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Introduction: Part 9 Please read parts 1-8 to understand the story, especially before voting. He gently rubbed his hand over Kaneezs swollen belly, stopping with a smile when he felt the life within kick. He slid his hand lower, caressing every inch of her skin until he reached the ring in her clit. The chains had been removed months before as her womb grew too big, but he hooked his finger in the ring and tugged. She groaned, and her head fell back, her long black hair tickling her calves.
Do you want me to fuck you now, my mate?
Yes, Ahriman, she breathed. Please, My Lord.
They had just finished lunch, and she was kneeling by his chair in the dining room, facing him as he sat. He wrapped his free hand around her back and pulled her between his knees as he shifted to the edge of the chair. Then he raised that hand and snapped his fingers once before standing and pulling her to her feet. He held her close to his chest as he continued to pinch and flick her clit, causing more moans to come from her.
Suddenly he stopped and glared at the bitch clearing the table. After nine months in his house, Giolla was still too slow in performing her tasks, and he released Kaneez to backhand his servant across the face, splitting her lip again and causing her to cry out and drop the plate she had been holding. Her eyes went wide with horror as she watched it fall to the hardwood floor and shatter. She immediately dropped to her knees, shaking in terror, and started cleaning up the pieces of china.
He pushed Kaneez to the side and grabbed Giolla by the hair, hauling her up and throwing her face first on the table. Dont fucking move! he growled, and then he turned to Kaneez and held out his hand.
With a small smile, she undid his belt, slid it out of the loops, and reverently placed it in his hand, already folded over. Giolla was trembling on the table, but she hadnt moved an inch. He turned to her and said, Kaneez, how many stripes?
How much was the plate worth, My Lord?
He looked at her and was pleased to see an excited gleam in her eye. I dont give a fuck about the plate. Giolla is being punished for being slow. I was ready to fuck you over this table, and I know you were ready to be fucked, and she wasnt done clearing it. That is unacceptable, wouldnt you agree?
Yes, Ahriman. Thirty, My Lord?
Is that a question, Kaneez? he said with a frown, and she shuddered. I want an answer, not a question.
Thirty, My Lord.
Much better. I disagree, however. She has been here long enough to know what is expected of her, but it seems she needs another lesson. It will be fifty this time and sixty the next and so on and so on until she learns. Kneel and watch.
Kaneez immediately dropped to her knees and clasped her hands behind her back, her eyes wide and her breathing harsh and fast. Ahriman stared at her for a moment, sucking in his breath at the vision of her enlarged belly and engorged breasts. He reared his arm back and brought the belt down on Giollas back, wrenching a scream from her.
Count them, Kaneez!
One, Ahriman! she breathed, and he looked at her again. Her eyes were blazing, and her lips were parted as her breast heaved. He grinned sadistically and swung the belt again, the crash of leather against skin and Giollas escalating screams causing his cock to rise against his slacks.
Two, Ahriman!
His own breath became ragged, and on the tenth strike, Giollas screams unending now, Kaneez counted it out with a gasp at the end. He looked at her, and she was trembling. He squatted down in front of her and instantly smelled her arousal. His nostrils flaring, he slid one finger over her nipples, and she shuddered as she bit her lip. He trailed the finger down her chest, over his child, and pushed her knees apart. She obeyed without hesitation. He could feel the heat coming from her cunt, and he teased her by barely skimming his finger over her clit. She cried out, and he caught his breath.
Do you want me to fuck you, Kaneez?
Yesss, Ahriman, she ground out, forcing herself to hold still and not buck her hips toward his hand.
Beg me for it, he whispered, moving his hand to her inner thighs.
Please, My Lord, please fuck Kaneez. Please let Kaneez cum all over My Lords cock! Please let Kaneez cover it with hot, sticky cum, My Lord!
He pulled his hand away and stood up.
No. He grinned when she moaned in disappointment and frustration. But you will play with yourself. However, you will not cum. You know that is reserved for me and me alone. Keep yourself on the edge, and your climax will be all that much better, I promise you.
Her hands immediately went to her nipples and her cunt. He watched as she slid her two middle fingers into her wet snatch as her thumb made slow circles on her clit. She moaned as her eyes started to slide closed.
Watch and count, Kaneez! he snapped, and her eyes flew open. Now, he said, standing behind Giolla who was sobbing into the table, where were we?
Ten, My Lord, she gasped as she drew her hands away from herself.
Youre fucking close, arent you my mate?
