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Subject: {ASSM} Restricted Travel by shooter (wife m+ ir gb)
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Date: Thu, 08 Jun 2006 17:10:02 -0400
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Restricted Travel II



   Shooter3704



   I got Dot to the hotel and put her to bed.  She didn't even roll over
until nearly ten o'clock the next morning.  She spent an unusually long
time in the shower and I had breakfast ready for her when she appeared.



   Our conversation consisted of me talking and her monosyllable answers.
She seemed disobliged to chat.  She didn't seemed to be sad, angry, or even
confused.  Just not conversational.  After she picked at the breakfast a
while she announced that she was going shopping and she preferred to be
alone.  That suited me just fine because I had something I wanted to do.



   I found Harold and Rita Milligan at a sidewalk café.  Rita was stunning
as usual and Harold was.Harold.



   "Why the fuck didn't you warn us?" I demanded.  "What didn't you tell us
what to expect?"



   "Two reasons," Rita answered, indicating I should sit.  "One you
wouldn't have believed it and two, it wouldn't have made any difference at
all.  Dot would have gone with or without you." I looked for them with a
lot of nasty things to say, but suddenly I knew she was right.  Dot would
have gone and it wouldn't have mattered what Rita had said.



   "You and I are very much alike, old boy," Harold said.  "We are married
to sluts and sluts must be sluts.  Where is your lovely wife, by the way?"



   "Shopping," I said.  "She seemed.I don't know how to describe it.  Shook
up or something.  She wanted to be alone." Rita and Harold look at each
other and smiled a secret smile.



   "One would suppose that Fritz fucked her and how many more of the
president's cronies?  Several I imagine.  Over and over again?" I nodded.
"What your wife is experiencing is sensory over-load," Rita said putting
her hand on mine.  "She just needs time to gather in all the things she's
feeling and sort them out.  Should be right in a few hours or so."



   "Yes, dear," Harold said "I recall it took you a few hours of
introspective searching until you got it together after the first time."



   "First time?  I thought you only went once," I said.



   "No, I said we only were invited on our first trip," Rita said.  "I was
invited back on several occasions during that vacation."



   "Be a dear and tell Theo about the second time you went to Government
House," Harold said.  "I wasn't allowed because of my conduct the only time
I was there."



   ***



   Rita's story:

   I suppose in the interest of a comprehensive story I should back up to
where it all started.  When Harold was offered the position in Bogota we
both thought it was an excellent opportunity.  Out sexual lifestyle was
beginning to be confining in England.  Harold and I were swinging long
before we married.  Harold is a devout voyeur and I like to fuck.  It
worked for us quite nice, I must say.



   Of course we both knew that his position was a bit shady.  Not exactly
drugs, but investing money from dubious sources.  I suppose one might say
we got a bit defensive when the British government insisted we return home.
The quest for money caused us to become displaced, as it were.  That was
how we became citizens of Columbia.  Of course the fact that the minister
of some government office was fucking me regularly helped smooth the way
for that to happen.



   So two years ago we came her for holiday and when we were invited to
Government House of course we went.  There are different men there most of
the time except for Fritz and of course the president.  On that occasion
there were three other men.  One I recognized as being some government
official from Columbia.



   They got rather forceful with me and Harold tried to intervene.  That's
when my poor husband got hurt.  I tried to tell him that they weren't
hurting me too badly but.well, Fritz stopped him and while Harold went to
the clinic to get some stitches they all fucked me for several hours.  That
brings us to the second visit.



   It was two days after Harold and I were at Government House.  I was
summons by a personal messenger.  It's strange that I didn't for a moment
think about refusing.  It didn't dawn on me to say "piss off".



   To be honest I was still reveling in the initial trip.  Yes, I was
demeaned, I was treated like a piece of meat, and I was gang-banged
repeatedly for hours.  I had been fucked in every orifice over and over
again, but I didn't consider not going.



   After I arrived at Government House I was taken to a dressing room and a
young woman, Maria was her name, helped me dress.  Andy had selected a
costume for me to wear.  A nun's habit.  Not just any habit, but one that
was designed to show off my body.  The headdress was the only thing
authentic.  The robe had a number of slits in it so that any part of my
body could be easily reached.



