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

    mouth again before securing it with the tape. She whimpered again, and his cock hardened quickly. He resumed the whipping, the leather slapping against her skin wetly as more and more blood flowed. When her front was as striped as her back, and she was sobbing and trying to scream, he again dropped the whip in the sink and stepped into the tub. He pushed her back against the wall and lifted her legs around his waist. "Fucking keep them there," he growled, and she complied. He grabbed his dick and once again shoved into her. She screamed again, and he knew he wouldn't last much longer, so he started heaving his hips up and down, holding her tightly. Her muted screams drove him on as his cock bottomed out in her with every thrust, and it was only a few minutes before he pulled her down onto his cock and shot his load deep within her. He roughly pulled out of her when he stopped pulsing and dropped her legs to the floor before spinning her back around. He whipped her and fucked her twice more before he tired, and then he turned on the shower, washing the blood, cum, and other bodily fluids down the drain. After he fucked her for the third time, her bladder had released, and he had beaten her ferociously after that. By the time he had emptied himself in her bowels for the second time, she had almost been unconscious. As it was, he ran his hands over her as the hot water cleansed her, and then, when she was reasonably clean, he pulled the rope off the showerhead and dumped her on ...
    the bathroom floor, still gagged, where she simply laid down and whimpered softly. He cleaned himself off and the tub so that it looked clean to the naked eye. He then climbed out, dried off, and dressed. He still had some Devil's Breath in his pocket, and he once again blew it in the other's face just to make sure she would be compliant when they left. She didn't move, but she did breathe it in, and he knew it would be enough. It was closing in on five o'clock in the morning, four hours after they had entered the hotel, when they walked back out. Her dress hid every wound; he had been very careful to make sure that he only marked her in places that would be covered, and if she stumbled slightly as she walked, observers should chalk it up to the early morning hour after not much sleep. He had once again told her not to talk to anyone, and he had cleaned the room enough that the cleaning crew shouldn't suspect anything when the next morning they considerately wiped away the last remaining proof that either of them had been there. On the drive north, she slept, but he felt like he could run all the way home. As he drove, he thought about what to call her, and by the time he pulled into his drive, he knew. It was about one thirty in the afternoon when he parked in front of the house, and she had slept the whole way. He was starting to drag himself, having been awake for over thirty hours. He walked around to Nokara's door and grabbed her arm, dragging her from the car. She cried ...
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