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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 5

   I was in a dark interrogation room.  Concrete, white lights stabbing out
of the darkness, mirrors, all of that.  A voice, deep, amplified &
distorted, boomed from speakers all around me.  "Tracy...  Are you aware of
the penalties for smuggling contraband, let alone those for violating the
National Security Acts?" "No.  Why, should I have been?" "Don't be
smart-mouthed.  It doesn't become you; and it won't help.you." The words
chilled me.  "Well?" "Actually, No, I don't.  I didn't even want to.  I was
having a hard enough time convincing myself I was better off, & hoping the
truth would clear me if this ever happened." "And the truth?" "I was
blackmailed.  I got caught having sex with a passenger by a supervisor
during an off-duty flight, & she forced me to work for her or be fired."
"Why not let her just fire you?  You could have gotten another job, even if
it meant a career change." "No one would believe the truth.  They could say
whatever they wanted, & I'd never work again, PERIOD." "I thought so.  And
so, once in, you just got your head around it by focusing on the sex &
money, right?" "You seem to have a good handle on what's going on.  You're
dead on target without the presumptions I was expecting, you know, "where'd
you get the stuff?  who's your contact?" and all of that." "More than you
can possibly know.  And, we're willing to give you another chance.  You're
not the first Scarlet did this to, and you weren't the last." 'What do I
have to do?" "We'll let you know." Feet, mouth, ankles, once again I was in
over my head.

   Officially, I was arraigned & charged.  Then, right on the heels of my
arraignment, I was bailed out by parties unknown (not that I didn't have a
good idea who).  I had to think.  My job was toast.  I had to think.  What
could I do?  I was completely at loose ends.  I couldn't sit and wait for
whatever was coming....  I had to stay on the move.  I lost myself in
downtown Miami, trying to be sure I didn't recognize anyone following me,
not that I'd see anyone I knew on my tail if I was.  Finally, when I felt
reasonably sure I wasn't being pursued, I watched my back as I caught a
train to New York.

   They were on me, all right.  Somebody saw me get on that train.  When I
got to New York, I could feel familiar eyes upon me, though I couldn't
place any faces I saw.  I got on the subway & headed for home.  I was going
to pack some things & just get lost...  A car pulled up beside me as I
emerged from the station into the quiet dank of the night.  Two men got
out, both dressed in black & wearing ski masks, one of whom had a gun. 
They put me in the car.  They bound me & put a hood over my head.  God knew
what was going to happen.  But, maybe...  they wouldn't bother hiding
themselves from me if I was going to be killed or sold into white
slavery....  would they?  Oh shit.....

   After a long drive, I was taken into a house.  By the length of the
drive, I was in the Hamptons or out on Long Island somewhere.  They unbound
my legs & marched me in, then sat me down on a couch.  My hood was
removed...

   The sight that met my eyes was a VERY posh parlor, with Scarlet sitting
on a divan across from me.  "Hope they didn't scare you too much, babe,"
she apologized as they finished freeing me & left.  "You're got lucky we
got to you in time.  It's a shame about the job, I know they were this
close to approving your A.L.P rating.  You were smart to look for an out
when you did, things have been really different since 9/11.  Hard to do
business the way we used to.  Too bad about the bust, that's the cost of
doing business.  My partners don't always see it that way, though.  Risky
venture in these times & the cost of doing business or not, they lost
millions between the three of you.  Don't worry, I've got them safe &
sound. I'm not going to let any of you get rubbed out over this.  I'm
calling in some favors, hooking up partners while I can.  We've all got to
go underground for a while.  And, others are willing to overlook this
problem, because they're more sensible than the boys from south of the
border.  They don't give a damn about anything but the money they lost.  It
may be business to them, but sometimes I really think they need an attitude
adjustment about doing business like this.  Accidents DO happen.  It just
never seems to matter until it's you they're gunning for.  So, I'm going to
make some deals & save some lives.  Higher heads can roll, maybe even mine.
But, word of honor's still good for something.  & others who don't see
things quite the way our South American syndicate does are willing to help.
You're a rated pilot; want a job?" "A job?  Now, just like that?  Who? 
Where?" "An old friend wants a private pilot.  He doesn't want to import
throught the airlines.  We can still smuggle the way we have been if we
just fly private jets, that's easier, less public, more prone to winks at
the establishment for the right price.  You'll get a new face, a new
identity, & flying with your gluteus filled to the maximus.  Interested?"
"Who is it?" "XXXX." HIM?" Ohmigod, him of all people!  "Need you ask?"
"You always had a penchant for that one.  Good.  He paid good money to get
you out, he'd hate to see it go to waste.  As far as Uncle Sam's concerned,
you've been taken & taken out.  They'll believe you're dead, so, case
closed.  They won't be looking for you.  You'll be taken to HIS place, get
your new face, & start working.  "Cool...  now, before they come for me...
if the roof's not about to fall in on you...  " "You've never gotten this,
have you?" "Bend over." "You first!"

