Title:  A 36th (Dirty Sexed) Precinct Tale: Partners

Author: The Purvv

Email: purvv@operamail.com

Story Codes: Mf(13) rape reluc Blkm interr

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Prologue

 

C irca 1960, I was assigned to the 36th (Dirty Sexed) Precinct for over 15 years. During that time I heard more stories about fellow officers involving sex than the average person sees in the movies in a lifetime. The difference being that the stories that I heard were true.

The 36th had more than its share of misfits. As a matter of fact it is my belief that whenever any cop in the city was involved in an accusation involving sex, even though it wasn't an official charge, the officer was quietly transferred from his existing precinct to the 36th. It was almost like the department felt as if it was easier to control these guys if they were all beneath one roof, so to speak. Insane? Yes! Nevertheless this is the way that the city operated.

Most of these officers were my friends, and over the years these stories would be told, most times in full detail, but without dialog. I've put these stories on paper taking poetic license with most of the dialog. Other than that, these tales are basically true.

 

Call and Response

I t happened so fast. Wade and Pete received the radio call that a child was being abused at 1241 County Road. Unfortunately, the policemen couldn't avoid immediately responding (as was their wont to do) because they just happened to be riding down that same block, when the call came to them.

As they got out of their Radio Car an old lady approached them. She told them that she heard screaming in the apartment next door to hers. She said that the family living there consisted of a husband, wife and their 13-year-old daughter. The woman said that she had heard that the man had lost his job a few days earlier and that he was doing a lot of drinking.

Although she didn't quite say so, both cops sensed that she was trying to tell them that she thought that the girl was being raped. As soon as the cops reached the apartment they heard a small girl's cry from behind the door, sounding like one long, "AAHHHHH!"

Both officers were 'street smart'. They knew that if they knocked at the door that by the time it was opened for them they wouldn't find anything amiss. They looked at each other and without talking they both understood what they were going to do. They would try the door and, if it were locked, they'd try to break it down. Of course, all of this was illegal, but they would report their actions differently from what they actually did.

Pete reached out to the door handle and turned. To their complete surprise the door was unlocked. They quickly and efficiently pushed open the door and rushed in together.

Sure enough, the father was raping his daughter.

 

Evidence Gathering and Reporting

F rom what the officers pieced together, it appeared that after the guy's wife went off to work he began drinking, and by the time he was supposed to wake up his daughter, for her to get ready for school, he was drunk. Finding the child sleeping in her panties he couldn't control himself. He said that she had been leading him on for months and seeing her like that caused him to lose control.

As they were piecing the details together, Sgt. Calmer came to the scene and made the decision to have Wade take the child to the hospital for examination, while his partner rode with the sergeant and the prisoner back to the 36th.

While all of this had been going on, Wade, the black officer of this team, was mostly an observer. He hadn't done much of the questioning. When the father had alluded to the fact that his daughter had been leading him on, Wade began studying the youngster.

She was sitting in bed with the blanket pulled up to her neck, and when her father said that about her the girl shook her head wildly from side to side. Her face was tear-stained and throbs continued shaking her, even though her crying had stopped.

Because the arrest had happened so fast Wade hadn't really seen what kind of a body the youngster had, but he did remember seeing a glimpse of her ass and a flash of her nakedness, and he thought there could be some truth to the father's story.

Now, as he was left alone with the youngster, his eyes took in her face. The young teen seemed to have a moppet-like beauty with wide eyes on her innocent-looking face.

The girl told her story to him between sobs. As he listened, Wade suddenly realized that he had gotten somewhat hard. When she told him of her father ‘sticking it in’ her, the policeman became extremely hard, and as she continued relating the events Wade became aware that he might have an opportunity here. The girl told him how her father had never done anything like this before, and how much he had hurt her. The cop felt a wetness in his uniform trousers.

He was becoming extremely nervous as his mind started scheming. He told the girl that he was going to take her to the hospital and that she would have to be examined.

"This was your first time Clair, right?" he asked. She nodded and he continued, "I don't mean just with your father. I mean, you never did this before, right?"

"N-nev-never," she sobbed softly.

