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Sex & Glitter
By Whiskey McNaughton
Copyright 2011 by Whiskey McNaughton
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Sex & Glitter
Whiskey McNaughton
Chapter One
“Oh, yeah, you are one fine piece of ass!” The man behind the woman who was bent over so he could ram his erection inside her vagina was panting hard as he continued thrusting his hips harder and harder. The forcefulness of his thrusting kept pushing the woman he was engaged within against the headboard of her bed, which was what the two of them were kneeling on while they engaged in their sexual encounter.
The only thing about this act that made it both less and more than what it seemed was the fact that this man had forced his way into the woman’s apartment and subsequently forced his way into her flesh as well. She had been returning from the market after work when he had appeared at her side while she fumbled with her keys at her apartment door.
“Here, let me help you out with those keys,” he’d said, taking them from her hand even before she could either give her acceptance or rejection of this stranger’s offer. But he was only being helpful at a moment when she certainly needed help, so she’d allowed him to unlock and open her door for her. But once her door was open he had snatched some of the grocery bags from her arms and walked right into her apartment, setting the bags down onto the counter that separated the kitchen from the living room. She’d been even more hesitant at that point, having this stranger inside her apartment, but she began to feel more relieved when he’d walked towards the door to leave.
“Hope you have a wonderful evening,” he’d said as he passed by her toward the still open door. Her anxiety had begun to wane and she’d inwardly sighed in relief.
“Thank you for your help,” she’d smiled then, turning his direction. But the relief had been short-lived. This stranger, instead of exiting her apartment, had suddenly closed the door and turned the handle for the deadbolt. Spinning about rapidly he had seized her by the shoulders, placed one of his legs behind hers and pushed her to the floor, pulling her legs out from underneath her so that he was on top of her body as she went down – hard.
His hand was over her mouth before she’d even had a chance to take a breath in preparation for screaming for help – not that there was much chance of that in this apartment building, where most of the other residents were elderly and unable to physically come to her aid in such a time of need, if they could even hear her screams.
“You even try screaming, bitch, and I will do more than rape you. I’ll cut off both your titties and make you a titless wonder the rest of your life. Then I’ll fuck your snatch up with a broken bottle and you won’t ever be able to enjoy sex with anyone ever again. You catch my drift – cunt!”
His words had been spoken quietly, but they were intense and she understood his threat all too clearly. She’d simply nodded her head, which was all she’d been able to do, what with his large, strong hand clamped over her nose and mouth the way it had been, effectively cutting off her breath intake.
He’d forced her into her own bedroom and then ripped her clothes off her body, not even giving her the opportunity to remove them herself. No, his entire motivation was the violence of the act, not the sexuality. He wanted this encounter to be as violent as possible and that meant he had needed to brutalize his victim as much as possible at every turn.
He’d slapped her several times while stripping her naked, each blow connecting as a back-hand to her cheeks, knocking her about the small room so she had stumbled and fallen into her furniture, knocking things off the dresser and table and eventually causing her to fall to the floor. She’d struck the edge of the small table by her bed with her head as she went down and had been bleeding from it ever since.
He hadn’t cared that he’d injured her or that she was bleeding. Injury was what he’d wanted to cause and seeing the blood oozing from the cut on the side of her head only inflamed his perverted passion further.
With her flesh stripped bare he’d removed his own clothes and then lifted her off the floor so he was standing between her legs. He’d held her up with his hands gripping her buttocks, his fingers digging into the flesh of her cheeks. He’d lined himself up and rammed his cock inside of her vagina without any foreplay or caring about whether she was primed for sex. He knew he’d get off on fucking her dry and that was all that mattered to him. She was nothing more than a receptacle for his semen when he came inside of her, which he had within a few short minutes of fierce, intense, hard thrusting. She had whimpered the entire time, too afraid to outright cry, and when he came he waited until he was finished and then tossed her over toward the bed.
He checked the bedroom for any phones and not finding any he pulled open her underwear drawer. With two pair of panties he tied her wrists to the end-posts of the headboard and then left her there while he went in search of something to drink.
