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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

grabbed her arm, gun to her head, pulling her to the center of the room, tossing her on the concrete. “Your answer is no?” he asked her. “Please, don’t. Please let me go,” she begged. Trina decided to act, hoping she could trick him with the empty shotgun. “GET DOWN! NOW! ON THE GROUND!” she barged into the room, pointing the gun at him, yelling. “Whoa, whoa, easy, easy,” he calmly said, watching Trina take her aim. “I’m going to put the gun down. Let’s all remain calm.” Confused, Trina watched him slowly set his gun on the concrete. She moved in front of the naked women crouched in a corner, her eyes not turning away from the large man. “There. See? Now, I think you should put yours down too. Because you and I both know it’s empty,” the man said. Trina glared at him. “I know who you took it from. He loves that shotgun. He keeps it empty though. We want all the women we bring here to live long enough to experience their special treatment,” the man said. “So please, put it down.” Trina gulped when she felt two more nine millimeters come to rest on the back of her head. Her eyes darted from side-to-side, seeing two more men in her peripheral vision. She cursed herself for rushing and not seeing them in another corner of the room. Trina took a deep breath, slowly squatting down, setting the shotgun on the concrete, standing and kicking it away, behind her. It landed a foot away from one of the women in the corner. She did this on purpose. “Good, very good. See? It’s ok,” the ... man said walking toward a woman tied and bound by her wrists and feet, her mouth taped shut. She was standing, the rope at the end of each limb held her up, arms stretched out. She was essentially tied to the wall, her hand hanging low. “Did you know a small percentage of men are victims of domestic violence?” he calmly asked Trina. “I think it around 15 to 20 percent or so.” He paused at the tied woman. “I was a victim. Hard to believe isn’t it? A big guy like me, who works out, getting slapped, kicked, hit, having things thrown at me by my girlfriend,” he caressed the woman’s face. “Friends would say fight back; you could take her, or suggest I leave. It was easier said than done. I don’t want to go into it, but needless to say I learned of this place and felt freed by it. All the different rooms for all different types of women. This one is for those that are especially violent at home, with their partners or children. We will take that violence and use it against them. We force them to fight one another or else they will be killed.” Trina listened to the man explain his situation, as he lovingly caressed the bound woman’s face. “I came on board immediately. Of all the abducted women we’ve brought here, I got the boss man to abduct mine and asked specifically to oversee this room. When we’re done here, she’ll be the only one left.” He kissed her forehead. “Remember that time you whacked me across my back with a frying pan? That really hurt, sweetie.” He reared back, balled ...