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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 culmination of two months of daily torture that eventually killed them. In all that time, he had no dreams, at least not that he remembered. It was glorious, and by the time he slit their throats, cut off and prepared their heads, stuffed the whores in their drums, and lined them up with the others, he felt better than he ever had. He thought that part of it was because he kept Mother out of Kaneezs room.
He made Kaneez watch every second of his treatment of the whores, and fucked her numerous times each day, usually while they were both dripping with wet, hot, sticky blood, up against the wall or on the floor of the ritual room. He still locked her in her room when he wasnt using her, but with the whores available, he felt little desire to hurt her. He subjected the whores to the caning and belting and blood-letting. He had found that he immensely enjoyed the feeling of Kaneezs inner walls clamping down on his cock as she rode out her orgasm, and he did everything he could to bring her to climax while he was buried in her pussy or ass. He still tied her up and pounded her until she cried out in pain, but he made sure to mix pleasure with it, much as Mother had for so many years.
No, he didnt want to think about that!
The morning after the whores black souls were sent to the black god, he woke from yet another dreamless sleep, stretching his arms above his head and grinning as he stepped into the shower. Today was the day to test his theory.
After dressing, he went down to the basement and watched the monitor for a few moments. Kaneez was cleaning herself, and he could see the enema tube sticking out of her ass. He had had to whip her only once for not taking care of that herself, and since then, she made sure to have one every morning. He went upstairs, started a fire, and stood in the backyard, waiting, so that she could finish up, and after fifteen minutes, he returned to her room.
She was kneeling naked in the middle of the floor, waiting for him. She sat straight and tall, her eyes on the door and her shoulders back, and her hands were clasped behind her back. Her breasts jutted out in this position, and the jewelry in them glittered in the artificial light. When he opened the door and stepped inside, she didnt move. She just stared at him.
He walked to her, ran his hand over her damp hair, and then pulled her to her feet. His fingertips explored her shoulders, her back, her hips, everywhere except where she wanted him to touch.
I have a surprise for you, he said, staring into her eyes as her pupils dilated. Come with me.
He dropped his hands and walked out of the room, never looking back. He felt that the time in the ritual room had broken her completely. For the past two months, she had been obeying without hesitation. That turned him on almost as much as the screams and the blood. Not quite, but almost. Still, he wanted to see if he was right about her. He wanted to see if she was truly his property now.
He walked upstairs, and he felt rather than heard her follow him. Summertime was rapidly turning into autumn, and the fire blazed in the huge fireplace in the living room. Leading her into the kitchen, he asked, Can you cook?
Yes, Ahriman, she said submissively.
Good. Everything you need should be here. Fix breakfast while I get your surprise ready.
What would My Lord like?
Im not picky about my food, Kaneez. Make whatever you like.
Yes, Ahriman.
He left her there, knowing full well that she had access to knives and other potentially dangerous items, but that was what this test was about. He wanted to see what she would do. He had no fear about her overpowering him or escaping. He was close to twice her weight and six inches taller than her, and the security system on the house prevented any exterior door or window from opening without entering a code on one of the scores of pads that were located everywhere around the house.
Entering the library, he inhaled deeply, breathing in the scents of old books, leather, and brandy. Mother had never let him in this room, but once she couldnt stop him, he had spent hours and hours in here. He had never gone to school, but Mother had given him his lessons, and once he sent her soul to Chernobog, he read everything he could get his hands on, and he remembered most of what he read. It was the red, leather-bound book that he wanted Kaneez to understand, however: his bible.
It was reverently displayed on a mahogany reading pedestal, and it was already turned to the page that showed Chernobog and explained who he was. He stood by the book, running his fingers softly over the image of the black god.
It showed him in his full glory: muscular with huge bats wings tipped with dagger-sharp claws. The same claws tipped his fingers. His head, with its six horns, his arms, and his legs were encased in armor, and his tail ended in a spike. His cock was monstrously big, and a naked woman was impaled on the end of it as he was stomping his way through a mass of naked others. Although the image was in black and white, Ahriman could see in his mind the red of the blood as heads were crushed and bodies were impaled on the black gods claws. These were the dark souls that he sent to his god, doomed to eternal life and torment in Chernobogs domain.
He felt himself stiffen as he drank in the vision of his god, and he slowly rubbed himself through the fabric of his black Marni trousers before dropping to his knees, spreading his arms wide, and bowing his head. He said nothing, and Chernobog said nothing to him, but he stayed in that position, silently waiting, until he sensed Kaneez at the library door.
