The Little Girl and the Cop

-by Alvo Torelli

(Mg, nc, oral, bd, rp, pedo)

(Author's note: This story is a completely different take on a set-up also used for the story "The Little Girl and the Police Officers." Enjoy them both! And a special shout-out to the anonymous copy editor. You rock!)

An officer of the metropolitan police, a man of medium build in his mid forties, with a slight beer gut and balding pate but otherwise pleasant features, 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. A series of brutal sexual assaults in remote parts of the city's extensive parks had led to stepped-up foot patrols in the areas. But there was too much territory to cover effectively and the foot patrols were spread very thin.

The officer, Charlie Olmsted, released the strap on his sidearm, making sure it was loose in its holster. His heart beat fast as he crept quietly towards a tall hedge. Under the hot afternoon sun, sweat soaked his heavy uniform shirt . He stopped to listen again and heard the unmistakable 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, Charlie burst through the small opening into a secluded grassy glade about ten feet across and completely surrounded by tall buckthorn hedges. He pointed his gun at the first movement he saw and shouted out "Freeze, metropolitan police!"

The officer 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 glade. Twisting around quickly, her large 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 beautiful little girl was not a dangerous assailant. Indeed, one glance at her and it was obvious she was the victim of an assault herself. Her school uniform was a mess. Her blouse was dirty and partially open, several buttons missing. 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, the officer saw the remnants of a torn bra and a pair of pink cotton panties at the foot of the bench. If all that wasn't enough to give the officer a pretty good clue, then there was the fact that the little girl's wrists were firmly handcuffed behind her back - the signature of the city's serial rapist.

"Miss! Are you alright?" The officer 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!"

The officer was overwhelmed by how beautiful and young the girl was. It surprised him to realize that her disheveled appearance and handcuffed situation were arousing. She was just a child, younger than his niece. How could he see her as sexually attractive? He told himself to pay attention to his job and try not to dwell on how pretty the little girl was.

"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!"

The officer started to reach for his handcuff keys, but something made him stop. Maybe he should leave the handcuffs on for now, they were pretty important evidence after all. They weren't really hurting the little girl, just scaring her. He'd better leave them on her.

"Don't worry Ivie, I'm here to help you now," the officer spoke as calmingly as he could. "How old are you Ivie?"

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

Eleven! So young. As the girl twisted and turned, fighting the handcuffs, her blouse flipped open and flashed the officer a momentary shadowed peek of her chest. He couldn't be certain, but he thought he saw her small budding breasts. He gaped and felt a hard twitch in his slacks. Thank goodness she didn't see the long stunned leer he gave her chest before he pulled himself together.

"Eleven. Good." the officer stumbled over his words. He should cover the poor girl up with something, at least find a way to secure her blouse for her. But he didn't. Wasn't her open blouse evidence? He wasn't a field investigator, he told himself. He didn't want to mess anything up. "Uhm, Miss, I mean, Ivie - how did you end up out here all by yourself? Eleven is awfully young to be wondering around in the park without an adult."

"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 a man, and he grabbed me and ..."

"Just a minute, just a minute, slow down," the officer interrupted Ivie's increasingly hysterical words. "Are you hurt?

"Please, please, can't you take these cuffs off me, I can't stand them. He put them on me and then he... Oh! They make me feel so, so, ... Please!" Pretty little Ivie shivered from head to foot as she pleaded with the officer about the handcuffs. She looked up into his face and her blouse fell further open, clearly revealing her tiny breasts and the perfect smooth white skin across her chest.

Officer Charlie Olmsted was sworn to serve and protect, but he paused, entranced by the beautiful child's unexpected sexuality and vulnerability.

"Miss, I don't think I have a key for that style of handcuffs," Charlie lied smoothly. The lie brought an instantaneous tremor of guilt, shame and fear. Why didn't he let the poor little thing go? Was it really because he liked the way she looked; helpless and frightened? Was it the straining bulge in his slacks thinking for him? But again he told himself: the cuffs were important to the investigation. Right? Didn't the cuffs prove she'd been abducted by the serial rapist? Maybe there was physical evidence on the cuffs - he might destroy it. He wouldn't be responsible for screwing up essential evidence. "Besides, miss, I can't take the cuffs off - it might destroy important evidence. You're just going to have to wear those a bit longer, until we get this little mess cleared up. I'm so sorry. But you were saying there was a man. What man?"

"Oh god, no! I can't stand them." A tear streamed down the girl's beautiful face, crossing a small patch of faint freckles. The officer imagined reaching out his hand to gently wipe the tear away before pulling the pretty face towards his, to kiss her full round lips. The desire to kiss her was an ache that he could barely resist. It was confusing and frustrating to be so attracted to someone who was so off limits, but there was no denying the intensity of his feelings.

