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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 his head.
Thank you, black god. Your thirst for blood will never again be denied.
He got up, showered, dressed in his usual black, and went downstairs to the kitchen. He made himself bacon and eggs and toast even while preparing porridge for the bitch. It was the same porridge Mother had fed him every day until he slit her throat, and he knew that it would keep the breeder healthy, just as it had him. He ate slowly, relishing the lack of terror flowing through his body, and then he took the huge bowl of porridge, a glass, and a gallon of milk to the basement.
Once inside the bitchs room, he set the tray on the wheeled table and looked at her. Her eyes were open and red-rimmed. Tracks from dried tears ran down her face, but she was not crying now. She stared at him, fear blanketing her face, but she made not a sound.
You have lost the privilege of a name, bitch. You may earn it back, or you may not. That solely depends on you. You have also lost the privilege to speak to me. No matter what I ask, you will answer silently. Do you understand, bitch?
She nodded her head the best she could with her neck strapped down, and he smiled.
Good. He released her from the bench, but she didnt move. I have work to do, so here is what is going to happen today: you will eat, clean yourself up, and clean your room. After that, you may do as you please, but all of the porridge will be eaten, and all of the milk will be gone. Do I need to explain what will happen if these things are not done to perfection when I get back?
She shook her head emphatically.
Stand up, he said suddenly, and she scrambled off the bench, holding onto it when her legs wouldnt quite hold her up. Open your mouth.
She did, and he took her cheeks in his hand. Stick out your tongue. Again, she obeyed, and he saw that it was purple and swollen with deep indentations where the clamp had been. He grunted in satisfaction before releasing her and walking out of the room.
He glanced at the monitor briefly and saw that she was looking at the tray doubtfully. He chuckled as he walked upstairs and out of the house. He was sure that the pain in her tongue and throat would make it unbelievably hard to eat, but he was also sure that she would somehow manage to do it. He got in his Ferrari and pulled away.
The city he was going to this time was five hours away, and he settled into the drive. He had never sacrificed two whores so closely together, but if blood was what was needed to keep the dreams away, hed bleed one every day if necessary.
As before, within minutes of arriving on the whores street, he had one interested. She was a bottled blonde not much more than five feet tall.
TAKE TWO, AHRIMAN. BLEED THEM SLOWLY AND THE DREAMS WILL STAY AWAY LONGER.
He grinned at Chernobogs advice and looked at the whore at his car window.
Might you possibly have a friend who would want to join us?
She smiled back and nodded. Sure. She turned toward the others behind her. Sherri, why dont you come with?
Another whore came up to the car, this one with black hair, and she studied him closely. Then she smiled, also. With a car like this, Id say he can afford us both, she said, and they got in his Porsche.
I hope you dont mind if we go to my place, he said. Ill pay for the honor. Five grand for the night. Each.
The two whores agreed immediately, and, after giving them his standard story and swapping cars, they climbed in his Ferrari. It only had two seats, but the others were happy to squeeze into the passenger seat, one on the others lap. He told them to wait a moment, opened the trunk, added some Devils Breath to two water bottles, and brought them up front. He handed them to the whores.
Its a long drive, he said, smiling. I thought you might get thirsty.
Thanks, one of them said, taking the bottles. They both instantly downed almost half of the water.
He grinned as he slid behind the wheel and drove away. At first, the whores gave the typical inane compliments about his car, but before he had driven fifteen minutes, they had finished their water and were staring out the front window, silent and drugged.
You will not speak until I tell you you can, he said, and they both nodded their heads.
He took back roads as much as possible, not wanting to explain to a police officer why he had two drugged whores in his car, and it was after ten oclock when he pulled up in front of his house. He got out of the car and held their door for them.
Get out, he said.
They immediately obeyed, and he had a brief thought of keeping the bitch on Devils Breath, but he banished it almost immediately. It probably wouldnt be good for his child.
Follow me.
They did, and he led them straight to the basement. Their head swiveled as they tried to look at everything, but when he opened the door to the ritual room, they walked right in. He turned on the light, and they caught their breath, but he quickly said, Youre not scared, and they immediately calmed down.
He took the first one, tied her wrists together and hooked the rope over the chain before doing the same to the second. They ended up back to back. He then took a rope and tied their thighs, knees, and ankles to each other so that when he was done, they were dangling from the ceiling, bound tightly together. Then he left the room, shutting the door behind him. He went to the bitchs room and opened the door.
She was crouched by the back wall, her knees up to her chest and her head on them. She looked to be asleep. He took a deep breath as he walked in, and he could smell nothing but clean. He quietly walked toward her, and she didnt move. When he got close enough, he saw that she was indeed asleep. He knelt down next to her and inhaled. She smelled as clean as the room, and he looked around. The porridge bowl was empty, as was the gallon of milk. He would check the video later to make sure she had consumed them and hadnt emptied them down the sink.
