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

    covering her face and body. She stabbed him again, and again, and again – the knife going into his chest, shoulder, neck repeatedly. He was a gurgling, blood spurting mess, unable to speak, his vocal chords severed. Trina took one last glimpse of him. She brought the knife down, stabbing it in his eye socket, leaving it there. She hopped back on the table, brought her legs back and kicked him as hard as she could, causing him to tumble backward, falling into the fireplace. Getting off the table, Trina stood, watching his body slowly catch on fire. He rolled off the logs onto the floor, face down, his back charred and burnt, blood forming a puddle. “I lied too,” she said, before limping out of the room. Rescue The only sounds she heard as she traversed back through the low lit hall was police sirens. They finally arrived. Entering the lobby area she woke up in earlier in the evening, she saw no one. She could make out red and blue lights flashing through a window pane. The only thing left for Trina to do was to leave. There were two rows of SWAT team members lined up on either side of the door. “Ready? On three,” a Sergeant whispered. He counted with his fingers, and was about to open the door when it opened from within. They drew their weapons, ready to fire, watching it slowly open. A woman appeared. Her right shoulder and arm was bleeding profusely, she had several bleeding stab wounds on her left side, her face was beaten and bloody, she was limping, her back was covered ...
    in more stab wounds and blood, and her chest had a long, horizontal slice across it, her nipples dripping blood. The men lowered their gun. One of them spoke up. “Tr-Trina?” She turned to the direction of the voice; the SWAT team member took off his helmet. “Oh hey, Mike,” she managed to smile. His mouth hung open, unable to reply. Trina looked around, seeing ambulances in the distance, EMTs treating victims that escaped. “Say, Mike, you think there’s a spare EMT that can look me over real quick?” Trina collapsed to her knees. “Over here! Now! Move it!” the Sergeant yelled in the background. Two EMTs rushed over, her sister, Kelly following them, draping Trina in a towel, assisting her to lie down. * Trina woke up with a splitting headache. Everything was blurry. She heard a muffled male voice, pleading, crying somewhere in the room. She slowly opened her eyes, recognizing the voice. It was her son. “Please wake up, I need you mom, please. I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry,” her son was crying, holding her hand, his head resting on the rail of the bed. Trina didn’t know how long she was asleep. Light was coming through the window, it looked about mid-day. The room became less blurry. Trina cleared her throat. “Sorry for what?” she quietly said. “Mom!” Richie wanted to hug her, but didn’t want to hurt her. Trina smiled, extending her left arm, bringing him in for a hug. “I’ve been here all night, I didn’t think you’d wake up,” he cried into her good shoulder. “No, I’m fine. I must’ve ...