After he’d had several quick shots of tequila, the only alcohol she’d had in her apartment, evidently, he’d decided, so she could make margaritas, he’d gone back into the bedroom and stretched out on the bed beside her. As though the two were long-time lovers the rapist had stroked her flesh with his hands and kissed her body. Only instead of producing passionate yearning within his partner of the evening all he produced was revulsion and fear, which hadn’t been dispelled any when he’d placed his mouth over each of her nipples in turn and sucked on them crudely and then bit down on each one with his teeth – hard. She’d wanted to scream and almost had when he’d bit the first nipple, but he’d cuffed her with a back-handed swing along her temple and she’d quieted right away. He’d always marveled at how little convincing some women needed when they feared for their very lives.
Shortly after he’d begun his version of foreplay he’d untied her wrists and flipped her over onto her front. Pulling her up onto her knees he’d jammed his cock – erect once more – into her anus and begun pumping away. No preparation had been used in inserting his erection within her anus and so she had bled from the ripping and tearing of his organ, which had been far too large a thing to have shoved into a place that had never experienced anything of the sort.
Once more she’d begun to whimper and cry, but he had reached forward and slapped her on the side of her face – several times in succession – very hard – and she’d once again stifled her sounds of discomfort.
This time when he’d cum he’d pulled himself out of her ass just in time and stroked his cock with his hand while he shot his jism all over her lower back and ass. Then he’d unceremoniously wiped his cock on her buttocks and retied her wrists in that position while he went to get more shots of tequila.
He was in the process of raping her for the third time that night, still with her on her knees, but this time with his newly erect cock inside her vagina once again, this bout of “passion” taking the longest, since he’d cum twice already in so short a period. She had cried out twice in despair and sobbed, but his backhanding of her cheek put a quick stop to that sudden outburst. He was enjoying the feel of the warmth of her pussy as it wrapped around his dick when the bedroom window suddenly shattered inward. Shards of glass would have found their way to the bed where this sex criminal was engaged in his perfidious activities, but the curtains drawn over the windows had prevented the glass from traveling that far. Still, the unexpectedness of the exploding glass was enough to interfere with this rapist’s enjoyment and he’d fallen back from his victim as a large object streaked through the window that was no longer in place and was on top of him even faster than he had been on his victim at her front door earlier.
A sudden glow of pink gave this sexual predator his first inkling of just how severely he was about to be treated even before his eyes focused on the female who, in height and weight was far less than was he, held onto his wrists and had forced them back and over his head. She had shoved him across the bed and onto the floor on the other side of it and was straddling his body as she got right down into his face so close he could almost see her features through the glimmering pink haze that had been reported to always be in existence there.
“You enjoying yourself, punk?” Her words were quiet, but he could hear the intensity of them as she spoke, just as his words had been spoken the same way to his victim earlier. Her teeth were clenched and she spoke through gritted teeth – when she spoke, which wasn’t often. “I think your enjoyment just ended.”
She’d stood to her feet, lifting him off the floor in one quick, easy movement with her hands still clenched like vises about his forearms now. She threw him casually over her right shoulder and he was tossed as easily as a little girl’s rag doll, hitting the floor of the other side of the bed. Faster than he could catch his breath she was on top of him once again, only this time she was standing and had one foot planted firmly against his chest, keeping him pinned to the floor, while her other foot was planted firmly against his groin. He grunted, but the force of her standing on his chest prevented him from drawing a breath easily.
She pushed downward only once, her effort causing him to squeal in pain from both pressure points. A soft cracking sound issued forth from his chest and he knew she’d broken at least one rib. He whimpered in pain, but remained still, fearful she might do more damage than what she already had. Then she moved to the bed and untied the woman lying there, her sobs now soft, but no less intense for the mental and physical abuse she’d endured this night.
“Are you all right?” the female savior asked, turning the woman over onto her back and looking her all over, as though searching her flesh for any other forms of infliction other than the mostly mental pain this pervert had caused.
“No,” the woman whimpered, shaking her head. “He – raped me. Several – times.”
“I know,” the slightly built, though firmly muscled heroine spoke gently, caringly, one hand gently stroking the face of the victim before her. “But other than that..?”
