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

    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 shotgun 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. Trina watched them make their way down the hall, gripping the iron. She had a new weapon, one easier to carry and swing. Anger Slightly limping, her thigh throbbing, slowly making her way down the corridor, she came to another door on her right. Holding her ear to it, she heard muffled sounds of women. The door opened, she darted to the side. A man exited, folding up a multi-tool, most likely a Leatherman, and sliding it in his pocket. He had rope in his other hand. Trina hit him as hard as she could in the back of the head with the branding iron. Entering the door, she saw nothing but darkness. The room was pitch black. The muffled grunts let her know someone was in there, tied up, their mouths taped. Using what little light was available from the hall Trina clung ...
    to the wall, in the event someone else was in there and could attack her. 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 me out of here! I’ll kill them!” 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 tool to saw it off, then doing the same for the woman’s wrists. “There’s several of us in here. They tied us up and closed the door to leave us alone in here.” “I’ll get to all of them, but you all have to be quiet,” Trina said, speaking up slightly so the other women tied up in the darkness would hear. Their muffled voices calmed. “Turn left, and follow the hallway, run and get help.” “We will,” another freed captive said. Her fists were clenched, “We’ll kill any of them we see on our way out.” Cutting each woman free, Trina felt their collective anger fill the room. Silenced, shut up, tied up, left alone in the darkness was their punishment for having a temper, apparently. Trina led them out and kept moving. She heard a few of them yell at an injured man, closer to the entrance, one Trina knocked out earlier. He was waking up. She was thankful the women attacked him on their way out, once again knocking the ...
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