1. Ahriman: The Evolution of a Serial Killer 13


    Date: 8/9/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Anal, Ass to mouth, Blowjob, Bondage and restriction, Consensual Sex, Cruelty, Discipline, Female/Female, Fisting, Hardcore, Horror, Male Domination, Slavery, Torture, Violence, Written by women, Author: gl0771, Rating: 75, Source: sexstories.com

    his fist into her cunt, causing her to scream. He pushed until slightly more than half his forearm was buried inside her, and he stopped when he felt her cervix blocking his way. She screamed again when he hit it, and he started punch fisting both her holes viciously, sometimes alternating arms, and other times working them together so that they both bottomed out at the same time. She was sobbing and screaming and gasping for breath, but twice, he felt her cunt and ass grip his arms, and her body shook with intense orgasms. After the second time, he felt her go limp, and he looked up at her. Her head was dropped to her shoulder, and she had indeed fainted. He grinned and pulled his arms out of her. He stood up and kissed her forehead without touching her. Then he moved in front of Nokara and held up his arms. Kaneez's juices coated them both, and he stared at the bitch. "Clean them off," he said simply, but she clamped her mouth shut. He snarled at her. "You will learn to obey me without hesitation, and it will start now." He grabbed her cheeks with the hand that had been in Kaneez's cunt and squeezed. "Open your fucking mouth!" She shook her head, and he released her cheeks and pinched her nose shut. "Open it!" She tried to fight him, but soon, she had to gasp for breath. He shoved three of his ass-coated fingers into her mouth. "Clean them!" Instead of doing as he said, she bit down hard. He felt her teeth sink into his skin, felt the blood begin to flow, but he just ...
    grinned. If Kaneez or Giolla had seen that grin, they would have fallen face-down on the floor in a panicked stupor, but Nokara stared at him defiantly. "You stupid bitch," he growled. His eyes narrowed as the pain grew in his hand, but he just waited, still pinching her nose closed. She could barely breathe around his fingers, and the blood that was filling her mouth didn't help. Finally, she released him, taking a huge gulp of air when he removed his fingers. She spit his blood onto the floor, and he grimaced at the mess. "You're just a sick pervert!" she yelled at him, and his grin turned into an evil snarl. He ignored her outburst, moved to the sink, and carefully cleaned off both arms, applying rubbing alcohol to the wounds on his fingers. He caught his breath as the liquid caused bolts of pain to run up his arm into his shoulder, but he forced himself to cleanse them thoroughly. When they stopped bleeding, he walked out of the room and upstairs to his bathroom where he added antibiotic ointment, wrapped gauze around all three as one, and secured it with tape. Then he went back to the basement and awkwardly hooked up the hose one-handed before turning the cold water on, a freezing waterfall cascading over the strung-up bitch. It quickly washed his blood down the drain. As she screamed and gasped for air, he walked over to Kaneez and picked her up after undoing her bindings. He cradled her to himself and stood in front of the bitch. "Enjoy yourself," he sneered. "When I come ...
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