To make things worse, as the little girl struggled hard against the metal restraints, twisting and thrashing in her panic, she managed to completely untuck her blouse from her skirt, tearing off the only button still working. Her blouse fell open, revealing her immature chest to the officer's startled gaze. The full afternoon sun kissed the precious skin of her chest and now Charlie could fully appreciate her small budding breasts and tiny dark nipples. For the first time Ivie realized she was bared to the officer's gaze and a deep blush covered her face as she tried to twist around where he couldn't see her nakedness.

"It's okay, miss, don't be upset about that. I'm a police officer - you don't have to be alarmed." The desire to sweep the little thing into his arms was just getting worse. The officer felt a little bit ill at the terrible thoughts crowding into his brain.

Ivie slowly turned back to face the officer. "Really? It's okay?"

"It's really okay, miss, it's part of my job. You just calm down and let me take care of everything. Listen, my name's Charlie, Charlie Ol..." Charlie caught himself before he used his full name. Somehow he realized he didn't want her to know his full name. "You just call me Charlie, miss, I mean Ivie."

"Uhm, okay?" Ivie answered in her quavering little girl voice and looked up trustingly into the officer's face. Charlie Olmsted's heart sputtered in his chest and his cock spasmed even harder in his pants.

"Ivie," Charlie began, as calmly as he could, "I know this is hard, but you need to tell me. Did the man rape you, Ivie? Do you know what that means?"

"Oh no, please, I don't want to talk about that! Please, please!"

"Come on Ivie, it's okay, it's just me - you need to tell me, I'm a police officer. Did the man rape you?"

"Oh god, oh god." Ivie blushed again, and couldn't look the officer in the eyes. She trembled all over her small body, but finally she looked up into his face. "Do I have to say it? I don't want to! I was so scared."

"You have to tell me Ivie."

"Oh my god... Yes! Yes, the man pulled me here, to this place and he, he, oh god, he raped me!" Ivie broke down into tears. But she didn't flinch when Charlie moved closer to her on the bench, put his arm around her shoulders and pulled her tight against his chest.

Brody Heifner sat perched in a tall spreading maple tree, just high enough to give him an unobstructed view of the secluded glade where he had left the pretty little girl named Ivie. He trained his telephoto lens on the girl, marveling again. She was so pretty and her struggles against the handcuffs, with her blouse hanging open, were so erotic. He thought about how exciting it had been to pull her arms back and handcuff her slender wrists. It was only about an hour since he'd had his thick cock in the little girl's incredibly tight pussy, but he was already hard again from watching her with the dumb cop.

That it was a cop who'd discovered the girl was a major complication to the plan. It hardly seemed likely that a cop would take the bait. But there was nothing for it now but to wait and watch. It was a good sign that the cop hadn't removed her handcuffs, and he seemed to be mesmerized by the child's bared breasts. So maybe he wasn't immune to her beauty and helplessness.

Brody really hoped this plan worked. Things were getting hot and he really needed to find a patsy to take the fall for him. He could be looking at years in jail!

It seemed like the plan might actually be working, even if it was a cop. Look at the way the pervert stared down at the girl's bare chest even as he comforted her on the bench. After a bit, Brody watched the cop get up and move away from the little girl.

Wait, what was the cop doing? He was calling someone on his cell phone. Damn, he's calling in for backup. Shit, shit, shit. The plan was going down the toilet. But wait a minute, why is he talking on his cell instead of his radio? Brody could see the radio transceiver hooked to the cop's shoulder. Why the hell was the cop using his smart phone? What was he up to? Whoa, now the cop was holding his phone out in front of him, pointed at the pretty little girl. Damn, the cop was taking pictures of her with his phone! She looked up from her tears to see the camera phone and then squirmed about, trying frantically to keep her titties away from the camera. It was amazing the way she could blush. Brody excitedly snapped a few pictures of his own - pictures he could always send to the police later if he needed to.

Maybe this was just going to work after all.

"Don't worry Ivie. These pictures are just for the investigation. Nobody will see them but my detective. She's real nice, you'll like her."

"Really? You promise nobody will see them?" The pretty child looked hopefully into Charlie's face. "I don't want anyone to see me like this!" She blushed again, setting off her beautiful blue eyes and long cascading blonde curls.

Charlie Olmsted couldn't believe what he was doing. She thought he was investigating her assault while they waited for his detective to arrive, but he was just ogling her, trying to decide if could actually do any of the terrible things that kept popping into his head. He felt like a creep, but the sweet little girl - partly naked and bound - was so hot he could barely stand it.

"Don't worry, miss, these photos are just for the detective. She told me I had to take them, otherwise ... Now, if you'll just cooperate we can move things along while we wait for the detective to get here. I'm supposed to make sure I secure the essential evidence before any of it gets contaminated. You don't mind do you?" Charlie felt his heart in his throat. But he'd come this far, surely he could go just a little farther. God he'd like to have pictures of the little girl naked!

"Uhm, okay? I guess?" The sweet innocent girl sniffled. "But I really wish I could just go home. And I don't want anybody to see me like this, except you Officer Charlie."

