I have been Abused and the Tor tured by a nasty bi tch female police officer. She is very young and arrogant. She is kinda cute but also has a tough look like she’s a dy ke. Dirty blonde hair and a bad attitude and she looks like she might be all of 20 yrs old. I don’t have any video of what she did to me because she took off her body camera and she turned off the cameras at the jail while she tor tured me.

I was stopped by this female cop and was falsely arrested. Things escalated and I gave her the finger and called her a le s bian bit ch. She put me in handcuffs in the back of her car and took me to the local jail.

She had me str ip n a k e d so I could put on the prison clothes. When I was n a k e d she stood there and watched and snickered on her power trip. She put my hands behind my back in handcuffs. She smirked as she put on rubber gloves and told me to bend over. Then the she said, ‘Now the fun begins’.

She stood behind me and grabbed me by my balls and told me she had to do a cavity search for contraband. I moved to get away and she squeezed my balls so hard I thought they would explode. She hit a buzzer and a bunch of her fellow thug cops or prison guards stormed in and pinned me down. They pushed me over a bar on a bending gurney table that bent in half. I was bent over it with my hands cuffed behind me. She clamped my ankles spread them apart. Then she put straps around my knees to pull my legs apart. She hooked a strap to my handcuffs that pulled my hands way up my back toward my head and kept me bent over.

Then most of them left except for two other nasty bit ches who stayed to watch the show. She said I needed to understand that she was in charge. She said I needed to learn to do as she told me.

She stood behind me and grabbed my balls which were hanging down between my spread open legs. The straps held my legs open. She stretched my balls down toward the floor and toward her. They were aching and throbbing and turning purple. I moaned out, ‘Oh my balls, please my balls.’ She said, ‘I don’t care about your balls. If you learn your lesson maybe I’ll let you keep them.’

Then she forced her finger up my a n a l opening. She forced in a second finger and then a third. She twisted her fingers around inside of me. She pulled her fingers out a little and then rammed them in. She forced four fingers into my hole as I screamed in pain.

The female prison guards stood there and watched and smiled. Then she abruptly pulled her hand out of my burning a n a l opening. She released my throbbing balls and walked over to get a police club.

She returned to stand behind me and she struck my hanging balls with the police baton. She cracked my balls to the right and to the left using the baton. Then she forced the thick police baton up my opening. She pumped it in and out of me while I screamed. She did it slowly and then quickly and then slowly again. She pushed it in deep and slow watching and observing to see how much I could take.

She asked me if I wanted to call her ‘bit ch’ again. I told no and I apologized and begged for mercy. She laughed and said, ‘Now you are my bit ch, aren’t you bit ch? C’mon, tell me that you’re my bit ch’. She thrust the thick baton in and out as she told me I was her bit ch. She grabbed and squeezed my balls again and I shrieked from the pain, I blurted out, ‘I’m your bit ch’.

One of the guards handed her a second baton. She used the second baton to crack my balls while pushing the first baton up my opening. ‘You like being my bit ch don’t you?” she asked. I said, ‘Yes officer, yes officer’. She ordered me to tell her how much I wanted to be her bit ch as she grabbed and twisted my balls. I gasped and sputtered out, ‘I want to be your bit ch. I want to be your bi tch officer’.

Then she clamped her grip on my balls and said now what should I do with these. One of the guards said, ‘Cut ’em off. Do you want the knife or scissors?’ She said maybe she’d cut them off and keep them as a souvenir.

I felt a metal bar being strapped between my ankles to keep my legs open and I feared that this was to help her de-ball me. I begged and begged her to let me keep my balls while the female guards snickered and chuckled.

Then one of the guards left and soon returned with reinforcements. There were three or four male guards. She released me from the table and stood me up. My hands remained cuffed behind me. My ankles were attached to the bar between them so I could not run or kick.

