1. Ahriman: The Evolution of a Serial Killer 12


    Date: 8/6/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Anal, Ass to mouth, Authoritarian, Blowjob, Cruelty, Domination/submission, Extreme, Horror, Male Domination, Murder, Slavery, Stockholm Syndrome, Torture, Violence, Written by women, Author: gl0771, Rating: 88.9, Source: sexstories.com

    sighed. "Look, Detective, I just got back from a very long trip moving my mother to Florida. She got sick of the snow and cold here. She doesn't fly, so I drove her down there yesterday. I got home a couple of hours ago, and I was asleep when you rang the bell. I wish I could help you, but I really don't know anything else." "All right, Mr. Atherton. If you remember anything else, would you give me a call?" He gestured toward the card in his hand. "Sure, Detective. No problem." "Sorry to have bothered you." The detective walked to his standard issue dark gray Crown Vic, and as soon as the car disappeared down the drive, he shut the door and leaned back against it, running his hands over his face. After a few moments, he went downstairs and opened the bitches' door. The two servants were kneeling, and Kaneez was standing behind them holding Samil. His son had started to fuss, and the sound grated on his last nerve.. He pointed to Kaneez and Giolla. "You two, come with me." They immediately followed him out of the room and up the stairs silently. When he reached the bottom of the stairs leading to his room, he turned on them. "I am fucking exhausted, and I am going back to sleep, maybe until tomorrow morning. If anything wakes me up short of a natural disaster, all of you will pay dearly. Kaneez, you are in charge until I wake up. Have I made myself perfectly clear?" Giolla nodded, and Kaneez held Samil to her shoulder as she said, "Yes, Ahriman." He stomped up the stairs, ...
    flung himself down on the bed, and was asleep in seconds. The next thing he knew, sunlight was streaming in his windows, and he was starving. The room was empty again, and he looked at his watch. It was eight o'clock in the morning, He groaned and stretched as he went to take his shower, and he decided to train Nokara a bit more today—train her to submit to him completely. He would use the whores' pain and screams to get himself ready. But first, breakfast. Walking down the stairs naked, he could hear Kaneez talking to his son, and he smiled. When his foot hit the stone tile of the main level, he looked into the living room and saw his mate sitting on the couch, Samil over her shoulder. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Giolla hurry into the kitchen, the dildo still inside her, and moments later, he heard the sounds of pots and pans. His smile grew as he walked behind Kaneez silently. He knelt down on one knee and trailed his finger over his son's cheek before kissing his forehead. The boy's eyes were wide, and he stared into their brilliant blue. "Did My Lord sleep well?" He stood up and walked around the couch before sitting next to Kaneez and holding out his hands. She smiled and handed him his son. As he cradled the boy in his hands and stared into his eyes, he said, "I did." "Kaneez is glad, My Lord." Her hands were twitching, and he looked at her sideways. "What's wrong?" She opened her mouth, but then she snapped it shut. He held Samil in one arm and turned toward her. ...
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