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Sacrosanct Ch. 01

By: KharisLeaf82



She got out of the ambulance and helped wheel the girl through the doors of the Roxcy Bolton Rape Treatment Center. But, as Detective Hawkins was doing this, her mind was going back to the scene.

Rory Hawkins wasn't supposed to be out there. This girl was supposed to have been arrested on a drunk and disorderly. But, when she said the magic word, "rape", it drew Det. Hawkins out and away from a good movie with a potential girlfriend. So she arrived at Bayfront Park, and spoke to the suspect-cum-victim identified as Nathalia DeOca. She was a little shaken, and her words a little slurry, but it sounded pretty simple. 

She had met up at the Hotel Intercontinental with her Sociology classmate, a football player at UofM. She showed him a paper she had written for him, had a couple glasses of wine, and had consensual oral sex. From there it got strange. Nathalia said that the football player, Kevin Wilkins, had overwhelmed her and forced sex with her on the couch. 

While telling Det. Hawkins this, Kevin Wilkins showed up and was held back by Det. Rojas, Rory's partner. Damn, Hawkins thought. This guys career and life is over if Rojas gets a hold of this guy. She left Nathalia with the EMT then went over to join Rojas with Wilkins. "What seems to be the trouble here?"

"Nothing." Wilkins said sullenly.

"Yeah, right." Detective Vanessa Rojas rolled her eyes. She'd seen his type before. 

"Hey, Rojas. Go take a statement from Ms. DeOca, alright?" She leaned into Wilkins and sat next to him on the hood of her car. She turned her attention to him. "So, what happened?"

"She was fine, Officer – I mean, Detective. She was cool about sucking my dick, and then she had more to drink. Like, a lot. Then I went down on her, but she didn't cum. Then she said she wanted to fuck, and I really wasn't down with that, Detective... I wasn't. Sucking my cock, any chick can do that. Eating pussy, I'm even down with that. But sex? Nahhh, I don't do that unless she's special. Then it just got wrong."

"Wrong?"

"Detective, she jumped me. I'm not lying. I still had my pants off, my thing was still hard, and she got on top of me on the couch. She held me down and took herself some. I was trying to push her off. It got a little rough, I admit it, but I didn't wanna have sex with her. And she's talking to me while she's riding me."

This definitely was new, after 3 years in Sex Crimes. Female on male rape. Damn. "What did she say, Mr. Wilkins?"

"That I should be loving that Latina pussy, and I should be beating her shit up the way I ate it up earlier. She was holding my hands so I couldn't push her off. I finally got my hands free, and pushed her off and told her to get the fuck out. I didn't wanna hit her, because I'd be in worse trouble than I already was in. So, I told her to leave." He leaned back, looking at his sandal-clad feet. "Should have never invited her ass up there. Just me being stupid, I guess."

It was an unusual story, and oddly enough, she believed him. Though he was a man, she could tell there was some element of the vulnerability and inner hurt of someone who was violated. 

"So, you're saying you're the one who was raped?" Wilkins nodded.

"I guess."

Rory sighed, then handed him her card. "That will be VERY hard to prove, but - -I'm gonna hate myself - -I believe you and I'll see what I can do. No promises, but, I'll do what I can do."

She returned to Rojas, where she was dabbing Nathalia's eyes. Great, she's got her on her side. Detective Hawkins sized up the small woman in front of her. Skinny women were never her type, but she saw rumpled hair, streaked blonde, peeking out from an angelic face. Her shoulders sticking out at right angles from a halter top paired with a short skirt. Stilettos?

Rory ventured a "So, were you invited up to Kevin's room?" Vanessa shot her a look and motioned for her to step aside. "What?"

"How DARE you question her on that?" Rojas hissed. Oh, shit. Here we go again.

"On WHAT? I think it's pertinent in the light of Wilkins' story."

"The suspect, you mean."

"Wait; if anyone's the suspect, it's her. She was about to be arrested for a D&D when she said the magic word. Just because she's one of us doesn't mean she's incapable of lying?"

"What woman would lie about rape?"

"What man would lie about BEING raped?" Rojas' jaw dropped

"You've got to be kidding. That's the best story he could come up with? It is original, I have to admit."

"Why is it you assume if it has a penis it's lying?"

"I'm just saying that ...a woman cannot rape a man."

Rory crossed her arms and stared straight at Rojas. Two can play your weak-ass game. "They said that about married women. Listen to what the man has to say. I'll talk to-" here she sighed, "the victim, and we'll compare notes."

And she was back to the inside of an ambulance, listening to Nathalia, yet not listening. Nathalia was sobbing, but there were no tears, her shoulders shaking. This chick was full of bullshit. But, how would she handle that? She rolled Nathalia into the examination room and leaned against the wall outside with her notebook and her thoughts. She took out her cell phone and decided to call Yvonne to see if she had decided to leave her house and go home; it was a wasted night, after all. Rory dialed her home and after two rings, a sleepy voice answered, "Hello?"

"Yvonne? Why didn't you go home, babe?"

"Eh, it's Friday. I had a choice. Go home, masturbate. Or wait till you came home and greet my favorite cop after she's done pervert busting by doing some perverted things of my own."

Rory raised an eyebrow and could feel the slightest hint of moisture build up in her panties. "Well, you put some coffee and Sade' on, and wait for me. I should only be another hour, and when I get home, you won't need coffee to keep you awake." Rory smiled and hung up. Women. That "only women can understand other women" thing is bullshit, but sometimes, she scored.

She could visualize Yvonne. Bitch probably already found her secret drawer in her bathroom, which contained some porn DVDs, a vibrating dildo and some lube. She's probably going nuts on herself right now. She imagined her lying on her bed, her legs spread, stroking her wet pussy in expectation of Rory's arrival. Rory's mouth instinctively started watering at the thought.