“No. That was it. Please - don’t call the police?” The woman’s plea was heartfelt and almost completely silent. The heroine before her understood her anguish. She felt stupid for having let this predator into her home and therefore into her body. She felt not only violated, but as though she were to blame for his actions against her this night.
“Shhhh,” the glowing girl of gold and pink held the woman’s face in both hands, careful not to exert too much pressure. “It’s not your fault. You did nothing wrong. He’s a criminal, a predator. He does this to every woman he can. Don’t blame yourself.
“And don’t worry – I’m not taking him to the police.”
The golden-clad heroine enveloped in the pink glow turned from the woman on the bed and stooped over the perpetrator of this night’s criminal acts. In one easy motion she scooped him off the floor and tensed the muscles of both legs. With one solid flex of his calves she pushed off and carried the perp with her out through the window and into the night.
High up into the darkening sky she carried her captive, holding onto him with her hands gripping his biceps. Her grip was tight enough to keep him from falling from her grasp; it was also tight enough to cut off all circulation and pierce his flesh down to the bones beneath his muscles. He tried to scream, but the sudden upward movement placed undue pressure he’d never experienced before upon his lungs and he found it impossible to inhale or exhale. Panic set in and he found he fought to breathe, but to no avail.
Then she ceased her upward movement and the pressure was suddenly gone. The perp inhale deeply, sucking in large lungs-full of oxygen. Thankfully, too, since his eyes had begun popping out from lack of oxygen and he’d felt as though he was about to die. Soon he’d be wishing he already had.
“You enjoy yourself tonight?” The heroine changed her grip and had him once more by the forearms, holding them up above his head so his face was right before hers.
His body dangled in the air and he stupidly chanced a look down. Even in the darkness he could tell the buildings of the city were miles beneath them – or so it seemed to him. At any rate they were far too high in the sky for his taste.
“My God!” he screamed suddenly and did his best to push himself against her body, the only thing of substance close enough to him to grab hold of. She had his hands where he was unable to use them for securing himself to her, so he threw his legs about her body, clamping his ankles behind the back of her waist as best he could. That action brought is face up against her breasts and for the first time he realized how large her breasts were – how voluptuous they were – how temptingly delectable.
“You better enjoy this physical contact,” she said, her words stoic and quiet. “It’s the last you’ll ever have with a woman.
Suddenly her flesh buzzed and a jolt of electricity struck him right between the legs. His groin erupted in fire from the unexpected punch of power that had caused her body to glow an even brighter pink momentarily. Her effort had the desired effect and he released his hold with his legs, pulling them back away from her body.
She seized the opportunity and released the hold she had on his arms. Before the perv knew what had happened he found this heroine falling rapidly away from him, or to put it more accurately, his body was falling away from hers, since she no longer had hold of him and he had nothing else to keep him aloft in the open sky.
He plummeted so rapidly his life didn’t have enough time to flash before his eyes. Too soon the ground came up to meet him and his body splattered, causing a mess that spread out as far as the small alley he’d landed in would allow it to, which wasn’t much. Within minutes the dogs that roamed the streets of the city at night had caught the scent of fresh meat and swarmed the alley, eating the chunks of flesh large enough to eat and licking up those that weren’t. Before morning there wouldn’t be enough of the perp left for anyone to recognize as having once been a human being. The police would never be called and no one would investigate this as a crime scene. The perp being who he was, no one would ever report him as missing. His landlord would simply clear out his apartment and rent it out to someone else without a second thought over his disappearance. It happened all the time in this neighborhood.
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Chapter Two
“I’m here to pick up a evidence in a shooting that took place on Lower Walton Street three nights back.” The rugged man dressed in faded, ripped denim jeans and faded brown T-shirt stood before the front desk of the police station. He had a leather jacket over his shirt and his beard stubble displayed the fact that he hadn’t shaved in at least a couple of days. The desk sergeant looked him over carefully, not certain he approved of detectives having hair that reached down past their collars and looked like it hadn’t been combed recently, before replying.
“You are?” Sergeant Bulgari had been in the job too long to let just anyone waltz into his precinct and try to get past him without identifying himself.
