4 comments/ 25152 views/ 37 favorites Policewomen: Trina's Inferno By: tw_holt Author's Note: This is my second attempt at this story. The first attempt was an Erotic Horror story that was rejected by the site. This story is similar except there's drugged induced consent and pleasure involved, not human-on-human torture and trauma. The main character still beats the crap out of bad guys (though she doesn't kill any like in my first version). This lighter version also serves to set up a mom/son incest sequel. Edited by: TIGERSMAN 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. He was running in the half-marathon, they spoke afterward, exchanged numbers. They've texted and kept in touch since, arranging this little date night. It's been nearly a year since Trina got any sexual attention from someone other than herself. She couldn't wait to rip off her friend's clothes, go to her knees and suck and slobber all over his glorious cock. "Mmmm," she moaned, a little louder than she wanted. "Ulysses," she whispered his name, right before an orgasm overtook her. Her body tensed up in the shower, she struggled to keep quiet. Richie was outside the bathroom door, his ear pressed against it, listening to his mother. When she cut off the shower, he left the room, careful to leave her bedroom door cracked just enough to afford him a view of her naked body. He'd been doing this for years, perfecting his spying techniques. Lately though, guilt had been catching up to him. He vowed that after tonight, after watching his beautiful mother have sex, he would stop. Deep down he knew that was a lie. After an hour at the shooting range, Trina called her sister, Kelly, who was also a police officer. Trina was often envious of Kelly. She patrolled closer to downtown and was rarely bored. Sitting at a stop light, on her way home, Trina chatted with Kelly. "I'm not telling you any more about him. Sorry," she smiled. "Please?" Kelly pleaded. "Nope. He's my little secret friend," Trina joked. "Fine. At least tell me a little how it goes tonight," Kelly said. "Sure. If there's anything to tell." "Well from what you've said so far, it sounds like it's a no brainer that you two will go out, and go home for a nice evening of naughty fun," Kelly said. "Probably!" "Ugh. Whatever. Anyway how is Richie? Still spying on you?" Kelly asked of her nephew. Trina sighed. "I think so. I have my suspicions. Maybe it's just a phase." "Seems like more than just a phase. He's 18. I could see a 14, 15, or even 16 year old doing it for giggles or curiosity, but at 18? I figured he'd focus on leaving for college or moving out," Kelly reasoned. "Yes, well, maybe," Trina said, not totally comfortable talking about it. "Have you said anything to him?" "No. Too awkward. I figured I need to spend more time with him. Just not sure when or how yet." "Yep. Anyway, I better get ready for my shift. Maybe I'll catch whoever is robbing these sperm banks lately," Kelly said. "Hah, I forgot about that." "Yep, all the sperm banks in Miami, wiped clean," Kelly said. "No pun intended." Trina chuckled. "I wonder what they are doing with it?" "No idea. But we think it's a guy and it's an inside job." "Weirdos," Trina sighed. They ended their call, Trina arrived home. She smiled thinking about her evening again. She checked her long caramel colored hair in the mirror, her blue eyes smiling back at her. "It's going to be a great night." * Several hours later, Trina backed into her front door, arms around Ulysses, kissing him hungrily. They had a wonderful dinner, opting to skip the movie and head back to Trina's. Closing the door, never taking her mouth off his, she guided him down the hall to her bedroom. Richie had been waiting there, his car parked a block away, in the shadows of Trina's closet. He had a perfect view of the action through the cracked door. Richie's cock getting erect, he watched his mother position Ulysses at the foot of her bed. She removed his shirt, revealing his muscular frame. Going to her knees, she kissed down his chest, over his abs, and tugged at his cargo shorts. Trina moaned loudly after pulling down Ulysses' boxers, a cock as glorious as she imagined sprung free. She immediately took it to her mouth, her head bobbing and weaving back and forth on it. After a moment she stood, in a hurry to get it inside her, and pushed Ulysses back on her bed. She stood before him, removing her top, her bra and shorts. Richie's mouth dropped when he saw she was wearing no underwear. Jealousy nearly overtook him, but Richie remained calm, reminding himself that she's a grown-up, she's single, she can do what she wants. Plus if she caught him hiding there, it would be horrible. He watched his mother mount this man, climbing on top of him, straddling him. She grabbed the base of his cock, guiding it inside her. "Yes!" she exclaimed, throwing her head back, loving the full feeling. Then Richie watched his mother fuck Ulysses. Bouncing up and down, impaling herself over and over again on his cock. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" she cried each time she landed on him. Richie almost came in his pants watching her climax. Ulysses rolled over, Trina going to her back. Richie listened to their kissing sounds, watching him flex his muscular ass, rolling his hips as he fucked her in return. Trina grasped at his back, raking her fingers downward, her feet locked behind him. She climaxed again, then there was a brief pause - a calm before the storm. Richie thought it was over. It had only just begun. An hour later, Trina was on all fours, Ulysses behind her, running his hands up and down her back, now sweaty from their sex, pummeling her. "Harder!" she ordered, he obliged. He gripped her long hair, pulling her head back, Trina cumming again. Richie almost lost it again when he saw the look of orgasmic pleasure on his mother's face. Ulysses pulled out, pushed Trina to her belly, grabbed her hips, bringing her ass to his face. "Ahh! Shit!" Trina cried out, feeling Ulysses tongue swirl all around her puckered hole. Her spine tingling, she went limp, Ulysses sitting back, feasting upon her