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Brenda's Web - (Mf)
by DaddyJ
Detective Russo looked at the young girl as she sat across from him.
She was pretty, he was sure, even though she looked like she had been roughed
up. "Ok Brenda," he said to the girl, "I know this is a bit uncomfortable
for you, but I need to know exactly what happened."
"Yes Detective," the young blonde girl said. She felt uncomfortable talking
to a man about what had happened, but the police department in this town
was small and the only woman officer was on vacation. "Where do you want
me to begin?" the girl asked.
"Please," the man said, "please call me John." If the seasoned detective
had learned nothing else, it was that victims of crime were usually more
forthcoming when they were on a first name basis. The girl managed a weak
smile and he could see that she was indeed a beautiful young girl. John Russo
picked up the file in front of him. The handwriting was shaky, but he was
able to make out the details. It was all on the paper. The girl's name was
Brenda and she was a 14-year-old Caucasian, 5 ' 2" and weighed 110 pounds.
He read on and saw that she had already been to the doctor and the standard
rape examination and vaginal swab had been done on her. He felt a little
sorry for her, but like a lot of young girls he knew that she had probably
put herself in a situation that she was not experienced enough to handle.
He shook his head as he thought about his own 14-year-old daughter Debbie
having to go through such an ordeal. He looked up from his paperwork. "Start
from the beginning," he told her. "I know it will be difficult but we will
try to catch the bastard if we can."
"Oh, ok detective," she said.
"John," the detective said, "remember?"
"Oh yeah," she said trying to supress a smile.
Detective Russo reached over and pressed the record button on the cassette
player and informed her that what she would tell him would be recorded and
become part of the permanent record and of course, could be used in a court
of law.
"It started earlier tonight," the girl told him, her voice cracking.
"I went to this party with some friends." John's eyebrows raised as he thought
his daughter sneaking out and going to parties without his knowledge. Nodding
and motioning for her to continue he sat back and listened.
"Were there drugs and alcohol at this party?" he asked as disarmingly
as he could. He already knew the answer to one of those questions because
he was able to smell alcohol on the youngster's breath when she came in.
"Um," she said as she looked up. "There was some beer and some hard liquor
there," she told him. "I don't think there were any drugs though."
"Yes, go on."
"Anyway," the girl continued, "it was just one of those teenage parties
that are around every year when spring break is here and I had heard about
it and decided to go and see what one was like."
"So this was your first party?" the man asked. Brenda nodded as he sat
there and listened.
"Yes sir," she informed him. "Last year, when I was in junior high, we
never got invited out. Now it seems like every weekend there is a bash somewhere."
Brenda's hands were shaking as she reached for her glass of water. Taking
a sip, she sat it down on the desk.
"And this party is where the incident took place?" he asked.
"No," she said as she hung her head, avoiding the man's probing eyes.
"It happened later, at the CumAndGo."
John fought smiling as he thought about a rape happening in a convenience
store with a name like that. "After the party?" he asked.
"Y-y-yes," she told him nervously. "I had walked around and talked with
my friends, danced and listened to the music." John chimed in, "And drank
a little?" "Of course I had a beer or two but after a while, I got a little
bored so I decided I would leave."
"I see," was all he said.
"I looked around for my friend Stacie to tell her that I was ready to
go home but I couldn't find her."
"Stacie?" he said.
"Yeah," Brenda said, "Stacie drove to the party. I looked around for
her but I didn't have any luck. Then somebody told me she was in one of the
upstairs rooms, so I went up and started looking for her." Brenda's pale
cheeks suddenly turned a bright crimson.
"Did you find her?" he asked.
"Yes!" she said, suddenly leaning forward in her chair. "I found her
and boy was I sorry I did!"
"Why?" the detective asked, becoming a bit more her demeanor more child-like
than before.
"Because," the girl said, "I found her in a room doing IT!"
"It?" the man asked.
"Yes, IT," she said as she suddenly became animated.
"Define 'it" Brenda."
"You know," she said, suddenly becoming quiet. "She was um, you know,"
she said as she leaned forward. "She was fucking."
Now Detective Russo's face was the one that was becoming red as he heard
the word "fucking" from a 14 year old blonde. "I see." John relaxed back
and then gently posed a question to her. "Who was she having sex with?"
"I dunno'," Brenda answered. "Just a couple of boys across the county
line. I don't know their names."
"A couple?" John shook his head, not sure that he had heard right.
