Message-ID: <17794eli$9812040428@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: strawface@hotmail.com (Strawface) Subject: REPOST: Just the facts, ma'am (mf, teen, nc) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: strawface@hotmail.com Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <3666806c.2085176@news.river.net.au> * As usual, I didn't write this. I found it on a 1.44MB floppy disc which originated on Earth in a comet from the planet Krytpon * The detective ushered the young lady in through the door of the small interview room, offering her a seat with a cursory wave of the hand, which she accepted nervously, sitting gingerly on the hard cushion. Her ass was still incredibly sore from her experience that evening, and her face still showed the marks inflicted on her, her right eye blackened and her lip bearing a small cut just underneath her petite nose. The policeman walked around the table to the tape recorder, placing a new blank cassette inside and pressing the 'Record' button, then took up the seat opposite the girl. "Now then, Casey, let's start right at the beginning, OK? If you feel sick or need to stop, or just want a rest, let me know and we can take a breather." "OK," the girl answered quietly. "How it works is that I'll ask you a few questions. As soon as I've finished speaking, you answer as loud and as clearly as you can. Try to remember everything, and things will be fine." "I'll try" said Casey, her voice trembling slightly. "Alright. Erm...state your full name, address and age for the tape please." "Casey Vanderburgh, 112 Scotts Lane, Hillstone. I'm 14 ... 14-and-a-half." "Thank you. Tell me, what were you doing at approximately 7pm this evening?" "I was coming home from my music lessons with Mister Richardson. He teaches me violin, I have a lesson starting at 6.30pm then I walk home across the park." "OK, so you left his studio at around 7pm and was walking across Algers Park...that right?" "Um...yeah" "Which way did you go, which path did you take?" "I go in through the south gate, I think it's called. There's a big statue near the gate, then you go up a path by some big bushes, hedges. My house is directly opposite, across the opposite corner." "That's good Casey. How many times do you think you've been this way?" "Um, I dunno. More than 50 I guess." "Has anyone ever hassled you or bullied you in the park? That is, before tonight?" "No. Never." The teenager started crying, only gently at first, but it soon developed into inconsolable sobbing, face in hands. The detective paused, and gave her some moments to compose herself. "You OK now, Casey?" "Yeah. Think so." "OK, let's keep going. You were walking across the park, by the hedges on the south side, just after 7pm. What happened then?" "Two guys ... two guys ... they just jumped out in front of me." "Alright, and what did these two guys look like? What were they wearing?" "One was white, one was a black guy. They both had black clothes on, shirts with hoods and Keds, I think. I dunno, it was so dark, I couldn't see!" She started to sob again, so the cop paused. "OK. Then what happened? Did they say anything?" "They got closer to me. They just kept walking towards me, until I was so close I couldn't get past them. Then the white guy said "get the slut". "What happened then?" "The black one grabbed my violin and threw it into the hedges, then they both grabbed hold of me and pulled me into the ... into the ... hedge." "Did they say anything else?" "No. When we were in the hedge, I was on the ground and the black guy said 'get her panties off' and something about 'white pussy'." "OK. Try and be brave, and tell me what happened next?" "The white guy dropped down on his knees, he was squatting just over my head. Then he reached down and pressed my shoulders into the ground. It was hurting me so bad, but he ... but he just wouldn't stop." "Did you ask him to stop?" "Yes. I said 'please don't hurt me, please let me go, you can have my money.' But the white guy said 'oh we don't want your money little girl, we want something much better.'" "Hmm. So what happened next?" "The white guy held me down, and the black guy got between my legs and opened them. Then he lifted up my skirt and ... and ... oh God, he peeled down my, you-know." "Your underwear?" "Erm, yeah. He tore them off. I didn't get them back, I dunno what happened to them." "You didn't? So you've got none on now?" "Umm...no." "Hmm, OK. I'll sort something out later