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 The Little Girl and the Police Officers.

   by Alvo Torelli

   (Mg, Fg, nc, oral, anal, bond)

   Officer Charlie Olmsted heard a faint rustling in the bushes a few yards
off the running path - a sound where there shouldn't be any sound.  He was
trained to notice things like that.  There'd been several assaults in this
remote portion of the huge city park and the force had stepped up foot
patrols in the area.

   Officer Olmsted released the strap on his sidearm, making sure it was
loose in its holster, then quietly crept towards the tall hedge.  He
stopped to listen again and heard the unmistakeable sound of sniffling on
the other side of the thick plants, but he couldn't see through them or
over them.  There was a very small opening in the rough hedge, just enough
to squeeze through.  Gun drawn, Officer Olmsted burst through the small
opening and into a secluded grassy glade about ten feet across and
completely surrounded by the tall buckthorn hedge.  He pointed his gun at
the first movement he saw and yelled out "Freeze, city police!"

   Officer Olmsted was pointing his gun at the back of a crying, frightened
and disheveled little blonde girl.  She was sitting on a short park bench
in the exact middle of the hollow.  Twisting around quickly, her big blue
eyes opened wide in terror at the big handgun in her face and she squeaked
out a tiny scream as she toppled off the bench into the grass.

   Clearly this pretty little girl was not a dangerous assailant.  Indeed,
one glance at her and it was clear she was the victim of an assault
herself. Her school uniform was a mess.  Her blouse was dirty and open half
way to her waist.  Her knee length plaid skirt was intact, but her shoes
were missing and one white stocking was down around her ankle.  Her sweater
and a small glittery knapsack were both thrown carelessly on the ground,
and, if he wasn't mistaken, Officer Olmsted saw a pair of pink cotton
panties laying on the bench.  If all that wasn't enough to give the officer
a pretty good clue, then there was the fact that her wrists were firmly and
tightly handcuffed behind her back.

   "Oh, miss, are you alright?" Officer Olmsted holstered his revolver and
knelt beside the crying child.  He easily lifted her back up onto the
bench, but she shied away from him in terror until she took in his uniform,
gun and badge.  "Miss, did someone hurt you?  Don't worry, I'm a police
officer.  What's your name, miss?"

   "Oh," the little girl cried, " please, help me.  That man, he might come
back, oh please!  Take these off!"

   "Calm down miss.  You're okay.  Everything's fine now, just take a deep
breath and tell me who you are.  I can't help you if I don't know your
name."

   "Oh, oh, please, take them off!  I can't stand them.  Please!  Oh god,
oh god, my name's Ivie, Ivie McPhatter.  Please take them off!"

   Officer Olmsted sat carefully on the bench next to Ivie and took out a
little notebook.  "Ivie McPhatter," he repeated back as he carefully and
slowly wrote in his little book.  "With an f or a p-h?" he asked her.

   "What?" Tears streamed down the pretty blonde girls face and she
struggled against her handcuffs, distraught.  "Please!  Take these off!"
But the policeman just stared at her, waiting for an answer.  Giving in,
she whispered defeatedly, "With a p-h, s-sir."

   "With a p-h," Officer Olmsted repeated as he wrote.  "And how old are
you, Ivie McPhatter?"

   "I, I'm, ah, I'm eleven."

   "Eleven.  Good.  Bit young to be wandering the park on you own aren't
you?"

   "No, no, I was with my c-class, on a field trip.  I g-go to Central
Middle School.  I got separated from my science class, and then there was
this man, and he grabbed me and ..."

   "Just a minute, just a minute, slow down," Officer Olmsted interrupted
Ivie's increasingly hysterical words.  "Let's see.  Central Middle School,"
he enunciated carefully as he wrote excruciatingly slowly in his little
notebook.  "Field trip.  Got it."

   "Please, please, can't you take these cuffs off me, I can't stand them.
They make me feel so, so, ...  Oh, please!"

   "Well now, miss, those are what we call psychiatric handcuffs, with a
padlock.  See how they keep your wrists crossed.  They're nothing like my
police handcuffs.  I'm afraid I don't have a key for those.  You're just
going to have to wear those a little bit longer, until we get this little
mess cleared up.  But don't you worry, those cuffs are designed for long
use, they won't hurt you a bit.  Now, you were saying there was a man? 
What man, miss?"

   "Oh god, no!  I can't stand them.  I can't do anything with these on - I
couldn't stop him.  I couldn't push him away.  I couldn't even put my
panties back on!  I can't button my blouse!" Pretty little Ivie was
hysterical again and suddenly she realized that her blouse was wide open,
giving the policeman an unobstructed view of her bare chest, where her
training bra had been pushed up to expose her small budding breasts.  She
blushed deep red, despite all the awful things that had happened to her.

   "Miss, please, I'm warning you - you're gonna have to calm down and
cooperate with me.  This is police business and we can't have all this
hysterics." Officer Olmsted stared straight at the beautiful little girl's
exposed titties as he lectured at her, not even trying to hide the slight
smile on his face.  Then he turned away and returned to his little book. 
"Subject becoming belligerent," he slowly enunciated as he wrote.

   "No, no, oh my god," Ivie cried.  "There was a man, a tall man, dressed
all in black, with a mask -a scary mask like that movie.  And he grabbed
me. He grabbed me and pulled me into here, with his hand over my mouth so I
couldn't scream!"

   "Man.  Black clothes.  Mask." It was tortuous the way the police officer
slowly wrote each word out, glancing at Ivie's tiny naked breasts between
each word.  "you mean a hockey mask, like Jason?"

   "Y-yes, like that." Ivie tried to twist away from the officer, to hide
her shame from him, but there was nowhere to go.  Her deep blush continued.


   "And then what happened, Ivie McPhatter, if that's your real name?"

   "What?  It is my ...!  Oh god, I, I, I don't want to talk about it! 
Please, please, can't I just go home?  Please!"

   "Miss," Officer Olmsted leaned in closer, close enough for Ivie to feel
his hot breath on her smooth cheek, "did the man, well, did he," he paused,
"did he rape you?" He asked the question at barely a whisper.