"Hey, Kitty." Rory looked up. It was Darryl. Darryl wasn't even supposed to be in this part of the hospital. Dr. Darryl Loughlin was a cardiologist at Jackson Memorial Hospital. The two had become acquainted over a poisoning case six months ago, and had built of a friend with benefits type of relationship. Rory knew Darryl wanted more, but, she just couldn't do that yet. Not with what was waiting for her at home. And Darryl could tell with her smile. "You've got that devious smile. What's her name?"

"Geez, Darryl." Rory looked a little annoyed. 

"You're gonna tell me anyway."

"Her name's Yvonne. She works at the Delano."

"That pretty Korean girl?"

"Yup, one and the same." She smiled devilishly.

"You stud you. If I wasn't on call, I'd feel jealous."

"Feh. You know you're married to your job and the Loughlin fortune will be going to JMH when you die." She kissed him on the cheek and inhaled his scent. How can a man work so much in a hospital and not smell like one? She pulled away, giving his flame red hair a stroke. "Alright, I gotta finish up with this girl and then get back to the station. I'll call you, k?"

Darryl rubbed the back of his neck. Rory was good about calling, after all. "Okay, and I'll be off for the next three days, so I think I can pencil you in," he said with a wink.

Rory returned to the station and found Rojas, upset. "I still say his story is bullshit. But I can't just arrest him on it. But, I'm thinking about calling and giving a heads up to campus police--"

"No. Accused means ain't nothing been settled yet. And if he's convicted, that boneheaded, politically motivated act can over turn it."

"Why are you defending him? You of all people--"

"Vanessa, you're thinking with your pussy. I'm thinking with my brain. And I think we're pretty much done here, since you took a statement and told him to not leave town. And since the Hurricanes have a home game this week, I think we can bed this one for the night and come back to it in the morning, since I have some overtime to work on."

And with that, Rory Hawkins clocked out.

It's amazing how quickly one can drive if one is motivated. It was 3am, and Rory was quite motivated. She got to her Dadeland condo. Good. Yvonne's car was still there. She parked and smoothed her hair and checked her make up, then locked down her car and walked up the stairs. She unlocked and opened the door into her apartment. The smell of coffee and jasmine hit her nose and complimented the music in the background.

There's a quiet storm /and it never felt like this before /There's a quiet storm That is you/There's a quiet storm /And it never felt this hot before/Giving me something that's taboo / (Sometimes I think you're just too good for me)

 

She saw Yvonne leaning on the doorframe to her bedroom, naked. The curves of her pale body stood out golden and harmonized with the wood of the frame. Rory smiled, and slid her jacket and shoulder holster off. Yvonne met her in the middle of the room and kissed Rory on the lips with serious longing. Rory felt her negative tension melt away and the sweet, otherworldly tension of sex replace it as she placed her hands on Yvonne's warm breasts and caressed the already hard nipples then bent down to suck as Yvonne unbuttoned Rory's blouse and undid her bra. She rewarded Yvonne for her quick work with a gentle bite to her nipple as she reached in between her legs and began to stroke Yvonne, now thoroughly soaked. Rory tasted Yvonne on her fingers then got to her feet and leaned on the door frame, her jeans unbuttoned. Rory finally pulled them off and walked to the bedroom and felt Yvonne's hands on her hips, pulling her panties down. Rory tripped and fell on top of the bed, Yvonne on top of her. 

They kept kissing as Yvonne finally removed Rory's panties and reached in between her thighs, and ran two fingers down her silky slit, and Rory did the same as she felt the sensation melt her from the inside out with a shiver. Yvonne kissed her way across Rory's breasts, taking each in her mouth, sucking the nipple and popping off with a flick. Rory then slid her wet fingers into Yvonne's pussy. She then sat up and started riding Rory's fingers, holding onto her breast with one hand, and pulling at Rory's nipple with the other. Rory raised an eyebrow and penetrated her deeper while using her thumb on her clit. Yvonne gave an almost feline yowl of pleasure and crawled up Rory's body, eventually settling her crotch on Rory's face, and then turned to spread Rory's thighs, tasting and teasing her. The warmth of Yvonne's mouth and tongue on and between her labia was only spurring Rory on to capture and suck on her clit more. This was gonna be a hell of a night.

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Darryl returned to the Cardiology ward, nursing a jealous hard on. That woman got more pussy than I ever did, he thought. But it wasn't the women that Rory had that brought the jealous flash to his greenish eyes, it was Rory herself. He knew she liked him and really enjoyed his company, but part of her was like some of wild horses he saw as a kid growing up on his family's land in Oklahoma. Untamed, just flat out untamed. But, he noticed that she was pretty upright and honest in her dealings with people. Her honesty was what he first noticed. After a series of quickie lunches at the McDonalds on the first floor of the hospital and a lunchtime walk between shifts, Darryl asked her out on a real date. He had taken her out to a show at Jackie Gleason. Box seats, dinner at The Forge. She had something to say over dinner.

"Dr. Loughlin –Darryl. You've been really kind for all you've done. And believe me, I like you too. But, I will tell you something VERY personal." She put her hand over his. "I'm bi. I tell the men I date this because I don't want trouble, and I don't want an 'I didn't know' speech."

"Well," he smiled, "you're not gonna get one from me." They went back to her apartment and didn't even have intercourse; they had lain next to one another on her bed as they explained themselves. Yes, she sometimes did threesomes. But it was only with a girl of her choosing. They kissed a little. He loved the way Rory kissed, using her whole mouth and pressing herself close to him. She was still in the purple satin dress she wore that night, and pressed his head to her chest, feeling the softness of the satin against his cheek. Rory reached around him and undid his pants, sliding her hand into his boxers. He looked up and her eyes were wide.

