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

    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. “Shut it!” The man said, pressing the knife into her skin. “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.” The man turned to ...
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