1. Ahriman: The Evolution of a Serial Killer 14


    Date: 8/12/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Anal, Ass to mouth, Authoritarian, Bondage and restriction, Consensual Sex, Cruelty, Discipline, Extreme, Fisting, Hardcore, Horror, Male Domination, Slavery, Torture, Violence, Written by women, Author: gl0771, Rating: 72.7, Source: sexstories.com

    relief, but he wasn't finished with her yet. He walked to her and twirled his finger. She turned around on the bench, and he shoved her chest down flat. Keeping his bandaged hand on her back, he lined himself up with her cunt and filled her with one vicious thrust. Nokara's screams, the blood, and Kaneez's moans had made him hard again, amazingly enough considering how many times he'd already climaxed that day. He pounded into Kaneez's hot, wet cunt for several minutes before exploding inside her with a primal roar. Kaneez only whimpered, and he pulled out of her roughly. Then he left her on the bench and returned to the toothless bitch. He turned off the water and pulled the picana from the shelf. He held it in front of the bitch and said, "The teeth were for biting me. This is for disobeying and being a rebellious little cunt! This is what you will endure every single time you disobey me, even if your hesitation is for a fraction of a second." He turned it on and touched it to her right nipple. The scream that was wrenched from her throat was spectacular, and he shivered with delight. He took the gauze from her mouth so that she didn't choke on it, and then he applied the picana to her breasts, to her ribs, to her inner thighs, to the inside and outside of her cunt, to her asshole, to her welts, to her feet, to practically every inch of her body. She jerked and screamed and moaned for over an hour, and by the time he finished, she was crying hysterically and gasping for ...
    breath. Lastly, he took the rubbing alcohol and dumped it over her body, causing her to convulse and pass out. "We're not done yet," he whispered in her unconscious ear. "Tomorrow we continue." He untied her ankles and wrists, dropping her unceremoniously on the floor. He grinned as he heard something break when she hit. He thought it may have been her wrist or possibly her ankle. Either way, she would be in utter agony the next day, for he had no desire or inclination to set any bones. He would let that pain be yet another reminder that he was her Master and would be obeyed. "Come, Kaneez," he said, walking to the door without a single glance back. The sounds of bare feet obediently padding after him caused him to smile. They walked upstairs, and the scents of what smelled like soup wafted from the kitchen. He saw Giolla sitting in front of the fireplace with Samil in her arms, a bottle in his mouth, and he moved to stand beside her. "Let me have him, Giolla," he said softly, and she immediately stood up and handed the boy to him. He held Samil and the bottle with his right hand and caressed Giolla's hair with his bandaged left. "You have pleased me greatly today, my pet." She gave him a small smile, and he said, "You may take it out if you wish. Make sure it is cleaned thoroughly and put away properly. Is supper ready?" Giolla nodded. "Good girl." He took her chin in his palm and tilted her face up. "You will not touch the bitch in your room, do you understand? You will ignore ...