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

    Kaneez stopped screaming first, though, and he opened his eyes and looked at her. She was cowering against the door, sitting on the floor with her knees pulled up to her chest and her face buried in them. She was shivering uncontrollably, and he grinned as he moved beside her. He grabbed her hair and yanked her head up. She kept her eyes squeezed shut, but he hissed, “Look at them, Kaneez!” and she slowly opened them, her breath coming in quick, labored gasps. He followed her gaze as she looked at the wall to her right. Lined up along it were five semi-clear 55-gallon plastic drums. The plastic was clear enough that the contents of the drums were obvious. Inside each drum was the body of a whore, folded up into a fetal position and inserted feet first. The drums were airtight, so, even though the oldest had been there for six months, there was no smell. Not even from the five heads that sat on top of the drums, each on their own blanket. They were desiccated to the point that only he knew who they had once been, and the clear, plastic he had dipped them in kept them in pristine condition. "What do you think, Kaneez? Aren't they beautiful?" Her mouth worked, but nothing came out but a whimper. He tightened his grip in her hair. "Answer me!" "Yes, Ahriman," she managed. He looked in her eyes. "If you continue to please me, you will not end up like them. Even now, you may already have my child in you. That is your purpose, Kaneez--to bear my children." He turned her eyes to ...
    the whore hanging from the ceiling. "Her purpose is to fulfill Chernobog's need for another black soul. He wasn't satisfied with Mother's, and he told me he needs more. They must be black souls, though, for the black god is not interested in any other kind." He turned her head back to him. "Yours, for instance, may not be white, but it is not black, so he doesn't want you. Do you understand?" "I think so, My Lord." He smiled. "Good girl. Now, sit quietly and watch me work. I have never had a Kaneez before, so, when the pleasure of their screams became too much, I was forced to take care of my own needs, since I would never fuck a whore, but now you are here. When I must relieve my pleasure, and I will, I will use you to release it, and you will not fight me." She nodded, and he picked up the cat o'nine tails from the shelf above the sink. The whore had stopped screaming, but her eyes were wide with fear, and his cock stiffened. He stepped up to her. "You should feel honored," he said quietly. "To be a sacrifice to Chernobog is a great privilege, and you will live forever afterwards, just like Mother, just like these five." He gestured to the drums, and she whimpered. He walked around her as he looked at Kaneez. Her eyes were open, but they were not fixed on him. They were locked somewhere around the back corner of the room. "Kaneez! Watch!" Her eyes snapped to his, and she whimpered at the fervor in them. He swung the whip and caught the whore across the back, the metal shards ...
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