"Yes," she said her hands trembling. "She was on her knees on the bed,"
she looked around as if to make sure nobody else heard her, "and there was
a guy behind her, um doing it to her and another guy was in front of her
and she had his thing in her mouth!"
"Jesus," the detective said loud enough for her to hear.
"No shit!" Brenda said. "I almost yelled for her to take me home but
she just flipped me off, so I stormed out of there and ran down the stairs
and out the door."
"And then what happened?"
"Well," she said, a little less excited now, "I looked around to see
if there were any cars that I recognized to get a ride home, but I couldn't
find any, so I just decided to walk to a phone and call my step father."
"You get along with your step father ok?" John asked.
"Uh, yeah, sure. Why do you ask?" Brenda's eyes were inquisitive, much
like the child she really was.
"Just checking," he told her. "We have to cover all bases. Sometimes
a step parent will.......," he paused and stopped his sentence.
"Oh god no! My step daddy is a wonderful man! He has loved me like a
real daughter!"
"Now calm down girl. I didn't mean anything by it." Detective Russo glanced
back at his paper work to create a diversion. "So, you took off walking to
find a phone, right?"
"Oh," Brenda said, "yeah. So I walk down the road and I see this sign
lighted up and I walked towards it. I was like really nervous because I didn't
know the area so I walked like really fast."
"Ok," he said. "Do you need another drink or anything?"
"No," the girl said, "I'm just fine."
"Continue Brenda."
"So, like I was telling you, I walked to the phone that was at the side
of the store."
"The 'CumAndGo," John said, trying not to smile.
"Yeah," she said. "I walked to the phone and reached into my pocket and
I realized that I didn't have any change or anything."
"Bummer," John said.
"No shit," Brenda said. "Anyway, I had a couple of dollars so I walked
to the door and pulled on it. And my luck! The fucking store was closed!"
John listened to the girl as she began to rant about how pissed off she was.
Her eyes sparkled while she told her tale of woe. "So what'd you do," he
finally asked?
"I should have called 911 or something but I didn't want to get into
trouble, so I just stood there and waited, hoping a cop or someone would
come by and take me home."
"And someone came along?"
"Yeah, finally. So when this guy pulled up, I asked him if he had change
for a dollar. He told me he did so he reached into his pocket and pulled
out some change." The story was starting to get down to the facts of the
case now so John made sure he was paying attention to the girl's every word.
"What did the guy look like," he asked?
"I didn't really pay attention. All I could think about was the change
and being alone on a deserted store parking lot and I handed him the dollar."
"And then what happened?"
"Well then he counted out a dollar and handed it to me." Brenda began
to sob now. "So....," she paused, "I held out my hand for the change and
he....he.....he dropped it in my hand and then, and then before I knew it,
his other hand grabbed my wrist and he had pulled it somehow behind my back."
John hung on every word the girl said. "Do you need a break Brenda?"
"No, I just want to get this done so I can get home!" She began to cry
for real now, the fear that she had felt was back now, back like it would
probably be many times in her lifetime, John thought.
"Ok, let's finish then." The tape player clicked and John motioned for
her to wait. He reached and turned the cassette over. "Ok now," he said as
he pushed the record button. "Tell me what took place next."
"I," she paused, "I just can't describe it John!" she exclaimed and put
her head in her hands and hid her shame.
"I have to know what happened so I can help you." The man's compassion
was coming to the surface, and he was trying not to become personally involved,
but.... sometimes even the hardest of men can't help himself.
"I, just can't!" she said into her hands. "Maybe," she said as she wiped
her tears on her shirtsleeve, "maybe I can show you though," she told him.
"Show me?" he asked.
"Yeah," she said, her courage seeming to come back now. "I can show you!"
John shrugged not sure what to make of this now. "Ok," he hesitated,
"I guess so."
"Good!" Brenda said standing. John stood up and for the first time he
was aware that the girl was having an effect on his hormones. He tried not
to think of somebody fucking the little 14 year old Brenda, but somehow he
couldn't help himself. "Now get over here John and act like you're giving
me the change."
"Ok," he said as he held out his hand. Brenda put her palm upward, just
under his hand and he waited for the girl to finish.
"Ok, now when I reach out and take it, move your other hand and grasp
my wrists."
"Like this?" John asked.
"No," she said, "harder."
"Oh," he said, "like this," and he squeezed the dainty little wrist in
his fist.
