#Abuse #Incest #Pregnancy #Tween
Sherriff Lawson has a problem. Pregnant tweenies. Lots of them. And not a word from parents, teachers, doctors. Now a complaint. Where will this lead?
I crawled at 5 mph down Main Street. Nice day. One of the first really warm days of spring. I had my bare arm out the window of my patrol car, relaxed. Nothing happening. Not that anything ever seemed to happen in the little town of Hot Springs, Idaho.
Passed three young girls giggling together on the sidewalk. The girls looked 10, or 11, or 12 max. Except, and this “except” was what had been bugging me ever since I arrived in town a year ago and took over as county sheriff. The oldest one carried a little baby, and I would swear that the two other girls had the bulging bellies of pregnancy. Three girls, all of them not even teenagers, and all pregnant or just having had a kid.
For a cop, all these pregnant tweenies is a real problem. But, my hands were tied. No complaints at the police station. No outraged parents. No teacher or doctor or lawyer reporting a possible crime. Complete silence from the community. And without a complaint of a possible crime, there was little or nothing I could do. Idaho Code Sections 18-6101 and 18-6104 making statutory rape of a girl (or boy, for that matter) under 16? Nothing I can do if no one, but no one, says boo.
When I first got to town and noticed all the really young girls who seemed to be having babies all the time, I spoke to the Principal at the School. I spoke to the town’s Doctor. I spoke to the Preacher at the main local church. I spoke to a couple of the parents of some of the girls. Nothing, zip, nada.
The parents: ‘Oh, we love our little sweetheart so much. She got herself in trouble with some boy, but she wants the baby, and we don’t want the boy to go to prison, so we’re just making do.’
The Principal: ‘Yeah, I know it’s a problem. The girls get pregnant and the parents take them out of school. I try to get them to come back, but 9 times out of 10 the girls are pregnant again within months of having their first. Like beating your head against the wall. Nothing I can do if the parents won’t do anything.’
The doctor: ‘Yeah, I see it all. Young girls knocked up just after their first period. And so many of them are. They never say who the father is. But I’m here to help them medically, not spiritually or legally. Long as the baby and mother are healthy, nothing I can do.’
The Preacher: ‘The Virgin Birth Church believes in the true word of the Bible. Mary was a virgin and gave birth to our Lord. And our sweet, still virgin young girls are blessed by the Virgin herself to give virgin births to their own baby Jesuses. Praise the Lord and His Virgin Mother Mary.’
As I said, didn’t appear to be anything I could do. And to be frank, though I didn’t like to think about it, I had another problem with all the tweeny girls walking around town. A problem that had nothing to do with crime. An 8 inch problem that lies right between my legs. Because every time I see those tweeny girls, clearly already getting fucked by some man or boy, my cock gives a little lurch. Just a twinge, but I can hear the bad boy crying out, ‘I need you to find me some cunt. Tweeny cunt. Tight, pink, wet, tweeny cunt. Now!’
My wife never settled when we moved to Hot Springs a year ago. Too small town. Too weird sect religious. Too many pregnant pre-teens that the townsfolk seem to think is normal. She up and skedaddled a few months back, and I hadn’t had any pussy for a very, very long time. My thoughts about taking the bad boy and ramming him to the root deep into some tweeny pussy? Don’t look at me. I’m not a pervert. My lustful looks at those sweet little girls just reflects the fact I hadn’t had any for forever. I’m no paedo dedicated to sticking the bad boy home up some of that slick, bare, tweeny hole.
Anyway, my dick still twitching, I headed back to the station. Not much of one. Just enough room for me and my deputy, a local man named Jed Schmidt. Two desks, one cell, parking for the squad cars around the back. We take care of the whole county. 200 square miles. About 5,000 people all told. 2,000 in town and another 1,500 up in the hollows and mountains and valleys and forests.
Crime rate? Well, if you exclude the unreported statutory rapes, lowest in the state. Told you. Nothing happens in Hot Springs.
And let’s face it. Assigning me to Hot Springs was, and was intended to be, a punishment. A year or so ago I’d stopped a drunk driver with a naked young girl in his car. Turned out she was 12. Turned out he was the Governor. And I, Patrol Officer Ben Lawson, 25, young, full of the ‘rightness’ of the law and ‘with a broom stick up my ass’ (as the State Police Commissioner put it), I arrested him.
