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

    hand, his brow furrowed, and then he said, "Go back to whatever you were doing, Kaneez. I will take care of the other. You may join us later if you wish." "Yes, Ahriman." She disappeared back toward the library, and he picked up the other. She weighed next to nothing, and he easily carried her to what he now thought of as her room. He left the door open to see if Kaneez would join him. He stripped her clothes from her, wrinkling his nose at the smell of days old body odor, and strung her up, tying her ankles down. He thought about getting another set of collar and cuffs, but then rejected the idea. Just as Kaneez's jewelry would make her stand out as superior to this chit, so would her shackles. This other would get only ropes and chains. He stripped and turned on the hose, and she jerked awake when the cold water hit her. She cried out and tried to get away from the flow, but to no avail. He got the brush and soap, and her cries turned to screams when he began scrubbing her down roughly. She really stank, and he didn't let up until the only smell he detected was that of the soap. He rinsed the brush, put it away, and turned off the water. The other hung there crying and shivering. "Why are you doing this to me?" she whimpered. He slapped her across the face, and she screamed. His cock started to rise. "You will not speak," he said softly, and he was shocked when she clamped her mouth shut and nodded her head. "Let me explain the situation to you. You are my servant now. You ...
    cannot escape, and I will never let you go. You have two purposes in life from now on: to keep this house spotless and to make sure my mate and I are never in need of anything, and to be the object of my need to cause pain and for Chernobog's desire for blood. Not so much so that you die, you understand, for then I would just have to train another servant, and I don't want to do that." She nodded again, and when she tried to look at him, he slapped her again. "You will not make eye contact with me or my mate. You will learn all that is necessary to keep this house running smoothly, and you will do it quickly. If you do not, you will be punished, and believe me, I will take great pleasure in it. Know, however, that it will not only be punishment that causes pain. Right now, for instance, I am still fucking furious because of that fucking cop, and you are going to receive the consequences of my wrath." He stepped to the wall and chose a thin whip. "Feel free to scream, for you will, I promise you." He brought the whip down across her back, and she did indeed scream, loudly. His cock responded as a few beads of blood oozed out of the welt. Again, he brought it down, this time across her ass, and her scream grew louder. Almost without pause, he whipped her from shoulders to feet, front and back. She screamed until she lost her voice, and his cock was throbbing by the time his arm tired. His back was to the door, and he grasped his shaft and started pumping it. He tensed when he ...
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