"Okay Ivie, don't worry, it's just me for now. My detective will be here in about half an hour." It was getting easier to lie to Ivie and Charlie even managed a reassuring smile. But then he took a plastic bag from one of his pockets and proceeded to put Ivie's sweater into it.

"Wh-what are you doing?" Ivie asked.

"I have to bag up the important evidence, Ivie. We have to make sure we can identify any DNA the man left on your clothes and they might get contaminated." As he spoke, Charlie returned to the bench and picked up Ivie's tattered bra and stuffed it in the bag. Then he picked up her panties, but before he bagged them he examined them carefully and held them to his face to take a long whiff. He heard Ivie gasp before he stuffed the panties into the evidence bag. Finally, he stepped back next to Ivie. "Miss, Ivie, I need you to stand up now. Can you do that for me? Here, I'll help you."

With Charlie steadying her, Ivie managed to stand in front of the bench. "What do you need, Officer Charlie?"

The little girl barely came up past Charlie Olmsted's waist - he realized she couldn't be more than four foot four, maybe four foot five. At five foot eleven he towered over her. She seemed even more vulnerable now. He dropped to one knee in front of her, bringing them face to face, and he looked into her eyes with as much reassurance as he could muster.

"I just have to get the last piece of evidence, Ivie. Don't worry, it'll be okay." Charlie said.

"Wh-what piece of evidence?" Ivie squeaked nervously.

"Just your skirt Ivie." And before the shocked little girl could move, Charlie darted out his hands and firmly grasped her waist. He found the zipper at the back of her skirt, pulled it down quickly and let the woolen garment drop to the ground.

"No!" Ivie protested, but there was nothing she could do. Charlie quickly grabbed the lapels of her blouse and pushed them back, guiding the blouse over her shoulder and down her handcuffed arms, where he left it hanging. For all practically purposes she was naked! And then he took her slim waist in his big hands, lifted her to the side and then scooped up her skirt and stuffed it in his evidence bag with her other clothes. "Office Charlie, please, please, give me my clothes back. Oh god, please! Someone might see me!"

"Don't worry miss, it's just us here. There's no one to see you. You just calm down, you can trust me, I'm a police officer. Remember? I'm just being real careful with the evidence, that's all. Every thing's fine miss, trust me."

"Are you sure? Do you really have to have my clothes?"

"I really do, Ivie, I'm sorry. Just try to be brave now." Charlie was having a hard time talking to the vision in front of him. Her body was so magnificent. Every inch of skin was perfect. And the little slit between the puffy mounds of flesh where her legs came together was intoxicating. She was completely hairless there, not even a whiff of fuzz. He thought she had the most beautiful body he'd ever seen.

"Well, okay? Uh, I guess? But please, Office Charlie, please don't let anyone else see me."

Even though he'd been hoping for something like this, Brody Heifner's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets at the sight of the cop pulling down the little girl's skirt. There was no way in hell the cop should be undressing the girl, unless he was planning on doing a lot worse. Brody started to feel that the plan was really going to work! He breathed a sigh of relief and then he got busy taking more shots of the cop and the girl together. With his telephoto lens he got in close to capture the looks on their faces, lust on the cop and fear on the little girl's.

But the little girl wasn't screaming or trying to escape the cop. In fact her body language suggested that she trusted him. She didn't even try to hide when he pulled out his camera again, and started taking pictures of her nudity. Brody had seen the little girl up close too, and he knew how hot she was. It didn't surprise him at all that the cop would want a record, but it did surprise him that the cop was taking so much time with it. If Brody was that close to the little girl, when she was nearly naked, he was pretty sure he'd grab her, push her down and spread her legs - then fuck her brains out. In fact, that's exactly what he'd done to her hardly more than an hour earlier and he really wished he could do it again, right now. He was so fucking horny and she was so fucking hot and he knew she was so fucking tight. Watching the cop take advantage of her helpless condition was driving him insane with lust.

Brody got a hold of himself. It was getting near to the time to act. But his timing needed to be just right. This cop was really taking things slowly. That just meant he had to keep his cool and wait for the right moment. It would come, he was sure of it. In the meantime he got lots more use out of his telephoto lens!

It was crazy that Charlie seemed to have won the pretty little girl's complete trust. She let him photograph her from every angle. If only he could get her to open her legs for him. What must her pussy look like? He imagined her on her back, with her legs spread wide, or maybe on her face with her ass in the air? Charlie had intended to stop at taking pictures - then go call in anonymously for someone else to come find the girl. But now he wasn't sure. She was so hot, and there was so much more he wanted. Could he get her to go along with him for just a little more? Was she really that naive?

"Okay miss," Charlie said as he put away the cell phone. "That was great, you're really being so helpful and I know you want to be done. We just have to do a little bit more now. Can you trust me and help me with just a bit more investigation before the detective gets here?"

