1. Ahriman: The Evolution of a Serial Killer 15


    Date: 8/16/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Anal, Blowjob, Bondage and restriction, Cruelty, Cum Swallowing, Death, Extreme, Fisting, Horror, Male Domination, Slavery, Snuff, Stockholm Syndrome, Torture, Violence, Written by women, Author: gl0771, Rating: 85.7, Source: sexstories.com

    The ropes dug into my skin as I fought against the pain lancing through my body. The man Mother had been with earlier had decided that he wanted me instead. He had given her enough promises of happily ever after that, for the first time, she agreed without hesitation, and he had torn the tender virgin tissue around my young butt when he shoved his penis into me. Mother had tied me to the bed after he asked her to, and he was taking full advantage of it. He pounded me mercilessly, causing me to scream and cry from the burning pain. By the time he emptied himself deep in my bowels, the hot, sticky cum, tinted pink, leaking out and dripping down my thighs, I was sobbing uncontrollably, and the only other sounds I heard were the man's grunts and curses and Mother's laugh, the one that drove icicles into my brain. I relaxed for half a second when he finally pulled out, but tensed again when Mother said, "How would you like to make his skin as red as you made his asshole?" The man chuckled, and, although my face was buried in the mattress, I well knew the sound of a belt being pulled from the loops on jeans. The man wasted no time in bringing the leather down on my butt. He was much stronger than Mother, and the red-hot agony that seared my entire body made me shriek and once again pull on the ropes. The tight nylon caused me to bleed from my wrists, my ankles, and my thighs. He was relentless, though, and as the blood began to flow, my screams continued... "My Lord! My Lord, wake ...
    up, please!" He struck out before he was completely awake, catching Kaneez across the cheek. She whimpered but continued to shake him in an attempt to wake him. He slowly came to himself, breathing heavily and harshly, and, once he was aware of his surroundings, he grabbed her wrists, squeezing tightly. He thrust her away from him and scrambled out of bed. "Don't fucking touch me! Don't touch me!" He stormed out of the room in the predawn darkness and slammed the door to the bathroom shut behind him before locking it and sliding down it to the floor. He started to shake, and he beat the back of his head against the door repeatedly until the pain of his headache drove out the remembered pain of what those men had done to him. Mother had started giving him to them when he was ten, and it had only stopped when he finally got the nerve to send Mother to Chernobog. The night before he had sacrificed her had been the turning point in their lives. He shuddered as he recalled the two men who had pulverized and abused him for hours that night before he fought back against the one person who he could dominate. They had double teamed him with one in his mouth and one in his ass until he had passed out from the pain and lack of air. They had quickly roused him, though, and continued their torment until the wee hours of the morning, emptying themselves into him several times, beating him almost senseless in between fuckings. He had begged Mother to make them stop, but she had only grabbed ...
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