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

    items that interested her the most – a box of grenades and a rocket launcher. “I’m sure Shaun would’ve received a large payday for selling these,” Trina whispered, grabbing a large box of grenades, leaving a few others in the weapon shack. She set them outside and retrieved the rocket launcher and a single rocket. She wheeled an oil drum into the weapons shack, removed the cap and tipped it over. Trina rolled the drum out toward the center of the compound until all the oil was poured out in a path to the weapons shack. She repeated the process to two buildings on the opposite side of the compound, creating a puddle of oil, rolling the drum out into the open compound area until its contents were empty. Trina poured gasoline on the outside of those buildings and all around the inside of the garage. She next emptied three gas cans all over the truck she and Richie were taken in along all with two others. There was a fourth truck she left alone, seeing it was unlocked, she set the small boxes of grenades in the passenger side seat. She put a final gas can on the floor in front of that seat. Roger was making too much noise now, coughing, struggling to talk. He was limping out of the garage toward the exit. “Oh no, no, no. Not yet Roger,” Trina whispered. Still naked, she walked toward him, grabbing him by the arm, pulling him along toward the meth lab where she found Richie. Opening the door, she pushed Roger inside. She was out of gasoline and oil. Trina decided to use a ...
    grenade to start her act of vengeance. Heading back to the truck, she grabbed a grenade and made her way back to the lab. Someone was blocking her way back. Trina recognized him as one of the hugely muscular men from her and Richie’s campsite. “Oh great,” she said, the man charging at her. Trina ducked and rolled away from him. He quickly lunged at her, grabbing her arm, swinging her around and tossing her against the meth lab door. She ducked when his fist came toward her head, his hand busting through the thin wood. Trina ducked once more, avoiding another blow. The man caught her again and flung her against it, causing her to crash through it. The man entered the lab, Trina scurrying about, avoiding his fits and legs. Roger stood, begging the man to help him. He was backhanded almost clear across the lab for his trouble. “In here!” Trina heard more men approaching from outside. “Ok time to start the party early,” she said, moving and ducking more blows. The man grabbed her, picked her up over his head, spinning her around. She was still clinging to a grenade. “Sorry Roger!” As the man threw Trina toward the cheaply constructed window at the front of the lab, she pulled the pin on the grenade, tossing it to the back of the lab. She flew through the window, glass cutting her legs, sides, and arms. Trina landed and rolled away as fast she could. The meth lab exploded, sending her and two men back toward the truck. She landed with a thud against the side, going to her knees. Trina ...
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