Just another day at the office I thought as I patrolled the cellblocks of BCI, the countyâs female detention center where I have worked for the past two years as a correctional officer. My job was basically simple in nature, maintain custody of these inmates and guard their safety.
The job was a no-brainer, the hardest part about the job was fighting off the urges to look at or touch these lonely ladies that have been locked up away from men for months or years in some cases. This wasnât too much of a problem either due to the fact that since the facility lacked âreal menâ it made up for in butch dykes that look manlier than me sometimes. These dykes took care of the pretty ones and handled their needs for them. More power to them I thought, they gotta do what they gotta do.
Donât get me wrong now there are still plenty of hot bitches in this facility that are dying for the âreal thing,â former strippers, hookers, and just girls that got into trouble. These were the ones that posed a little problem for me. It was common place to see some of these girls partially or completely nude walking around in their dorms. However, I know that any physical contact of a sexual nature with them is strictly prohibited and would cost me my job. So I played the straight role and shunned the propositions I received from them and turned my head when I was exposed to nudity and such acts.
Being that these women are criminals or at least accused of being such there is also some threat of violence working here in this atmosphere. I never took that seriously though because I am well trained and have a decent size that no woman could ever over power me. I am 6â 2â and weigh about 230 lbs., I lift weights daily in the officerâs gym and run three to four times a week. Basically Iâm in great shape and have never had my ass whipped so these bitches posed no threat to me. Besides I got enough pussy on the side that Iâm not even thinking about these hoes in here, Iâm strictly professional on the job.
Later that evening around shift change I told my fellow officers that I was checking out a few minutes early and was gonna sneak out the back exit so not to look for me at check out time. Nobody had a problem with that, we took care of each other and covered each otherâs asses when we needed to. So there I was playing low key sneaking out when I looked into one of the womenâs dorms for a last security check and noticed one lady laying on the floor looking like she was hurt and calling for help. I opened the door to the dorm to check on her and see if she needed help and thatâs the last thing I can remember. The lights went out on me at that point.
The next thing I remember was waking up on a bed groggily and looking around. âHow did I get homeâ, I thought as I looked around and slowly realized that I wasnât home after all, where the fuck was I? âWho the fuck is that bitch wearing an officerâs uniform?â âOh fuck me, why am I handcuffed to this bed?â âDammit Iâm gagged too! What the fuck is going on?â My mind was flooded with thoughts as I came to and got adjusted to my surroundings. âHoly shit, I suddenly realized what must have happened as I looked down and saw that I was naked and cuffed to the rails of a bed in the womenâs dorm at BCI.
âHowâs your head feeling Officer Martinez?â asked a young woman that I had mistaken for an officer. No wonder why, she was wearing my fucking uniform shirt and hat with apparently nothing else underneath. I recognized her as violet one of the inmates from unit 5a2.
âWhat the hell do you think your doing bitch, uncuff me now,â I mumbled through the gag that was on my mouth.
âSilly Officer,â she said âdonât bother trying to yell or threaten us youâve been sleeping for two hours already. The next shift is already on and they donât know youâre here. If we uncuff you, weâll cry rape and say you snuck in here after your shift and raped us all in our rooms, how will you explain that your shift ended an hour ago and youâre still here after midnight? Bitch youâre calling me, huh, no Officer Martinez youâre the bitch, our bitch now and youâre not gonna do or say a mutherfucken thing about it eitherâ
âWhat is all this we shit?â I thought as I realized that there were several other women in the room with us. At first I had only noticed the bitch in my shirt holding my baton in her hands and now as my head cleared I saw about six women in here with me, looking at my helpless shape and giggling. Oh my god, what the fuck am I gonna do, the bitch is right. Here I am naked, after hours in the womenâs dorm with no fuckin excuse. I was in the process of sneaking out early so no one missed me and no one knew there was anything wrong and it was still about ten hours till the next shift change. They held me captive in one of the bedrooms of the unit. The units are basically shaped in a semicircle with a large open area that is shared by all of the women on the outer sides of this common area are about ten rooms with doors on them that close for privacy. It is common practice for officers to look into the common area of the unit and not enter the dorm unless of an emergency. I now knew that it was past headcount time and no officer would be in this area for hours. I was stuck like chuck and out of luck as they say. These bitches had me right where they wanted me and I couldnât do shit about it. Now the only thing was, what the fuck did they want?