He stripped his clothes off, folded them neatly, and placed them on the bench he had left her on that morning. Then he shook her until her eyes opened, and he stood up and crooked his finger, turning and walking to the door without watching to see if she obeyed. When he got there, he looked back and was pleased to find that she was right behind him. He held his hand out, and she slipped hers into it. He held her tightly and led her to the ritual room. She only balked a little and then followed him in. He let go of her hand and pointed to the floor by the door.
Sit, bitch.
She did, her eyes wide and fixed on the whores hanging from the ceiling. He shut and locked the door before moving to a shelf and picking out a thin, sharp dagger. Not the one that would ultimately give the whores eternal life, but one just as sharp.
I am only going to fuck you once tonight, bitch, but rest up because tomorrow it will continue. And hopefully for days to come. He looked at her, and she was now staring at him. He crouched down in front of her and took her chin in his hand. Chernobog said that blood would keep the dreams away. As much as I enjoy making you bleed, I have to keep you healthy, so I am hoping that the blood of these whores will do just as well. Maybe even better given their black souls. Do you understand?
She nodded slowly, and he grinned. Standing up, he turned back to the whores.
You are here to slake Chernobogs desire for blood. You will be here for as long as it takes to bleed you dry. I will make sure that takes a very long time.
The whores just nodded, the drug making it impossible for them to voice their own opinions.
He walked around them slowly, planning out his sacrifice. He knew the drug would dull some pain, but he intended to cause such agony that even Devils Breath wouldnt keep it away.
He used the blade to slice their clothing from them, tossing it into a corner when he was done. When they were both naked, he stopped in front of the blonde and pinched her left nipple between his thumb and finger. He stretched it out, and she moaned with a smile. He smiled back, and she was about to say something when he sliced the blade across the edge of the areola. With one stroke, the whores nipple was in his hand, and she screamed loudly as blood ran down her tit onto the floor. He repeated the process with her right nipple and then treated the dark haired whore to the same treatment. When he was finished, he dropped each pair of nipples into separate drums and closed the lids. Blood was flowing freely down the whores bodies and pooling on the floor at their feet. They hadnt stopped screaming, but he was only semi-hard.
He looked at the bitch. Her eyes were wide with terror, but she was watching everything he did. He stood in front of the blonde again and crooked his finger at the bitch. She slowly stood up and walked to him. When she was standing in front of him, she just stared at him.
He took her face in his hands and said, You are going to suck me off while I work. Get on your knees, and youd better make it good, or you will bleed just like these whores.
She started trembling, and tears filled her eyes, but she did what he said. She reached out a trembling hand and grabbed his cock forcefully. He let out a grunt as she brought her mouth to his tip, all the while squeezing him tightly. As she slid her mouth over his length, he turned his attention to the whore.
Where next? he asked her, not really expecting an answer and not getting one. He trailed the blades point along her collarbone, opening up a shallow cut. The whore screamed again, and he gave her a matching cut on the other side. As he worked, so did the bitch. She must have practiced during his absence because she managed to almost get him all the way down her throat. He stepped back and moved the bitch between himself and the whore so that the blood fell onto the bitchs back.
Harder, he grunted. Faster. The bitch clamped her lips together tightly, and she sped up her motions.
He carefully took the tip of the blade and started to draw Chernobogs symbol on the whores chest, drinking in her fear-filled, panicked screams. Each time a drop of blood decorated the bitch, he hardened more, and the bitch moved even faster. When he was done with the blonde, he grabbed the bitch by the hair and moved her in front of the other one where he repeated the cuts, her screams mingling with the blondes.
When he was finished, he grabbed the bitchs hair with one bloody hand and shoved his cock down her throat all the way. She gagged, and he proceeded to fuck her throat with everything in him. He didnt give her time to breath, but it only took a minute or so before he shot his load down her throat with a growl. When he let her go, she coughed and gagged, sounding like she might vomit.
Keep it down, he snarled. Dont you dare throw it back up.
Somehow, she managed to do so, and he left her where she was to move back to the blonde. Her eyes were open, and she was crying, her makeup running down her face. He wanted to fuck the bitch, not just get a blowjob, so to get himself hard again, he said, Bitch, go to your room and get two bottles of alcohol. Your door is still open.
She nodded, slowly got to her feet, and walked to the door. He unlocked it and watched her as she went straight to her room. Moments later, she came back with the bottles. As she entered the ritual room, he grabbed her arm, pulled her to himself, and caressed her hair gently.
Good girl, he whispered. Now sit.
She nodded again and sat. He took the alcohol and proceeded to pour one bottle over each whore, their shrieks and screams causing him to rise once again. When he was done, he washed the blade in the sink and put it back on the shelf. Then he took the bitch by the arm and led her to the shower next door, leaving the door to the ritual room open.
He turned the water to a comfortable temperature and put her under the spray. When she was clean, he rinsed himself off. The screams from the whores hadnt stopped, and he was rock-hard. He picked up the bitch and slammed her back against the wall of the shower. She cried out, and he grinned as he slid her down on his cock. The screams from the other room were enough for him, and he started fucking the bitch, using her body and gravity. He stood still and raised her up slowly and then slammed her down on his shaft, groaning as the ring in her clit grazed him. She cried out every time he filled her, her eyes tightly shut.
