1. Ahriman: The Evolution of a Serial Killer 3


    Date: 7/21/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Anal, Blowjob, Body modification, Bondage and restriction, Cruelty, Cum Swallowing, Enema, Extreme, Hardcore, Horror, Incest, Male Domination, Slavery, Torture, Violence, Written by women, Author: gl0771, Rating: 80, Source: sexstories.com

    one focused on Kaneez's ass. He could see her tremble as she fought the desire to expel the water, and he slowly stroked himself through his pants as he prepared the food. He rubbed faster when she cried out and shook violently; he assumed it was another cramp. He didn't want to cum, though, so he forced his hand away from his crotch. His eyes flickered back and forth between his preparations and the screen, and in what seemed a few seconds to him but would have been an eternity for her, the timer went off, and she jumped off the bench and raced to the toilet. Before she got there, he turned off the monitor, put the food in the oven, and went back to the basement. He watched the monitor outside the door until he knew she was done relieving herself, and then he punched in the code. When he entered, she was washing her hands. Her entire body was trembling, and it seemed as if her knees might buckle at any moment. He moved behind her and pulled her hair back from her face. He held it as if it were a ponytail, and he whispered in her ear, "Good girl. You have done well after your punishments. Now, for this next part, I will give you a choice. If you can be still and not fight me, I will leave you untied, but if you can't, you will be shackled again. What is your choice? "I will not fight you, My Lord. Please don't tie me up again." "Hmm. We'll see." He stayed behind her and led her to a different bench. This one had a back that he raised up, and he told her to sit with her legs ...
    straddling the bench. She did so gingerly, wincing when her welts hit the vinyl. "Put your hands behind the bench and clasp them together," he said, and again, she did so without question. He got the equipment he needed and set it on the table next to the bench. Her eyes went wide with fear, but she said nothing. He straddled the bench as well, facing her. "Don't worry," he said. "This shouldn't hurt too much." He put surgical gloves on and grabbed her left nipple with the clamp. She gasped and squirmed slightly, but when he locked gazes with her, she stilled and bit her bottom lip. He took the needle out of the wrapper and slowly slid it into her skin just where her nipple met her areola. She cried out but didn't move. He watched her eyes as he attached a barbell to the needle and slowly pulled it through her nipple, settling the shield firmly on the areola. She flinched, but that was all. He repeated the process with her right nipple, and she barely reacted. When he was done, he stood up and studied her. He suppressed a giggle. The shields were in the form of a mouth full of teeth, and it looked like her nipples were about to bitten off. He attached a ring to each barbell, and they hung down to the bottom of the shields. He applied alcohol to each nipple and said, "You need to keep these clean, or they will get infected. Do you understand?" "Yes, Ahriman," she breathed, and he thought he heard pleasure in her voice. He gently tweaked one piercing, and she gasped. "I've heard ...
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