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

    though, and he let it free. Drake was gone, and Ahriman was home. He grabbed her by her hair and dragged her to the bench. She was a little thing, probably no more than a hundred pounds, and he had no problem taking her where he wanted her to go. He said, "Turn around and lie down on your back." "Okay," she mumbled and did as he said, the drug sapping her of her conscious will. He stretched her arms above her head and tied a rope around her wrists before securing it to the bench. Then he ran his hands down her sides to her hips. "Do you remember when you said you wanted me to fuck you?" "Yeah." He slapped her hard across the face, and she grunted. "You will refer to me as Ahriman, and you will answer every question or command with 'Yes, Ahriman' or 'No, Ahriman.' Do you understand?" "Yes, Ahriman." Her words were slightly slurred, but the drug was working just as the other said it would. Too bad it dulled pain, though that wouldn't be the case in the morning when it wore off. He took her high heels off, unzipped her dress, and pulled it off. Just as he had expected, the only thing she had on underneath was a lacy black thong. He stripped it from her and tied a rope to each ankle. He attached them to the bench so that her ass was at the end of it and her knees were bent. Then he attached a spreader bar to her thighs just above her knees to keep her legs from closing. "Now, do you still want me to fuck you?" "Yes, Ahriman." He leaned close. "Beg for it." "Please, Ahriman, ...
    please fuck me." "Beg for me to hurt you." "Please, please hurt me, Ahriman." Ahriman sucked in a breath through his teeth and turned to the old woman behind him. "See, Mother, I told you I could find an other who would make a good breeder. Listen to how she begs me for what I really want." The old woman didn't answer, and he didn't expect her to. She hadn't spoken to him in a long time. He stripped his clothes off, carefully folding them and placing them on a nearby table. His cock was throbbing at that point, and though her screams would have made this moment perfect, he would take what he could get. He lined up his eight-inch cock and slammed it into her dry pussy, but she only grunted again and tossed her head weakly. He continued pounding into her until he felt his orgasm approaching, and he thrust into her one last time and held himself deep while he shot stream after stream of cum into her cunt, forcing himself to wait a full minute before pulling out. He carefully cleaned himself off with a towel and took a short whip off the wall. "How many do you think, Mother?" He looked at the old woman, but she gave no indication that she heard him, even though he knew she did. She was just mad at him for bringing her down here, and, truth be told, he was glad she wasn't speaking to him. That way he didn't have to hear her criticize him or humiliate him or threaten him. "I think fifty to start. I definitely want to hear her scream tomorrow, and this will be a start. When the drug ...
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