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

    know where my father is, would you?" The man looked sad. "No, Drake, I'm sorry, I don't." He laid a hand on his shoulder, and then he left. Caught between a desire to laugh and a need to scream, he slowly pulled out onto the road. He watched his rear view mirror until the cruiser did a u-turn and disappeared. Then he smashed the gas pedal to the floorboard again, quickly reaching his original speed and then some, snarling to himself the entire time. He fiercely needed to hurt someone, and for some odd reason, he didn't want it to be Kaneez. He knew that if he went home, she'd let him beat the shit out of her and then fuck her until he was utterly spent, but after her kiss, that held no appeal for him. He was going so fast that he almost missed the other standing on the opposite side of the road, her thumb outstretched. He slammed on his brakes, skidding the tires, and when he was going slow enough, wrenched the wheel until his car was facing toward home. He was a good half mile down the road from the other, but he made his way back toward her, thanking Chernobog for his divine providence. He stopped next to the other and rolled down the passenger window. "Need a ride somewhere?" She was young. Maybe eighteen, but probably not yet, and she gaped at his car and then at him. "Sure, thanks!" she said, and he reached across the seat and opened the door for her. "No problem. Where are you going?" She dropped her head as he pulled away, making sure he kept his speed down this time. ...
    "Nowhere. Anywhere. I don't know." "You don't know where you're going?" He grinned wider at this fortuitous turn of events. "What did you do? Run away from home?" 'Yeah," she said softly, fiddling with her fingers. "Where are you from?" "Podunk nowhere, Kentucky," she said bitterly. "I was trying to get to New York, but two days ago, I was mugged in Lexington, and they took everything, so I started hitching." "Tell you what," he said as they passed the billboard behind which Officer Townsend was waiting for the next speeder. "Why don't you come home with me for a while? I can get you something to eat and let you clean up. Then I'll take you anywhere you want to go." It always amazed him how easily lies slid from his tongue. "Really?" Her eyes lit up. "That's so nice of you. Thank you." "Don't mention it," he said with a grin. It took him twice as long to get back home, and he allowed the rage that had bubbled up because of his father fill him until he had to force himself not to pummel the girl in the car. He pulled up to the house, and she gasped. "Wow! That's your house? You must be really rich, huh?" "Something like that," he said distractedly. His mind was racing with all the things he was going to do to her, and his hands shook when he opened his door. She scrambled out her side, and he gestured toward the house. She walked next to him, and he couldn't help but notice how little she was. She couldn't have been over five feet tall, and he'd guess she was actually shorter ...
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