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

    saw the others. The entire room, a lobby or waiting room of sorts, had women lying on the floor. Most were nude, a few had on underwear, all were beaten, bloody, barely conscious. She heard someone coming. She quickly lay down, pretending to be knocked out. With one eye cracked open, she saw a large man carrying a shotgun enter the room. A woman rose up, pleading, begging to be released, he bunted her hard with the barrel, knocking her out. Trina watched him bend down, reading something around the woman’s neck. The man grabbed the woman by her hair, dragging her, the shotgun resting on his shoulder, to a door in the back of the room. He banged on it a few times. Another man answered, “The very back,” the large man handed the woman over to his associate. Trina watched him move to another woman, turning her head to the side, reading her collar. All the women had collars – all except Trina. She wondered why she didn’t have a one, she wondered what was on the collar, she waited and watched. The man read another collar. The woman sprung to life, slapping, punching the man, he pushed her down, the shotgun pointed to her head. “Yeah,” he said. “You won’t be hitting any man here.” He quickly brought the stock of the shotgun around, banging it against the woman’s temple, knocking her out. “That’s what he hit me with,” Trina thought. “To the arena you go,” the man said, pulling the woman by her hair, knocking on the door once more. His associate answered, taking the woman away. ...
    Trina closed her eyes, playing possum again. She heard his heavy footsteps get closer. “Oh yeah. You,” he grunted. “Didn’t put one on you,” he said, kneeling before her. He grabbed Trina by the hair, turning her head from side to side. He ran his thumb over her full lips, moaning as he touched her. “Where should I send you?” he asked. The man released Trina and stood, looking back toward the door. She saw his feet facing away from her. Now was her chance. She swung her knee around, sweeping the man’s feet from under him. He landed with a loud thud, losing his grip on the shotgun. Trina hopped up, pounced on him, and repeatedly punched his face, temple, knocking him out after several hard blows. She grabbed his shotgun. She had a weapon now. She opened the entrance to the room, peeking outside to an empty parking lot, seeing nothing, no one. It appeared to be an entrance to a large warehouse of sorts. The lobby and front desk area reminded her of a building supply store – empty of merchandise. Trina wasn’t sure. She saw the harbor nearby, smelling the water in the night air. She saw other abandoned buildings nearby. Heading back inside, Trina had no way to contact anyone; searching the man proved fruitless, no cell phone, no walkie-talkie, nothing. She sighed, seeing a woman stir in her peripheral vision. Trina went to her side, helping the woman, only wearing a bra, to her feet. “Go. Leave. Find help.” She nodded at Trina’s instructions. “Wait,” Trina said, grabbing the woman’s ...
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