index


Message-ID: <55880asstr$1179396601@assm.asstr-mirror.org>
From: rache <rache696@yahoo.com>
Mime-Version: 1.0
NNTP-Posting-Date: Thu, 17 May 2007 02:13:06 +0000 (UTC)
User-Agent: G2/1.0
Complaints-To: groups-abuse@google.com
Injection-Info: w5g2000hsg.googlegroups.com; posting-host=124.6.163.250;
   posting-account=qBK25Q0AAACTpvYY3RGCixMIsuvRRKwm
Subject: {ASSM} Dani by Rachael Ross (MF/f, Teen, Police, Mast, First)
Lines: 426
Date: Thu, 17 May 2007 06:10:01 -0400
Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail
Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories
Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d

Dani

Copyright 2007 Rachael Ross all rights reserved. Intended for adults
only.
Story Codes: MF/f, Teen, Police, Mast, First

Dani
by rachael


"So like, I get a phone call." I looked at the cop who was filling out
some papers. "Right?"

"In a few minutes." He said, sounding bored. "We have to do this stuff
first. What's your full name?"

"Dani...Uh, Danielle Reyes Hanson." I bit my lip. "I don't have like a
middle name, except Reyes was my mom's maiden name." I explained,
because sometimes people wondered.

"I see. Okay. Age?"

"I'm fourteen." And he looked at me so... "Almost."

"So 13 then, hmmm...Female, Hispanic...How tall are you, Dani? How
much do you weigh?"

"My mom's Hispanic, my dad's Anglo." I corrected him, if it made a
difference. "Uh, I don't know 4'10" maybe? About 80 pounds I think."

"Kay." He nodded. "Brown hair, green eyes. Really green eyes." Simmons
smiled gently and I shrugged, but I don't know why. "Any birthmarks,
or tattoos? Any scars?"

"Uh...I have a scar on my arm, see?" I held out my left arm, showing
him a little whitish scar about 2 inches long just above my elbow. "I
fell off my bike last year."

"Ah." Simmons looked down his nose at it. "I'll write that down." He
said, but I don't think he really needed to.

It took a while to fill out the papers. But that was my fault, cause
I'd got busted shoplifting. Just some cheap earrings, nothing major,
but the store had called the cops anyway, even though I told the guy I
had enough money to pay for them. It wasn't like I was a real
criminal; I was just bored mostly, waiting for my friends to show up
at the mall.

I wasn't a criminal or anything, not some kind of gangbanger like they
got running around downtown. I came from a good family; I mean sort of
a middle class one. I lived in the suburbs and we had a swimming pool,
you know? My parents were gonna kill me when they found out, but I was
just a kid really, so I kinda had thoughts like maybe they wouldn't
find out. Since they were in Europe for the next 10 days.

My older brother was the one who was supposed to be taking care of me,
you know pretending to be in charge cause he's eighteen anyway. But he
was gone. He'd left me with some money and told me not to get in
trouble cause he was going out camping with his best friend and their
girlfriends. I wished they'd just decided to hang out at our house,
like they talked about doing. I didn't know who I was gonna call.

"Okay, Dani. What's the number?" The cop finally asked me. He handed
me the phone receiver, but he was gonna dial it I guess.

I had to think about it quick, and the only one I could call, really,
was my best friend's mom. It wasn't like I had any relatives. The guy
wasn't gonna let me call France probably, even if I knew the number
for their hotel, that was at home, stick on the refrigerator like I
might have to call if we ran out of milk. So, I gave him Karen's phone
number, my best friend's.

"No answer?" The cop looked at me and I shook my head. "We'll try
again in a few minutes. You want a donut?"

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

There wasn't any answer later either and it was getting sort of late,
like six o'clock. Probably Karen's family had gone out to eat, since
it was Friday. I'd been at the police station since like two that
afternoon and I'd already explained about my parents being away, and
my brother. The cops were nice, I mean for cops, they didn't keep me
handcuffed or nothing. I got to use the bathroom, and I had some
donuts with a carton of milk from a machine. But it was pretty boring.

"Okay, Dani, this is officer Newton and she's going to get your
fingerprints, get some pictures, and get you over to JD for the
weekend, okay?" The cop, the one I'd been talking to all afternoon was
named Simmons, and I think we were starting to like each other. He
looked sort of sad as he was talking.

He gave Officer Newton my purse; it was in a big zip lock bag along
with my earring, my two rings, and my Swatch I'd been wearing. He gave
her all the papers he'd filled out too and he had some other papers
that she signed real quickly while I just sat there quiet for a
second, trying to understand.

