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the sleeping pill had worked great. too. For a moment I feared that the boy was dead. Instead it was stone dead, but sleeping. fell in a few minutes like a cooked pear. I now had to give me to do. drag it down below, in the playroom. So call: the playroom.

-I can offer you a drink? - The little shit had accepted - thank you gladly - and there in the kitchen drops down in the drink while he could not see me. then a good mixed and the magic potion that was pretty ready. poor bastard.

I was polite and friendly so far. indeed, almost subdued, almost shy. I went often in that area of ​​the park to pick up. and I was good. but this time it was something different than usual. very different.

when I saw him I knew it was perfect. per-fet-to! I just do not be too explicit, I could not risk sending me to fuck off as an old queen. I had to act in trickery. make sure it was him, I believe that the same guy towing. that we had fallen. an exchange of glances again and yet again at the end of the excuse of cigarettes ...

-Sorry, you'd have a light?

Sure-sure!

all downhill from there onwards. What do you do what you do not make you real nice here I do not often come to us and shit like that. to conclude. a hustler beautiful and good. in the end the poem ends and everything always boils down to something very trivial. bleakly banal. But this time I had in mind a very special evening. oh no, it was not trivial. so I could not go wrong. and then as I said the boy was perfect.

a prey item when there are some precautions I should take. Meanwhile, not to be seen by anyone with the prey. then informed of his status. ie family, friends and dates. in short, potential threats of pain in the ass of someone who can be traced back to me. so while we drove by car to my house I had two dozen questions, seemingly innocent and trivial but in reality I was informed about everything that I needed to know about him.

M and was called out over and above a student's off-site, in the sense that friends and family were in another citt?.magnifico, nobody would have tried for quite some time young but not young but showed much less of his years .

I change strategy at the time, adapting to circumstances and to whom I'm facing. M I realized it was a pretty shit. even arrogant, manner and speech. so as I said I had opted for a submissive attitude of the fake. I tended to give him more reason to be kind and very gentle. This had caused him more relaxed and that meant that he was lowering his guard. more and more. so did not suspect anything, zero to zero when I brought the drinks. had not even put any question about whether I lived alone in a large country house, isolated from the rest. it was that along with a complete stranger to her house. probably he was convinced that to have things in hand ... haha ​​poor deluded.! soon, very soon you would realize that he had miscalculated.

was not then a big effort to bring him down. the staircase is steep, that's fine, but the boy weighs little. will be about sixty pounds, no more ... ... I would say a high and seventies. a light weight short.

but here we are. we arrived. becomes increasingly difficult and I am no longer young. I think of something ... I know ... I have to hurry like a freight elevator would not want to awaken the shit right now. that it would be a mess. I hit him on the head, but I could run the risk of killing him with a blow too hard.

I begin to undress. Meanwhile, I think the surprise when you find yourself half naked and very uncomfortable .... I imagine his face. usually react with surprise at first. then when they realize the situation really mocking smiles disappear suddenly. from then on understood to be in a very precarious situation. indeed potentially dangerous.

I take it the first ili thick wool sweater. jeans and shoes and socks. the wing and take off my panties, too late I leave wearing only a T-shirt. The first thing I notice is that it is completely shaved. not a hair on her legs that one, smooth as a baby's ass. also has very few pubic hairs. is lying on his stomach on the floor of the room. I look at my ass. nice firm and round. nine votes, just because we take only ten to the gods. the legs are beautiful. lean and firm. tapered muscles of the thighs, calves, well defined, slender ankles. even the feet deserve full marks. Small, in my opinion than a forty forty-one, well taken care of the skin soft, with a very pronounced arch. slender, with fingers absolutely proportionate. he being on his stomach on the soles of his feet are pointing up and make up all those folds of skin that I have always found it extremely curled erotic.

I pause a moment to contemplate the whole, focusing on various details ... fuck me now just what I have to move or wake up.

however, that prey, that shot. I have your mouth watering. this guy is really perfect. I was right.

the playroom is not a place improvised. over time, my passions have evolved and with them the room, or better equipment that I installed. is not great but the space is well utilized. I also put into operation a good lighting system because I like to see well what I do and then I need if I want to take some photos. I stuck to the ceiling four adjustable rings that I use when I want to hang my prey. sometimes hang them by their wrists and sometimes the feet upside down, as was done with the pigs once. depends on the imagination of the moment and what inspires me the prey. but it is not the case today. at least not tonight. Then I put a small bench, low and short of wood. a simple thing that I use for incaprettamento and other small places of passage. But the highlight of furniture is the table of torture. I have personally built, with my hands. an excellent job of assembling. on my design course. consists of a steel base, a board eight feet long to which are added to the four corners rings with sturdy leather wrist bands, which in turn are connected to chains that are part of many pulleys. the pulleys are driven by an electric motor. putting them in action I can stretch and stretch your whole body tied on the table by pulling in four directions. or only in two directions depends. mechanisms are independent and adjustable. the plank type of traction used in the Middle Ages that have inspired me. a really nice arrangement. I chose steel as the material because it is easier to wash and I take much care of my equipment. are methodical. Once at work I remember a colleague of mine told me that I was picky about how I could very well be a serial killer. we all had a good laugh over. I remember that I told her I was right. people sometimes do not even imagine what comes closer to reality without realizing it. But back to us. But I chose to start another thing for my new friend. the pillory. as I said I usually let myself be guided by my instincts from the sensations of the moment. to see him lying on the ass in the air made me instantly want to fuck. now first. her ass naked and hard inspired me.

this is a quite unusual though. usually never mix the two. or when I do I want to do that and just have sex. I go, someone trailer, pay, maybe go to the hotel, I make my scopatina as all end of story. But when I feel like a prey, somebody to bring down here usually I only torture, pure pain. No sex. no distractions. but this time I will make an exception. this ass if he really deserves a thorough study .... I need this in the shame tonight.

with a bit of effort I put up. fold it to ninety shoves his neck and wrists in the media and then close the top stuck inside. He still hung on for a while but slowly starting to wake up. I want you to be awake and alert. I do not want to lose even a single minute of fun.

here it is. we. ohhh my head ... but what ... but ... where the usual things. they always say the same things more or less.

