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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

his fist, and punched her as hard as he could in the stomach. “It really did,” he calmly added. “You called me a little bitch after you did it,” he chuckled. “Hoping to add insult to injury I suppose.” He kneed her in the gut, then gave a quick right hook across her face. He leaned in and whispered to her, “I think it’s time I use our uninvited guest to show you what I have in store for you later on.” 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 as well, this one 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, turning to his tied up girlfriend. “I will fight back this time! I will not be a victim to a woman anymore!” 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. “There is no fight or die! All die!” he yelled as he relentlessly punched her. “There!” He paused, turning to his captured girlfriend. “This is what I should’ve done to you!” He grabbed Trina by the hair once more, ready to deliver the final attack. Gunshots rang out in the large room, everyone’s ears ringing. He released Trina’s hair, getting off her. “What the hell!” he yelled. One of the women from the corner was beating his associates with the shotgun, the other man had been shot several times. Trina’s gamble paid off. One of the women shot the remaining man. During this distraction, Trina crawled the overseer’s gun, grabbing it, quickly standing, pointing it at his head. “Goodbye, little bitch,” she said. He turned around, eyes widening, his last sight before a bullet entered his skull was Trina smirking and pulling the trigger. Fraud 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 concrete, her beaten and bloody face was new for her. She gathered her composure, ignored the pain, and helped one of the women untie the dead man’s girlfriend – or ex-girlfriend. She watched them put their arms around her and leave. Trina checked how many rounds were ...