"Yes," she said, trying to hide her pain. "Now pull my arm behind my
back." John wasn't sure what was going on, but he did as he was told and
spun the girl around and pulled her arm behind her back. "Owwww," she moaned,
"And then I begged him not to hurt me!" John stood behind the little blonde,
inches away from her. "What then?" he asked.
"Then, he whispered 'Be a good little cunt and you will live to tell
what is going to happen to you'." Detective Russo's heart began to pump as
he took the place of the rapist. "I was hoping he would let me go so I did
as he told me. About this time, his free arm went around my waist."
"Yes," John said.
"Yes," Brenda said, "like this," and she reached to John's side and pulled
his arm around her waist, placing his outstretched palm on her firm, flat
tummy. "And then he pulled me tight and held me there." Brenda pushed back
into him and he felt her tender young buttocks against his groin.
"Brenda," John said, "I don't know if this is such a good idea." Detective
Russo's cock was now starting to react to the feel of the youngster.
"Don't you want to help me, John?" she asked softly.
"Why, uh sure I do," he assured her, "but......"
"Then help me," she said as she pressed her backside against the middle-aged
man.
"Oh, ok," he said, feeling the perspiration beginning to build up on
his forehead.
"And then," the girl continued, "and then he pulled my hand down."
"Like this," he asked as he pulled her hand down to just the top of his
trouser waist.
"No John," she said, "lower."
"Lower?" he asked.
"Yes," she continued, "much lower." John felt Brenda's hand move down,
guiding his arm and he thought she was gong to put it to her side, but instead
she left it between them and placed the palm of her hand on his crotch. He
jumped and released the girl.
"Brenda, I think we should stop now."
"No," the girl said, "I have to tell somebody." Brenda pressed her hand
hard against his crotch. His woody was full blown now and Brenda began to
rub it up and down. "Please John," she said, as she stayed pressed there.
"Ok," he said, "if you insist." John's mind war reeling from all the
testosterone flowing though his body. It had been a long time since he'd
had a woman, and an even longer time since he'd had a 14 year old girl pressed
against his body. John grasped Brenda's wrist once again. "Then what?" he
asked.
"Then," she said, feeling John breathe on her neck, "and then he ordered
me to do this," she said as she felt around for his zipper and slowly pulled
it down.
"Oh god Brenda," John moaned as he heard and felt it stop.
"And then," she said as put her hand in his pants, "and then his hand
moved up, under my sweater and he took my titty in his hand and squeezed
hard!" Detective Russo's body was on fire and he knew he should stop, but
the temptation of feeling a young girl up and being felt up was too much
for the man to stand. John's hand moved under the edge of the girl's sweater
and he slowly moved it up and soon he could feel the top of his hand touch
the bottom of her budding breasts. "Like this?" he asked.
"No John, he took hold of it and squeezed it hard!"
"Like this," he asked once again as he moved on up, grazing the girl's
hardened nipple and cupping her breast in his hand, he squeezed the soft
flesh hard.
"Unnngggg," she moaned as he pressed his fingers into her soft flesh.
"Yes," she said. "And then," she paused, "he made me do this!" Brenda's hand
moved into the fly of the seasoned detective and he almost came when her
soft hand grasped his hard dick. "Mmmmm," she said, "nice." Brenda began
to stroke up and down on his shaft. "He made me do this," she said as she
stroked it and then she pulled it out of his pants. He felt the soft material
of her sweater as it brushed up against her.
"Better stop Brenda," John said as she continued to stroke his manhood.
"But I'm not done," she said. Brenda stepped forward and walked toward
the desk. John followed the young girl as he held her soft flesh in his palm
and she kept hold of his blood-engorged tool. "And then," she said as she
stood over the mahogany box, "and then he pushed me over the trunk of his
car," she said and John, too far gone to stop now, took his hand and pushed
her forward, releasing her chest and letting her fall face forward onto the
paperwork there.
"And then what," John asked, his voice now the one cracking.
"And then, he reached down and pulled my skirt up and my panties down!"
Brenda took a deep breath as the detective's hand reached down and hefted
the girl's skirt up. "Oh god John," she said, "and then the panties!"
John moved his hand down and he rubbed it across the cotton-clad ass.
It was a fine ass indeed, he thought as he hooked his fingers in the waistband
and gave them a tug. "Like this Brenda," he asked as he jerked a second time
and the girl's panties fell to the floor.
"Yes," she moaned as she stayed in her position, bent over his desk.
"And then, he did IT!"