butt, occasionally lapping at her pussy. Another hour passed, they were still going at it. Richie couldn't believe it. "Yes! Yes!" Trina grit her teeth, staring into Ulysses' face, straddling him while he sat on the bed, doing all she could to make this man cum. He nodded his head, letting her know he was ready - finally. A sweaty and tired Trina hopped off his cock and lay next to him. Richie had a perfect view of her jacking Ulysses, begging his seed to come out. She enclosed her mouth on him, moaning, feeling his balls tense up. Ulysses erupted in her mouth, lying back on the bed as he came. Trina drank every last drop of his cum, sucking and licking his cock clean. She wiped her mouth, smiling as she curled up into Ulysses' arm. Richie watched her slowly run her hands up and down Ulysses' body, and after several moments, she was still - asleep. He exited his hiding place, staring at his mother's naked body, guilt over taking him. "This was the last time I spy on her. I'm done," he thought to himself, before he snuck out to walk to his car. Trina and Ulysses had sex in the shower that morning. She said goodbye to her friend, suggesting they could hook up again if he's free. He liked that idea, kissing the nude woman goodbye at her front door. Trina called her sister, Kelly, getting her voicemail. She took a nap and later left for her afternoon shift. * Sitting in her patrol car, Trina called Kelly again, no answer. She sighed, shrugged and got out of the car. She adjusted her bulletproof vest, not that she had any need to wear one on her route. She didn't wear a bra with her uniform. Her breasts weren't huge, but the tight vest and clothing was more uncomfortable when a sports bra was thrown into the mix. It didn't really matter, no one could tell. Trina adjusted her pony tail, putting her hat back on and went to talk with an elderly resident. She often visited them, spending more time with the older senior citizens, listening to them tell stories and asking them questions. If she missed catching someone going 10 miles over the 25 mile per hour limit, Trina didn't care. It helped her get through a boring shift and lifted the spirits of the residents. After Trina's "lunch break" at 8pm, halfway through her shift, she got a call to stop by a rowdy party at the house of one of the few younger families that lived nearby. The parents were out of town. She put a stop to the loud music, telling the kids to disperse; they listened and gave her no problems. Standing at the door of her car, watching a few of the remaining teenagers drive off to find something else to do on a Saturday night, Trina was struck on the side of the head by something very hard. * Trina woke up with a splitting headache. Everything was blurry. She heard a muffled male voice in the room, followed by a female moan. Then nothing. Her right temple was throbbing. Seeing a blurry shape move away from her, she touched the sore spot, it was warm to the touch. Trina saw red on her middle and ring fingertips. Wiping her eyes, hoping her vision would regain its sharpness, she saw more red on her hands. Whatever hit her earlier, made a sizable gash on the side of her head. She wiped as much blood off her face as possible using her tank top. In the process she was able to see what she had on. It was nothing. Her uniform, weapons, everything was taken. All she was left with was her white tank top, and white, boy shorts panties. Then she saw the others. The entire room, a lobby or waiting room of sorts, had women lying on the floor. Most were nude, a few had on underwear, all were touching themselves, moaning with pleasure. She heard someone coming. She quickly lay down, pretending to be knocked out. With one eye cracked open, she saw a large man carrying a briefcase. A woman rose up, her hands crawling over his pants, trying to tear them off. Trina watched him bend down, reading something around the woman's neck. The man grabbed the woman by her blonde hair, bending her over, opening the briefcase. He took out a syringe and injected a clear liquid into the flesh of her butt cheek. She told him thank you, moaning. The man went to a door in the back of the room. He banged on it a few times. Another man answered, "To the basement," the large man handed the woman over to his associate. With Trina's blurry vision, she could barely make out something familiar about the woman, but wasn't sure. Trina watched him move to another woman, turning her head to the side, reading her collar. All the women had collars - all except Trina. She wondered why she didn't have a one, she wondered what was on the collar, she waited and watched. The man read another collar. The woman sprung to life, grabbing, kissing the man, he pushed her down, pinning her head to the floor with his large hand. "Yeah," he said. "You'll love it here." The woman seemed possessed. She lunged at the man again when he walked to another woman. He quickly grabbed a baseball bat by the door, knocking the woman to the ground. "That's what he hit me with," Trina thought. "To the arena you go," the man said, pulling the woman by her hair, knocking on the door once more. His associate answered, taking the woman away. Trina closed her eyes, playing possum again. She heard his heavy footsteps get closer. "Oh yeah. You," he grunted. "Didn't put one on you. You were the cop at the wrong place at the wrong time. " he said, kneeling before her. He grabbed Trina by the hair, turning her head from side to side. He ran his thumb over her full lips, moaning as he touched her. "Where should I send you?" he asked. The man released Trina and stood, looking back towards the door. She saw his feet facing away from her. Now was her chance. She swung her knee around, sweeping the man's feet from under him. He landed with a loud thud, losing his grip on the baseball bat. Trina hopped up, pounced on him, and repeatedly punched his face, temple, knocking him out after several hard blows. She grabbed his bat. She had a weapon now. Peeking outside a window, Trina saw she was eight stories up. She saw the Miami skyline in the distance. Taking in her surroundings, the