He had already made up his mind that if this didn't go right he would (as Bill Clinton told Gennifer Flowers to do) deny...deny...deny!

"They're gonna wanna check, er, you know, you, er, must be bleeding, especially if you're so sore," he stated.

"Yeah...It really hurt..." she said.

"Here sweetheart," he said in a friendly manner, as his hand reached out to the top of the blanket she was clutching, and gently tugged. "Let's take a look at you."

He tried to sound as official as possible, hoping that his voice didn't betray his nervousness.

Clair's eyes opened wide and a look of shock appeared. "N...n-no, y-you don't...I don't..." she whispered as her fingers continued to clutch at the blanket.

Wade tugged easily again, not using any force. "C'mon now, Clair. You're gonna have to be a big girl now, sweetheart. The doctors and nurses are going to have to examine you."

The child knew that she was going to have to go along with the authorities. "Can...Can...my mother...Can you...call her?" she asked. The youngster was terribly frightened.

Wade pulled a little bit more forcefully on the blanket as she continued clutching. "You want me to call her?" he asked. A thankful look appeared on her face as she nodded, gratefully. "Sure, baby. If you want...Of course I'll call her...C'mon, let's see how bad you are," he said, matter-of-factly.

Slowly the youngster loosened her grip on the blanket. She didn't want to anger this officer who was going to call her mother for her.

Wade felt Clair's grip ease, and seizing the moment he pulled the blanket away from the teen's body. He felt a wild flush pass through his body and he felt himself catch his breath.

She was sitting with her back upon headboard. He allowed his eyes to pause at the young girl's tits and his cock twitched in his pants. Her nipples were already protruding on the small lumps of flesh. The mounds were no bigger than small peaches.

Wade moved his eyes lower. Clair's legs were locked together but he could see spots of red on her. Eagerly he moved his hand down to the teen's crotch. She watched him with her eyes wide open in fright.

"C'mere, sweetheart...Open a little bit hon. I have to see, you know," he said gently.

Again tears were falling down her face. "C...Can't you...Can't you get my m-mother first?" she said, her voice barely audible.

"I will, hon, but I've got to check you, you know?" he coaxed. "Now c'mon sweetheart...Let me see."

His fingers were on the upper part of the child's bald mound. As he coaxed, he felt her loosening up.  He gently pushed his hand down between the youngster's legs, until he was barely touching her young pussy. Clair's eyes flashed from the cop's hand to his eyes and then back to his hand.

Then he allowed his palms to come into contact with the child's bald mound, and his fingers to abut upon the sticky crack. His fully erect pecker jumped violently in his pants.

"Oh shit, hon. Your father must've really hurt...hah?" he asked.

"Y-yeah..." she whispered.

Then Wade decided to go for it. He gently pushed a finger into her hole. The young girl’s whole body stiffened.

"Wh-d-don't , please...My mother...get her...please," she pleaded.

"There, Clair, I wi...Oh baby...He must have hurt you so much here, hah?...You poor girl," he said and his finger moved about inside of the girl.

"Please...My mother...please..." She was panicky, feeling the policeman's finger 'inspecting' inside of her.

"Okay, Clair. Okay, I will...but you, er, you know that she'll be locked up too, don't you?"

"No!" she stiffened and hissed, "Wh-what are...Why she...She didn't do anything wrong."

"I know," he coddled, "I know, but the authorities are going to say that she shouldn't have allowed it to happen...what your father did to you."

He continued slightly wriggling his finger in the child's bloody hole.

"Wha-what authorities?...Momma wasn't here...She couldn't have stopped him..." she was crying again.

Wade slowly pulled his finger back, almost all the way out, and then gently moved it back into her.

"I know...I know that sweetheart, but that's what the state will do. They'll blame her..." His finger pulled out and pushed in again. "I'm sorry hon, but they'll want to put her in jail...unless somebody in local authority vouches for her."

"Wh...what does voucher m-mean?"

His finger was now moving more frequently.

"Vouch? Well, it's like one of the local cops or someone speaks up for your mother, you know?"

Wade's heart was pounding from the illicit excitement.

