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   SMUGGLERS BLUES (AND BROWNS)

   This story contains the following adult content: M/F, F/F, Anal, toys,
consensual/nonconsensual sex.  You mus be over the age of 18 to read this.
If you are not, or do not enjoy this kind of material, do not read further.

   THIS STORY IS A WORK OF FICTION.  Any resemblance to any person, living
or dead, is entirely a coincidence.

   CH 1



   Where to start?  Well, your honor, best to start at the beginning.  I'll
tell the truth, the whole truth, & nothing butt the truth, in a narrative.
To comment, before I begin, I NEVER thought everything would go so far.  I
hated it.  I loved the rush I got.  And, ooohhh...  the pleasure it
entailed....

   I love to fly (in more ways than one).  I got a job as a flight
attendant for a well known international airline when I was 21; not that
getting the job was hard for me.  I'm a tall, willowy blonde, with straight
hair that reaches my shoulders.  Picture Sara Jessica Parker with boobs
like Pamela Anderson or Anna Nicole Smith, & you know what I look like. 
For this testimony, my name is simply "Tracy." My real name is known only
to the others who were involved, & to the people in the Witness Protection
Program.

   I got involved in this whole thing (not by choice, mind you) after a
flight from London to New York, several years ago.  I was young, I'd just
broken off with my boyfriend (guys HATE it when their girlfriends are off
globe-trotting, flying high with lots of VERY friendly guys (& girls!)).  I
like sex, with guys OR girls.  Front, back, I give & I get.

   Anyway.  On this flight, I met a VERY famous guy, one with a reputation.
Of course, it was well known that he was hung like a horse.  I was
dead-heading home (meaning, of course, that I wasn't working on that
flight).  I was in the jump seat across from him, in uniform.  He got up
from his seat, sat down in the jump seat next to me, & struck up a
conversation.  "I noticed you're not working.  Dead-heading home?" And, so
it went.  I tried to be discreet, & then got up & went to the lower galley.
A co-worker with her own membership in the 'mile-high club' winked at me &
passed him a note from me a couple of minutes later.  Meanwhile, I was
sneaking into the empty lower crew bunk aft of the galley.  He appeared
soon after, & gave it to me good.

   He was ably pumping my asshole with his long dong when...  "Well.  What
HAVE we here?" The head FA, a Maureen O'Hara look-alike if there ever was
one, with a temper to match, caught us.  "Ooohhh...  I'd like some of THAT
myself." Was she referring to his dick, or my ass?  Okay, I'll tell, she
had them both before the next morning.  "Sir, this is STRICTLY against
regulations.  However, I'll overlook it if you'll..." "My pleasure." HE...
was going to stick his dick, dirtied with MY shit, up her butt!  I was beet
red, embarrassed at being caught.  "As for you..." she directed at me, "NOW
I've got you where I want you.  Go upstairs and cover for me.  Say ONE word
about this, and you'll never work for this, or any other, airline again. 
I'LL deal with YOU...  later..." I left, furious with myself for being
caught, & humiliated by the fact I'd been caught by HER.  Her name was
Scarlet, all coincidences aside.  Crews that hated her, which were most of
them, called her "Scarred." She was the ringleader for my airline.  She had
nearly twenty years seniority, don't let her looks fool you.  She had a rep
as someone who knew how to get the HOT passengers, broker mega-dollar deals
over champagne & sex on board (anywhere but the main cabin) & knew where
quite a few skeletons were buried; & those buried skeletons littered the
tarmacs & beat a path from the farthest concourse at the home airport to
the executive boardroom.  Unlucky me, I couldn't cry foul, she had me over
a barrel.

   Just before our descent, she came back up & gave me a note with an
address & time.  "My place.  Tonight.  Come dressed for fun, & come alone."

   Scarlet had a well appointed pad on 56th near CPW.  Her hijinks
OBVIOUSLY served her well.  She was alone.  In the living room, she played
the role of the nice hostess; snacks, bubbly, all of that.  Over the second
drink, she got to the point.  "Okay, listen up, bitch.  You know I could
have you fired, just like that.  What's more, I know that you know I want
something from you; otherwise, I would have just humiliated you on the
plane, & you'd be facing the termination board.  I've got what you might
consider either blackmail, or an opportunity.  Obey me, and you can have
all THIS..." She gestured around her, indicating more than just the pad,
but everything it represented.  "Wealth, power, & everything that goes with
it.  I can give you the keys to the executive suite.  IF...  you do as I
tell you." "And, just what did you have in mind?" "Two things.  First, and
most importantly: You will become a member of my team.  We smuggle
diamonds, drugs, all sorts of things for rich & powerful people of both
sexes, for which we are repaid HANDSOMELY for the risks we take.  Do well,
don't get caught, and I'll grease your way up the corporate ladder. 
Secondly: Have another drink." I did.  BIG

   mistake.

