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

    breathed, and he looked at her again. Her eyes were blazing, and her lips were parted as her breast heaved. He grinned sadistically and swung the belt again, the crash of leather against skin and Giolla's escalating screams causing his cock to rise against his slacks. "Two, Ahriman!" His own breath became ragged, and on the tenth strike, Giolla's screams unending now, Kaneez counted it out with a gasp at the end. He looked at her, and she was trembling. He squatted down in front of her and instantly smelled her arousal. His nostrils flaring, he slid one finger over her nipples, and she shuddered as she bit her lip. He trailed the finger down her chest, over his child, and pushed her knees apart. She obeyed without hesitation. He could feel the heat coming from her cunt, and he teased her by barely skimming his finger over her clit. She cried out, and he caught his breath. "Do you want me to fuck you, Kaneez?" "Yesss, Ahriman," she ground out, forcing herself to hold still and not buck her hips toward his hand. "Beg me for it," he whispered, moving his hand to her inner thighs. "Please, My Lord, please fuck Kaneez. Please let Kaneez cum all over My Lord's cock! Please let Kaneez cover it with hot, sticky cum, My Lord!" He pulled his hand away and stood up. "No." He grinned when she moaned in disappointment and frustration. "But you will play with yourself. However, you will not cum. You know that is reserved for me and me alone. Keep yourself on the edge, and your climax ...
    will be all that much better, I promise you." Her hands immediately went to her nipples and her cunt. He watched as she slid her two middle fingers into her wet snatch as her thumb made slow circles on her clit. She moaned as her eyes started to slide closed. "Watch and count, Kaneez!" he snapped, and her eyes flew open. "Now," he said, standing behind Giolla who was sobbing into the table, "where were we?" "Ten, My Lord," she gasped as she drew her hands away from herself. "You're fucking close, aren't you my mate?" "Fuck, yes, Ahriman." He gestured to her hands. "Don't stop too long. On the edge until I finish." "Yes, Ahriman." Her hands moved back, but she kept her motions fairly slow. He took his time with the forty remaining lashes, and, to her credit, Kaneez counted out each and every one of them, even though the last ten numbers were bare whispers as her body shook violently with the effort of holding back her climax. Giolla, on the other hand, was unconscious and limp on the table, her back, ass, thighs, and calves a gruesome map of old scars, welts in various stages of healing, and fifty new, bright red stripes. His cock was throbbing painfully by the time he was done, but he owed Kaneez a reward for holding off for him. He leisurely returned his belt to his slacks but left it undone. He squatted down in front of her again. "Hands off," he said, and she dropped her hands to her sides. "On your back, feet on the floor." She was breathing so rapidly he thought she might ...
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