Big scandal. Lieutenant Governor sent me a thank you card after the Governor resigned. And I got sent to Coventry, or more accurately, Hot Springs. ‘Being in charge up there will make you think about how, and whether, and when, we enforce the law, Officer Lawson,’ the Police Commissioner said. ‘There’s the law, and there’s what’s right, and there’s what’s politically sensible. You haven’t learned the difference. Well, Hot Springs will show you. You either learn to fit in, or you’ll be rode out of town on a rail. You’ll see.’
Another strange fact from that famous arrest. That young girl. Turns out she was from Hot Springs. Thought it was a co-incidence at the time. Don’t know that I believe in co-incidences anymore.
Had just settled back behind my desk at the station when a woman walked in. Mid-twenties, not very good looking. What was her name? Yeah, Louella. Louella Parsons. Has a 14 year old son. You do the math.
Anyway, Louella marches up to my desk and says, ‘Sheriff, I got a complaint. And you’re gonna do something about it. No more of this fucking town’s coverup. No more of the Virgin Birch Church crap about virgin girls giving birth.’ She fixed me with a beady eye, fierce.
‘I just saw little Jenny Parker in some man’s car down by the edge of town. She was sitting on his lap facing him, bouncing up and down and squealing. I could see her face and her naked little titties clear as day. She’s 10, Sheriff, 10 years old. Then they stop, the man all but tosses her out of the car, all naked, throws her dress after her and takes off. Blue car. American. Not one of those foreign ones. He’s got brown hair and a bald spot. I think a big beard. Only saw him from the back.’
‘Did you get a look at his face?’ I ask. ‘Notice the license plate or anything?’ She hadn’t, but it was Jenny Parker for sure. Louella had gone over and talked to her as she got dressed. And Louella had seen ‘that bad man’s seed’ running down Jenny’s leg as she dressed.
‘And where is Jenny now?’ I ask. ‘She told me she was fine. Going back to the park or something.’
Well, I told Louella that unless she could provide me more details about the man it would be hard to track him down. Brown haired guys with bald spots are pretty common, as are blue American made cars and, up here in Hot Springs, as are men with beards. But, if Jenny was willing to talk to me, we would see. I did the paperwork and then headed out to park to see if I could track down Jenny.
I didn’t need to ask which park. The tweeny girls in town all seemed to congregate at Pussy Willow Park close to the school. As I pulled up in the patrol car, I could see about a dozen of them sitting and chatting and laughing. None of them seemed intimidated as I rolled up and got out, asking for Jenny. Jenny readily raised her hand and came over to me.
I don’t think I actually could smell sex and cum and fuck juice all over her. But my dick went to attention in a second as this tiny, cute, blond little girl in a too short dress with some stain on it came over to me. ‘Fuck her, fuck her,’ my cock shouted. ‘You know she’s a cum sucking girl whore.’ I told Fido to back down. He wasn’t listening.
Yeah, she would love to go for a ride with me in my patrol car. She popped in up front with me. And once I had climbed behind the wheel she scooted over on the bench seats, pressing her naked leg and slim body against me. So exciting she said. My prick agreed.
I told her that I would give her a lift home as I wanted to talk to her and her parents together. All correct police procedure. You can’t interrogate a 10 year old possible victim of a sex crime on her own. Jenny was fine with that.
But what I hadn’t expected is that Jenny clearly was expecting something else from her ride home. Something that a man like me could give her. She put her slim hand on my thick forearm. ‘Gee, Sheriff, you sure are strong. I like the hairs on your arms, too. Do you have a hairy chest? I like a man with a hairy chest.’
I sputtered some nonsense in return. Glancing over at her, I could see her looking up at me and at my crotch where the bad boy made a big lump, her blue eyes burning holes in my brain and my uniform pants. ‘Gee, Sheriff, looks like you need some help. Do you want a blow job?’ she asks innocently, as this was the most normal question in the world from a tweeny Lolita to a man she had just met.
My brain short circuited. Between my cock going ‘rah, rah, rah’ and my brain going ‘this can’t be happening’, I was lucky to keep the car on the road. ‘No, no, Jenny, why, no, we can’t, I can’t, we’re going to see you parents.’
