1. Ahriman: The Evolution of a Serial Killer 2


    Date: 7/20/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Bondage and restriction, Cruelty, Cum Swallowing, Extreme, Hardcore, Horror, Incest, Masturbation, Rape, Slavery, Torture, Violence, Written by women, Author: gl0771, Rating: 81.8, Source: sexstories.com

    Then he grinned. "Not that you will be able to do anything, strapped down like that. But believe me, Mother loves to hear screams." He turned his back to her and was pleased when she sucked in a breath. "She heard my screams when she did this to me, and now she will hear your screams--your screams of pain and your screams of pleasure. Someday they may become one and the same." He took the cane to the sink and carefully cleaned and sterilized it before hanging it on the wall. Then he washed his hands in the sink and collected his clothing, frowning deeply at the footprint on his six hundred-dollar shirt. After he had Kaneez trained, she would definitely be doing the laundry, but for now, it fell on his shoulders. Before he left the room, he gave Mother a brief kiss on her cheek and told her to enjoy the view. The door shut behind him, and he looked at the monitor. He hit a few buttons so that it was set for the camera that was aimed at the bench, and he saw that Kaneez was already trying to fight against the first orgasm that her body would force from her. He continued to watch until her body shuddered, and she let out a pitiful wail. She obviously hadn't wanted to cum, but the stimulation of her clit and pussy gave her no choice. Ahriman chuckled and walked upstairs to clean up. He dumped his clothes in the hamper and turned on all the television sets in his bedroom. He turned the sound up all the way on the one that showed Kaneez, however. She had turned her head away from ...
    Mother, and he could see her start to shake as she fought the response of her body. He stepped into the shower and was thrilled that he could still hear her gasps and moans. He washed himself carefully, leaving his cock for last. He stroked himself to hardness and suddenly felt the intense need for his own dose of pain. He left the shower, dried off, and went to his bedroom. He took a riding crop, two belts, and a special length of twine from the top drawer of his dresser. He looped the end of the string around his cock and tightened it just underneath the head. He tied the other end to the door knob. He stepped backwards toward the bed and strapped his thighs to the post of the bed with one belt and his chest to it with the other. He took the crop in his right hand and brought the keeper down on his rigid cock. "I know you like pain, you little fuck!" he yelled, bringing it down again. "Don't you dare get your filth on my floor, you little shit!" The crop came down again and again and again as Mother's words came from his mouth until he was about to cum, and then he dropped the crop and grabbed his cock, violently pumping it, rubbing the welts until tears came to his eyes. When he came, he threw his head back and cried out, "You sick fuck! You filthy, disgusting pig!" Stream after stream of hot, white cream shot from his cock. As the last bit dribbled from the tip, he untied the twine and undid the belts. Then he fell back onto the bed, breathing heavily but with a huge grin ...
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