"Can I go home then?" the girl asked plaintively.

"Uhm, yeah, yeah, we just have to go over a few more things, then you can go home." Lying to her was easy now. And with each lie she seemed to trust him more - it was so strange. He went back down to one knee in front of her and she didn't even shy away when he put his hands on her shoulders, looking into her pretty eyes. Her naked body, directly in front of him, was exquisite. "I just need to ask some questions now. You need to tell me the truth, even if it's something you don't want to talk about - okay? Do you understand? Will you tell me the truth Ivie?"

"Oh, Office Charlie, I, I - yes, I'll tell you the truth. I will."

"Okay, Ivie, you're very brave. Now tell me what happened - with the man. Tell me exactly what happened."

Ivie took a deep breath and furrowed her pretty brow, then launched into her story. "I, I was just a little bit behind everyone else. 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 my arm and he pulled me down the path, really fast, and then through the bushes into this place. I should have screamed, but I was so scared - he said he'd kill me if I screamed!"

Charlie didn't say anything, he just looked expectantly at Ivie to get her to continue.

"He pushed me down on the bench, and pulled my arms back. The next thing I knew I couldn't move them. I tried and tried to get them free, but I couldn't. Then he showed me a huge knife! I was so scared. He ripped part of my blouse open and then he grabbed my bra and he cut it off! I was so ashamed Officer Charlie! I shouldn't have let him do that!"

"Now, now, miss Ivie, calm down. The man's not here, he's gone. It's just you and me, alone. Just stay calm so you can tell me the rest. You're doing a great job - tell me all the details." Charlie really did think she was doing a great job. He was getting more and more excited listening to the fear in the little girl's voice. His thick cock was straining at his pants. "And tell me what the man said, Ivie. Don't leave anything out."

Ivie tried to calm down, and got her breathing under control, then continued. "When the man was cutting my bra off, he asked me if I knew what he was going to do to me. I didn't answer him, I just cried and tried not to scream - his big knife was right in my face. He said he was going to, to, oh god, I don't want to say it! He said he was going to fuck me! It was so horrible! I didn't even know what he meant, but I knew it was a really bad thing - I'd heard that word." Ivie had to breathe hard for a moment to calm down again. "He rolled me onto my back and held me down. It hurt my arms! And then he reached right under my skirt and pulled down my panties. He pushed my skirt up high and I knew he was looking at me. I was so ashamed. Oh god, Officer Charlie, do I have to tell you the next part? I don't want to!"

"Yes, yes," Charlie said excitedly. "Go on Ivie, what did he do?"

"He forced my legs apart and then he licked me! It was terrible. I was so scared! He put his tongue inside me!" Ivie wailed and fresh tears coursed down her cheeks.

Charlie was so excited he nearly had a stroke. A vision of Ivie's incredible story swam through his mind and suddenly nothing in the world seemed more enticing than a taste of Ivie's young pussy. But he couldn't go that far. No matter how much he wanted to, no matter how tempting! But, but he could at least look -yes, he could look for the evidence - she'd believe him. She trusted him.

"Ivie!" Charlie broke in to the girl's forlorn moaning. It was so hard to contain his emotions. He spoke too quickly, his voice cracking with excitement. "You have to tell me Ivie. This is very important. You have to help me with the investigation. You can trust me Ivie, it's just my job, but you need to tell me, everything".

"Oh god, Officer Charlie, it's so embarrassing! But, but if y-you say so." Ivie pushed on through her tears. "He, he pushed his tongue in me for a long time. I cried and I tried to get away, but he was so strong. His tongue went everywhere. Oh god, I'm so embarrassed, I, I, I started shivering all over. I didn't understand what was happening, but I couldn't control it. I went crazy!"

Charlie was beside himself, barely in control. He gripped Ivie's shoulders tighter in his excitement. "Ivie, are you saying you liked it? You liked what the man did to you?"

"No, no, no," Ivie wailed forlornly.

"Don't lie to me Ivie!" Charlie yelled and he shook the like girl by the shoulders.

"Oh my god, oh, yes, yes, I liked it! Stop it, stop it, please!"

From his perch in the tree, Brody could see that things were really heating up. The cop was getting rough with the beautiful preteen and he could see her wailing and blushing. It was time, he was sure of it. He wanted this to work so badly. He needed it to work. If anyone ever found out he'd be as good as dead - he knew what happened to child molesters in prison and he'd end up in prison for sure. Maybe it wasn't fair to frame somebody else for his crimes, but he had no choice. Besides, it wasn't even his idea!

Enough! The cop was starting to lose his cool. Any minute now he'd grab her, he'd probably push her down and take her from behind. That's what Brody would do, get behind her, grab her handcuffs and push himself into her hot tight pussy. Oh god, her pussy was so tight! Remembering how good her pussy felt, quivering and throbbing around his huge dick - suddenly he was sure it was all worth it. He'd do it again in a heartbeat. Yes, the other guy had to take the fall for him! It was the only way.