   Ivie tensed all over.  She didn't want to talk about this.  She was
still frightened, humiliated and desperate - but there didn't seem to be
any way to get away from the horrible place and the horrible handcuffs
without confiding in the policeman.  "Yes!" she whispered back miserably.
"Yes!"

   Officer Olmsted sprang to his feet and reached for his walkie-talkie. 
"Dispatch, this is Olmsted, do you copy?  I have a code two six one,
repeat, code two six one, near the running paths.  Do you copy dispatch?"

   There was static and then a female voice: This is the detective on duty
Olmsted.  What is your location?"

   Officer Olmsted rattled off complicated directions to the out of the way
little hollow.

   "Copy that officer, I'll be there in five with the rape kit.  Hang tight
and begin securing the evidence.  You know the drill officer.  Out."

   "My detective will be here in no time, miss, don't you worry." Officer
Olmsted returned to the bench with the bound little girl.  "Everything's
going to be just fine - don't you worry.  Best detective on the force. 
Never misses anything."

   "Please, can't I just go home?" Fresh tears rolled down over the girl's
high cheekbones, accentuating the light spread of freckles across her rosy
cheeks.  Her tiny breasts rose and fell rapidly with her panicky breathing
and she tried one more time to test the awful cuffs binding her arms
tightly behind her.

   "Not quite yet Miss Ivie, soon enough.  There's just one or two matters
for the detective to attend to.  You see, rape is a very serious crime,
Miss, and we have to be especially careful to gather all the evidence." As
he said this, the officer pulled a couple of gallon sized plastic bags from
one of his many pockets.  He went to retrieve Ivie's sweater and carefully
stuffed it into one of the bags.

   "Wh-what are you doing?"

   "Just making sure all the evidence is secure, Miss.  Standard practice,
don't worry, I've done this lots of times.  I won't make any mistakes. 
Don't you worry your pretty little head about it." Officer Olmsted scooped
up Ivie's pink panties and held them in front of his face, examining them
closely.  Ivie watched, mortified, as he gave the panties a long, long
sniff, holding them against his face and breathing deeply.  Then they
joined the sweater in the plastic bag.

   The policeman turned to Ivie.  "Now then, let's get the rest of those
clothes off of you and into the nice safe evidence bag, shall we?"

   "What!?" Ivie's startled yell came out as a squeak.  "No, no, you can't,
please!"

   "Now now, Miss, just standard procedure.  I've got to bag up all those
clothes before the detective gets here or she'll give me a devil of a
time." Officer Olmsted placed a hand on each side of Ivie's waist and
lifted her up until she was standing on the bench, whence she was almost as
tell as him.  At once he began to unbutton the rest of her blouse, working
his way slowly downwards.  The fingers of his large rough hands scraped
across the tender smooth skin of her chest and stomach.

   "No, no, please, what are you doing?  You can't!  Oh god, no." Ivie's
chest was bared as the officer pushed the blouse back over her shoulders,
sliding it down to her handcuffed wrists.

   "Hmmm," the officer contemplated.  I guess we're going to have to cut
that off now, aren't we?" He started rummaging in his pockets.

   "Oh god," Ivie said, desperate to try to reason with the policeman. 
"Uhm, o-officer, I d-don't know your name."

   "Officer Charlie Olmsted, at you service miss.  Always a pleasure.  Ah,
here we are." He pulled out a wicked looking knife.

   "Oh, please, no!" Ivie tried to get away from the terrifying knife, but
the cop was too fast and he grabbed her by the shoulder, spinning her
around to face away from him.  She tensed and heard the tearing sound of
the knife cutting through her blouse, which fell away from her arms. 
Before she could react, Ivie felt her training bra tighten around her
shoulders for a moment and then it too was gone.  She slowly turned around
as the policeman was stuffing her blouse and bra in the second evidence
bag.

   "There now Missy, almost done, won't take but a moment to finish up."
Officer Olmsted openly eyed the pretty eleven year old who stood before him
naked to the waist.  He leaned down and started working her bunched up knee
sock off over her foot.

   Ivie couldn't believe this.  She had to reason with him!  Balancing
awkwardly on one foot she said, "Uh, Officer Olmsted, ah, Charlie, you
don't need my clothes.  Really, there's nothing on them.  You don't have to
do that.  Oh god!  Oh!  No!"

   Charlie Olmsted's hand was resting on the back of Ivie's thigh, well up
under her plaid skirt.  Slowly he lowered it along the perfect smooth skin,
across the back of her knee, and hooked her other stocking.  He caressed
her leg as he lowered the stocking to her ankle and started pulling it over
her foot.

   "Really Charlie, I'm sure the detective won't mind.  Please, just leave
my skirt."

   "The detective would mind very much!" came a harsh woman's voice from
behind Ivie.  Then a tall thin dark-haired woman strode quickly into view.
She was pretty in a severe sort of way, with her hair in a tight ponytail
and striking high arched eyebrows.  She wore a simple blue pullover blouse
over ample high breasts, tight black stretch pants and spike heeled thigh
high boots.  "Olmsted," she barked, "why haven't you secured all the fabric
evidence yet?  You know how important it is." The woman set a black
carryall on the ground at the end of the bench.  It was marked with the
logo of the city police, with "rape kit" in bold red letters across the
side.  "Get to it man!" she barked.

   "Yes ma'am!" the officer replied.

   The next thing Ivie knew, her skirt was unzipped, dropped to the bench
and the officer took it away to bag up with the rest of her clothes.  She
was stark naked in front of two complete strangers.  She desperately tried
to cross her legs, but with her arms cuffed there was little she could do
to protect her modesty.  She blushed crimson from head to toe.  Raising her
head, Ivie looked straight into the face of the lady detective, who openly
looked her up and down, slowly raking her eyes across every inch of Ivie's
smooth white skin.  The woman paused her gaze at the tiny slit that parted
the little triangle at the top of her legs.

   "Now then, Olmsted," the lady cop said, not taking her eyes off of Ivie,
"bring me up to speed."