He lifted his head and looked at her. She was standing in the open doorway, her hands behind her back and her eyes on him, waiting just as he was. He stood up, ran his fingers over the image again, and walked past her without a word. She followed immediately, and he sat down at the dining room table.
She went to the kitchen and brought back a plate of pancakes, bacon, and eggs along with a glass of milk. She set them on the table, and stepped back, but he grabbed her arm, pulling her close.
Good girl. But where is yours?
Still in the kitchen, My Lord. I didnt think Ahriman would want Kaneez to eat in here with him.
You thought wrong. Bring your food here.
Yes, Ahriman.
She left the room and immediately returned with her own plate and glass. He pointed to the floor by his chair, and she knelt down, placing the food in front of her on the floor.
Eat, he said simply and began to do the same.
Yes, Ahriman, she answered meekly.
Occasionally during the meal, he reached down and caressed her hair. He finished before she did, and he turned his chair so that she was between his feet. When she was done, he asked, Do you know where the library is?
No, Ahriman, she replied, her eyes on his.
He stood up. Get these dishes cleaned, and Ill show you.
Yes, Ahriman. She immediately gathered up the dishes and took them to the kitchen. He heard water running, and five minutes later, she came out and stood in the doorway.
He crooked his finger, and she walked to him. He pulled her in front of him and rested his arms on her shoulders. He slid his pinkies into her nipple rings, and pushed her forward with his hips. He pulled on the rings as they walked, and at first, she gasped, but as he stretched them out further, her gasp turned into a whimper which turned into a cry. By the time they reached the library, she was sobbing, and his cock was hard. As they stood in the doorway, he didnt release the rings, but he moved around to her front, crossing his arms and pulling her into the room. He shifted his grip so that the thumb and pinkie of his right hand were holding the nipple rings, and he dropped his left hand to her clit. He grabbed the chain and pulled sharply. She let out a small scream and quickly moved with him toward the book. He stopped when she was in front of the pedestal, and he released the rings and moved behind her.
Read it, he said as he wrapped his arms around her, one hand pinching her nipples and the other her clit.
Yes, Ahriman, she whispered, and as she read, he savagely twisted her pierced buds, causing her to scream even as she tried to keep her eyes on the book.
This is our black god, Kaneez. This is the one who demands pain and blood. Today, it will be your pain and our blood. Today, you will be his as much as I am.
He slid his hand down her belly and then pulled her hips back violently. She cried out again, but the cry soon turned into another scream as he forced four fingers into her cunt while viciously twisting her clit. He added his thumb, and she screamed again. He wasnt about to stop this time. Chernobog demanded her pain, and he was going to give it to him. He stretched her out until she was gasping for air and he had worked his knuckles into her. Once that was done, he proceeded to punch fist her cunt until he hit her cervix, wrenching agonizing screams from her each time he did so. He continued to work her clit, and his fist disappeared completely until he was in her past his wrist. She started to gasp, and her screams began to turn to moans. Pleasure wasnt going to happen. Not yet.
He released her clit and shoved a finger up her ass. She flinched, but that was all until he added a second and then a third, and then a fourth. At that point, she was screaming again, and as he drew his fingers out, he could see blood on them which only made him harder. He didnt stop, though, and he added his thumb. Her shriek reverberated off the walls of the library, and he stretched her further until his knuckles slid into her back passage. Then he began to punch fuck both holes, but he was able to get much deeper in her ass, and he buried his arm in almost up to the elbow as he viciously pounded her holes, her screams almost making him shoot off in his designer slacks. That was fucking not going to happen, and he sped up his punches until her legs gave out and his forearms up her were the only things holding her up. Then he yanked his fists out of her, wrenching one last scream from her, and dropped her to the floor. The arm from her ass was streaked with blood from fingertips to elbow, and she was sobbing uncontrollably, but Chernobog was not satisfied yet.
He turned to the wall behind the pedestal and opened two cabinet doors. Behind them was an alcove, draped in black, with the black gods symbol worked in thick, platinum bars hanging on the back wall. Beneath it was a tiny obsidian bowl with a slightly lighter brown interior, a small, obsidian pitcher, and a dagger with a steel blade and an obsidian handle. Chernobogs altar.
He picked up the pitcher and washed the blood on his arm into the bowl, using as little water as possible. Kaneez was still crumpled on the floor, and he grabbed her hair and pulled her to her feet.
The bowl must be filled, he said, picking up the dagger.
