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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

forced four fingers into her cunt while viciously twisting her clit. He added his thumb, and she screamed again. He wasn't about to stop this time. Chernobog demanded her pain, and he was going to give it to him. He stretched her out until she was gasping for air and he had worked his knuckles into her. Once that was done, he proceeded to punch fist her cunt until he hit her cervix, wrenching agonizing screams from her each time he did so. He continued to work her clit, and his fist disappeared completely until he was in her past his wrist. She started to gasp, and her screams began to turn to moans. Pleasure wasn't going to happen. Not yet. He released her clit and shoved a finger up her ass. She flinched, but that was all until he added a second and then a third, and then a fourth. At that point, she was screaming again, and as he drew his fingers out, he could see blood on them which only made him harder. He didn't stop, though, and he added his thumb. Her shriek reverberated off the walls of the library, and he stretched her further until his knuckles slid into her back passage. Then he began to punch fuck both holes, but he was able to get much deeper in her ass, and he buried his arm in almost up to the elbow as he viciously pounded her holes, her screams almost making him shoot off in his designer slacks. That was fucking not going to happen, and he sped up his punches until her legs gave out and his forearms up her were the only things holding her up. Then he yanked ... his fists out of her, wrenching one last scream from her, and dropped her to the floor. The arm from her ass was streaked with blood from fingertips to elbow, and she was sobbing uncontrollably, but Chernobog was not satisfied yet. He turned to the wall behind the pedestal and opened two cabinet doors. Behind them was an alcove, draped in black, with the black god's symbol worked in thick, platinum bars hanging on the back wall. Beneath it was a tiny obsidian bowl with a slightly lighter brown interior, a small, obsidian pitcher, and a dagger with a steel blade and an obsidian handle. Chernobog's altar. He picked up the pitcher and washed the blood on his arm into the bowl, using as little water as possible. Kaneez was still crumpled on the floor, and he grabbed her hair and pulled her to her feet. "The bowl must be filled," he said, picking up the dagger. Kaneez whimpered, but stood still. He stood behind her, took her hand, and held it over the bowl. "Keep it there," he said, and he felt her jump when he drew the dagger across his palm, the blood immediately dripping into the bowl. Then he did the same to her, and, to her credit, she only cried out a little. He waited until the bowl was filled, and then he used the combined blood to draw Chernobog's symbol on her back and on both of his forearms. Then he clenched his fist tight and told her to do the same. The blood continued to drip into the bowl, but it soon slowed and then stopped. She breathed a sigh of relief, but he ...