1. Ahriman: The Evolution of a Serial Killer 11


    Date: 8/2/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Blowjob, Bondage and restriction, Cruelty, Drug, Enema, Extreme, First Time, Horror, Male Domination, Non-consensual sex, Rape, Slavery, Torture, Violence, Virginity, Written by women, Author: gl0771, Rating: 90.5, Source: sexstories.com

    The trip to Jacksonville had taken him nine and a half hours, but he felt energized as he walked into the club. As when he had obtained Kaneez, the noise inside pounded his brain and made him want to vomit, but he kept his 'other' smile on his face and leaned against the bar, a gin and tonic at his elbow. He picked up the glass and took a small sip as his eyes roamed over the crowd, looking for his latest acquisition. He was looking for someone who looked uncomfortable being in a place like this. He didn't want a whore who would fuck anything on two legs. He had enough of those strung up in the ritual room. He had been hunting for over an hour when he finally saw her. She was wearing a plain, black dress that looked as if the top was just a sash draped over one shoulder and wrapped around her breasts. She was sitting at a table with a group of others, and he could see that the dress would probably come to about mid-thigh when she stood. As he watched her, he noticed that she sipped at her drink even less than he did his. His smile grew, and he waited another half hour, watching the others come and go from the table. She rubbed her hands together self-consciously as she watched them writhe and paw at each other both while dancing and while sitting next to her. He put a ten dollar bill underneath his almost full glass and walked to her table. There was only one other sitting with her, a young male who was doing his best to get her attention, but she was completely ignoring ...
    him. Instead, she was watching the dance floor. "Hi, there," he said, leaning one elbow on the table and leaning close to her. Her eyes jerked to him, and she gasped as they went wide for an instant before they traveled from his face down his body and back up again. The male she was with frowned. "Hi," she said with a shy smile. "What's your name?" He didn't really care, but he knew it was a standard question. "Thea." "Thea. That's pretty. Would you like to dance?" He held out his hand and stood up straight. "Sure," she said with a bigger smile as she put her hand in his. He pulled her to her feet as the male also stood up. "Thea! I've been asking you all night to dance!" She barely glanced at the other, and they made their way to the dance floor. The music beat in his head and made him slightly nauseous, but he simply took her hips in his hands and started to move. Her hands ended up on his shoulders, and after the current song was finished, he pulled her closer and spoke low in her ear. "I've noticed you weren't having much fun tonight. Would you be interested in going somewhere else? Dinner maybe?" She caught her breath as he stared into her eyes. "I don't usually leave a club with a man I've just met. Especially when I don't even know his name." He grinned. "Drake. I'd really like to take you to dinner. Say yes." His hand slid around her lower back, and he pulled her even closer. "Please say yes," he whispered in her ear, and she nodded slowly. "I have to tell my friends, ...
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