   She jumped me & bound me fast.  "You're good.  "Don't I know it, bitch.
One last thing I've wanted to do to you, & then you can blow out my butt
until I'm big enough to turn a truck around in." She strapped on that big
blow-up dick she'd held me open with that first night, several years
before. She dripped KY all over it & bored it into my bottom.  As she
fucked my asshole out, after a handful of pumps in & out of me, she'd pump
the air bulb...  again...  again...  In a few minutes....  that dick was
fuly inflated, & she was still pumping away as she blew up & bored open my
behind.  OHHH....  OHHHMIGAAWWWDDDD This thing's HUGE up my ass!! 
Finally....  after quite a while....  she'd pushed the thing into me at max
expansion of girth & length....  uurrmmmmphhhhh.....  felt like seven or
eight inches wide & over a foot deep...  probably not THAT much...  butt,
DAMMNNNN......  SOOOO...  FULLL!!!!!!  My bottom was SOOO totally
engorged....  She dismounted.

   "Now...." Scarlet greased up her two favorite dildos, put the 14" x 5"
big & bumpy in a harness, & handed it to me.  "Grease that up GOOD &
fuck... my...  ass with this thing, while still holding that marvelous
balloon dick up your butt." I could barely strap it on.  I let the air out
of my inflate-a-dick & re-inflated to a size that felt as full as before
that I could work around.  Then, I greased it up heavily...  crawled on top
of her...  my blow-up dick being squeezed & filling my turd tunnel as it
expanded the bole in my bottom...  felt SOO good...  & I just wrapped
myself around my bitch of an old friend & BLASTED her behind open.... 
settled my mighty dong & reamed in....  she opened right up & "OH!!-OH!!!
OOOWOOOOOHHH-OHHH!!" She began stridently howling as I dilated her shit
chute handily and fucked her as hard as I could....  finally screwing her
butt raw for all the fucking she'd done to me...  I'd wanted to get into
this creamy rump of hers & just impale it & maul her buns & just WORK... 
HER...  ASS...  OVER...  God, I'd ALWAYS wanted to tear off a big chunk of
her ass since the first time she'd torn off a piece of mine.  She had an
ass MADE to be fucked.  Scarlet cried out her pleasure as I wrapped my legs
around hers & rocked in & out of her rectum, rocking my bottom's balloon
dick at the same time.  I screwed & screwed...  & SCREWED...  the shit out
of her...  after more than an hour, I got off her, took my inflate-a-dick
out, took off the 14"x 5", & strapped on the rambone in it's place.  I sat
the big & bumpy under me, so I could sit & rock on it while I rocked her
world with that 19" long hot-dog.  I was able to sink that 4" wide super
snake up her sloppy ass easily after pushing up something an inch wider ...
I fucked our asses raw as I rocked back & forth, filling us both as I first
pushed the rambone all it's length into her, then rocked back & took the
big & bumpy all the way up my ass...  then back the other way...  then back
again...  ohhh....oooooooooohhhhhhhh.....soooooooo goodsogood....  my
bowels were rumbling...  Scarlet's face was reddening...  she had to
push... she's gonna come in her ass in a minute.... 
"OooohhhhhhTracyI'mgonnacome!Gonnacomeinmyass!fillemeup!!!gonna blow,
babe!!" "No!...  Not ..yet...OHHEYAHHH...i'M GONNA...MY ASS IS GONNA BLOW
TOO!!  Gonna blow...  Let's blow..." "Gonna blow..." "Blow!" "BLOOW!"
"BLLLLOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!"
OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH{KKKKRRRRRRRRRRAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!} I felt that
explosive rip that tears through you right before you explode, & I
vaporized as we both pissed & came all over each other, I shit on my dick,
& she shit on hers & on me.  We were so blown out we couldn't move...  I
remembered others coming in...  a needle in my arm...  sleeeeppyyyy.......