   Officer Olmsted whipped out his little notebook and responded as he
flipped the pages.  "Subject claims to be one Ivie McPhatter, with a p-h,
age eleven.  Subject is female - obviously, about four foot six inches,
sixty five pounds, blonde hair and blue eyes.  Claims to be on a school
field trip from Central Middle School.  Subject further claims to have been
separated from her class, abducted by unknown male, dragged here to this
secluded location.  Suspect, I mean subject, alleges that she was raped. 
All of these claims yet unsubstantiated - seems a bit doubtful, if you ask
me ma'am.  Fiber evidence has been secured as per standard procedure when
suspect claims sexual assault.  Suspect was quite belligerent about said
procurement of evidence.  "

   The detective looked from Ivie to the policeman.  "Very good, Olmsted,
but when I want your opinion of the suspect, damn it I mean subject, then
I'll ask for it!  We'll follow standard protocols until we've established
definitively if we're dealing with a true sexual assault or..." here she
paused dramatically as she turned back to the pretty little girl, "a
malicious prankster making false claims about a serious matter."

   Ivie gasped.  They didn't believe her!  They'd forced her to tell them,
but they didn't believe her.  And now she was naked!

   The detective turned back to Olmsted for a moment.  "You know what to
do, officer.  Now get to it!" Turning back to Ivie, she stepped closer,
looking eye to eye with the little girl where she stood on the bench.  "Now
then, Ivie, I'm Detective Isabel Seaburn.  You can call me Isabel.  I'm
here to help you, but you must be truthful with me." Suddenly the lady
detective was polite and sweet, almost cooing to Ivie.  "Do you understand?
This is a serious matter Ivie, I need the truth."

   "Y-yes ma'am," Ivie squeaked.  The lady spoke kindly, but the way she
looked at Ivie, her eyes roaming over body was so scary.  "Are you r-really
a d-detective?  I, I don't want that m-man to come back.  And please, can
you take these cuffs off, they're so scary."

   "Yes dear, I'm really a detective, and I promise you I'll catch the man
who did this to you.  You just have to cooperate with us."

   "But I'm really scared.  I don't know what to -" Ivie flicked her eyes
away from the detective's severe face at a sound.  What she saw startled
her beyond anything she already experienced.  "Oh god!  No!" She leapt from
the bench and tried desperately to hide her body behind the detective. 
"What are you doing - you can't.  Stop it!"

   The source of Ivie's new torment was the large digital video camera
Officer Olmsted had pulled from the canvas satchel and swung to his
shoulder.  He was filming Ivie's sweet naked little body as she desperately
tried to hide behind the lady detective.  But no matter how hard she tried,
the camera was always right in front of her, capturing the enormity of her
situation.

   "Stop it!  Stop!  Oh my god, please!  You can't." There was nowhere to
go.

   "Ivie!" commanded Detective Seaburn.  "Stop that at once.  We have
important work to do here and we don't want to be at it all day.  Just sit
there on the bench and calm down, I have lots of questions for you."

   "But he's filming me, and I don't have any clothes on!  He can't, please
make him stop!"

   "Of course he can.  He has to.  It's standard procedure in alleged rape
cases.  Now sit down and stop yelling or I'm going to have to arrest you
for obstructing a police investigation.  That's a very serious charge, Miss
McPhatter - very serious.  Are you going to start cooperating now or do I
have to arrest you and restrain you?"

   "Please, no!" Ivie momentarily forgot the evil video camera at the
thought of being arrested.  "See, I can cooperate, I can," she said as she
quickly sat on the bench once again.  "Please don't arrest me - I'll tell
you what you want.  Oh, no!" Officer Olmsted had the camera right in front
of Ivie, recording every square inch of her perfect white skin and getting
a careful close-up of her budding little breasts.  She blushed even deeper
red at the thought of what he was filming.

   "That's much better Ivie.  Don't pay any attention to the camera - it's
just there to record your story so that the team of investigators back at
the precinct can go over your testimony in detail.  They'll be watching the
whole thing later."

   Ivie gasped at the realization that people would actually watch the
video of her.  It was horrifying.

   "And once we catch the perp, then these videos will be indispensable in
the court room.  Everyone will want to check out your story when it was
fresh in your mind."

   "Nooooo." Ivie wailed weakly.  She imagined all the people who might be
at the trial - even her parents!  But she felt completely defeated by the
camera.  She was too afraid of being arrested to complain any more.

   "Now Ivie, for the official record - please tell me whether or not you
were raped here in the park today.  Speak to the camera Ivie."

   "No, no, oh god.  Please." Ivie couldn't think of anything more awful
than reliving her recent abuse.  She was so embarassed.  She couldn't look
at the camera and she bit her lip trying to get her courage together before
she spoke.  "Yes.  I was raped here in the park, today."

   "Very good Ivie, now our investigation is officially started.  Rape is a
very serious charge and so it's essential that we gather all the evidence
and information.  So tell me exactly what happened, from the time you got
separated from your class until Office Olmsted found you.  Don't leave out
any detail, no matter how small.  I'll stop you if I have any questions."

   "I, I was just a little bit behind everyone.  And then a man walked up
beside me and asked me if I knew where the running path was.  I should have
stayed with the others, but I stopped and I pointed the right way for him.
But he didn't understand and looked confused, so I walked around some big
trees to show him the way.  And, oh god, the second we were out of sight he
grabbed me."

   Detective Seaburn stopped Ivie at that point.  "Grabbed you how, Ivie."

   "Uh, from behind."

   "No Ivie, you have to be more precise than that.  It's these little
details that are important.  They could help us catch the terrible man that
accosted you - unless you're making this all up.  Frankly, your lack of
detail is making me wonder if you're really telling the truth.  I'll know
if you're not Ivie - these details will prove it!"

   "No, please, I'm not lying.  He grabbed me.  He just grabbed me, I don't
know how to say it." Ivie was desperate.

   The detective sighed with great annoyance at the little girl's inability
to describe what happened clearly.  "Alright Ivie, I'll help you out. 
Stand up, right here.  You said he grabbed you from behind.  Like this?"

   Ivie let out a startled little scream as the detective suddenly spun her
around and then wrapped her arms around the small girl's body.  She cupped
one of Ivie's small breasts in her hand and let her other hand roam over
the girl's tight smooth stomach.

