An Arresting Situation
I sit in my car, shaking with nerves and anticipation. I knew I should not have been driving after drinking beer with the guys, but hey, we all make mistakes, don’t we? I sneak a look in the rear-view mirror and I can see a blond female cop heading for the driver door. The fact that she is wearing black spike heels which are somewhat incongruent to her uniform does strike me as unusual and I mentally file it away for later consideration. “Get out of the vehicle and give me the keys”, she commands. I remove the keys from the ignition and get out of the car. Before I realize what is happening, I have been turned round and slammed against the side of the car. My ears begin to ring as my head hits the top of the door and I am momentarily confused. I can feel my feet being kicked apart and shake my head quickly to clear my vision. Hard hands are running down the inside of my legs and then they are brought upward until I feel them encasing my balls in an iron-like grip. My eyes are watering now, (I don’t know whether it is tears of pain due to my balls being squeezed, or a reaction to the bang to my head.) “Walk!” she barks at me and I do as I am bid. She pushes me forward toward a sturdy black door and kicks it open. “Upstairs!” I stumble forward in the gloom trying to shuffle my feet so that I can feel the stairs in front of me, but it’s too late; I have already tripped on the first one. My scalp burns as she pulls me back to my feet by grabbing a handful of my hair. “Get up the fucking stairs!” she screams at me and I do my best to walk up them. By now I am feeling really scared and unsure as to what is going to happen next and I can feel her breath on the back of my neck; the hairs stand on end. I can also smell her; the leather pants she is wearing have a rich and pungent odor and are filling my mind with images of the hot sweaty pussy hidden under them. We reach the top of the stairs which is just as dark and gloomy and I am pushed toward another door. My eyes begin to adjust to the muted light available and we enter a room which has a metal table in the center and what looks like a changing room locker placed in the corner. “Strip search”, she barks and I am really scared now. “Strip search?” I question, but before the second word is completely out of my mouth I am sent crashing back into the metal table as she punches me in the face. Adrenalin courses through me and I feel my cock begin to twitch. Is it fear, or is it something about this extremely forceful woman in a cop’s uniform? Her eyes are glittering with anger as she looks me up and down. “Remove your clothes you pathetic specimen”. She is holding a baton in one hand and smacking it down into the other palm. I quickly do as she has ordered and am somewhat mortified to find that my cock is standing up proudly against my lower stomach. I look down at it, willing it to go down. This is not the time or the place, I try to tell it, but as usual, it appears to have a mind of its own. It twitches and stays where it is. That is until she steps forward and again squeezes my balls so hard that my eyes begin watering. My hard-on immediately goes down and as I look at her to see what she is going to do next, there is an evil grin slowly spreading across her face. “I think we understand each other, don’t we?” I nod; I don’t know what else to do. “Lie down”. I obey the order unthinkingly, wincing as my back touches the cold metal. She steps forward and attaches my wrists and ankles to the table, using some straps which I hadn’t noticed dangling at the sides of the table. I lie there unable to move, my legs spread and feeling completely vulnerable. I gasp with pain as the baton finds a new home buried into my asshole. It’s cold, big and hard and I am surprised when my dick follows suit and gets hard again. “You really don’t know how to control yourself, do you?” she grins nastily. “Well I think it’s about time you were taught a lesson you will not forget in a hurry”. She plunges the baton in and out of my ass, watching with interest as my cock twitches and gets bigger with every thrust. I cry out and she pushes a damp rag into my mouth which makes me gag, but also has the desired effect of quietening me. I watch with my eyes wide as she removes her uniform to reveal her naked beauty. She climbs on top of me with her knees either side of my hips and I try to strain upward so that my erection can get closer to her cunt. “Only when I give permission” she states, grasping the base of my shaft painfully, but it keeps the blood in my cock and I am scared that I am going to cum. She holds it and then forces her painfully tight pussy down onto it until I am engulfed by her womanhood. Although she is tight she is also as hot in there as molten lava and the smell of the perspiration emanating from her armpits drives me even wilder. She rides me not caring that we are not in unison and I finally understand what it must feel like to be raped. She is fingering her cunt frantically as she strives for her own release and cries out when it comes. “All you bastards are alike”, she shouts as she climbs off me. “Well maybe next week we will have to bring the sergeant in here to see if you behave for him!” I watch as she removes money from my billfold which has fallen to the floor. “Same time next week?” she asks and I nod wordlessly. I wonder what my Mistress will have in store for me the next time I visit?