and get you some new ones until you get home. Now, what happened then?" "Oh it was terrible! The black guy put his ... put his head down there, you-know, between my legs, and started to ... to ... " "C'mon Casey, we really need to know so we can catch these creeps." "He was licking me! Oh God it was so disgusting, his tongue was licking all over my pus ... all over my private parts. I couldn't get away!" "OK. How long did he do that for?" "It went on for ages, I dunno, ten minutes. I tried to get up and run but the other guy was so strong, I couldn't get away. The black guy's tongue, it was so long and so wide, it was licking me all over and I was wriggling..." "You were wriggling to get away?" "Well yeah, at first, but then he kept doing it so much I started to feel really funny, kinda nice, you know? I didn't want to, but I couldn't help it." "You felt ... nice?!?" "Yeah. I've never had sex with a boy, but I've read that it feels really nice. I guess that's how it was feeling, even though I didn't want to do it and the two guys were creeps." The detective listened, amazed. He originally brought Casey in after an emergency call from a neighbour, believing her to be a rape victim who had been savagely attacked in the park. Now, he was having doubts about whether it might have been at least semi-consentual... "So what happened then?" "The black guy stopped and got out his ... his ... his thing! Then he started rubbing it up and down my private part, where he'd been licking." "And ... erm ... how did that feel?" "Well I was scared, because I knew he was going to try and ... umm, put it in. But when he was rubbing it, well it felt nice too." "And then?" "Then he pushed it inside me. Oh God it hurt, it hurt so bad. He just grabbed my hips and pushed and pushed, I could feel it sliding up inside me. It felt like a knife stabbing my belly!" "So he was ... umm ... having sex with you. How long for?" "Oh ages, ages and ages. He just kept going and going, while I just lay there and the other guy held me down, although after a while he didn't need to as I got sick of struggling and just stopped." "So you didn't try and get away, you just lay there and took it?" "Umm, yeah. I guess so." "How ... how did that feel, Casey?" "Well it hurt so much at first, but after a while I stopped hurting and it just felt very big. Then he started touching me in a spot, and I started to squirm because it was like he was tickling my private parts." "A ... spot?" "Yeah. I think they call it a 'clitoris'. We learned about that in Sex Ed." "Oh right. So he touched your clitoris and made you feel 'good'?" "Umm, I guess so. I couldn't help it, but I did feel good. Especially when he started to push his thing in and out really fast." "He did? And what did you do?" "I started to make funny noises, like squeals. My ... umm ... pussy was feeling really funny and I just felt like making noise, I guess." "Your 'pussy' eh? OK. Then what happened? Were they saying anything up to this point?" "Umm....oh yeah, the white guy said something like 'keep going Lenny, you got her really horny, man.' And Lenny, that's the black guy, said 'man she's so tight, I'm squeezed." The detective shifted awkwardly in his seat, and asked "OK, so what happened after that point?" "Umm...well the black guy was going so fast, his ... thing was slamming in and out, and I ... I was feeling ... really good. Then I ... then I ... then I had an orgasm." "You had an orgasm!?!" "Umm ... yeah. Sorry." "I bet. And then what happened?" "Well the black guy stopped moving and lay down on top of me, he was groaning and much, so loud I thought he hurt himself. Then I heard the police sirens, and the two guys ran off. I stood up and all this white stuff oozed out of my ... privates, I thought he'd hurt me, then I remembered Sex Ed and figured it was probably his semen." The detective was red in the face, angrily stood up and slammed his chair in under the table, then brought his fist down in the desk right in front of Casey's hands, producing a loud BANG! "You fuckin' little slut. Drag me all the way across town for some so-called vicious rape - then you tell me you were comin' like a steam-train on that nigger-boy's dick?!" "I ... I ... I'm sorry. I couldn't help it!" Casey was crying again. "I'll give you fuckin' sorry, you whore." The detective moved around the table, lifted her from her seat, then roughly laid her over the table. Casey let out a squeal, but it was no use. The interview