1. Ahriman: The Evolution of a Serial Killer 5


    Date: 7/24/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Anal, Ass to pussy, Bondage and restriction, Cruelty, Cum Swallowing, Enema, Extreme, Hardcore, Horror, Male Domination, Slavery, Torture, Violence, Written by women, Author: gl0771, Rating: 72.2, Source: sexstories.com

    No, Mother, please! It hurts! Shut the fuck up, you little shit! You drove him away! He left because of you! They all leave because of you! The belt came down across my back yet again, and I screamed, my six-year old voice shrill and tiny. I was tied to the bedpost, and I couldn't understand why she was hurting me. I hadn't done anything wrong. Mother had just dragged me out of bed and tied me up. I hadn't even wet my bed this time. No, Mother, please! It hurts! You know you like it, you sick pervert! Come on, show Mother what you've got in those little balls of yours! Mother's hand moved rapidly and roughly up and down my twelve-year-old penis, and I tried to hold back, but the pain mixed with the pleasure, and I had my first orgasm, a small amount of white, sticky stuff coming out of the tip. You sick fuck! How dare you get your filth on my hand! She slapped me across the face hard enough to split my lip, and then she tied my penis to the door again. As she whipped it with the belt, the pain mixed with the pleasure, and before long, I had a second orgasm, my filth falling to the floor. Mother went into a rage, and, after tying me face-first to the post, she went out to the backyard and cut a thin branch from one of the birch trees. The first lash hit me across my shoulder blades, and white-hot fire raced through my body as I screamed. Blow after blow landed on my back, my butt, my legs, and all the while, my screams mingled with Mother's laugh. No, Mother, please, stop! ...
    The ropes dug into my wrists and ankles as I fought to buck her off. Her hand across my face barely fazed me, and she continued to ride my fourteen-year-old cock. She kept slapping me as she fucked me, and I gritted my teeth to try to hold back my climax, but the pain mixed with the pleasure, and I shot my load deep inside her even as she screamed with her own orgasm. Fucking bastard! How dare you! I'll teach you, you little fuck! When she came back in with the wires, I screamed again, but there was no pleasure to mix with the pain this time. There was just intense, overpowering, mind-shattering pain. "Fuck!!" He sat up in bed, sweat running down his chest and back to soak the satin sheets. He didn't want to remember the early days after his father left. He didn't want to remember what Mother had done to him those last weeks. He didn't want to remember! A groan to his left drew his attention to Kaneez. She was facing him, and she was asleep. It was still dark, and when he looked at the clock, it showed three seventeen. He got out of bed and started pacing, trying to rid his mind of his dream. He had never before dreamt of more than one period of his life with Mother, and as he strode back and forth, fists and teeth clenched to the point of pain, he heard a harsh, sinister voice in his head. At the first word, he knew who was speaking to him, and he dropped to his knees, his arms outstretched to the sides. IT'S HER FAULT, AHRIMAN. THE BITCH IN YOUR BED. SHE'S THE REASON FOR YOUR ...
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