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Policewomen: Trina's Inferno

Author's Note: This is my first attempt at erotic horror. When I think of erotic horror, this is what comes to mind. It is based on Dante's Inferno. ; If you've ever read this, you'll notice the similarities.   In this story, Dante is a strong warrior; A policewoman named Trina.  She fights, kills and even fucks in this asylum.  There is blood, there is blood, there is violence– All human trauma (no monsters, ghosts, etc.).  Maybe there's a little puzzle in there too.  

I have no problem with men or women, no hidden agendas.  I wanted to write a story where a woman would be the heroine and save the day.  That's all.  

Also, as in most of my stories, there is a slight hint of an incestuous atmosphere. This serves as a premise for the sequel to Trina and her son.

 

Policewomen: Trina's Inferno

The sun rose over South Beach, Miami. Trina had the day off and was just finishing her morning run. As she stopped to watch the sunrise, she thought about the day ahead.  

She'll spend the next few hours in the gym, focusing on her back and arms and taking care of her legs and butt. Afterward, she wanted to call Mike to see if there were any SWAT positions. open.  He was friendly and gave Trina tips on fitness and various other exercises that could help her through the intensive application process for the Special Forces team.  

Trina loved her job, but she wanted to have more fun.  Her patrol route was mostly to retirement communities near the beach.  She was pretty bored, but she did her best and made friends with a lot of older people. People on their way.  

After training, she ran home.  Her son Richie was having breakfast in the kitchen.  “Hello,” - said Trina, entering the kitchen and going to the refrigerator.   

"Hello!" He said shyly as he watched his mother bend down to find her favorite brand of water. He looked at her long legs, her tight ass covered by tiny black shorts. He watched as she stood there, sweat dripping down her. Richie almost gasped as his mother turned to him, revealing her toned stomach and her tiny sweatshirt clinging to her skin.

“Ahh”; She drank the bottle and wiped her mouth.  “Are you going to your friend's house tonight?” 

“Mmmm”; Richie lied.

“Great.  Would you like to come to the shooting range with me?” - Trina asked, knowing the answer.

"No".

"Fine. I'm going to shower and go," she said. She kissed her son on the head. He watched her walk down the hallway with her mouth open and sighed as she entered her bedroom.

In her heart, Trina hit the wall: "Yes, yes." - she whispered, rubbing her clitoris furiously.    It had been a few weeks since he was last in Miami. Trina met him at a charity event where she was working security.  He ran a half marathon, then they chatted and exchanged phone numbers.   “ Since then, they’ve been texting and staying in touch and having this little date.

It had been almost a year since Trina had received sexual attention from anyone other than herself. She couldn't wait to rip her boyfriend's clothes off, get on her knees and suck and slobber on his beautiful cock. .  ”Mmmm” she moaned, a little louder than she wanted. 

"Ulysses," she whispered his name just before her orgasm hit her. Her body tensed in her soul, she tried her best to stay still.

Richie stood in front of the bathroom door, his ear pressed against it, listening to his mother. As she turned off the shower, he left the room, leaving the bedroom door open just enough for him to see her naked body. .  He had been doing this for years, perfecting his spy techniques.  However, recently a feeling of guilt had overcome him.  After tonight, after seeing how beautiful he was, he swore by it Mother sex, he would stop. Deep down he knew it was a lie.

After an hour at the shooting range, Trina called her sister Kelly, who was also therealso a police officer.  Trina was often jealous of Kelly.  She patrolled closer to the city center and was rarely bored.

On the way home, Trina sat at a traffic light and chatted with Kelly. She smiled.

"Please?" Kelly begged.

"No. He’s my little secret friend,” he said. Trina joked.

"Fine. At least tell me a little bit about how things are going tonight," he said. - Kelly said.

“Of course.  If you have something to tell.”

"Well, from what you've said so far, it sounds like it would be easy for the two of you to go somewhere and go home to have a nice evening of naughty fun," she said. - Kelly said.

"Perhaps!"

“Uh.  Whatever.  And how is Richie anyway?  Is he still spying on you?” – Kelly asked her nephew.

Trina sighed.  «I think so.  I have my suspicions.  Maybe it's just a phase.”

“Looks like it's more than just a phase.  He's 18.  I could imagine a 14, 15 or even 16 year old doing this for fun or for fun "I thought he would focus on going to college or moving away," he said. Kelly argued.

"Yeah, well, maybe," Trina said, feeling not entirely comfortable talking about it.

"Have you said something to him?"

"No. Too awkward. I've decided I need to spend more time with him. I just don't know when and how yet.

"Yeah.  Anyway, I better get ready for my shift. Maybe I'll catch whoever's been robbing these sperm banks lately," she said. -Kelly said.

“Huh, I forgot about that.”

“Yes, all the sperm banks in Miami are wiped out,” Kelly said, “No pun intended.”

Trina giggled. “I wonder what they do with it?”

"I have no idea. But we think it's a guy and it's an inside job."

"Crazy"; Trina sighed.  

They ended the conversation and Trina returned home. She smiled and thought about her evening again. She looked at her long caramel hair in the mirror and her blue eyes smiled at her. "It's going to be a great evening."

*

A few hours later, Trina came through her front door, hugged Ulysses and kissed him hungrily .  They had a wonderful dinner and decided to skip the movie and go back to Trina.   

She closed the door without removing her lips from his and led him down the hall to hers Bedroom. Richie waited there, his car parked a block away, in the shadow of Trina's closet.    "The slightly open door gave him a clear view of what was happening."  

Richie's cock straightened up and he saw his mother positioning Odysseus at the foot of her bed. She took off his shirt, revealing his muscular figure.    She rose to her knees and kissed his chest, his stomach area. and tugged at his cargo shorts.

Trina moaned loudly and knocked Ulysses over. Boxers, a cock as magnificent as she imagined burst free. She immediately took him into her mouth, her head moving back and forth on him. A moment later she stood up, eager to take him in, and pushed Ulysses back onto her bed.  She stood in front of him and took off her top, bra, and shorts.  Richie's mouth dropped open on He saw that she wasn't wearing any underwear.   

Jealousy almost overwhelmed him, but Richie stayed calm, reminding himself that she was an adult, that she was alone and that she could do whatever she wanted. Plus, it would be terrible if she caught him doing what he did hid there.  ;

He watched as his mother straddled the man, climbing on top of him and straddling him. She grabbed the base of his cock and guided it inside her. "Yes!" – she exclaimed, throwing her head back and admiring the feeling.  

Richie then watched as his mother fucked Ulysses. Bouncing up and down and impaling herself on his cock over and over again.  “Yes!  Yes!  Yes!” She cried every time she landed on him.  Richie almost came in his pants watching her climax.

Ulysses turned around and Trina rolled onto her back. Richie listened to the sounds of their kisses and watched as he flexed his muscular ass and rolled his hips as he fucked her in the back. Trina grabbed his back and slid her fingers down. , her legs crossed behind his back.  She climaxed again, then there was a brief pause - the calm before the storm.

Richie thought it was all over. Everything has just begun.

An hour later, Trina was on all fours, Ulysses behind her, running his hands down her back, now sweaty from intercourse.hit her. “Harder!” She ordered, he obeyed.  He grabbed her long hair, pulled her head back, Trina came again.

Richie almost lost control again when he saw the look of orgasmic pleasure on his mother's face.

Ulysses pulled out, pressed Trina against his stomach, grabbed her hips and brought her ass to his face. “Ahh!  Damn!” Trina screamed as she felt Odysseus' tongue swirling around her puckered hole. Her back tingled and she went limp. Ulysses sat there enjoying her ass and licking her pussy from time to time.

Another hour passed and they were still at it. Richie couldn't believe it.   “Yes!  Yes!” Trina gritted her teeth and looked at Ulysses. face, straddling him while he sat on the bed and doing everything in his power to make this man cum.

He nodded his head, letting her know he was ready - finally.  Sweaty and tired, Trina jumped off his cock and lay down next to him. Richie could see her jerking Ulysses off and around his seed begged come out.   She pressed her mouth to him. , moaned and felt his balls tighten.  Ulysses exploded in her mouth as he lay on the bed when he came. Trina drank every last drop of his cum, sucking and licking his cock.    She wiped her mouth and smiled, snuggling against Ulysses. Hand.  

Richie watched as she slowly moved her hands up and down Ulysses. body, and a few moments later she was still — fell asleep.  He came out of his hiding place, looked at his mother's naked body and felt guilty for taking it.  “That was the last time I spied on her .   I was ready. ,” He thought to himself before getting out and walking to his car.

That morning, Trina and Ulysses had sex in the shower.  She said goodbye to her boyfriend and suggested that they go back to sleep when he was free.  He liked the idea and kissed the naked one Woman saying goodbye. Front door.

Trina called her sister Kelly and received her voicemail.  She took a nap and then went to day shift.  

*

As Trina sat in her patrol car, she called Kelly again, but there was no answer (it was to herself).  She wasn't wearing a bra with her uniform.  Her breasts weren't huge, but they were tight The vest and clothing seemed even more uncomfortable when a sports bra was added.    “It didn’t matter, no one could tell.”

Trina straightened her ponytail, put her hat back on and went to talk to the elderly resident.  She visited them often, spending more time with the elderly, listening to their stories and asking them questions.  ;  If she couldn't catch anyone driving 10 miles over the 25 mile limit, Trina didn't care.  It helped her get through a boring shift and lifted the residents' spirits.

After Trina’s “lunch break”; At 8 p.m., in the middle of her shift, she got a call to go to a loud party at the house of one of the few young families who lived nearby.  My parents were out of town.

She stopped the loud music and ordered the children to leave; They listened and didn't cause her any problems.  As she stood at the door of her car, watching the few remaining teenagers drive off to find something to do on a Saturday night, Trina was hit in the head by something very hard .

 

hover

Trina woke up with a severe headache. Everything was a blur.  She heard a muffled male voice in the room, followed by a female squeak.  Then nothing.  

Her right temple was throbbing.  As she saw the blurry figure move away from her, she touched the sore spot; it felt warm.  Trina saw redness on the tips of her middle and ring fingers.   ;Wipe. In her eyes, hoping that her vision would clear up, she saw more redness on her hands.  Whatever hit her before, it left a noticeable cut on her head.    ;She wiped herself off as much blood as possible on her face with a tank top.  

As she did so, she could see what she was wearing.  Nothing.  Her uniform, her weapons, everything was taken.  All she had left was her white tank top and white boy shorts , panties.

Then she saw the others.  All over the room, in the lobby or something like a waiting room, there were women lying on the floor.  Most were naked, some were in their underwear, all were beaten, covered in blood, barely conscious .  

She heard someone approaching. She quickly lay down and pretended to have passed out. She opened one eye and saw A large man with a shotgun entered the room.  The woman stood up, begging, begging to be released, he hit her hard with the barrel, knocking her unconscious.  Trina watched as he leaned forward. read something around the woman's neck. .  

The man grabbed the woman by her hair and dragged her toward a door at the back of the room with the shotgun over his shoulder. He tapped it several times.

The other man replied, “Your back.” The big man handed the woman over to his accomplice.

Trina watched as he walked toward the other woman, turning his head to the side and reading her collar.  All the women had collars - all except Trina.   

She wondered why she didn't have one, she wondered what was on the collar, she waited and watched.

The man read another collar.  The woman came to life, punched, punched the man, he pushed her to the ground, pointed the shotgun at her head.  “Yes,” - he said. - You won't hit anyone here.

He quickly turned the handle of the shotgun and hit the woman in the temple, knocking her unconscious. “He hit me with that.” Trina thought.

“Go to the arena,” he said. - said the man, pulled the woman by the hair and knocked on the door again.   His partner answered and led the woman away.

Trina closed her eyes and played possum again. She heard his heavy footsteps approaching. "Oh yes. "You," he grumbled. "I didn't do it to you," he said. - he said, kneeling down in front of her.

He grabbed Trina by her hair and turned her head from side to side.  He ran his thumb over her plump lips and moaned as he touched her.  “Where should I send you ?” he asked.

The man let go of Trina, stood up and looked at the door. She saw that his legs were pointing away from her. Now she had a chance.

She swung her knee and kicked the man's legs out from under him.  He landed with a loud thud and lost control of the shotgun.  Trina jumped up, lunged at him, and punched him several times . face, temple, knocked him unconscious after several violent blows.

She grabbed his shotgun. Now she had a gun.

