1. Policewomen: Trina's Inferno


    Date: 8/11/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Bondage and restriction, Cruelty, Death, Extreme, Horror, Male Domination, Murder, Non-consensual sex, Rape, Snuff, Torture, Violence, Voyeurism, Author: tw_holt, Rating: 82.4, Source: sexstories.com

    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. “Nah.” “Alrighty. I’m going to grab a shower then head out,” She kissed her son on the top of his head. He watched her walk down the hallway, mouth hanging open, sighing when she retreated to her bedroom. In the shower, Trina slammed herself against the wall, “Yes, yes,” she whispered, furiously rubbing her clit. Tonight she had the house to herself. A friend would be joining her. She couldn’t wait to see him, to fuck him. It’d been several weeks since he was in Miami last, Trina meeting him at a charity event she did security for. ...
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