- Well wake up darling. I've been waiting

support both my hands on his buttocks firm and begin to feel everywhere. key touch feel I admire. smooth skin soft ass hard

- Mmm my friend have an ass that is a fairy tale. I want it to taste like a ripe fruit

Meanwhile, the sucker starts the series of protests and lamentations. where they are because what you do what you want from me let me go so I will not say anything. I do not play in any way and in the meantime I've dropped my pants. my dick is already a rod of marble. are as hard a few times. not delay further. I can not wait any longer. call of the wild is too strong. I open her buttocks with his hands and unceremoniously slam into him. yells the cries and protests. music to my ears, even if we do not feel at this time. are too busy enjoying. then after a while it explodes in a violent orgasm, howling like a wolf of the steppe. god what a nice cumshot.

I clean as I'm the one that begins to insult: the bastard asshole here you'll pay and so on. is a rather incosueta. are generally more docile. you shit in your hand almost instantly. M but has a nice temper. I like it. also in terms of personality. give me more satisfaction.

the go ahead. I look at him in the face for a moment and then buckled him quite a few slaps.

- This time to teach you a little education, little bastard. I'm going to take a shower and eat something. all the fuss made me hungry. but you stay here. enjoy dinner without the pillory.

that evening. fuck that. I'm almost tempted to hold it at the boy. keep it as a slave drive. You know things like the slave master. relationships of those beautiful beautiful world where S & M play to interpret the roles. then think about it I realize that is not something for me. I was the only thing I have in common with the world in case SM is pleased to tie a nice guy. stop, end. there is no other. no, not work. everyone should be themselves and live for what it feels like to be. this is my background in philosophy and also my moral alibi for what I do.

I can not wait. I go down again in the playroom. I find him as I left last night. standing, bent at ninety degrees to the neck and wrists locked in the pillory with the bare buttocks to the wind. I feel very tired, very experienced.

- Here we are again my dear M. I hope you have spent a good night's why today we have other things to do.

and one begins to wonder that I fail to release more respect and things like that. I do not like. I do not want submissive.

- Okay - I say - you can live with. you free

that looks at me full of hope

- But first I have to do to get some sleep

and shot in his buttocks beautiful beautiful syringe full of a powerful sleeping potion. We can not risk that just the free one I will jump to the neck like an angry boar. I have my best years in the fund. time six minutes and there he sent the beautiful world of dreams, thanks to the tiredness. only that the beautiful world of dreams did not last long. returned shortly after the harsh reality that in this case is the hard bench. after having freed us from the shame I have lying on his stomach and incaprettato well well. the British call this position hogtie. ... happy with their hands tied behind his back, ankles tied to each other and legs bent back toward his head. little variation I connected with her wrists ankles with a rope instead tie his ankles to the neck. I do not want to risk that I choked. have only the shirt on him. the rest is bare.

However, for me it's perfect for what I have in mind. tonight I'm inspired by his feet.

This time I put a ball in his mouth tied behind the neck with a strap. a ballgag, more gadgets have borrowed from the world's sm ... sssordido vulgar not to be disturbed by his bullshit. I want to shut up. The most one can grumble if you really want.

I approach and I lean toward him. I look good. the soles of his bare feet are directed just towards my face.

- M you know you have beautiful feet. I love those folds of skin on the soles.

I touch them. everywhere. first with his hands and then start to kiss and lick. with one hand and grab the ankles starting from the beginning to lick heels going up all along the arch, along all the plants to reach the fingers. I begin to suck her toes eagerly at a time between your finger and lick each other. then down again on the instep. first one then the other. are excited. I masturbate I can not resist resist resist. I unbuttoned and I take his cock in hand and start hacking away. in a moment I have a powerful orgasm. it was enough just to come to touch me I was so excited. But now I'm pissed off with myself. I had to resist. I failed.

- To blame your bad ass - the cry face - because you are so beautiful perch???

I take a bamboo stick and start on the soles of the feet. a two, three, ten, twenty times. how can he struggles mumbles. His face is distorted by pain. the soles of his feet are all reddened by the blows. I grab the fingers and bend backwards extend the right foot. Now the plant is completely smooth. lick it again and then slapped down again and again and then licking chopsticks. in the end we are exhausted. both. I have to sit a moment. just feel our breath in the silence of the room. watch it

- You're a bastard you know? - I tell him.

enough. I get up and I'm leaving. I go out and leave them as is.

god that guy makes me mad is sending me crazy. but that takes me? I have to be seconded efficient cold. as usual. and instead this time I can not. the truth is that I like M too. I can not stop thinking about him. Today I went down twice to see how he was. I brought food and drink. I washed it. I toyed for a while. I'm falling in love. this should not happen. on TV say they have killed bin Laden. know that good news. a bullet in the head and bye bye Osama. at the bottom you were more fortunate than M. he did not happen. I mean in front of the ball. M will die very, very slowly.

