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

    between the rope and the tree's trunk so that they could see it clearly. "Don't even begin to think that I am finished with you," he told them, "but that is enough for them to see." Then he gestured behind his back. He heard Kaneez and the other slaves gathering up the children and taking them back inside. He waited until there was only silence in the yard other than his older children's sobbing, and then he pulled the cane from the rope. "One hundred more each," he said quietly. "For the next week, you will receive the same two hundred lashes every other day, alternating between your front and your back. You will never, never disobey me again!" "No, Father," they both whispered, and he spent the next half hour coloring their skin from shoulders to feet. Every inch of exposed skin had been touched by the cane from ribs to hips to calves to arms. The only part of their bodies that he refrained from striking were their heads. Blood flowed sluggishly down their bodies in the cold, winter air, and he was mildly pleased that they were awake when he finished. They had stopped screaming long ago, however, and their tears were frozen on their faces. "Never again," he hissed, and he turned and went back into the house. Kaneez was standing just inside the door, her eyes down and her hands behind her back. "Bring them inside, Kaneez, but they are not allowed clothing. I want everyone to see the consequences of disobeying me!" "Yes, Ahriman," she had said, and had gone outside to untie ...
    the two almost-unconscious teens. He had fucked Dasa brutally immediately afterwards, slamming his fists into her ass and pussy and his cock into every hole she had for over two hours, but her screams and her blood did nothing to calm him down. He had been so tense that he'd had trouble relaxing enough to cum, and he had taken out his frustration on his slave. By the time he had finished caning, whipping, and fucking her, she had been unconscious, and he had unceremoniously dropped her to the floor under the chain, having only climaxed three times in the entire time they'd been downstairs. He'd been fucking pissed, and two black souls were sent to Chernobog that night and two more whores had taken their place before morning. That had been over twenty years ago. Karawan and Aglaeca had certainly not forgotten the lesson, for after the week was over, they were in bed for two, groaning in pain almost every second of the day and night. The rest of his family seemed to learn the lesson as well, for, as far as he knew, and he checked the cameras regularly now, no one had ever gone into the basement without permission. After turning over the priesthood to his son and grandson, Ahriman settled into somewhat of a retired life. He no longer hunted or gave his god black souls, although occasionally, he would join the other two when they did. He did, however, still fuck. Often and hard. Just like the beatings he gave to those of his children, males and females, who wanted him to as they ...
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