1. Ahriman: The Evolution of a Serial Killer 20


    Date: 8/29/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Authoritarian, Bondage and restriction, Cruelty, Death, Discipline, Extreme, Hardcore, Horror, Slavery, Violence, Written by women, Author: gl0771, Rating: 87.5, Source: sexstories.com

    Aglaeca," Ahriman growled, and she immediately did so, shivering as a bitter wind whipped through the trees. "Neither of you fucking move, do you hear me?" "Yes, Father," they answered, trembling more from their terror than from the cold. Ahriman stalked back to the house, calling out as he went. "Kaneez! Giolla! Dasa! Get everyone out here now!" He passed his slave on his way back into the house and barely heard Kaneez's "Yes, Ahriman" as he stormed down to the basement. He gathered up what he needed in a few moments and went back outside. In those few minutes, his children had gathered in the snow, staring wide-eyed at their siblings crouched naked in the snow. His slaves behind the younger spectators. Ahriman pushed his way through them but stopped when he felt a tug on his sleeve. He looked at his son, Teivel. "What?" "What have they done, Father?" Ahriman frowned, and Teivel took a step backward. "You'll find out soon enough, my son." Teivel nodded, and his father moved to the two by the tree. Without speaking, he untied Karawan's wrists and indicated for both of them to wrap their arms around the tree. He secured them tightly with the rope he had brought from the basement, and then he faced his family. "What is my number one rule?" he roared. Several voices, including the two behind him, immediately said, "Never go into the basement." Ahriman whirled around and glared at his two bound children. "At what age were you first told that?" His voice was colder than the ...
    winter air, and they shivered. "Younger than I can remember, Father," Karawan said softly, and Aglaeca nodded her agreement. "That's because I first told you before you could walk, before you could speak, before you could do anything!" He turned around again slowly. "Everyone in this household knows that the basement is forbidden territory for my children. Is that not true?" "Yes, Papa" and "Yes, Father" echoed through the yard. "Then perhaps one of you can explain to me why these two have been disobeying that rule for years! Why they have been spying on me!" Stunned faces and open mouths were all he could see, and he spun around toward the tree. He picked up the birch cane and swished it in the air. Aglaeca whimpered, Karawan's eyes went wide, and Ahriman could hear gasps behind him. "This is so that no one else will even dream of spying on me ever again!" he roared and swung the cane viciously. He continued swinging it without pause and laid stripe after stripe after stripe on his son's back, ass, and legs. Karawan's screams filled the air, and Ahriman heard several of his children crying, but he was out of control with fury. After twenty lashes, he moved and gave Aglaeca the same, painting her skin red and black and blue, her screams joining with Karawan's. The caning continued with Ahriman switching between his children every twenty lashes. He continued until they had each received one hundred. When he stopped, they were both still conscious, but barely. He inserted the cane ...
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