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

    his cock and furiously pumped it until he came unintentionally and unwillingly. He would never, ever forget what she had said to him as she wiped his cum across his face while the two men stroked themselves and coated his back and chest with their spunk. "See! You enjoy it, you sick little bastard! You are nothing but a fucking pervert! This is all you are good for! To give me and these fine gentlemen the pleasure of your pain!" With that, the larger of the two men had rammed his cock back in his ass, fucking him brutally until he had passed out once again. "My Lord?" A tentative knock sounded on the door. "Is My Lord okay?" He grunted irritably, pissed at himself for dreaming again, and pushed himself off the floor. He ripped the bandages off his left hand, turned on the shower, and stepped in. The water was blissfully hot, and it quickly turned his skin red—as red as the man's belt in his dream but without the black and blue and green of the bruises he had left behind and without the agonizing pain. The knock didn't come again, and he rested his hands on the tile and bowed his head between his arms. The water streamed over his back, and he slowly replaced his nighttime memories with the memory of the bitch's punishment. He carefully flexed his left hand and sucked in a harsh breath as a pounding ache filled his hand from fingertips to wrist. At least the pain was staying in his hand now instead of inundating his entire arm. After turning off the water, he stepped out of the ...
    shower, dried himself off, and flung the door open. Kaneez was kneeling on the other side, and her head must have been on the door because she fell into the bathroom face first. He ignored her and strode out of the bedroom and down the stairs. He was about to head to the basement when he froze at the hand on his arm. He spun toward his mate while taking a step backward. "I said don't fucking touch me!" he growled. "Can no one in this house do what they are told?" She dropped to her knees and hung her head. "Kaneez is sorry, My Lord," she sobbed. "I don't give a shit how sorry you are! Just leave me alone!" "Yes, Ahriman," she whispered, and he stalked down the basement stairs. At the bottom, he punched in the code for the bitches' room and flicked on the light. Giolla was asleep on her cot in the corner, and the bitch was curled up in a fetal position next to the cot. He had told Giolla to ignore the other bitch, and it seemed that she had done so and more, for Giolla had all the bedding with her, and the disobedient one was shivering with cold on the concrete floor. He took one step toward them when a voice boomed in his head, and he dropped to his knees, arms wide, eyes closed, and head thrown back. GIVE ME HER BLOOD, AHRIMAN! GIVE ME HER SOUL! GIVE ME THE LIFE OF THE BITCH WHO HURT YOU! MAKE HER HURT AS MUCH AS YOU DO! MAKE HER BEG FOR MERCY AND THEN SHOW HER NONE! They were the exact same words Chernobog had said to him the day he gave Mother eternal life, the words that ...