In a British television series some years ago the young ROBERT CARLISLE was a streetwise Glasgow cop assigned to a sleepy island village. In this ‘fantasy’ episode, his quiet but sexually frustrated life is disrupted when an aggressive young police woman is sent to join him.

She is determined to prove herself as an efficient officer and complains that during training her male colleagues did not take her seriously.

To avoid her, Hamish goes out on a tough training run. Returning muddied and sweatty, he is confronted by police woman Ellis still airing her resentment. When Hamish brushes her off and attempts to go and shower, she angrily insists that he should admit her abilities as a police officer.

When he attempts to move past her she challenges Hamish, asking if he thinks she could 'arrest' him even if he seriously tried to resist.

Exhausted from his run he is noncommittal but she is hyped up and insists that she could handcuff him against his will. Before he can tactfully avert the situation she has grabbed him by the sweats, turned him round and slammed him against the wall. On a roll, she is kicking his feet apart shouting that he should put his hands up the wall; following the proscribed 'resisting arrest' procedure. When Hamish hesitates she pulls him back and slams him against the wall more painfully. As he tries to reason with her he does as she repeatedly orders.

The Speedcuffs from her duty belt click around one wrist which is then twisted painfully down and round into the middle of his back. In spite of his protests she drags the other arm down and connects with the cuff. As the procedure ends she is elated and steps back.

Hamish painfully moves his feet together before turning round to face her. He is glowering with rage but when they both realise that his prick is rigid as a tent-pole inside his clinging sweats, he is reduced to silent embarrassment. She laughs breathlessly. "You see! I know how to get my own way. I knew I could do that - and I could get you to the cell, even if you resisted. Do you think I could, Hamish?"

He shakes his head and is about to object when she yells "Damn you, Hamish Macbeth!! All I want is for you to see that I am good at my job. I can handle myself. I need a chance to prove myself. So - you are going to the cell, like it or not". Hamish's refusal dies on his lips as she arm-locks, bends him over and frogmarches him along the corridor despite his protests.

At the open cell door she pushes him inside and stays outside, but does not close the door. "I want you to respect me, Hamish."
He remains with his back to her, his sweats clinging to his damp body.
"Do you respect me, Hamish?" adding sharply, "Turn round and look at me, damn it".
He turns round and his knob still sticks out against his track suit.
"Is that a sign of respect, Hamish?"
He does not answer and she moves towards him. "Is it?!"
He refuses to speak and she grabs his nob with a firm grip, lifting and twisting it slightly. "Is it a sign of respect, constable Macbeth?"
Eventually he answers "Yes!"
Still holding tight she demands,"Yes what, constable Macbeth"?
He is uncomfortable rather than in pain, "Yes what?" he asks.
"Yes, constable Ellis. I am your colleague - and would like to be your equal. Indulge me, constable Macbeth? Give me opportunity to prove that I could be your equal? An equal match for you?"
He remains silent, so her grip turns into a stroke of his penis. He squirms.
"I think I could make you say and do a lot of things, constable Macbeth?"
He doesn't reply and with a sudden ruthless grab and hold, she again lifts.
"Couldn't I, constable Macbeth?!"
"Yes."
She lifts higher "Yes, what!?"
"Yes, policewoman Ellis"
She corrects him, "Police constable Ellis!"

Stepping back through the cell entrance she closes the barred door.
"Humour me, Hamish. I'm used to getting my own way - but I need to know I can get it even against strong resistance. So you will be doing me a favour if you put up a good fight."
She turns the key and takes it from the lock "Don't go away".
Hamish is left to sweat. It drips from his nose but with hands cuffed behind his back, he can only blow it off.

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