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

    stood up, turned her back on him, and disappeared back into the forest without a sound except for the cubs' yips and barks. It was time. He stood up and brushed off his pants. When he walked back inside, the older children were in the room set aside for their lessons, and Kaneez was reading them a story. Giolla was with the younger ones in the living room, drawing pictures. He stopped behind Samil and placed his hand on the boy's shoulder. His son stood up immediately and looked at him, a question in his eyes. He said nothing but simply turned and walked out of the room, knowing with every fiber of his being that his son would follow. He went to the library and stood in front of his bible, running his hand reverently over the red leather. He saw his son enter and he glanced at Samil before crooking his finger at him. The boy stood next to his father, and listened closely as the latter told him about their black god, Chernobog. Samil knew his name, of course, and that the family worshiped him, but only Kaneez had been told of his power and demands. Now was the time for the boy to learn all of that. Ahriman told him about Chernobog's ability to speak to his worshipers, about his requirements for blood and pain. Samil frowned. "What is it, my son?" "I don't understand, Father. If Chernobog demands blood and pain, why has he not gotten it? Whose blood and pain does he want? Mine?" "No, my son. Not yours. I have been the sole priest of Chernobog's since before you were born. It ...
    is time for you to start your training to join his priesthood. You are ten years old today, and he has told me that you are to help me with your first sacrifice. We will send two black souls to our god together, and then you will be fully consecrated to Chernobog just as I am." The frown remained on the boy's face. "I know you don't understand, my son, but I promise that you will. Soon. Now, you will come downstairs with me." "Downstairs, Father? But I am not allowed downstairs." "From now on, you are when you are with me. Only with me, Samil, do you understand me? Never alone." "Yes, Father, I understand." He took his son by the shoulders and two sets of dark eyes connected. "If you ever go downstairs without me, you will be severely punished, Samil, and I don't want to do that, but I will. You must obey me in this." "Yes, Father." "Good. Now come with me. And stay completely silent no matter what you see or hear." The boy nodded and followed him out of the library and down the stairs to the basement. He walked past the servants' room to the ritual room. He put his hand on the door handle and looked at his son for a brief moment before unlocking it and opening it. He stepped inside and pulled Samil in front of him so that the whores were on display for him. "Do you know what a whore is, Samil?" The boy shook his head, and Ahriman was pleased to notice that he didn't flinch or cry out or react much at all to the bitches hanging from the ceiling. "A whore is an other who will ...
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