“Detective Sam Keenan, from the Seventeenth.” He withdrew his ID case and displayed it for the sergeant to look over, which he did, carefully, before nodding his head.
“Take a left, down the hall to the first right, elevator to the fourth floor. See Dolan.” The detective’s request answered, the sergeant went back to his computer screen and the phone calls coming in to his desk. Detective Sam Bulgari paused only momentarily before following the directions he’d been given. A few minutes later the elevator opened out onto a floor that had more activity on it than he usually saw out on the streets in one of the rougher neighborhoods. Naturally the desk sergeant hadn’t bothered to tell him which office or lab to enter to locate this “Dolan” character. He stood in front of the elevators, trying to make a decision when a slight girl of about five feet tall, her body so thin she could’ve been blown away in a stiff wind, stuck her head out the door of the room almost directly across from him.
“Anything I can help you with?” She had her head stuck out in the doorway from one side of it, but as she queried the stranger, though she found him handsome enough, she brought her body in line with her head. That was when Bulgari noticed how thin she was. As flat as a board, too. His eyes didn’t make even one full scan of her body as he focused in on her. Bulgari was used to women that had fuller figures. Much fuller figures. This one had none at all.
“Ah, yeah, Detective Sam Bulgari, Seventeenth Precinct. I’m here to…”
“Got your evidence right here, Detective,” the girl vanished back inside the room. Bulgari hesitated only briefly before following her. She had moved over to one of the tables occupying the room, which Bulgari could tell was a lab, what with all the expensive and fancy equipment placed on nearly every square inch of surface on the tables. He could see the girl from the back now and he realized she actually did have a bit of a shape to her, but not much. Her ass at least was shaped like a small, inverted heart, the perfect shape for an ass, just smaller than he usually liked. She put on a fresh pair of rubber gloves before picking up a plastic bag and sealing the zip-lock at the top, then taped the seal and signed it. As she turned toward Bulgari she said, “Mind showing me some ID?”
“You’re Dolan?” he asked, only slightly quizzical.
“One and only,” she quipped. “That ID?”
Bulgari smiled off to one side of his mouth. “Shouldn’t you have asked me for that before picking up the evidence? What if I wasn’t who I said I was and had somehow gotten past the personnel downstairs?” He withdrew his ID case as he said all this and held it out for Dolan to inspect. Once she’d satisfied herself she dropped the bag onto the tabletop and walked around the table to several small boxes set off to one side. She picked one up and carried it over, handing it to the detective.
Bulgari looked from the box to the bag on the table and cocked an eyebrow.
“That’s a fake,” Dolan smirked. “In case the person asking isn’t who he claims to be. Someone grabs the ‘evidence’ I hand over and runs for it they won’t get twenty feet away from this lab, which is where the sensors are for the trigger in the bag, before the contents explode, sending off a shockwave strong enough to stun the perp until the city’s finest can collect him from the floor and take him into a cell, wearing handcuffs.”
“Guess you’re…” Bulgari bit off his words before he could finish.
“Smarter than I look? People tend to underestimate a woman who looks like an eleven-year old, Detective. It’s not the first time I’ve heard that line.”
“I didn’t mean anything by it…”
“No one ever does, Detective. Anything else I can do for you?”
“Ah, no. Thanks, again, Dolan.” Bulgari turned to leave.
“Rhia,” Dolan said and Bulgari turned and looked at her.
“Pardon?”
“Rhia’s my name. Rhiannon Dolan. Dolan’s my dad, a lieutenant with the Fourth, or my brother Dan, a detective with the Fourteenth, or my brother Evan, an officer with the Twelfth. Me, I’m Rhia. Lab rat by day.”
“And by night?” Bulgari’s twisted smile was back on his face.
“You don’t want to know, Detective,” Dolan grinned as though she was telling the truth.
“Sam,” Bulgari said. Dolan cocked an eyebrow this time and then nodded.
“Sam, not Detective or even Bulgari. I’ll remember that – Sam.”
He gave her a two-finger salute and smiling, headed back to the elevator.
Dolan leaned back against the table and puffed her breath out. Damn. Sometimes it was hard keeping her personas straight. Especially when she eyed a guy she’d like to bang. Hard. But Rhia Dolan was a mousy girl; someone no man in his right mind would go on a date with. Rhia was a geeky lab rat who spent all her time studying when she wasn’t at work in the lab there at the police station.
