I sit in my car sulking, stuck on speed gun duty again. Just once I'd like to see some real action, not pull over someone who is in a hurry or drunk or just an asshole, but no one in charge ever seems to give me that chance, I'm always stuck doing the jobs you give to rookies or not great cops, the ones you can't mess up. I didn't become a cop to do this, I want to bust some actual criminals and be a famous police officer and solve mysteries, to be a hero, not fine people for speeding.

As I look out into the quiet darkness of the night and take a deep drink from my coffee, I'm snapped out of my thoughts as I see two cars pull up. I quietly watch, keeping as still as possible, as the two drivers exchange packages. I recognise one of the vehicles, they belong to a crimelord, one who has remained untouchable for years, if I can bring him down then I'll become a legend and my bosses will take me seriously, no more lame jobs for me, I'll be a hero. As the cars pull away and drive off I stumble slightly as I turn the keys and start up my own car, as I carefully follow the car from a distance, they'll lead me straight to their boss and I'll call in the location and make the arrest myself. I can't help but smile as I continue to following the car, it's finally happening, my life is about to change for the better.

I stop my car outside a warehouse and watch the driver calmly walk inside. I go to reach for my radio but stop as I look around the quiet area, maybe I should scout around first, make sure that the crimelord is actually there first. Getting out of the car I look around cautiously as I sneak up to the building and move slowly along the wall, making sure that each step is quiet as my heartbeat pounds in my ear, a small part of my brain telling me to go back and report my location, but another just tells me how big a name I'd get if he is here and I keep going. Reaching a window I peak through it, I side I see him, he's talking to several of his men. Wait, where's the guy who I followed?

I suddenly sense someone behind me but it's to late as my arms are pulled behind me and pinned behind my back. As I steuggle a damp cloth is press tightly against my mouth, muffling my cries for help, my panicking only causing me to breath in more of the drug. My body relaxes as the world starts to spin amd grow darker, my legs going floppy as I twitch, unable to fight back as my eyelids grow to heavy and close.

My heavy eyelids slowly open as I feel pain in my wrists as I hang from shackles in the air, my naked body cold in the freezing room. Looking around I see various meats hanging from meat hooks, one of which my chains are hooked to. I struggle to try and get my restraints free, my legs kicking helplessly above the ground as I swing helplessly.

"So, this is the sneaky pig who followed my men and rudely stuck his nose into my business." As I turn to look at the man who spoke pain fills the side of my face as his fist forces my head to turn away.

"You think that you alone can take me down!" Air leaves my lungs as several punches smash into my stomach. As I cough and try to recover I look on in horror as he holds up my taser which a sadistic grin. My body twitches and shakes, my chains rattling as he stabs the metal prongs into me over and over again, shocking me in agonising and burning shock after shock, my trumblimg and twisting body pissing itself during the barrage.

I hang, my body twitching uncontrollably as I shiver, barely conscious, my faint vision seeing a the warm glow of a cigarette as my captor smokes, blowing the choking fumes into my face.

"It's freezing in here. You look cold, let me warm you up a bit." I scream as he pushes the lit end of his cigarette into my chest, the smell of burning flesh filling my nose.

"I must be off, you just hang here and chill." I weakly hang, unable to do anything I watch him turn and leave, the door closing behind him, leaving me in the dark freezer, shivering, my beaten body hurting all over. 

I look up as I hear the heavy door open, my body shivering uncontrollably, my hands and feet numb, my fingers and toes almost painfully numb, my eye swollen shut.

"I wasn't expecting you to still be alive piggy. Maybe we could have some more fun. I was hoping to curve you up." Dread fills my mind, I can't take this anymore. As he lifts a shining knife, I struggle to speak.

"Ppp please... I... I'll d do... whatever you w want." An intrigued smile forms on my captures face, as a bulge grows in his trousers. I feel his warm hand and breath move over my frozen body as he moves behind me and steps up onto a crate.

"It's alright piggy, I think I can find something you can do for me. Now squeal for me." I weakly cry out in pain as he roughly and uncaringly slams his hard cock into my ass.

Epilogue:

I kneel naked at my master's feet, my only clothing being a collar, one with a dangling name tag reading piggy, as two of his men lead a visitor into the room, one who looks familiar, my former boss in the police force. I don't make eye contact as he looks at me for a moment, seeing my scarred, beaten, used and exposed body, master took delight in breaking and training me, every act if disobedience or failure was met with the sting of his whip or a beating from his men, and now he delights in displaying me for all to see, his broken piggy slave, sex toy, painslut and urinal, one whose cock strains in its chastity cage from the humiliation and whose ass is well used and fully available at all times. I stay quiet, unable to speak since the removal of my tongue to prevent me from squealing to other pigs, as the two talk, conducting their business, and money is handed to the officer of the law.

"As always, it's a pleasure doing business with you. I see that you have taken an interest in my pet pig here. If you wish you may borrow one of our rooms and have some fun with him. He's fully trained to pleasure or if you prefer he makes a great squealing noise when tortured." I look up slightly hopeful that he will save me, but the cruel smile on his face as he walks up and takes my leash reminds me of my place.

"He was never that good of a cop, I'm glad that you found a better use for him. Come along pig." I obediently follow on all fours, unable to walk since the removal of my frostbitten toes after being taken out of the freezer, my fingers didn't fair any better, reducing me to my master's helpless pet. The worst thing about my life is that even though I hate it, my cock still strains in its cage in anticipation every time I'm used, maybe this is a better job for me.