room she was in appeared to be a lobby. Everything was clean, but old looking. She wondered if it was a hotel, perhaps one that was recently renovated. Trina had no way to contact anyone; searching the man proved fruitless, no cell phone, no walkie-talkie, nothing. She sighed, seeing a woman stir in her peripheral vision. Trina went to her side, helping the woman, only wearing a bra, to her feet. "Go. Leave. Find help." The woman smiled, shaking her head "no." Trina said, grabbing the woman's collar, reading it. "Heretic?" Trina read it out loud. "What is this place?" "Leave. Hurry, go!" Trina hoped the women in this room would leave, but none of them moved. She watched a couple of them make out, another couple slowly grinding their pussies against one another. "What the hell?" Trina wasn't leaving though. She was heading in, venturing into this building, hoping to make it to bottom floor and save anyone she could, even if they didn't want to be saved. Leaving the entrance open, she read several more collars on her way to the back door of the lobby area. "Anger," "cheater," "liar," "greedy," were the various words scribbled on the collars. A slightly overweight woman stirred, Trina helping her. Her collar said "gluttony." Trina showed her the exit, telling her to follow Trina. The woman refused. Her face glazed over. Knocking on the door the large man knocked on earlier, stepping to the side, she waited for someone to open it. Once someone did, she appeared from the side, butting a smaller man in the face with the baseball bat, breaking his nose. She pushed him to the ground, whacking him several times with her weapon. Seeing he was out cold, she moved along past a desk into a low lit hallway towards an elevator. ** In the elevator, Trina noticed something. She had a small puncture wound on her right wrist. Rubbing it, she wondered if she was injected with something. Then she felt it. Dizziness, disorientation, and something else - something wonderful. Her legs were weak. Her pussy was dripping wet, soaking her underwear. "What the - " The elevator door opened. She fell onto the carpeted hallway, the overwhelming urge to have sex flooding her mind and body. She glanced at the baseball bat, licking her lips. She shook her head, gathered her thoughts and ventured down the hall. All the doors were locked, except one. Against her better judgment she barged right in. It was a very stupid mistake that could cost a police officer their life. Trina wasn't thinking straight though. She couldn't see straight either. Looking around room, her blurry vision came into focus. A loud cracking sound followed by a whimper and moan. Turning her gaze to the source of the sound, she saw a woman tied up, naked, her back illuminated by a faint orange glow. The glow was flickering as if a fire was the source of light. Trina she saw several more women, tied up in a line against the wall. Trina also saw an overweight, naked man, wearing some sort of leather strap around his waist. He was pumping his hips into a helpless woman, their colliding bodies in the soft glow of the light source. Trina looked around, seeing a large vat or tub of some sort, with what appeared to be several Bunsen burners underneath it. The tubes for the gas which powered the flames were hooked up to a small gas tank nearby. The man pulled away from the woman, causing her to beg him not to. Two large strap-on dildos slid out of her. Trina could tell in the low light levels the dildos were monstrous - perhaps a foot long. She assumed the man had one in the woman's pussy and ass. She watched her crawl after him, red marks visible on her back. The man tied her back up, having no problems overpowering the drugged captive. "Which one of you gets a bath?" he mockingly asked, grabbing for a whip from a small table against the wall. Crack! Trina winced watching him whip one of the helpless, tied up, women. The man whipped at them again, in a random order, not caring which woman he struck. A couple asked for him to do it again, harder. "Whores. All of you. Which one of you gets cleaned off? Hmm?" He asked, walking over to the vat, resting the whip over his shoulder. He picked up a container of some sort. Trina watched him pour the contents into the vat. "Is that?" Trina asked herself. "It couldn't be." The liquid appeared white, creamy, and then there was the smell. Trina shook her head ten feet away, knowing the man was pouring massive amounts of stolen semen into the tub. The Bunsen burners must be keeping it warm so it doesn't dry out. "There we go, your favorite liquid, ladies. Which one of you wants a nice, warm, cum bath?" he asked. Trina stood, moved toward him, baseball bat raised at him. "Hi," she said. The man was quick. His whip cracked at her wrist, causing her to drop the bat. The second whip lash landed at her waist, slightly wrapping around her body. He pulled her close to him, his speed taking her by surprise. He squatted, lifted her up and threw her over his head, this time, his strength surprising her. Trina landed in the tub of semen. Slowly gliding to the bottom of the vat, Trina disoriented and horny, knowing and hoping that if this stuff was stolen from sperm banks, then it should be healthy - not disease ridden. She loved drinking it straight from the source and now she was in a bathtub full of the stuff. Policewomen: Trina's Inferno The small smile of pleasure as warm cum enveloped her body quickly ended when her mouth opened. Gulping in as much semen as she could, her hands in her underwear, she quickly brought herself to an orgasm. It was delicious, so much more than when not influenced by the mystery drug she had been given. Trina stopped herself from drinking in the entire tub of cum, sitting up, defiant against the effects of the drug, crawling out of it, landing on the cool floor. "Was it nice, whore?" the man said to Trina, still writhing in pleasure. She began crawling through the puddle of semen, searching for the baseball bat, hoping to use it as a blunt force weapon. The double dildo wearing captor kicked it away out of her reach. Trina thought quickly when the man got