"Hello? 9-1-1? You gotta help her! There's a little girl, in the park. I think some guy's gonna rape her. You gotta come! What? No, no, I can't, he's got a gun, I'm afraid. Yes, yes I can tell you where, exactly where. But you gotta come fast! Hurry!"

Charlie's heart turned a somersault in his chest. He thought he might pass out. She admitted that she liked it when the rapist licked her to an orgasm! What else did she like?

"What happened then Ivie?" Charlie demanded breathlessly. "What did the man do? What did he say?"

"No, no, I can't say any more. Please!"

Charlie shook Ivie, scaring her. He gripped her shoulders painfully. "Tell me, tell me you little slut! What happened?"

"Oh god, please! He flipped me over, on the bench. He threw my skirt up over my back and he said he was going to fuck me!" Ivie's voice combined the terror of reliving a horrible rape and desperate fear of the man clasping her in large strong hands, the certain knowledge that what had happened before could happen again.

"Where," Charlie interrupted her. "Show me, exactly where it was."

"Right there, on the bench." Ivie twisted and indicated one end of the bench.

Out of his mind, Charlie stood and propelled the terrified and helpless child to the bench, then forced her down onto her chest with her legs dangling down. He stood back and stared at her, twitching with excitement and pulling his phone camera out again. "Like that Ivie, is that where he put you?"

"Yes, yes, right here." The frightened child knew there was no point trying to get up from the cold bench. The policeman would just push her down again. With her face pressed to the stone, she couldn't see him taking more pictures of her.

"No, Ivie, it's not right. You're lying to me! Don't lie Ivie, I know. You were like this, weren't you?"

Ivie felt the policeman grab her legs and force her butt upwards, until she was standing on her feet with her butt high in the air and her chest still pushed into the bench. But worse, he forced her legs wide apart, then even wider. She knew that her pussy was spread wide for the world to see. "Please, please, don't," she wailed.

"Isn't that the position you were in Ivie? Tell me! Did you wiggle your sexy little ass for him?" Charlie drank in the amazing sight of the little vixen's amazing posture. Her pussy was pulled slightly open and she quivered all over in both fear and anticipation. He took pictures as fast as he could. "Tell me what happened Ivie!"

"Oh, he held me down and he got close behind me. I couldn't see what he was doing. But I felt something, something big, pushing against me!"

"Was it his cock, Ivie?" Charlie couldn't help himself. Looking at the stunning girl, taking pictures of her wasn't enough. He had to touch her, feel her pussy, hold her down, dominate her. Camera abandoned, Charlie pressed himself against the girl's upturned butt, pushing down on her shoulders. "Did he rub you with his big cock?" Charlie cupped the little girl's pussy from behind, then ran his fingers through her crack, only to find her sopping wet with arousal. "Were you wet for him too, Ivie? Did you beg him to fuck you?" There was no denying that the little girl was thrusting back on Charlie's fingers as he explored her fantastic hairless pussy. "What happened Ivie? What did you do?"

"Oh, oh, please, stop!" Ivie wailed with fear, but she continued to wiggle her beautiful ass and grind on Charlie's fingers.

"Tell me, you little whore! Tell me what he did to you!"

"Oh god, please, he fucked me! He pushed something inside me, and it hurt, but he pushed it in harder and harder!" Pussy juices flowed freely around Charlie's fingers as the girl confessed her awful rape. "No, no, not again, please!"

"Tell me the rest Ivie! Tell me how you felt. Did you like it Ivie? Tell me!" Charlie kept working the little pussy, stroking along the smooth puffy outer lips, dipping deeply into the wet valley between he tiny soft inner lips and returning again and again to quickly flick at her tiny clit. He could feel her trembling under him, her breathing getting rapid as he got her more and more aroused, despite her fear. "Tell me, slut!"

"No, no, no!" Ivie wailed, thrashing helplessly on the bench.

"Tell me, whore! Did you like it? Did he make you feel good?"

"Yes! Yes! Oh god, yes, please! I liked it! Please, fuck me! Oh god, oh god, please! FUCK ME!"

Charlie rammed his dick into the sopping wet little pussy. He couldn't remember pulling the throbbing cock out of his pants. He lifted her hips for better purchase and pushed, sliding deeper into her unbelievably tight cunt. Ivie grunted with each vicious thrust, but her trembling shivers intensified too. Suddenly Charlie realized what he was doing - fucking, no raping an eleven year old girl - one who'd already been raped earlier the same day! A torrent of guilt, fear and remorse flooded through his system, but it was no match for the incredible lust he was feeling for his little captive. He paused, staring down at the fantastic body in his hands, but then he rammed into her again, as hard as he could.