"What's JD?" I looked at Newton, who was a tall black woman, sort of
big and packed into her uniform, and then back at Simmons.

"Juvenile Detention, sweetie." Officer Newton answered, smiling but
not really. "Let's go, you're gonna be a big girl now."

"Do I have to?" I swallowed hard because I didn't really want to go
anywhere but home.

"We can't keep you here." Simmons, who was a nice guy I thought, he
gave me a real apologetic look. "And we can't release you, Dani.
Monday morning Officer Newton will help you find your brother, okay?
You'll be fine."

But I didn't think he sounded so sure of himself.

"Hey Bud, I need prints and mugs for Juvie." Newton told another cop,
an older guy, handing him some papers, my papers I guessed. We were
down in the basement now, sort of I guess. I got a little lost as we
walked through that police station.

"Juvie, eh?" He chuckled and looked at me, shaking his head. "I got
the wrong job, Libby."

"Stop by later," she laughed, "bring some beer."

"I wish. Okay Dani, come on over here." He jerked his head and I sort
of blinked at him for a second. "Don't be shy, pretty girl like you
oughta like getting her picture taken."

"How come I didn't, um, you know, do this stuff before?" I asked them.
I meant being photographed, and it turned out I was four feet eleven
inches, since they had a big ruler on the wall behind me.

"You're not under arrest." Officer Newton said.

"I'm not?" I tried to relax my hand as that Officer Bud guy did my
fingerprints.

"Nope." She smiled at me. "Why, did Officer Simmons tell you that you
were?"

"Uh, no." I frowned. "I guess not, he just asked me questions and
stuff. So I can go home?"

Newton laughed and shook her head. "Not til Monday now, sweetie. We
can't let you go except to an adult family member or guardian and we
can't wait all night."

"I have to stay here all weekend?" I used some paper towels to clean
my fingers.

"I'm afraid so." Newton nodded. "But hey, at least the store isn't
pressing charges, right? You're lucky."

"I guess so." But I didn't feel really lucky.

"Alright, step into my office, Dani...This way..."

Officer Bud led me into a small room with nothing in it but a table
and a big red plastic tray. He was carrying a plastic bag now, like a
little square with something in it, some clothes I guessed, folded up
and orange. Officer Newton came inside too, closing the door behind
her and it felt a little claustrophobic.

"Do you have anything in your pockets? Any jewelry or anything?" I
shook my head; Officer Simmons had already taken all that stuff before
he'd started asking me questions. "Okay, I'm going to conduct a strip
search now, have you ever been strip searched before?"

"Uh..." I sorta smiled because he had to be kidding and Officer Newton
laughed softly.

"I didn't think so. Well, I need you to take off all of your clothes
and put them on the tray beside you." Officer Bud was smiling a
little, but he looked serious too.

"I...I...No." I laughed. "I can't take off my clothes."

"You have to, sweetie. It's the rules. Don't worry, it won't hurt and
I'm right here, okay? Officer Jenkins does this everyday; he's not
going to hurt you." Newton told me.

I wasn't really worried about being hurt though, I was worried about
getting naked in front of two people I didn't even know, cops or not.
They couldn't be serious; I was only 13 years old.

They waited, but I wasn't moving.

"Dani, look." Officer Bud Jenkins shook his head. "If we don't do it
this way, then we have to do it the other way..."

"You can't go to JD without a search." Newton said.

"...and the other way isn't the easy way, believe me. We arrest you
for disorderly conduct and obstruction, we get a gurney and strap you
down, and cut off your clothes with some scissors..."

"You'll have to see a judge on Monday." Newton frowned.

"...and we really hate doing that to pretty little girls, don't we
Lib?"

"We sure do." Newton nodded. "I have better things to do."

"Me too." Jenkins nodded. "So how about it, kiddo? Can you get
undressed now?"

I didn't know if they were telling the truth or not, but it sort of
sounded like it. It was scary, for the first time really. I mean I'd
been really scared at first, but then that went away as I talked with
Officer Simmons, and Newton didn't seem so bad. But this, and the idea
of being tied up or down or whatever, it was very scary. I'd almost
forgotten I was a criminal, sort of, and I was in a police station so
they could probably make me do stuff even if I didn't want to because
that was the law.

"Okay." I licked my lips and blinked a little because all of a sudden
I felt like crying.

"Good." Jenkins nodded, giving Newton a little smile and she just
shook her head, like they'd been through this same thing with other
girls and it was just more annoying than anything else for them.