I can not resist I have to get back in the playroom.

third day. nobody was a guest in my room so long. more than two days. M is already into the third. but even today will be his last. this time I think of something else.

- Hello little bastard. How are your feet? still sick? - Fi laugh good taste.

- You're ready to begin a new adventure? a new journey in pain?

hang. like animals to the slaughterhouse. this was my vision. Technically if I wanted to slaughter a pig as I hung by the feet, head down. but I had other plans in mind for him. I fall from the ceiling with two rings, leather bracelets. them to him and then tie around the wrists aziono the lifting mechanism. that is still asleep. the usual injection of sleeping pills is an increasing effect. I think I must be careful with the dose or risk to kill him. expected to catch. lethal injection. However now it is waking up. is hung by his wrists. feet four inches from the floor. completely hangs suspended from the ground. I take a big gap and go up to him.

- Time to be naked.

the cut off t-shirt. is now completely naked. her chest is completely smooth like the rest of the body. single hair. even under the armpits. I stop to watch him. is truly a beautiful specimen. a perfect body. not even a little fat around the waist. a flat stomach and smooth as a drum. a lean and defined chest. lean and defined muscles. wonderful. will be my masterpiece. around behind him and keep his muscular back. I have a moment of indecision. his back under the tension of the hanging position is pulled all the muscles in full view. seems the board of a treaty on human anatomy. are tempted to draw back on this wonderful with a scalpel. track grooves, exposing muscles, remove strips of skin stripping. or use the whip. in the end I decided to whip. I work first with his legs and his butt. I choose a subtle but very effective whip and start to hit. on the back of the thighs first. then sit on. one two three ten, twenty strokes. each lash leaving a red streak on her skin smooth and delicate. the mumbles from evil. shake your legs hanging moves that are free. tries to kick but the more you shake the more I enjoy it. I think a well hung beef. But after a while I get tired. a whip, but he does not believe is a difficult task. I stop. does not bleed much. only a little. better that way. I drink. I got thirsty. I always have one or two bottles of water at your fingertips.

- Do not relax too much treasure - I say - I quench the thirst for a moment and start again immediately.

now it's back. woodpecker here stronger. small flaps of skin peeled off from tense muscles. rivulets of blood down following the design of the back muscles and spine. I stop to watch him. The temptation is almost coming to me ... almost ... almost

one of the practices that have always fascinated me more of the systems of torture was the good old days of skinning. turn around and go ahead.

- Do you know M, great to see your bare back gave me an idea: you could skinning, skinned alive. little by little. what you think. do not you think it's a good idea?

M do not know if he really understood what I said because he looked at me with a kind of expression to be stupid. I go to the table and take a scalpel. sleek and efficient as all my instruments. I like to have instruments that are clean and tidy. are a method on the other hand no? as stupid says my colleague? ah yes, I have a mind of serial killer! I'm looking at the back of the boy. are undecided. wing tip support end of the scalpel at the base of the neck. more or less the height of the seventh cervical vertebra and carve. a long vertical cut down the side of the spine along the paravertebral muscles until his sacrum. bleed less than they thought. I repeat the same and then cut parallel to the first one about ten inches away. then join the two cuts. Now lift the flap of skin at the base of the neck with his fingers and begins to detach by pulling down. I do a bit of strength. the skin is firmly attached to its underlying connective. Meanwhile, the howls like a coyote skinned. has become all hard and moves a bit too much for my taste, but now the job is almost done. in the end I unplugged all the central strip of skin that runs from the base of the neck to the lower back. seen in the muscle and tendon. a mixture of white and red. I realize now that while only one has decided to pass out. I think little man. I'm happy for today. and then I came hungry and I also have a commission to do. I almost forgot. I have to go in the mail this afternoon. just enough time to take a shower and get out. something to eat at the restaurant Carlo.

by Charles the food is good. is one of those family-run inns can still be found in the province. I ordered a sea bass and a plate of beans. and a half liter of house red. I finally concede a well cooked in coffee. I was thinking about while I ate M. the guy is tough but I do not want to overdo it. have already gone beyond the average time I usually concede. have already been three days. I've decided. Tomorrow morning, the grand finale. I can not risk losing it along.

I wake up early the next morning. I go down in the playroom of humming a tune Mannoia. are in good spirits.

- Hello my dear M. wake up, wake up! The early bird catches the worm do not know? and then today we have a long day. difficult but we will see a lot of satisfaction.

that is still asleep. remained where I left last night on the floor, after I had pulled down from the hanging rings. I had also washed well and given drink. water and honey. I take the usual syringe with tranquilizer-sleeping pill.

- You know this already right?

aspect that makes the narcotic effect and then I start to work. dragged him to the plank and then we lie down on the belly up. is already starting to move. I used a very light dose this time. I want him awake for the grand finale but now I must hurry to tie it. I tie her wrists and ankles in four sturdy leather bracelets to their respective corners. now I can relax and wait for it to wake up very well. I light a cigarette and waiting patiently.

- Welcome back among us M. I did not want to start without you. I need your full attention because we expect a very delicate work. first to explain what we do, however, is missing only one small thing. I need to have the complete immobilization of your body then takes patience ... but I have to stretch a bit.