Thinking back over it, Darryl smiled. Rory's surprise was poorly camouflaged. But it did turn him on to know that he was the biggest a girl had. He sat in his office chair and pulled his scrubs and boxers down and started to masturbate. He stared down at his member, and closed his eyes, and kept a thumb on the underside of his head as he stroked his shaft progressively faster, reliving what Rory did to him after she got over her initial reaction.

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"Darryl, that cannot be your cock I'm touching. I'm sorry, I know you're a big boy, but there is no way--" Rory started laughing. She sat up and unbuttoned his pants. Darryl stood at the side of the bed, his hand on Rory's thigh. Rory looked up at him, and then pulled his boxers down. "Mother of GOD. . ." 

Rory was not a size queen, not by any long shot. She was orally fixated and would pick a whirlwind tongue over huge meat any day, but at she stared at Darryl's swollen member. It had to be about eight and a half inches, maybe a little fewer than four around. Rory took it in her hands and started to stroke his penis, softly touching it, and occasionally flicking it with her tongue. 

"Hold on." Darryl then sat down on the bed as Rory stretched out, and reached for the matching satin wrap from her dress, and started to stroke his shaft with it while sucking on the head - -it just felt so good. She swirled the fabric around him in concert with her tongue. He didn't touch her, he just smiled as he watched her work, especially the way she would flick her tongue. He wondered which woman had she figured that out on, and he started to visualize Rory down on a woman. It was hot, very hot. But watching her, he could tell her focus was solely on working on his dick over. Her hands circled over the cloth and jerked him off faster. He felt his balls contract, and he couldn't stop it as he gushed cum all over Rory's lips and chin. Rory licked her lips, then got up and got a towel.

Sacrosanct Ch. 02



Having climaxed, and finding the sun up, Dr. Darryl Loughlin pulled up his scrubs, took a shower, changed into street clothes and got into his truck and drove down to the port to take the car ferry back to his Fisher Island condo. He rarely got to go home, though he did live close. But, it just seemed unreasonable to ask the harbormaster to rouse the ferryman at 4am on a Saturday morning. While he may have been an heir to a $90 Million cattle and ranching fortune, his parents told him to respect those that weren't as fortunate. While some of his contemporaries were off spending their parent's money in Ibiza and partying in San Tropez, he decided to join the Navy after finishing medical school. His parents gave him their Fisher Island condo after he honorably discharged from the Navy. He took it as encouragement to keep working in the public service, and Jackson Memorial Hospital was the perfect place for him. He went from general practice to Cardiology and even taught a class or two. All of that didn't leave much time for a personal life, which is why he welcomed the idea of a relationship with Rory Hawkins. She didn't know about his money, and for now that was quite the way he liked it. He didn't want someone slobbering all over him while reaching for his wallet, or fucking him and seeing dollar signs instead of his eyes. His view of the Miami skyline was interrupted. Here comes trouble, he thought.

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Rory liked working Saturday mornings. The station was quiet, and after that night with Yvonne, she needed calm and quiet to accent the glow she was feeling. The Hurricanes game was not until 7pm, so it left her some time to make some phone calls to the classmates of both the victim and the suspect.

She found that Wilkins was quite the partier, as was DeOca. They didn't know one another, but one or two of DeOca's friends said she was pretty star struck by the football players, infatuated, even. That was not uncommon at UofM, and Rory was unfazed. She was about to resign herself to going down to Coral Gables by herself to check with the sociology professor when Vanessa came in. "Lets go."

"Alright, where are we going?"

"We are going to the interview room to talk to someone who's gonna talk some sense into you about this guy. I did some digging of my own while at the scene. I talked to a cocktail waitress and a room service clerk. The cocktail waitress said that he'd tried to force herself on him before last night."

"Ok. Anything else?" She made the hand motion for her to proceed. Det. Rojas was getting more exited.

"I think this is enough to at least bring him in for more questioning. Listen at least to what she has to say."

"Alright, and after that, I'm picking up the record check and going the hell home." Rory walked to the interview room with Vanessa following. Inside she found an older, but pretty woman staring at the ceiling. Vanessa Rojas stood as Rory sat across from her subject. "Ok, what happened to you on Friday night?"

She darted her eyes from right to left, then looked Rory in the eye. "I saw him come in. He was a little drunk, but then asked for a shot of Courvoisier, and put a $50 down on the table. He smacked my ass as I walked away. After I served him, he asked me what I was doing for the rest of the night; I said the same thing I'm doing now. He asked me if I could blow work to come up to his room. When I said no, he broke the glass on the floor and walked out."

Rojas leaned against the wall, a look of triumph on her face. Rory knew her advocacy for Wilkins had taken a hit, but there was still something, Rory thought as she focused on the woman and not her partner.

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Darryl looked away, but it was too late. Paris had seen him, and was zeroing in on her quarry. "Hey, Doctor Boy."

"Good day. I admit I'm not much for conversation after the night I've had."

"Why, which nurse did you fuck?"

Darryl rolled his eyes. This was the kind of person that gave rich people like him a bad name, he thought to himself with a slight bit of amusement. He'd met Paris at a charity party, where he helped her up from the floor, where she was passed out drunk, legs spread, pussy just out and seen to the world. From then on, she wanted to see if she could lure him into her bed. He was hunky enough, but her trouble was that he had a brain, and it was on Rory.

"I didn't fuck anyone. I had to replace a pacemaker, aid in an open heart surgery and talk to someone who has a choice between getting surgery and dying, but can't get the transplant. I had to comfort a grieving mother who lost her son to a sudden, unexplained heart attack. So no, no fucking for me tonight."

Paris was a little floored. "Ew. So you were covered with blood and stuff? That IS kinda hot when you think about it."

Darryl walked away, and thankfully, the boat moored. As he got to his truck, he passed Paris again. "Well, Doctor - -I'll see you tonight. It's that huge Nick Buonocotti thing. I normally don't do these things, but M is DJing at Tantra, so I just couldn't miss it."