I unbuttoned my blouse slowly, because my fingers were shaking a
little. I'd never undressed in front of anybody before, except my
parents when I was little, you know. These people were strangers and I
started blushing as I exposed my bra. It was a little one, like a
training bra because I didn't have hardly any boobs yet. Just small
round bumps topped with brown nipples, really dark ones and they were
hard and itchy because they always got that way when I was nervous. I
figured I'd leave my bra on for awhile, til I had to take it off.

I kicked off my Skechers and sort of balanced on one foot at a time so
I could pull off my short white ankle socks. Stuffing them in my
shoes, but Newton took them out anyway. She was looking through my
clothes carefully, like I might have a machine gun or something
stashed in my socks. And then she'd fold them up and put them on the
table neatly, making a little pile.

I sorta turned a little, unbuttoning my jeans and pulling them down,
and then I was really blushing because they could see my panties. Just
plain white ones, sorta loose like bikinis and made out of nylon or
satin kinda, with a cotton liner. put my pants on the tray and paused,
like I couldn't decide what I was going to take off next, my bra or
panties, but I was really hoping they'd say that was enough, I didn't
have to take off everything. But they didn't.

My brown skin, which looks sorta like I have a nice tan all over
because my mom is from Columbia, well her family is, she was born here
in the States, anyway she's really brown. I'm just sort of brown,
except in the summertime, then I get really brown too, but right then
my brown skin was pretty red and my heart was beating fast. I didn't
want to take off my underwear.

"Go on, Sweetie." Newton said, checking my jeans. "We're almost done."

I nodded and looked down at my thin body, thinking I looked pretty
small, like a little girl. And I was. I had a little baby fat around
my hips, but not much. My butt was small and round, my thighs sort of
thin and my tummy flat so that my ribs showed, just a little. And
these people were looking at me and I took a breath and reached up,
opening my bra cause the catch was in the front and I closed my eyes,
not wanting to see them seeing me.

"Very good." Jenkins took a deep breath. "In the tray, Dani."

I had to open my eyes then, but I kept tem down, biting my lip as I
put my bra on the tray and then I had to take off my panties, so I
didn't think about it. I tried to think of other stuff, like my pet
cat, Sisi, like yes yes in Spanish, but his real name was Siesta,
because he's so lazy all he does is sleep. My mom speaks Spanish, I
did a little, but not very good. The only time I used it was in the
kitchen with my mom, if my dad was around we talked English and none
of my friends spoke Spanish.

"There we go, that's not so bad now, is it?" Newton was saying,
watching me as I peeled my panties down, stepping out of them and
feeling my face burning. I put them on the tray and stood there,
covering my little pussy with my hands. I didn't even have hardly any
hair, just a little black fuzz at the top of my slit.

I was totally embarrassed at being naked like that, but especially
since I was just a kid. I thought maybe if I was older it wouldn't be
so bad, but I was at that age where I was really shy about my body and
I didn't like it much. I was like halfway between a little girl and a
woman, you know? That insecurity about myself just made it worse.

"Don't be shy, over here now, Dani." Jenkins too my arm gently while
Newton held up my panties, holding them close to her face and I had no
idea what she could possibly be looking for. I hoped they were clean.

"On the tape, there you go...Now lean forward and touch the wall, just
put your hands flat, you'll be okay..."

I was moving like a little robot girl, not thinking about it, not
looking at anything, just really ignoring what was happening. It
wasn't really happening to me, it was someone else. Some other girl
was naked, not me. That's what I was telling myself as I did what I
was told. It was awkward too, because I had to lean kind of far, so I
was way off balance, leaning against the blank wall. It was painted
sort of yellow and made of cinder blocks.

"I'm going to check you now, so just relax...relax, Dani...this will
just take a minute..." He was saying softly and I felt his hands in my
long curly hair and I caught them in my eye as they moved around my
head. Jenkins was wearing some rubber gloves, those kind like doctors
use, and he was rubbing my scalp gently, feeling around my ears.

I was shaking like a leaf and I couldn't possibly relax. I wasn't
someone else, I was me and he was touching me and I was naked, bare
naked and leaning against the wall. I could hardly breathe and my
heart was pounding. He was touching me and I didn't like it at all.
Even my hair, it was like it hurt somehow, like I was a million times
too sensitive, every strand he touched hurt and I closed my eyes,
feeling a little wetness run down my hot cheeks.

"You're okay...a little more..." Jenkins finished with my hair and I
could feel his fingers lightly on my back, going down slowly and I
tensed, almost standing tip toe as I felt him touching my butt.

"I need you to spread your legs a little more..." He was pressing
inside my thighs, forcing me to take awkward little steps outward as I
shifted my balance.

"Okay, let's see what we have down here..." He was kneeling, I think,
but I couldn't look.

