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The spring was powerful and the iron was heavy, she wondered if an actual piercing might be less painful.
Something was attached to each of her nipples, something that clamped slowly into place at the base of her big, dark nipples, smashing them hard, the nipple themselves protruding inches from her titties. She felt more chains now, lighter, connecting the nose-ring to the nipple clamps. Heavier chains went from the nipple clamps to her wrist shackles.
She tried to whisper "water" 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 arms and legs. Someone's hand slid beneath the back of her iron belt and they began walking her from one end of the car to the other. The iron chafed her flesh and the weight of the chains made it hard to walk.
After three or four trips through the car, her leader pushed her to her knees. 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 head down. Marie felt her nose and lips touch water. A dog bowl! 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 breath and plunged into the bowl of whatever it was. It was hard to get down, she felt long, slimy bits and hard chunks and what must have been rotten vegetables. 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.
Crying again, she lifted her head 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 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 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 good American wife again." He turned to the crowd in the room. "Isn't that what you all want? A good American wife? Isn't that what you all came here to fuck?"
Marie did a quick count - twenty two, eighteen men and four women. 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 who taken to America. Long time back, on big ships."
Gregor stepped forward and took Marie's chin in his 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 little party with you. You will be the stand in for the American slave master."
"But, no, but, I…" Marie started blubbering but Gregor put his finger to her lips.
"Oh, nothing will happen 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 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 stomach was in pain now and it wasn't because she was hungry. She felt her nose starting to run and the headache was getting worse. 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 position possible by half-leaning against the wall. Her legs were sore but she couldn't manage to keep them still. She tried to sleep but the headache prevented it.
Marie looked up at the clock. Six-thirty. Her body wouldn'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 angry. 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 eyes 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 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 eyes and found Gregor just inches 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 body ached now, like she had a bad flu.
"This is just the beginning," 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 pound again. She felt hands lifting her and turning her over, carrying her into the middle of the car, attaching her shackled body to chains that hung from the ceiling.
Gregor stood between her wide-open legs 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 several times.
"Ah, yes! You squeeze your cunt when you do that, do it again," Gregor moaned. Marie couldn't focus, didn't know what was going on, only that her body hurt everywhere and this man was fucking her. "Help her along," he said to Mei. Mei pulled Marie's head back and slid two fingers 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 water 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 wife's pussy and that the early withdrawal fucks were certainly worth the money. He couldn't wait until she was deeper into it, in a day or two.
Just before two in the morning, the train pulled into Beijing. Marie was suspended upside down in her chains and dozens of passengers were treated to the sight as they walked from one end of the train to the other. Some stopped for quick photos, others pushed fingers or small soda bottles into Marie's splayed and inviting cunt. Gregor was nowhere to be seen. The authorities were certain it was his car and his show but they'd been paid to turn a blind eye. As long as he didn'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.
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