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

    than that. He was about to unlock the door when he turned to her. "How old are you?" She pulled herself up straight. "Eighteen," she said, her eyes daring him to doubt her. "I know I'm little, but I really am eighteen. I had my birthday last week. My folks tried to tell me I couldn't leave home, but I said I was an adult, and I was going no matter what they said." He smiled. He didn't really care, but he also didn't want anyone looking for a missing child. If she was eighteen, the police wouldn't look for her as hard as they would have if she was younger. He unlocked the door and stepped inside. She followed, and he armed the security system. Her eyes were wide as she tried to take in everything at once. He moved around her and called out, "Kaneez! Come and meet someone!" Bare footsteps slapped on the hardwood floor from the direction of the library, and he put his hands lightly on the other's shoulders. The little one sucked in a breath and tensed when Kaneez came around the corner in all her naked glory. His mate opened her mouth and then closed it again quickly. "You may speak," he said, his hands tightening slightly. "Who is this, My Lord?" The other twisted her head around to look up at him. "My Lord? What is this place? Why is she naked?" He ignored the other. "This is the newest addition to our household, Kaneez. She will be taking your place downstairs." The other tried to pull away, but he wrapped his arm around her throat and pulled it tight. "Hold still," he ...
    hissed in her ear, and then he smiled at Kaneez who looked like she wanted to ask another question. The other struggled, but he simply pulled tighter until she went limp. He checked her pulse, and when he felt it beating strongly, he dropped her to the floor and stepped over her to Kaneez. He ran his hands up and down her arms, and she looked at him with tears in her eyes. "From now on, my mate," he said, "you may ask me anything you wish as long as you show me the proper respect." "Why, Ahriman?" she whispered. "Did Kaneez do something wrong, My Lord? Is My Lord replacing Kaneez?" "No," he said softly, staring down at her. "You are my mate, the mother of my children, and I cannot hurt you and keep you healthy at the same time. This other's place is simply to satiate my need for pain and Chernobog's need for blood." She smiled brightly through her tears, and he felt his chest twist again. "Is she a black soul, My Lord? Is she to be sacrificed to Chernobog?" "I think not," he said, forcing himself to release her and step back. "I think I would like to turn her into a servant so that when you are large with my child, you will not be burdened with such mundane tasks as laundry and cooking, and afterwards, when the child is born, you can spend all your time making sure it and I have everything we need. Do you understand?" "Yes, Ahriman," she said with another smile. Then she quickly kissed his cheek before standing still with her hands behind her back. He covered his cheek with his ...
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