Darryl got in the truck, stunned. Shit! I forgot totally about this! He thought. I can't go stag to this thing again. That may get some dowager setting me up with her dumbass grand niece or something. He quickly called Rory on his cell phone.

"Sak pase, Rory here." He responded in kind.

"Bonjour, Mon petit ami. Ca va?"

"Bien. What's up?"

"Are you free, Kitty? I need your help."

"Yeah . . . I just got off work. What's the Emergency?"

He thought it over, now would be a good time as any to let her into his home and deeper into his life. "No, not really. Take the ferry to Fisher Island and I'll meet you at the port."

There was a pause. "Fisher Island? You can't just traipse onto Fisher Island."

"I know. I live there. Call me when you're on the boat, and tell them you are there as a guest of Dr. Darryl Loughlin." Rory was quiet. "You there, Kitty Cat?"

"Yeah. I'll be there. But, FISHER ISLAND?"

"I'll explain later. Just be there."

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Rory hung up. Fisher Island? What in all fired hell was going on here? She just thought that Darryl was an ordinary guy, like all the other doctors and night creatures she encountered in her job. Like many Miami natives, she knew it took serious money to live on Fisher Island. Hm, so the man had money. She eased her car onto the ferry and walked out to the bow. God, I must radiate "poor" to these people, she thought. She took a soda out her book bag and drank slowly. 

She got down into the auto hold, and into her three-door coupe, tucked away from a seeming fleet of Benzes, Hummers, and Beemers. One woman paused to ask, "Are you sure you're in the right place?"

Just in time, her cell phone buzzed. "Yes, Dr. Loughlin?" At that moment, the woman's face turned a little red. "Yeah, I'm here, Darryl." Rory got into the car, and drove onto the dock, where she saw Darryl; standing next to . . . 

"Darryl, is that what I think it is?"

"It's my other car."

"Your other car is a fucking Aston Martin Vanquish."

"Yes, it is. Get in, please, Kitty." Rory got in, stunned. The beige leather was soft against her; it seemed to hold like a glove. Darryl put her book bag in the trunk and got in. 

Rory thought, and they arrived at Darryl's condo long before she said something. Finally, she spoke. "Ok, you're richer than a lot of people. Is this the only reason I'm here?"

Darryl shook his head as he poured her a glass of grape juice. "No. There's a major to do for the Miami Project to Cure Paralysis at Tantra tonight, that I needed a date for." He sat down. "You're the only person I could think of to accompany me."

"I'm flattered. So, why did you ask me to leave my dress behind?"

"Because we have an appointment with the Vera Wang salon." He put his hands on her shoulders and kissed her on the neck. Rory put her hand over his, and then removed it.

"WHAT?"

Darryl sighed. "I want you to look your absolute best." He kissed her neck again. Rory could feel her heartbeat quicken, and she quickly took a sip of the juice. The sweet taste only amplified the brush of his lips over her skin. She settled into Darryl's chest, cradling his hands into hers. 

"Dr. Darryl Laughlin, why are you starting with me when you said there would be an appointment?"

"Because I said WITH. Vera Wang outfitted my sisters wedding. Our family spent a pretty penny on the dresses alone. And when you do that, sometimes, they come straight over to your place, especially if you ask nice."

"You asked nice?" Rory hid her surprise with a bemused smile.

"With a cherry on top." He moved around her and kissed her again on the lips. Rory kissed him back, laying her head on his chest, settling into his embrace. Darryl stroked her cheek, and then laid her onto the couch. The suede on the couch felt soft to Rory as she started to stroke Darryl's hair. She smiled. Darryl was always easy to spot in a crowd, being 6'3", but that RED HAIR, his crowning glory, is what seemed to be the foundation of his charm. He kneeled next to her and soulfully kissed her. Rory felt the softness of his lips and the warmth of his tongue and she unbuttoned his shirt, exposing his freckled, but well toned chest. 

"Make love to me, Darryl." She kissed him again. She was feeling something from her soul from this man, something that had built. Though she had had a very lovely woman in her bed a previous night, she did think something was needed. She wanted to make sure Darryl was it. She slipped off her jacket, finally, and put it on the arm of the couch. She sat up in front of Darryl as he tugged her shirt out of her jeans and off her, over her head. He kissed down her neck, gently running his tongue down the front of her neck. She wrapped her legs around his waist and could feel him stir as he unfastened her bra and he felt her hard nipples graze against his chest. Darryl moved his lips down her chest, letting his hands cup her breasts and gently stroke them. Rory reached down to unbutton Darryl's pants, but he shook his head.

"Not yet." With that he gently laid her further back on the sofa and started to undo Rory's jeans, raising her hips as he peeled them off her, and ran his hands up her smooth, toned legs up to soft thighs and what lay between them, currently covered by a pair rapidly moistening satin panties. Rory slid them off and tossed them off to the side, but her throw was a little more forceful, and she giggled as they landed on a dining chair.  

"Is that where you want it, Kitty?"

Rory leaned back on the couch, swung her leg over Darryl's head, got up off the couch, walked over to the solid wood table, hopped up on it and sat down, her legs spread. "I think I'd want it here." 



Sacrosanct Ch. 03



Vanessa was busy working on other cases that had not been cleared, but her mind was still on the Wilkins case. Rory normally could be tough on a rapist, she had seen it. At first, she thought it was because it was out of loyalty to a fellow U of M alum, but now she was unsure. Maybe now was a good time to pay Nathalia DeOca a visit. She drove down to Coral Gables and knocked at DeOca's door. It was answered by a blonde, pale waif named Lauren. After some small talk, Vanessa asked, "So, how has Nathalia been holding up?"

"Holding up from what?" Lauren genuinely looked clueless.

"What happened to her last night?"

"Oh, my god. She went and did it. That crazy bitch."

Vanessa felt a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. This couldn't be possible. There was no way. "Went and did WHAT?"

