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

    you cum again and again and again?" She only whimpered, and he slammed his free hand down on her upraised ass leaving a beautiful red imprint of his palm. "Answer me, Kaneez!" he snapped. "Please don't, My Lord," she said so softly he barely heard her. He spanked her again on the other cheek. "Why not? Does it hurt too much? Do you not like it?" He continued sliding his four fingers in and out of her. "Tell me, Kaneez. Why?" "Because, My Lord, Kaneez will probably faint with another climax." "Is that all?" he laughed. "That's not a good enough reason." He added his thumb and shoved until his fist was buried in her ass, wrenching a cry from her. He slid his arm deeper until it was in to the elbow, and then he pulled it out forcefully to his wrist. He knew she was enjoying it when she moaned loudly. He jammed it back in all the way and slammed his free hand down on her ass time and again, reddening it and causing her to scream. He continued beating her until he saw bruises forming, and then he slid his stinging hand down to her clit and flicked it ruthlessly. He continued to punch fist her bowels until he felt her start to shake, and then he stilled deep within her and viciously twisted her clit. She screamed as her ass clenched his forearm, and her entire body shook with the strength of her climax. True to her words, the scream died down into a groan, and even that died as she passed out cold. He pulled his arm out of her and laid her on her side. He kissed her temple and ...
    went to the bathroom to clean up. He had work to do, and he desperately hoped Giolla stayed unconscious until he was done because he really wanted to punish her again for not cleaning up the mess in the dining room. After his shower, he stayed naked and went to the basement. He walked past Giolla's room to the ritual room, his bare feet slapping on the concrete floor. He unlocked the door and stood looking at the two whores hanging from the ceiling. They both had their eyes on him, and the dark-haired one whimpered softly. The room had changed in the last nine months, and those changes pleased him to no end. Eight more drums had been added to the eight that had been there when Giolla joined their household. Two had steel boxes on top of them, and the others all had desiccated, plastic-coated heads on blankets. Mother was one of them now. She no longer got special treatment; she was just another whore, and it was only her salt and pepper hair that made her stand out in anyway from the others. After giving two souls at once to Chernobog, he had found out quickly that one whore at a time didn't satisfy him anymore, and so each time a sacrifice was required, it was always two at once. Like the two here now. He had added something else to the drums. He had discovered that Kaneez had a wonderful talent for calligraphy, and she had made him labels for the drums in beautiful copperplate. They read as follows: four from Cincinnati, two each from Columbus, Richmond, Knoxville, and ...
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