She turned and picked up a bag with evidence in it. A handgun used in a murder just yesterday. Dolan cut the seal on the bag, opened it and extracted the weapon. She held the gun up before her face and stared at it. A slight pinkish glow emanated from her eyes and changed into what appeared to be sparkly bits of electricity that flowed from her eyes to the weapon, enveloping it as she turned it in her hands.
There were plenty of fingerprints on this gun and her specialized vision analyzed each one, classifying them as belonging to two separate people. With the best prints from each person firmly in her mind she set the gun down, walked over to a computer screen and ran the fingerprint analysis algorithm at its highest speed. Prints from every felon in the state began flashing by at tremendous speed until several minutes later Dolan stabbed a key on the keyboard and the screen paused on a single set of prints.
She went back to the gun, selected the print she needed, lifted an impression of it from the weapon and placed it on a print card. She then printed out the set of prints from the screen and placed them along with the one she’d taken from the gun inside a bag and sealed it with the evidence number on the seal from the original bag the weapon had been in.
She smiled as she considered how much faster it was performing her job with the powers form her other persona. Glitter was the one who was exotic and fun and had more than enough sex appeal and personality. That was the persona the world saw, not the one of her in the police forensics lab. That was the way she had to keep it, too.
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After the sun went down Rhia Dolan was out on the streets of the city, only she wasn’t there as Rhiannon Dolan, but as her more voluptuous self, as Glitter, the superheroine who had made her first appearance only three months ago when she’d saved a cop from being killed while making an arrest of several drug dealers making a large quantity sale. She smiled when she reflected back on that first bust and thought about how she hadn’t even learned the cop’s name that night, though she had heard about it the next day at work. It had been the same undercover detective who had walked into her lab earlier that day, Sam Bulgari. That was why she had pulled the stunt on him with the stun-bag she’d rigged up in case she ever got a smartass who came into her lab. She had almost hoped he’d tried pulling a fast one just so she could’ve seen his face when he woke up after being stunned by her “evidence”.
Glitter stood atop a building downtown. Below her she watched as several men entered a door to the building through the alley running next to it. The building had been closed for business for several hours, but she’d marked it as being that used by a gang running drugs. She walked several feet inward from the edge of the building and directed her unique powers toward the roof. A dazzling display of electrons sparkled and poured forth from her, entering the roof and making their way down through the building until they showed her the men who had just entered. The men walked down a hallway and into a large office where several more men were already seated. Her glittering particles of power allowed her to hear as well as see what was going on inside the office.
“This the guy looking to make a buy?” The man sitting in the chair behind the desk in the office was the one speaking. It was obvious he was in charge.
“Mac,” the man said, nodding his head by way of introducing himself. No hands were offered for shaking. It wasn’t that kind of transaction.
“My boy here says he vouches for you, Mac,” the head man leaned back in his chair and steepled his fingers before his belly, which held more than a slight paunch. “You known Benny long?”
“A little while,” Mac shrugged and nodded. We ran together a few years back. Know a few of the same guys in stir.”
“That so?” The head man sat up in his chair, then nodded his head as though accepting as legitimate what he’d been told. “So you got the cash?”
“Right here.” Mac lifted a gym bag and set it on top of the desk. He unzipped it and pushed it over for the head man to inspect.
“Looks like it’s all here,” the head man closed the bag after leafing through the bundles of cash stacked inside. “This guy been searched?” he looked at his two men who had accompanied Mac into the building, one of them being the “Benny” referred to earlier. They looked at their boss, then at each other and it was obvious neither of them had done their jobs correctly. “Do it.” The head man opened the top drawer of his desk and withdrew a handgun. He leveled it at Mac’s chest as his men moved in to search this man they’d escorted into their boss’s office.
“What the fuck?” Mac lifted his hands as he was patted down and his shirt unbuttoned so he could be inspected for a wire.
“Can’t be too careful these days,” the head man smiled. “Too many undercover cops, and crooks looking to make a deal for something they got pinched for.”