"But...couldn't you? You're a cop..."

YEEEEAAAAHHHH!!! Success, he thought.

He allowed another finger to join his first. He saw her face wince when both of his fingers moved inside together.

"Well yeah...I'm a cop, but, well, I, er, guess that I could talk to keep her out of jail but...well, I'd have to say that I know her...I'd have to lie..."

"Oh please...PLEASE..." she pleaded frantically.

This was happening too easily, he thought. He told her, "A policeman's not supposed to lie, you know? I'd like to help you sweetheart, but I don't really know her...I..."

"Please...mister...I...She can't go to jail," she whimpered.

His fingers were moving about in her, "Your father's...er, thing...His, er, cock...Was up here, hah?" he whispered hotly.

She squirmed as his probing fingers moved about, and she nodded.

"And didn't it feel good after awhile?" he asked, his fingers continuing to move in and out.

"N...no..." Her voice was barely audible. "He said it would, but it didn't."

Wade continued with his fingers and he slowly moved his other hand onto the child's chest and his fingers toyed with her budding breast. She stiffened as he said, "Probably because we stopped him so soon. If we hadn't, it would have begun to feel great. The first time always hurts so much, you know?"

"Uh-huh, yeah, I...I guess...That's wh-what he said, but it only hu-hurt me!"

"Is this hurting, what my hand is doing down here?" he asked.

"N-no," she whispered as the policeman's hands were becoming more familiar with her body.

"You want me to speak up for your mommy...so she don't go to jail?" he asked.

His hands were working expertly on the young teen. She was about to answer him when she realized that his eyes by now had that same crazed look that she had seen in her father's. Clair suddenly sensed that it was happening again.

"Y...yes..." she said, so softly.

Wade's fingers were moving faster now in the child's hole, "The first time always hurts, but the second time becomes so much nicer, you know?" He was finger-fucking the youngster now. "You want me to speak for your mommy, don't you?"

Although she was so young, Clair was smart enough to realize that this man had gotten himself excited, like her father had, and he might be the best one to help to keep her mother from being locked up in jail.

"You'll like it the second time," he was whispering. His hand was feeling good. She parted her legs giving him easier access. "Move down baby...Lay down," he coaxed.

Hesitating only momentarily, the youngster then slid her body down until she was lying completely on her back. Her little heart was pounding. She was afraid. The policeman kept his fingers pushing in and out of her pussy, which was sending funny feelings throughout her body.

"You want me to do this, don't you...or do you want me to stop?"

The young girl realized her dilemma. If she told him to stop, then her mother would go to jail. If she told him to keep doing it, then next he would be doing what her father did. Her body assisted her mind in making the decision. Her hips were moving under the man’s pleasant explorations. The teen was actually getting hot from the cop's manipulations.

"No...," she whispered. "Don't stop." She was frightened anew. She knew where this was going to lead.

"You want the second time, don't you Clair?" he asked.

She closed her eyes shut, tight. She nodded.

"Now...right? You want the second time now, don't you, baby?"

Eyes still closed, she nodded frantically again.

He pulled his hands out of her pussy and off of her chest and then stood up. Looking down at the naked frightened little girl he asked, "You want me to fuck you, don't you Clair? Tell me baby."

"I...I...I'm...," she stammered.

Wade had dropped his gun belt to the floor and was quickly unbuttoning his shirt. "You want me to speak for your mother, right?" he asked.

She nodded and opened her eyes. She watched in fascinated horror and anticipation as the policeman began stripping, out of his uniform.

"Then you better tell me what else do you want me to do for you," he whispered, as he now opened his belt to rid himself of his pants.

"I...I want you to...fuck me...The second time...Fuck me good...Make it good."

His pants felt onto the floor as he put his fingers inside of his shorts, pushing them down his body, also. The child's eyes widened as she saw his stiff mass of flesh. Remembering the pain that her father caused in her, she was terribly afraid. The policeman's thing was even bigger than her father's had been.

And then Wade was standing totally naked. His hand moved down and grasped his throbbing cock. He held it tight and looked at the youngster's eyes upon him. "What do you want me to do with this, sweetheart? What do you want my cock to do?"