Kaneez whimpered, but stood still. He stood behind her, took her hand, and held it over the bowl. Keep it there, he said, and he felt her jump when he drew the dagger across his palm, the blood immediately dripping into the bowl. Then he did the same to her, and, to her credit, she only cried out a little. He waited until the bowl was filled, and then he used the combined blood to draw Chernobogs symbol on her back and on both of his forearms. Then he clenched his fist tight and told her to do the same. The blood continued to drip into the bowl, but it soon slowed and then stopped.
She breathed a sigh of relief, but he wasnt done. The ritual and her screams and the blood had him rock-hard. He undid his trousers with his clean hand, took himself in hand, and grunted, Bend over. Put your hands on either side of the bowl.
She immediately obeyed, and he held onto her hip with his unbloodied hand and slammed into her pussy with all the force he could manage. She cried out, and he moved his hand down to her clit. He lashed it with his fingers, pinched it roughly, and otherwise abused it, but between that and the pounding he was giving her cunt, her cries turned into groans, and she started thrusting her hips back into him as he came forward. It was only minutes before he felt her start to clench around him, and as she began to shudder, he roared, slammed into her one last time, and shot stream after stream after stream of white, hot, sticky spunk deep into her womb. When they both stopped shuddering, he pulled out of her and dropped to his knees, arms out wide. She immediately joined him, his cum slowly dripping out of her and coating her calves.
He took her hand in his as he bowed his head. We give you our blood, black god, We give you pain, we give you souls. We dedicate ourselves to you, to offer up all you require to one day rule by your side.
He felt her squeeze his hand, and he looked at her in surprise. She was staring up at the symbol above them, her eyes full of awe and reverence. He grinned and pulled her to her feet. He placed his hands on the sides of her head, and she looked up at him.
This library is yours to use, he said, as is the rest of the house. Starting tonight, you will spend every night in my bed, and you will be pampered as my mate should be. Of course, if you disobey or rebel, you will go back to your room and stay there until I have decided you have earned this privilege back. Just remember that you are mine, and I will never let you go, just as Chernobog will never let you go. You cannot exit the house without me, but there is no need for you to do so. Everything you could ever want is here. Do you understand?
Yes, Ahriman, she answered, covering his hands with hers. She opened her mouth and then closed it again, frowning.
Do you have a question?
Yes, Ahriman, but not about the house. It is about My Lord.
The feel of her hands on his was doing something strange to him, and he took a deep breath. Ask.
Her eyes stayed on his as she ran her fingers over the backs of his hands, down his forearms, up to his biceps where she held on firmly. A shiver ran through him, and his breathing quickened.
Why has My Lord never kissed Kaneez?
His eyes went wide, and he sucked in his breath harshly and held it. He didnt want to answer that.
She dropped her eyes. Kaneez is sorry, My Lord. Kaneez didnt mean–
He put a finger over her lips, and she looked back up at him. He was breathing heavily as he looked into her eyes, eyes that looked at him with the same awe and reverence as shed had for Chernobog.
A frown creased his brow as he debated whether to answer her. Then he mentally berated himself for his cowardice and he bit his bottom lip before quickly saying, I have never kissed anyone.
Her entire face showed her surprise for a moment, and then it crumpled into sorrow. A tear trickled down her cheek, and she raised one hand to his mouth, tracing his lips with her finger. Never, My Lord? Not even Mo– She stopped just short of saying the name.
He shook his head. Not even Mother. When I was little, I tried a few times, but each time she slapped me and told me to get away from her. He frowned deeper, an unfamiliar feeling twisting his chest. He tried to step away from Kaneez, but she held onto his arm tightly.
She bit her own lip and then softly said, Can Kaneez kiss My Lord?
He didnt know what to say. He desperately wanted to say yes, but Mothers brutal slaps and vicious words were as fresh in his mind as if they had happened yesterday instead of sixteen years ago. He just stared at Kaneez, fear building in him, until she pulled lightly at his bottom lip.
Please, My Lord? she whispered, rising up onto her toes.
He felt her breath on his lips, and he just nodded, his eyes wide. She smiled and pulled him closer as her lips covered his. He caught his breath as she kissed him, and the twisting in his chest slowly disappeared as her lips caressed his, her hands gripping his biceps and her eyes closed. He couldnt bring himself to kiss her back, though, and she soon stepped back with a frown.
Did My Lord not like it?
He matched her frown. I…I… He shook his head and moved away from her. I have to go. He whirled around and strode to the door, grabbing his jacket and punching in the code quickly. He had the presence of mind to block her view of the pad as he did so, but when it shut behind him, he paced back and forth next to his car before climbing in and flooring it, spitting gravel as he raced toward the main road.
TO BE CONTINUED…
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