1. Ahriman: The Evolution of a Serial Killer 1


    Date: 7/20/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Bondage and restriction, Cruelty, Drug, Extreme, Horror, Male/Female, Masturbation, Rape, Torture, Violence, Written by women, Author: gl0771, Rating: 87.5, Source: sexstories.com

    He took one last look around the room and decided it was ready. He was ready. Mother was ready. It was time. He left the house, making sure to arm the security system. He knew that Mother wouldn't try to go anywhere--she couldn't move without his help now--but he had to keep the others out. If they got in and saw the room, they wouldn't understand. Mother understood, though. She had practically told him how to furnish it. Pulling out of the drive onto the main road, he checked his mirrors often to reassure himself that the others weren't following. The twenty mile drive into the city took him a quarter of an hour, and he smoothly pulled his black Ferrari into the parking lot of the club. He looked into the mirror one last time and smiled. It was the smile the others expected from anyone they met in a place like this, but it went no deeper than the muscles of his mouth and cheeks. Try as he might, he couldn't make the smile reach his eyes. Mother had done that to him. Made him into a freak that the others didn't understand. The thought of actually going inside the club made him cringe, but he knew that the other he was looking for would be there. He took a deep breath, composed his face into something the others would find attractive, and exited his car. He had parked on the far edge of the lot, away from any other cars and underneath the streetlight he had broken the night before. Even though there would be a lot of others inside, the lot was still only half full. He knew ...
    her schedule, though, and she always came to the club on Friday nights, and she always left with one of the others. This night, however, she would leave with him. Entering the club, the first thing he noticed was the noise. He liked certain kinds of noise, but not this kind--the deep pounding of the music, the imbecilic chatter of the others, the discordant laughter that burst out at various times. He didn't like the noise, but he showed the others the face they expected and forced himself to walk to the bar. It was not the first time he had had to do it. He leaned against the bar and gave the other behind it his best smile. She returned it with a fluttering of her eyelids, and he knew he was doing it right. "What can I get you?" she asked, her gaze raking over his body from his Versace button-down to his Saint Laurent skinny leather trousers to his Testoni shoes--all in black, of course. Only the others wore those gaudy colors. "Gin and tonic, please," he said casually, barely glancing at her again as he turned his back to the bar and rested his arms on the top of it. Let her look. He wasn't interested in her. "Right away," she said, and within moments the drink was at his elbow. "Thank you," he said, pleased that Mother's etiquette lessons were indeed working. "Tell me, have you seen someone in here tonight? She has long black hair that she usually wears up, she's about your height, and she usually has two others with her." The bartender's eyes narrowed. "Why are you asking?" ...
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