   "Oh!  Oh, yes, he grabbed me just like that.  Oh!  What are you doing?"

   "Are you sure it was just like this Ivie?  Did he grab you here and do
this?" Isabel massaged the small breast, holding the small girl tight and
helpless.  She pressed her front against Ivie's bound arms and then pinched
the small girl's nipple, hard."

   "Ow, ow," Ivie complained but then she went on.  "Yes, yes he did that!
He pushed his hand inside my blouse and pushed my bra up, but then he did
that!  Ow, please!"

   But the detective didn't stop as the little girl struggled in her arms.
She teased the girl's tiny nipple until it was hard, and then she switched
hands, feeling up the other small breast and working the tiny nipple to
arousal.  "This is this what he did isn't it Ivie, right out in the open
where people could see.  Did you like it Ivie?  Is that why you didn't
scream for help, because you liked it when he did this to you?"

   Ivie squirmed and twisted in the detective's arms, terrified.  And when
she looked up the camera was right in front of her, catching every second
of her awful humiliation.  "No, no, please, I didn't like it!  I didn't. 
But I was too afraid to scream!  Please!"

   "What did the man do next Ivie?" The detective continued the
interrogation quickly, but she didn't let go of the small child, or stop
playing with her small breasts.

   "Oh, he dragged me towards the bushes.  I tried to get away from him, I
did, but he was so strong and I was so scared.  He dragged me and my shoes
came off.  He dragged me until we were here."

   Detective Isabel Seaburn seemed reluctant to let Ivie go.  She continued
to tease the girl's breast and grind the girl against her chest.  But
finally she let the girl go, turning her around quickly and firing more
questions at her.  "Exactly where did he drag you to Ivie, show me exactly
where and tell me what he did." Her voice was quick, breathless.

   "He pulled me over there, where my bag is." Ivie let Isabel lead her
over to the spot, with Officer Olmsted walking just in front of them,
capturing everything.  "Right here," she continued, indicating the spot
with her head.  "He pushed me down on the ground here, on my stomach." Ivie
was trying harder to remember the details, but there were things coming up
she didn't want to talk about.

   "Show me Ivie," the detective said excitedly.  "Where were you, what did
he do to you?  You say he pushed you down?" Isabel grabbed Ivie's arms and
forced her down to her knees, then toppled her over onto the grass on her
stomach.  "Like this Ivie, did he push you down onto your face?"

   "Oh, yes, yes, please!  He did!  And then he pulled off my panties!"
Ivie couldn't believe she blurted out the awful fact of losing her panties.


   "Then what Ivie, tell me."

   "He held me down.  He said awful things.  He told me what he was going
to do to me and he was pulling my arms behind my back, hard!"

   "What did he say Ivie?  What did he want to do to you?"

   "He, he said, oh god, I don't want to say it!"

   "Say it Ivie, this is an official investigation!  You have to tell me
what he said." Detective Seaburn pulled Ivie's arms even tighter behind her
back as the girl wailed in distress.

   "Oh god, he said he was going to fuck me.  He said I was going to like
it."

   "Did you know what he meant Ivie?  Do you know what fucking means,
little girl?"

   "Y-yes, yes, I know!"

   "What happened then Ivie, tell me everything."

   "He cuffed my arms behind my back, like they are now.  I was so scared
and it made me crazy.  I struggled and struggled, but he just held me down
and then, oh god, he put his hand under my skirt and touched me!"

   "Where did he touch you Ivie?  Say it Ivie!"

   "On my, my, private place."

   "Do you mean your pussy Ivie?  Did he touch your perfect hairless little
girl pussy with his big rough hand?  Did he touch you here?" Isabel Placed
her hand over Ivie's naked hairless snatch, cupped her puffy labia and
quickly ran a finger through her pusssy.

   "Aaghh!  Oh!  Yes, yes, right there!  He touched me right there! 
Please, please, stop!  Stop!"

   "But you're wet Ivie, you're wet between your legs.  Were you wet for
him Ivie?" Seaburn stroked through little girl's inner lips.  "Did you
tease the man by getting all wet for him?  Did you make him think you
wanted him to fuck you?  Is that why it happened Ivie, because you wanted
him to do it?  You're so wet Ivie.  You wanted him to fuck you, didn't
you?"

   "No, no, no!  NO!  I didn't want that.  It was awful.  Oh, please don't
touch me there.  Please!  It's bad."

   "But you're so wet Ivie.  You're aroused and ready for sex.  I think you
like this Ivie, I'm sure of it.  Did you ask him to put his big dick into
your little pussy?  Did you?"

   "NO, NO!  I begged him.  I begged him not to.  I said I'd do anything,
anything he wanted!"

   Suddenly the detective got up off of Ivie and then pulled her quickly to
her feet.  She led the sobbing little girl back to the bench and pushed her
down onto it.

   "Well, Ivie, I think we'll take a break from your little story.  I'm
really not sure how much of your story I believe - you're rather short on
the details.  Why didn't you tell me you were all wet when the man touched
you?  Never mind.  We'll take a break and do the vaginal exam now, then we
can go back to the rest of your interrogation."

   "What?  Vaginal exam?  No, what are you talking about?!"

   Isabel was rummaging in the rape kit bag at the foot of the bench.  She
came out with a small bag and some long plastic straps.

   "Okay Ivie, now this is just a standard part of a complete
investigation. Nothing to worry about.  Scoot back on the bench there and
put your feet up to the sides."

   Ivie was too shocked to respond.  She just stared with huge eyes.

   "Go on Ivie, spread your legs for me, I've got to do the vaginal rape
exam."

   "Nooo!" Ivie finally wailed.  "No, I can't, the camera, it's my private
place, it's bad, I, oh, please!" Until then, Ivie had managed to keep her
legs tightly clenched, revealing as little of her most private place as she
could.

   "Oh Ivie, I knew you wouldn't cooperate.  You're trying to hide
something from me aren't you?  You picked the wrong detective to lie to
Ivie.  But a good detective is always prepared." As she talked she grabbed
Ivie's right ankle and pulled it up to the arm of the short bench.  Before
Ivie had any idea what was happening, the detective had run a zip tie
around her ankle and the arm of the bench, pulling it taught.  Then she
grabbed the left ankle and pulled it towards the opposite arm of he bench.

