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

    dozed off for awhile,” she joked. Most of her head was wrapped up in bandages, her arm wrapped and in a sling, she felt like she was covered in stitches, the IV unit delivering medication, taking the edge off the pain. Richie nodded, ending the hug, staring into her blue eyes. She caressed his face, staring back at his. The nurse interrupted them, entering the room, checking her vitals, bringing her a tray of food. When she left, Richie helped her sit up. “So what are you sorry for?” Trina asked taking a few bites of jello. “Mom,” Richie began. “I saw you, I mean I looked at you while, um,” he gulped and sighed, guilt overcoming him. “I watched you and that guy, you know – “ “Have sex?” Trina asked, smiling, putting the spoon down. “I’m so sorry. I guess the thought of losing you made feel like confessing. Please, please forgive me. I just – “ “Richie, stop,” Trina placed her hand on his. “I know you’ve been peeking in on me for the past few years. If you saw me with a man in an intimate moment and it scarred you for life, well that’s your punishment!” she laughed, ignoring the dull pain in her ribs. Richie chuckled. “No, it didn’t scar me for life,” he thought about her on all fours, her butt in the air, moaning, grabbing the sheets, cumming again. “Good. Then no harm done. You were curious. Which reminds me, after this little ordeal I’ve been through, maybe it’s a sign that you and I need to be closer. Perhaps if you have more female interaction you won’t feel the need to ...
    spy on ladies being naughty?” his mother smiled. “Maybe,” Richie hung his head low. “Give me another hug,” Trina extended 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. * Several weeks later, Trina was examining the scar across her chest. “Not bad,” she said. She closed her bathrobe and waited for Richie. It had been a long day testifying in court. Kelly had taken the stand that day, telling of her ordeal, of her sister’s heroics. Kelly’s ex had been arrested in his involvement, many men had. “Hey,” he smiled, entering his mother’s bathroom. “You wanted to see me?” “Yes. I was hoping to take a bath.” “Oh, yes of course,” Richie turned on the bath water, testing the temperature, getting some soapy bubble bath mix for his mother. “How’s that?” he asked her to test the warm water. “Perfect,” she answered. He smiled and turned to leave. “Richie, wait.” “Huh? I was going to give you some privacy.” Trina paused 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 undid her robe letting it fall to her feet, standing nude before him. “It’s fine. You’ve seen this before. Plus, we’re closer now.” Richie slowly nodded, glancing over his mother’s nude body, still in great shape. She extended her hand. He took it, assisting her into the hot water. “There we go, perfect,” she smiled. Richie sat by ...