I smiled like a child before a new toy to try everything. I get close to a switch and start the drive mechanism of the table. immediately set in motion an electric motor pulleys connected to four simultaneous bracelets that bind the hands and feet of the boy. Slowly but surely his body was put in traction. more and more. increasingly engaged. ironed. oblongata. what I see with two eyes growing wide, astonished. rather incredulous. I still smile sweetly. stopped only when I see the mechanism that starts breathing with difficulty. is so drawn that his rib cage is hard to expand. still okay because his whole body is completely immobilized by the tension of the chains. can only turn his head slightly and move your fingers and piedi.ogni single part of his body is in traction delineated muscles, bones protruding and visible under the skin taut. even his tendons and ligaments in your joints.

I stop to contemplate the magnificent spectacle. a body lying on a table completely blocked, and vulnerable is a show that has always excited me a lot but this time it's really great. M really has the perfect body for this position. really gives you the best of himself so bound.

- M my god you're a god. you should see. you are simply beautiful. More are the embodiment of my idea of ​​perfection.

my cock has become a marble. I approach and put a hand on his chest. its thinness is enhanced by the position and strength. under the skin smooth and taut chest you can see, count all twelve pairs of ribs. with his hand caress, it follows the profile. the furrows between one and another. my hands playing with his ribs dance on the rib cage that looks like a cathedral that rises on the high plains. the plain is his belly. rather than a plain looks like a valley. it sinks below its back ribs. is not only very flat and stretched like the skin of a drum. is dug, covered. as if it had been sucked inwards by a kind of vacuum. and in the middle of the plain, lonely as a rare gem her navel. round, important. then back again below the hip bones. the iliac crests protrude just like the ribs. appear to be wings. almost seem to be to tear the thin skin covering them. fantastic. I can safely ignore his genitals. are not what interests me. with his hands caress her bare belly so so tense so vulnerable and inviting. I appreciate the compact. the skin is smooth as silk. not even a light down a hair covering her face.

I think I have the foaming at the mouth. I can not resist the temptation and I lean on him. My tongue slides into her belly button that starts greedily sucking moaning with pleasure. enough. Enough S. Stop. this bastard is driving me crazy.

- Whether you are cursed. the snarl on his face. my face has changed suddenly. I realize that I did bad because I read in his eyes a look of pure terror. I can regain control of myself and the situation. I can not screw it up right now swept by the force. I have to stay cool and controlled.

- OK M. it's time to start

I take a scalpel. beginning to draw to draw furrows along the ribs of m following the outline. tense and thin skin opens with incredible ease. Print and wipe the blood coming out. I want to keep the work area clean. He breathes heavily. mumbles. do not care for her complaints.

I once knew a guy with similar tastes to mine. for example this guy is very excited to hear more of his victims scream. to me instead of just annoying. especially in a case like this that requires the right concentration. In fact, now begins the final part. the more complicated.

support the scalpel blade at the base of his sternum. my left hand is raised to her chest. I concentrate. inexorably begin to decline slowly with the blade down. cut. arrival navel. by dividing it in half. continues until the blade meets the pubic bone. I stop. the thin skin of his belly opened like butter. skin tight flat stomach and pulled concave. so far so good. seen in the abdominal muscles. contracts from the pain. like the rest of his body on the other hand. I repeat the cut. deeper this time. muscles are cut separate. are inside. support the scalpel and take two large surgical retractors. with your hands gently widen the wound edges and fixed at both ends of the two spreaders at the top and bottom.

I'm sweating but my hands are still. safe. I have long studied this process. I consulted the texts of surgery used in medical schools. atlas of comparative anatomy. nothing is left to chance. everything must be perfect. M is too precious. the ideal subject for this type of procedure.

I stop and look. I watch spellbound. her abdomen is completely wide open. open before me. hardly believe my eyes. his guts. are the thing that impresses me is most striking. are beautiful. are very long. a cord of white and pink all cleverly rolled into countless turns compact filling every space. I really do not think that a skinny abdomen like his could hold so much stuff. thrust his hands directly in the middle of the skein of the intestines. through water in there. touch caress move handles. his guts are hot. hot and humid. slip through my fingers. then slowly beginning the painstaking work of gutting. I gently grab the end of the rectum, the cut at the base and start to unwind the skein. meters and meters. calmly pulled out everything. his intestines slowly. will consider at least a dozen meters. occasionally look at it. her face is a grimace of pain but also disbelief. does not believe he's really going on. or perhaps he is captured by its beauty. when I finished pulling out all the intestines including the stomach can not help but notice that her stomach is empty for almost two-thirds. on the bottom you can see the spine. I now dedicate the rest of his abdominal organs. spleen, bladder, kidney, pancreas, liver and finally the big brown. loses a lot of blood now. unfortunately I had to cut blood vessels also important. I look at it. only now I realize that he stopped breathing. I fear it was bleeding. but now I'm done. I'm done.

I sat down exhausted. I only have the strength to masturbate free at last. I can give vent to my instinct, so long repressed and controlled. I come to the end.

I fell asleep. when I wake up. M is still tied up on the table. open like a rabbit. unwound the tangle of his intestines lying on the floor next to the other internal organs. There is also a lot of blood around. I have to force myself. I clean everything and sbaraccare. As usual this is the least satisfying part of job. I'll have to saw off the body parts. cut hands, feet, legs, arms. separate the upper body parts. and then dissolve all the acid bath. I expect an intense day of work. but it was worth it. god it was worth it. M was really perfect. has undoubtedly been my masterpiece. his memory will stay with me forever. I think I masturbate thinking about him and these moments for years to venire.ripensand to his body at his feet, his ass, his abdomen, its entrails.

as long as I live I will not touch until I too know the hell and pay for all this.

but this is my destiny. and I can not do anything.

just put me in search of the next guest in my playroom.