Look at me! he demanded, and her eyes snapped open to lock on his. He stared deep into her soul as he pounded her, and then he stepped out of the shower, still connected to her. He laid her down on the floor and raised her arms above her head. The sinks pipe was directly behind her, and he grunted. Hold onto it. Dont let go.
She nodded and grabbed it tightly. He slowly slid out of her and then pounded back into her, causing her to groan. He kept his eyes on hers, but he trailed his hands down her shoulders to the rings in her nipples. He flicked them, and she moaned as her eyes started drifting closed.
Look at me! he barked, and she did. He kept up his ministrations of her nipples, and she groaned again as he slid out of her and powered back in. Could it be possible? Could she really be enjoying this? He had to know, and he stilled, buried deep within her.
Tell me what youre feeling, Kaneez, he said softly, rubbing his palm over her nipple.
She gasped and simply said, Do it again, Ahriman.
He sucked in a breath. Do what? He pinched her nipple. That?
Yes, please, Ahriman, she groaned.
He slid out of her and slammed back in. Or that? he grunted.
She yelped and then hissed, Yesss, Ahriman!
Fuck me, he breathed, and then, to his shock and delight, she let go of the pipe, bucked her hips up, and rolled them over so that she was straddling him.
As you command, My Lord, she whispered, and then she rose up until just his tip was at her entrance, and then she hammered herself down on him with a loud cry. Again and again, she slammed down his shaft until he couldnt stand it anymore.
He grabbed her hips and flipped them again before pulling her knees to her chest and pounding into her viciously while he thumbed the ring in her clit. He felt her tighten around him, and she screamed as she came, her entire body shuddering. It was the first time anyone had a climax while he was in them, and he quickly followed her, roaring out his ecstasy as his cum splashed her inner walls and filled her up. When he finally relaxed, he slid out of her and sat back on his heels.
What the fuck was that? he asked, completely baffled.
She looked at him and flushed. I dont know, My Lord. I really dont.
He grabbed her arms and pulled her up to her knees. Did you really enjoy that, or were you faking it? When she didnt answer right away, he shook her. Tell me the truth, damn it!
A tear ran down her cheek, and she bit her bottom lip as she shook her head. I shouldnt have, but I did, My Lord. The tears ran faster. But you werent so rough this time, My Lord. It didnt hurt, it just felt good.
He dropped a hand to her breast and trailed a finger around her nipple, causing her to catch her breath. Does this feel good? he asked, watching her face.
Yes, Ahriman, she breathed.
He kept his fingers moving between her nipples, and her breath accelerated. Then he dropped his other hand between her legs and rubbed her clit. And this?
She groaned, and he grinned. Yesss, Ahriman!
He pinched her clit between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it roughly, and slid the other three fingers into her cunt. And this? he whispered, forcefully moving them in and out, sliding easily with the cum he had pumped into her.
Fuck, yes, Ahriman!
He continued playing with her until she tightened around his fingers and cried out her climax. She started to collapse, and he released her breasts to wrap his arm around her back and pull her close to him before picking her up and returning them both to the shower. When they were clean, he turned off the water, took her hand, and walked back to the ritual room, again avoiding the bloody footprints in the hall. He stood behind her in the doorway and put his hands on her shoulders.
And them?
She shuddered and didnt answer. He slid his hand down and viciously twisted her nipple. She screeched, and he bent down to her ear. You said I was insane. Do you still think so?
Yes, Ahriman, she whispered even as a whimper escaped her. She flinched when he laughed loudly.
Well, he said, leading her to her room, at least youre honest, and perhaps youre right. I dont know. He led her inside and stood by the door. Maybe someday youll join me in the ritual.
I dont think so, Ahriman, she answered, stopping in the middle of the room and looking at him.
He raised his eyebrows. Time will tell, he said with a smile. He walked to her and pulled her into his arms. You have confused me today, Kaneez. He took a deep breath and held it. When he released it, his eyes were blazing. I dont know how I feel about making you feel good. I need to think about it alone. You will spend the night here after you clean up the blood. Without another word, he left the room and went to clean up the ritual room and hallway.
The whores were still awake, and when he walked in, the blonde sobbed, Why are you doing this?
He frowned, his mind jumbled with what had happened in the shower. To keep the dreams away. To keep Chernobog satisfied. To give you eternal life through the black god.
The whores tried to talk to him more, but he ignored them as he hooked up the hose and washed the blood down the drain. Then he turned the hose on the whores and washed most of the blood off of them before cleaning the footprints in the hallway.
When he finished, he looked at the monitor outside Kaneezs room and saw that she was curled up on the floor underneath the blanket he had left there. She looked to be asleep, and he frowned deeper as he left the house to stand in the backyard. He stayed there for hours, listening to the noises of the night. Eventually, he went back inside and went to bed.
TO BE CONTINUED…
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