1. Ahriman: The Evolution of a Serial Killer 8


    Date: 7/27/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Blowjob, Bondage and restriction, Consensual Sex, Cruelty, Cum Swallowing, Domination/submission, Extreme, Hardcore, Horror, Male Domination, Oral Sex, Slavery, Stockholm Syndrome, Torture, Violence, Written by women, Author: gl0771, Rating: 90.6, Source: sexstories.com

    The speedometer was just inching past one hundred miles an hour when the sirens and lights started up behind him. "Fucking hell!" he snarled as he slowed down and pulled off onto the shoulder of the road. He shut off the car and reached into the glove box to get out the paperwork he knew the officer would ask for, and then he rolled down his window and waited. He wasn't worried; he was just irritated. A few minutes later, he saw a large policeman get out of the cruiser and walk toward his window, right hand on the butt of his gun. Before the man even got there, he already had everything in his hand and he held it out silently. The officer took it with a small smile, relaxing slightly. "Guess I don't have to tell you that you were speeding, huh?" "No," he said simply, his voice frigid. The officer looked at his license first. "Drake Atherton. Hey, aren't you Dale Atherton's boy?" "Yes." "What a small world! I knew your dad back in the day. Has to have been fifteen years since I seen him last." That interested him, and he turned to look at the officer. "Fourteen. It's been that long since I've seen him, too. He took off when I was six." The cop frowned. "Sorry to hear that. I didn't know." He clenched his hands on the wheel. "Few people did." "How's your mom doing? Haven't seen her in a long while, either." "She's been sick. Housebound. I'm taking care of her." That earned an approving grunt. "Wish I could say the same for most sons. Look, let me run your license, and I'll be ...
    right back, 'kay?" He just nodded, and the officer went back to his cruiser. Talk of his father had his blood boiling. If he ever found the bastard, he'd kill him slowly and extremely painfully. It was just after he walked out that Mother had started hurting him, blaming him for his father's departure. For years he'd believed her and blamed himself, but finally, he realized that Dale Atherton just couldn't live with the evil bitch he had married. He didn't hate his father for leaving; he hated him for leaving him behind. He seethed as he waited, but when the officer came back, he forced himself to calm down, at least on the outside. "Well, Drake," he said, handing back the paperwork, "I'd love to let you off with a warning, but you were going twice the speed limit. I'm afraid I have to give you a ticket." "That's all right, officer. I understand completely." As the officer wrote the ticket, he said, "Can I give you some advice, son?" He wanted to clench his fists at the word 'son,' but he just said, "Sure." "Whatever's pissing you off, you need to slow down your driving, or you'll kill yourself or someone else." "Got it," he said, holding in a laugh. If the poor fool only knew. "Okay, then." The cop held out the ticket, and he took it, putting it in the glove box with everything else. "Take it easy, and slow down. A lot." He started to turn toward his car. "Officer..." He looked at the man's badge. "...Townsend? May I ask you a question?" "Go ahead." "You wouldn't happen to ...
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