close to her, flinging her cum-covered hand to his face, several huge globs landing on it, one luckily landing in his eye. He dropped his whip to wipe his face clean, Trina lunged for it. The whip was hard to handle due to her slippery hands, but she was able to wrap it around his neck, pulling him to the floor. She climbed on top of him, crossed the whip over itself, pulling at it, choking him as hard as she could. He reached for her face. Trina grit her teeth, using all her strength to strangle him with his own whip. Finally, he went still, gurgling, then silent. Trina climbed off him, out of breath, her arms sore, looking around at the tied up women. She untied each one, all of them not really aware of what was happening. The last woman paused, smiled, and slowly licked a shocked Trina's face, smiling as she swallowed cum her tongue gathered. Another woman joined, then another and another, all licking Trina's body clean. She closed her eyes, letting the women work. Two other women toppled over into the bath tub of semen, bathing in, drinking it. "So, good," Trina whispered, enjoying the licks of the women. "Have to fight it." They took her to the floor, covering her body with their own. Kissing, licking, grinding against her. She was losing the fight against this drug. Everything felt incredible. One woman wrapped her legs around one of Trina's and began gyrating, sucking on Trina's foot. Another woman kissed her hard, her tongue swirling around her mouth, tasting the semen within it. She had to move on. Trina pushed them away, telling them to leave, they ignored her, joining two others in the bathtub. After gathering the baseball bat, Trina fell into the hallway, searching for strength, crawling, then walking to the elevator. *** The next floor down, the sixth, she tumbled out of the elevator, fighting the effects of drug. Pausing at a door, she heard something else, something disturbing. Slowly opening the door, crouching down, peering into a darkened room, she snuck in. Trina smelled a disgusting odor. She couldn't quite place it. Then she heard the heaving, the barfing. Scanning the room she saw another naked man, doubled over a tied woman, vomiting on her, the light of a small lamp in the corner behind him. "Ugh. Well that's nasty," Trina thought to herself, shaking the image from her heard. Scanning the room she saw more women, each of them similar in one regard - they were all slightly to morbidly overweight. Trina heard more heaving, the man of this room, preparing to vomit again on the next woman. Trina made her move, sneaking to the side of the room, then, like a predator, stalked the man. She stood behind him, raising her bat in the air, and bringing it down with all her might on the man. He doubled over, blood oozing out of his skull. Trina noticed he was wearing a similar double-dong, strap-on dildo like the man in the previous room. "What is this? Their uniforms here?" She wondered, quickly assisting the women in the room, telling them to get out. Instead they pushed past Trina to a large cooler in the corner. Opening it they began devouring food, ignoring the blood from the man on the floor. One woman approached Trina with cake, offering it to her. She refused, watching the women cover each other with food. A man entered the room, shouting at Trina, attempting to take the bat from her. He slammed her on the floor, the other women in the room doing nothing to help her. Trina was able to slide out of his grasp, strike him in the face several times, getting the upper hand. He lunged at her again and she swung the bat, knocking him and some of his teeth out. **** There was a man using a toilet on a side hall area. A single light above him lit up the small bathroom. He finished up, not bothering to flush. Looking at his face in the mirror over the sink, he saw movement behind him. It was too late. His forehead slammed into the mirror, breaking it. Trina moved the man, the back of his head bloody from the blow of the bat, the front of his head bleeding from the mirror glass. She quickly washed her face and hands in the sink, running water through her long hair. "Ugh," she grimaced, flinging half-dried cum off her hands onto the wall, washing them again. She dried herself off withon a few paper towels strewn about. Semen was drying on her body, but her hands and face were clear. She shook her head. Trina searched the man, finding nothing, closed the bathroom door, and continued on. Sneaking down the main hallway once more, towards the elevator, a door to her right opened, a man appeared, she swiped him across the head, grabbed him and pulled his unconscious body aside, being quiet as possible. Trina moved into the room, another man approached her; she ducked, swinging the bat at his knee, then against his head several times after he landed on the floor. Trina entered the elevator, feeling confident the drug had worn off. On the fifth floor, she found more locked doors and one open one. There looked to be some kind of forge in the corner on the room. It was glowing hot, lighting up the room. Trina once again saw several naked woman, tied to the wall, their backs to her. One woman struggled to stand and was moaning, begging for more. Trina moved closer to her, observing what this woman desired. Burnt skin covered her ass and back. Trina leaned in, the smell of burnt flesh filling her nostrils; she saw dollar signs branded into the woman's skin. She untied the woman's wrists, assisting her to the floor. "Move," the woman whispered. Trina quickly looked behind her, just in time to throw her hands up to catch a blow by a man carrying the hot branding iron used on the woman. She struggled to hold it away from her face. He was stronger than Trina. She had to slide out of the way, rolling on the floor to avoid his blows. One landed on her thigh, Trina kept rolling, moving to avoid his attacks, her leg searing in pain. She rolled back around where the bat was, grabbing it and using it as means to block his attack, the hot iron inches from her nose. She kicked his knee, swung her legs, tripping the man. She lunged after the hot iron. The man