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Ahriman: The Evolution of a Serial Killer 16

Date: 8/18/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Anal, Blowjob, Bondage and restriction, Consensual Sex, Cruelty, Drug, Extreme, Hardcore, Male Domination, Slavery, Torture, Violence, Written by women, Author: gl0771, Rating: 82.4, Source: sexstories.com

broken, and when the larger of the two saw him, she whimpered and shut her eyes. He stood in front of the other and grabbed her chin, pulling her eyes to his. "Tell me the truth," he said softly. "Have you ever loved anyone?" "Yes," she moaned. "I love my mother and my sister." He frowned. "I didn't love my mother." He pointed to Mother and turned the whore's head so she could see. "She didn't love me, either. Hers was the first soul I sent to Chernobog." He let go of her and turned around so his back faced her. "She did this to me. The oldest scars are from when I was six. She whored me out to her men, and I killed her for it, but I didn't love her." He turned back around, and the whore's eyes were wide. "I don't know if I can love anyone. I don't know what loving someone means. What do you think?" "I don't know," the whore whispered, tears beginning to fall. "Please, I don't know." "Neither do I." He walked out of the room and punched in the code for the servants' room. When the door opened, the odor of feces hit him like an ocean wave, and his confusion vanished instantly. He grinned as he held his breath and moved to the sink. Dasa's legs and feet were covered in her shit, and he turned on the cold water. As it hit her, she screamed. He let the water wash away her filth, and then he scrubbed her down with the brush until her skin was bright red. He turned off the water and stood in front of her. "I told you to hold it," he said quietly. "I couldn't," she sobbed. "Please ... don't hurt me." "She speaks," he said, shaking his head. "You've forgotten what I told you. You never speak to me or anyone else, remember. I was only going to punish you for shitting on my floor, but now you get more pain for speaking." He balled up his fist and punched her in the ribs, sucking in his breath when he heard a distinct crack. She screamed, and his cock twitched. He punched her again on the other side, not hard enough to break another rib, but enough that she couldn't breathe. "You're not fair," she wheezed, and he threw his head back and laughed. "Fair? Who says I have to be fair? You are my slave, bitch! There is nothing fair about that!" He shook his head again. "And you spoke to me again. It seems that you are a slow learner, but don't worry. I will beat you as often as necessary for you to learn. By the time I am finished with you this time, you will barely be able to move, but move you will. You will learn your duties as if your body was whole, and you will learn them quickly or suffer the consequences. Now, please, speak to me again." She shook her head, eyes wide, and he smiled. "So you can learn. Too bad it was too late. For now, I will only beat you, but soon I will fuck you, and that might be even more painful. Are you a virgin, Dasa?" Her eyes got wider, and when she didn't answer, he slapped her across the face. She cried out, and he said, "I asked you a question. Don't make me ask it again." She nodded, sobbing. "Are you a true virgin?" She looked ...