Fuck, yes, Ahriman.
He gestured to her hands. Dont stop too long. On the edge until I finish.
Yes, Ahriman. Her hands moved back, but she kept her motions fairly slow.
He took his time with the forty remaining lashes, and, to her credit, Kaneez counted out each and every one of them, even though the last ten numbers were bare whispers as her body shook violently with the effort of holding back her climax. Giolla, on the other hand, was unconscious and limp on the table, her back, ass, thighs, and calves a gruesome map of old scars, welts in various stages of healing, and fifty new, bright red stripes.
His cock was throbbing painfully by the time he was done, but he owed Kaneez a reward for holding off for him. He leisurely returned his belt to his slacks but left it undone. He squatted down in front of her again. Hands off, he said, and she dropped her hands to her sides. On your back, feet on the floor.
She was breathing so rapidly he thought she might pass out, but she immediately obeyed rather awkwardly. He again barely touched her thighs, her clit, her dripping wet snatch with one fingertip. Her shaking hadnt stopped, and he knew the instant he put any kind of pressure on her cunt, she would fly over the top.
Beg me for what you want, Kaneez. Tell me exactly what you want.
Please, My Lord, suck Kaneezs clit. Bite it and allow Kaneez to cum, My Lord ,please! Fuck Kaneez with My Lords fingers in Kaneezs cunt and ass, My Lord, please! Please allow Kaneez to cum, My Lord, please! Then fuck Kanenez over the table, My Lord, please! Fill Kaneezs cunt with My Lords thick cock and fuck hard until Kaneez is filled with My Lords glorious spunk, please, My Lord!
He chuckled and bent his head toward her cunt. He slammed four fingers into her at the same exact time he clamped his lips around her clit and sucked hard, slipping the tip of his tongue into the ring and tugging. Her hips bucked off the floor, and she screamed as her climax roared through her. Her hands clawed against the floor, and she thrashed around for several long moments until she was spent. He wasnt remotely done, though, and, unsure that her legs would hold her up against the table, he flipped her to her front. She was almost as limp as Giolla, but he pulled her hips up until her cunt was level with his cock, and then he unfastened his slacks, pulled his pulsing cock out, and slowly slid into her.
She groaned and balanced herself, her chest and her cheek on the floor.
Hold on, Kaneez, he grunted. This might hurt.
Just fuck Kaneez, My Lord, please! Allow Kaneez to cum all over My Lords gorgous cock, please!
He gripped her hips tightly, pulled out almost all the way, and then slammed into her. Her scream was music to his ears, and he plowed her cunt violently, driving her face into the floor with each forceful thrust. She would probably have a floor burn on her cheek and maybe on her belly after this, and the thought drove him on even more until he was pounding her balls-deep with barely a pause between strokes. He managed to hold off for five minutes, drawing two more intense, mind-shattering climaxes from her, but finally, he felt himself tighten, and with a scream of his own, he bottomed out inside her and pumped her full of his cum. He pulled out of her and dropped to the floor. She started to roll over, but he put his hand on her hip.
Dont move, he said, and she froze, her legs trembling. He tucked his cock back in his pants, straightened himself up, and knelt behind her. He watched as his spunk slowly dribbled out of her cunt, and he took two fingers and stuck them in her cunt, scooping out a generous amount of his cum, and then her used it to coat her asshole, pushing it as deep inside her as his fingers would reach. She moaned again, and he grinned. He added two more fingers as he pumped them in and out of her ass. You mentioned my fingers in your ass. Shall I fist you, Kaneez? Ram my arm up your ass until you cum again and again and again?
She only whimpered, and he slammed his free hand down on her upraised ass leaving a beautiful red imprint of his palm. Answer me, Kaneez! he snapped.
Please dont, My Lord, she said so softly he barely heard her.
He spanked her again on the other cheek. Why not? Does it hurt too much? Do you not like it? He continued sliding his four fingers in and out of her. Tell me, Kaneez. Why?
Because, My Lord, Kaneez will probably faint with another climax.
Is that all? he laughed. Thats not a good enough reason. He added his thumb and shoved until his fist was buried in her ass, wrenching a cry from her. He slid his arm deeper until it was in to the elbow, and then he pulled it out forcefully to his wrist. He knew she was enjoying it when she moaned loudly. He jammed it back in all the way and slammed his free hand down on her ass time and again, reddening it and causing her to scream. He continued beating her until he saw bruises forming, and then he slid his stinging hand down to her clit and flicked it ruthlessly. He continued to punch fist her bowels until he felt her start to shake, and then he stilled deep within her and viciously twisted her clit. She screamed as her ass clenched his forearm, and her entire body shook with the strength of her climax. True to her words, the scream died down into a groan, and even that died as she passed out cold.
