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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

perfect view of her legs and ass, was forgotten about. Trina focused on this new development. “I’m guessing someone told you incorrect information. Perhaps about good camping spots,” Derrick said. Trina looked the tall man over. He was wearing boots, most of the other men were too, and dark cargo pants and a shirt. He looked to be early 40s, a few years older than Trina. “They suggested this area. A nice waterfall, a lake or two, right? They were mistaken,” Derrick went on. “We can leave. Right now. We’ll leave. It’s no problem,” Trina held up her hands. “No,” Derrick shook his head. Trina focused on her breathing, calming herself, not letting panic set in. She watched a few of the men glance over her body. Another man looked familiar too. “Roger,” Derrick spoke up. “Tie them up.” Roger, not carrying a weapon, reached into a duffle bag, pulling out an assortment of ropes. At this point Richie appeared from the tent. “Mom!” he exclaimed. The only thoughts running through Trina’s head was begging these men not to hurt her son. It wasn’t so much for Richie’s safety, but for theirs. “What’s going on?” he said, looking around, confused. Then one of them hurt Richie. “Shut up!” Derrick yelled. He butted Richie in the gut with his weapon, then swiped him across the head with it. Trina froze. Her heart stopped beating, she stopped breathing, her teeth were clamped shut. She couldn’t act, she couldn’t attack these men, she’d be shot dead if she made any sudden movements. Roger made ... his way to her, pulling her wrists behind her body, grabbing her ass in the process. He pulled out a knife, cutting the rope, making sure the knot was tight. He then pulled at her sports bra from behind, running the blade up the middle, cutting it off her body. Roger, delaying his orders of tying her up, dropped the black material of her sports bra on the ground and reached around to grab a handful of tit. “Roger! Tie them up!” Derrick shouted, shaking his head. Roger obeyed, kneeling down to tie Richie’s hands in the same way. Derrick tossed Roger a piece of black cloth. Roger tied it over Richie’s eyes, covering them. Derrick approached Trina, eyes to her breasts, then her mouth, then finally her eyes. He smiled as he wrapped the cloth around Trina’s head, blindfolding her as well. Derrick tweaked one of Trina’s nipple, then grabbed both breasts. “Let’s head out. Move them to the truck,” Derrick said, ordering his group out. “He’s in command, he’s the leader,” Trina thought, planning her next move. “Come on, to the truck. Shaun will be here in two days. He’ll want to meet our visitors,” Derrick said. “Ah, so he’s not the leader,” Trina thought. “Ok, stay calm, be patient,” she told herself. “Roger, tear the camp down, destroy all traces of them being here, then meet back up at the compound,” Derrick ordered. “Compound?” Trina thought, being led by Roger and another man. “Want us to kill these horses?” the cashier from the store asked. “Oh goodness, no. That’d be mean. We’re ...