Katherine tired to pull away from the hands that held her. She was so close! She strained and pulled but it was no use. Finally she was turned forcefully whipped around and greeted by the looming shadow of a police officer. He pulled Katherine's hands behind her back and held her by her wrists.
Katherine writhed in place. She couldn't hide anything! People were gathering, able to see every inch of her. She raised one knee to try to hide herself, but it was pointless. Everyone could see everything, including her chest which still hadn't gotten circulation back.
"Let me Go!" She screamed. The cop did not comply, of course. Instead he placed handcuffs over her wrists. Katherine winced as the metal cut into her wrists.
"Calm down!" He commanded. Katherine tried to comply, but could not stop writhing in place, trying to hide herself. She was fully naked, hands restrained behind her. Of course she wasn't calm!
Finally the officer forcefully flopped her onto
her bare backside on the curb. Katherine looked to the gathering crowd, then down to her flattened chest and bare crotch. Everyone was staring, laughing and pointing unabashedly. Cameras were flashing left and right, Capturing her face, the rolls on her stomach, her shaven crotch. Most shameful of all was the knowledge that her flat chest was being documented. She wanted to scream about how normally it wasn't so small, normally her nipples stood erect, too erect if anything. She wanted to cry out that she was not a little girl. Instead she just sat there, naked as the day she was born, being documented from every angle. the cold winter air bit at her body. Her butt shivered against the concrete. She arched her feet to try to keep them off the cold ground as goosebumps rose over her whole body. Everything a reminder that she was totally bare.
Meanwhile the cops partner exited the car and began doing crowd control. A young, stern looking woman, she ushered the crowd backwards. No one really listened, all too engrossed with the naked girl sitting in plain site. Katherine caught herself staring at the female officers chest. the woman was at least 34 D, if not more. Katherine withered in shame.
The officer who had restrained her was on his radio, speaking mostly in gargin she didn't understand. Some of his words were clear however.
"We've restrained the streaker. Between the ages of 10 and 13. Fully nude and resistant to aid." Katherine grimaced at the age remark. But then again who could blame him? Naked, reduced bust, clean shaven crotch. She could be five for all he knew!
For agonizing minutes this continued. One cop on his radio, his female partner trying to drive the eager crowd away. All the while Katherine sat on the ground, freezing and naked, staring down at her flat body in shock and shame. She felt so helpless, so exposed. SO tiny and insignificant. Like a baby, the child everyone thought she was.
Finally the male officer pulled her up by an elbow. She stood, legs pressed together, trying to hide her exposed lips. That was about all she could hide, and not even efficiently. Every other inch of her was fully revealed. She was led to the cop car, struggling to keep up and keep her legs locked together. The male officer opened the door and guided her in by her head. For Katherine this was the worst part because she was forced to bend over. She knew that from behind her lips, her crack, everything was showing. She heard the crowd roar with laughter at the sight as she leaned forward helplessly, struggling to get into the car. She was forced to spread her legs and step in one foot at a time. Finally, after an eternity of awkward exposure the door was closed behind her. She saw faces out the windows, laughing and filming, flashes doing off like she was a movie star on the red carpet. But she wasn't a celebrity (yet!). She was a naked little girl with no boobs on the street. Katherine's eyes welled up with tears of shame. She barely noticed as the police cruiser started and went down the road.
Katherine sat in the cruiser. Still handcuffed, she could hide nothing as they drove. She heard the two officers talking, but was barely able to hear them. She was too absorbed by her own nudity. She stared down at herself somewhat in shock. She couldn't believe that once again she had ended up fully nude in public. All she wore was shoes, which provided her no concealment or comfort. And her chest! So humiliating, everyone who had seen her thinking she was totally undeveloped.
"Can I... Can I have something to wear?" She asked the officers. The female riding shotgun turned back to face her.
"Do we look like the salvation army? We don't keep any extra clothes in here."
"Well, what about a blanket or something?" Katherine asked desperately.
"Only emergency vehicles carry those, sorry. Guess you're having second thoughts on your streaking adventure now?"
"I wasn't streaking!"
"Right, right. Look kid..." Katherine hated the way she said kid. "We hear excuses every day, all day. I doubt you magically ended up naked running down the street. It's our responsibility to remove you from public. You should be thanking us: who knows what might have happened to you, running around the city naked? There's a lot of perverts out there who might want to hurt a naked little girl"
The woman turned forward again.