He pulled his arm out of her and laid her on her side. He kissed her temple and went to the bathroom to clean up. He had work to do, and he desperately hoped Giolla stayed unconscious until he was done because he really wanted to punish her again for not cleaning up the mess in the dining room.
After his shower, he stayed naked and went to the basement. He walked past Giollas room to the ritual room, his bare feet slapping on the concrete floor. He unlocked the door and stood looking at the two whores hanging from the ceiling. They both had their eyes on him, and the dark-haired one whimpered softly. The room had changed in the last nine months, and those changes pleased him to no end.
Eight more drums had been added to the eight that had been there when Giolla joined their household. Two had steel boxes on top of them, and the others all had desiccated, plastic-coated heads on blankets. Mother was one of them now. She no longer got special treatment, she was just another whore, and it was only her salt and pepper hair that made her stand out in anyway from the others. After giving two souls at once to Chernobog, he had found out quickly that one whore at a time didnt satisfy him anymore, and so each time a sacrifice was required, it was always two at once. Like the two here now.
He had added something else to the drums. He had discovered that Kaneez had a wonderful talent for calligraphy, and she had made him labels for the drums in beautiful copperplate. They read as follows: four from Cincinnati, two each from Columbus, Richmond, Knoxville, and Lexington, and one each from Indianapolis, Louisville, and Pittsburgh. Only one had a West Virginia city named, and that was Charleston. It was the only thing that made Mothers drum different from the other whores. The two almost empty drums along the back wall had already had Nashville labels on them.
He picked up the ancient killing dagger from the shelf and stood in front of the dark-haired whore. He placed the dagger against her throat and fisted his hand in her hair to hold her still. She whimpered, but she had no strength left to fight him.
Beg me not to kill you, he whispered harshly.
Please, she breathed, please, sir, dont kill me. Please let me go. I wont tell anyone what happened, I promise. Please dont–
Her words were cut off abruptly as he drew the dagger across her throat, her carotid arteries spraying blood all over him. His cock rose as the warm blood dripped from his forehead, down his cheeks and off his chin, from his chest, over his cock and legs, down to his feet, and he sucked in a breath through his teeth. He dropped to his knees in the pool of blood, arms wide, and gave her black soul to Chernobog. Then he stood and moved in front of the other whore. He had thought she was all screamed out, but he was wrong. As soon as her gaze took in his blood-covered form, her eyes went wide, and her scream pounded into his brain until he was rock-hard and pulsing. He didnt give her a chance to beg for her life, he simply slashed her throat, cutting her scream off like a light, drenching him in more blood. Again, he dropped to his knees and offered her soul to his black god.
When he had sawed off their heads, dumped their bodies in the drums, and prepared their heads in their steel boxes, he went to the shower and immediately took himself in hand. As the hot water streamed over him, washing their blood down the drain, he pumped his cock violently, resting his head and forearm on the tile wall. He was hurting himself he was jacking off so hard, but he needed it, and it took only a few minutes before he shot his load against the wall, roaring out his ecstasy. When he could breathe again, he finished cleaning himself. and he had just finished with the last bit of blood in the hallway when he heard Kaneez scream.
He dropped everything in the hallway and sprinted up the stairs. He fully expected to see that Giolla had attacked her, but the servant was kneeling beside her, pushing her hair from her sweaty forehead, a concerned look on her face. Kaneez was kneeling in a puddle of fluid, and he grinned. His child was coming.
He quickly scooped Kaneez into his arms and carried her to the room he had meticulously set up for this event. He had ordered everything using a dummy account from a cyber cafe in Richmond, and it had been delivered to an empty apartment a month ago. He had paid some stranger three thousand dollars to sign for it and leave. He had then traveled to Richmond and transported it all back home. The room now looked like the most sophisticated hospital room, and he was confident that he could deliver his child safely. He had spent most of the last four months reading about how to do it, and he was not worried. Kaneez was a different story.
She clutched at his arm when he laid her on the bed. My Lord, Kaneez cannot do this! It hurts, My Lord.
