and his wife with 39 cocks to satisfy. Mei looked at him with a question on her face and he nodded. "Go ahead." She motioned to the man and he clapped. Four men climbed into the van and lifted up Marie and started to carry her toward one of the buildings behind the gas station. She let her head loll back and slid her hands up and down the legs of the men closest to her, finding the open slit in the front of their pleated pants and reaching in to start massaging their cocks.\
	It took just over three hours for them to finish with her. John knew that meant she'd taken some of them in twos and threes, clearly a more inventive crowd than the ones at the first stop. They carried her back to the van, still dazed from the drugs and the fucking, her hand between her legs, masturbating, cum dripping between her legs and splashing on the dirt with each step they took.\
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	John motioned for the hostess to bring another round of drinks. She nodded demurely and vanished into the other room.\
	"Mei's crafty," Lora said, picking up another dim sum with her sticks.\
	"Well, she thinks she is anyway." He mimicked her voice, "Luzhi a full day from here. Maybe two." They both laughed. The trip was less than two hours on a busy day but Mei had taken them a long way roundabout to the south, through Jinshan and Jiaxing and a dozen other smaller towns and was only now turning north again.\
	"You're giving her 10 percent?"\
	"A little more. I round it up, I want them happy."\
	Lora nodded.\
	"In the long run, I think this is much easier."\
	Lora nodded again. "I agree. I think she's getting the full 'China Experience', don't you?"\
	John took a drink of his Sinkiang. He held the bottle in his hand, turned it around. "Delicious." He sat it back on the table. "Yes. This is going to be fine. This fucking country is huge! What were we thinking?"\
	"I don't know. But this is working out." She bit into another dim sum and waited while the waitress set two more bottles down on the table. When she walked away, Lora looked up at John. "And the opium?"\
	"The withdrawl's going to be hard, but it's only been a little over a week. And besides, we have Gregor to think about."\
	Lora shook her head. "It's not worth it. It's not enough money. And it's a waste of time."\
	John leaned back in his chair. "But, it's so tempting, and it gets around the airport problem." \
	"I disagree. I don't think it's worth it."\
	Gregor had contacted them weeks ago when the itinerary for the year was being planned. When he heard that they were going to let Marie experience opium while in China, he contacted John immediately with his offer. He was offering $20,000 for exclusive use of Marie in a private car aboard a train from Shanghai to Eastern Europe. He insisted on having full control of and access to her while she was going cold turkey off of the opium. The way he explained it, he'd fantasized about it a long time -- the idea of fucking a woman in various stages of withdrawl -- but never, never had any idea how to make it a reality. \
	"He's sick," Lora said.\
	"I know. But that's a lot of money. And she's going to have to go through it anyway."\
	"It's not enough."\
	"And they're not going to let her on a plane, so we will end up on a train anyway."\
	"We detox her then take a plan, it's still faster."\
	"But more expensive."\
	Lora stared at him then leaned back and sighed. "We don't have to decide right now."\
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	"She like peinu, very high class," Mei said.\
	The man sneered at her. "She looks like xiagongpeng to me, fat and all used up."\
	There was a small grunt as the man on top of Marie came in her ass. Mei and the man in the suit heard a 'plop' as he pulled his prick out of her bottom then the squeak of the mattress as he stood up and pulled up his pants. Marie lay motionless, breathing hard and moaning, her hands still massaging her titties. Her ass was up high on a pile of pillows and brownish cum tricked out of her and onto the floor. There was quite a pool of it by now. Mei had counted twenty two before the man in the suit started his negotiations. \
	All of the men were fucking Marie up the ass now, Mei learned that by charging "20 yuan for pussy and 10 for asshole", she increased her business with this group. It had been different at each stop so far and she was learning quickly what parts of Marie to offer to get the best return. Some paid the additional 5 to use her mouth to get them hard, but most just spit on their pricks and went at her half-stiff, letting her rectum do the rest of the job for them.\
	Mei gauged her customer, looking from his expensive gold watch to his alligator shoes to his thin, manicured hands. "She like you take belt to titties," Mei said. He turned to her, too late to hide the small smile that came to his lips. "Maybe interested," he said quietly. Too quietly, Mei knew. He was hooked.\
	"Look, you see? Tattoos," Mei leaned forward and took Marie's left arm, turned it over so the man could see the tattoo on the inside of her forearm, just below the elbow. He smiled. Mei nodded. "Philadelphia. America. Many years ago."\
	That was a lie. The tattoo had indeed been done in Philadelphia by the small but enthusiastic group of Chinese who'd tied her, beat her, and fucked her all on webcam, but it had been less than three months ago, week 10 of her adventure.\
	"You read," Mei said.\
	The man muttered some Chinese words and Mei nodded. "You see? She likes it." The man was excited now, Mei could see his lips moving and his eyes getting wide.\
	"10,000 yuan," she said, staring him in the eyes.\
	The man laughed and reached for his wallet. "100 yuan. Go. Tie her up."\
	Mei nodded and thanked him, turned and spit on Marie's belly, then ran out of the building. She came back in just a minute with a dozen men and a stack of bills in her hand. She motioned to two of them and they grabbed Marie, dragged her out of the room and carried her down the street to a parking barn a few hundred yards from the food stalls. They dropped her on the concrete floor in the middle of the open space and tied thick ropes around her wrists. Marie didn't resist, the opium and the fucking had let her limp and exhausted. Twice, she reached up for someone's crotch, only to have her hand smacked away while the group laughed.\
	They threw the ropes over beams in the ceiling and pulled them until she was standing erect, arms opened wide and above her head. Someone secured her feet to the bumpers of two busses, keeping her legs open wide, feet flat on the ground.\
	The man in the suit took off his jacket and handed it to Mei. She nodded and folded it over her arm. Then, he slowly pulled his belt through the loops of his pants. It was an inch thick and made of soft, flexible, deep brown leather. Marie watched his movements dumbly until he stepped closer and lay the belt across her chest. Then, she started crying and begging.\
	WHACK!\
	She screamed, the pain was a thousand times worse than she remembered. Was it the drugs or the fucking or had it been so long since...\
	"ARGHHH!!!" she screamed as he hit her again. She tried to gather her thoughts but they scattered like...\
	WHACK! "Arrrrhhhhh!" she screamed, then he was hitting her over and over quicker WHACK WHACK WHACK and she didn't have any time to try to think, she just screamed and begged him to stop while he swung from side to side, hitting them top, bottom, straight across the nipple until she was jerking and pulling, her body twisting, cum dripping down the backs of her legs then there was a hand between her legs and she looked down through her tears and saw Mei's evil grin looking up at her while her finger rubbed her cunt and she was cumming, screaming now "harder, harder, oh fuck, harder, please!" and he was hitting her harder and faster while she came and came until finally he tired and dropped the belt to the ground.\
	Marie was soaked with sweat and exhausted, her legs trembling, the lips of her pussy twitching as the aftershocks of her orgasm ripped through her. She looked down at her titties, torn and marked, small drops of blood oozing to the surface in spots.\
	She felt herself being handled but couldn't focus to know what they were doing. Then, she was on her back on something soft and someone was climbing on top of her, others holding her by the ankles, lifting her high so nobody made the mistake of fucking her cunt instead of her asshole.\
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