Out of his mind, Charlie slammed into the tight hole again and again. The whole world disappeared. Every sensation left to him was concentrated on the amazing feeling, sight and slurping sound of his dick as he rammed it into the little girl's pussy. She was so small and so tight, he could only get about five inches of his dick inside of her before he was banging into the end of her fantastic tunnel. But he rammed into her mercilessly and the harder he thrust the more she seemed to like it. Charlie could tell that the little girl was going over the edge. How could such a little girl be such a fuck slut?

"Ah, ah, ah, oh god!!" Ivie cried as her orgasm burst over small body. She was in ecstasy, but her screams were not. "No, no, no!" she cried. "Please, please, stop! NOOOOOO!" Every muscle in her body strained and shivered with the strength of her orgasm.

It was too much for Charlie, and his balls contracted hard, bringing on an explosion of cum deep inside the little girl's womb. Between the girl's cries and his own loud grunts of pleasure, Charlie never heard the approaching group of police officers who were barreling up behind him from the small opening in the hedge.

Charlie was grabbed from behind by two large policemen, and roughly pulled backwards and thrown to the ground. He looked up in bewilderment. His cock was still ramrod stiff and spasming. Just before someone covered her with a coat, he saw a flash of the amazing sight of Ivie's cunt, framed between her smooth white legs and oozing cum. And then he was kicked, rolled onto his stomach and strong hands pulled his arms behind him to be handcuffed. Someone read him his rights, yelling in his ear, and then two officers dragged him to his feet.

"Ivie, Ivie, tell them," Charlie yelled out. "Tell them about the other man! Tell them you wanted me to - you begged me - tell them!" Then someone punched Charlie in the stomach to shut him up.

Ivie was sitting on the bench, covered from the front with a blanket. A female officer carefully removed her handcuffs and then the Sergeant sat down next to her, careful not to touch her and asked her gently. "Miss, is that your name? Ivie?"

"Y-yes," Ivie whimpered.

"Was there another man, miss? I can send men to find him if there was - just tell me, please. Was there another man?"

"No! No, just that man - that officer, Officer Charlie! He tricked me! He got me to come here with him and then he grabbed me! Oh, please, please, I want to go home. Please make him go away!" Ivie threw her arms around the burly Sergeant and buried her pretty face in his chest, clinging to him.

The Sergeant looked daggers at Charlie Olmsted and then ordered his men. "Take that scum away! Charge him with first degree rape!"

"No, no, there was another man first. I found her here - like that. You don't understand. She wanted me to fuck her. She begged me. Oh god!" Charlie was incredulous and he felt like his brain was going to melt. Everything was wrong!

The Sergeant disentangled himself from Ivie and let the female officer comfort her. He stood and slapped Charlie hard across the face. "You're a traitor to the force and a disgusting rapacious slime, Olmsted! But we caught you red handed this time, and it won't be hard to pin the rest of the rapes on you too. You're going to jail for a long long time! Now get this piece of trash out of my sight!"

Two burly officers dragged Charlie away as he sputtered and moaned in terror.

It was almost two in the morning before the last light went off at the home of Ivie McPhatter. Brody Heifner sat in his car out front for a few more minutes, not wanting to take any chances that anyone was still awake in the house.

It was stupid to want to break into the house and he knew it, but he couldn't stop himself. Watching the little girl get raped by the dumb cop had been so overwhelmingly hot! He just had to have her again. Every fiber of his being was telling him to break into the house, climb into her bed and fuck her again - fuck her hard. He could even handcuff her again, or worse.

Damn it, it was hard to just sit in the car in the dark, waiting. But he had to be careful. It would be silly to get caught now, after he'd successfully framed the stupid cop for raping the little girl.

When he couldn't wait any longer, Brody crept out of his car and headed around to the side of Ivie's house. In dark clothes, with a small black pack on his shoulder, he was nearly invisible. He knew that the girl's window was the last one on the second floor and he made short work of searching for a long ladder and silently setting it against the house. He had a lot of practice. He climbed to the window and used a small shim to easily remove the screen, which he set carefully on the roof of the house. The shim was perfect for sliding in and lifting the latch to the window, which slid open with almost no sound. Brody swung himself into the dark room and paused, then slowly and quietly closed the window.

Brody could hear the little girl's soft steady breathing as she slept. He used a dim penlight to find his way across her messy floor and knelt beside her bed. He was excited, trembling at the sight of the beautiful face on her pillow. He wanted her so much - his desire for her was a pounding physical need that he couldn't resist. He reached out towards her, ready to silence her if he had to.

"Brody! Is that you?" Ivie's eyes came open and she smiled beamingly at her secret boyfriend.

"Shhh!" Brody responded, barely making a sound as he put one finger to the gorgeous eleven year old's lips. "Hey baby," he whispered, "are you okay? I've been worried about you. He didn't hurt you did he?"

"Oh god, Brody, I need you," Ivie whispered back. "I'm fine, but I need you."

