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

    and turned the glare on Samil. "I am going to beat the shit out of you, boy!" he said so that Samil was the only one who could hear him. "You will never touch your sisters in that way again, do you hear me?" "Yes, sir," Samil whimpered, his face wet. "I'm sorry, Father." "Not nearly as sorry as you will be soon, I promise." He unbuckled his own belt and slid it out of the loops before folding it in half and holding it in an iron grip. "Prepare for pain, boy, more than you ever imagined possible." The beating that had ensued had shocked even Ahriman. He had never thought he could hurt his son in that way, but he had. By the time he had finished, blood was streaming down Samil's back, and the boy was unconscious, limp against the tree. Ahriman had dropped his belt at the end, unstrapped his son, and dropped to the ground with him in his arms. He had vaguely noticed when Kaneez had led his other children into the house, all of them weeping. He had held Samil until the boy had revived, and then, when his son asked him in a small voice if he hated him, he had felt his chest twist. "No, my son," he had said softly, holding Samil's head against his chest. "I could never hate you. I love you. I love all my children, which is why I had to punish you for what you tried to do. Do you understand?" "Yes, Papa. I understand." Samil hadn't called him Papa since he was six, and Ahriman swallowed through the lump in his throat. "May I ask you a question, my son?" Samil had sat up, wincing at ...
    the pain. "Of course, Papa. Anything." "Why did you do it? You've fucked Giolla and Dasa before. Why did you try to force Aglaeca this time? Why did you hurt her?" His son had tried to shrug but stopped when his muscles protested violently. "I wanted to know what it felt like.to hurt someone, Papa." He clenched his fist and looked at it. "It felt good to hit her. I knew it would feel even better to fuck her when she didn't want it. To hurt her while I fucked her. I know you think so." "That is very true, my son, but there is a right way and a wrong way to do these things. You did it the wrong way. Shall I show you the right way?" Samil had gazed up at him with a smile. "Would you, Papa? Please?" And that was why he was sitting in his SUV, hidden in a Kentucky forest, waiting for his son to return with his first slave. For the months between the beating and now, they had scoured the countryside around Charleston for an appropriate slave. Samil saw her in a nothing little area of Kentucky, four and a half hours from home and miles from anything. The road he had pulled off ran through the woods, and the girl's trailer where she lived with her family was even further into the trees. Ahriman had helped his son plan the abduction for the past two months, making sure he wouldn't get caught. Talking with his son about his new acquisition, he soon realized that Samil didn't want to drug his slave in anyway. He was feeding off the adrenaline that flowed through him at the idea of the ...
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