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

    behind her. She looked around, shocked at what she saw. Ducking in the corner, hidden by the shadows, 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 down, 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, apparently raping the woman, pulled away from her. 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 away to the wall, red marks visible on her back. The man tied her back up, having no problems overpowering the exhausted 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. “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 in the shadowed corner, 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, shotgun pointing at him. “Hi,” she said. He turned around right as Trina pulled the trigger. Nothing happened. “You gotta be kidding me,” she said. The shotgun was empty. The whip cracked at her wrist, causing her to drop the gun. 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 remained calm, 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 couldn’t help but be turned on by the thought of a semen bath. The small smile of pleasure as warm cum enveloped her body quickly ended when she felt sharp, stabbing pain in her back, butt, legs. She had arrived at the bottom of the tub only to have the back side of her body be met with strategically placed sharp objects. The bath of semen wasn’t supposed to be ...
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