1. Ahriman: The Evolution of a Serial Killer 4


    Date: 7/23/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Anal, Bondage and restriction, Cruelty, Death, Extreme, Horror, Male Domination, Murder, Torture, Violence, Written by women, Author: gl0771, Rating: 77.3, Source: sexstories.com

    The city. He hated it. He hated the glaringly bright lights, the rancid odors, the pulsating noise, the suffocating heat, the sheer number of others crammed together like chickens bred for slaughter. He only came to find his prey, and that was why he was here now. This was one of several cities he hunted in, none of which were in the same state as his home, and all of which were within a five hour drive. He had parked his Ferrari in a hotel parking lot a few miles from where he was now, walked to the parking garage where he kept this car, his black Porsche 911 Targa, and drove to his hunting ground. He looked carefully as he drove slowly down the street, searching for just the right one. Then he saw her. She was wearing a tight black mini skirt that barely covered her pussy, a black mesh top, and a red bra underneath. She also had thigh-high black boots on. He pulled to the curb and rolled down the passenger side window. She looked at him with a tired smile, and when he crooked his finger, she came and leaned down, resting her arms on the open window. "Looking for a date, baby?" she drawled. "Something like that," he answered with his practiced grin. She licked her teeth as she assessed him, and then she shrugged and got in the car. "You a cop, baby?" He laughed. "You honestly think a cop would drive this car?" "No, but you never know. What are you looking for?" He pulled away. "What are you offering?" "Blowjob is fifty, anything else is a hundred. You want more, it's two ...
    fifty an hour." "Five grand until tomorrow morning." Her eyes widened as she grinned. "I can do that, baby. You got a place?" "Oh, yes. It's a bit of a distance away, though, and we have to switch cars." "What? Why?" He looked at her like she was stupid, which she was, of course. "I can't afford to be seen picking up a whore. I have to take precautions." "Oh, I get it," she said. "That's cool." She had no idea, but he let it go. He drove back to the parking garage and pulled in. He paid cash plus a little extra to keep a car much like this one in each of the cities he hunted in. The extra went to making sure that no one ever asked any questions. Once parked, they walked to his Ferrari, and she whistled when she saw it. "No, you are definitely not a cop," she said with a grin. When she got in, she said, "Where we going?" "My house," he answered, and she nodded. He drove out of the city, and after about fifteen minutes, pulled onto a deserted side road. "What're we doing here?" He got out of the car, and she did, too. He walked around to her side, put his black-gloved hands on either side of her, trapping her against the car. "You start earning your pay right now." She grinned and tried to reach for his belt, but he stepped back. "Not like that." She looked confused until his hands shot up and wrapped around her throat. Then comprehension filled her eyes, and she struggled, clawing at his hands and arms in an attempt to get away. His leather gloves and jacket rendered her efforts ...
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