He imagined her body. He had seen her again that day and knowing that he could never have her made him want her that much more.

The fact that she was soaking wet and practically naked helped too.

He could picture her firm butt and the way it transformed into her thigh, the thought of her lightly tanned curves was enough to arouse him more than a little bit.

Some guys were legs guys. Our hero was not a legs guy, he was more of a tits 'n' ass guy.

Despite her age, she was quite developed. A romanticist would probably say something about her blossoming; alone a rose in a field of dirt. But our man had no such romantic persuasions. It was a different kind of love he had in mind. He would probably just say something about her having a great set of tits, if he couldn't get away with just staring at them.

He had consciously made a mental picture of her that morning. He could still see the outline of her nipples, poking erect against the moist fabric of her bikini top. Fairly shortly there was a part of him that was struggling against the denim cage that he used in a vain attempt to tame his ragin libido for her.

He set it free. It wasn't as if he had any real choice in the matter. As much of a slave to himself as he was to her. Furiously he kneaded his member, his hands moving in a flurry that you won't see outside of a martial arts movie. He mentally removed her clothes and imagined pushing her head down as he rammed her from behind with such vigour that any onlooker would be forced into admiration just as she had been forced into submission.

He felt a tap on his shoulder.

As he turned he struggled to jam his erect and throbbing cock - still hungry with lust for her - back into his jeans. Unfortunately the people at Levis had not had this particular function in mind when designing the zipper and the hole was far too small to fir his now slightly deflating package. With some maneuvring - truly the work of a professional - he managed to re-cage the beast, though it was now both ravenous and irritated at being denied the meal it had been promised. Meanwhile, he took in the figure who had tapped him on the shoulder.

It was immediately clear that the tapper and his partner were some kind of authority figures. They wore uniforms and badges. This scared him. He was afraid only of being charged with jacking it in a public place, and he had really done nothing else wrong.

"What have we here?" a voice was catapulted out from behind the aviators and handle-bar moustache.

He wasn't sure what he was supposed to say to that, so he sat still.

"We've been watching you, buddy." There had been a long pause. Obviously the catapult took some time to reload. The two uniformed men sat opposite our hero on the bench.

"Do you realise that the girl you were imagining is underage?" He somehow managed to say the last word in bold.

"What're you talking about?" blustered our flustered hero, "who the hell are you guys?"

"We are the Imagination Police, and you have been caught imagining sexual intercourse with a minor," quoth the Tapper.

He was shocked. He didn't know what to say.

"I thought she was 18."

It was worth a shot.

The Tapper gave a smirk.

"Ha. Nice try, but don't you think we know what you were thinking? How do you think we'd be Imagination Police if we didn't know what you were thinking? Guess work? Yeah, we just cruise around parks bothering every guy who's frantically masturbating in the hope that he'll be a criminal. Yeah, like we'd ever catch anyone if we did that."

The Tapper paused, as if concentrating.

"Shouldn't we be using these powers to solve real crimes? Ha. You're the biggest criminal within our patrol radius. You think all those murderers and thieves are worth our time? We go for the big guns, buddy. The real criminals. In this case: you."

"Now here's the deal, buddy. We're going to slap you with a fine since this is your first offence. If you imagine this girl, or any other minors ever again, rest assured we will be on to your ass within seconds. Got it? Now finish up by imagining some legal girls."

The Tapper handed him the slip for the fine and continued to sit there. It seemed as though they were expecting something.

"That was an order, buddy."

There was more than a hint of menace in his tone.

"Uhhh... No, that's okay. I'm not really in the mood anymore. You know, seeing as how you just fined me."

"What? You can't get it up unless you think about little girls? You sick fuck. You better hurry bud, we're getting impatient."

The entire time, the other officer had said nothing. He didn't seem to have the power of speech at all. Moments later it was revealed to our hero and fallen comrade why he was a member of the force.

Our hero sat opposite the policemen, not at all sure what to do. He was certain he wouldn't be able to maintain an erection - he couldn't even urinate in front of other guys. The Tapper cleared his throat.

"Well, I won't be leaving until I see some action."

He nodded to the other officer who immediately stood up. He began to undo his belt and he gradually lowered his trousers to reveal the reason they called him the Member of the Force.

Our hero gulped.

Member straddled him and quickly undressed him. Years of training (funded by Joe Taxpayer) had made him adept at disrobing detainees. Guys like Member usually joined the army or the navy, but it was a family tradition and he wasn't one to think for himself.

He penetrated our unfortunate hero, time and time again atop the park bench while his partner watched with a smug grin on his face. After several minutes of agony (some of which were actually quite pleasurable) Member gave one final thrust, our hero gave one final wince, and his lung was punctured one more time. The ordeal was finally over. Both parties dressed and the officers rose to walk away.

"I hope you learned your lesson," the Tapper concluded. And with that they began to walk away.

Our hero collected himself. He looked around the park. Children were still playing happily, and he was careful not to imagine any of them anything other than semi-naked. As he collected himself and nursed several internal injuries, he went over the events in his mind.

"What absolute dickheads," he thought to himself.

He felt a tap on his shoulder.