1. 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

    the answer, Trina sprung upward from behind Roger, taking the man by surprise and shoving Roger’s knife into his throat, lodging in the man’s skull. “Oh shit!” Roger cried. “Quiet,” Trina ordered, pulling the knife out of the gurgling man’s neck. “Take me to my son.” “You, uh, you may not want to go in there. There’s fumes and stuff,” Roger pleaded. “Fumes?” “Yeah, it’s one of the meth labs here.” Anger rose, “And you all put my son in there?” “Well, yeah.” Trina said nothing, pushing Roger into the now empty room, using him as a shield for precaution. Roger pointed to a small closet to the right of the entrance. Trina nodded at the door. “Roger, can you be a good boy and stay right here for me?” she asked, the fumes filling her nostrils. “Uh, huh?” Roger asked. Trina moved his arm to normal position, slamming his hand on a wooden table, followed by stabbing it with his knife, pinning him in place. “Shh!” Trina shushed a crying, hysterical Roger again. She closed the door in case his cries could be heard. Trina flung open the moldy door and saw Richie, in the dark, motionless. “No, please no,” she went to her knees, touching his shoulder, tears welling up in her eyes. She rolled him onto his back, his face beaten, swollen, and bloody. His eyes were almost swollen shut and red, there was more burn-like redness around his nose and mouth. “Richie!” Trina cried. A sigh of relief washed over her when he coughed several times. She helped him stand, but he could barely walk, dizzy ...
    from chemical exposure. “Mom,” he whispered. “I’m getting you out of here,” Trina said, helping him walk. “Who, who is that?” he whispered again, referring to Roger. Trina pulled the knife out of Roger’s hand, causing more crying, “He’s my helper.” She cut the ropes around Richie’s wrists, pulled Roger along, and exited the meth lab. Trina had to drag a babbling, crying Roger to the exit of the compound. In the moonlight, Trina could see a long driveway surrounded by foliage. “Is this it?” She asked Roger “Y-Yes, the exit,” he whimpered a reply, holding his hand. “Road is at the end, that way.” “Richie, can you walk down that path?” Trina asked her son. “Yeah, I think so,” he coughed a few times. “Good, take it slow if you need to,” Trina turned around, looking back toward the mansion, directly behind it was the direction she wanted her and Richie to head. “I want you to take a left when you reach the end of the driveway, then go a little while and find a nice hiding spot, maybe a big tree or boulder. I want you to wait for me there,” Trina said. “Wait, no, come with me,” Richie pleaded, not noticing his mother was nude. “I can’t. I will meet you there. I have unfinished business to take care of here.” “Please, no, come with me.” “Richie, I have no radio or cell phone. I have no way to contact nearby park rangers, or even my future employers at the precinct in town. I need to get someone’s attention to this place.” “Mom,” he shook his head. Trina grit her teeth, staring at her ...
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