Laurens face blanched a little as she started to speak. "She had a whole plan, her and Janet and Taylor."

"What was that plan?"

"They just wanted bank, that's all. And they each wanted to get a way to make some. Nathalie will probably drop this – I can't believe I'm talking about it – only to bring it up again if Wilkins turns pro. She'll black mail him, probably. The NFL has OJ, they don't want Kobe, and so he'll probably give her what she wants."

"Why are you telling me this?"

"I don't know." She looked down at the coffee table. "I guess I don't want to see someone get fucked over."

"I see. What are the other girl's plans?"

"Well, they don't tell ME anything. But I do know that Taylor is going to some shindig at Tantra. She's fucking crazy. Her dad's this doctor at Jackson, and she's thinking about getting herself knocked up by this Cardiologist that led her cousin's rotation out there. Says he's hot too."

"I see. I'll look into it."

There was some other small talk, and then Rojas left the apartment, sat in her car and cried. Damn her, Rory was right. I shouldn't have given her such a hard time. Maybe I should kick this bitch's ass and make it up for Rory for what a cunt I've been, Rojas thought.

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Rory lay down on the table, and put her leg on Darryl's shoulder, tightening up and feeling his fingers penetrate her as his tongue danced over her clit and inner lips. She looked down and met his gaze and could see his tongue as it moved side to side over her clitoris. She was entwining her fingers in his hair, and let out a high pitched moan as she felt his fingers curl inside her. She licked her lips and cupped her breast tightly as he wrapped his lips around her clit and began to suck. "Oh, my GOD - -Darryl! It feels so good!"

And different. Many times while having sex with a man, she would flashback whatever female conquest was accessible to her memory. But not with Darryl. He didn't allow her mind to wander as he exchanged his fingers for his tongue inside her. That slippery, but sublime feeling was beginning to make her surrender to him. He was swirling his tongue inside her, then added a finger inside her to rub against that spot. She pulled him closer with her legs and found herself thrusting on his face then finally letting go and climaxing. But she knew he wasn't done. He kissed her and she licked his lips, tasting herself on her, and she could feel him wriggle out of his boxers. She braced herself for the weight on top of her, but was surprised at his request. 

"Can you get off the table for me, Rory?" It was that soft, gentle clinical suggestion, and then he offered his hand. Rory slid off the table as Darryl ran his fingers down her back, giving her a shiver. "You know, this is the first time I've seen you naked. Let me look at you." Rory turned around as Darryl slowly devoured her with his eyes. When she turned her back, he wrapped his arms around her, gently getting her to bend over the table as he moved her hair aside and started kissing the back of her neck as he stroked his member, feeling it swell to a rare near nine inches. Rory definitely got something going in him. She felt what he wanted and moved her leg up a little, giving Darryl easier access to her waxed snatch as he slowly moved his swollen cock into her.

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Emile Stahl contended with the trunk full of dresses that she was supposed to bring to unit 1017. She didn't live on Fisher Island, but she spent enough time there to know that the occupant of said unit was a bachelor. So, why the need for the finery? She got the call while finishing up a bridal party at Bal Harbor. She was familiar with the concept of a premium customer and the Loughlins were it. She then wondered if the woman she had brought these size 9 dresses with 37-26-38 measurements for was the brunette who had come to the shop with a crowd of her friends. Those spoiled UofM students were hellish, tossing and nearly tearing dresses, and making unreasonable demands of her staff for dress alterations in time for the benefit at Tantra. The brunette stood out, asking her friends if it gave enough of a show of her boobs or if her nipples showed. They didn't buy anything. She erased the thought. From what she had heard, that Loughlin guy was picky, so the girl he was bringing was DEFINITELY top drawer.

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"Oh, GOD, Darryl!!" Rory held onto his hands as he eased his penis inside her. She had been with men before, but this was entirely new to her. Darryl saw his knuckles turn from red to white as he got his entire dick inside her. "OOoHHH, YES!" 

"Think I can get a hand free?" Darryl whispered in Rory's ear.

"Yea, I think so." Darryl moved his hand against her stomach, but Rory then lifted it up and kissed it, sucking two fingers. Darryl remained still, not wanting to hurt Rory any. She then moved his hands between her legs and started to rub her clit with her guidance. He saw that as the go ahead to slowly slide in and out of her. She was tight and slick and she felt so good. At first Darryl's dick hurt to her, but Rory slowly began to fall into the rhythm of sex, pushing back up against Darryl as he touched deep within her with every thrust, and giving encouraging moans to his fingers against her clit and his lips against the back of her neck, licking and kissing slowly. She hadn't felt like this, so filled with such a huge member and knowing how to use it. She could actually feel his cock move INSIDE HER. Darryl could hear her surprised moan and knew the PC exercises had come in handy. But he also could tell she was close, and she was trying to hold on to it. He willed himself to twitch his dick once, twice more inside her and he heard it build up like a growl.

"Ohh, Jesus, Darryl. I'm CUMMING, GOD ALMIGHTY, DAMN YOU!" That powerful yell with an equally powerful squeeze and contraction was enough for him to cum inside her and he put his hands on the table to keep from collapsing. He gave her shoulder a loving bite and her ass a gentle swat as he cradled her in his arms. He had made love to her once, and he wanted to do it again.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Detective Rojas drove back to the station with her notes and began to think over all that she had heard. A lot of it had run so counter to everything she thought she knew about men and women and where they stood. She had always thought that women were powerless in the face of male oppression and discrimination, and exacted their revenge against strong women in a violent manner. Non-violence was not always good, and sometimes it could be used against a violent person to their detriment. And that was what Nathalia DeOca had done. She had taken advantage of Wilkins' strength. She looked back at her notes. A gig at Tantra, huh? Maybe she could get the department to cover this whole thing, if she could catch Taylor in the act.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Emile Stahl knocked at the door and looked back apologetically at the doorman's assistant, who had brought up the trunk full of dresses. At the second knock, a man's voice answered, "I'm coming!" The door opened and a tall redheaded man stood at the door. "Come in – what was your name?"