I couldn't even open my eyes, because I felt his thumbs, even more
than his fingers, digging into my butt and pulling it open, exposing
my little brown anus and I let out a sob, I couldn't help it. He was
looking at me, I could feel his eyes. I could feel his breath, my skin
was so hot and I had cramps in my tummy.

"You have to relax, Dani...I'm not going to hurt you..." Jenkins said
softly, because I was trying to squeeze my butt closed.

"Sweetie? It'll be over soon, I promise...Let Officer Jenkins check
you, okay?" Newton was standing closer to me and I think I nodded, but
maybe not.

"There we go..." The man sighed. "Good...nice, Dani, you're doing
good...this will feel funny..."

I gasped and clenched my butt again, even harder this time as I felt
something stiff, something cool pushing into my tiny rectum. It hurt a
little, like burned kind of, but mostly it was just uncomfortable and
I winced as I realized it was the policeman's finger, pushing inside
my butt and he was going way inside me now. It felt huge and even
squeezing my butt tight didn't help because he was already there. I
was trembling and I thought I'd throw up I was so scared and nervous
and humiliated. He was in my butt.

"Good, you're all clean in there...." And I felt his finger coming
out, like I was going to the bathroom, but different and I was crying
now, I couldn't help it.

My body felt like it was a hundred degrees in that little room, but I
still felt cold too. My nipples especially, all dark and puffy on my
heaving chest. Breathing hurt, like there wasn't any oxygen in the
air, and I was sucking at it hard, breathing fast and the cramps were
getting worse, like my tummy was full of knots and they were way down
deep, squeezing me inside. I wanted my mom, I wanted to go home. I'd
never steal anything again, I promised God, if I could just go home.
If the door would open and my Daddy would come in and...

"Okay, let's check the other..." Jenkins was saying and he was still
behind me, and I could hear him taking off that glove, the thin rubber
snapping and then he was putting on a new one and I was afraid to
wonder why.

We had to be done. Weren't we done? We had to be. I was bouncing
almost, hopping on my toes, shivering and burning and wishing all of
this away. I didn't know how much longer I could stand up and my legs
felt weak, like I was made out of bubble gum and I wanted to sit down.
My butt still hurt, a little, and even my sex was feeling funny now.
It was hot and the cramps had sunk lower and lower, in between my legs
and I wanted to pee or something. I had to go to the bathroom.

"Shhhh..." Newton whispered. "Almost done, you're doing good,
sweetie."

And then I fell, or I almost did. My arms collapsed for a second, my
legs too as I felt the man's latex fingers on my immature sex. He was
stroking me with his finger, dragging it along the smooth pink crease
of my vagina, not hard, but like he was looking for the hole, my
little opening to my secret place.

"Oh!" I hasped and I couldn't breathe at all.

His finger went in me, I could feel it pushing in slowly from behind,
his cool palm pressed against my butt. I almost fell, but I stayed up,
my eyes flooded now, my nose running wet, and I'd bitten my lip so
hard I could taste just a little blood. He was touching me, my
virginity maybe, that little bit of me inside and...

I felt those cramps turning into snakes, a hundred of them writhing
inside me, in my sex, but way up inside, maybe in my womb or
someplace, but I couldn't think. I didn't have any thoughts, just
confusion. I could feel everything, I could taste my blood, feel the
air moving against my flushed skin. My hair was standing on end and I
had goosebumps and my knees wobbled as I felt them giving way. I was
falling it seemed like, falling down into the man's big hand and he
was inside me and it just exploded.

My eyes were open, or maybe they were closed, but it was bright, like
looking at the sun and my sex, my vagina just seemed to burn, there
was a fire inside, moving around, making me move with it. I was
pushing the wall, and crying and I finally took a deep breath and let
it out with a moan that echoed and filled my ears. I was so lost, so
confused, the fire was in my belly, in my heart, and I was blinded by
that awful sun.

"What wrong, sweetie?" Newton sounded so far away and I couldn't even
answer. I didn't know what was wrong. I didn't care what was wrong.

"I think...She's cumming." Jenkins voice cut through the light and he
was laughing but I didn't care. I just fell forward, pressing my cheek
to the wall, breathing hard with my eyes mercifully shut.

"Well...Shit." Newton said and for some reason that sounded really
funny to me, and I smiled, just a little.


=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

end
rache696@yahoo.com
www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/rache/www/index.htm

-- 
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
| alt.sex.stories.moderated ------ send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com>|
| FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderators: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
|ASSM Archive at <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org>   Hosted by <http://www.asstr-mirror.org> |
|Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}|
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+