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

    sized top dong, which had been lying on her tummy, the man bent it back, and guided it into Trina. The sensation was much different, pleasurable even. Trina never had a cock so long and thick before – not from a person or sex toy. She felt her pussy lips stretch and slide over it, welcoming it into her depths, moaning lightly when it landed against her cervix – in as far as it would go. The man got to work. He slowly slid the double-dong strap-on in and out of Trina’s two access points. She had trouble focusing, remembering her plan, especially when he started going faster. “Ah! Ah!” Trina moaned loudly, with each increasingly powerful impact into her. She felt so full, so good. “Focus, wait for a signal,” she told herself, wrapping her legs around the man, her left hand reaching behind her to hold on to the edge of the table. “I, I’m cumming!” she cried out. Trina wasn’t faking it either. A combination of those two massive dongs thrusting in and out of her, coupled with visualizing her plan paying off, sent her over the edge. The man grabbed her, stood, and bounced her up and down on the two cocks. “Yes! Yes!” Trina cried out, the man staring into her face as she climaxed. He slammed her back down on the table, pulled out, undid the harness of the strap-on, and started furiously jacking off in Trina’s direction. Drenched with sweat, Trina moaned and watched him, lying back, waiting for him to blow his load and grab the knife. “Ughnnn, ahhh,” he moaned, spraying semen all ...
    over Trina’s tight, flat tummy. The hot, little furnace of a room dulled any sensation of warm goo landing on her. The man, out of breath, paused a moment, collecting himself. He turned around, bent over and grabbed the knife. Trina spread her legs for him again, welcoming him on top of her. “I lied to you,” he said, still catching his breath. “I’m not going to let you join me or help me with my project.” He traced the edge of the knife across her chest, above her breasts. “The fact you’re a cop, is even more reason to not trust you. I’m going to carve you and then hang you up to freeze.” He dug the knife into her skin, searing pain coursing through Trina’s body once again. She grit her teeth letting him go straight across her chest, above her breasts, carving the top line of a capital T. “I hope you enjoy this hell I’ve made. There’s so many men who have been wronged or betrayed by women in this country. They came to me asking me for help when word spread of my project,” he explained finishing the slice across her body. Just as he was going to start the vertical line of a T down her chest, in between her breasts, Trina spoke up. “If this is hell,” she gave him a fast left jab across his jaw, causing him to recoil. She unwrapped her legs from his waist, kicking him hard in the gut, she grabbed the knife from him. “Then I’m the demon,” Trina brought the knife down hard into his neck, stabbing it, cutting the jugular vein. She pulled it out, blood spurt with each heartbeat, ...
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