grabbed her ankle, pulling her away from it. He got on top of her, holding her down, pummeling at her head. Then he stopped. He fell over lifeless. The woman Trina rescued held the branding iron, struggling to stand. Trina got up, taking it from her, "Thank you," she said. "Let's help the others here." They untied the other women, all of them helping each other out. None of them showed any interest in leavingleave. The only woman that helped seemed to be coming out of the effects of the drug. Trina watched her struggle, then finally give up, running to a briefcase in the corner, finding a syringe and injecting herself with the drug. A smile came over her face, she slid to the ground, fingering herself, the other women joining her. Trina watched, shaking her head with disbelief. ***** Slightly limping from her previous fight, her thigh throbbing, slowly making her way down the hall back to the elevator, she felt another wave of the drug come over her. She glanced at the baseball bat again, slowly rubbing it against her crotch. "No," she talked herself out of it and entered the elevator, traveling to the fourth floor. The door opened, she darted to the side. A man entered, Trina hit him as hard as she could in the back of the head with the bat. Exiting the elevator, dragging the man's body, she saw nothing but darkness. The hallway was pitch black. The muffled grunts let her know someone was in there, tied up, their mouths taped. She felt a naked body. It was wiggling, trying to break free of something. She trailed her hand up the woman's stomach, grazing a breast, finding her mouth in the darkness. Her mouth was taped up. "This will hurt, I'm sorry," Trina whispered to the woman, ripping the tape off her mouth. "Get back here and fuck me!" she screamed. "Quiet!" Trina urged her. "Someone will hear you. I'm getting you out of here," she added, going to her knees, feeling for the rope, unfolding a knife out of the toolbox to saw it off, then doing the same for the woman's wrists. "No! Get those men back here so they can fuck us!" "I don't understand," Trina said. "Look we were brought here, given that yummy medicine, and now we want sex. Get it?" "You're all tied up," Trina noted. "Yes. It's what we want, our inner most fetishes. To be denied, to be angry, then to have rough sex." The police officer in Trina made her untie each woman, she felt their collective anger fill the room. "They want to be here. This drug," Trina thought, backing to the elevator. She dragged the unconscious man toward the group of women. They figuratively devoured him, tearing his clothes off. She watched them kiss and lick all over his body as the elevator door closed. ****** Trina kept moving down the third floor hallway, coming to another door on her left. She listened against it - nothing. She quickly opened it, ducking to the side, peeping in, seeing no one. It wasn't completely dark; a small desk with a lamp was in the corner. But there were other things in the room too. Trina saw large, rectangular objects, five of them, lining the walls. They were coffins. Her eyes widen, always checking behind her, she quickly moved to the nearest one, opening it. There was a woman, nude, moaning, masturbating. "More! More!" the woman cried, just above a whisper. "I need more of it!" "The drug?" Trina asked. "Yes," she coughed, her fingers furiously rubbing her clit. "Want more." What little experience Trina had with drugs on her patrol route, she knew of the major players - meth, cocaine, ecstasy. She wondered if this was something new. Perhaps some sort of ultimate aphrodisiac. Trina opened all off the coffins which held women inside. All the women begged for more. They were either overdosing or wanted to overdose - to escape reality, not believing the real world was good enough. Approaching the elevator once more, she wondered if the effects were out of her system. ******* On the second floor, she heard a man's voice echoing down the hallway, followed by a few women, cheering, egging someone on. Creeping down the hall, the sounds got louder. She could make out what they were yelling. "Fight! Fight! Fight!" several people were chanting. Trina listened at the door where she heard the chanting. From what she could tell, the room sounded large, the chants echoing off walls. Then she heard an orgasmic scream then silence. "It's not out of me yet" she whispered, referring to the effects of the drug, the desire to climax overtaking her. Slowly opening the door she saw a very well-lit room. Trina peeped in. It looked more like a ballroom. She wondered why whoever converted this old hotel for their perverse needs would do with a large room. Trina soon found out why. It was being used as a fighting arena. She saw several naked women rolling around on the floor fighting. "That's right! Fight for this cock!" a man said. The man was huge and muscular, wearing a tight t-shirt, cargo pants, and boots. He reminded Trina of a drill sergeant from her police academy days. His cock was hanging out. He removed his shirt, throwing it at the fighting women. Trina felt her pussy get wetter. She decided to approach him. "Whoa, whoa, nonot weapons here. You have to enter the tournament. If you win, then you get this," he said, pointing to his huge erection. Trina glared at him, raising her bat, the man looked to his side nervously, signaling for help. Two men approached Trina from behind, she swung the bat at one, he ducked. The other grabbed her arm and injected it with a syringe. She swung the bat at him, knocking him against his temple. She watched him fall to the floor. "Maybe you just want to fight me, eh? I don't like hitting women, but maybe that's your fetish. Like the others here, they love to fight, they love rough sex," the man said. 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 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. 