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

    danger inherent in a true kidnapping, and he and Ahriman had discussed the best way to make it happen, and tonight was the night. The girl was alone at home, her parents having gone to their friends' home for a party, leaving the girl vulnerable. Now, Ahriman just took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and waited. It was about fifteen minutes later when the back door opened and Samil threw the girl inside the SUV before climbing in behind her. She let out a bloodcurdling scream, but Samil slapped her hard across the face. "Shut the fuck up, bitch!" he yelled, and Ahriman chuckled when she cried out. "You get any fluids on my seats, Samil," he said, starting up the engine and pulling out of the trees, "and you're cleaning it up. It's fucking hard getting blood and other shit out of the leather, I warn you." "Yes, sir," his son growled, and Ahriman adjusted the rear-view mirror so that he could see what Samil was doing. "You don't mind if I watch, do you, Samil?" His son grinned at him in the mirror, and Ahriman sucked in a breath at the lust in his eyes. "Can I fuck her in here, Father?" "You can do whatever you want, my son. I would prefer, however, that if you are going to kill her, wait until we get home. I don't want to have to dispose of a body while on the road. That's too messy and leaves too many trails behind. Better to bury her on our land. No one will find her then." "I'm not going to kill her, Father. She will become my breeder and bear my children. She will add ...
    to our family." Ahriman just nodded, his eyes flicking back and forth between the road and the mirror. Samil quickly ripped the girl's nightgown down the front, wrenching a scream from her. He dropped it to the floor of the car before tearing her cotton panties off. "Are you a virgin?" he asked as he pinched a nipple hard. She screamed again and nodded, and Samil laughed. "Not for long." "Please don't hurt me," she whimpered. "I'll do anything you say if you don't hurt me." Samil twisted the nipple, and she shrieked. "I told you, Father," he said. "The perfect slave. I could tell by the way she submitted to her father's wishes. He told her what to do, and she did it." "How do you know that?" she asked, and he released her nipple to backhand her across the face. "Never question me, bitch! You are my slave! You will do what you are told without delay, and you will only speak with permission." "But..." He hit her again, and Ahriman felt his cock stiffen with her scream. He was going to blow his own load if his son kept this up, so he undid his belt and slacks and pulled his dick out along with a handkerchief from his jacket pocket. Taking himself in hand, he started stroking himself slowly. "Shut the fuck up, slave! I did not give you permission to speak!" "Good boy," Ahriman whispered, his hand picking up speed. Samil knelt up and removed his clothing, placing it neatly on the front seat. "Are you ready, Father?" Ahriman's eyes went up, and he looked in the mirror. Samil was ...
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