   I awoke to a huming in my ears.  Where was I?  A sofa...  an engine
whined...  the room tilted...  leaned...  felt like I was still flying from
my last assblast...  Flying...  flying?  I sat up with a jerk.  A well
appointed cabin on a ...  Lear?  Cessna?  Couldn't tell by the inside.  A
door opened at the back of the cabin....

   A tall, dark haired, saternine man walked out.  HIM.  I remembered him
all too well (not that that's a BAD thing!).  He was a software mogul.  He
invested 95% of his money offshore, & moved it in in Kruggerand, where he
paid Asian investors in gold for trade secrets, or to south american
cartels for cocaine & heroin.  He travelled on major airlines for legitmate
business, & on his private jet for dope trade.  He'd taken great pleasure
in fucking my bottom & then inserting my rambone up my ass...  soooo.. 
wonderfully...  he was a great hand at putting something long up your ass
SOOOO well...  His rambones always contained two stacks of Kruggerand
specie worth millions in gold.  The coins filled the body of the bole from
stem to stern, well molded into the thick latex.  Talk about HEAVY loads!
He LOVED putting his gold up my ass; as he told me once, "If it's not safe
up your golden bottom, it's not safe anywhere." GOD!  He was good.  If I
knew him any better I'd be head over heels in love...

   "Hello, baby; long time no see." "Yeah, you weren't much of one for the
Concorde." "I like wise investments, not boondoggles.  The longer the
flight, the longer the fun.  I'm glad you were looking for an out,
importing into the US has gotten tougher since..." "True..." "I would have
been truly saddened if you went off to jail forever, let alone got killed,
because I hired another anal-importing pilot who didn't measure up to you,
all because you didn't announce your desire to 'sit on the stick' in time.
A few more days, just one change sooner than expected, & we wouldn't have
been in a position to snap up your services at a moment's notice. 
Fortunately for us, Uncle Sam already thinks you got taken out after the
bust.  A new face, and you can be flying THIS." He gestured around him,
meaning the plane.  "Parties on the ground, parties in the air, carrying
gold into the US & nose candy into our favorite European haunts up your
butt.  Do you know just how much money & freaky fun-dust you've rectally
transported for me?  Millions, hell, Billions.  You always loved carrying
for me, compared with some of the others you couriered for.  Work for me, &
your golden bottom will be high forever.  It'll be worth it's weight in
diamonds." "Where do I sign, baby?" "Right here..." he said, stroking his
hand across his STIFF zipped up crotch.  "LOVE to!" I stripped for him,
stripped him down, & sat down on his gorgeous cock.  All the way to London
he balled my bottom.  Finally, I splooged his dick with my shit & he came
up my ass with a warm, sticky eruption that I always loved shooting into
me. We fell apart from each other.  I rolled on my side, showed him my
gaping bottom, with my shit & his juice leaking from it, & smiled.  "I shit
on your dick, you come in my shit.  And so, our dirty deal is signed.  My
kind of agreement." "No hard feelings about the harem of importers, right?
You're the PILOT, the only one I really trust." "You make it sound like
we're married." "Maybe not; but I think you'd want to be the one actually
sharing my bed at night & not just my dick." "That WOULD be nice." "C'mere,
pilot; fly me to the moon." "Love to, baby, love to..." He spooned me & I
just slipped away, snuggled in his arms & impaled on his big cock...

   END CH 5