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One a Day serial Rapists Long Weekend

He had planned for this weekend for a few weeks. As always, he stalked his victims for days at a time while planning his attacks. The serial rapists' m.o. had always been the same. He would pick out potential targets, and then he would find out everything about their daily habits before planning and executing his assault. His assaults were usually brief, rarely longer than 1 hour, and most lasting only about 30-45 minutes. And, not surprisingly, he was very excited about this batch of targets...

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Ahriman The Evolution of a Serial Killer 5

Introduction: Part 5 Please read parts 1-4 to understand the story, especially before voting. No, Mother, please! It hurts! Shut the fuck up, you little shit! You drove him away! He left because of you! They all leave because of you! The belt came down across my back yet again, and I screamed, my six-year old voice shrill and tiny. I was tied to the bedpost, and I couldnt understand why she was hurting me. I hadnt done anything wrong. Mother had just dragged me out of bed and tied me up. I...

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Am I turning into a serial killer or savior Pat two

Ever since I shattered that guys collar bone I've been trying to get that same rush over and over again with no results. Ive tried skydiving, bungee jumping, rock climbing and a half dozen other things that are suppose to give you a rush but they all seem to fall short. It finally got to the point to where it was affecting my job. "John come in. John can you hear me? DAMNIT JOHN PICK UP YOUR FUCKING RADIO AND TELL ME HOW MUCH TIME WE HAVE LEFT!!!!" Oh fuck, radio radio radio...

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Ahriman The Evolution of a Serial Killer 18

Introduction: Part 18 *****Just a quick note: Chapter 17 was removed by the site because Samil was under the age of eighteen when Ahriman introduced him to the sacrifice. Im not going to rewrite it so that hes older, so just continue from here.***** Ahriman pulled the Cayenne off the road into the trees far enough that it wasnt visible to anyone driving by and looked at his son. Samil was a man now, but he still wasnt comfortable with this. Are you sure about this, Samil? You understand how...

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Ahriman The Evolution of a Serial Killer 16

Introduction: Part 16 Please read parts 1-15 to understand the story, especially before voting. He was driving through downtown Roanoke, Kaneez in the passenger seat of his brand new Porsche Cayenne. He wasnt looking for whores this triphe had two of those already strung up in the ritual room. No, this time he was looking for a replacement for the bitch he had sacrificed six months earlier. She had joined the whores and Mother in her own drum an astonishing two days after he had skinned her....

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Ahriman The Evolution of a Serial Killer 2

Introduction: Part 2 Please read part 1 to understand the story, especially before voting. I woke up to the smell of piss again. I scrambled out of bed and was stripping the sheets when the door slammed open against the wall. She closed it, grabbed me by the hair, and threw me to the ground. No, Mother, please! Youre disgusting! Fourteen years old and still pissing in your bed! Strip those filthy clothes off now! I had to do what she said, even though I knew what was coming. The sick...

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Ahriman The Evolution of a Serial Killer 7

Introduction: Part 7 Please read parts 1-6 to understand the story, especially before voting. The whores lasted two months. Two months of magnificent screams and coppery blood and sublime fucking of Kaneez. He was careful to inflict only wounds on them that were not life-threatening in and of themselves. He fed them the same porridge Kaneez ate, and they amazed him with their will to live. He taunted them with the idea that he would one day let them go, and they believed him. It was the...

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Ahriman The Evolution of a Serial Killer 15

Introduction: Part 15 Please read parts 1-14 to understand the story, especially before voting. The ropes dug into my skin as I fought against the pain lancing through my body. The man Mother had been with earlier had decided that he wanted me instead. He had given her enough promises of happily ever after that, for the first time, she agreed without hesitation, and he had torn the tender virgin tissue around my young butt when he shoved his penis into me. Mother had tied me to the bed after he...

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Ahriman The Evolution of a Serial Killer 6

Introduction: Part 6 Please read parts 1-5 to understand the story, especially before voting. When he woke up, the clock showed almost eleven oclock, and he sat up, running his hands over his chest. There was no sweat, his heart rate was slow and steady, and he hadnt dreamt at all. Six hours of blissful, dreamless sleep, and he knew Chernobog was appeased. The blood of the bitch downstairs had indeed kept the nightmares away. He got out of bed, dropped to his knees, spread his arms, and bowed...

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Ahriman The Evolution of a Serial Killer 8

Introduction: Part 8 Please read parts 1-7 to understand the story, especially before voting. The speedometer was just inching past one hundred miles an hour when the sirens and lights started up behind him. Fucking hell! he snarled as he slowed down and pulled off onto the shoulder of the road. He shut off the car and reached into the glove box to get out the paperwork he knew the officer would ask for, and then he rolled down his window and waited. He wasnt worried, he was just irritated. ...

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Ahriman The Evolution of a Serial Killer 13

Introduction: Part 13 Please read parts 1-12 to understand the story, especially before voting When he went into the bitches room after showering, he almost laughed out loud when he saw that Kaneez had put Nokara on the platform he had used the day he pierced her nipples and clit. The bitch was in the exact same position Kaneez had been in with her legs spread by the bar and the chain raised so that only her shoulders touched the platform. Instead of a collar, though, Kaneez had run a rope...

