1. Ahriman: The Evolution of a Serial Killer 10


    Date: 8/1/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Anal, Ass to mouth, Authoritarian, Blowjob, Bondage and restriction, Cruelty, Extreme, First Time, Horror, Male Domination, Non-consensual sex, Rape, Slavery, Torture, Violence, Virginity, Written by women, Author: gl0771, Rating: 60, Source: sexstories.com

    "Guess I need to stretch you out a bit," he said, lubing up his fingers. One at a time, he slid a finger into her. Her cunt tightened around his hand, and he groaned, knowing exactly how that would feel around his cock. When he had three fingers in her, he spread them apart, causing her to scream as he tore the tender tissues. When he saw the blood trickle down her taint, he couldn't wait. He rubbed lube all over his cock, grabbed her again, and slammed his cock home. The lube helped him slide in this time, and he rammed his way past her virgin barrier. "Much better, bitch. Fuck, I've never had anyone so tight," he groaned as he pounded her heartlessly, luxuriating in her screams. He wanted more, though, and she had to pay for throwing up on him. He started slapping her face as he fucked her, and it wasn't long before he felt his balls tighten. He slammed into her one last time and roared as he emptied himself, coating her insides with his spunk. She was sobbing and gasping, and he pulled out roughly. He climbed on the bench and straddled her chest. He stuck his cum and blood covered cock in front of her face. "Clean it off." She stuck out her tongue and opened her mouth. He shoved his dick into her mouth, and she used her tongue to lick off his spunk and her blood. He felt her throat constrict, and he snarled, "You throw up on me again, and I'll kill you!" She swallowed thickly and finished the job of cleaning him. When he climbed off the bench, she sobbed until he thought ...
    she might pass out. He went to the wall and got a riding crop. He needed her screams to get hard again, and.he was going to have them. He stood at the foot of the bench again. "With your fingers, you are going to count the lashes," he said. "Ones on your left hand and tens on your right. Nod if you understand." She did, and he grinned wickedly. "I will also count, and if you lose track, we will start again at one. Understand?" She nodded again, and he immediately brought the crop down on her exposed clit. She screamed loudly but obediently held out one finger on her left hand. He placed each strike directly on her clit, and her screams increased until they were one continuous, glorious, high-pitched shriek. After ten strikes, she held up one finger on her right hand and fisted her left. The next ten he laid down in rapid succession, and, as he had been hoping, she missed two of them, she was in so much pain. In fact, her hands were shaking, and he couldn't really tell how many fingers she had up. "Oh, too bad," he said sarcastically. "You didn't count correctly. We have to start over." He looked at her clit which was purple and swollen and had started to bleed, and he sucked in his breath, his cock starting to rise. "That was twenty," he said, "so you will get twenty more." She shook her head back and forth, but he slammed the crop down over and over and over again on her clit. Twenty times. He was breathing hard, and his cock throbbed even though she wasn't screaming anymore. ...
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