I know it does, my mate, but think. When it is over, you will have a beautiful child to love and care for and raise in the glory of Chernobog. He caressed her head as another contraction crashed into her. It had only been a few minutes since her water had broken, but he knew his Kaneez was special, and he wouldnt be surprised if she had the fastest labor in history.
It may not have been the fastest, but it was fast. Within two hours of her water breaking, he held his son in his arms, wrapped in a soft blanket. It had been a short but intense labor, and Kaneez was asleep behind him. The mess of childbirth had been cleaned up by Giolla. She had done so quickly but stiffly, and now, she was kneeling in the corner of the room, her head down and her hands behind her back.
He had done every test on his son that the hospital staff would have, and there was absolutely nothing wrong with him. He was perfect.
Samil, my son, he breathed as he gazed into his sons blue eyes. He inhaled deeply and savored his scent and then he left the room with his child. He walked to the library and opened the altar doors. He pulled off the blanket and placed his newborn son next to the obsidian bowl. Do not be afraid, my son, he whispered as he sliced his own palm with the dagger and held it over the bowl until it was full. He clenched his fist until the blood stopped flowing, and then he took his childs tiny hand and pricked the palm with the tip of the blade. Samil let out a cry, but it quickly died down to a whimper, and Ahriman held the little hand over the bowl until a single drop fell to mix with his own blood. He placed his thumb over the boys pinprick of a wound until he was satisfied it was no longer bleeding, and then he dipped his finger in the bowl and drew Chernobogs symbol on his sons chest and belly before doing the same on his own forearms. When the symbols were dry, he took his son in his hands, knelt before the altar, and held Samil up high.
Chernobog, I ask that you bless this child and keep him safe throughout his life. I dedicate his life to you and vow to raise him in such a way that will please you, and I vow to teach him all that is necessary for him to grow in your esteem and your grace.
He cradled his son close to his chest and, to his shock and horror, felt a tear escape the corner of his eye. He hadnt cried since he was four years old, and he hastily wiped it away. Tears were a sign of weakness. Only bitches and whores and others cried. Ahriman didnt cry.
As if sensing his fathers unease, Samil began to whimper, and he quickly wrapped the boy up again and walked back to the birthing room. Kaneez was awake, and when he walked in, she smiled at him. He sat down on her bed and, without taking his eyes from her, he said, Giolla, fetch a bottle for my son.
From the corner of his eye, he saw Giolla jump to her feet and run from the room.
Is Kaneez not to breastfeed My Lords son?
No, he said, using one hand to pinch her areola and dipping his head to lick away the drop of milk that beaded on her nipple. You would have to remove your jewelry, and that will not happen. Besides, he said, squeezing more milk from her, these are mine alone. He latched onto her breast and used his fingers to milk her, lapping up every drop that flowed from her.
Oh, yes, Ahriman! she whispered, and he moved to her other breast when the first was dry. By the time he finished with that one, Giolla was kneeling at his feet, the bottle held up toward him. He took it without a word and held it to his sons lips. Samil latched on immediately and began sucking.
My Lord?
He looked up at Kaneez. Yes, my mate?
How long until My Lord can fuck Kaneez again?
He frowned, and Samil squirmed. He raised the boy to his shoulder and coaxed a burp from him. Six fucking weeks to be safe, he said bitterly, but then he smiled slightly. I can still fuck your mouth, though, and for six weeks, thats what Ill do, often.
She smiled back, and her eyes twinkled, but he shook his head. Not now. You need to rest, and so does Samil. You will stay in this room until you feel strong enough to return to mine, and you had better be fucking honest about that, Kaneez. If I discover that youve lied to me about feeling better, I just might string you up in the ritual room.
Her smile faltered, and she hung her head. Yes, Ahriman, she said softly, and then he caught her chin in his fingers and pulled her head up. He kissed her fiercely, and she was breathing hard when he released her.
Thank you, Kaneez, for giving me my son.
My Lord is welcome, she said, her smile back. Kaneez is proud to give My Lord a son.
He kissed her forehead. Sleep now. I will check on you later.
She snuggled under the covers. Yes, Ahriman. She closed her eyes, and he left the room, his son asleep in his arms.
Giolla!
She appeared quickly and knelt at his feet, head down and hands behind her.
Is Samils room ready?
She nodded silently, and he shoved her aside with his foot and walked upstairs. He had turned the room next to his into a nursery and had added a connecting door. He pinned a diaper onto his son before swaddling him tightly and laying him in his cradle, thanking Chernobog one more time for his perfect child.
TO BE CONTINUED…
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