1. Policewomen 2: Trina and Son


    Date: 10/5/2015, Categories: Fiction, Authoritarian, Bestiality, Blowjob, Bondage and restriction, Coercion, Consensual Sex, Cruelty, Cum Swallowing, Death, Drug, Extreme, Hardcore, Horror, Incest, Males / Female, Rape, Teen Male / Female, Torture, Violence, Water Sports/Pissing, Author: tw_holt, Rating: 83.7, Source: sexstories.com

    heard a loud, screaming sound, coming from above. She looked up to the night sky seeing a human-shaped fireball traveling across the compound, toward the garage. It was Roger. He landed on a skylight on the roof, bursting into the gasoline covered interior, causing it to explode. “Well, Roger,” Trina said, her and the two men rising to their feet. “That’s one way to get fired.” Trina gave the man to her left a look, followed by the one to her right. They grimaced and shook their heads. Trina shrugged. She saw one of the men draw his gun, she ducked, he fired, shooting the man across from him dead. Trina swept his legs, causing him to trip. She pounced on top, punching him several times until he was unconscious. She had no time to catch her breath. The huge, muscular man emerged from the exploded meth lab on fire, a grin on his face. He rushed toward Trina. “Ugh. Let me guess, you guys make and sell PCP here too?” She asked him. She shot him several times, emptying the gun, most of the bullets landing in his chest, the final one in his head. He collapsed in front of Trina, still on fire. Another explosion came from behind Trina, she ducked, fiery debris falling all around her, catching a nearby, gas-covered building on fire. The weapon shack exploded and it wasn’t done. The grenades were next. It was like a fireworks show that kept going and going. Trina remained hidden behind the truck. She was able to watch all the buildings she made a path of oil to, light up, catching on ...
    fire from explosions, then exploding themselves. She saw armed men, in a panic, exiting the mansion, only to be taken out by a fireball, or other explosion. She didn’t even need the small blow torch to light the oil paths. Trina was in a war zone that she herself created, but she wasn’t done yet. When the final explosions subsided, she stood, reaching into the truck, grabbing more grenades from the box in the passenger side seat. She unpinned them and tossed them to the other trucks, ducking as they exploded. One final task remained. She got in the truck, the keys left in the ignition, started it and backed up towards the exit. Trina got out, got the rocket launcher, and loaded it with a single rocket. “Point and pull the trigger. Hopefully this will work,” she said. She fired the rocket toward the mansion, a good 200 feet away. It hit near the front door, off to the side a bit, a few men being taken out by the blast. Trina got back in the truck, floored the gas pedal and headed straight towards the stairs leading to the front door. She waited until she was near the front steps of the mansion, grabbed a grenade from the box, unpinned it and tossed it to the floor. She opened the driver’s side door and fell out of the truck, rolling on the dirt. She watched the truck careen up the stairs and bust through the front door, exploding, sending a huge fireball through the roof into the sky. Trina started running towards the exit of the compound, more grenades going off in the mansion ...
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