"Emile Stahl. I'm the Stylist and Seamstress with Vera Wang that you asked for." "Ah. Ok. Well, come in. Hey, Kitty, the stylist is here."

A dark skinned woman came across the room from the bedroom, wearing a bathrobe. She sat on the barstool and looked expectantly at the trunk. "Well, Miss Stahl, what do you have for us?"

Emile pulled out garment after garment and watched the woman's face go from surprise to confusion at so many choices. The pale blue strapless ball gown? Or maybe the red one-shoulder? Rory had narrowed it down to a green strapless shift and a peach column dress. She bit her lip and went with green. "Besides, it matches your eyes." Rory smiled at Darryl, as she was measured and the gown quickly sown into fit Rory's figure exactly. Rory thought for a moment. "Ms. Stahl, can you let out the bust about an inch or so?"

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Taylor Petronis selected a hot pink spaghetti strapped dress and decided to slip it on herself, bare. If she was going to get what she wanted, she had to dress with purpose, she reasoned. She flopped back on the bed, her recently augmented breasts bouncing along with her. She stared at her naked self, reflected in the mirror besides the bed. I'm fucking irresistible, Taylor thought as she worked her hand between her legs, over the perfectly formed patch on her mons an arrow to her smooth lips and she slid her fingers between. Though the feelings on her nipple were numbed slightly, she pulled her nipples in concert with her fingers rubbing her clit. She thought about the doctor she was going to seduce and the expression on his face when she showed him the positive pregnancy test. The thought of the money made her wet, and she stroked her clit faster, sliding two fingers inside her, then occasionally rubbing her nipples with the liquid from inside her She was gonna do it. She was gonna get some, she imagined her pussy wrapping around his cock and taking what she wanted, what she needed. And she came. She licked her cum off her fingers, took the dress off the hanger and slipped it on.



Sacrosanct Ch. 04



Rory was surprised how good she looked with so little preparation. A lacquered chopstick, a pin, and some drugstore makeup, and she looked at herself in the mirror. Perfect. Almost. Her gun was a tight fit, but she managed to strap it into her bra, out of Darryl's sight. The dress came with a pair of strappy sandals, but all the straps were just simply connected green and white rhinestones. That, and the satin purse and she was sitting on Darryl's bed, watching him dress in a stunning tux. 

"Wow. Will I have to pistol whip these bitches to keep them off you?" She stood up, wrapping her arms around Darryl's waist, reaching up to his chest and shoulders. 

"Eh, I'm a big boy; I can take care of myself."

Rory raised her eyebrow. "I noticed."

He turned and was about to advance on her with a growl, then thought the better of it when she reached for his jacket on the bed. He turned and allowed her to put it on him. This is how it should be, he thought. He wanted to settle down, but that would only work if he had Rory. They were ready, so they left.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Rory tried to hide her amazement at the sheer opulence of the place. This is a charity function? She thought to herself as she held onto Darryl's hand, weaving back and forth between vine covered columns and sarong clad servers. Tantra was bedecked as a Polynesian paradise, its real grass floor tickling Rory's feet. She'd decided to check her shoes when she arrived, just to enjoy the paradox of being inside, but feeling grass with every step. She thought she saw a familiar face in the crowd, but then was quickly drawn closer to Darryl's side. "Hi, Paris."

"Hi, Dr. Laughlin." Rory looked up and saw the willowy figure of the heiress. She was holding an appletini and swirling her tongue around her swizzle stick, in a gesture VERY familiar and reminiscent, so Rory couldn't help but laugh. Paris pursed her lips and raised her eyebrow. "What is it your escort finds funny, Doctor?"

Darryl stood straight up and pulled Rory closer to him protectively. "My date" – he accented the word – "Is remembering a joke we shared earlier, right?" Darryl knew EXACTLY what Rory was laughing at, but he knew that if he reacted the same way she had when discussing the incident; it was going to be hard to keep the peace.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Taylor valet-parked her BMW M3 Convertible, then looked around the corner to the rest of the valet parked cars. Damn, she couldn't tell if he had shown up. She entered and tried to scan the room as she greeted people and finally located him. She had heard that he was hot, but he surpassed her cousin's description of 'hot, redhead, country boy'. Damn. Taylor's heart sank. He was with someone. Nice looking dark chick in a green dress. Taylor opened her purse and looked inside. It looked like the E and Rohypnol that she had bought for the after-party were going to have to be put into use. Taylor shrugged, but noticed with a smile that the couple was kind of stuck in a conversation with Paris, and she could make great use of the distraction. 

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Paris leaned against the bar and smiled, focusing the brilliance of her smile on Darryl. "So what was it that you found so funny?"

Rory couldn't take it anymore. "It was your technique. You look the same way you do in the video. Your eyes roll back like you're doing an alien brain probe with that thing!" And Rory dissolved into giggles.

Paris was aghast. "What did you say, bitch?"

Rory had regained her composure. Darryl's face was totally red. He wanted to laugh, he was trying to hold back the laugh, but he barely held on as he said, "She said that you looked like you were trying to scour your throat with his dick." He finally started laughing, leaning in on Rory. He couldn't help it anymore. It WAS funny, he couldn't pretend.

Paris face fell, her lip trembled. She couldn't believe this nobody had this guy, one of "her sort", laughing so hard. Rory looked up. She initially thought she had embarrassed her lover, but finally calmed down long enough to realize that he found it funny too. She turned to the bartender and asked for a scotch, neat.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Taylor saw her chance and crushed the tablets in a napkin. In the moment between the bartender placing the drink on the bar and Rory reaching for it, she dropped the powder into the drink and gave it a swirl. He can't tell the difference, she thought to herself. Some doctor he is.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Darryl gave the drink a swig. It was a little gritty but refreshing. He offered Rory some, but she was sticking with the Coke for now. She finished the drink, and then looked at him. "Do you wanna dance, Darryl?"

