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

    and they quickly found themselves in front of their room's door. He reached into the case, glanced up and down the hallway, and seeing no one, slipped surgical gloves on his hands. Then he opened the door and shoved her inside before following her. He hung the "Do Not Disturb" sign on the door, shut it, and used the security bar to secure it. The other was standing in the middle of the room, looking around with wide eyes. It was the best room this dump had, but the smell and obvious stains made him want to vomit again. He had no intention of sleeping there, though. He just needed to see blood flow and fuck this bitch. "Take all your clothes off," he commanded, and she started stripping. She had a toned, tanned, athletic body, and he grinned as he imagined the welts and scars that would soon decorate it. He took off his own clothes, folded them carefully, and frowned as he tried to decide where to put them. Finally, he grabbed her dress off the floor, put it on the dresser, and laid his clothing on top of it. It was the best he could do. By the time he finished, she was waiting for him naked He crooked his finger, and she walked to him. "Stand still, with your hands clasped behind your back." As she stood there, he slowly walked around her, trailing his finger around her neck, causing her to shiver. "You want me to hurt you," he said with a low growl. "You want me to fuck you over and over again." He stood in front of her and leaned close. "Tell me." She took a deep breath ...
    and replied, "I want you to hurt me and fuck me over and over again." He grinned and led her into the tiny bathroom, grabbing the black case on the way. He set the case on the edge of the sink and opened it. Pulling out a piece of rope, he said, "Beg me for it." "Please hurt me," she said, her pupils dilating. "Please fuck me." "Beg me to whip you and fuck your ass," he breathed, tying her wrists together. "Please whip me and fuck my ass," she answered, watching him closely. His grin grew bigger and more depraved, and he said, "Stand in the bathtub." She complied, and he tied the rope around the showerhead so that she faced the wall, stretching her arms up. He took a black handkerchief and duct tape from the case and gagged her. He knew the drug would dull the pain considerably, but he couldn't risk someone hearing a random scream. Then he took a short whip from the case and stood next to the tub. He swung the whip and threw his head back when the leather met her flesh with a snap. Seconds after he hit her, a red welt rose on her back. She had only grunted through her gag, but the sight of the perfect scarlet stripe was enough to have his cock rising. He swung again, harder, and she squealed. The tip of the whip drew blood, and he watched the bead swell until it started trickling down her back. He grew harder. He needed to hurt this other badly, though, and he started whipping her ferociously with barely a second between lashes. After dozens of strokes, he paused, dropped the ...
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