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

    Lexington, and one each from Indianapolis, Louisville, and Pittsburgh. Only one had a West Virginia city named, and that was Charleston. It was the only thing that made Mother's drum different from the other whores. The two almost empty drums along the back wall had already had Nashville labels on them. He picked up the ancient killing dagger from the shelf and stood in front of the dark-haired whore. He placed the dagger against her throat and fisted his hand in her hair to hold her still. She whimpered, but she had no strength left to fight him. "Beg me not to kill you," he whispered harshly. "Please," she breathed, "please, sir, don't kill me. Please let me go. I won't tell anyone what happened, I promise. Please don't--" Her words were cut off abruptly as he drew the dagger across her throat, her carotid arteries spraying blood all over him. His cock rose as the warm blood dripped from his forehead, down his cheeks and off his chin, from his chest, over his cock and legs, down to his feet, and he sucked in a breath through his teeth. He dropped to his knees in the pool of blood, arms wide, and gave her black soul to Chernobog. Then he stood and moved in front of the other whore. He had thought she was all screamed out, but he was wrong. As soon as her gaze took in his blood-covered form, her eyes went wide, and her scream pounded into his brain until he was rock-hard and pulsing. He didn't give her a chance to beg for her life; he simply slashed her throat, cutting her ...
    scream off like a light, drenching him in more blood. Again, he dropped to his knees and offered her soul to his black god. When he had sawed off their heads, dumped their bodies in the drums, and prepared their heads in their steel boxes, he went to the shower and immediately took himself in hand. As the hot water streamed over him, washing their blood down the drain, he pumped his cock violently, resting his head and forearm on the tile wall. He was hurting himself he was jacking off so hard, but he needed it, and it took only a few minutes before he shot his load against the wall, roaring out his ecstasy. When he could breathe again, he finished cleaning himself. and he had just finished with the last bit of blood in the hallway when he heard Kaneez scream. He dropped everything in the hallway and sprinted up the stairs. He fully expected to see that Giolla had attacked her, but the servant was kneeling beside her, pushing her hair from her sweaty forehead, a concerned look on her face. Kaneez was kneeling in a puddle of fluid, and he grinned. His child was coming. He quickly scooped Kaneez into his arms and carried her to the room he had meticulously set up for this event. He had ordered everything using a dummy account from a cyber cafe in Richmond, and it had been delivered to an empty apartment a month ago. He had paid some stranger three thousand dollars to sign for it and leave. He had then traveled to Richmond and transported it all back home. The room now looked like ...
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