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Policewomen 2: Trina and Son

Date: 10/5/2015, Categories: Fiction, Authoritarian, Bestiality, Blowjob, Bondage and restriction, Coercion, Consensual Sex, Cruelty, Cum Swallowing, Death, Drug, Extreme, Hardcore, Horror, Incest, Males / Female, Rape, Teen Male / Female, Torture, Violence, Water Sports/Pissing, Author: tw_holt, Rating: 83.7, Source: sexstories.com

each side. She wondered why no one mentioned this place and why no one told her about avoiding camping in this area. Roger led her inside to the large, front double-doors. They headed up marble stairs, down a long hallway, and finally into an office room. A man turned his huge leather chair around, facing Trina and Roger. Her eyes widened, he was a younger guy, maybe mid-20s, a few years older than Richie. Another thing that struck Trina odd was how attractive he was. Dark hair, muscular, not too tall, and a gorgeous smile. “Hello. I’m Shaun,” he introduced himself, standing to greet them. Trina said nothing, nodding her head instead. “Roger, put this around her, then untie her arms,” Shaun said, handing him a collar of sorts, with a long chain attached to it. Roger complied, untying her, holding the chain when he was done. Trina winced with pain at her stiff arms. “Ah, I’m sorry you were tied up for so long,” Shaun said. “May I?” he gently grabbed her hands. Trina stayed quiet. Shaun slowly massaged her hands, her forearms, working his way up to her shoulders. He was standing behind her, rubbing her neck, her back, and arms once again. “Roger, you can leave us now. I’m sure Derrick will want you to stand outside or something. If anyone approaches the front door, just tell them I’m a little busy,” Shaun said. “Huh huh, ok,” Roger said, taking his leave. Trina rolled her eyes. “He’s not too bright,” Shaun whispered in her ear, taking the chain from her collar. “Not sure why ... Derrick hasn’t fired him.” Shaun poured two glasses of the red wine he retrieved from a small refrigerator in the corner of the office. “I hate to have that collar on you, but for now, you have to wear it. Also, I’d hate to use this too.” Shaun set the glasses on his desk, pulled up his collared shirt, revealing a pistol in its case on his belt. “You are quite gorgeous, but I’ll have to protect myself if you get out of line.” Trina nodded, understanding what Shaun meant. He grabbed the glasses, holding them in one hand, the other hand leading Trina by the chain. They walked back toward the entrance, took a left, and entered a balcony area. “Sit please,” Shaun said, sitting in a lounge chair, sipping his wine. Trina did as she was told, taking in as much of the view as possible, that’s when she saw it. “I love this area. The mountains, the trees, all of it,” Shaun sipped his wine. “Drink up.” Trina took a few sips, looking out into the wilderness, the sun getting lower in the sky. “Over in that direction is a lovely waterfall. Can you see it?” Shaun asked. Trina already knew it. She could see it, “Mmhmm.” “So you aren’t a mute,” Shaun smiled. “What’s your name?” “Denise,” Trina lied. “Nice to meet you. I’m sorry for any sort of rough treatment you may have received. Derrick, he runs my operations, he oversees all of it. He gets pretty antsy if outsiders are near,” Shaun explained. “I see. What operation?” she asked. “Ah,” Shaun smiled, taking more sips. “I can’t tell you. Not ...