She opened the entrance to the room, looked outside at the empty parking lot and saw no one.   It appeared to be the entrance to some sort of large warehouse.  Lobby and reception area. The area reminded her of a hardware store – empty and deserted. Trina wasn't sure. She saw the harbor nearby and the smell of water in the night air. She saw other abandoned buildings nearby.   

Inside, Trina had no way of contacting anyone; The search for the man was unsuccessful: no cell phone, no walkie-talkie, nothing.

She sighed as she saw the woman moving in her peripheral vision.  Trina walked towards her and helped the woman, who was only wearing a bra, to her feet.  “Go.  ; Go away.   ;  Find help.”

She nodded in response to Trina's instructions. Trina said, grabbing the woman by the collar and reading it.

“Heretic?” Trina read it out loud.  

"What kind of place is this?"

“Just go.  Hurry up, go!”

Trina hoped someone would see the beaten, nearly naked woman and get help as quickly as possible. However, Trina had no intention of leaving. She went inside, to this warehouse.

She left the entrance open and read a few more collars on her way to the back door of the lobby.

"Fury"; "Cheater"; "Liar"; "greedy"; — There were different words on the collars.

The slightly overweight woman moved, Trina helped her. The collar said “Gluttony.”

She knocked on the door where the big man had knocked before, stepped aside and waited for someone to open it.   As soon as someone did, she appeared from the side and jabbed the shorter man in the face with the butt of her gun. She pushed him to the ground and hit him several times with her weapon. Seeing that he had frozen, she walked past the table and into the dimly lit corridor.     ;

From here she could hear screaming in the distance.

 

 

desire

Trina jumped when she heard a gunshot at the other end of the corridor - another a moment later as she approached the door to her left. As she peered down the dimly lit corridor, she saw or heard nothing else, only time attached to her at the time bulb.Doors, everything looked rough and cheaply built.

She took a deep breath and paused before continuing when she heard that. A loud crash was heard behind the door she was leaning against. She heard it again, followed by a whimper. ;As she put her ear to the door, she heard moans, grunts, and the sound of skin touching skin.  

With her hand on the doorknob, Trina slowly turned around and the unlocked door swung open. an orange glow.  The glow flickered as if the light source was fire.

Trina ducked into the room and quietly closed the door behind her.  She looked around and was shocked at what she saw.

As she ducked into a corner obscured by shadows, she saw several more women tied in a row against the wall. Trina also saw a heavy, naked man with some kind of leather belt around his waist.   He pushed his hips against the helpless woman, their bodies colliding together in the soft glow of the light source.  

Trina looked down and saw what looked like a large vat or bathtub with what appeared to be several Bunsen burners underneath.  The pipes for the gas that fed the flame were connected to a small gas tank nearby.    

The man who apparently raped the woman withdrew from her. Two large strap-on dildos slipped out of her. In the dim light, Trina could see that the dildos were monstrous - perhaps a foot long. Red marks could be seen on their backs.   

The man tied her up again and easily overpowered the exhausted prisoner.  “Which of you bathes?” - he asked mockingly, grabbing a whip from a table near the wall.

Track!  Trina winced as she watched him whip one of the helpless, bound women.  The man hit her again, randomly, not caring which woman he hit.   ; 

“Whores.   All of you.  Which one of you will be fleeced?  Hmm?” - he asked, approaching the vat and putting the whip on his shoulder. He took some kind of container with him. Trina watched as he poured the contents into the tub.

"The?" – Trina asked herself. - That can't be.

The liquid seemed white and creamy, and then a smell filled the air.  Trina shook her head in the dark corner, knowing that the man had dumped a huge amount of stolen sperm into the bathtub.   The Bunsen burner must have kept it warm so that it didn't dry out.   

“Here you go, your favorite liquid, ladies. How many of you want to take a nice, warm cum bath?” he asked.

Trina stood up, walked towards him and pointed the shotgun at him.  ”Hello,” She said.

He turned to the right as Trina pulled the trigger. - she said.  The gun was empty.  

The whip struck her wrist, causing the weapon to drop. The second strike of the whip hit her waist and gripped her body lightly. He pulled her towards him, surprising her with his speed.

Sliding slowly to the bottom of the tub, Trina remained calm. She knew and hoped that if this substance was stolen from sperm banks, it must be healthy, not diseased.  She liked to drink it straight from the source, and the thought of a sperm bath just couldn't excite her.   

The slight smile of pleasure as the warm cum coated her body quickly ended as she felt a sharp, stabbing pain in her back, ass, and legs. She reached the bottom of the tub only to feel the back of the tub. Her body was confronted with strategically placed sharp objects.  A cum bath shouldn't be fun.  

Trina sat up, growled in pain, climbed out of the bathtub and landed on the cool concrete floor.  

“Not so nice.  Was that, bitch?” - the man said to Trina, who was still writhing in pain and blood was pouring from her shoulder blades, her back, her buttocks and the backs of her thighs.  She began to crawl through the puddle of cum and blood in search after the shotgun. , hoping to use it as a blunt weapon rather than for its intended purpose.  

The perpetrator with the double dildo threw it out of reach. Trina thought quickly as the man came towards her and threwHer cum covered hand pressed against his face, several large drops fell on her, one luckily hitting him in the eye.   He dropped the whip to wipe his face, Trina rushed towards him .

The whip was difficult to handle due to her slippery hands, but she was able to wrap it around his neck and throw him to the ground. She climbed on top of him, placed the whip over herself and pulled. He choked him with all his might. He reached for her face. Trina gritted her teeth and used all her strength to choke him with her own whip.

Finally it froze with a gurgle and then fell silent. Trina got off him, out of breath and with aching arms, and looked around at the tied women.  

She untied everyone and everyone thanked her. The last woman stopped, smiled and slowly licked Trina's shocked face, smiling as she swallowed the cum collected by her tongue.

Trina watched them leave, then looked at her hand. She shrugged and licked her right forearm.    “Okay, that’s enough, I need to concentrate.”

She grabbed the empty shotgun and continued walking, leaving a trail of cum and blood behind her.

 

gluttony

Trina heard another gunshot in the distance, further down the hall.  As she stopped at the next door, she heard something different, something disturbing.  

She slowly opened the door, crouched down, peered into another dark room and went in. Locate the location. As she looked around the room, she saw another naked man leaning over a bound woman and vomiting on her, and a small lamp glowed in the corner behind him.  

"Ugh.  Well, that's disgusting," he said. - Trina thought, shaking the image from her head. As she looked around the room, she saw other women, all similar in one way - they were all a little morbidly overweight. Then she saw the body, the source of blood, on the floor next to the lamp.

She could barely make out the mutilated, mutilated remains of a man. There was a pile of material next to the body. The woman looked as if she had been skinned alive.  

Trina heard the man in the room twitch again, ready to vomit on the next woman again. She stood behind him, raised the shotgun in the air and brought it down with all her might on the man strap-on like the man in the previous room.

“What is that?  Is that her uniform?” she asked herself as she quickly helped the women in the room and ordered them to leave.  

Trina heard another noise, a whimpering whisper. It came from a mutilated body. The woman was still alive. Trina knelt next to her.

“He, cut,” the woman tried to say. Trina lowered her head, her ear just above the woman's mouth.

“He cut…” the woman snorted: “Fat.”

Trina looked at the pile of bloody material next to the woman. She nodded, understanding what had been done to this poor woman. When Trina looked at her again, she was still standing there with her eyes half closed.   Trina closed them completely and left the room.

 

Greed

There was a man using the toilet in the side hallway. Whoever built this hellish place made sure the water pipes were running. The only light above him illuminated the small bathroom. He stood up without looking at his face in the mirror above the sink, he saw movement behind him. It was too late.

His forehead hit the mirror, shattering it.  She quickly washed her face and hands in the sink, running water through her long hair.  

"Uh"; She winced, splashed the half-dried cum from her hands onto the wall, and washed them again.  She dried herself with some paper towels lying around.  

The cum dried on her body, but her hands and face were clean. Blood still ran down her back and legs and dripped onto the tile floor. She turned around and looked at her bloody back. Looking in the mirror, she couldn't tell if she needed stitches or not.  The back of her tank top and panties were red.  She shook her head.  Trina scanned the man, but nothing found. , closed the bathroom door and continued.on the.

She crept back down the main hallway, the door to her right opened, a man appeared, she hit him on the head, grabbed him and pulled his unconscious body to the side, trying to be as quiet as possible.   ;Trina entered As she left the room, another man approached her. She ducked and aimed the shotgun at his knee and then at his head several times after he landed on the ground. Trina looked around this new room.

There seemed to be some kind of blacksmith shop in the corner. It glowed with hot light, illuminating the room. Trina again saw several naked women, beaten, tied with their backs to the wall.   A woman struggled to get up and cried in pain.  Trina moved closer to her and observed the source of her pain.

Bloody, burned skin covered her bottom and back. Trina leaned forward, the smell of burnt flesh filling her nose; She saw dollar signs burned into the woman's skin.  She untied the woman's wrists and helped her to the ground.  

"Move"; the woman whispered.  Trina quickly looked behind her, just in time to throw her arms up to catch a blow from a man carrying a red-hot branding iron that was being used on the woman.  She tried her hand Best keep it away from her face.

He was stronger than Trina.  She had to escape and rolled on the ground to avoid his punches.  One landed on her thigh, Trina kept rolling and moving to avoid his attacks, her leg hurt biting .   

Rolling back to where the shotgun was, she grabbed it and used it to block his attack, the hot iron inches from her nose. She kicked him in the knee and swung her leg, knocking the man to the ground. for a hot iron.  The man grabbed her ankle and pulled her away from him.  He climbed on top of her, held her and hit her on the head.

Then he stopped.  He fell lifeless.  The woman who had saved Trina held the brand in her hand and struggled to get up.  Trina stood up and took it her: “Thank you,” he said; - she said.  “Let's help the others here,”

They untied the rest of the women and everyone helped each other.

Trina watched them walk down the corridor, the iron in her hands. She had a new weapon that was easier to carry and swing.

 

anger

Limping slightly, her thigh throbbing, she walked slowly down the corridor and approached another door to her right. When she pressed her ear to it, she heard muffled feminine noises. The door opened and she stormed towards it. The man came out, folded up a multi-tool, most likely a Leatherman, and put it in his pocket. In his other hand he had a rope.  Trina hit him as she hit the back of his head with all her might with a branding iron. 

As she walked through the door, all she saw was darkness.  The room was completely dark.  Muffled murmurs told her that someone was there, tied up and with their mouth taped shut.  

Taking advantage of what little light there was in the hallway, Trina held onto the wall in case someone else was there and might attack her.  

She felt a naked body. It was squirming, trying to free itself from something. She ran her hand down the woman's stomach, touched her breast, and found her mouth in the darkness.   "Her mouth was taped shut." "This is going to hurt, I'm so sorry," she said. Trina whispered to the woman and ripped the tape from her mouth.

"Get me out of here! I'm going to kill her!" She screamed.

"Quiet!" - Trina convinced her. - “Someone will hear you. “I’m getting you out of here,” Trina said. She added, kneeling down, feeling for the rope, pulling a knife from the tool to saw it off, then doing the same to the woman's wrists.

“There are several of us here. They tied us up and closed the door to leave us here alone.”

“I’ll come to everyone, but you all have to be quiet,” he said. - said Trina, raising her voice slightly so that the other women tied up in the dark could hear. Their muffled voices calmed down.

“We will do it,” said another freed prisoner. Her fists were clenched. “We will kill any of them we see on the way out.”

As Trina freed each woman, she felt their collective anger fill the room. Being silenced, imprisoned, tied up and left alone in the dark was apparently her punishment for her temper.

Trina led them out and continued walking.  She heard some of them screaming at the wounded man who was standing closer to the entrance and whom Trina had previously knocked out.  He woke up. She was grateful that the women attacked him as he left, knocking him unconscious again The man came out.  She cursed herself for not tying him up, but she had nothing to do with it.

Not wanting to make that mistake again, she tied the man's wrists and feet to the door.  She bent his legs and arms back and tied his wrists to his ankles. 

 

heresy

Trina continued down the corridor and came to another door to her left.  She listened to it - nothing.  She opened it quickly, ducked to the side, looked in and saw no one.  It wasn't completely dark; There was a small desk with a lamp in the corner. But there were other things in the room.

Trina saw large rectangular objects, five of them, lining the walls.  They were coffins.   Her eyes widened, she kept looking back, and she quickly moved to the next one and opened it.     ; “There was a woman, naked, beaten, tied up, with her mouth taped shut.” Trina quickly let go of her.