room was thoroughly soundproofed, nobody could hear her. "Please ... please ... no, not this. Not here. Please stop sir. Pleeeease..." "Fuck up." The cop kept his left hand firmly between her shoulder blades, holding her upper body down on the smooth wooden desktop, while his right hand flipped up her knee-length school skirt, exposed her panty-less ass and a few tufts of silken gold pussy hair. "I'm not going to bother with foreplay. You should be already well lubed." "Noooooo. Noooooooo.....!!" He reached down to his expensive pants and unzipped, exposing his rock-hard dick and pointing it directly towards her teenage cunt. With his knees he kicked apart her own legs, so that the were laying open at a 90-degree angle, then moved in so close that his own thighs bumped the tabletop between her spread thighs. "Here it comes, little Miss Innocent..." "Aaarrrggghhh, God noo......" Casey cried, as the cop's nine-inch truncheon slammed roughly and callously in between her tightly-clenched pussy lips, rasping its way inside and then making its slow but decisive journey all the way up her tight little opening. "Am I as big as that black jerk, bitch?" the policeman chuckled to himself, as he pumped her ass slowly but surely, feeling the inner walls of her 14-year-old pussy expanding ever so slightly before the conquest of his bloated cockhead. God, she is tight, he thought. Doesn't feel like she's *ever* been fucked. Casey just closed her eyes and moaned, tears running down her face onto the desk as she felt the thick, hot menace of the cop's intruder bulldozing it's way into her teenaged cunt. Try as she might to ignore it, she could feel his knob, as big as a tennis ball, stirring her up inside as it thrusted in and out like some giant organic piston. "Ooh man," the cop mimmicked, "she's so tight, I'm squeezed!" He chuckled to himself, then stopped to increase his pace as he stirred the young girl's meat into a churned froth. Faster and faster he hammered, his cock slipping almost all the way out before each in-thrust, his balls making a light slapping noise against the firm young cheeks of the girl's ass. He leaned down so that his upper body was lying atop the girls, then fucked faster in small, rabbit-punch movements until the adolescent was gibbering in pain. "Feel it, bitch, here it comes for you. Here's your second lot of jism for the night, right up in your womb. Here it comes slut," he half-whispered, half-gasped in her left ear. Then, with a frantic series of five thrusts, the cop rammed deep inside the girl's belly and filled her cunt and womb with a series of thick, hard bursts of white-hot semen. The girl felt it too and squealed anew, the detective's cum filling her so much that it was forced out of her cunt to fall in thick drops on the interview room floor. He withdrew and zipped up, leaving the girl naked, exposed and used on the desk. After a minute or two, she too composed herself, then sunk to the floor crying, her hands cradling her face, blood dripping down from her inner thighs, mixed with the cop's semen. "What the fuck are you crying for?" he asked unsympathetically. "You bastard. That was my first time. You took ... took ... you took my cherry!" "Yeah right. Right after the black guy, honey." he said dismissively. "You ... you don't understand. I made that up. Nothing happened. I ... I ... got into a fight at school, and didn't want my dad to know. He'd kill me if he found out. Nobody touched me in the park! I took my own panties off to make it look real. You bastard, you hurt me so bad ....!" She was crying again, hysterically. The cop looked aghast, and didn't know what to say. Earlier it had seemed OK, now he could be in serious trouble. "Umm...OK Casey. I'm sorry honey...umm...we can work this out. OK? I won't tell anyone about this if ... umm ...you don't. It could be embarrassing for us both. Umm ... who's your dad? Perhaps I could have a word with him for you ... that would ... umm ... fix it. OK?" "My dad?" Casey looked distatefully? She jumped up, ran to the tape recorder, ejecting the tape and flipping it into her pocked. As she ran towards the interview room door and flung it open, she looked back at the stunned detective and said: "My dad is Police Commissioner Vanderburgh, you bastard!" Then she was gone. "Oooooh fuck .... " the cop mumbled, lips tightly clenched. THE END Want more? Let me know! strawface@hotmail.com -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----