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. Rolling to his side, Trina still straddling him, protecting himself with his left arm, he rose up. His size and strength enabled him to fling Trina off him. He lunged at her, grabbing a handful of hair, dragging her to the ground. He was on top now, punching wildly. Blocking his assault as best she could, several powerful blows landed on her face. Her lips were busted open, she heard her nose crack and break, her left eye was nearly swollen shut. "Fight for this dick baby!" he yelled as he relentlessly punched her. "There!" he released Trina's hair, getting off her. "Show me what you got." Trina was losing focus again, the newest injection of the drug taking effect. She wanted cock so bad. "What the hell!" he yelled. A group of women were attacking one of the associates. Another group were tearing the clothes off the other man. The huge muscle bound leader grabbed a woman. She pummeled him with fists, took him to the ground, grabbed his cock and slid it in her. The man was laughing as Trina limped out of the room, into the hallway, fighting her own internal battle. ******** 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 carpet, her beaten and bloody face was new for her. She gathered her composure, ignored the pain, and walked toward the elevator. Trina looked to the baseball bat again - so wide, so long, and she was so horny. The new dose of drug was taking effect. "Can it fit?" she thought, biting her bottom lip, pressing the first floor button on the elevator. She tore her panties off, rolling onto her back, never hornier, she wanted the baseball bat inside her. She wanted to fuck it. "Get in there!" she yelled, bringing the top of the bat to her pussy. She struggled to get it in her, the obviousness of that fact fell on a drug- induced woman in heat. "Come on!" she tried. "Please!" The elevator door opened to the first floor. It was a lobby area. Two men grabbed her, she dropped the bat, "No!" she called out to her would-be lover. Trina punched and kicked at the men, they wouldn't let her go. One of them opened a double door, revealing a large banquet hall. They tossed her into a large crowd. It was a masquerade ball. Most people were naked, but all of them had masks of various kinds. In Trina's state, the masks were blurry, changing shapes, some of them appeared alive, wanting to bite her or kiss her. She walked through the costume party orgy, the drug making the images seem more frightening than they really were. Some masks had long phallic-looking noses. Some had gas mask appearance, with a dido mounted where the mouth was. Some people were in full costumes - several of them resembling animals or other monsters. The room was spinning, Trina saw a bear, huge teeth dripping with drool, running toward her. "Yes," she said. "Fuck me!" Before the bear was close to her it was tackled by another woman. Trina shook her head, the man in a bear costume, taking off the mask, kissing the woman. "This is crazy," she felt dizzy, holding onto the wall, making her way through the sea of cumming people to a door in the back of the banquet hall. She pushed the bar handle, nearly falling through the door. Losing her balance, the door flung open and Trina toppled down some stairs, landing with a thud on concrete. She shook the grogginess as best she could, her head throbbing even more. Trina saw more stairs, the second half of the decent into what she assumed was a basement. There were two men guarding a door, both watching her with smug looks on their face. "Head on back up to the party, sweetheart," one man said. Trina saw the two men, imagining their cocks pummeling her, taking her at the same time. She made her way toward them "Listen, you can't come in here," the other man stepped forward. Trina ignored him. "She's had too much," the second man noticed. He was much larger than Trina. He grabbed her arm, pulling her back up the stairs. Trina was struggling to get away. "Let's go, come on," he said, ignoring her pleas for sex. At the top of the stairs, Trina managed to tear part of his shirt off, distracting him, the horniness and curiosity about the basement overtaking her. "Hey!" he looked at his torn shirt and went to backhand Trina. She caught his forearm, a moment of clarity coming over her. She punched his ribs then pushed him backward. He topped down the stairs, landing hard on his back, his skull bouncing off the concrete. He lay their motionless as Trina stepped around him. The second man drew his hand gun. "Been waiting to use this on the crazies here all week," he grinned. Trina's eyes widened, she moved to the side, but wasn't fast enough. The bullet grazed her, leaving a fairly deep gash in her shoulder flesh. The man headed up the stairs to her. Trina was lying on her side, holding her injured shoulder. She had never been shot before. While this wasn't in and through her shoulder, it still hurt. "Now. You're going to leave, or I'm going to shoot you again," the man calmly said, aiming the gun at her. "They don't pay me enough to deal with all these drugged out whores they bring here. I will kill you now if you don't leave. Only those authorized are allowed in the basement." Trina nodded, slowly standing, taking a deep breath. She walked up the stairs, the man right behind her. "I could pull the trigger again and no one would notice or care. They're too busy, as you've seen," he noted. When she got to the door, she quickly kicked behind her, luckily hitting his crotch. The man doubled over, Trina turned, punched him in the face, he dropped the gun, and she pushed him down the steps. He landed on the soft, motionless body of his associate. Trina pounced on top of him, punching relentlessly. She wanted to go to the basement, whatever was down there she wanted it more than anything, as if she knew it would be the best sexual experience she would ever have. ********* The pain in Trina's shoulder and head all seemed to wither away when she barged into the basement. It was huge and wonderfully cold. In the distance, in a far corner she saw a fire coming from a makeshift fire pit, the smoke from it heading upward and out a nearby vent, the only light source in the cavernous area. Policewomen: Trina's Inferno She approached the fire, feeling its warmth as she gradually got closer. She saw something else that made her heart skip a beat and