"We'll be taking you to the station. You'll be transferred to Juvenile hall from there."
Katherine sat, defeated. She felt the uncomfortable seat on her bare butt and writhed in discomfort.
They arrived at the police station. Katherine was forcefully pulled from the car by an elbow. She was lead up the stairs, bright daylight shining on her pale flesh. Once inside the officers stopped to talk to the secretary who sat behind a bullet proof glass panel. Katherine, arms still locked behind her, was forced to stand with nothing hidden. She hung her head as her story was told to the secretary.
"What do we have hear?" The secretary asked, gazing at Katherine with an amused smirk.
"Streaker. We've got to put her into holding until someone from juvie can pick her up."
"Streaker?" The secretary asked, looking Katherine up and down. "Honey, you should've waited until you had something to show off before you started trying to show off!"
The three adults laughed as Katherine turned a brighter shade of red. Katherine was led away, the secretary giggling at her jiggling backside as she left.
She was pulled through a hallway, then brought into another room. There her shoes, her single last items of clothing, were confiscated. She stood there, soles of her feet on the cold ground as the handcuffs were undone. She threw her hands over herself instantly.
"Hands on the back of your head." the female officer said as she put on a pair of rubber gloves. Katherine, with visible reluctance raised her arms, once more showing everything. The female officer proceeded to thoroughly search her. She ran her hands through Katherine's hair, then patted down her sides. Katherine suppressed a giggle, being exceptionally ticklish, especially when she was nervous. Then the officer grabbed each side of her upper thigh and ran her hands down each leg. Then came the part Katherine was dreading. The officer lowered Katherine's head, forcing her to bend over. Katherine felt her sizable cheeks spread as the woman inspected her for contraband. She actually felt as though she would faint from humiliation, bent over and being inspected like a piece of meat. The feeling only got worse as the woman pulled aside the lips of her vagina and peered inside.
Finally she was done. Katherine threw her hands over herself as soon as she was able. Not that it mattered. This woman had seen her more thoroughly then any other human. Katherine felt completely debased, and more exposed then ever before.
The woman silently led her out into general holding. Katherine gasped as she saw the rows of cells, full of women. Some obviously wh*r*s, some drunk, some seemingly normal. They turned to stare at Katherine, naked, cupping herself, barely covering her genitals.
Instantly the room erupted. Everyone locked up started yelling jokes, insults and catcalls at Katherine.
"I thought i was in jail, not daycare! what's that little kid doing here?"
"What you covering for white girl? you've got nothing to hide!"
"damn, look at the butt on her!"
"Pasty little thing! How much do you think she'd go for on the street?"
"You kidding? only a perv would go for some underage girl like that!"
"You gonna give us a show? Shake that fat ass and those little tits for us!"
Katherine turned to the officer leading her.
"Please, you've got to give me something to wear!"
"No can do" The female officer said, leading her along. "You only get an inmate uniform if charges are pressed. In holding you wear what you came in. Unless you want to be tried as adult, just keep your mouth shut and deal with the consequences of your actions." Katherine was pulled and dragged on her bare feet past the rows of cells. She was led to a thankful empty one. The officer pushed her forward and slammed the bars behind her.
Katherine stood in the empty cell. There was nothing to hide herself with or behind. Just a concrete bench. She sat down, her bare butt shivering as it made contact with the concrete. The cell was visible to the entire row of cells across from her. Katherine tried to avoid eye contact with the women inmates who were staring blatantly at her.
She had her hands crossed over her chest, her knees locked tightly to keep her crotch hidden. She peeked under her hands. Circulation still had not returned: her chest completely flattened. She bit back tears at frustration. Her body was betraying her!She used her hands which were cupped over her to begin massaging them, trying to get the blood flow to return to her tits and force them to assume their normal shape.
She heard a laugh and looked up. Across from her she was visible from several cells. The inmates were all watching her rub herself with amusement.
"Hey kid, I don't think rubbing them is going to make them grow!" An older woman said with a laugh.
"Yeah, it's not a magic lamp, it's just some tiny mosquito bites! You won't get any wishes from that!"
Katherine yelp. She had just been caught fondling herself by a group of strangers! They all laughed as she flushed, clutching herself tighter. She wished she could be anywhere, wearing anything. Instead she was stuck in prison, fully naked, visible to all.
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