"Sure." The drug was beginning to work its way through his system. He moved to his feet unsteadily as he led Rory out onto the floor. Thank goodness it's a slow song, he thought. His feet felt like lead as he cradled Rory in his arms and gently led her across the floor. Despite his slowing state, he looked graceful as he danced with Rory and even managed a few twirls and dips before- - 

"Listen, Kitty. I'm gonna hit the head, I'm not feeling so well."

Rory took his arm and walked him to the edge of the dance floor. "Thanks, baby." Rory kissed Darryl on the forehead and he made his way to the bathroom. Out the corner of her eye she saw a brunette in a hot pink dress slide off her stool and move in his direction. She thought it odd, but thought nothing of it.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Darryl felt horrible. He was blacking in and out, feeling not quite himself. Oh, God, he thought, what was in my drink? He hoped he could vomit it up and did a little, but he just couldn't shake the feeling. What was he being poisoned with. For the first time in a long while, he felt afraid, that right when life was coming together, some asshole was going to kill him. He was losing grip on consciousness, like he was being suffocated in a fire. He loosened his tie and unbuttoned a button and splashed water on his face. Finally, he crawled to the lounge adjacent to the bathroom, sat on a bench and closed his eyes, passing out.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Taylor entered the lounge and saw Darryl asleep, hand covering his eyes and his hair gently mussed. Perfect, she thought. She unbuttoned his pants and boxers and saw his limp dick resting against his leg. Even when flaccid, Darryl still had an impressive member. Taylor knew that it would take a little extra effort to get him up, but she would get what she wanted. She got between his legs and put some warming lubricant on her hands and began to stroke his cock. Darryl didn't stir but his member slowly began to stiffen. While not as hard as before, it was slowly becoming hard enough. Taylor wrapped her lips around Darryl's reddening head and slowly sucked. Taylor kept her eyes on the sleeping man whose dick she was sucking. She knew that if he woke up, she would scream rape. But, so far, so good. She tasted precum. To her mind, it was sweet, like money.

Taylor raised her dress to expose her snatch. While Darryl's penis was not totally hard, Taylor reasoned it was hard enough to penetrate her. She straddled Darryl and felt his dick twitched. She looked up. He was still unconscious, beads of sweat strewn across his forehead; she put her hand on his chest and realized that he was burning up. That might be a bad thing, she thought. No good he dies while I'm fucking him. But she was too close to getting what she wanted.



Sacrosanct Ch. 05



Rory was worried. Where was Darryl? She hoped that he wasn't throwing up or worse in there. She stared at the scotch, pretty much empty. But she noticed a little bit of white powder in the bottom of the glass and it came together. Darryl had been poisoned. She had to go find him. She wrapped the glass in a napkin and asked the bartender to hold onto it. He looked puzzled then nodded. She picked up her purse and straightened her dress and hurried to the men's bathroom. She just didn't feel right. Out the corner of her eye, she should see a familiar figure, accompanied by two uniformed cops.

"Vanessa?"

"Yeah? Tell me what's going on."

"Darryl went to the bathroom 5 minutes ago and he isn't back out."

"Darryl, that tall red-headed guy from the hospital, Darryl?"

"Uh, Yeah."

Vanessa grabbed her arm. "Let's go. Your boy is probably in some serious, fucked up danger."

They rushed to the bathroom and pushed on the door, Vanessa had drawn her gun, while Rory reached into her dress for her weapon. 

Vanessa was itching for this. "POLICE! FREEZE!" Rory followed behind, her mouth open. Taylor was still riding Darryl. The girl totally was not paying attention, and moaned in orgasm in front of the officers and slid off of Darryl, his dick falling limp with use. Rory ran to him, and checked his pale, lifeless hands for a pulse. It was fast, then it was slow, and his hands were hot, almost like sunstroke. Vanessa called for an ambulance. Rory wasn't paying attention. It seemed like it was just Darryl and her alone in the room.

Rory was feeling despair, anger. She kissed his hand, a tear falling on it. Another officer brought cloths to bring his temperature down, and Rory got back to her feet, wrapping the cloths around his neck and head. Taylor shot a disdainful look at the quietly weeping officer, and snorted. That set Vanessa off.

"Taylor Erica Petronis, you are under arrest-"

Taylor's mouth dropped open. "For what? He got hard; he had to have wanted it. No one's gonna charge a woman of raping a man, it's against the law."

"Actually," Vanessa said, as she snapped the cuffs around Taylor's wrists, "Florida law is non-gender-specific, it's a matter of consent." Vanessa felt the anger as she looked at her partner holding onto the arm of her friend. "Using your gender to TRY and take advantage of the law while not a crime, can result in years being tacked on your sentence, you gold digging bitch. And being that Dr. Loughlin was a bit on the unconscious side while you were doing your bull riding impression, as I was saying – Taylor Erica Petronis, you are now under arrest. Anything you say can, and WILL be used against you. . ." Rory heard Vanessa's voice trail off as she hustled Taylor out of the room. 

Rory turned to one of the uniformed officers. "There's something at the bar that I left with the bartender. It probably has some use as evidence." The officer nodded, patted Rory on the back and as he left the room, he held the door open as the EMT'S arrived. For the second time in as many days, she was in the back of an ambulance looking after a rape victim. But instead of a skeptical eye, they were filled with tears. She stayed with him all night, and the nurses handed a blanket to the elegantly dressed, but barefoot woman with a gun that she had to leave behind.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Darryl slowly came to. He wasn't in the club, and he couldn't remember how he had gotten here. But, Rory was next to him, curled up on a chair. He sat up slowly, he wasn't sure if the blood wouldn't rush from his head. Then he reached for Rory's foot.  