“Thank you!  Thank you!” - the woman exclaimed, barely above a whisper.   “They said we didn't believe them,”

“You didn't believe who?” - Trina asked, helping another woman out of the coffin.  

“Our men.  We were kidnapped, beaten and brought here.  They said we were guilty because we didn't believe our men loved us and didn't realize how good it was for us . “

“Quickly go into the corridor.”  Help her,” she said. Trina said as she handed another woman to the first woman she freed.

Trina watched them walk down the hallway, wincing in pain as she inhaled too deeply. She had to move on. The applause surprised her.

She heard a man's voice, followed by several women cheering and egging someone on. As we walked down the corridor the noises grew louder. She could recognize what they were shouting.

“Fight!  Fight!  Fight!” several people sang.

 

Violence

Trina listened to the door where she heard singing. From what she could tell, the room seemed huge, and the chants echoed off the walls. Then she heard a gunshot and then silence.  “I need that shotgun,” he said. - she whispered. 

She found an empty gun, thinking she could use it to trick someone into thinking it was loaded, probably like the idiot who knocked her out, and returned to the large room. As she slowly opened the door, she saw a very well lit room.  

Trina looked inside.  It looked more like a warehouse than a makeshift hallway with dimly lit rooms.  She wondered why whoever had converted this abandoned building for his own twisted needs, this place would leave in peace.    Trina soon realized why.

It was used as a fighting arena.  She saw several bodies lying scattered around.  She saw a man dragging away the last victim.

“This is what happens when you refuse to fight. Fight or die! - said the man.  He ​​had a nine-millimeter pistol.  “Who is next?”

"You?" He pointed the gun at one of the women cowering in the corner. She stood up and nodded.  “Okay!  That's a fighter.  Who will fight her? ?  Fight or die” - he said, looking around the room in search of another woman, his first rival.  

The man was huge and muscular, wearing a tight t-shirt, cargo pants, and boots.  He reminded Trina of a drill sergeant from her days at the police academy. 

"You?" - he asked the other woman, she shook her head.  He ​​grabbed her arm, put a gun to her head, dragged her to the middle of the room and threw her on the concrete.    

“Your answer is no?” - he asked her.

"Please don't. Please let me go," she said. She begged. Trina decided to do something, hoping to trick him with an empty shotgun.

“Get down!  NOW!  ON THE GROUND!” She stormed into the room, pointed a gun at him and screamed.

“Hey, hey, be quiet, be quiet”; - he said calmly, watching Trina take aim. - I'll put the gun away. - Let's all stay calm.

Trina watched in confusion as he slowly pointed the gun at the concrete. She walked in front of the naked women huddled in the corner, never taking her eyes off the tall man.

“Here.  See?  Now I think you should put yours in there too.  Because you and I both know it's empty," he said. - said the man. Trina looked at him carefully.

“I know who you got it from special treatment. ,” this mansaid.  “So please, put it down.”

Trina gulped when she felt two more nine millimeters come to rest on the back of her head.  Her eyes darted from side-to-side, seeing two more men in her peripheral vision. She cursed herself for rushing and not seeing them in another corner of the room.  Trina took a deep breath, slowly squatting down, setting the shotgun on the concrete, standing and kicking it away, behind her.  It landed a foot away from one of the women in the corner. She did this on purpose.

“Good, very good.  See?  It’s ok,” the man said walking toward a woman tied and bound by her wrists and feet, her mouth taped shut.  She was standing, the rope at the end of each limb held her up, arms stretched out.  She was essentially tied to the wall, her hand hanging low.

“Did you know a small percentage of men are victims of domestic violence?” he calmly asked Trina.  “I think it around 15 to 20 percent or so.”

He paused at the tied woman.  “I was a victim. Hard to believe isn’t it?   A big guy like me, who works out, getting slapped, kicked, hit, having things thrown at me by my girlfriend,” he caressed the woman’s face.

“Friends would say fight back; you could take her, or suggest I leave.  It was easier said than done.  I don’t want to go into it, but needless to say I learned of this place and felt freed by it. All the different rooms for all different types of women.  This one is for those that are especially violent at home, with their partners or children.   We will take that violence and use it against them.  We force them to fight one another or else they will be killed.”

Trina listened to the man explain his situation, as he lovingly caressed the bound woman’s face.  “I came on board immediately.  Of all the abducted women we’ve brought here, I got the boss man to abduct mine and asked specifically to oversee this room.  When we’re done here, she’ll be the only one left.”

He kissed her forehead.  “Remember that time you whacked me across my back with a frying pan?  That really hurt, sweetie.”

He reared back, balled his fist, and punched her as hard as he could in the stomach.  “It really did,” he calmly added.  “You called me a little bitch after you did it,” he chuckled. “Hoping to add insult to injury I suppose.”

He kneed her in the gut, then gave a quick right hook across her face.   He leaned in and whispered to her, “I think it’s time I use our uninvited guest to show you what I have in store for you later on.”

He stood tall, nodding to his associates behind Trina.  They kicked her in the back, sending her tumbling forward.  She was met with a right hook as well, this one landing on her cheek.  

Kneeling down, she felt her cut cheek throbbing, watching the man circle around her.  Trina acted fast, punching him in the gut when he reached for her.  It felt like punching a wall.   She squatted and gave him an uppercut, busting his mouth open.

“Ah!  That was pure luck,” he yelled, turning to his tied up girlfriend.  “I will fight back this time!  I will not be a victim to a woman anymore!”

Trina tackled him, punching him over and over, her fists raining down on him.  He was rolling from side-to-side, doing his best to block them.

He rolled onto his side, with Trina still straddling him and shielding herself with her left arm, and stood up. His size and strength allowed him to throw Trina off of him. He pounced on her, grabbed a handful of her hair and threw her to the ground.  Now he was on top and struck furiously.  

She blocked his attack as best she could, landing several powerful blows to her face. Her lips were parted, she could hear her nose cracking and breaking, her left eye was almost swollen shut. There was no fighting or dying!  ; Everyone will die!” - he shouted and beat her mercilessly.  

"Here!" He paused and turned to his captive girlfriend.  “I should have done that to you!”  He grabbed Trina by the hair once more, ready to deliver the final blow .  Shots rang out across the large room, ringing in everyone's ears. He let go of Trina's hair and climbed off her.

"What the hell!" - he cried. — One of the women in the corner hit her accomplices with a shotgun, another man been shot several times.  Trina’s gamble paid off.   One of the women shot the remaining man.

During this distraction, Trina crawled the overseer’s gun, grabbing it, quickly standing, pointing it at his head.   “Goodbye, little bitch,” she said.

He turned around, eyes widening, his last sight before a bullet entered his skull was Trina smirking and pulling the trigger.

 

Fraud

Trina collapsed to her knees, blood trailing down her cleavage, some dripping and landing on her white tank top.  On her boring patrol route none of the elderly folks ever assaulted her, she never had to sprint and chase a crazy old man down, never had to fight or exert herself.  Her nose dripping onto the concrete, her beaten and bloody face was new for her. She gathered her composure, ignored the pain, and helped one of the women untie the dead man’s girlfriend – or ex-girlfriend.  She watched them put their arms around her and leave.  

Trina checked how many rounds were left in the nine millimeter – six.  She watched the other women grab the two remaining weapons and lead the way out, hopefully to a full police force waiting outside, ready to storm the place.  

Trina turned left down the hall, after seeing the women disappear to the right.  “They’re leaving!” she heard a man yell as a door 20 feet ahead of her opened.  

She was too slow; the dazed state from her fight, dulling her speed and reflexes.  The man opened fire toward her.  Trina slammed into a door to her left, barging into another nearly pitch black room.  Landing on the floor, more pain coursed through her, taking her breath away.  

The low light from the hallway was obscured by a man, looking down at her, his body a silhouette.  Trina raised the gun as best she could and shot him in the chest.  She quickly stood, looking down to his lifeless body.  She slowly turned to her right shoulder, blood was pouring out of the bullet hole.   

Things started moving in slow motion.  Trina slowly turned around, facing the darkness in this new room behind her.  Her left rib and side, just under her left breast was met with a powerful blow from something dull and sharp at the same time.  

Time still crawling, gunfire in the distance echoing, Trina slowly looked down to see what looked to be a baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire stuck to her left side.  She watched it pull away from her body, ripping and tearing her tank top, blood oozing out of the wounds.  She looked forward, seeing the man who did it, the man who apparently oversaw this new room.

She watched him rear back, ready to swing at her head.  Trina raised the gun and shot him in between the eyes.  

She fell against the wall, sliding downward; a trail of blood from stab wounds was left behind her.  Trina sat on the floor, holding her left side with her trembling right hand.  

“Ok, so this is bad.  This is getting pretty bad. I’m in a lot of pain,” she said out loud to a silent room.   

“Never been shot before, and I’ve never been hit with a baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire.  Seems like Richie watched some kind of wrestling show that had that.  Anyway, um, here I am, sitting here, still alive, talking to myself.”

Trina looked around the room.  In the light from the hall, she saw nothing but blood, mangled bodies, presumably of the women brought here.  An arm nearest her had the word “liar” cut into it.  

“The cum bath was nice,” she continued, her breathing shallow.  “Well except for whatever was at the bottom of the tub.  It wasn’t a pleasant surprise.  But taking a bath in semen?   Fairly erotic in my opinion.  Any of you ladies agree?”

There was no response.  No whimpering in pain or breathing in the room – only the silence of death.  Trina couldn’t tell how many dead bodies were in there, but it appeared pieces of women were everywhere, strewn about the room.

"Birth."  It was hard.  It was worse than that.  But” Trina paused, not speaking to anyone alive, and thinking about her son.  “It was worth it,”

"Fine. Well, I'll continue. See if there are any women still living here," she said. - she said, wincing and standing up.

She took a few more deep breaths, each time it hurt, which indicated that she had broken ribs. Trina left the room and turned to her.left.  

Trina saw a man exit a door up ahead, to her right.  She opened fire and shot him.  She walked to the door, entered it, seeing a table, chairs, fast food trash and more men.  She fired her gun four more times, taking them by surprise, before they were able to attack her. One by one they fell dead.  She didn’t care. Trina felt nothing as she killed all of them in the room.  

She was out of ammo.  “Hey!  You ok?” Trina turned around seeing a nude woman from the previous room.  

“Hmm?  Yeah great,” she lied.  

“Good.  The police are on the way.  But more guys have shown up, they are trying to get in and take this place back,” the woman said, grabbing the weapons of the men.  “We’ll be ready for them.  We’re waiting in the lobby area.”

“Great,” Trina smiled, giving the woman a bloody thumbs up with her right hand.   She watched her leave.  “Hope I don’t need a weapon.”

Trina reached the end of the long hallway.  No more rooms to her left or right.  She was done.  She nodded and sighed a sigh of relief, it was time to leave.  Then she felt it.  

The wall was cold to the touch, almost pleasant against her wounds.  Trina looked over the wall and saw a lever, not a door knob like all the crudely constructed doors had.  She pulled the lever with her left hand, a cold blast of air exited – it was a freezer.

 

Treachery

The pain in Trina’s shoulder, ribs and stomach, back, face all seemed to wither away when she walked into the freezer.  It was huge, like ones found in grocery stores or certain restaurants. It was a walk-in freezer perfect for storing large quantities of meat.  

The reason for her temporary distraction from her pain was what she saw in the freezer. Trina counted four women, tied up, hanging, freezing, shivering in there.  Each one had a large letter T cut into their torso – starting above their breasts and going down in between them to their stomachs.

She approached one of the women, reaching to her face.  Suddenly the woman’s shivering stopped, her eyes unblinking.  

Trina looked to another woman.  She watched her look to her right, toward the back of the freezer, her head barely able to turn.  Trina went to untie the woman, but it was too late, by the time Trina reached her she had stopped shivering too, lifeless, frozen.  All of them were still and lifeless now.

Trina sighed, looking in the direction the woman was facing.  She saw another lever, perhaps an exit out of the freezer.  

The lever on this door was warm to the touch, not painfully hot, but the condensation on it told Trina something warm was behind the door.  When she opened it she heard a woman screaming.  The screams sounded somewhat familiar.  

“Here we go,” she paused, before quickly opening the door all the way, a blast of hot air hitting her.  

She saw a crude, makeshift fireplace behind a large steel table; a huge, roaring fire was behind two people.  The woman was on a table, tied, bound, screaming, while a man was on top of her, pinning her down pumping his hips back and forth, raping her.  

