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

    hands and walked out of the room, never looking back. He felt that the time in the ritual room had broken her completely. For the past two months, she had been obeying without hesitation. That turned him on almost as much as the screams and the blood. Not quite, but almost. Still, he wanted to see if he was right about her. He wanted to see if she was truly his property now. He walked upstairs, and he felt rather than heard her follow him. Summertime was rapidly turning into autumn, and the fire blazed in the huge fireplace in the living room. Leading her into the kitchen, he asked, "Can you cook?" "Yes, Ahriman," she said submissively. "Good. Everything you need should be here. Fix breakfast while I get your surprise ready." "What would My Lord like?" "I'm not picky about my food, Kaneez. Make whatever you like." "Yes, Ahriman." He left her there, knowing full well that she had access to knives and other potentially dangerous items, but that was what this test was about. He wanted to see what she would do. He had no fear about her overpowering him or escaping. He was close to twice her weight and six inches taller than her, and the security system on the house prevented any exterior door or window from opening without entering a code on one of the scores of pads that were located everywhere around the house. Entering the library, he inhaled deeply, breathing in the scents of old books, leather, and brandy. Mother had never let him in this room, but once she couldn't stop ...
    him, he had spent hours and hours in here. He had never gone to school, but Mother had given him his lessons, and once he sent her soul to Chernobog, he read everything he could get his hands on, and he remembered most of what he read. It was the red, leather-bound book that he wanted Kaneez to understand, however: his bible. It was reverently displayed on a mahogany reading pedestal, and it was already turned to the page that showed Chernobog and explained who he was. He stood by the book, running his fingers softly over the image of the black god. It showed him in his full glory: muscular with huge bat's wings tipped with dagger-sharp claws. The same claws tipped his fingers. His head, with its six horns, his arms, and his legs were encased in armor, and his tail ended in a spike. His cock was monstrously big, and a naked woman was impaled on the end of it as he was stomping his way through a mass of naked others. Although the image was in black and white, Ahriman could see in his mind the red of the blood as heads were crushed and bodies were impaled on the black god's claws. These were the dark souls that he sent to his god, doomed to eternal life and torment in Chernobog's domain. He felt himself stiffen as he drank in the vision of his god, and he slowly rubbed himself through the fabric of his black Marni trousers before dropping to his knees, spreading his arms wide, and bowing his head. He said nothing, and Chernobog said nothing to him, but he stayed in that position, ...
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