   "Noooo!  Wailed Ivy.  "Please, please, you can't!" she struggled, but
she had no leverage with her arms painfully pinned behind her and the
detective had no trouble pulling Ivie's legs wide open.  Her other ankle
was secured with a zip tie in a moment and the detective stepped back to
admire the view of the gorgeous little girls glistening hairless pussy. 
Officer Olmstead swooped in with his cameras to create the official
recording that was so important to a thorough investigation.

   Ivie was reduced to a blubbering mass of humiliated little girl.  She
moaned in horror as she watched Olmstead filming her up close.  She
struggled against her evil bonds.  But the worst was that she knew what was
coming.  Detective Seaburn kneeled down, directly in front of Ivie and
examined her perfect hairless pussy.  It was so pretty, so enticing and so
very vulnerable.  The immature puffy outer labia were slightly parted,
revealing a small glistening pink valley topped by a tiny clitoral hood. 
Ivie tensed and then shuddered everywhere when the detective touched her
sensitive flesh, stroked along the smooth swollen outer rim of her small
pussy and then dipped a finger into the enticing wetness.  Ivie screwed her
eyes shut, trying to imagine these horrors away, much as she had done
earlier in the morning.  But the sensations from the woman's oh so subtle
touch couldn't be ignored.

   The detective, with a wicked little smile, drew two long cotton swabs
from her bag.  "Ivie, hold still now, I have to gather samples.  This is
critical." Using the swabs, she ran one back and forth around the inside
edge of Ivie's sweet pussy and with the other she lifted the tiny hat of
flesh over the Ivie's clit, rapidly but gently flicking at the poor girl's
most sensitive and private area.  Isabel was practically salivating from
the sight and smell of the tiny girls fantastic cunt.  The look on her face
showed clearly how much she enjoyed stimulating and teasing the child and
how much she would love to sink her strong tongue into the forbidden pink
channel.

   Ivie's squirming struggles got stronger and stronger.  Her mind reeled
from the unwanted feelings growing in her little pussy.  The detective was
an expert at stimulating the most intense and arousing sensations.  Ivie's
pussy was aflame with her passion and drenched with her sweet juices.  She
moaned.  She pleaded for it to end.  She cried and blushed and then she
began to shudder.  She was on the brink of a massive young orgasm when the
detective suddenly stopped.

   In her confusing frustration, Ivie lost control of herself for just a
second.  She cried out in a pleading wail, "no, no, don't stop!" but then
she realized what she was saying and bit her cute lip to stop herself from
humiliating herself any further.  Her beautiful face was a microcosm of
torment and desire.  Her breathing was ragged.

   The detective made a deliberate show of securing the two swabs in an
evidence bag before she turned back to the panting, confused little girl.
"Almost done now Ivie, just hold still please." With that, she spread
Ivie's little pussy wide open, wider than it had ever been stretched
before. Ivie screwed her eyes tightly closed and pleaded for her ordeal to
be over.

   "Exactly as I thought!" proclaimed Detective Seaburn.  "Officer
Olmstead, make sure you get this on film.  Here, I'll spread the suspect
wider for you." Olmstead brought the camera in even closer, zooming in to
clearly show that the small bound child was still a virgin, her hymen
obviously completely intact.

   "Stop it, stop!  Please!" Ivie strained and struggled against her cuffs
and the zip ties.  The camera caught every aspect of her anguish.  She had
no idea how incredibly erotic her struggles would come across.  She just
desperately wanted to be unbound, to leave this awful place and these awful
police officers.  But Ivie's ordeal was just kicking into high gear.

   "This is an important call officer," the detective declared.  "Do you
confirm that the suspect is still a virgin?  Do you agree that her claims
of rape are unsubstantiated?"

   "Well, I'd want to be completely sure ma'am.  I wouldn't want to accuse
the suspect without double checking." Officer Olmsted grinned as he
responded.

   Ivie continued to blubber incoherently as the two cops conversed.  Her
young mind was reeling.

   "Very well, Olmsted.  Give me the camera and you can make your own
examination." Seaburn arose from her knees and hefted the fancy camera to
her shoulder, where she filmed the other policeman as he knelt in front of
Ivie.

   Ivie gasped as she realized that the man was going to touch her.  "No,
no, please, not again!" she whimpered softly, too defeated to scream.  She
shut her eyes tight, trying to pretend it wasn't all happening.

   Olmsted's fat rough fingers spread the little pussy wide as he leaned in
very close, almost close enough to lick the forbidden passage.  "I don't
know Detective, it looks intact, but maybe it's not."

   "Well check man!  We don't have all day."

   "Yes ma'am," the officer responded smartly.  And then he spread poor
Ivie's tiny slit even farther open before slipping a finger deep inside of
her to feel the tight delicate cherry blocking her virgin pussy. 
"Definitely a virgin, Detective, no doubt about it.  Looks like the suspect
lied.  What now ma'am?"

   "We have to arrest her.  False accusations to a police officer is a very
serious offense.  She'll be locked up for months at least."

   Ivie's eyes snapped open in shock.  "No, no, you can't arrest me,
please, I didn't lie!  I told you, before - I begged him not to do that,
to, to, to fuck me!  He said he wouldn't, if I did something else,
something awful - but he lied, he lied!  Please don't arrest me."

   "What Ivie, what did you say you would do?"

   "No, I don't want to say.  It was terrible!"

   "I'll have to arrest you if you don't tell me Ivie, every detail. 
Hurry, I'm getting impatient with your lies."

   "Oh, god, he said I had to put his thing in my mouth!  I had to suck on
it!  Please, you have to believe me."

   Detective Seaburn quickly gave the camera back to Charlie Olmsted and
then cut the ties binding Ivie's ankles to the bench.  She roughly pulled
the girl to her feet and then down to her knees on the ground where she
gripped the little girl by the hair.  "What thing, Ivie?  What thing did
you have to put in your mouth?" She shouted at the frightened girl and
handled her roughly.