   I entered the room where they waited and I was surprised that there was
a priest there.  A tall thin black priest complete with collar and cassock.
I'm sure now that he wasn't a real priest, but at the time I didn't know.



   I also saw that there were lights and cameras set up and they filmed me
sucking and being fucked by the so called priest.  They really did a
production even to frigging me with a big candle while I sucked the man's
big black cock.  The five men watching seemed to get their jollies.  When
the "priest' got through with me two of the men left, but Fritz and Andy
were nowhere finished with me.

   ***





   "I was there for over twenty-four hours," Rita said smiling in fond
recollection.  "A very intense twenty-four hours." She lifted her bathing
suit top to show me the rings in her nipples.  "I also have one in my clit.
Piercing is something of a hobby with Andy, it seems.  He also indulges in
clit abuse.  He and Fritz used electric probes on my pussy and suction
devices to engorge my clitoris.  You are wondering why I want to go back?
It's rather simple.  I loved every minute of it.  Normally I'm not a fan of
rough sex, but from Andy and Fritz, I welcome it."



   "Why?" I asked, perplexed.  "What on earth can be the attraction?"



   "It is the experience of being totally dominated," Rita said.  "The
feeling that you are a sexual item to be used.to be abused.  At no time
while I was at Government House was I made love to.  I was fucked.  Simply
and thoroughly fucked."



   "Animalistic sex," I suggested.



   "Exactly," Rita said.  "Raw and animalistic and a lot of it."

   ***





   Rita continues her story:



   They took me into the island's interior to a village near the mountains.
During the journey Andy told me what to expect while Fritz fondled me.  He
had me naked before we got out of town.  The village consisted of about
twenty huts and I had to walk the length of the village nude for everyone
to see.  It was both humiliating and exhilarating, degrading and thrilling.
I think, although no one actually said, that the village was made up of
descendants of escaped slaves.



   In the center of the village Fritz stopped me and showed off my body to
everyone in detail.  After that he took me to the headman's hut and he held
my legs open for the chief, or whatever he was, to fucked me.  Next was
what I suppose was a shaman.  The witch doctor was a little shriveled up
man who had to be at least seventy five years old.  His cock certainly
wasn't shriveled.  The old man had a good hard cock that was at least seven
inches long.  It took a long time for him to cum, but after he did I was
given to every man in the village in some sort of predetermined descending
order.  The last five or six were hardly more than boys.



   The whole thing took three and a half or maybe four hours and there
wasn't anything awfully kinky about it.  Just a straight hop on and fuck
the white woman's pussy.  I didn't have a single cock in my mouth until we
were on the journey back home.  Andy had me give him a blow job while Fritz
played with my cum soaked pussy.



   Back at Government house I showered and cleaned up.  I knew they were
not through with me and I was right.  They weren't.  That was the night
they put the nipple rings in my nipples.  Of course they made a party out
of it.



   The Minister of Tourism fucked me while they inserted the first one.  It
hurt some, but not much.  Having a large black cock in me while they did it
helped distract me.  Two men had me while Andy put the ring in my other
nipple.  I didn't feel it at all.



   The next night was when Andy insisted he pierce my clitoris.  I begged
him not to, but he paid no attention.  Fritz used a large vibrating dildo
on me, but it still hurt rather badly.  Some man even made a video of the
process.  Andy, Fritz, nor any of their guests paid no mind to the fact my
nipples and clit were sore.  They all fucked me until the wee hours of the
morning and then they sent me back to poor Harold who was frantic by that
time.

   ***



   "So there you have the sordid tale of my trips to Government house,"
Rita said.  "Just some of the things your little wife can expect." She was
looking over my shoulder and I turned to see Dot making her way toward us
loaded down with shopping bags.



   "Hi Honey," I said.  "Shopping was good, I see."



   "Yes, I got souvenirs for everybody we know and a few extra," she
answered brightly.  "Something fruity and alcoholic would be nice." I left
her in an animated conversation with Rita and Harold while I went to get
her a drink.  I'll admit that I was more than a little concerned at how
things were going for us in Lembagos.



   ***
   The end of part two

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