Brody didn't need to hear any more than that. He put the penlight on Ivie's side table, stripped his clothes off in a flash and slid under the sheets with her, pulling her naked body tight against his. It felt so good to be with her again. Their need for one another took over and they didn't speak again. They just kissed hard and long. Ivie's little tongue darted expertly and playfully into her boyfriend's mouth, just the way he liked. Brody didn't lose any time finding Ivie's sopping pussy with his fingers, working her rapidly towards the orgasmic ecstasy that he knew she liked so much. Ivie gripped his exploring hand with her thighs and moaned, loud enough for Brody to cover her mouth with his other hand. He couldn't believe how much he wanted her.

Brody knew everything that Ivie liked, and he liked the same. They were so perfectly compatible as lovers - except for the fact that he was nineteen and she was only eleven. They'd been fucking like rabbits for almost six months, ever since Brody met Ivie through her older brother who was goalie on Brody's varsity soccer team. Everything was going fine until Ivie got pregnant. It was so stupid! One mistake, one missed condom and Ivie was knocked up! They were sure to get caught. Once her pregnancy became obvious it would all come out in the open and Brody would be screwed. He'd probably end up in jail - a child molester. It was Ivie who came up with the plan to find someone else to take the blame. She couldn't stand the thought of being without him - she was willing to do anything, anything at all to keep him - even letting herself be raped!

The two entwined bodies heaved and twisted on the bed with desperate energy and emotion. "God, baby, it was so hard watching you with that asshole cop," Brody whispered to her, continuing to stroke her pussy and her tiny immature breasts. "But it was really hot, too. I had it so bad."

"Yes, yes, Brody, oh god, right there, yes. It was worth it! It was fine - I just pretended he was you. I only want you Brody. I did it for you, oh god, yes, please, I need you inside me! Please Brody, please!"

One of Brody's favorite thing about his child lover was what an incredibly horny little slut she was. She could fuck all night and her desires matched his to perfection. He pulled her closer to the headboard, then flipped her onto her back and got on top of her small body, pinning her down. He loved the way she gasped. With the two pairs of handcuffs he'd dragged into the bed he cuffed her wrists and spread her arms wide, attaching them to the bedposts. She could barely reach her arms wide enough.

"Oh god, Brody, now, now, please! Please!" Ivie whispered in her little girl voice and bucked her hips into him, enticing him to enter her. But Brody knew that it would be so much better if he made her wait. And he knew she would have trouble being quiet enough when he finally started fucking her.

Brody reached into his pack and pulled out the small ball-gag he'd bought for Ivie, as a surprise to celebrate the success of their plan. He knew she'd love it. Her eyes went wide with amazement and a hint of fear - and she involuntarily pulled at the handcuffs securing her to the bed. But her mouth went eagerly around the ball and she lifted her head to let Brody strap the gag on. He made sure it was nice and tight, wanting to keep her as quiet as he could. Again the little slut bucked her hips up into Brody, begging him with her body to fuck her.

Another quick dive into his pack brought out a nice length of silken rope. Ivie's eyes flared again when she saw what he had, but she didn't fight him. She loved being tied up, she loved being helpless and dominated by her strong young lover. She was desperate to feel his big cock deep in her pussy, but she knew how much better it would be if she was completely in his control. Brody quickly and expertly tied the rope around one of her ankles, looping it around her foot to keep it in place no matter what. Ivie thought he would tie her ankle to the bedpost, spreading her into a big X, one of Brody's favorites - and hers too. But instead he ran the rope through the rails of the headboard and then quickly tied the other end to her other ankle. When he pulled in the slack, Ivie's feet were pulled up over her head and spread almost as wide as her arms. She was bent double at the waist and completely incapacitated, unable to move a muscle. Her ass was even pulled up off the mattress, with her pussy and tiny anus exposed and totally vulnerable.

Brody took mercy on his fantastic little girl lover and slipped a pillow under her lower back to take some of the strain off of her. He loved the look of fear and uncertainty on her face, but he knew she loved her bound position. He got on his knees between her legs and sunk his tongue deep into her tiny hairless pussy. God he loved eating her! She was so sweet and so responsive to his tongue. He knew exactly how to lick along the puffy outer labia, getting them to swell even larger as her arousal grew. Then he would dip deep into her cleft, sucking the amazing nectar she produced in amazing quantity. As soon as she was completely aroused, he began to flick at her tiny clitoris with his strong tongue.

Ivie moaned into her gag. She tried to twist and turn, but she was completely immobilized. It was sweet torture. Brody's tongue was so good at getting her off and she wanted him so much. In no time at all her little body was convulsing under his face. Her orgasm was incredibly strong and flowed on and on. And just at the height of her orgasm, when it felt like it would overtake her young mind, Brody entered her. Ivie screamed with pleasure and excitement and even the tight gag couldn't hold it in. Brody had to cover her mouth quickly and firmly to stop her, but he never let up his assault on her wonderfully tight cunt. Again and again he shoved his large dick into his little girlfriend, pounding against her cervix, but knowing that she loved it - she loved to take him hard and fast and furious. She was such a cock slut! But she loved him more than anything, and he loved her just as much. Their wonderful exuberant fucking was part of the incredible love they felt for one another.