   A terrified Ivie barked back "His thing, the thing between his legs!"
She didn't want to name it but she knew she had to.  She'd heard the name
many times from the mean boys at school who liked to tease her, knowing how
shy and scared she was.  "His, his cock!" Ivie declared, defeated again. 
"He said he wouldn't fuck me if I put his cock in my mouth, so I said I
would!"

   "You said you would?  You wanted to suck his big dick didn't you? 
That's why you came here isn't it, just to find some guy's cock to suck. 
You're a little slut Ivie, aren't you.  Are you a whore Ivie?  Did you ask
him to pay you if you slobbered all over his long hard cock?"

   "No, no, no, I'm not!"

   "But you said you'd do it, didn't you?"

   "Yes, yes, but I'm not a bad girl.  I'm not what you said!" Ivie wailed
forlornly as tears streamed down her pretty face.

   "And where did this happen Ivie?  Show me exactly."

   "Right here.  On my knees just like this!  Ow.  He grabbed my hair, just
like you are!  Ow, please don't!"

   Detective Seaburn was so excited, nearly out of control.  She reached
down to the rape kit at her feet and pulled out a twelve inch black dildo
which she waved in Ivie's face.  "Is this what his thing looked like Ivie?
Did you want to kiss it?  Did he rub it against your face, like this?" She
rubbed the head of the thick phallus against Ivie's smooth cheeks.

   Ivie desperately tried to pull away.  This was too much like her earlier
experience with the man.  He'd done exactly the same to her, with his real
cock.

   "Show me what you did Ivie!  Show me exactly!" Isabel pulled the base of
the big dildo up between her legs, nestling it tightly in her crotch.  She
clenched her legs together to better feel the fat fake cock pressing
against her soaking pussy.  The combination of Ivie's beauty, youth and
distress made Isabel incredibly aroused.

   The dildo stuck straight out from Isabel's body and to Ivie it looked
exactly like the huge dick she'd been forced to suck earlier.  Ivie's blood
turned to ice and her mind snapped.  In a trance she opened her mouth and
swallowed the huge bulbous head of the dildo.  Her mouth had to stretch
wide, but she pushed farther down along the length.

   "Is this how you did it Ivie?  Did you gobble his cock down your little
slut throat, waiting for his cum to fill you up?  Did you like it Ivie? 
Was it the best thing ever?" Isabel was beside herself, no longer able to
control her lust to rape the gorgeous child's body and mind.  She grabbed
Ivie's long blonde curls with both hands and thrust the big dildo forward
with her hips.

   Ivie gagged on the big dildo as it hit the back of her throat.  It was
exactly the same size and shape as the cock she had been forced to swallow
before.  She was terrified that the dildo might spew more of the disgusting
thick liquid into her mouth and down her throat.  It was going deeper and
deeper with each hard thrust.

   Isabel thrust and thrust.  The hard base of the dildo raked against her
cleft with every lunge.  Looking down on the pretty face that she was
forcing to swallow the dildo was all the extra stimulation she needed.  Her
erotic excitement built quickly.  She forced the dildo farther down the
little girl's throat, into her windpipe.  She watched the girls big blue
eyes bulge out with panic as she struggled for air.  Again and again Isabel
thrust, rubbing her own clit raw through the thin stretch fabric of her
pants.  And then she came - her orgasm burst over her and she shivered
everywhere.

   Ivie no longer understood what was happening.  She was back with the
horrible man as he forced more and more of his evil cock down her throat.
She could hear him grunting and groaning with pleasure, telling her what a
great little cock-sucking slut she was.  She grunted around his throbbing
cock as he grasped her hair even tighter, warning her gleefully that he was
about to come in her.  She tasted again the disgusting viscous liquid that
he spewed into her mouth and then forced her to swallow, gagging and
retching as it went down.

   Suddenly it was over.  The mans cock was gone.  The dildo was gonna. 
The mean detective's hands were gone from Ivie's hair.  Ivie swayed on her
knees, about to fall over as she gasped for breath, too shocked, once
again, to move.

   "Did you get all that Olmsted?" Detective Seaburn quickly regained her
composure and stood back with her arms crossed.

   Ivie looked up.  She'd forgotten the horrible camera that was filming
every second of her torment and humiliation and she shrank back under its
severe stare.

   Detective Seaburn went on without waiting for an answer.  "All very
interesting but not very believable.  Besides, it's of no matter.  It's
time to wrap this up.  Ivie, you're under arrest.  Olmsted, take her into
custody."

   "No, no, no!" Ivie wailed.  "I told you, I told you what he did, and I
showed you!"

   "Ivie, you freely admitted that you offered to suck the mans cock.  You
said you would do it - so even if it happened, and I'm not saying I believe
it did happen, even so it isn't rape.  All it proves is that your a cheap
little skank.  And if I can prove you took money from him, then you're a
whore - a child whore.  At minimum, you accused someone of rape, and we
can't have that.  If he didn't force you then you're a liar and we have to
arrest you."

   "But he did.  He lied when he said he wouldn't.  He did, he did!" Ivie's
voice cracked from her stress.

   "He did what Ivie?"

   "He, he forced me down on he ground, and he, oh god, he fucked me!"

   "Miss McPhatter!  We have already clearly established that you have not
had sexual intercourse.  You need to stop lying to us.  We're police
officers, sworn to find the truth and protect people, not listen to lying
little whores!"

   "But he did, he did, oh god." Ivie desperately didn't want to say it. 
It was too horrible.  What if people ever found out?  How could she say
such a horrible thing in front of the awful camera?  But she had to, there
was no other way.  "Oh god, oh god, please." Ivie barely whispered.  "He
did fuck me.  But, but he did it in my bottom."

   "What did you say?  Speak up."

   "He did it in my butt!" Ivie burst out in mortified frustration.

   "Oh, so that's your story now.  Well then tell me exactly what happened.
Every detail.  We'll see if you can finally tell the truth for a change."
The detective looked down on the child with disdain.

   Subdued and defeated, Ivie sounded every bit the terrified eleven year
old that she was.  "He pushed me down on my face," she quavered.  "Then
grabbed my hips and held me."

