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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 sacrifices. Samil had participated in every soul sending ritual since he was ten years old, and it was at that age that Abaddon had been brought into the service of their black god and had helped send two dozen souls to Chernobog. His eldest son, Alvah, would become an acolyte in two more years. Only those of the priesthood and Ahrimans slaves knew exactly what went on in the room down the hall from the servants room. Six people knew and kept the secret of Chernobogs demands for pain, blood, and black souls.
Drake, who had named himself Ahriman after the Zoroastrian spirit of evil, had killed his mother at the ripe old age of sixteen after ten years of extreme physical and mental and sexual abuse at her hand. He had proceeded to abduct and murder whores that reminded him of his mother for forty-seven years after that. By the time he committed his last sacrifice as high priest, he was sixty-three years old, Samil was forty-two, Abaddon was twenty-four, and Alvah was eight. The year was 2057. Police forensics had evolved to the point that, had they left a single, minute shred of evidence, they would have been arrested and sent to prison for life, but they were all too smart for that.
Ahriman rarely hunted in the same city more than once in any given decade, and he made sure that nothing would lead back to him or his family. He disposed of the bodies on his three hundred acre estate by sealing them in airtight plastic drums so that there would be no smell or decay. Even had he opened his mothers drum, the only odors coming from it would have been that of blood and old woman. He taught himself to desiccate the whores heads by immersing them in salt to suck out all the moisture. He then displayed the heads on top of the drums. His final number of sacrifices was five hundred and ninety one.
He had fucked his way through three slaves, seven daughters, and nine granddaughters by the time he officially passed the mantle of his priesthood to Samil. At that point, he had seventy-two children borne of those nineteen women..In many ways, his eldest son and eldest grandson had followed in his footsteps. When Samil became high priest, he had thirty-seven of his own children, fifteen borne by his four slaves, eight by his daughters, nine by his sisters, and the rest by other female family members. Ahrimans grandson, at the age of twenty-four, already had two slaves of his own who had borne him six children between them along with four children given to him by his sisters. He already had plans to fuck and impregnate his daughters when they got old enough. The Atherton family tree was more than complex to say the least.
In other ways, Samil was nothing like his father. Where Ahriman treated his slaves fairly if harshly, Samil humiliated and brutalized his. Ahriman had named his slaves, but Samil saw no point in that. To him, females were merely tools to be bloodied and fucked, often both at the same time, and he didnt care if they were his family or not. He kept in his true desires, however, for he knew that if his father ever caught him abusing his family like he did his slaves, he might not survive the rage that would follow. So he bided his time and waited for his father to die. Ahriman was definitely a psychopath, but his son was pure, unadulterated evil incarnate.
Ahriman still regularly whipped and beat his slaves and his older children when they displeased him, but for the younger members of his family, he was the perfect father and grandfather. He had promised himself long ago that his children would never be subjected to what he had gone through until and unless they chose to experience it when they became adults. All of his family knew that there was an anger always bubbling just under his surface, however, and they all knew that when they crossed him, the consequences would be unforgettable, both for the one who fucked up and for those who watched the punishments.
There had only been a handful of those over the years, but the most memorable for all, Ahriman included, were Samils beating for attempting to rape his sister, and Karawan and Aglaecas whippings when their father found out they had both been spying on him in the basement for years.
It had been only a week after Ahriman fucked his daughter for the first time and Kaneez fucked his son while he watched. During a beating by Kaneez, Karawan had admitted that he and his sister had been sneaking downstairs to watch their father beat and fuck his slaves since they were very young. Kaneez had a sharp mind for electronics and had figured out how to turn on the monitor in the hallway, and the two children had stared, fascinated by what they saw on the screen. Kaneez had immediately told Ahriman what his son had confessed, and Ahriman flew into an extreme rage.
He stormed down to the basement and yanked Karawan free from the chain. Dragging him upstairs by his bound wrists, roaring out Aglaecas name on the way out to the backyard. She ran to him, terrified by what she heard in his voice. He grabbed her hair with his free hand and dragged her alongside her brother. She cried out as he pulled them out into the yard.
Father, what have I done?
Ask your brother, he snarled, and he saw her glance fearfully at Karawan.
Snow covered the ground to a depth of more than four inches, and Karawan was not only naked but welted and bruised from Kaneezs ministrations. Ahriman dragged his children to the same tree he had bound Samil to nine months before and threw them to the ground.
Strip, Aglaeca, Ahriman growled, and she immediately did so, shivering as a bitter wind whipped through the trees. Neither of you fucking move, do you hear me?
Yes, Father, they answered, trembling more from their terror than from the cold.
