He's fucked

The moment the thick, cool metal baton slipped inside him Mark felt confused. The intrusion felt invasive, of course - his sphincter stretching wide to accommodate the unyielding weapon of his imminent anal destruction. But the officer had lubricated it well, the baton slipping in easily despite its size and sliding over his virginal prostate such that he was shocked by the intimacy of it. Nerves never before realised tingled new sensations through his core, his legs trembling as his voice was stolen from him, pure disbelief at what was happening having rendered him mute.

The officer grinned to herself as she felt him stiffen, relishing Mark's moment of realisation that there was no escaping his fate. The sense of power that this always brought her was unmatched, the knowledge that she had complete control not only in this moment, but of her victim's future causing her to almost spontaneously climax on the spot. She expertly slid her tool over his sensitive prostate eliciting a stunned moan from the man, before jamming it in deep, and hard. Mark whined helplessly, his legs twisting and clenching as he tried to relieve the pressure but she gave him no hope. Soon the officer was sliding the baton completely out of Mark's quivering hole, only to slam it back in, again and again... the **** sending shockwaves through the man as he whimpered and moaned. When she could already see droplets of his precum dribbling from his half-erect cock onto the cell floor she knew she had a new sissy bitch in the palm of her hand. She just had to finish him.

By this point Mark had all but fallen silent, an almost constant hum that rose and fell slightly his only sound. It was his way of coping, a talisman of sorts to help channel these strange new sensations as the police woman railed his asshole, his quavering voice telling her exactly when she hit the right spots deep inside him. And it was with this **** guidance that she slowly increased her tempo, nudging just a little harder, pushing just a little deeper, until Mark was moaning needily. Sensing his shift in attitude, she slid the baton from him and held it, teasingly pressing into his now gaping entrance and leaving him feeling empty, unwhole. She leaned in close, her whisper tickling his ear and causing a shudder to course though him as she ordered, "Beg for it bitch... admit you want this and I will give you everything your heart desires."

The hair on the back of Mark's neck stood up as he considered her words. His cock ached for release and his asshole yearned to be filled, his newly stretched hole twitching as he stood on the precipice of what he knew would be his most powerful climax ever. He wanted this... in this moment he wanted it more than anything he had ever wanted, and yet a part of him knew he should resist, knew that to capitulate to this woman would have life changing repercussions. A soft, feminine whine left his lips as he searched for his answer, causing the officer to chuckle - a dark, sinister sound.