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

    fucking and whipping and caning and fisting his merry way through the younger generations that lived in his home and in the several other homes he had built on his property, when he woke up very early one morning and couldn't move his left arm or leg or open his left eye. Kaneez was asleep beside him, and Giolla and Dasa were curled up on the floor. He reached his right hand over and shook Kaneez awake. "My love," he whispered, "wake up. It has happened." She immediately sat up, and when she saw him lying still, she started crying. "No, My Lord!" "Hush, my love. We knew this might happen one day, and it has. Get Samil and tell him to come immediately. It is time." Her tears never stopped, but she nodded. "Yes, Ahriman." She woke up Giolla and Dasa, and they both wept when they realized what had happened. They clung to him until Kaneez returned with Samil. The younger priest of Chernobog, now fifty-three years old himself, shoved them aside violently and knelt by his father's side. "Are you sure, Father?" he asked stone-faced but dancing wildly inside. "I am positive, my son. I have no desire to live if I am not fit and healthy. It must be done before anyone else wakes. Help me downstairs." "Yes, sir," his son said, barely able to hide his glee. Finally, he would be able to live his life openly under his own rules instead of his father's. He had been doing so in secret for thirty-five years—his father had no idea how twisted his needs really were—but now he wouldn't have to ...
    hide anymore. Samil had to carry his father once they both realized that walking was out of the question, and it wasn't long before the elder priest was stripped of his clothing and placed on his knees in the ritual room, his three slaves just as naked supporting him as they knelt in front of him so that he didn't fall. Samil gave his father the ancient dagger, and took off his own clothing. "Remember, my son, the wolves will be the ones to rid the world of our physical bodies. Promise me this." "I promise, Father." Samil had every intention of fulfilling his father's last wish. He didn't give a fuck if their bodies rotted in the ground or were digested by wild animals. Unknown to his father, however, it just wouldn't happen right away. Ahriman just nodded, raised his right hand, and swiftly drew it across Dasa's throat, her blood coating them all in a red glaze. He repeated the process with Giolla, and then he looked at the two bodies on the floor, lying in a pool of thick, sticky crimson. "They will be waiting in Chernobog's court to serve you, Father," Samil said softly, his cock already hardening at the thought of how these sacrifices would end. His father nodded again, kissed Kaneez softly, and slit her throat as he did so. As her body dropped to the floor, Samily swiftly grabbed his father's shoulders and held him upright. "Thank you, my son," Ahriman said and placed the dagger at his own throat. "Chernobog, I send one last black soul to you. Please accept my sacrifice ...
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