almost caused her to fall to her knees. A woman was lying on a table, on her back, moaning with pleasure as someone stood on the floor fucking her. It was music to her ears. It was something she was going to take for herself, take from the woman. Trina got closer, the woman's slick, sweaty, naked body coming more and more into focus. Trina glanced at the overweight man pumping his hips into the woman. The only thing he was weariingwearing was some kind of black, bondage mask. Both of them were soaking wet with sweat. The woman turned to Trina, confusion in her eyes mixed with shock of who she was looking at. "Kelly!" Trina called out to her sister. "Kelly!" Trina moved closer. "Andy, he must've found these people and had me," Kelly tried to say, speaking of her ex-husband, another orgasm building, preventing her from finishing her sentence. The man smiled at Kelly, "Yes, your ex did find me. He asked me to take you here. He asked me to punish you for your cheating, your betrayal of his love, your treachery. You'll never leave." The man turned to Trina, "I'm sure you saw everyone here, on all the floors above us. Most of them come here by choice, to escape reality, but some, some are abducted and given my little love potion. They'll never want to leave." "Yes, I saw them," Trina replied, her eyes darting to her sister, the man's black, leather-masked face. He backed away from Kelly. Trina observed a similar, double-dong, massive strap-on around his waist, pulling out of her sister. "Holy shit, that's big," she thought to herself, seeing it up close. Her pussy was dripping again. Glancing to her sister, eyes rolling in the back of her head, moaning, Trina wanted to be in her place. "Me instead," Trina blurted out, Kelly no longer registering what was happening. Trina observed an empty syringe on the floor next to the table. "Let her go, do me instead. Please." The man turnedto face Trina. "I cheated. I'm a cheater too," Trina nodded, wanting to stay in this basement forever. "I was married once. Years ago I was in the police academy. His name was TJ. He was in my same class. We became friends, one thing led to another. My husband walked in on us. TJ was taking me from behind on our bed. My husband left me and my son, he hasn't had anything to do with us since it happened." "Trina," Kelly pleaded, looking to the man's obscenely sized double-dong strap-on, craving it back inside her. "I deserve to be there in her place, please let me do it. What you've done here, what you've created is incredible. It's a place for women like me, to be taken, and live like the whores we are forever. There's a room for women who lie, slutty ones who sleep around," Trina approached the man, noticing he didn't try to stop her. "There's a room for women who are gold diggers, all they care about is money. Another room for the ones who don't take care of their bodies," She took several more steps toward him. "We need this," Trina said, now inches away from the man. "Please let her go. Let me take her place. Let me stay with you, let me keep helping you with this operation you're running," Trina glanced at Kelly, putting a hand on the man's shoulder. "You're a cop," he said. "Yes. I'll never leave and never tell." Trina leaned in close, whispering, "Please? This is amazing, I want to be a part of it. Let her go, make me yours." "I guess it doesn't matter, she's overdosed anywayanyone. Her desire is still there, but she can barely function," the man said. "Exactly." Trina helped her sister stand, walking her away from the table, sitting her against the nearest wall, Kelly slipping into unconsciousness. Trina didn't care anymore "Finally," Trina thought, re-approaching the man by the fire, quickly tearing her tank top off, throwing it into the fire. Eyes locked on the man, she flung her arms around him, jumping into his arms, straddling him. Taking him by surprise, he cupped her ass, holding her up. She removed his bizarre, leather mask, looking into his face. He looked normal; balding, mid-to-late 30s perhaps, around Trina's age, pleasant looking face. Trina wondered what woman or women royally screwed him over to cause him to create this place, this drug. She kissed him hard, moaning as she did, her tongue slithering into his mouth. He was surprised, but kissed back, moaning as well. He slammed her on the table, the fire still roaring behind them. He broke the kiss, stood, guiding the tip of the bottom dildo to her anus. "This is going to hurt." "I know. I want it," Trina said, trying her best to relax her asshole, hoping her sphincter would stretch without too much resistance or pain. "Ahhh!!" she screamed out when he jammed it into her. She thought how worse it could have been. Trina settled down, arched her back, lying still for him. Grabbing her breasts, tweaking her own nipples, she waited and watched him slide the entire foot long dong into her ass, ignoring the pain. When he was done, she was calm, nodding her head to him. Next was her pussy. Taking the equally sized top dong, which had been lying on her tummy, the man bent it back, and guided it into Trina. The sensation was so very pleasurable, like a burning desire was being satisfied, filling and stretching her out, creating a different kind of fire entirely. Trina never had a cock so long and thick before - not from a person or sex toy. She felt her pussy lips stretch and slide over it, welcoming it into her depths, moaning lightly when it landed against her cervix - in as far as it would go. The man got to work. He slowly slid the double-dong strap-on in and out of Trina's two access points. She wanted it to last forever. "Ah! Ah!" Trina cried out, with each increasingly powerful impact into her. She felt so full, so good. She wrapped her legs around the man, her left hand reaching behind her to hold on to the edge of the table. "I, I'm cumming!" she cried out. Trina wasn't faking it either. A combination of those two massive dongs thrusting in and out of her, coupled with lust-filled drug induced desire like she's never experienced easily sent her over the edge. The man grabbed her, stood, and bounced her up