An investigation and ... masturbation?

The man led the three not to the haunted house (and possibly to Mackenzie's dress), but to another office in the pavilion across the lawn. The crowd's eyes were, of course, back on Mackenzie, who could do nothing except do the ENF pose as she trailed the group.

Eventually they got to a fluorescently-lit room with a single desk that the park used to interrogate miscreants. Now, however, the miscreant was elsewhere.

The officer sat Lana and Scott down at the table while leading Mackenzie to a stool in the corner. He then sat at the desk opposite the couple while Mackenzie watched him begin his investigation.

"Are you the same Lana Sakura Jackson on this poster?" he asked Lana, handing her a missing persons poster that Scott had posted around the park after she had gone missing.

"I am, yes," Lana handed the poster back to the officer.

"And did you visit the haunted house attraction today?"

"Unfortunately, yes," she looked down at the floor, "we both did."

"And what brought you to the haunted house?"

"Lana's claustrophobic," Scott butted in, "and she wanted to try something new after riding the Shock Wave the hundre- several times," he wanted to make sure to not be hyperbolic for this investigation. The Shock Wave? Mackenzie was too afraid to ride that even once, let alone multiple times?

"And was there anything advertised about nudity," a word that called Mackenzie to attention on her own state; finding no use in covering up, she had just sat on the stool with her arms dangling on her thighs with her breasts and pussy on display for the others, "in this haunted house?"

"No, not at all," Lana piped up, "neither the patrons, nor the customers," she said in a lower tone, "would get naked."

"Well, I've seen that that ended up... not being the case," the man noted as Lana blushed furiously and Mackenzie brought her right hand to her inner thigh, "I take it you were not naked when you entered the haunted house?"

"No, I was wearing what I'm wearing now."

"At what point did you get naked?"

"Well, I wouldn't say 'got' naked," Lana protested a bit, "but the house was a bit warm so I gave my jacket to Scott when we first walked in. It was a campy Victorian experience, so after looking at the parlor Scott and I went our separate ways - he went to the dining room and I went to the kitchen."

"And what happened in the kitchen?" Mackenzie's hand moved closer to her intimates as she figured what was coming.

"I was looking around at the black stove with the pots and pans when all of a sudden the lights came out, almost like candles being blown out. I chuckled a bit at this, as my eyes tried to adjust to the light."

"How long were the lights out?"

"Ah jeez, I don't know, but it was about thirty seconds to a minute when someone crept behind me and unbuttoned my jeans. I thought it was Scott being playful, so when he pulled the jeans down I just bent over to pull them back up."

"Were you able to pull them up?"

"No, when I bent over I felt a single hand - it was a left hand, because I distinctly remember the thumb on the right side of my body over the fabric - grab the waistband of my panties and pull them down as well."

"All the way?"

"No, not yet. just past my bottom, to the middle of my thighs." Mackenzie started fingering herself to Lana's perfect ass being bared to see for the world. It probably jiggled a bit, too, when the panties got yanked down.

"And what did you feel then?"

"That's when I started getting mad. I started saying 'Scott, stop!' 'Scott, this isn't appropriate!' 'Scott, this isn't funny!'"

"And did you hear any of this, sir?"

"No, I was in the dining room and I just kept calling out for Lana by name."

"And I take it you didn't hear any of that either?"

"No, officer."

"And when did you start to think this wasn't your boyfriend?"

"Well, I bent over again, just a little bit, to pull those back up as well, but then the hands reached under my shirt - under my shirt! - and touched me in the small of my back. I knew that grip was not Scott," Mackenzie was now fully "engaged" with this story, remembering the tenderness of Lana's backside that was still a yard or two in front of her but covered in that fabric prison.

"Okay, was there any further bodily contact after that?"

"Thank God no! I pulled away and got those hands off me, but I tripped and fell on the floor in the process. I tried getting back up, but felt a tug keeping me down. By the time I was able to get up about ten seconds later, I no longer felt my panties or pants on my legs, and I felt my feet were bare on the tile floor."

"And what happened at that point?"

"I got up and grabbed the hem of my shirt with both hands for dear life. I kept calling out, 'wait, no, stop!', 'hold on!', 'give that back!', and started screaming for Scott at the top of my lungs."

"And you didn't hear that either, sir?"

"No, officer."

"And how long were you able to keep your shirt on- hold on..." at that point the officer noticed Mackenzie stroking her bean out of the corner of his eye, despite her best efforts to be discreet and quiet.

"Ma'am," he interrupted to turn to her, "are you pleasuring yourself in the middle of this investigation?"