He was naked, save for some kind of black, bondage mask.  He wasn’t a huge man.  He wasn’t muscular or obese, just average shape and size.  He had a large knife to her throat. Both of them were soaking wet with sweat. The woman turned to Trina, fear in her eyes mixed with shock of who she was looking at.  

“Kelly!” Trina called out to her sister.   “Kelly!” Trina moved closer.

“Hold it, stop right there,” the man said, grabbing the knife, pointing at Kelly’s throat.  

“Andy, he must’ve found these people and had me,” Kelly tried to say, speaking of her ex-husband.

"Keep your mouth shut!" - said the man and stabbed the knife into her skin. - Yes, your ex found me. - He asked me to bring you here. - He asked me to punish you for your betrayal. , your betrayal of his love, your betrayal.”

The man turned to Trina. "I'm sure you've seen those ladies there." Did you know that people who sweat in the cold will almost certainly end up with hypothermia unless they find shelter? warmer?  Heh, here I'm sweating, I cut it open, and after a few minutes hypothermia sets in.”

"Yes I did see itwhat” - Trina answered and her eyes darted to her sister, the knife, the black face of a man with a leather mask.

“If you take one step closer, I’ll put a knife right in her throat,” she said. - he warned.  Trina wishes she had a gun, then this would all be over.

"Now I'm going to cut a T on it and then hang it there to freeze," he said. - said the man.

“No, wait, do it for me,” he said. Trina blurted out and Kelly's face showed even more shock. - Let her go, take care of it for me. - Please.

The man tightened his grip on the knife and turned to Trina.

"I cheated. I’m a fraud too,” he said. Trina nodded. Kelly shook her head and begged her not to do that.   “I was married once.  A few years ago I was in the police academy.  His name was T.J.   He was in the same class as me.  We became friends, one thing led to another.  My husband walked in.  TJ guided me from behind on our bed.   My husband left me and my son, and since this happened he hasn't had anything to do with us.”

“Trina”; Kelly begged.

“I deserve to be there in her place, please let me do it.” What you have done and created here is incredible. This is a place where women like me get caught and punished like we deserve.  There is a place for women who lie and sluts who sleep around,” Trina approached the man and noticed that he didn't try to stop her.

"There's a room for gold diggers who only care about money." Another room for those who don't care about their bodies, she said. She took a few more steps towards him.

"A space for those who physically attack their husbands and a space for overly dramatic women who throw tantrums."  What you've done here makes sense.  That's what we need," he said. Trina said, now just inches away from the man.   

“Please let her go.”   Let me take her place. All I ask is that after you cut me open, I can stay with you and continue to help you with the operation you are doing,” he said. Trina looked at Kelly and placed her hand on the man's shoulder.

“You’re a police officer,” he said. he said.

“Yes.  I know many women who could come here.  Prostitutes for the space of pleasure.   Maybe even drug addicts and alcoholics for the space of gluttony, right?    “This stuff destroys the body, just like overeating.”

Trina leaned in closer and whispered, "Please?" That's great, I want to be a part of it. “Let her go, perform your ritual on me and let me be by your side.”

"I guess it doesn't matter, if she leaves this room she'll be killed before she's halfway down the hall," she said. - said the man.

Thinking that none of his comrades were left, Trina continued with her ruse: "Exactly."

"Fine. I'll get satisfaction from killing a cop if I think you're acting suspiciously," he said. He backed away from Kelly. Trina noticed the same double, massive strap-on dildo around his waist around was pulled out by her sister.  

"Damn, that's great," he said. She thought to herself as she saw it up close.  Before he could untie Kelly, Trina fell onto her Knees and took the upper member, slowly licking and kissing the entire length before devouring the tip.   She ignored the fact that she was tasting her sister's pussy on him.  

Trina stood there and helped him untie Kelly. He ordered her.  

"Trina, please"; Kelly begged one last time.

"Trust me," he said. Trina whispered in her sister's ear as she quickly hugged her. She nodded her head.

Trina watched as Kelly entered the freezer, quickly crossing it as the door closed, leaving Trina alone with the creator of this torturous place.

Trina turned around, quickly ripped off her torn T-shirt and threw it across the room.  She took off her panties and tossed them aside.  She looked at the man carefully and hugged him. , jumped into his arms and straddled him.

Surprising him, he cupped her ass and supported her. She took off his fancy leather mask and looked at his face.  He looked normal; Bald, about 30 years old, about the same age as Trina, pleasant to look at. Trina wondered what woman or women had royally tricked him into building this hideous torture house. To continue her trick, she kissed him deeply, moaning as her tongue slipped into his mouth.

He was surprised but kissedleaned back and groaned too.  He threw her onto the table, the fire still roaring behind them.  He broke the kiss, stood up, and brought the tip of the bottom dildo to hers anus. &ldquo ; This will hurt.

"I know. I deserve it," he said. Trina said, trying her best to relax her butt, hoping her sphincter would stretch without much resistance or pain.

"Uhhh!!" She screamed, as he pushed it into her.  She thought about how worse it could have been.  Trina sat up, arched her back and lay still for him.  

She grabbed her breasts , caressing her nipples, waiting and watching as he pushed his foot-long cock into her ass. When he was finished, she calmed down and nodded her head at him.

Next came her pussy.  The man took the same sized top that was lying on her stomach, she bent it back and pointed it at Trina.|The sensations were completely different, even pleasant.  Trina had never had such a long and thick penis before–not from one person or a sex toy.  She felt her pussy lips stretch over him, inviting him to penetrate her depths, and moaned slightly as he landed on her cervix — as much as possible.

The man got to work. He slowly inserted and removed the double strap-on dildo into Trina's two access points. She had a hard time concentrating and remembering her plan, especially when he started moving faster.

“Ah!  Ah!” Trina moaned loudly with each stronger stroke.  She felt so full, so good.

“Concentrate, wait for the signal,” he said. - she said to herself, wrapping her legs around the man and reaching behind her back with her left hand to grab the edge of the table.  

"I, I'm cumming!" She screamed. Trina wasn't faking it either. The combination of those two huge cocks thrusting in and out of her combined with the visualization of her plan rose, took her over the edge.

The man grabbed her, stood up and started bouncing up and down on two penises.  “Yes!  Yes!” Trina screamed, the man staring into her face as she reached her climax.

He threw it back on the table, pulled it out, unbuckled his belt and began jerking it furiously in Trina's direction.

Trina was sweating profusely, moaning and looking at him on his back as she waited for him to release his load and grab the knife.

“Uhnn, ahh”; - he groaned and sprayed cum all over Trina's tight, flat stomach. The hot little stove in the room muffled any feeling of warm slime falling on her.

The out of breath man paused for a moment and gathered his strength. He turned around, bent down and grabbed the knife.

Trina spread her legs for him again and welcomed him.  “I lied to you,” He said, still holding his breath. “I will not let you come to me or help me with my project.”

He ran the tip of the knife across her chest, across her breasts.  “The fact that you are a police officer is even more reason not to trust you.  I will stab you and then hang you open up so you freeze to death.”

He stabbed the knife into her skin and a searing pain shot through Trina's body again. She gritted her teeth and slid it straight through her chest over her breasts, cutting off the top line of a capital "T." “I hope you like this hell I created. There are so many men in this country who have been hurt or betrayed by women. As rumors spread, they came to me asking for help. my project,”” He explained as he finished cutting into her body.

Just as he was about to draw a vertical T-line across her chest, between her breasts, Trina spoke.

“If this is hell,” he said. She gave him a quick left jab to the jaw, causing him to stumble back.  She moved her legs away from his waist, kicked him hard in the stomach, and took the knife from him.

“Then I’m a demon,” he said. Trina drove the knife hard into his neck, stabbed it and severed his carotid artery. She pulled it out, blood gushing out with every heartbeat, covering her face and body again. and again — The knife repeatedly penetrated his chest, shoulder and neck.  

He was a gurgling, bleeding mess, unable to speak, his vocal cords severed. Trina took one last look at him. She lowered the knife, plunged it into his eye socket and left it there.

She jumped back onto the table, pulled her legs back and kicked him as hard as she could, causing him to roll backwards and fall into the fireplace. Trina stood up from the table and watched as his body slowly caught fire. . He rolled downLogs on the ground, face down, back charred and burned, blood forming a puddle.  

“I lied too”; She said before limping out of the room.

 

rescue

The only sounds she heard as she walked back through the dimly lit hall were police sirens. They finally arrived.  

When she entered the lobby where she had woken up earlier in the evening, she saw no one. Through the glass window she could see red and blue lights. The only thing Trina could do was leave.

Special forces soldiers lined up in two rows on either side of the door. The sergeant whispered.  He ​​counted with his fingers and was about to open the door when it opened from the inside.  They pulled out their weapons, ready to fire, and watched as they moved opened slowly.

A woman appeared.  Her right shoulder and arm were bleeding profusely, she had several bleeding knife wounds on her left side, her face was beaten and bloody, she was limping, her back was covered in stab wounds and blood, and there was a long one horizontal cut, blood dripping from the nipples.

The men lowered their weapons.  One of them spoke.  ”Tr-Trina?”

She turned to the voice; The SWAT member took off his helmet.  “Oh, hey Mike,” she managed to smile. His mouth was open, he couldn't answer.

Trina looked around and saw ambulances and paramedics in the distance treating escaped victims. "Tell me, Mike, do you think there's another paramedic who can quickly examine me?" Trina fell to her knees. .

“Over here!  Now!  Move it!” - shouted the sergeant in the background.  Two paramedics rushed towards us, her sister Kelly followed them, wrapped Trina in a towel and helped her lie down.  

*

Trina woke up with a severe headache. Everything was blurry.  She heard a muffled, pleading and crying male voice somewhere in the room.   She slowly opened her eyes and recognized the voice.   ;  It was her son.

“Please wake up, I need you, mommy, please.” Her son cried, holding her hand and laying his head on the bed rail.

Trina didn't know how long she had slept. The light shone through the window, it looked like midday. The room became less blurry. Trina cleared her throat.

"Sorry for what?" - she said quietly.

"Mummy!" Richie wanted to hug her, but he didn't want to hurt her. Trina smiled, reached out her left hand and hugged him.

“I was here all night and I didn’t think you would wake up,” he said. - he shouted into her good shoulder.

"No, I'm fine. I must have dozed off for a while," he said. She joked. Most of her head was bandaged, her arm was bandaged and bandaged, she felt like she was covered in stitches and the IV administered medication to ease the pain.

Richie nodded, broke the hug and looked into her blue eyes. She stroked his face and looked at him.

The nurse interrupted her by entering the room, checked her vitals and brought her a tray of food. As she left, Richie helped her sit up.

"So, what do you regret?" Trina asked to eat a few bites of jelly.  

"Mummy"; - Richie began. "I saw you, that is, I looked at you until, um... he gulped and sighed, guilt overwhelming him.  “I was watching you and that guy, you know– “

“Have sex?” - Trina asked with a smile and put down her spoon.

“I'm so sorry.  I think the thought of losing you made me feel empowered.  Please, please forgive me.  I just– “

"Richie, stop!" Trina put her hand on his.  “I know you've been spying on me for the past few years.  If you've seen me in an intimate moment with a man and it left you scarred for life. Well, this is your punishment! She laughed, ignoring the dull ache in her ribs.

Richie giggled. “No, it didn’t scar me for life,” he said. He thought of her on all fours, ass in the air, moaning, grabbing the sheets and cumming again.  

“Okay.  It's okay then.  You were curious.  That reminds me that after this little test I went through, maybe this is a sign that you and I need to be closer.   Maybe if you have more female company, you won't feel the need to spy on naughty women?” his mother smiled.

"May be"; Richie hung his head.

“Hold me again,” she said. Trinaextended her arm.   “You’re gonna have to take care of me for a while.  Sorry if that ruins your summer.”

“It won’t,” Richie closed his eyes, hugging his mother as carefully as possible.

*

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Policewomen: Trina’s Inferno

Aug 11, 2015, 8:56 AM

From Ryan Piechota

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Author’s Note:  This is my first attempt at Erotic Horror.  When I think of erotic horror, this is what came to mind.  This is based on Dante’s Inferno.  If you’ve ever read that then you’ll recognize similarities.   In this story, Dante is a tough warrior; a policewoman named Trina.  She fights, kills, and even fucks her way through this madhouse.  There is blood, there is gore, there is violence – all human-on-human trauma (no monsters, ghosts, etc).  There are influences from the first Die Hard movie.  That’s actually the vibe I was feeling most when writing this.  There’s maybe a little bit of Saw in there too.  

I have no issue with men or women, no hidden agendas.  I wanted to write a story where a woman is the hero and saves the day.  That’s it.  