"Wake up, Rory."

Rory stirred and put her hand over Darryl's. She slid out of her chair and got on her knees next to his bed. Darryl shook his head. "No, no, no. Come here." He moved aside the best he could to make room for Rory. She slid into the hospital bed and felt Darryl's hands around her. Rory wanted to run her hands up his arms, but didn't want to disturb the IV. She turned around onto her side to look at him. Darryl looked boyishly innocent asleep, and she breathed into his ear. He responded with a kiss. She pushed her body close to him, wanting to share his warmth, desiring to absorb the abuse his body had been through. She wrapped her arms around him and put her ear to his heart. The slow, then rapid beating was replaced with steady beating. She leaned forward to kiss his neck and chest, her hips slowly grinding – "Hey, Rory, honey, watch the catheter."

"Alright." She smiled and kissed him again. She was about to untie the back of his hospital gown when the nurse walked in.

"Dr. Loughlin, I know you are almost out of the woods, but that doesn't give you license to act like the big bad wolf. Anyhow, a visitor is here. Detective Rojas." The nurses' eyebrow shot up. "And don't try playing cops and robbers with her." The nurse shut the door left and shut the door behind her.

Rory sat up. "Ok. You're smiling. What's going on?"

"She wasn't even in the squad car for 30 minutes when she began to sing."

"No way."

"Yeah. When I cited the exact section, she just told on everyone. Nathalie mainly."

Rory smiled. "What did she say about out Miss De Oca?"

"I couldn't say through the tears, but it added up to extortion."

Rory held her hand out and Vanessa gave her a high five. "We do know she'll get off, though. Goddamned rich bitch. But, the charges against Wilkins?"

"Probably will be dropped by Monday afternoon." Vanessa reached into her book bag. "The staff at Tantra reasoned that you probably will want your shoes back."

Rory smiled.

~*~*~*~* 10 Months later*~*~*~*~*~*

 It was that same bemused smile Rory wore as she was led into the tent. This was beyond her wildest dreams, but she was open to experience this entire new world with Darryl. He finally removed her blindfold.

"Yvonne? Darryl, you didn't!" Rory's sometime lover and good friend was sitting on a collection of pillows at the corner of the tent.

Yvonne smiled. "I only could get 3 days off. But, Darryl said you probably would be cool, so, here I am." The two women hugged. Yvonne then led Rory by the hand around a low table, at the center of which were candles lit in a bowl, and surrounded by fruit. So this is what he meant by Necker Island being made to order, Rory thought. She smiled. Darryl sat on the other side of Rory, her hand resting on his thigh.   

Rory turned to Darryl, her face still flushed from surprise. "This is too much, Darryl, just too much."

  "It's our honeymoon. It's supposed to be too much." Rory looked toward Yvonne who then popped a strawberry into her mouth, the end sticking out. Rory instinctively leaned in to bite it, brushing her lips against Yvonne's and sharing the fruit in a sweet kiss. Rory slowly surrendered her head in Yvonne's lap. Darryl undid her sarong, and Rory willingly put her foot on the carpeted floor of the tent, giving him further access, as Yvonne undid Rory's top, kissing her as she cupped and stroked her breasts, running her fingers across her nipples. Rory reached into her swimsuit bottom, but Darryl moved her hand aside. "Now, I want you totally to enjoy this." 

He pulled the bottom down and saw immediately how wet she had gotten so quickly. He licked his lips as he opened her labia and bent down to taste the scent of his new bride. He licked around the edge of her swollen lips, sucking one –even her lips were soaked with her taste! Rory moaned, Darryl then looked up to see Yvonne leaned back, advancing to pace her pussy over Rory's face. She then did so, and Darryl felt himself stiffen, and he tasted her deeper, sucking and flicking over her clit as he watched Rory's chin bob back and forth, moaning and grunting, tasting Yvonne's juicy snatch. Darryl pulled away, licking his lips as he slid two fingers inside her. Yvonne leaned forward, smiling and staring into Darryl's eyes as she rubbed Rory's clit, amplifying her moans further. 

Darryl removed his surf shorts and Yvonne's eyes widened, and she felt a twinge of jealousy that she would never have such a member inside her. He stroked his cock with his hand, and then bit his lip as he felt Yvonne's hands slowly tug on him, then her warm mouth. He wasn't going to cum inside her... he wasn't going to cum inside her. He pulled away, and then rubbed against Rory's clit. He watched with satisfaction as her hips bucked, wanting to accept him. He got to a knee, his foot also on the floor and penetrated her. Yvonne slowly began to flick her tongue over Rory's clit as Darryl started to move in and out of her. 

Slowly, Darryl began to fuck Rory in concert with Yvonne's work with her tongue. Darryl moved his hands over Rory's hips, pushing back and forth with abandon, which was pushing Rory's tongue to act faster, further, even penetrating Yvonne's pussy with her tongue. He watched Yvonne's face flush as she came, then slowly back off of Rory, and he could see her face, drenched in Yvonne's juices. Yvonne kissed and licked her own juices off of Rory's chin and lips, rubbing her back as Darryl took her in his arms and finally, Rory focused all her energy on Darryl, squeezing his cock inside her. He could see Yvonne rubbing her clit as she watched them make love. Darryl turned, and lay back, so she could see Rory ride him. 

Yvonne leaned forward to suck one of Rory's erect nipples, and she saw Rory's breasts bounce harder as Darryl moved his hips faster, and both women looked down as she saw Darryl cum. Almost as soon as Darryl came, Rory could feel herself build, but it was unlike anything else. She pushed down on Darryl's hips, one hand on Darryl's chest to steady herself, the other on Yvonne's breast, finally erupting in an orgasm with a powerful, push and moan. 

Rory lay on Darryl's chest and Yvonne next to her, near asleep. This was truly a new world, and she had found her place.

FIN