1. Ahriman: The Evolution of a Serial Killer 18


    Date: 8/23/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Anal, Ass to mouth, Blowjob, Cruelty, Discipline, Extreme, Hardcore, Horror, Humiliation, Male Domination, Non-consensual sex, Rape, Slavery, Torture, Violence, Virginity, Written by women, Author: gl0771, Rating: 82.4, Source: sexstories.com

    *****Just a quick note: Chapter 17 was removed by the site because Samil was under the age of eighteen when Ahriman introduced him to the sacrifice. I'm not going to rewrite it so that he's older, so just continue from here.***** Ahriman pulled the Cayenne off the road into the trees far enough that it wasn't visible to anyone driving by and looked at his son. Samil was a man now, but he still wasn't comfortable with this. "Are you sure about this, Samil? You understand how dangerous it is, right?" "Of course I do, Father, but it's also exciting!" Samil turned burning eyes on his father, and Ahriman grinned. He may have been a man, but he had a child's eagerness written all over his face. "Fine. Just remember that after this, you're on your own. I'll help you this time, but it's time for you to create your own rituals. Now go before this place starts to wake up." "Yes, sir." Samil silently slipped out of the car, dressed in black from his ski mask to his leather gloves and shoes that were a size and a half too big for him. Ahriman settled in to wait. It shouldn't take long; the girl's home was only a hundred or so yards through the trees, and Samil had spent the last three days planning her abduction. While he sat there, his mind went back to the one and only time he had harmed his eldest son. Only a few months ago, he had been walking through the woods behind the house when he heard a girl's scream. He immediately ran toward it and had seen Samil and Aglaeca struggling ...
    with each other. When he had gotten closer, he realized that his son was attempting to undress his sister. Aglaeca had a split lip and a swollen eye that was already turning black. He had covered the distance between them in an instant and, fisting his hand in Samil's hair, had pulled him off his sister. "What the fuck do you think you are doing, boy!?" Aglaeca had scrambled behind her father and was clinging to him tightly. Samil turned his eyes toward Ahriman and snarled. "She's just a bitch, Father! Why can't I fuck her? You fuck bitches all the time!" Ahriman had let his fist fly at that point and had punched Samil in the face. The boy dropped to the ground with a cry, and Ahriman had kicked him in the ribs once before grabbing his hair and dragging him to his feet. His son was the same height as he was, but he hadn't bulked out yet, so he easily held him eye to eye. When Samil looked into his father's eyes, he shuddered once and dropped his gaze, fear filling it to the brim. "Look at me!" Samil reluctantly did so. "She is my daughter, boy, not a bitch! You will not ever touch her or anyone in this family ever again! Do you understand me!?" Samil had nodded, but then he had looked at Aglaeca, lust almost overpowering the fear, and Ahriman knew that his son would try again unless he made sure it wouldn't happen. He gestured toward his daughter, and she meekly followed as he dragged Samil to the house. When they reached the edge of the lawn, he said to her, "My sweet, have ...
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