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

    sat back on his heels. "What the fuck was that?" he asked, completely baffled. She looked at him and flushed. "I don't know, My Lord. I really don't." He grabbed her arms and pulled her up to her knees. "Did you really enjoy that, or were you faking it?" When she didn't answer right away, he shook her. "Tell me the truth, damn it!" A tear ran down her cheek, and she bit her bottom lip as she shook her head. "I shouldn't have, but I did, My Lord." The tears ran faster. "But you weren't so rough this time, My Lord. It didn't hurt; it just felt good." He dropped a hand to her breast and trailed a finger around her nipple, causing her to catch her breath. "Does this feel good?" he asked, watching her face. "Yes, Ahriman," she breathed. He kept his fingers moving between her nipples, and her breath accelerated. Then he dropped his other hand between her legs and rubbed her clit. "And this?" She groaned, and he grinned. "Yesss, Ahriman!" He pinched her clit between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it roughly, and slid the other three fingers into her cunt. "And this?" he whispered, forcefully moving them in and out, sliding easily with the cum he had pumped into her. "Fuck, yes, Ahriman!" He continued playing with her until she tightened around his fingers and cried out her climax. She started to collapse, and he released her breasts to wrap his arm around her back and pull her close to him before picking her up and returning them both to the shower. When they were clean, he ...
    turned off the water, took her hand, and walked back to the ritual room, again avoiding the bloody footprints in the hall. He stood behind her in the doorway and put his hands on her shoulders. "And them?" She shuddered and didn't answer. He slid his hand down and viciously twisted her nipple. She screeched, and he bent down to her ear. "You said I was insane. Do you still think so?" "Yes, Ahriman," she whispered even as a whimper escaped her. She flinched when he laughed loudly. "Well," he said, leading her to her room, "at least you're honest, and perhaps you're right. I don't know." He led her inside and stood by the door. "Maybe someday you'll join me in the ritual." "I don't think so, Ahriman," she answered, stopping in the middle of the room and looking at him. He raised his eyebrows. "Time will tell," he said with a smile. He walked to her and pulled her into his arms. "You have confused me today, Kaneez." He took a deep breath and held it. When he released it, his eyes were blazing. "I don't know how I feel about making you feel good. I need to think about it alone. You will spend the night here after you clean up the blood." Without another word, he left the room and went to clean up the ritual room and hallway. The whores were still awake, and when he walked in, the blonde sobbed, "Why are you doing this?" He frowned, his mind jumbled with what had happened in the shower. "To keep the dreams away. To keep Chernobog satisfied. To give you eternal life through the black ...
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