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

    silently waiting, until he sensed Kaneez at the library door. He lifted his head and looked at her. She was standing in the open doorway, her hands behind her back and her eyes on him, waiting just as he was. He stood up, ran his fingers over the image again, and walked past her without a word. She followed immediately, and he sat down at the dining room table. She went to the kitchen and brought back a plate of pancakes, bacon, and eggs along with a glass of milk. She set them on the table, and stepped back, but he grabbed her arm, pulling her close. "Good girl. But where is yours?" "Still in the kitchen, My Lord. I didn't think Ahriman would want Kaneez to eat in here with him." "You thought wrong. Bring your food here." "Yes, Ahriman." She left the room and immediately returned with her own plate and glass. He pointed to the floor by his chair, and she knelt down, placing the food in front of her on the floor. "Eat," he said simply and began to do the same. "Yes, Ahriman," she answered meekly. Occasionally during the meal, he reached down and caressed her hair. He finished before she did, and he turned his chair so that she was between his feet. When she was done, he asked, "Do you know where the library is?" "No, Ahriman," she replied, her eyes on his. He stood up. "Get these dishes cleaned, and I'll show you." "Yes, Ahriman." She immediately gathered up the dishes and took them to the kitchen. He heard water running, and five minutes later, she came out and stood in the ...
    doorway. He crooked his finger, and she walked to him. He pulled her in front of him and rested his arms on her shoulders. He slid his pinkies into her nipple rings, and pushed her forward with his hips. He pulled on the rings as they walked, and at first, she gasped, but as he stretched them out further, her gasp turned into a whimper which turned into a cry. By the time they reached the library, she was sobbing, and his cock was hard. As they stood in the doorway, he didn't release the rings, but he moved around to her front, crossing his arms and pulling her into the room. He shifted his grip so that the thumb and pinkie of his right hand were holding the nipple rings, and he dropped his left hand to her clit. He grabbed the chain and pulled sharply. She let out a small scream and quickly moved with him toward the book. He stopped when she was in front of the pedestal, and he released the rings and moved behind her. "Read it," he said as he wrapped his arms around her, one hand pinching her nipples and the other her clit. "Yes, Ahriman," she whispered, and as she read, he savagely twisted her pierced buds, causing her to scream even as she tried to keep her eyes on the book. "This is our black god, Kaneez. This is the one who demands pain and blood. Today, it will be your pain and our blood. Today, you will be his as much as I am." He slid his hand down her belly and then pulled her hips back violently. She cried out again, but the cry soon turned into another scream as he ...
«1234...6»