Also, as in most of my stories, there’s a hint of a slight incestuous vibe.  It serves to set up a sequel for Trina and her son.

 

Policewomen:  Trina’s Inferno

The sun was rising over South Beach, Miami. It was Trina’s day off and she was finishing her morning jog.  Pausing to watch the sunrise, she thought about the day ahead of her.  

She’d spend the next few hours in the gym, focusing on her back and arms, giving her legs and glutes a rest.  After that, she was going to call Mike to check in and see if any SWAT positions were open.  He was friendly, giving Trina pointers here and there regarding fitness and various other exercises that may help her in the intensive SWAT team application process.  

Trina loved her job, but wanted more excitement.  Her patrol route mostly consisted of retirement communities not far from the beach.  It was quite boring for her, but she did her best, befriending many of the elderly folks on her route.  

After her workout, she jogged home.  Her son, Richie was in the kitchen eating breakfast.  “Hi there,” Trina said, entering the kitchen, heading to the refrigerator.   

“Hey,” he shyly said, watching his mother bend over, looking for her preferred brand of bottled water.  He stared at her long legs, her toned butt covered by tiny black shorts.  He watched her stand, sweat trailing down her exposed mid-drift as she drank from the bottle.  Richie almost gasped when his mother turned to face him, revealing her toned stomach, her tiny, work out tank top sticking to her skin.

“Ahhh,” she finished the bottle, wiping her mouth.  “You still going to your friend’s house tonight?” 

“Mmhmm,” Richie lied.

“Great.  Want to come to the shooting range with me?” Trina asked, knowing the answer.

"No".

"Fine. I'm going to shower and go," she said. She kissed her son on the head. He watched her walk down the hallway with her mouth open and sighed as she entered her bedroom.

Trina's heart crashed the wall: "Yes, yes." - she whispered, rubbing her clit furiously.    It had been a few weeks since he was last in Miami. Trina met him at a charity event where she was as He ran a half marathon, then they talked and exchanged phone numbers. "They've been texting and staying in touch ever since and had this little date.

It had been almost a year , ever since Trina had received sexual attention from someone other than herself. She couldn't wait to rip her boyfriend's clothes off, get on her knees, and suck and slobber on his beautiful cock. .  &rdquo ;Mmmm," she moaned, a little louder than she wanted. 

"Ulysses," she whispered his name just before her orgasm hit her. Her body tensed in her soul, she tried her best to stay still.

Richie stood in front of the bathroom door, his ear pressed against it, listening to his mother. As she turned off the shower, he left the room, making sure to leave her bedroom door open just enough He made him see her naked body As soon as his beautiful mother has sex, he will stop. Deep down he knew it was a lie.

After an hour at the shooting range, Trina called her sister Kelly, who was also a police officer. Trina was often jealous of Kelly. She patrolled closer to the city center and was rarely bored.

On the way home, Trina sat at a traffic light and chatted with Kelly. She smiled.

"Please?" Kelly begged.

"No. He’s my little secret friend,” he said. Trina joked.

"Fine. Tell me at least a little bit about how things are going tonight," he said. - Kelly said.

"Of course.  If you have something to tell."

"Well, after what you've said so far "It sounds like it would be easy for both of you to go somewhere and go home to have a nice evening of naughty fun," she said. - Kelly said.

"Maybe!"

“Uh.  Whatever.  And how is Richie anyway?  Is he still spying on you?” – Kelly asked her nephew.

Trina sighed.   «I think so.  I have my suspicions.  Maybe it's just a phase.”

“Looks like it's more than just a phase.  He ​​is 18.  I could imagine a 14, 15 or even 16 year old doing this for fun or curiosity, but at 18?   "I thought he would focus on it, to go to college or move away,” he said. Kelly argued.

"Yeah, well, maybe," Trina said, not entirely comfortable talking about it.

“Did you say something to him?”

"No. Too complicated. I decided I need to spend more time with him. I just don't know when and how yet.

"Yeah.  Anyway, I better get ready for my shift. Maybe I'll catch whoever's been robbing these seed banks lately," she said. - Kelly said.

“Huh, I forgot about that.”

“Yes, all the sperm banks in Miami are wiped out,” Kelly said, “No pun intended.”

Trina giggled. “I wonder what they do with it?”

"I have no idea. But we think it's a guy and it's an inside job."

"Crazy"; Trina sighed.  

They ended the conversation and Trina returned home. She smiled and thought about her evening again. She looked at her long caramel hair in the mirror and her blue eyes smiled at her. "It's going to be a great evening."

*

A few hours later, Trina came through her front door, hugged Ulysses and kissed him hungrily .  They had a wonderful dinner and decided to skip the movie and go back to Trina.   

She closed the door without removing her lips from his and led him down the hall to hers Bedroom. Richie waited there, his car parked a block away, in the shadow of Trina's closet.    "The slightly open door gave him a clear view of what was happening."  

Richie's cock straightened up and he saw his mother positioning Odysseus at the foot of her bed. She took off his shirt, revealing his muscular figure.    She rose to her knees and kissed his chest, his stomach area. and tugged at his cargo shorts.

Trina moaned loudly and knocked Ulysses over. Boxers, a cock as magnificent as she imagined burst free. She immediately took him into her mouth, her head moving back and forth on him. A moment later she stood up, eager to take him in, and pushed Ulysses back onto her bed.  She stood in front of him and took off her top, bra, and shorts.  Richie's mouth dropped open on He saw that she wasn't wearing any underwear.   

Jealousy almost overwhelmed him, but Richie stayed calm, reminding himself that she was an adult, that she was alone and that she could do whatever she wanted. Plus, it would be terrible if she caught him doing what he did hid there.  ;

He watched as his mother straddled the man, climbing on top of him and straddling him. She grabbed the base of his cock and guided it inside her. "Yes!" – she exclaimed, throwing her head back and admiring the feeling.  

Richie then watched as his mother fucked Ulysses. Bouncing up and down and impaling herself on his cock over and over again.  “Yes!  Yes!  Yes!” She cried every time she landed on him.  Richie almost came in his pants watching her climax.

Ulysses turned around and Trina rolled onto her back. Richie listened to the sounds of their kisses and watched as he flexed his muscular ass while gyrating his hips fucked her back.  Trina grabbed his back, running her fingers down, her legs crossed behind his back.  She climaxed again, then there was a brief pause - the calm before the storm .

Richie thought it was all over. Everything has just begun.

An hour later, Trina was on all fours, Ulysses behind her, running his hands down her back, now sweaty from intercourse, and pounding her. She ordered, he obeyed.  He grabbed her long hair, pulled her head back, Trina came again.

Richie almost lost control again when he saw the look of orgasmic pleasure on his mother's face.

Ulysses pulled out, pressed Trina against his stomach, grabbed her hips and brought her ass to his face. “Ahh!  Damn!” Trina screamed as she felt Odysseus' tongue swirling around her puckered hole. Her back tingled and she went limp. Ulysses sat there enjoying her ass and licking her pussy from time to time.

Another hour passed and they were still at it. Richie couldn't believe it.   “Yes!  Yes!” Trina gritted her teeth and looked at Ulysses. face, straddling him while he sat on the bed and doing everything in his power to make this man cum.

He nodded his head, letting her know he was ready - finally.  Sweaty and tired, Trina jumped off his cock and lay down next to him. Richie could see her jerking Ulysses off and around his seed begged come out.   She pressed her mouth to him. , moaned and felt his balls tighten.  Ulysses exploded in her mouth as he lay on the bed when he came. Trina drank every last drop of his cum, sucking and licking his cock.    She wiped her mouth and smiled, snuggling against Ulysses. Hand.  

Richie watched as she slowly moved her hands up and down Ulysses. body, and a few moments later she was still — fell asleep.  He came out of his hiding place, looked at his mother's naked body and felt guilty for taking it.  “That was the last time I spied on her .   I was ready. ,” He thought to himself before getting out and walking to his car.

That morning, Trina and Ulysses had sex in the shower.  She said goodbye to her boyfriend and suggested that they go back to sleep when he was free.  He liked the idea and kissed the naked one Woman saying goodbye. Front door.

Trina called her sister Kelly and received her voicemail.  She took a nap and then went to day shift.  

*

As Trina sat in her patrol car, she called Kelly again, but there was no answer (it was to herself).  She wasn't wearing a bra with her uniform.  Her breasts weren't huge, but they were tight The vest and clothing seemed even more uncomfortable when a sports bra was added.    “It didn’t matter, no one could tell.”

Trina straightened her ponytail, put her hat back on and went to talk to the elderly resident.  She visited them often, spending more time with the elderly, listening to their stories and asking them questions.  ;  If she couldn't catch anyone driving 10 miles over the 25 mile limit, Trina didn't care.  It helped her get through a boring shift and lifted the residents' spirits.

After Trina’s “lunch break”; At 8 p.m., in the middle of her shift, she got a call to go to a loud party at the house of one of the few young families who lived nearby.  My parents were out of town.

She stopped the loud music and ordered the children to leave; They listened and didn't cause her any problems.  As she stood at the door of her car, watching the few remaining teenagers drive off to find something to do on a Saturday night, Trina was hit in the head by something very hard .

 

hover

Trina woke up with a severe headache. Everything was a blur.  She heard a muffled male voice in the room, followed by a female squeak.  Then nothing.  

Her right temple was throbbing.  As she saw the blurry figure move away from her, she touched the sore spot; it felt warm.  Trina saw redness on the tips of her middle and ring fingers.   ;Wipe. In her eyes, hoping that her vision would clear up, she saw more redness on her hands.  Whatever hit her before, it left a noticeable cut on her head.    ;She wiped herself off as much blood as possible on her face with a tank top.  

She could see what she was wearing.  Nothing.  Her uniform, her weapons, everything was taken.  All she had left was her white tank topBoy's top and white shorts, panties.

Then she saw the others.  All over the room, in the lobby or something like a waiting room, there were women lying on the floor.  Most were naked, some were in their underwear, all were beaten, covered in blood, barely conscious .  

She heard someone approaching. She quickly lay down and pretended to be unconscious. She opened one eye and saw a large man with a shotgun enter the room. The woman stood up. He begged, begged to be released, hitting her hard with the barrel and knocking her unconscious.  Trina watched as he leaned down and read something on the woman's neck.  

The man grabbed the woman by her hair and dragged her toward a door at the back of the room with the shotgun over his shoulder. He tapped it several times.

The other man replied, “Your back.” The big man handed the woman over to his accomplice.

Trina watched as he walked toward the other woman, turning his head to the side and reading her collar.  All the women had collars - all except Trina.   

She wondered why she didn't have one, she wondered what was on the collar, she waited and watched.

The man read another collar.  The woman came to life, punched, punched the man, he pushed her to the ground, pointed the shotgun at her head.  “Yes,” - he said. - You won't hit anyone here.

He quickly turned the handle of the shotgun and hit the woman in the temple, knocking her unconscious. “He hit me with that.” Trina thought.

“Go to the arena,” he said. - said the man, pulled the woman by the hair and knocked on the door again.   His partner answered and led the woman away.

Trina closed her eyes and played possum again. She heard his heavy footsteps approaching. "Oh yeah. “You,” he grumbled. “I didn’t do it to you,” he said. - he said and knelt in front of her.

He grabbed Trina by her hair and turned her head from side to side.  He ran his thumb over her plump lips and moaned as he touched her.  “Where should I send you ?” he asked.

The man let go of Trina, stood up and looked at the door. She saw that his legs were pointing away from her. Now she had a chance.

She swung her knee and kicked the man's legs out from under him.  He landed with a loud thud and lost control of the shotgun.  Trina jumped up, lunged at him, and punched him several times . face, temple, knocked him unconscious after several violent blows.

She grabbed his shotgun. Now she had a gun.

She opened the entrance to the room, looked outside at the empty parking lot and saw no one.   It appeared to be the entrance to some sort of large warehouse.  Lobby and reception area. The area reminded her of a hardware store – empty and deserted. Trina wasn't sure. She saw the harbor nearby and the smell of water in the night air. She saw other abandoned buildings nearby.   

Inside, Trina had no way of contacting anyone; The search for the man was unsuccessful: no cell phone, no walkie-talkie, nothing.

She sighed as she saw the woman moving in her peripheral vision.  Trina walked towards her and helped the woman, who was only wearing a bra, to her feet.  “Go.  ; Go away.   ;  Find help.”

She nodded in response to Trina's instructions. Trina said, grabbing the woman by the collar and reading it.

“Heretic?” Trina read it out loud.  