Ahriman stalked back to the house, calling out as he went. Kaneez! Giolla! Dasa! Get everyone out here now! He passed his slave on his way back into the house and barely heard Kaneezs Yes, Ahriman as he stormed down to the basement. He gathered up what he needed in a few moments and went back outside. In those few minutes, his children had gathered in the snow, staring wide-eyed at their siblings crouched naked in the snow. His slaves behind the younger spectators. Ahriman pushed his way through them but stopped when he felt a tug on his sleeve. He looked at his son, Teivel.
What?
What have they done, Father?
Ahriman frowned, and Teivel took a step backward. Youll find out soon enough, my son. Teivel nodded, and his father moved to the two by the tree.
Without speaking, he untied Karawans wrists and indicated for both of them to wrap their arms around the tree. He secured them tightly with the rope he had brought from the basement, and then he faced his family.
What is my number one rule? he roared.
Several voices, including the two behind him, immediately said, Never go into the basement.
Ahriman whirled around and glared at his two bound children. At what age were you first told that? His voice was colder than the winter air, and they shivered.
Younger than I can remember, Father, Karawan said softly, and Aglaeca nodded her agreement.
Thats because I first told you before you could walk, before you could speak, before you could do anything! He turned around again slowly. Everyone in this household knows that the basement is forbidden territory for my children. Is that not true?
Yes, Papa and Yes, Father echoed through the yard.
Then perhaps one of you can explain to me why these two have been disobeying that rule for years! Why they have been spying on me!
Stunned faces and open mouths were all he could see, and he spun around toward the tree. He picked up the birch cane and swished it in the air. Aglaeca whimpered, Karawans eyes went wide, and Ahriman could hear gasps behind him.
This is so that no one else will even dream of spying on me ever again! he roared and swung the cane viciously. He continued swinging it without pause and laid stripe after stripe after stripe on his sons back, ass, and legs. Karawans screams filled the air, and Ahriman heard several of his children crying, but he was out of control with fury. After twenty lashes, he moved and gave Aglaeca the same, painting her skin red and black and blue, her screams joining with Karawans.
The caning continued with Ahriman switching between his children every twenty lashes. He continued until they had each received one hundred. When he stopped, they were both still conscious, but barely. He inserted the cane between the rope and the trees trunk so that they could see it clearly.
Dont even begin to think that I am finished with you, he told them, but that is enough for them to see. Then he gestured behind his back. He heard Kaneez and the other slaves gathering up the children and taking them back inside. He waited until there was only silence in the yard other than his older childrens sobbing, and then he pulled the cane from the rope. One hundred more each, he said quietly. For the next week, you will receive the same two hundred lashes every other day, alternating between your front and your back. You will never, never disobey me again!
No, Father, they both whispered, and he spent the next half hour coloring their skin from shoulders to feet. Every inch of exposed skin had been touched by the cane from ribs to hips to calves to arms. The only part of their bodies that he refrained from striking were their heads. Blood flowed sluggishly down their bodies in the cold, winter air, and he was mildly pleased that they were awake when he finished. They had stopped screaming long ago, however, and their tears were frozen on their faces.
Never again, he hissed, and he turned and went back into the house. Kaneez was standing just inside the door, her eyes down and her hands behind her back. Bring them inside, Kaneez, but they are not allowed clothing. I want everyone to see the consequences of disobeying me!
Yes, Ahriman, she had said, and had gone outside to untie the two almost-unconscious teens.
He had fucked Dasa brutally immediately afterwards, slamming his fists into her ass and pussy and his cock into every hole she had for over two hours, but her screams and her blood did nothing to calm him down. He had been so tense that hed had trouble relaxing enough to cum, and he had taken out his frustration on his slave. By the time he had finished caning, whipping, and fucking her, she had been unconscious, and he had unceremoniously dropped her to the floor under the chain, having only climaxed three times in the entire time theyd been downstairs. Hed been fucking pissed, and two black souls were sent to Chernobog that night and two more whores had taken their place before morning.
That had been over twenty years ago. Karawan and Aglaeca had certainly not forgotten the lesson, for after the week was over, they were in bed for two, groaning in pain almost every second of the day and night. The rest of his family seemed to learn the lesson as well, for, as far as he knew, and he checked the cameras regularly now, no one had ever gone into the basement without permission.
After turning over the priesthood to his son and grandson, Ahriman settled into somewhat of a retired life. He no longer hunted or gave his god black souls, although occasionally, he would join the other two when they did. He did, however, still fuck. Often and hard. Just like the beatings he gave to those of his children, males and females, who wanted him to as they came of age. As he aged, several of his taboos were tossed to the waysidehe had never thought he would enjoy fucking his sons when he was younger, but the first time one asked him to when the boy was nineteen and Ahriman was fifty-one, he had obliged and discovered that the boys pained yells, the blood and cum on his cock, and the sensation of being encased in yet another virgin asshole had immediately banished his former, uneducated bias against male on male sex. Now his sons and grandsons were subjected to his sadistic whims just as often as the females in his household. He had asked each of his children on their eighteenth birthdays if they wished to be participants in his world, and many had agreed, some as the beater and fucker and some as the one beaten and fucked. He would never let himself be beaten again, so several of the former were paried up with the latter.