   I was higher than a kite in just a couple of swallows.  She'd drugged my
drink!  Upon seeing my eyes go glassy, she got up from her sofa, came over
to mine, sat down...  OWW!  She grabbed my hair.  "You're a high & mighty
little bitch who's prone to cause trouble.  I know your reputation.  You're
eager to advance, fast; and you don't care who you step on to get there,
although you try not to step too hard when you're stepping in the way of
your friends, let alone on them.  You loathe me, & you'd like nothing
better than to see me out on my ass so you can take my place eventually,
not that you've got ANYWHERE near the time on the job to be ANY grade of
crew leader, let alone one of my seniority.  You're where you are purely
because you look good.  You're eye candy for the rich & powerful men who
fly with us.  I'm going to use that to my advantage.  You belong to me now.
And, it's time you got taught who's in charge.  Let tonight be a lesson on
what will happen if you cross me." BLAM!!  Lights out.

   When I came to, I was bound & gagged on her bed, tied with extension
cords & gagged with a long sock, lying face down.  "You're awake.  Good. 
It's no fun if you're out cold." I felt Scarlet crawl behind me.  Her
tongue flicked at my asshole, rimming me out.  When I was wet, she crawled
up my back...  "OOMMMMPHHHH!!!" I hotly mumbled through my gag.  She
cruelly pushed a man-sized strap-on dildo up my ass!  The fucking bitch was
RAPING me!  Raping me up my ass!  Oww!  Believe me, it hurt!  My sphincter
felt like it was on fire!  The motherfucking bitch was dry-raping me!  For
several minutes, the motherfucking dammed bitch reamed me raw.  Finally,
she pulled out.  She stroked a hand through my crack, which felt dirty &
sticky.  She stuck that hand under my nose, right where I could see it
quite well.  It was dirty with my shit, & bloody.  "See that?  I've raped
your ass bloody.  If you EVER cross me, I'll sodomize you until you bleed
to death inside.  Okay.  Enough of the rough stuff.  We'd better be able to
get along if you're going to work for me.  And, with the way we do things,
you'll need some training.  A sore & burning asshole won't help us." She
cleaned me up, applied a little lotion with aloe, & then applied vaseline &
KY.  What was she going to do to me!

   I felt her hand pry my cheeks open...  a large round nub, greasy with
vaseline, touched against my backdoor, the vaseline further soothing the
fire at my fundamental orifice.  She pushed...  I dilated...  ooohhh... 
ooooooooOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!  OHHH YEAHHH!!  SOO much better...  I love it up
my ass, so long as I'm lubed.  I was hardly an anal virgin before this
(duh, she caught me being buttfucked!), I just hate being rammed hard &
dry, & I hate it rough.  Anal's got to be...  soothing...  pleasurable...
enough lube to add to the experience to REALLY feel sexy, nasty, & depraved
to the point I don't care when something's slipping & sliding up my behind,
I just care about how it makes me feel.  I'm all about anal PLEASURE (Yes,
in all caps!)

   I felt a rubbery ding-dong about 3" wide & 9" long slide up my bottom.
It started growing...  'one of those new-gen inflate-a-dicks', I thought.
Ummmphh...  So big...  my ass is...  SOO..  FULL!!  The bitch made me hold
it for about 15 minutes that seemed like hours.  Then, she deflated it, &
SSCHLOOPP!!  "MMM!!" "Oh, my empty ass; is that what you're thinking?"
FLASH!  "You should see your bottom, you've got a CAVERN between your buns!
A picture to enjoy." She greased me heavily once again, then mounted... 
oooOOOOWWWOOOOOHHH!!!!  BIIGG!!  STRREETTCHIINNGGG..." I felt a 5 (or was
it 6?) inch wide hard & bumpy dildo pry into my cheeks & bore at my hole.
She was gonna wreck my rectum!  Five inches, six, might as well have been a
foot wide, my ass couldn't accomodate a monster that big!  She'd split me
in two!  The meaty head pressed unyieldingly...  I tightened...  the bitch
grabbed my hips & pulled...  I pushed back...  PPPHHHBBBBTTTTT!!!!!!!!  I
farted, & in doing so, opened my sphincter back up, wide enough that that
bole slid it's grease into my butthole & followed it up, asserting it's
right to gain entry into my anus.  It sank into me...  up my butt... 
deliciously tormenting my tush as the shaft was shoved deeper...  DEEPER...
SO GOOD...  I burned with humiliation as she burrowed up my ass, knowing my
hated foe had complete power over me, & that I actually ENJOYED the dirty
abasement, as she pushed to my center.  I felt the round base meet my
buns...  she stroked back...  stuffed back in...  pulled out...  plowed
up...  reaming me out...  I felt ORGASMIC, as my bowels rumbled around that
mighty tree trunk.  I shit on her dick as I orgasmed in my bottom,
squirted, & just fell on my face.  Seeing me spent, Scarred got off me and
proceeded to stuff an inflatable buttplug in place...  she then pumped it
up, blocking the passage out.  She left me to hold it for a little while, &
then returned.

   "Okay, bitch, you can keep that plug.  You'll be needing it." She let me
up.  "I'm making the arrangements, & I'll get word to you when it's time
for your first mission."
   END CH 1