"What kind of place is this?"

“Just go.  Hurry up, go!”

Trina hoped someone would see the beaten, nearly naked woman and get help as quickly as possible. However, Trina had no intention of leaving. She went inside, to this warehouse.

She left the entrance open and read a few more collars on her way to the back door of the lobby.

"Fury"; "Cheater"; "Liar"; "greedy"; — There were different words on the collars.

The slightly overweight woman moved, Trina helped her. The collar said “Gluttony.”

She knocked on the door where the big man had knocked before, stepped aside and waited for someone to open it.   As soon as someone did, she appeared from the side and jabbed the shorter man in the face with the butt of her gun. She pushed him to the ground and hit him several times with her weapon. When she saw that he was unconscious, she went in past the tabledimly lit hallway.  

From here she could hear screaming in the distance.

 

 

desire

Trina jumped when she heard a gunshot at the other end of the corridor - another a moment later as she approached the door to her left. As she peered through the dimly lit corridor, she saw or heard nothing else, only the time light bulb hanging on her at the time. The walls, doors, everything looked crude and cheaply built.

She took a deep breath and paused before continuing when she heard that. A loud crash was heard behind the door she was leaning against. She heard it again, followed by a whimper. ;As she put her ear to the door, she heard moans, grunts, and the sound of skin touching skin.  

With her hand on the doorknob, Trina slowly turned around and the unlocked door swung open. an orange glow.  The glow flickered as if the light source was fire.

Trina ducked into the room and quietly closed the door behind her.  She looked around and was shocked at what she saw.

As she ducked into a corner obscured by shadows, she saw several more women tied in a row against the wall. Trina also saw a heavy, naked man with some kind of leather belt around his waist.   He pushed his hips against the helpless woman, their bodies colliding together in the soft glow of the light source.  

Trina looked down and saw what looked like a large vat or bathtub with what appeared to be several Bunsen burners underneath.  The pipes for the gas that fed the flame were connected to a small gas tank nearby.    

The man who apparently raped the woman withdrew from her. Two large strap-on dildos slipped out of her. In the dim light, Trina could see that the dildos were monstrous - perhaps a foot long. Red marks could be seen on their backs.   

The man tied her up again and easily overpowered the exhausted prisoner.  “Which of you bathes?” - he asked mockingly, grabbing a whip from a table near the wall.

Track!  Trina winced as she watched him whip one of the helpless, bound women.  The man hit her again, randomly, not caring which woman he hit.   ; 

“Whores.   All of you.  Which one of you will be fleeced?  Hmm?” - he asked, approaching the vat and putting the whip on his shoulder. He took some kind of container with him. Trina watched as he poured the contents into the tub.

"The?" – Trina asked herself. - That can't be.

The liquid seemed white and creamy, and then a smell filled the air.  Trina shook her head in the dark corner, knowing that the man had dumped a huge amount of stolen sperm into the bathtub.   The Bunsen burner must have kept it warm so that it didn't dry out.   

“Here you go, your favorite liquid, ladies. How many of you want to take a nice, warm cum bath?” he asked.

Trina stood up, walked towards him and pointed the shotgun at him.  ”Hello,” She said.

He turned to the right as Trina pulled the trigger. - she said.  The gun was empty.  

The whip struck her wrist, causing the weapon to drop. The second strike of the whip hit her waist and gripped her body lightly. He pulled her towards him, surprising her with his speed.

Sliding slowly to the bottom of the tub, Trina remained calm. She knew and hoped that if this substance was stolen from sperm banks, it must be healthy, not diseased.  She liked to drink it straight from the source, and the thought of a sperm bath just couldn't excite her.   

The slight smile of pleasure as the warm cum coated her body quickly ended as she felt a sharp, stabbing pain in her back, ass, and legs. She reached the bottom of the tub only to feel the back of the tub. Her body was confronted with strategically placed sharp objects.  A cum bath shouldn't be fun.  

Trina sat up, growled in pain, climbed out of the bathtub and landed on the cool concrete floor.  

“Not so nice.  Was that, bitch?” - the man said to Trina, who was still writhing in pain and bleeding.from her shoulder blades, her back, her buttocks, and the backs of her thighs.  She began crawling through the pool of cum and blood in search of the shotgun, hoping to use it as a blunt energy weapon instead of a normal weapon . Purpose.  

The perpetrator with the double dildo threw it out of reach. Trina thought quickly as the man walked up to her and threw his cum covered hand at his face. Several huge balls landed on her, one luckily landing in his eye. He dropped the whip to wipe his face and Trina rushed to join him.

The whip was difficult to handle due to her slippery hands, but she was able to wrap it around his neck and throw him to the ground. She climbed on top of him, placed the whip over herself and pulled. He choked him with all his might. He reached for her face. Trina gritted her teeth and used all her strength to choke him with her own whip.

Finally it froze with a gurgle and then fell silent. Trina got off him, out of breath and with aching arms, and looked around at the tied women.  

She untied everyone and everyone thanked her. The last woman stopped, smiled and slowly licked Trina's shocked face, smiling as she swallowed the cum collected by her tongue.

Trina watched them leave, then looked at her hand. She shrugged and licked her right forearm.    “Okay, that’s enough, I need to concentrate.”

She grabbed the empty shotgun and continued walking, leaving a trail of cum and blood behind her.

 

gluttony

Trina heard another gunshot in the distance, further down the hall.  As she stopped at the next door, she heard something different, something disturbing.  

She slowly opened the door, crouched down, peered into another dark room and went in. Locate the location. As she looked around the room, she saw another naked man leaning over a bound woman and vomiting on her, and a small lamp glowed in the corner behind him.  

"Ugh.  Well, that's disgusting," he said. - Trina thought, shaking the image from her head. As she looked around the room, she saw other women, all similar in one way - they were all a little morbidly overweight. Then she saw the body, the source of blood, on the floor next to the lamp.

She could barely make out the mutilated, mutilated remains of a man. There was a pile of material next to the body. The woman looked as if she had been skinned alive.  

Trina heard the man in the room twitch again, ready to vomit on the next woman again. She stood behind him, raised the shotgun in the air and brought it down with all her might on the man strap-on like the man in the previous room.

“What is that?  Is that her uniform?” she asked herself as she quickly helped the women in the room and ordered them to leave.  

Trina heard another noise, a whimpering whisper. It came from a mutilated body. The woman was still alive. Trina knelt next to her.

“He, cut,” the woman tried to say. Trina lowered her head, her ear just above the woman's mouth.

“He cut…” the woman snorted: “Fat.”

Trina looked at the pile of bloody material next to the woman. She nodded, understanding what had been done to this poor woman. When Trina looked at her again, she was still standing there with her eyes half closed.   Trina closed them completely and left the room.

 

Greed

There was a man using the toilet in the side hallway. Whoever built this hellish place made sure the water pipes were running. The only light above him illuminated the small bathroom. He stood up without looking at his face in the mirror above the sink, he saw movement behind him. It was too late.

His forehead hit the mirror, shattering it.  She quickly washed her face and hands in the sink, running water through her long hair.  

"Uh"; She winced, splashed the half-dried cum from her hands onto the wall, and washed them again.  She dried herself with some paper towels lying around.  

The cum had dried on her body, but her hands and face were dryclear.   Blood was still running down her back and legs and dripping onto the tile floor.  She turned to look at her bloody back in the mirror, she couldn't tell if she had stitches had to be or not.  The back of her tank top and panties were red.  She shook her head.  Trina searched the man, found nothing, closed the bathroom door and continued walking.

She crept back down the main hallway, the door to her right opened, a man appeared, she hit him on the head, grabbed him and pulled his unconscious body to the side, trying to be as quiet as possible.   ;Trina entered As she left the room, another man approached her. She ducked and aimed the shotgun at his knee and then at his head several times after he landed on the ground. Trina looked around this new room.

There seemed to be some kind of blacksmith shop in the corner. It glowed with hot light, illuminating the room. Trina again saw several naked women, beaten, tied with their backs to the wall.   A woman struggled to get up and cried in pain.  Trina moved closer to her and observed the source of her pain.

Bloody, burned skin covered her bottom and back. Trina leaned forward, the smell of burnt flesh filling her nose; She saw dollar signs burned into the woman's skin.  She untied the woman's wrists and helped her to the ground.  

"Move"; the woman whispered.  Trina quickly looked behind her, just in time to throw her arms up to catch a blow from a man carrying a red-hot branding iron that was being used on the woman.  She tried her hand Best keep it away from her face.

He was stronger than Trina.  She had to escape and rolled on the ground to avoid his punches.  One landed on her thigh, Trina kept rolling and moving to avoid his attacks, her leg hurt biting .   

Rolling back to where the shotgun was, she grabbed it and used it to block his attack, the hot iron inches from her nose. She kicked him in the knee and swung her leg, knocking the man to the ground. for a hot iron.  The man grabbed her ankle and pulled her away from him.  He climbed on top of her, held her and hit her on the head.

Then he stopped.  He fell lifeless.  The woman who had saved Trina held the brand in her hand and struggled to get up.  Trina stood up and took it her: “Thank you,” he said; - she said.  “Let's help the others here,”

They untied the rest of the women and everyone helped each other.

Trina watched them walk down the corridor, the iron in her hands. She had a new weapon that was easier to carry and swing.

 

anger

Limping slightly, her thigh throbbing, she walked slowly down the corridor and approached another door to her right. When she pressed her ear to it, she heard muffled feminine noises. The door opened and she stormed towards it. The man came out, folded up a multi-tool, most likely a Leatherman, and put it in his pocket. In his other hand he had a rope.  Trina hit him as she hit the back of his head with all her might with a branding iron. 

As she walked through the door, all she saw was darkness.  The room was completely dark.  Muffled murmurs told her that someone was there, tied up and with their mouth taped shut.  

Taking advantage of what little light there was in the hallway, Trina held onto the wall in case someone else was there and might attack her.  

She felt a naked body. It was squirming, trying to free itself from something. She ran her hand down the woman's stomach, touched her breast, and found her mouth in the darkness.   "Her mouth was taped shut." "This is going to hurt, I'm so sorry," she said. Trina whispered to the woman and ripped the tape from her mouth.

"Get me out of here! I'm going to kill her!" She screamed.

"Quiet!" - Trina convinced her. - “Someone will hear you. “I’m getting you out of here,” Trina said. She added, kneeling down, feeling for the rope, pulling a knife from the tool to saw it off, then doing the same to the woman's wrists.

“There are several of us here. They tied us up and closed the door to leave us here alone.”

“I’ll come to everyone, but you all have to be quiet,” he said. - said Trina, raising her voice slightly so that the other women tied up in the dark could hear. Their muffled voices calmed down.

“We will do it,” said another freed prisoner. Her fists were clenched. “We will kill any of them we see on the way out.”

Trina liberated every woman and felt their community.Anger filled the room. Being silenced, imprisoned, tied up and left alone in the dark was obviously her punishment for her temper.

Trina led them out and continued walking.  She heard some of them screaming at the wounded man who was standing closer to the entrance and whom Trina had previously knocked out.  He woke up. She was grateful that the women attacked him as he left, knocking the man unconscious again. She cursed herself for not tying him up, but she had nothing to do with it.

Not wanting to make that mistake again, she tied the man's wrists and feet to the door.  She bent his legs and arms back and tied his wrists to his ankles. 

 

heresy

Trina continued down the corridor and came to another door to her left.  She listened to it - nothing.  She opened it quickly, ducked to the side, looked in and saw no one.  It wasn't completely dark; There was a small desk with a lamp in the corner. But there were other things in the room.

Trina saw large rectangular objects, five of them, lining the walls.  They were coffins.   Her eyes widened, she kept looking back, and she quickly moved to the next one and opened it.     ; “There was a woman, naked, beaten, tied up, with her mouth taped shut.” Trina quickly let go of her.

“Thank you!  Thank you!” - the woman exclaimed, barely above a whisper.   “They said we didn't believe them,”

“You didn't believe who?” - Trina asked, helping another woman out of the coffin.  

“Our men.  We were kidnapped, beaten and brought here.  They said we were guilty because we didn't believe our men loved us and didn't realize how good it was for us . “

“Quickly go into the corridor.”  Help her,” she said. Trina said as she handed another woman to the first woman she freed.

Trina watched them walk down the hallway, wincing in pain as she inhaled too deeply. She had to move on. The applause surprised her.

She heard a man's voice, followed by several women cheering and egging someone on. As we walked down the corridor the noises grew louder. She could recognize what they were shouting.