   "Show me Ivie.  Show me exactly the position." Seaburn's voice picked up
in excitement.

   "Oh god, I can't, I can't do it on my own."

   The detective grabbed Ivie and pushed her over onto the soft grass, then
rolled her on to her front.  The side of Ivie's face, as well as her small
breasts and shoulders pressed into the ground when the woman grabbed her
hips and lifted her up onto her knees.  Ivie had to spread her knees wide
apart, embarrassingly, to hold herself up.  Her perfect little ass was high
in the air, her back was arched seductively under her bound arms and she
knew that her pussy was open and on display again.

   "Like that?  is that how he put you?"

   Ivie's words were muffled and she had trouble speaking but she replied
as best she could.  "Yes, like this." From the corner of her eye she saw
the evil camera circling her vulnerable body, catching every aspect of her
torment.  "Oh god, please, do you believe me now?"

   "Not yet Ivie.  Tell me what happened.  Tell me exactly."

   "He was behind me, with his big thing, his cock - and then he spit on
me! He spit right on my bottom.  He did it again and again and he said
terrible things.  He rubbed the spit into my bottom, right inside and he
said I was going to like it.  He kept saying it over and over, that I would
love having his big cock up my ass!  And then I felt it.  I was so scared.
Please, please, I don't want to say anymore.  I just want to go home!"

   "No Ivie, we've got to finish the investigation.  I might believe you, I
just might.  But I've got to be sure Ivie.  What happened next?"

   "No, no, please.  I felt it, his thing, pushing against my bottom.  It
felt so big.  I thought he was going to hurt me!  But I did what he said,
I, I, oh god, I relaxed and let him in!  And once he was inside me he
pushed deeper and deeper.  I think he was all the way inside me.  It went
in and out for a long long time."

   "And did you like it Ivie, like the man said, did you?!  Don't lie to me
Amy more Ivie!  I'll know!  Did you like it!"

   "Yes, yes, oh my god!  Not at first, it hurt, but then...I did like it."


   Detective Isabel Seaburn smiled a happy smile.  What a wonderfully
satisfying mindfuck.  But she still had a few more tricks up her sleeve. 
"Alright Ivie," she said in as soothing a voice as she could manage.  "I
believe you.  I believe the man really did rape you.  We don't have to
arrest you.  It's almost over now.  You'll be fine, don't worry."

   "You believe me?" Relief flooded through Ivie.  Her ordeal was finally
over.

   "Yes, yes Ivie, I believe you.  That awful man really raped you.  He
forced himself on you.  And now we have to catch the man.  You want us to
catch the bad man, don't you Ivie.  You don't want him to hurt some other
poor little girl, do you?" As she cooed to Ivie, Isabel quickly retrieved
what she needed from the satchel.

   "Yes, you should catch him!  Please stop him." Ivie tried to struggle up
from her awkward position, but it was hard and she nearly toppled over.

   "I knew you'd feel that way Ivie.  You're such a brave little girl.  I
knew you'd want to help us catch the bad man." Isabel was kneeling just
beside and behind the naked bound girl.  She caught Ivie just before she
fell to her side, steadying her with one arm under her hips.  "There's just
one thing Ivie, one thing we absolutely have to have to catch the man."

   "Wh-what's that?" Ivie was getting nervous again.  She wanted to get up,
but she couldn't move.

   "We need a sample of the man's cum Ivie, you know, the hot sticky stuff
that came out his big long cock."

   "But, but how will you get it?"

   "Well, Ivie, unfortunately you swallowed the cum he put in your mouth,
didn't you.  That would have been easy, but you swallowed it.  So it turns
out its a really good thing that you let him fuck you in the butt Ivie. 
You have lots of the bad man's cum up inside your pretty little butt."

   "I don't understand, you're scaring me.  What do I have to do now?"

   "It's okay Ivie, you don't have to do anything.  I can't get a sample of
the man's cum from your butt, not out here in the field.  That's something
for the lab.  I just have to make sure that the sample is secure, that's
all.  It's evidence, and evidence has to be secured no matter what."

   "H-how?"

   "I just have to seal the evidence up inside of you, that's all!" The
detective quickly squeezed a glob of K-Y onto Ivie's upturned ass and
rubbed it into her tiny sphincter.

   "No, no, what are doing?!" Ivie screamed and squirmed in the woman's
grasp.  "Please, no!  OHHHH!!" Ivie squealed like a baby pig as a six inch
rubber butt plug slid up into her ass.  A hard outer stopper nestled
tightly against her rosebud once it was fully inserted.

   "There Ivie, that wasn't so bad, was it?" Isabel chuckled.  "Almost done
now, I promise.  I just have to pump it up until we get a good tight seal."

   "No, no, stop, oh, ow, ow, it's too big!" Ivie squealed as the butt plug
inflated deep inside of her to a width impossible to extract.  All the
horrors of being butt raped came back to her with full force.  "Please,
please!  Take it out!" Ivie heard the click as Isabel disconnected the pump
from the butt plug, locking the horrible device in place.

   "Don't worry Ivie, you'll get used to it.  It just takes a few minutes.
maybe you'll even like."

   "No, please, take it out!"

   Detective Seaburn sighed heavily."You know I can't do that Ivie.  We've
got to protect the evidence." She stood and left Ivie to unceremoniously
fall to her side in the soft ticklish grass.  She turned to Olmsted who
continued to steadfastly do his duty as assisting officer, filming every
aspect of the exhaustive investigation.  "Well done Olmsted." she declared.
"I think we've done what we can here, you can stop making the official
record.  Let's get ready to escort the young lady through the park and down
to the cars."

   "Yes ma'am," the officer responded smartly.  "And may I say ma'am, an
impressive investigation, very professional.  If you don't mind a
suggestion ma'am, I believe the subject's class may be quite worried about
her by now.  Perhaps a slight detour to show them she's alright is called
for." As he spoke, Olmsted stored the video equipment into the satchel,
along with everything else at the scene - Ivie's clothes and backpack and
the other evidence bags.

   "A capital suggestion officer, well done.  Now help the young lady to
her feet and we'll be off.  I'm sure we can find her class - although there
are a lot of people in the park today."