"It," John asked, not wanting to give into his body's desire to do what
he wanted more than anything.
"Yes," Brenda said, "he, he, he...." she said as she still held his cock
in her hand.
"He fucked you, Brenda?" John asked as he played her game.
"Yes," she moaned as he brushed across her teenage pussy.
"Like this," he asked as he put his hands on her hips and pressed his
cock against her pussy lips. Brenda let out a scream as his grown up dick
pierced the entrance to her love tunnel. John groaned as he sank into the
wet velvety folds of the girl and his crotch rested against her hand.
"Oh geezzzzz," she groaned as she felt him press against her fist. John,
not being one to waste a good fuck, took hold of Brenda's arm and pulled
it away from his dick. "All the way girl," he said as he pulled his cock
from her snatch and this time, sank it all the way to the balls. Brenda felt
her body jolt as his hardness entered her tight hole.
"Oh god John," she groaned, "fuck me."
John took a deep breath and then placed his hands once again on her teenage
hips. Brenda gritted her teeth as she felt him pull out, feeling like he
was turning her inside out. "Oh my god," she gasped as she felt him drive
his cock into her again and again and again. John opened his eyes and he
began to fuck the young girl hard.
"Oh god," she groaned as he pushed into her, "oh god," she moaned again
and again as he pushed into her.
"Such a long time," he whispered, his cock being clamped by the tightest
thing he had ever felt. "Such a long fucking time," he moaned as he pushed
in and pulled out. Brenda gripped the desktop and John continued to pump
in and out of her.
"Oh god you little cunt," John finally let out. "I'm gonna fill your
little pussy with my cum baby," he groaned.
"Fuck me daddy," Brenda hissed as she felt him split her womb wide open.
"I'm cumming Brenda," John moaned and with that, he pushed forward into
the girl one last time and the force of his hips against hers almost rattled
the girl's teeth.
"Cum in me daddy," she begged as she felt the first wave of pleasure
pulse into her stretched out pussy lips. "Cum in me daddy, please," she groaned
and then John could cum no more and he collapsed against the young girl.
Brenda lay there for a moment, the man on top of her when she finally was
able to wiggle out from under him.
John stood and pushed his spent cock back into his pants as he watched
the young girl pull her panties up. "Jesus girl," he finally spoke as her
skirt fell down. "That was so fucking great!"
"Great huh?" Brenda asked. She walked behind the desk and moved her hand
forward. Her finger pressed the stop button and then the eject button of
the recorder. John watched as the girl took the tape out and waved it in
the air.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"I'm taking the evidence with me John," she said as she put the tape
into her bra.
"Evidence?" John asked, suddenly realizing that the entire fuck session
had been captured on audiotape.
"Yes, evidence," she said. John stood with his mouth open and he knew
that the girl was up to no good.
"W-w-what are you going to do with that?" John asked as he moved toward
the girl.
"Nothing," she said, "that is as long as you......"
"As long as I what?" John asked, feeling his face turn red.
"As long as YOU lose the evidence against my daddy."
"Your daddy," he asked, "who is your daddy?" he demanded.
"The man that you arrested last week for fucking that little slut neighbor
girl."
"You mean," he gasped, not believing what was happening as he remembered
the girl now! "You set me up," he yelled!
"Yes," she said, "just like that little slut set up my daddy!"
"But I'll just say it was fake," he told her, "that we were reenacting
the rape scene!"
"I guess you forget," she said as she lifted her skirt, " I also have
these!" The crotch of her underwear was wet from his cum. "If you don't lose
the evidence then these," she said pointing to her crotch, "and this," she
said waving the tape, "are going right to the prosecuting attorney." John
knew that he was trapped like a fly in a spider web.
"As they say, John," she said as she walked toward the door, "the proof's
in the pudding." Brenda dropped her skirt and with that, Brenda turned and
walked from the detective's office, closing the door behind her.
John, anger raging through his body, anger with the girl for deceiving
him and even more angry for letting himself get caught up in her game. John
spun around and slammed the side of his fist into his mahogany desk. "Dirty
little cunt," he yelled! "Dirty rotten cunt!" He sat down in his chair and
tried to figure out exactly what he would do. What would he do? There was
only one thing that he could see.
John reached for the phone and dialed. "Hello," he said. "This is Detective
Russo. I will be stopping by to pick up the key to the evidence room." John
hung up the phone and walked toward the door. "Dirty rotten little cunt,"
he mumbled as he walked through it.
The End
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