“Fight!  Fight!  Fight!” several people sang.

 

Violence

Trina listened to the door where she heard singing. From what she could tell, the room seemed huge, and the chants echoed off the walls. Then she heard a gunshot and then silence.  “I need that shotgun,” he said. - she whispered. 

She found an empty gun, thinking she could use it to trick someone into thinking it was loaded, probably like the idiot who knocked her out, and returned to the large room. As she slowly opened the door, she saw a very well lit room.  

Trina looked inside.  It looked more like a warehouse than a makeshift hallway with dimly lit rooms.  She wondered why whoever had converted this abandoned building for his own twisted needs, this place would leave in peace.    Trina soon realized why.

It was used as a fighting arena.  She saw several bodies lying scattered around.  She saw a man dragging away the last victim.

“This is what happens when you refuse to fight. Fight or die! - said the man.  He ​​had a nine-millimeter pistol.  “Who is next?”

"You?" He pointed the gun at one of the women cowering in the corner. She stood up and nodded.  “Okay!  That's a fighter.  Who will fight her? ?  Fight or die” - he said, looking around the room in search of another woman, his first rival.  

The man was huge and muscular, wearing a tight t-shirt, cargo pants, and boots.  He reminded Trina of a drill sergeant from her days at the police academy. 

"You?" - he asked the other woman, she shook her head.  He ​​grabbed her arm, put a gun to her head, dragged her to the middle of the room and threw her on the concrete.    

“Your answer is no?” - he asked her.

"Please don't. Please let me go," she said. She begged. Trina decided to do something, hoping to trick him with an empty shotgun.

“Get down!  NOW!  ; ON THE FLOOR!” She stormed into the room, pointed a gun at him and screamed.

"Hey, hey, be quiet, be quiet"; - he said calmly, watching Trina take aim. - Me I'll put the gun down. - Let's all stay calm.

Trina watched in confusion as he slowly pointed the gun at the concrete. She walked in front of the naked women huddled in the corner, never taking her eyes off the big man .|“There.  See?  Now, I think you should put yours down too.  Because you and I both know it’s empty,” the man said.  Trina glared at him.

“I know who you took it from.  He loves that shotgun.  He keeps it empty though.  We want all the women we bring here to live long enough to experience their special treatment,” the man said.  “So please, put it down.”

Trina gulped when she felt two more nine millimeters come to rest on the back of her head.  Her eyes darted from side-to-side, seeing two more men in her peripheral vision. She cursed herself for rushing and not seeing them in another corner of the room.  Trina took a deep breath, slowly squatting down, setting the shotgun on the concrete, standing and kicking it away, behind her.  It landed a foot away from one of the women in the corner. She did this on purpose.

“Good, very good.  See?  It’s ok,” the man said walking toward a woman tied and bound by her wrists and feet, her mouth taped shut.  She was standing, the rope at the end of each limb held her up, arms stretched out.  She was essentially tied to the wall, her hand hanging low.

“Did you know a small percentage of men are victims of domestic violence?” he calmly asked Trina.  “I think it around 15 to 20 percent or so.”

He paused at the tied woman.  “I was a victim. Hard to believe isn’t it?   A big guy like me, who works out, getting slapped, kicked, hit, having things thrown at me by my girlfriend,” he caressed the woman’s face.

“Friends would say fight back; you could take her, or suggest I leave.  It was easier said than done.  I don’t want to go into it, but needless to say I learned of this place and felt freed by it. All the different rooms for all different types of women.  This one is for those that are especially violent at home, with their partners or children.   We will take that violence and use it against them.  We force them to fight one another or else they will be killed.”

Trina listened to the man explain his situation, as he lovingly caressed the bound woman’s face.  “I came on board immediately.  Of all the abducted women we’ve brought here, I got the boss man to abduct mine and asked specifically to oversee this room.  When we’re done here, she’ll be the only one left.”

He kissed her forehead.  “Remember that time you whacked me across my back with a frying pan?  That really hurt, sweetie.”

He reared back, balled his fist, and punched her as hard as he could in the stomach.  “It really did,” he calmly added.  “You called me a little bitch after you did it,” he chuckled. “Hoping to add insult to injury I suppose.”

He kneed her in the gut, then gave a quick right hook across her face.   He leaned in and whispered to her, “I think it’s time I use our uninvited guest to show you what I have in store for you later on.”

He stood tall, nodding to his associates behind Trina.  They kicked her in the back, sending her tumbling forward.  She was met with a right hook as well, this one landing on her cheek.  

Kneeling down, she felt her cut cheek throbbing, watching the man circle around her.  Trina acted fast, punching him in the gut when he reached for her.  It felt like punching a wall.   She squatted and gave him an uppercut, busting his mouth open.

“Ah!  It was pure luck,” he said. - he shouted, turning to his tied up girlfriend.  ”This time I will resist!  I will no longer be a woman's victim!”

Trina grabbed him, punched him again and again and rained her fists down on him. He rolled from side to side, trying his best to fight her off.

He rolled onto his side, with Trina still straddling him and shielding herself with her left arm, and stood up. His size and strength allowed him to throw Trina off of him. He pounced on her, grabbed a handful of her hair and threw her to the ground.  Now he was on top and struck furiously.  

She blocked his attack as best she could, landing several powerful blows to her face. Her lips were parted, she could hear her nose cracking and breaking, her left eye was almost swollen shut. There was no fighting or dying!  ; Everyone will die!” - he shouted and beat her mercilessly.  

"Here!" He paused and turned to his captive girlfriend.  ”ThatWhat should I have done to you!”  He grabbed Trina by the hair again, ready to deliver the final blow.  Gunshots rang out in the large room, ringing in everyone’s ears.  ;  He let go of Trina's hair and pulled away from her.

"What the hell!" - he cried. - One of the women from the corner hit her accomplices with a shotgun, the other man was shot several times.  Trina The bet was justified.   One of the women shot the remaining man.

During this distraction, Trina crawled to the overseer's gun, grabbed it, quickly stood up, and pointed it at his head. She said.

He turned around with wide eyes. His last sight before the bullet entered his skull was of Trina grinning and pulling the trigger.

 

Fraud

Trina fell to her knees, blood running down her cleavage, some dripping and falling onto her white tank top. She had never been attacked by elderly people on her boring patrol route, she had never had to run and chase after a crazy old man. The man fell, she never had to fight or strain.  Her nose dripped onto the concrete, her beaten and bloody face was new to her. She gathered her composure, ignored the pain, and helped untie one of the women itself. The dead man's girlfriend - or ex-girlfriend.  She saw them hug her and leave.  

Trina checked how many bullets were left in the nine millimeter pistol - six.  She watched as the other women grabbed the two remaining guns and headed for the exit, hoping that outside a full police force was waiting, ready to attack the place.  

Trina walked left down the hallway and saw the women disappear to the right. “They're leaving!” She heard a man scream as a door opened 20 feet in front of her.  

She was too slow; a dazed state from the fight, weakening her speed and reflexes. As she lay on the ground, the pain pierced her even more, causing her to lose her breath.  

The dim light from the hallway was obscured by a man looking down at her, his body a silhouette. Trina raised the gun as best she could and shot him in the chest. She quickly stood up and looked at his lifeless body. She slowly turned to her right shoulder as blood flowed from the bullet hole ;  

Everything started moving in slow motion.  Trina slowly turned around and looked at the darkness in this new room behind her.  Her left rib and side, just below her left breast, were struck by a powerful blow something blunt. and spicy at the same time.  

As time passed and gunfire rang out in the distance, Trina slowly looked down and saw what looked like a baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire stuck to her left side. T-shirt, blood oozing from the wounds.  She looked forward and saw the man who had done this, the man who was obviously taking care of this new room.

She watched as he took a step back, ready to hit her on the head. Trina raised the gun and shot him between the eyes.  

She fell onto the wall and slid down; Behind her was a bloody trail of knife wounds.  Trina sat on the floor, holding her left side with her shaking right hand.   

“Okay, that’s bad. Things are getting really bad. I’m in a lot of pain,” she said. - she said loudly in a quiet room.   

"I've never been shot, and I've never been hit with a baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire." Looks like Richie saw some kind of wrestling show where that happened. I'm sitting here, still alive, talking to myself."

Trina looked around the room. In the light of the hallway she saw nothing but blood, mutilated bodies, probably women brought here. The word “liar” was written on the hand closest to her. cut it.  

“The cum bath was good,” she said. - she continued, breathing shallowly.  “Well, except for what was at the bottom of the bathtub.  It was an unpleasant surprise.  But taking a bath with sperm?  ;  ;  ;Pretty erotic in my opinion.  Do any of you ladies agree?”

No reaction.  No whimpering in pain, no breathing in the room– just the silence of death. Trina couldn't tell how many bodies there were, but it seemed like there were female parts scattered all over the room.

“Birth.”  It was hard.  It was worse thanthis.  But,” Trina paused, talking to no one alive, thinking of her son.  “It was worth it.”

“Alright.  Well, I’m going to keep going.  See if there’s any other women alive in here,” she said, grimacing as she stood.

She took a few more deep breaths, each one hurt, assuming her ribs might be cracked. Trina exited the room, turning to her left.  

Trina saw a man exit a door up ahead, to her right.  She opened fire and shot him.  She walked to the door, entered it, seeing a table, chairs, fast food trash and more men.  She fired her gun four more times, taking them by surprise, before they were able to attack her. One by one they fell dead.  She didn’t care. Trina felt nothing as she killed all of them in the room.  

She was out of ammo.  “Hey!  You ok?” Trina turned around seeing a nude woman from the previous room.  

“Hmm?  Yeah great,” she lied.  

“Good.  The police are on the way.  But more guys have shown up, they are trying to get in and take this place back,” the woman said, grabbing the weapons of the men.  “We’ll be ready for them.  We’re waiting in the lobby area.”

“Great,” Trina smiled, giving the woman a bloody thumbs up with her right hand.   She watched her leave.  “Hope I don’t need a weapon.”

Trina reached the end of the long hallway.  No more rooms to her left or right.  She was done.  She nodded and sighed a sigh of relief, it was time to leave.  Then she felt it.  

The wall was cold to the touch, almost pleasant against her wounds.  Trina looked over the wall and saw a lever, not a door knob like all the crudely constructed doors had.  She pulled the lever with her left hand, a cold blast of air exited – it was a freezer.

 

Treachery

The pain in Trina’s shoulder, ribs and stomach, back, face all seemed to wither away when she walked into the freezer.  It was huge, like ones found in grocery stores or certain restaurants. It was a walk-in freezer perfect for storing large quantities of meat.  

The reason for her temporary distraction from her pain was what she saw in the freezer. Trina counted four women, tied up, hanging, freezing, shivering in there.  Each one had a large letter T cut into their torso – starting above their breasts and going down in between them to their stomachs.

She approached one of the women, reaching to her face.  Suddenly the woman’s shivering stopped, her eyes unblinking.  

Trina looked to another woman.  She watched her look to her right, toward the back of the freezer, her head barely able to turn.  Trina went to untie the woman, but it was too late, by the time Trina reached her she had stopped shivering too, lifeless, frozen.  All of them were still and lifeless now.

Trina sighed, looking in the direction the woman was facing.  She saw another lever, perhaps an exit out of the freezer.  

The lever on this door was warm to the touch, not painfully hot, but the condensation on it told Trina something warm was behind the door.  When she opened it she heard a woman screaming.  The screams sounded somewhat familiar.  

“Here we go,” she paused, before quickly opening the door all the way, a blast of hot air hitting her.  

She saw a crude, makeshift fireplace behind a large steel table; a huge, roaring fire was behind two people.  The woman was on a table, tied, bound, screaming, while a man was on top of her, pinning her down pumping his hips back and forth, raping her.  

He was naked, save for some kind of black, bondage mask.  He wasn’t a huge man.  He wasn’t muscular or obese, just average shape and size.  He had a large knife to her throat. Both of them were soaking wet with sweat. The woman turned to Trina, fear in her eyes mixed with shock of who she was looking at.  

“Kelly!” Trina called out to her sister.   “Kelly!” Trina moved closer.

“Wait, stop here,” he said. - said the man, grabbing the knife and pointing at Kelly's throat.  

“Andy, he must have found those people and got me,” he said. Kelly tried to say this when talking about her ex-husband.

"Keep your mouth shut!" - Said the man and pressed the knife to her skinBetrayal, your betrayal of his love, your betrayal.”