‘Well, ok,’ she responded doubtfully. ‘Maybe later on? Dad allows me to go out after dinner until it gets dark. You could give me another ride.’
‘Fuck!’ My cock kept spotting places where we could pull over in private and let this tweeny cocksucking whore take care of my needs. ‘That empty lot!’ the bad boy yelled. ‘Behind the feed store! Anywhere! You could stop in the middle of the road! You’re a cop! No one’s going to come looking in the patrol car while you jam her mouth down on me til I spit!’
Somehow we got to Jenny’s home without me driving off the road. I swung my gun around in front to help hide the world’s biggest erection and went and knocked on the front door. Jenny’s Dad, Rick Parker, answered. Awkward exchange as I explained that I needed to talk to him about something that had happened with Jenny. Her Dad looked at Jenny hard. ‘Honey, I think you got something on your dress. Go change.’ Jenny skipped upstairs before I could stop her. I wanted that dress. Evidence.
‘So, what’s this about, Sheriff,’ Rick says. I explained that I had a complaint from an eyewitness about a man who had Jenny in his car who might have been doing something wrong with her. ‘Our Jenny? No, Sheriff, you must be wrong. Our Jenny is a virgin bride for Christ.’
I explained that the eyewitness had spoken with Jenny after the man had put her out on the roadside without her clothes. That Jenny seemed to have cream or juice on her legs. ‘Oh, well, Jenny loves ice cream. If it was Jenny, I am sure the man just offered her an ice cream. And after it spilled on her dress, she took it off to try to clean it. All very innocent.’
‘Innocent, my ass,’ I thought. ‘I’m getting the run around here. Ice cream. Bullshit. Ball cream, and lots of it.’ So I asked whether he would be willing to let me take Jenny to the doctor to have her checked. And to let me have Jenny’s dress. And to let me ask Jenny questions.
Rick was cool. ‘Sure. Let me just go get her. And we can go over to the Doctor. But, if what you say is even possible, and I don’t believe it for a minute, I think it is too soon to ask her questions. She may be traumatised.’ I guess I had to leave it there. A parent can set the terms of when and where their child is questioned by the police, especially as a possible sex crime victim.
Her Dad comes back in with Jenny a minute later. She’s just had a shower! And he shows me the dress, which is now sitting in a basin of bleach. I am definitely being stitched up. Still, we might as well go to the Doctor. See if Jenny is the virgin bride her Dad thinks she is. See if there’s any evidence of recent sexual activity. Her Dad is cool about all that.
Off to the Doctor. I explained that I wanted him to check Jenny to see if she was a virgin, and for any signs of recent sexual activity. The Doctor ushered Jenny into his office. ‘You want to come with us as a chaperone, Sheriff?’ the doctor asked. My dick jumped up and down. ‘Yes, yes, yes!’ I declined, afraid I might shoot off in my pants if I saw pretty, slim Jenny naked, legs wide, slit open, with the Doctor sticking his fingers into her pussy. Jenny’s Dad went instead of me. I was too confused to wonder at the time about whether that was appropriate.
Half an hour later, Jenny, her Dad and the Doctor were back. The Doctor looked a bit hot and bothered, and her Dad, the pervy creep, had a hard on in his pants. Jenny looked like a cat that had gotten all the cream. What a sexy little tweeny whore she was as she licked her lips enticingly. I sent Jenny and her Dad home while the Doctor gave me the lowdown.
‘Sheriff, I can confirm that her hymen is broken,’ he said, all medical and professional. ‘Whether that is due to her having had sexual relations, or just an accident riding a horse or a bike, I can’t tell. And I didn’t find any evidence of recent sexual activity. Unfortunately, it appears that Jenny had douched herself when she had a shower at home. So, sorry, I can’t tell you if Jenny was, or was not, touched by a man’s penis. And, I believe I am right, the Idaho statutory rape law requires evidence that a man touched a child with his penis.’
Well, there’s me without a clue or a way forward. No cum stained dress. No cum loaded pussy. No witness who could tell me who the man was in the car. Except if Jenny, and her parents, agreed to speak and tell me what had happened. And I was pretty sure that would never happen. Stitched up every which way. I went home, professionally and sexually frustrated.
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