Clair was frightened. She wanted to run away. Yet she knew that this was all inevitable.

"Fuck me," she whispered.

He barely heard the words that the youngster spoke although he was watching her mouth. "What? Say it again...I didn't hear you."

"Fuck me," she said, this time with more confidence. He had moved his hand from his cock and she saw it twitch at the same time that she had spoken. "Fuck me...Make it good...Fuck me..."

Wade was quickly on the bed, kneeling between the teen's legs as he looked down at her exciting pussy. He watched the girl's face as he grasped his cock and moved the head of it to her aching hole. The youngster's lips were quivering from the fear and anticipation. Her legs were apart and stretched out straight. He moved his hands down under the back of her knees and brought them up, alongside of his body.

He pushed the head of his pecker past the lips of the girl's cunt and slowly penetrated into the hole. "Nnnnnnnggggg," she flinched and moaned at the painful pleasure she was feeling at the penetration.

"Wade's gonna fuck you baby...Just like you want..."

"Mmmmmmmm," she moaned some more as he buried his cock further into her moist tight hole. She felt his flesh filling her insides and she told him so. "I...OHHH I...I got no space in me, you're OHHH, you're nice, it's...your...cock is in me!"

"Oh yeah baby, here it all comes...Enjoy...Put your legs...open your legs and put them around me...ooooooo, honey, you, you feel so...niiice...tight...ooooo..."

Wade felt himself becoming totally engulfed in the young teen's cunt as he laid his upper body down on her and began pushing in and out of her tight channel. He felt her tiny legs encircle his and her arms moved around his back. Suddenly he felt her thrash up to meet his thrust with a jolt. He began pushing in and out and the girl began working under him like a pro. It was almost as if all of her body’s sensations built up during the morning and were now coming to a sexual peak.

"Fuck me...fuck me...oh...do it...it's good...fuck me..." she was blabbering softly.

And then her fingers and legs tightened about him and her words changed to grunts. She met his every thrust with a buck of her own and, as she clutched at him, a steady round of grunts and groans came from her with each thrust.

"Un-unh-unh-unhunh-unh-unhggggghhhh-unh-unh..."

Wade had never felt such a tight little cunt around his cock and he felt himself building up. He didn't know why but he wanted to knock up this kid. With a fierceness that he had never before displayed he pounded his cock deep into her throbbing pussy. He wanted to impregnate and hurt her. He pounded with force.

She clutched and clung to him as she experienced both tremendous pain but also amazing thrills shooting through her body.

"Oh baby...I'm, I'm gonna cum...Feel it baby, here it comes...in you..." He pounded harder and harder and young Clair clung to every inch of him. Then he felt the juices shooting from his cock and into the child's hot pussy. "Baby, ooooohhh, here comes a babbeeee!"

"Do it do it unh-unh-unh-unh-unh-unh..." She bucked wildly as her own spasms ripped through her. This was the greatest and worse feelings she experienced in her young life. She was crying with abandon and tears were streaming down her cheeks, and then they finally finished. Their bodies suddenly seemed to lose all power.

When he was totally drained he realized how much time that he had spent and he rolled off of the girl's body and hurriedly jumped up. He quickly dressed himself and told Clair to get dressed.

 

Epilogue

O n the way to the hospital he told the girl that he would keep his promise and keep her mother out of jail. He also threatened that if anyone, including her mother, ever found out what he did to her today, he would make sure that her mother would go to jail. As long as she didn't tell, then her mother would be safe.

Apparently Wade pulled off the deception perfectly because when, seven months later, he and Pete went to the hearing to testify, they found the youngster with a swollen belly. Everyone assumed that the pregnancy was the result of the rape by her father.

It wasn't until year's later that Wade told what happened. And when he did Pete grinned knowingly, "I should have known," Wade's partner said. "I wondered how that kid could have gotten pregnant. I mean I thought that we had stopped her father before he finished. Matter of fact I thought that he had been too drunk to finish.

Wade nodded with a smug look of satisfaction.

 

The End

 

 Part 2 is a much nicer story, I promise…