When she stood me up everyone laughed. She looked around to the front of me to see that they were laughing at my erection sticking up and wobbling about. ‘Are you a fa ggot?’ she asked. I told her I wasn’t. She asked me if I wanted to have the male guards take turns with me. I said no thank you and repeated that I’m not a fa ggot. She said, ‘It looks like you are from size of that thing sticking up in front of you.’ I said I didn’t know why it is that way. She said, ‘It must be because you’re a fa ggot. You like it up the a s s.’

She stuck her baton under my stiff shaft and flipped it around causing my erection wobble and they all laughed as she said, ‘Fa ggot’.

Then they pushed me down on the floor in the corner. My arms were pinned behind me and strap was put through the cuffs to a ring to hold me in place. Then one of the big males guards pulled out his co ck and pis sed on me. His hot pi ss sprayed right in my face and on my head. He called me a miserable maggot and told me that if I ever disrespected the officer again I would get worse.

Another of the male guards unzipped and stepped up to use me as a toilet, piss ing all over my face and head. The female guards chuckled. My arresting officer smirked and she was obviously on a power trip. They then left the room.

She gave a nod to the two reaming female guards and they also left. She stood towering over me and looked down at me. She looked so large and I felt so small and helpless. ‘Pathetic little maggot’, she said. ‘Who do you think is in charge now?’ she demanded. I said, ‘You are officer.’

She taped my eyes shut so I couldn’t see anything. A minute later I felt her straddle my face. She pinched my nose shut so I had to open my mouth. I felt the hot stream of her ur ine flow into my mouth. I tasty her salty liquid as she ordered me to swallow it. I had little choice but to swallow it or choke as I couldn’t breath. She pissed on my face, in my mouth and made me swallow her urine.

A minute or two later she pulled the tape off my eyes. My co ck was still stiff and hard. She used her shoe tip to prod my erection. She watched it wobble about. ‘Such a waste. Too bad that you are so pathetic,’ she said as she prodded it again. Her interest in my erection made me think that maybe she wasn’t a le s bian, although she eagerly tor tured me like a woman who hates co ck and balls.

She told me that when I see her in public I am to be very respectful, obedient and call her ma’am and officer. I am to obey all of her commands or she’ll bring me back here and it will be even worse next time. Then she asked it I got it. I said, ‘Yes ma’am I got it’.

She held a Taser up against my balls and said that maybe she should give them a shot just to make sure that I got the message. I begged her and promised to obey her and do whatever she said.

She rubbed the Taser back and forth over my balls and then up and down my shaft. She seemed to be thinking about it. Her finger was on the trigger. She told me that if I ever showed her any disrespect again, even in the least way, she would fry my balls and cook my ‘hot dog’ until the Taser ran out of juice. She said she would bring me back to the jail and we’d have a private little session together. Just the two of us and her Taser.

She said I’d be taken to the infirmary to have my a n a l opening checked and treated. I was told to sign some documents. I was told she decided there would be no charges filed against me but if I filed any complaints or spoke to anyone then I’d be right back in jail and this time she wouldn’t be so lenient. She put the Taser against my balls again and asked me if I understood. I said, ‘Yes ma’am I understand’.

She tapped the Taser against my erection and said, ‘You should get that thing to go down before they take you up to the infirmary.’ Then she smirked. She added, ‘It’s nice that it lasts so long. It sure is hard. I think you like the baton up you’re a s s. I can arrange that again anytime you want.’

I was released from the infirmary after treatment by a nurse. My balls have been black and blue for days. I’m not sure if I am sterile from the beating they took. I’m afraid to see that cop again because she may make up something about me and take me back to the jail. I shudder and tremble when I think of what she did. She got away with it as I have no proof at all of what she did and I don’t dare make a complaint against her.

Now I have to live in fear of how she may make me jump to her orders and humiliate me next time she sees me in public. She totally humiliated me. Totally controlled me. She pi ssed on me, made me drink her p i s s and made me her bi tch. She’s probably told all of the officers on the force. She probably told her le s bian lover. They are laughing at me and she is smirking and basking in her power.