Ahriman: The Evolution of a Serial Killer 1 - Sex Stories

Sex Stories, Erotic Stories, Porn Stories, XNXX Stories, Adult Stories, XXX Stories

Sex Stories Categories: Fiction, Blowjob, Anal, Consensual Sex, Oral Sex, Cum Swallowing, Fantasy, Incest, Hardcore, First Time, Dark Fantasy, Young, Group Sex, True Story, Romance, Masturbation, Domination/submission, Male/Female, Teen Male/Teen Female, Written by women, Teen, Erotica, Lesbian, Mature, Bi-sexual, BDSM, Exhibitionism, Virginity, Taboo, Humiliation, Female/Female, Cheating, Reluctance, Male/Teen Female, Rape, Threesome, Bondage and restriction, Gay, School, Voyeurism, Non-consensual sex, Cruelty, Love Poems, Violence, Teen Male / Female, Ass to mouth, Coercion, Wife, Male / Females, Job/Place-of-work,

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

on television. "What do you think, Mother? Did you enjoy that as much as I did?" His voice started soft, but as he continued, it grew louder and harsher. "Did you like hearing her screams as much as you liked hearing mine?" He turned his naked back to her. "Do you think her scars will look like mine, Mother!? What do you think!?" Again, there was no answer, and his fury grew. He couldn't hurt Mother, but he could hurt the cunt hanging from his ceiling. He stalked to the sink and grabbed a bottle of rubbing alcohol off the shelf above It. Walking back in front of the bitch, he was upset to see her eyes closed. He had been so caught up in the whipping that he hadn't realized she had passed out. He felt for her pulse on her neck, and it was strong, so he slapped her face hard. She didn't move. He slapped her again, splitting her lip. Again, she didn't move. He screamed his rage at the silent, empty air around him and twisted the top off the bottle. Her shoulders were even with his, so he didn't have to reach far to upend the bottle so that the pungent liquid flowed down her back. If she'd been awake, her shrieks would probably have brought him to climax again, but she remained unconscious. Oh, well. At least the cuts wouldn't get infected. He used the entire bottle, washing most of the blood and cum onto the floor. More oozed out of the wounds after the bottle was empty, however, and he left that blood there. Tomorrow, he'd wash it off, after it had dried. He threw the bottle ... and the cap in the trash can next to the sink and hooked up a hose to the faucet. He turned on the water and aimed the nozzle at the mess on the floor. For the next five minutes, he washed everything down the drain. When there was nothing left, he shut off the water, dried the drops of water that had hit his legs, and dressed himself, making sure everything was perfect. He released the ropes from the eye bolts on the floor just long enough to turn Liz around, and then he tied her down again. He wanted Mother to be the first thing she saw when she opened her eyes the next morning, and he wanted Mother to see what he had accomplished. He kissed the wrinkled cheek once more, adjusted her blanket, and stood straight and tall. "Good night, Mother. I hope you have a pleasant night." Then he left the room and walked up three flights of stairs to his bedroom. He grabbed a remote and pressed a button. A wall of televisions lit up, and as he pressed more buttons, images came to life. From there, he could watch everything that went on in the basement. At that moment, though, Mother wasn't moving, and neither was the cunt hanging from his ceiling. He set the remote on his nightstand and went to take a shower. Once he was standing under the hot spray, he closed his eyes and ran the past few hours through his mind. He would watch the video later, probably tomorrow, but for now, the memories were enough, and his hand strayed to his cock, stroking it slowly until it was hard, and then he sped ...