1. Ahriman: The Evolution of a Serial Killer 17


    Date: 8/19/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Anal, Blowjob, Consensual Sex, Cruelty, Fisting, Hardcore, Horror, Murder, Slavery, Spanking, Violence, Written by women, Author: gl0771, Rating: 75, Source: sexstories.com

    his seven other children. "We're playing duck-duck-goose, Papa," Hecate said. "You can play with us if you want to." Her pleading gaze cut him to the core, and he immediately agreed. "How can I say no to such an invitation?" he said with a grin. "Good! You can be the gooser first, then. Do you know the rules, Papa?" "I do." The only reason he did is because he had watched when Kaneez had taught the game to his older children years before. His childhood memories certainly didn't contain that information. He started walking around the circle, tapping each of his children in turn: seven-year-old Mukesh, six-year-olds Nazar and Hecate, four-year-olds Lamia and Usha, and even his youngest three, two-year-olds Apep, Sethos, and Ravana, all born within weeks of each other. Eleven children in just under eleven years. Having three fertile slaves helped when it came to building his family. Five of the children came from Kaneez, three from Giolla, and three from Dasa, and the latter two were expecting again, Giolla in three months, and Dasa in five. The game continued for about fifteen minutes when it was interrupted by a call from the house. "Children, it's time for lunch." Kaneez didn't raise her voice, but the children immediately jumped up and ran to her. Little Ravana stumbled, but he caught her and swung her up into his arms, producing a joyous squeal from her. Her chubby little arms went around his neck, and she laid a sloppy kiss on his cheek. He squeezed her tightly, ...
    breathing deeply of her baby scent. Then he set her down on her feet. "Go to Kaneez, my sweet," he said with a pat on her head. She giggled and toddled toward his love. Kaneez took her hand with a smile, and he walked past them all into the house. He had already eaten his lunch, so he continued down the basement stairs. The servants' room was empty, but still locked. He didn't want curious little eyes to see what went on in that room, even though they all knew the basement was forbidden territory for them. He passed it and unlocked the ritual room. Stepping inside, he locked it behind him. The two whores hanging from the ceiling merely moved their eyes toward him. Their time with him was over, and later that evening, he would send their souls to Chernobog. Of course, they didn't know that. Yet. He stepped in front of the dark-haired one. He tried to always pick one blonde and one dark-haired whore, but it didn't always work out that way. This last time, however, it did. "You two have been awarded a great honor," he told her. "Tonight will be the first time my eldest son joins me in the ritual. He turned ten today, and it is time for him to understand fully what it means to serve the black god. Never before has my ritual been shared with one of my blood. You will be doubly blessed for being a part of his first sacrifice. The whore only whimpered. Two months of hanging from the ceiling had weakened both her body and her spirit to the point that she couldn't resist anymore. Over the ...