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Ahriman The Evolution of a Serial Killer 19

Introduction: Part 19 Kaneez had once told him he was insane, long ago, and so had many of the whores before he had bled the desire to speak out of them. He hadnt believed any of them, but now he wasnt so sure. He knew what he wanted, he thought he knew what they wanted, he knew what Chernobog had demanded of him, and he knew it was insane. In the eight months since Samil had attempted to rape his sister, Ahrimans mind had been conjuring up similar scenarios concerning his eldest daughter. He...

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Ahriman The Evolution of a Serial Killer 20

Introduction: Part 20: The Final Chapter Prostitutes continued to disappear from cities in several states surrounding West Virginia. Not a single one was from West Virginia, however, for Drake Atherton wasnt stupid, and neither was his son, Samil, nor his grandson, Abaddon. They knew that the closer to home they hunted, the greater the chance of getting caught. All three were priests of Chernobog, although Ahriman was the high priest, and all three had been involved in at least some of the...

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Ahriman The Evolution of a Serial Killer 11

Introduction: Part 11 Please read parts 1-10 to understand the story, especially before voting. The trip to Jacksonville had taken him nine and a half hours, but he felt energized as he walked into the club. As when he had obtained Kaneez, the noise inside pounded his brain and made him want to vomit, but he kept his other smile on his face and leaned against the bar, a gin and tonic at his elbow. He picked up the glass and took a small sip as his eyes roamed over the crowd, looking for his...

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Ahriman The Evolution of a Serial Killer 12

Introduction: Part 12 Please read parts 1-11 to understand the story, especially before voting. The doorbell woke him with a start. He looked around the room, but Kaneez and Samil were both gone. He bolted out of bed and raced down the stairs. Kaneez and Giolla were in the kitchen, Kaneez cradling Samil, their eyes wide and frightened. He was pleased to see Giolla had not removed the dildo from her cunt, but he had no time to reward her. He stormed toward them and hissed, Downstairs! Now! Not a...

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Ahriman The Evolution of a Serial Killer 4

Introduction: Part 4 (More of an explanation chapter than anything else) Please read parts 1-3 to understand the story, especially before voting. The city. He hated it. He hated the glaringly bright lights, the rancid odors, the pulsating noise, the suffocating heat, the sheer number of others crammed together like chickens bred for slaughter. He only came to find his prey, and that was why he was here now. This was one of several cities he hunted in, none of which were in the same state as his...

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Ahriman The Evolution of a Serial Killer 14

Introduction: Part 14 Please read parts 1-13 to understand the story, especially before voting. When he came back downstairs after making sure Kaneez was comfortable, he had several supplies with him including gauze, more rubbing alcohol, and hydrogen peroxide. As he walked down the steps, he was surprised to see Giolla kneeling at the foot of the stairs, trembling. The dildo was still strapped inside her, and he was happy to see that she hadnt disobeyed him by taking it out without permission....

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Ahriman The Evolution of a Serial Killer 9

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. ...

3 years ago
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Ahriman The Evolution of a Serial Killer 3

Introduction: Part 3 Please read parts 1-2 to understand the story, especially before voting. I looked down at Mother as she sucked me off. Her hot mouth on my penis felt amazing, even as I wanted to scream in agony from the whip marks on my back and butt. Mother had cleaned them with rubbing alcohol again, and they sent pulses of pain through my body just as pulses of pleasure flew through me from the wet warmth around my penis. Then the pleasure stopped, but the pain increased as Mother...

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Ahriman The Evolution of a Serial Killer 1

Introduction: Ahriman means Devil or Evil Spirit in Middle Persian. He took one last look around the room and decided it was ready. He was ready. Mother was ready. It was time. He left the house, making sure to arm the security system. He knew that Mother wouldnt try to go anywhere–she couldnt move without his help now–but he had to keep the others out. If they got in and saw the room, they wouldnt understand. Mother understood, though. She had practically told him how to furnish it. ...

2 years ago
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Parallelalities The Serial Take

Parallelalities - The Serial Take (Part 1 of 5) by Bill Hart Randy stared at his television totally disgusted. He simply couldn't believe all the worthless crap that was being put out on his new six-foot screen. And the garbage wasn't coming from just the six over-the-air networks. Even his recently expanded digital cable system had absolutely nothing he considered worth taking the time to watch on any of its over two hundred channels. Tonight was going to be one...

3 years ago
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Jackies Adventures in Utopia A Sweet and Sexy Serial 1

Jackie's Adventures in Utopia: A Sweet and Sexy Serial, #1 By Jackie Quick Good day, sweethearts! My name's Jackie. I live in a place you may have dreamed of, but I'm sure you've never been here: Utopia. I don't mean just any "utopia" with a little "u"; I mean the real Utopia, the one Sir Thomas More wrote about centuries ago. It's a whole lot different here now than it was then, though--come with me and see! Down here, hidden away somewhere between Tahiti and Antarctica, there's...

3 years ago
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A Killer Comes To Visit

Copyright © 2002-2003 Pookie. All rights reserved. It's been fun staying in this nice home all week with my boyfriend. I've been house sitting for the Riley's, who have been gone since last Friday and aren't due back until this coming Sunday. House sitting can be a great job if you have all the amenities with it. With it just being Thursday, we still have some days left to enjoy the comforts that are unknown at the apartments we live in. The Riley's are paying me to stay in their...

