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 bitch's screams were now nonstop, and it was even more beautiful that she couldn't close her eyes against the pain. He was getting hard again, but he wasn't quite there yet, so he took the scalpel and inserted it underneath her skin where the line around her right wrist intersected with the ones running down her arm. He carefully slid it along the line he had created, using his undoubtedly macabre knowledge of the human body to remove just the epidermis. The nerve endings of the dermis were slowly exposed to the air, and the bitch's screams increased tenfold while he slowly peeled her skin down toward her armpit, slicing as he went. When he finished skinning her arm, front and back, she was unconscious, her eyes rolled up in her head, and he was throbbing. He put the scalpel on the table and strode to Giolla, who hadn't moved an inch. His hands were covered with the bitch's blood, but he simply grabbed Giolla's hips and slammed into her cunt. She cried out, but he paid no attention to her and battered her pussy without mercy, relishing the feeling of his tip slamming into her cervix with every thrust. It only took minutes before he exploded into her, and then he pulled out roughly, walked back to the bitch, and picked up the scalpel again with his right hand. With his left, he took a packet of smelling salts and broke it under her nose. She jerked awake and instantly started screaming again. He sucked in a deep breath and started skinning the bitch's other arm. When ...
    he was finished, he stepped back and took in his masterpiece, as he was beginning to think of it. Two long strips of flesh hung down the bitch's chest and another two down her back. The oozing, red muscle of her arms was a work of art, and he suddenly wondered why he had never thought of this before. It was amazing, and the screams only intensified the feeling of godhood that flowed through him. Never before had he felt so completely invincible. He stepped close to the bitch and once again started the flaying process, this time starting at her neck and peeling the skin, ever so slowly, down toward her chest. He stopped at her breasts and stared, fascinated, at the muscles of her chest. They moved rapidly as she screamed and sobbed and gasped for breath, and he quickly continued stripping the bitch of her skin, carefully removing it from her breasts and her ribs and her abdomen before dragging it over her hips and down her legs. He revived her twice before he reached her ankles, but when he made the final cut to separate the front of her skin from her body, she was wide awake and screeching at the top of her lungs. He carefully placed the skin on the floor away from him, laying it out as if she were lying on her back. He stared at it for a long moment and then knelt next to it and caressed the flat breasts and clit. Then he stood up and moved in front of the bitch. He raised his bloody hand to her face and grasped her cheeks between his fingers. "Half down, half to go," he ...
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