   As Ivie rose to her feet with he help of the officer, she finally
realized what they were saying.  They were going to walk her out in public,
to her teacher and her classmates, to the boys!  They weren't going to give
her her clothes back!  And the thing in her butt - anybody could see it! 
"NO, NO!" Ivie screamed.  " You can't, you can't!  PLEASE!  They'll see
me!"

   "Of course they'll see you Ivie.  You don't want them to be worried
about you anymore do you?  They may have called your parents by now.  We
have to let them know your okay."

   "NO, NO, not like this!  I won't.  I don't care, I won't go!  You can't
make me!"

   "Ivie!" Detective Seaburn gasped.  "Are you refusing to assist in our
investigation?  Do you have any idea what you're saying?"

   "I won't go, I won't.  I don't care about your investigation.  You can't
make me go out there like this.  I won't!"

   Isabel Seaburn looked daggers at little Ivie McPhatter.  Officer Charlie
Olmsted handled her roughly, forcing her look straight into Isabel's eyes.

   "I can't believe you would do such a terrible thing." Seaburn smoldered
with anger.  "You have no idea what you are condemning some other poor
defenseless child to endure at the hands of that terrible man.  I know,
Ivie!  I know what a monster like that can do to an innocent pretty little
girl." Spittle flew from Isabel's lips as she berated Ivie, who's brave
defiance quickly withered under the woman's vehemence.  "You disgust me,
you little whore!  You need to understand.  You need to learn what will
happen to someone else because you're too proud to help!  Olmsted!  Show
her!  Show her what she's doing to countless other sweet pretty little
children who never did her any harm!"

   Ivie felt herself plucked off the ground.  The next thing she knew she
was on her back on the grass, painfully trapping her bound arms underneath
her.  Her legs were forced apart.  Olmsted was suddenly towering over her.
She looked down his body to see his pants down around his knees.  His
massive cock was in his hand, pointed directly at her.  Ivie screamed and
screamed as Olmsted lowered himself on top of her, but a strong thin hand
clamped over her mouth, silencing her.  She struggled with every ounce of
her remaining strength, but the huge cock touched her pussy. 
Embarrassingly, she was wet.  Olmsted's weight descended onto Ivie,
crushing her under his large belly.  And then, without warning or prelude,
he entered her.  His long wide cock penetrated Ivie's virgin pussy,
completing, in every way, her total rape - mouth, ass, mind and pussy.

   Ivie's cherry tore painfully, but her screams were locked in by Isabel's
strong hand.  And the the brutal thrusting began.  Deeper and deeper. 
Ivies unused cunt was incredibly tight, even tighter with the big butt plug
inflated in her rectum.  Olmsted was fast and furious, holding Ivie by the
hips and slamming into her small body as hard as he could.  In seconds he
was repeatedly banging his big cockhead against her childish cervix.  Ivie
winced in pain, not knowing that barely more than half of Charlie's huge
dick was impaling her.  He could tear her to pieces if he chose to.

   "This is what some other girl is going to have to endure because of you
Ivie," whispered Isabel into Ivie's ear.  "We could have caught him, but
you won't let us.  Now he'll rape some other poor child!"

   The combination of Olmsted's thick cock and the device up her ass were
too much for Ivie's immature small physique.  Sensory overload attacked her
brain and her body.  Her eyes rolled back in her head and she spasmed
everywhere.  Olmsted suddenly grunted and thrust even harder and Ivie's
mind registered the fact that he was filing her body with his hot thick
cum. It was the final horror in a day that was a never ending nightmare. 
Mercifully, Ivie passed out.

   **************************************

   About six o'clock that same evening, three people met to share a pitcher
of beer at Murphy's Pub and Grill on seventh avenue.  Charlie Olmsted was
first to arrive, dressed in his usual 'off duty' jeans and sweatshirt. 
Isabel Seaburn was next, in a very sexy nightclub dress that accentuated
her long legs and didn't leave much to the imagination.  The third person
was just behind her, a middle-height nondescript man in a business suit. 
His name, at least his name for the evening, was Asher Pitt.  The three had
agreed to carefully use only the names they'd chosen for their parts in the
little masquerade they'd performed.

   In reality, they were all cops.  Asher and the one called Charlie were
beat cops, partners.  And Isabel was a real detective.  But their actual
precinct was several states away.

   "Well boys, do I know how to plan a vacation or don't I?" Isabel asked
the others as they clinked glasses in congratulations.

   "It was amazing!" Asher said.  Everything went exactly like you said.

   "It's all in the planing my friend.  And I must say, it was so much more
fun not knowing exactly what you'd done to her.  Getting her to tell us
every detail and watching her relive it was really exciting.  That was a
great idea Charlie!"

   "Yeah, I loved the way you did that to her, it was so hot." Charlie
responded.

   "And Asher, Fucking her in the ass and not taking that pretty little
pussy: brilliant!  Well done!"
"Yeah man, that was so cool!  You left her a virgin - for me!" Charlie

chipped in again.

   "Thought you'd both appreciate the gesture," Asher replied.  "But what
about the money?"

   "Not to worry," Isabel said, with a wicked smile.  All of the buyers I
set up were very happy with the samples we sent them.  A full set of videos
and stills will be delivered to each of them as soon as we receive payment.
Our little vacation just payed for itself ten times over gentleman.  Our
little Miss Ivie is going to be making a lot of horny guys very happy
soon."

   "There's just one thing I wish," Isabel continued.

   "What's that?" Asher asked.

   "Well, as we were walking out of the park, your partner here, in full
uniform, walks up to a frantic teacher leading around a bunch of middle
school students and asks him if he's lost one of his charges.  The poor sod
was so happy to find out where Ivie was that he didn't even question why
the officer hadn't escorted her back.  He just took the whole flock and
headed to the hidden glade."

   "So what do you wish?"

   "I wish I could have seen the look on Ivie's face when her entire class
found her naked, handcuffed, dripping cum and sporting a huge butt plug!"

   All three of them laughed heartily.

   "Here's to our next vacation boys," Isabel raised her glass again. 
"Just wait 'til you hear what I have in mind."