Brody came inside Ivie, grunting out his pleasure. He filled her womb, not needing to care about it. She was already pregnant. She was already carrying his tiny baby in her wonderful little girl body. It felt so good to let his sperm force its way up through the cock that was so tightly embedded in Ivie's body. With a final thrust he impaled her and held her tight, letting the last drops of cum enter her and prove how much he desired her.

Later, the young couple cuddled tightly under Ivie's sheets, legs and arms entwined and staring into one another's eyes by the dim light. "I love you Brody," Ivie whispered. "I love you so much, I'm so glad that our plan worked. Now everyone will think that stupid cop is the father of our baby. No one will know you were the one. And later, when I'm a little bit older, they'll have to let us be together. Our baby will need a daddy - they couldn't deny a little baby a daddy, could they?"

"Hush baby. Everything will fine. It's all going to be fine now. God, I love you so much. We'll be together forever baby."

"Forever! Nothing could go wrong when I have you, Brody."

Detective Raphael Streit was a very careful man: meticulous, complete, detailed and very smart. Therefore, when someone else, another cop no less, got busted red handed for a series of rapes that he himself had committed - he knew he would have to find out exactly what had happened. Precisely what. There was simply no room for errors. Making mistakes was not something Detective Streit allowed of himself.

On the plus side, everyone thought the serial rapist was off the streets and off the city's backwoods trails. People would drop their guards. Finding his last local victim, making plans on when and where to take her would be easier now. But he wasn't going to change the decision he'd made ten months ago. He had one more victim in this area, and then he was off to find a new location. There was too much chance of some smart cop realizing they had the wrong guy. One more, no more. But who?

In the mean time he needed to know everything he could about this idiot cop who'd gotten himself caught raping some little girl. The girl probably wasn't important, but he'd have to check her out too. Why the hell had the cop handcuffed her, just like Raphael always did to his victims? He kept saying it was someone else, that he found her that way, but nobody believed him. And even if there had been another man, the most likely suspect was Raphael himself, and he knew he hadn't done it. No, the guy must be lying. Still, you can never be too careful.

Two days after the arrest, Detective Streit arranged to interview the rogue cop. The guy was pretty beat up - both physically and mentally. Cops who land in jail don't fare well, and child molesting cops, well... But the guy's crazy story had a ring of truth to it. He swore he didn't handcuff the girl, he found her that way. And he was convinced the little girl actually led him on, playing up her helplessness and making sure he got plenty of good looks at her fantastic body.

"I mean Jesus, just look at her! Look at the phone pictures, you'll see what I mean. I'm telling you the little bitch set me up." Former Officer Olmsted stuck to his story throughout the interview, and Streit started to believe him.

So he did look at the photos, although he didn't let it get into the official log that he'd gotten a hold of the cell phone camera. But it was easy to get into the evidence room and download the contents of the phone without anyone knowing. The photos of the little girl blew his mind! What an incredible beauty! And she was definitely pouring it on for the camera. He knew well what recently raped girls looked like, and this girl had not been recently raped. She really had set the cop up, enticed him to rape her. Well, too bad for him. It wasn't Raphael's job to rescue the big slob from his own stupidity.

But the more Raphael Streit looked at the amazing pictures of little Ivie McPhatter, the more fascinated he got. She was just so incredibly hot. So he set out to figure her out, which for a detective of his caliber was a piece of cake. Two nights of stakeout, a little digging through the trash, some innocent questions around the high school and the middle school and he had the whole picture. The little slut had an older boyfriend - way older, and she'd gotten knocked up, even though she was only eleven. The whole story fell into place. He was actually sort of impressed, but he was also pissed off that they'd used his signature as part of the set-up.

Between the photos, the story, the annoyance, there really wasn't any question who Raphael's last local victim would be. And he had something very special in mind for little Ivie McPhatter - something even a little submissive slut like Ivie would never ever forget.

Raphael watched from the dark interior of his car as Brody Heifner climbed the ladder and swung his leg into the open window of Ivie's darkened room. The silly boy just couldn't stay away from the sexy minx, he thought. It was going to be interesting to let someone else warm his victim up for him - a new experience. Maybe he'd even let the boy watch! He gave them another ten minutes. Finally, it was time. Raphael Streit climbed from his car and stretched out his stiff muscles. A pair of handcuffs dangled from his hand as he silently approached the ladder conveniently left for his use.

One last girl, Raphael reminded himself. One more and then it was time to move on. But oh, this one was going to be very memorable. He placed a foot on the ladder and began to climb.

Note: If you liked this story, then you might like "The Little Girl and the Police Officers." It's a very different story based on the same set-up.

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