Chernobog had told him early on that only the eldest son in each generation had the right to procreate, so, after some research, he stocked up on pennyroyal and blue cohash. Each of the females in the household were required to drink a cup of tea made with these known abortifaciants every time anyone other than the three priests fucked them. Only twice had the tea not worked to prevent pregnancy, and Ahriman had taken care of the problem himself at that point.
Only twelve of his children had no desire to be on either side of the whip or cock in that household, and they were given the choice to leave his home and live their own lives elsewhere. He would supply them with identification, fake of course, and enough money to last them one year. All twelve made that choice. They all knew their father enjoyed pain along with his sex, but none knew to what extent he carried it. No one knew that except for those involved. He had no fear that any of his children who left would lead the authorities to him, they just thought he was a BDSM dom who had three willing slaves to serve him. He introduced them to enough of the outside world before they left so that they believed he was part of that community, and those of their siblings who chose to stay were the same as him.
The only problem he ever had with the ones who left was when one confronted him about the incest, but he explained that he gave all his children the choice, and those who stayed chose to. Who was she to criticize what went on between consenting adults, related or not? He had explained his position so well that his daughter had agreed not to say anything to anyone. Apparently, she hadnt, for the cops never came to his gates.
Most of the ones who left came back regularly for visits, bringing their more conventional families, and those were heart-warming reunions that lasted for a few hours, and then the family went back to normal as the outside ones, as they were called by those who stayed, left for their homes.
So, life went on happily for all concerned until one day in 2068. Ahriman was seventy-four years old, still fucking and whipping and caning and fisting his merry way through the younger generations that lived in his home and in the several other homes he had built on his property, when he woke up very early one morning and couldnt move his left arm or leg or open his left eye. Kaneez was asleep beside him, and Giolla and Dasa were curled up on the floor. He reached his right hand over and shook Kaneez awake.
My love, he whispered, wake up. It has happened.
She immediately sat up, and when she saw him lying still, she started crying. No, My Lord!
Hush, my love. We knew this might happen one day, and it has. Get Samil and tell him to come immediately. It is time.
Her tears never stopped, but she nodded. Yes, Ahriman. She woke up Giolla and Dasa, and they both wept when they realized what had happened. They clung to him until Kaneez returned with Samil. The younger priest of Chernobog, now fifty-three years old himself, shoved them aside violently and knelt by his fathers side.
Are you sure, Father? he asked stone-faced but dancing wildly inside.
I am positive, my son. I have no desire to live if I am not fit and healthy. It must be done before anyone else wakes. Help me downstairs.
Yes, sir, his son said, barely able to hide his glee. Finally, he would be able to live his life openly under his own rules instead of his fathers. He had been doing so in secret for thirty-five yearshis father had no idea how twisted his needs really werebut now he wouldnt have to hide anymore.
Samil had to carry his father once they both realized that walking was out of the question, and it wasnt long before the elder priest was stripped of his clothing and placed on his knees in the ritual room, his three slaves just as naked supporting him as they knelt in front of him so that he didnt fall. Samil gave his father the ancient dagger, and took off his own clothing.
Remember, my son, the wolves will be the ones to rid the world of our physical bodies. Promise me this.
I promise, Father. Samil had every intention of fulfilling his fathers last wish. He didnt give a fuck if their bodies rotted in the ground or were digested by wild animals. Unknown to his father, however, it just wouldnt happen right away.
Ahriman just nodded, raised his right hand, and swiftly drew it across Dasas throat, her blood coating them all in a red glaze. He repeated the process with Giolla, and then he looked at the two bodies on the floor, lying in a pool of thick, sticky crimson.
They will be waiting in Chernobogs court to serve you, Father, Samil said softly, his cock already hardening at the thought of how these sacrifices would end.
His father nodded again, kissed Kaneez softly, and slit her throat as he did so. As her body dropped to the floor, Samily swiftly grabbed his fathers shoulders and held him upright.
Thank you, my son, Ahriman said and placed the dagger at his own throat. Chernobog, I send one last black soul to you. Please accept my sacrifice and allow me to rule by your side. Without another word, he drew the blade across his skin. He gasped once, but then his eyes rolled back in his head, and Samil slowly lowered him to the floor.
No, Father, thank you, The now-eldest priest said with a wicked grin.
The reign of Ahriman was over, and the reign of his son, Samil, had just begun.
FINIS
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