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 smiled at her disarmingly, and she relaxed. "I noticed her the last few Fridays, and I was just hoping to get a chance to talk to her tonight." "Well," she simpered, "it sounds like it could be Liz. She's a regular on Fridays, but I haven't seen her yet tonight." "I'll just wait here, then, if that's all right with you. Maybe I'll catch her when she comes in." "That'll be just fine, uh...I didn't catch your name." That's because I didn't give it, you moron! He tamped down what he wanted to say and instead, he held out his hand like Mother had taught him. "Drake." It wasn't his real name, of course, but it was close enough. Drake meant Dragon, and that was close. No other got to know his real name. When she took his hand, he suppressed the urge to snatch it back and wipe it off with the black handkerchief in his pocket. "I'm Samantha," she said, holding onto his hand much longer than necessary. He felt the bile rise in his throat as he waited for her to release him. When she did, she looked at the door and smiled. "Oh, look. There's Liz now." His head swiveled toward the door, and he saw her. His heart rate sped up, and, had it been light enough for anyone to see, they would have noticed his pupils dilate so that his eyes looked almost as black as his clothing. As expected, she was in the company of two others, garish women who didn't interest him in the least. The three were laughing with each other, and then she looked up, caught his gaze, and smiled. He knew it! He knew ...
    she was the one! He smiled back as she studied him, completely ignoring her companions. One of them said something to her, and she answered, but her eyes never left him. He took a sip of his drink and stared at her with a feral look. Her smile dimmed, but she still brushed off the others and walked toward him. He didn't move until she stopped in front of him, and then the only thing that moved was his head as he took in her blood red strapless dress that barely covered her breasts and came to just below her ass cheeks. He knew from previous visits that if she bent over, she would display everything she had to offer, usually clad in the skimpiest of black panties. Tonight, she would be offering it to him. And he would take it and more. "Hi, there," she said, her voice smooth and deep. It went straight to his groin, but he just stared at her. "My name is Liz. What's yours?" Ahriman. She would learn that name soon enough, but it was not to be said outside of the house. Out loud, he said, "Drake. Can I buy you a drink?" "Sure," she said, leaning her elbows on the bar. "Sam, Vodka straight up." He turned toward her and sipped his gin. "I've been watching you," he said softly. She glanced at him with another smile. "You and every other guy in this place," she said lightly. She ran her hands down her sides and her hips. "I don't dress like this accidentally, you know. I like guys to look..." She shrugged as Samantha gave her the drink. "...and maybe touch." "Maybe?" he asked. "How ...
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