
			SMUGGLERS BLUES (AND BROWNS)


This story contains the following adult content: M/F, F/F, Anal, toys, consensual/non-
consensual 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 
