1. Ahriman: The Evolution of a Serial Killer 7


    Date: 7/26/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Cruelty, Death, Domination/submission, Extreme, Fisting, Hardcore, Horror, Male Domination, Murder, Slavery, Stockholm Syndrome, Torture, Violence, Written by women, Author: gl0771, Rating: 84.6, Source: sexstories.com

    The whores lasted two months. Two months of magnificent screams and coppery blood and sublime fucking of Kaneez. He was careful to inflict only wounds on them that were not life-threatening in and of themselves. He fed them the same porridge Kaneez ate, and they amazed him with their will to live. He taunted them with the idea that he would one day let them go, and they believed him. It was the culmination of two months of daily torture that eventually killed them. In all that time, he had no dreams, at least not that he remembered. It was glorious, and by the time he slit their throats, cut off and prepared their heads, stuffed the whores in their drums, and lined them up with the others, he felt better than he ever had. He thought that part of it was because he kept Mother out of Kaneez's room. He made Kaneez watch every second of his treatment of the whores, and fucked her numerous times each day, usually while they were both dripping with wet, hot, sticky blood, up against the wall or on the floor of the ritual room. He still locked her in her room when he wasn't using her, but with the whores available, he felt little desire to hurt her. He subjected the whores to the caning and belting and blood-letting. He had found that he immensely enjoyed the feeling of Kaneez's inner walls clamping down on his cock as she rode out her orgasm, and he did everything he could to bring her to climax while he was buried in her pussy or ass. He still tied her up and pounded her until ...
    she cried out in pain, but he made sure to mix pleasure with it, much as Mother had for so many years. No, he didn't want to think about that! The morning after the whores' black souls were sent to the black god, he woke from yet another dreamless sleep, stretching his arms above his head and grinning as he stepped into the shower. Today was the day to test his theory. After dressing, he went down to the basement and watched the monitor for a few moments. Kaneez was cleaning herself, and he could see the enema tube sticking out of her ass. He had had to whip her only once for not taking care of that herself, and since then, she made sure to have one every morning. He went upstairs, started a fire, and stood in the backyard, waiting, so that she could finish up, and after fifteen minutes, he returned to her room. She was kneeling naked in the middle of the floor, waiting for him. She sat straight and tall, her eyes on the door and her shoulders back, and her hands were clasped behind her back. Her breasts jutted out in this position, and the jewelry in them glittered in the artificial light. When he opened the door and stepped inside, she didn't move. She just stared at him. He walked to her, ran his hand over her damp hair, and then pulled her to her feet. His fingertips explored her shoulders, her back, her hips, everywhere except where she wanted him to touch. "I have a surprise for you," he said, staring into her eyes as her pupils dilated. "Come with me." He dropped his ...
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