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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
tried to thrash her head, but between the collar and her clamped tongue, she could only move it an inch or so in either direction. Her entire body twitched as the metal was removed, but she had nothing left. When he was done, he stood over her and used her blood to draw Chernobog's symbol on her stomach, roughly digging his finger into the small wounds the needles had caused. She shuddered each time he touched her, and then she sighed in what sounded like relief when he stopped. He just grinned. She obviously thought he was finished with her. He got yet another bottle of alcohol from the shelf and screwed the top off. "I can't have you getting infections," he said conversationally. "Not if you are to give birth to my child. You have to live in order to do that." He started pouring the alcohol over her body, and she screamed silently, her voice gone. "Whether you live in constant pain or in pampered luxury is up to you. I was willing to let you be upstairs with me, but your actions in the ritual room and earlier showed me that you are still an ungrateful bitch and haven't earned that right yet." He finished the last of the bottle on her pussy, and she shuddered and went still. He looked at her and saw that she had passed out. He checked her pulse, and it was still strong, so he decided to leave her on the bench and get some more sleep. In the morning, he'd see if she could obey him like she should. He did lower her feet and remove the stretcher bar, but that was all. She was still unable to move much, and he felt confident that she would have a very uncomfortable rest of the night. He walked upstairs and changed the sheets before he got into bed. A glance at the clock said that it was almost five o'clock. A few hours of sleep, and he'd be ready for the day. Perhaps he'd go hunting again.