4 years ago
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SRU Killer

SRU: Killer By Julie It was one of the loveliest spots in the area. The black tarmac of the road wove around the gentle hills. Their slopes were scattered with trees. Newly foliaged with the advance of spring, the trees were covered in dogwood blossoms. The open spaces were filled with a profusion of wildflowers; their colors pleasing to the eyes and their aromas, the nose. The birds were singing their mating songs since spring is a time of rebirth. The rest stop is...

4 years ago
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MAU Too Catch a Killer A Halloween Story

MAU: "To Catch a Killer" A Halloween Horror Story The deep shadows, cast by tall hedge row, were more than enough concealment as he moved forward. Slowly, the killer kept pace with his prey. Every sense tingled with pent up excitement, this was the moment he lived for and the moment he dreaded. His feet glided over the slightly damp grass as the girls giggled, a little drunk, and quite giddy from the Halloween party. They looked as different as two girls...

3 years ago
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The Killer

He laid his garment bag on the second bed in the hotel room, unzipped it at the front and then immediately hung up the suit that was in it. He wanted the wrinkles to fall out before he had to wear it. He was a little nervous. ‘It’s normal. Like they used to say in the Army: you watch out for the guys that are fearless,’ he thought. Out of his small carry-on, he unpacked his weapon. Nothing fancy: a .40 caliber Beretta that would easily do the trick. He then pulled out the box. It wasn’t fancy...

3 years ago
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Confessions of a Serial Masturbator

It is three in the morning and I’m still awake, even though I have masturbated four times during the night. I have alternated between visions of cock and pussy as I punished my cock till I came four times, always allowing the cum to settle on my chest and belly. My body is literally coated with dried cum. I smelled like a cum dump.I started masturbating at sixteen and was addicted to jacking off. My mother had caught me many times always with the same admonishment, “If you don’t stop that you...

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Confessions from Mac the Flasher A Serial Public Masturbator 6

Tenerife 2 My brother Tony and I had spent all day yesterday in various bars and clubs around the town near our hotel. It was a 14 hour drink fest and my big brother had paid for the lot. I think he felt a bit guilty about leaving me on my own the day before to see his Spanish friends. He didn’t need to, as I had a great day at the local nudist beach. (read Confessions from Mac the Flasher – A Serial Public Masturbator (2) ). I had woken with furry mouth that matched the feeling of...

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Confessions from Mac the Flasher A Serial Public Masturbator 4

As I have mentioned in an earlier chapter I’m 32 years old. What I haven’t mentioned anything about is whether or not I have a girl friend or I am married. Well to set the record straight, I am in between girl friends and not currently married. “No really!” I’m sure some of you may have thought or even said out loud. “No shit Sherlock, you do surprise us” But let me set the record straight here and now. I was married, but I’m now divorced. I was married to Carol for 2...

2 years ago
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Confessions from Mac the Flasher A Serial Public Masturbator 2

I love to masturbate with the thought of being caught. I masturbated on a train with a pretty girl at the side of me. It was winter so I had my coat on my lap. I unzipped my fly and stroked my cock to an intense orgasm. All the while the girl had no clue. Or I go into a department store, grab something and go into the changing room. I get all naked and if there is a seat I’ll sit down and start to jack off knowing there are people around and at any time someone could walk in on me and it...

3 years ago
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Confessions from Mac the Flasher A Serial Public Masturbator 4

Introduction: The Early Years ( Chapter 2 ) Girlfriends 1 It would be a good idea to read the previous chapters as knowing some of the history involved will certainly help in understanding the underlying theme of this and any other future chapters. As I have mentioned in an earlier chapter Im 32 years old. What I havent mentioned anything about is whether or not I have a girl friend or I am married. Well to set the record straight, I am in between girl friends and not currently married. No...

2 years ago
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Serial Impregnator

The last bell of the day rang not long ago, but like a typical Friday for you- Dr. Jonathon Heiss- students quickly vanished as though by magic. You rose to erase the board- a little ritual that seems most fitting for the end of the last class of the week. The door of the lecture hall opened, and in walked two strikingly beautiful women, a mid 20's athletic redhead and an early 30's curvy Hispanic woman, both the finest business attire- their heels clicking along the lecture hall floor as they...

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Serial Cocksucker A Short Story

I was a serial cocksucker in my youth. It is a long story how I got into it, and we won’t discuss that here. Things changed after I got interested in pussy.I got married, had a wonderful wife and two sons and the thought of sucking cock did not cross my mind for many years.In my early sixties, I started visiting erotic story sites on the internet and somehow gravitated to bi and gay stories. I would read these stories and masturbate to some awesome orgasms. The thoughts of sucking cock...

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Jackies Adventures in Utopia A Sweet and Sexy Serial 2

Jackie's Adventures in Utopia: A Sweet and Sexy Serial, #2 By Jackie Quick I faithfully visited Stan every week when his parents were gone, and "played girlfriend" for him devotedly--but still, before the end of the school year, he had abandoned me in favour of a "real" girlfriend. I felt terribly sad and lonely, especially since I knew no good girls would be my friends. After school was out for early summer, after I'd turned twelve, I took to visiting the beach almost every...

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Jackies Adventures in Utopia A Sweet and Sexy Serial 3

Jackie's Adventures in Utopia: A Sweet and Sexy Serial, #3 By Jackie Quick Too soon, Lindie went away to Grandeur School--a sort of glorified "high school" lasting six years, which you go to here in Utopia if you've been officially designated a Brain. I was left all alone for my last year in Little School. With no one to "play girlfriend" for, I was reduced to *pretending* to "play girlfriend" for boys, and an occasional girl, who either were far away, or didn't like me, or...