and down on the two cocks. "Yes! Yes!" Trina cried out, the man staring into her face as she climaxed. "Don't stop!" Her captor obliged; he didn't stop. The strap-on covering his penis enabled him to go and go and go. Trina had no idea how long he had been fucking her sister. She didn't care, pushing those thoughts aside, resuming her focus on cumming again. An hour later, he had to stop, when Kelly started stirring. He sat Trina down on the table, she rubbed her sweaty body, pinching her nipples. The man walked over to Kelly, dragged her to the table, injected her with another dose, and turned his attention back to Trina. "Oh yes! Never stop!" she cried out when the man continued. Hours passed. Another dose was given to Trina. Time stopped for her. Trina passed out at one point. The man left her alone, resting briefly, eating, and instructing the men Trina fought on the stairs to haul Kelly away. In his absence, in her drugged induced stupor, she saw them carry Kelly off. She stirred momentarily, clawing at their clothing. Trina had no idea where they took her. The man, her captor, returned. Another hour later passed, Trina was on all fours, begging him to fuck her. More time passed, several hours, another dosage. Trina was cumming and cumming nonstop. The man watched her climax, smiling at his work, at his drug. Trina forgot everything. She forgot her job, she forgot her sister, and she forgot her son. The only thing she wanted was to stay there in that basement getting fucked continuously. The man took another break for food and water, to add more wood to the fire pit, never offering anything to Trina, never asking her if she was comfortable. She didn't even notice or care. He continued on into the next night, bouncing her up and down on his fake cocks, bending her over, making her ooze and drip pussy juices. It was a never ending fuck fest for Trina. Then suddenly, it ended. * "Richie," Trina thought when the man left her, sweaty, exhausted body. He was yelling, running, police sirens in the distance, from above ground. "My son, I have to get to him," Trina sat up, shaking cobwebs from her head. She was alone in the basement. The second her feet landed on the concrete, she fell to the floor. She was too weak to walk, even with the latest dosage wearing off, her mind returning to her, her body was too spent to carry her. "Go!" she grit her teeth, making herself crawl. She hadn't eaten or had water, her shoulder was hurting more than ever now. Images flashed of the man thrusting into her over and over, sounds played in her head of her orgasmic cries. She thought of her son again. Crawling toward the back of the basement, she pushed open the door. Crawling up the stairs, more determined, she kept going, kept climbing. Emerging on the first floor, she fell into the banquet hall from the other day. It was daylight. She couldn't tell how long she'd been down there. There were men on the floor, hands cuffed behind them. Several SWAT team officers were walking about. She wondered if Kelly broke free and got help. One of the officers noticed her. "Trina?" he said, removing his helmet. "Mike," she said, falling to her knees. He rushed to her side, "Get an EMT in here now!" he called to another officer. Trina only thought of her son, never asking for water or food. * Trina woke up with a splitting headache. Everything was blurry. She heard a muffled male voice, pleading, crying somewhere in the room. She slowly opened her eyes, recognizing the voice. It was her son. "Please wake up, I need you mom, please. I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry," her son was crying, holding her hand, his head resting on the rail of the bed. Trina didn't know how long she was asleep. Morning light was coming through the window, it looked about around eight or nine am. The room became less blurry. Trina cleared her throat. "Sorry for what?" she quietly said. "Mom!" Richie wanted to hug her, but didn't want to hurt her. Trina smiled, extending her left arm, bringing him in for a hug. "I've been here all night, I didn't think you'd wake up," he cried into her good shoulder. "No, I'm fine. I must've dozed off for a while," she joked. Most of her head was wrapped up in bandages, her arm wrapped and in a sling, the IV unit delivering medication, fluids. 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 on her back, cumming hard on her bed. "Yes, yes, I did it," she panted, out of breath. "Mmmm," she rolled over, going to all fours. She moaned again when she pulled a baseball bat out of her pussy. She used nearly all the KY jelly she had purchased but she did it; after many days of attempts, she fucked herself with a baseball bat. The curiosity and lust carried over from her experience in the hotel. She tossed it to her bedroom floor, smiling with her accomplishment. "Damn that was good." It had been a long day testifying in court. Kelly had taken the stand that day, telling of her ordeal, of how she came to, left the hotel and found help. Kelly's ex had been arrested in his involvement, many men had, sending their wives and ex-wives to be held captive. The man that organized it, the man that fucked Trina for hours on end with his double-dong strap on, was killed the day the police raided the place. Trina checked out the scar on her shoulder in the bathroom mirror. She called out to Richie. "Hey," he smiled, entering his mother's bathroom, his eyes opening with shock at seeing her naked body. "Uh, 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, 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 the tub, glancing at her shoulder, "The scarring isn't too bad. Looks better than I thought." "Mmhmm," Trina smiled, closing her eyes, enjoying the water and company. She slowly opened her eyes, staring into his. They smiled softly at one another. Trina extended her hand, placing it on her son's. The end. *********************** There will be a sequel, an incest story, featuring Trina and her son. I'm thinking a fight for survival in the woods, bad guys chasing them, maybe an explosion or two, and her and her son ending up together. ***********************