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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

street, he had one interested. She was a bottled blonde not much more than five feet tall. TAKE TWO, AHRIMAN. BLEED THEM SLOWLY AND THE DREAMS WILL STAY AWAY LONGER. He grinned at Chernobog's advice and looked at the whore at his car window. "Might you possibly have a friend who would want to join us?" She smiled back and nodded. "Sure." She turned toward the others behind her. "Sherri, why don't you come with?" Another whore came up to the car, this one with black hair, and she studied him closely. Then she smiled, also. "With a car like this, I'd say he can afford us both," she said, and they got in his Porsche. "I hope you don't mind if we go to my place," he said. "I'll pay for the honor. Five grand for the night. Each." The two whores agreed immediately, and, after giving them his standard story and swapping cars, they climbed in his Ferrari. It only had two seats, but the others were happy to squeeze into the passenger seat, one on the other's lap. He told them to wait a moment, opened the trunk, added some Devil's Breath to two water bottles, and brought them up front. He handed them to the whores. "It's a long drive," he said, smiling. "I thought you might get thirsty." "Thanks," one of them said, taking the bottles. They both instantly downed almost half of the water. He grinned as he slid behind the wheel and drove away. At first, the whores gave the typical inane compliments about his car, but before he had driven fifteen minutes, they had finished their water and ... were staring out the front window, silent and drugged. "You will not speak until I tell you you can," he said, and they both nodded their heads. He took back roads as much as possible, not wanting to explain to a police officer why he had two drugged whores in his car, and it was after ten o'clock when he pulled up in front of his house. He got out of the car and held their door for them. "Get out," he said. They immediately obeyed, and he had a brief thought of keeping the bitch on Devil's Breath, but he banished it almost immediately. It probably wouldn't be good for his child. "Follow me." They did, and he led them straight to the basement. Their head swiveled as they tried to look at everything, but when he opened the door to the ritual room, they walked right in. He turned on the light, and they caught their breath, but he quickly said, "You're not scared," and they immediately calmed down. He took the first one, tied her wrists together and hooked the rope over the chain before doing the same to the second. They ended up back to back. He then took a rope and tied their thighs, knees, and ankles to each other so that when he was done, they were dangling from the ceiling, bound tightly together. Then he left the room, shutting the door behind him. He went to the bitch's room and opened the door. She was crouched by the back wall, her knees up to her chest and her head on them. She looked to be asleep. He took a deep breath as he walked in, and he could smell nothing but ...