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Serial Romantic Experiences With Best Friend8217s Friend

Hi Readers, I am new to write stories. Though You feel bored in the starting, hope you enjoy and love it when the real story starts Please send me your feedback after reading story to I am Kalyan(name changed for privacy) from Kurnool(Andhra Pradesh) of 5 feet 9 inches height. The girl in the story may be 5 feet 1inch height and this happened 2 years back I was having a best friend who is girl with whom i share all my sad and all feelings. We love each other as friends and no other thoughts...

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Serial Rapr Robert

Serial Rape Robert by Tallus        Non-consensual sex, bondage, humiliation, torture, pain and a pizza guy.        First of all, let me say that the gag is completely unnecessary and Robert knows it.  He's such an asshole that he won't listen to me when I tell him it was Tara who said something when we were on one of his "sessions" he's so fond of. Actually, he knows it was Tara, I think, but he likes that I hate being gagged so he makes me sit there with my mouth filled wanting to tell him...

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Methodology of a Serial Rapist

The Methodology of a Serial RapistByWhipsawThis story is for entertainment purposes only as kidnapping, rape and forced slavery are illegal. Not to mention the fact that those acts are just plain wrong.Chapter One  Her name was Sara and she was lying on the table looking very attractive, as she was nude with her 42 D-cups sagging slightly over the sides of her ribcage, along with a flat stomach and those muscular legs. Her locking collar was attached to the table by two chains, one on either...

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Killer BsChapter 10

This case was important enough politically, if for no other reason, that the police acted on the evidence we gave them and raided the house of the boy’s captors that same night. They found a lot more evidence, including the computer the ransom note had been written on. The backup copy of the text was still stored on the hard drive. The case dragged on for seven months before it finally went to court. There were three convictions, and everybody was happy, except for the kidnappers. We got a...

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The Lawyer and the Killer Ch 01b

Forward: This is a revision of the chapter one to this story. The original first chapter, which you can still read, makes the assumption that a woman could enjoy being raped. Actually we know better. Susan still gets raped in this revision, but it plays out differently. I hope you still enjoy it. Introduction Susan Slattery was proud of herself. Here she was, promising young attorney, out on her own, starting her own law firm, and about to conclude her biggest case. Smartly dressed in a beige...

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The Craigslist Killer Part Three

The Craigslist Killer Part 3 © 2014 by Nom de Plume I paid the cabbie and hurried up a few steps to a side entrance to the Palmer House. It was still unlocked, and I let myself in and made my way quickly down a deserted shopping arcade. I was grateful for the solitude, conspicuous as I must have been in my taffeta dress, shawl and stilettos, but I didn't encounter a soul all the way to a bank of elevators. My luck ran out when I stepped into a crowded elevator, full of...

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Memories of a killer

People, good people, are of such a great value and rare quantity, that at times I've held their worth as greater than gold, diamonds, life or any other substance on this earth. Humans however, are a sick, loathsome and disgusting disease that continuously plagues the earth and when not ravishing her resources, are brutalizing and defiling themselves, and each other. It was because of this I began down the road I have traveled in life. I was always good with a gun as well as a blade. I...

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Memoirs of the Kosmetics Killer Entry 6 and 7 Final

I was rather guilt ridden for a while after what I did to my pretty young and unsuspecting step niece. For a while, I tried to stop having dark thoughts about beautiful dead women but in the end, I could not control my lust. Two months after my step niece was drowned, I began to notice a very beautiful teacher working in a school nearby. She was beautiful in every way , sexy and graceful. She always dressed in a proper yet sexy manner which fuelled my desire for her all the more. For several...

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Project Assassin the Perfect Killer

I awoke in the desert at least I believed it to be the desert. I looked around the barren landscape before me as I stood up from where I had awakened. I stood there looking around at this strange place wondering where I was. The air was foul with the smell of death all around me. The ground around me had a reddish cast to it almost as if soaked in blood. No plants or trees stood anywhere. There were only small clumps of dirt piled up maybe three feet high. They looked like mini volcanoes...

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Jeff the Killer Fan Requested

"Go to bed!" he screamed bashing the door once. She went to the mirror and stared at herself, her eyes moistened, her mascara leaking down her pale face.  Her face was once extremely pretty. Years of abuse from school and from her Christian parents her face was took on a sterner, and almost a depressed face. She pulled one of her black bangs out of her face sniffling once.  The girl with Marilyn Manson posters all over her walls. She took off her "Nightmare before Chrismas" sweatshirt...

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The Lawyer and the Killer Ch 12

Shawn was having the time of his life. Testifying and participating in discussions all day, and out partying all night. With Kia and Shai by his side they kept the taverns open and the impresarios up all night long. The CID, thanks to the beneficence of Warrant Officer Sam Houston, had provided him with a splendid expense account, and Shawn spent his country’s money as though deficits didn’t matter. The three ate, drank, danced, and made the rounds of the hottest hot spots in the hottest city...

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The Lawyer and the Killer Ch 08

Susan sat smugly in the back of the FBI vehicle. Mr. Asshole Mark Miller, big time FBI creep couldn’t tell the difference between amniotic fluid and piss. She looked over and leered, ‘If I lose my baby I’ll see that you’re screwed, screwed but good.’ Agent Miller silently gnashed his teeth. The vehicle sped on into the night. It was a huge SUV, but had no siren so it was touch and go all the way. Susan grimaced, ‘I’m uncomfortable.’ The vehicle rolled into the hospital parking area and up...

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