The man turned to Trina. "I'm sure you've seen those ladies there." Did you know that people who sweat in the cold will almost certainly end up with hypothermia unless they find shelter? warmer?  Heh, here I'm sweating, I cut it open, and after a few minutes hypothermia sets in.”

“Yes, I saw it,” he said. - Trina answered and her eyes darted to her sister, the knife, the black face of a man with a leather mask.

“If you take one step closer, I’ll put a knife right in her throat,” she said. - he warned.  Trina wishes she had a gun, then this would all be over.

"Now I'm going to cut a T on it and then hang it there to freeze," he said. - said the man.

“No, wait, do it for me,” he said. Trina blurted out and Kelly's face showed even more shock. - Let her go, take care of it for me. - Please.

The man tightened his grip on the knife and turned to Trina.

"I cheated. I’m a fraud too,” he said. Trina nodded. Kelly shook her head and begged her not to do that.   “I was married once.  A few years ago I was in the police academy.  His name was T.J.   He was in the same class as me.  We became friends, one thing led to another.  My husband walked in.  TJ guided me from behind on our bed.   My husband left me and my son, and since this happened he hasn't had anything to do with us.”

“Trina”; Kelly begged.

“I deserve to be there in her place, please let me do it.” What you have done and created here is incredible. This is a place where women like me get caught and punished like we deserve.  There is a place for women who lie and sluts who sleep around,” Trina approached the man and noticed that he didn't try to stop her.

"There's a room for gold diggers who only care about money." Another room for those who don't care about their bodies, she said. She took a few more steps towards him.

"A space for those who physically attack their husbands and a space for overly dramatic women who throw tantrums."  What you've done here makes sense.  That's what we need," he said. Trina said, now just inches away from the man.   

“Please let her go.”   Let me take her place. All I ask is that after you cut me open, I can stay with you and continue to help you with the operation you are doing,” he said. Trina looked at Kelly and placed her hand on the man's shoulder.

“You’re a police officer,” he said. he said.

“Yes.  I know many women who could come here.  Prostitutes for the space of pleasure.   Maybe even drug addicts and alcoholics for the space of gluttony, right?    “This stuff destroys the body, just like overeating.”

Trina leaned in closer and whispered, "Please?" That's great, I want to be a part of it. “Let her go, perform your ritual on me and let me be by your side.”

"I guess it doesn't matter, if she leaves this room she'll be killed before she's halfway down the hall," she said. - said the man.

Thinking that none of his comrades were left, Trina continued with her ruse: "Exactly."

"Fine. I'll get satisfaction from killing a cop if I think you're acting suspiciously," he said. He backed away from Kelly. Trina noticed the same double, massive strap-on dildo around his waist around was pulled out by her sister.  

"Damn, that's great," he said. She thought to herself as she saw it up close.  Before he could untie Kelly, Trina fell onto her Knees and took the upper member, slowly licking and kissing the entire length before devouring the tip.   She ignored the fact that she was tasting her sister's pussy on him.  

Trina stood there and helped him untie Kelly. He ordered her.  

"Trina, please"; Kelly begged one last time.

"Trust me," he said. Trina whispered in her sister's ear as she quickly hugged her. She nodded her head.

Trina watched as Kelly entered the freezer, quickly crossing it as the door closed, leaving Trina alone with the creator of this torturous place.

Trina turned around, quickly ripped off her torn T-shirt and threw it across the room.  She took off her panties and tossed them aside.  She looked at the man carefully and hugged him. , jumped into his arms and straddled him.

Surprising him, he cupped her ass and supported her.  She took it offa fancy leather mask stared him in the face.  He looked normal; Bald, about 30 years old, about the same age as Trina, pleasant to look at. Trina wondered what woman or women had royally tricked him into building this hideous torture house. To continue her trick, she kissed him deeply, moaning as her tongue slipped into his mouth.

He was surprised, but returned the kiss with a moan. anus. ”This will hurt”

"I know. I deserve it," he said. Trina said, trying her best to relax her butt, hoping her sphincter would stretch without much resistance or pain.

"Uhhh!!" She screamed, as he pushed it into her.  She thought about how worse it could have been.  Trina sat up, arched her back and lay still for him.  

She grabbed her breasts , caressing her nipples, waiting and watching as he pushed his foot-long cock into her ass. When he was finished, she calmed down and nodded her head at him.

Next came her pussy.  The man took the same sized top that was lying on her stomach, she bent it back and pointed it at Trina.|The sensations were completely different, even pleasant.  Trina had never had such a long and thick penis before–not from one person or a sex toy.  She felt her pussy lips stretch over him, inviting him to penetrate her depths, and moaned slightly as he landed on her cervix — as much as possible.

The man got to work. He slowly inserted and removed the double strap-on dildo into Trina's two access points. She had a hard time concentrating and remembering her plan, especially when he started moving faster.

“Ah!  Ah!” Trina moaned loudly with each stronger stroke.  She felt so full, so good.

“Concentrate, wait for the signal,” he said. - she said to herself, wrapping her legs around the man and reaching behind her back with her left hand to grab the edge of the table.  

"I, I'm cumming!" She screamed. Trina wasn't faking it either. The combination of those two huge cocks thrusting in and out of her combined with the visualization of her plan rose, took her over the edge.

The man grabbed her, stood up and started bouncing up and down on two penises.  “Yes!  Yes!” Trina screamed, the man staring into her face as she reached her climax.

He threw it back on the table, pulled it out, unbuckled his belt and began jerking it furiously in Trina's direction.

Trina was sweating profusely, moaning and looking at him on his back as she waited for him to release his load and grab the knife.

“Uhnn, ahh”; - he groaned and sprayed cum all over Trina's tight, flat stomach. The hot little stove in the room muffled any feeling of warm slime falling on her.

The out of breath man paused for a moment and gathered his strength. He turned around, bent down and grabbed the knife.

Trina spread her legs for him again and welcomed him.  “I lied to you,” He said, still holding his breath. “I will not let you come to me or help me with my project.”

He ran the tip of the knife across her chest, across her breasts.  “The fact that you are a police officer is even more reason not to trust you.  I will stab you and then hang you open up so you freeze to death.”

He stabbed the knife into her skin and a searing pain shot through Trina's body again. She gritted her teeth and slid it straight through her chest over her breasts, cutting off the top line of a capital "T." “I hope you like this hell I created. There are so many men in this country who have been hurt or betrayed by women. As rumors spread, they came to me asking for help. my project,”” He explained as he finished cutting into her body.

Just as he was about to draw a vertical T-line across her chest, between her breasts, Trina spoke.

“If this is hell,” he said. She gave him a quick left jab to the jaw, causing him to stumble back.  She moved her legs away from his waist, kicked him hard in the stomach, and took the knife from him.

“Then I’m a demon,” he said. Trina drove the knife hard into his neck, stabbed it and severed his carotid artery. She pulled it out, blood gushing out with every heartbeat, covering her face and body again. and again — The knife repeatedly penetrated his chest, shoulder and neck.  

He was a gurgling, bleeding mess, incapable of thisAs he spoke, his vocal cords were severed. Trina took one last look at him. She lowered the knife, plunged it into his eye socket, and left it there.

She jumped back onto the table, pulled her legs back and kicked him as hard as she could, causing him to roll backwards and fall into the fireplace. Trina stood up from the table and watched as his body slowly caught fire. . He rolled face down from the logs onto the ground, his back charred and burned, and his blood forming a puddle.  

“I lied too”; She said before limping out of the room.

 

rescue

The only sounds she heard as she walked back through the dimly lit hall were police sirens. They finally arrived.  

When she entered the lobby where she had woken up earlier in the evening, she saw no one. Through the glass window she could see red and blue lights. The only thing Trina could do was leave.

Special forces soldiers lined up in two rows on either side of the door. The sergeant whispered.  He ​​counted with his fingers and was about to open the door when it opened from the inside.  They pulled out their weapons, ready to fire, and watched as they moved opened slowly.

A woman appeared.  Her right shoulder and arm were bleeding profusely, she had several bleeding knife wounds on her left side, her face was beaten and bloody, she was limping, her back was covered in stab wounds and blood, and there was a long one horizontal cut, blood dripping from the nipples.

The men lowered their weapons.  One of them spoke.  ”Tr-Trina?”

She turned to the voice; The SWAT member took off his helmet.  “Oh, hey Mike,” she managed to smile. His mouth was open, he couldn't answer.

Trina looked around and saw ambulances and paramedics in the distance treating escaped victims. "Tell me, Mike, do you think there's another paramedic who can quickly examine me?" Trina fell to her knees. .

“Over here!  Now!  Move it!” - shouted the sergeant in the background.  Two paramedics rushed towards us, her sister Kelly followed them, wrapped Trina in a towel and helped her lie down.  

*

Trina woke up with a severe headache. Everything was blurry.  She heard a muffled, pleading and crying male voice somewhere in the room.   She slowly opened her eyes and recognized the voice.   ;  It was her son.

“Please wake up, I need you, mommy, please.” Her son cried, holding her hand and laying his head on the bed rail.

Trina didn't know how long she had slept. The light shone through the window, it looked like midday. The room became less blurry. Trina cleared her throat.

"Sorry for what?" - she said quietly.

"Mummy!" Richie wanted to hug her, but he didn't want to hurt her. Trina smiled, reached out her left hand and hugged him.

“I was here all night and I didn’t think you would wake up,” he said. - he shouted into her good shoulder.

"No, I'm fine. I must have dozed off for a while," he said. She joked. Most of her head was bandaged, her arm was bandaged and bandaged, she felt like she was covered in stitches and the IV administered medication to ease the pain.

Richie nodded, broke the hug and looked into her blue eyes. She stroked his face and looked at him.

The nurse interrupted her by entering the room, checking her vitals, and bringing her a tray of food. As she walked, Richie helped her sit up.

"So, what do you regret?" Trina asked to eat a few bites of jelly.  

"Mummy"; - Richie began. "I saw you, that is, I looked at you until, um... he gulped and sighed, guilt overwhelming him.  “I was watching you and that guy, you know– “

“Have sex?” - Trina asked with a smile and put down her spoon.

“I'm so sorry.  I think the thought of losing you made me feel empowered.  Please, please forgive me.  I just– “

"Richie, stop!" Trina put her hand on his.  “I know you've been spying on me for the past few years.  If you've seen me in an intimate moment with a man and it left you scarred for life. Well, this is your punishment! She laughed, ignoring the dull ache in her ribs.

Richie giggled. “No, it didn’t scar me for life,” he said. He thought of her on all fours, ass in the air, moaning, grabbing the sheets and cumming again.   |“Okay.  It's okay then.  You were curious.  That reminds me that after this little test I went through, maybe this is a sign that you and I need to be closer.   Maybe if you have more female company, you won't feel the need to spy on naughty women?” his mother smiled.

"May be"; Richie hung his head.

“Hold me again,” she said. Trina held out her hand.  “You're going to have to look after me for a while.  I'm sorry if this ruins your summer.”

“That won’t happen,” he said. Richie closed his eyes and hugged his mother as gently as possible.

*

A few weeks later, Trina looked at the scar on her chest. “Not bad,” - She said. She buttoned her robe and waited for Richie.

It was a long day of testimony in court. Kelly testified that day and recounted her ordeal and her sister's heroism. Kelly's ex was arrested in connection with his involvement, many men had done it.  

"Hello!" He smiled as he entered his mother's bathroom.  “Did you want to see me?”

"Yes. I was hoping to take a bath.

"Oh yes of course"; Richie turned on the bath water, checked the temperature and got some soapy bath mix for his mother.

"How is it?" He asked her to test the warm water.

“Perfect,” she replied. He smiled and turned to leave.

“Richie, wait.”

"Huh?  I wanted to give you some privacy."

Trina paused for a moment. “Maybe you could stay?   Keep me company?”

“Uh, I don’t know if that’s a good idea. I mean, I — “  

"Richie," Trina unbuttoned her robe, letting it fall to her feet and standing naked in front of him. Now closer.”

Richie nodded slowly and looked at his mother's naked body, still in great shape. She held out her hand. He took her and helped her into the hot water.

“That’s it, great”; She smiled.

Richie sat next to the bathtub and looked at her shoulder: “The scars aren’t that bad. Looks better than I thought.

“Mmmm”; Trina smiled, closed her eyes and enjoyed the water and the company.

She slowly opened her eyes and looked into his eyes. They smiled softly at each other. Trina reached out and placed her hand on her son's.

End.

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There will be a sequel, an incest story with Trina and her son.   I'm thinking a fight for survival in the forest, being chased by bad guys, maybe an explosion or two, and her and her son ending up together. |***********************

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