1. Ahriman: The Evolution of a Serial Killer 6


    Date: 7/25/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Blowjob, Bondage and restriction, Cum Swallowing, Drug, Extreme, Horror, Male Domination, Slavery, Stockholm Syndrome, Torture, Violence, Written by women, Author: gl0771, Rating: 75, Source: sexstories.com

    When he woke up, the clock showed almost eleven o'clock, and he sat up, running his hands over his chest. There was no sweat, his heart rate was slow and steady, and he hadn't dreamt at all. Six hours of blissful, dreamless sleep, and he knew Chernobog was appeased. The blood of the bitch downstairs had indeed kept the nightmares away. He got out of bed, dropped to his knees, spread his arms, and bowed his head. "Thank you, black god. Your thirst for blood will never again be denied." He got up, showered, dressed in his usual black, and went downstairs to the kitchen. He made himself bacon and eggs and toast even while preparing porridge for the bitch. It was the same porridge Mother had fed him every day until he slit her throat, and he knew that it would keep the breeder healthy, just as it had him. He ate slowly, relishing the lack of terror flowing through his body, and then he took the huge bowl of porridge, a glass, and a gallon of milk to the basement. Once inside the bitch's room, he set the tray on the wheeled table and looked at her. Her eyes were open and red-rimmed. Tracks from dried tears ran down her face, but she was not crying now. She stared at him, fear blanketing her face, but she made not a sound. "You have lost the privilege of a name, bitch. You may earn it back, or you may not. That solely depends on you. You have also lost the privilege to speak to me. No matter what I ask, you will answer silently. Do you understand, bitch?" She nodded her head the ...
    best she could with her neck strapped down, and he smiled. "Good." He released her from the bench, but she didn't move. "I have work to do, so here is what is going to happen today: you will eat, clean yourself up, and clean your room. After that, you may do as you please, but all of the porridge will be eaten, and all of the milk will be gone. Do I need to explain what will happen if these things are not done to perfection when I get back?" She shook her head emphatically. "Stand up," he said suddenly, and she scrambled off the bench, holding onto it when her legs wouldn't quite hold her up. "Open your mouth." She did, and he took her cheeks in his hand. "Stick out your tongue." Again, she obeyed, and he saw that it was purple and swollen with deep indentations where the clamp had been. He grunted in satisfaction before releasing her and walking out of the room. He glanced at the monitor briefly and saw that she was looking at the tray doubtfully. He chuckled as he walked upstairs and out of the house. He was sure that the pain in her tongue and throat would make it unbelievably hard to eat, but he was also sure that she would somehow manage to do it. He got in his Ferrari and pulled away. The city he was going to this time was five hours away, and he settled into the drive. He had never sacrificed two whores so closely together, but if blood was what was needed to keep the dreams away, he'd bleed one every day if necessary. As before, within minutes of arriving on the whores' ...
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