1. Ahriman: The Evolution of a Serial Killer 9


    Date: 7/28/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Anal, Consensual Sex, Cruelty, Discipline, Domination/submission, Extreme, Fisting, Horror, Lactation, Male Domination, Murder, Pregnant, Slavery, Spanking, Torture, Violence, Written by women, Author: gl0771, Rating: 66.7, Source: sexstories.com

    He gently rubbed his hand over Kaneez's swollen belly, stopping with a smile when he felt the life within kick. He slid his hand lower, caressing every inch of her skin until he reached the ring in her clit. The chains had been removed months before as her womb grew too big, but he hooked his finger in the ring and tugged. She groaned, and her head fell back, her long black hair tickling her calves. "Do you want me to fuck you now, my mate?" "Yes, Ahriman," she breathed. "Please, My Lord." They had just finished lunch, and she was kneeling by his chair in the dining room, facing him as he sat. He wrapped his free hand around her back and pulled her between his knees as he shifted to the edge of the chair. Then he raised that hand and snapped his fingers once before standing and pulling her to her feet. He held her close to his chest as he continued to pinch and flick her clit, causing more moans to come from her. Suddenly he stopped and glared at the bitch clearing the table. After nine months in his house, Giolla was still too slow in performing her tasks, and he released Kaneez to backhand his servant across the face, splitting her lip again and causing her to cry out and drop the plate she had been holding. Her eyes went wide with horror as she watched it fall to the hardwood floor and shatter. She immediately dropped to her knees, shaking in terror, and started cleaning up the pieces of china. He pushed Kaneez to the side and grabbed Giolla by the hair, hauling her up ...
    and throwing her face first on the table. "Don't fucking move!" he growled, and then he turned to Kaneez and held out his hand. With a small smile, she undid his belt, slid it out of the loops, and reverently placed it in his hand, already folded over. Giolla was trembling on the table, but she hadn't moved an inch. He turned to her and said, "Kaneez, how many stripes?" "How much was the plate worth, My Lord?" He looked at her and was pleased to see an excited gleam in her eye. "I don't give a fuck about the plate. Giolla is being punished for being slow. I was ready to fuck you over this table, and I know you were ready to be fucked, and she wasn't done clearing it. That is unacceptable, wouldn't you agree?" "Yes, Ahriman. Thirty, My Lord?" "Is that a question, Kaneez?" he said with a frown, and she shuddered. "I want an answer, not a question." "Thirty, My Lord." "Much better. I disagree, however. She has been here long enough to know what is expected of her, but it seems she needs another lesson. It will be fifty this time and sixty the next and so on and so on until she learns. Kneel and watch." Kaneez immediately dropped to her knees and clasped her hands behind her back, her eyes wide and her breathing harsh and fast. Ahriman stared at her for a moment, sucking in his breath at the vision of her enlarged belly and engorged breasts. He reared his arm back and brought the belt down on Giolla's back, wrenching a scream from her. "Count them, Kaneez!" "One, Ahriman!" she ...
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