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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 home, and all of which were within a five hour drive. He had parked his Ferrari in a hotel parking lot a few miles from where he was now, walked to the parking garage where he kept this car, his black Porsche 911 Targa, and drove to his hunting ground. He looked carefully as he drove slowly down the street, searching for just the right one. Then he saw her. She was wearing a tight black mini skirt that barely covered her pussy, a black mesh top, and a red bra underneath. She also had thigh-high black boots on. He pulled to the curb and rolled down the passenger side window. She looked at him with a tired smile, and when he crooked his finger, she came and leaned down, resting her arms on the open window.
Looking for a date, baby? she drawled.
Something like that, he answered with his practiced grin.
She licked her teeth as she assessed him, and then she shrugged and got in the car. You a cop, baby?
He laughed. You honestly think a cop would drive this car?
No, but you never know. What are you looking for?
He pulled away. What are you offering?
Blowjob is fifty, anything else is a hundred. You want more, its two fifty an hour.
Five grand until tomorrow morning.
Her eyes widened as she grinned. I can do that, baby. You got a place?
Oh, yes. Its a bit of a distance away, though, and we have to switch cars.
What? Why?
He looked at her like she was stupid, which she was, of course. I cant afford to be seen picking up a whore. I have to take precautions.
Oh, I get it, she said. Thats cool.
She had no idea, but he let it go. He drove back to the parking garage and pulled in. He paid cash plus a little extra to keep a car much like this one in each of the cities he hunted in. The extra went to making sure that no one ever asked any questions. Once parked, they walked to his Ferrari, and she whistled when she saw it.
No, you are definitely not a cop, she said with a grin. When she got in, she said, Where we going?
My house, he answered, and she nodded. He drove out of the city, and after about fifteen minutes, pulled onto a deserted side road.
Whatre we doing here?
He got out of the car, and she did, too. He walked around to her side, put his black-gloved hands on either side of her, trapping her against the car. You start earning your pay right now. She grinned and tried to reach for his belt, but he stepped back. Not like that.
She looked confused until his hands shot up and wrapped around her throat. Then comprehension filled her eyes, and she struggled, clawing at his hands and arms in an attempt to get away. His leather gloves and jacket rendered her efforts useless, and he watched, his cock growing harder, as her eyes rolled up in her head. She slumped in his hands, and he loosened his grip, leaned in to make sure she was still breathing, and dropped her to the ground. He went to the trunk, got the rope, and proceeded to bind her tightly with her arms behind her back, and her thighs, knees, shins, and ankles bound together. Then he strapped her into the car. He didnt cover her mouth, though. He wanted to hear her screams as he drove home. They would make him ready to fuck Kaneez until she passed out.
He had driven for about twenty minutes when the whore next to him moaned. He glanced at her and grinned. He waited a few more minutes, and then she opened her eyes and looked around wildly.
What the fuck did you do to me? She struggled against the rope.
His right hand shot out and connected with her jaw. She let out a scream, and he grabbed her hair, forcing her to look at him.
You so much as let one drop of blood get in this car, bitch, and you will regret it.
Wh…What are you going to do to me?
He laughed, and it was as if the temperature in the car dropped twenty degrees. She shivered at the depravity of the sound and stared at him, wide-eyed.
Are you going to kill me?
He grinned at her, and his eyes went dark. What do you think?
She screamed then, and she thrashed against her bonds. The scream went on and on and on, and he got harder and harder and harder. He reached into his jacket, pulled out a black silk handkerchief, and then freed himself from the confines of his pants. Her screams continued as he jacked off, making sure he kept his speed just below the speed limit. It certainly wouldnt do to be pulled over now. He could feel his balls tighten, but he released his cock long enough to grab the whores hair again and turn her face toward him.
You just get to watch, cunt! Dont look away!
He resumed his motions, and it wasnt long before he grunted and shot off into the handkerchief. The whore hadnt stopped screaming, but she kept her eyes on him. He balled up the fabric, reached over, and shoved it in her mouth.
You like to eat cum, right, whore? Suck it clean before we reach home.
He watched out of the corner of his eye as she tried to do as he said, but the most she managed to do was soak the cloth with her spit. Eventually, she slumped in the seat, with whimpers being the only sounds she made.
The drive home seemed to take minutes instead of hours, and when he pulled up in front of the house, he took a deep breath. After extracting the whore from the car, he hoisted her over his shoulder. She fought him the best she could considering how she was bound, but he was larger and stronger than she was, so he carried her into the house, and brought her to the basement. He bypassed Kaneezs room and walked down the hallway to a second steel door. This one had only a standard lock, but he left it open for now.
After pulling his handkerchief from her mouth, he dropped the whore to the floor in the center of the room and tossed the cloth in the trash by the sink. Her eyes flew around in terror, but he intentionally left the lights off. Only a faint glow came from the hallway, so the bitch wouldnt be able to see much yet. He moved behind her and untied her hands, but then immediately retied them in front of her. He then hooked the rope over the chain in the ceiling, almost identical to the one in Kaneezs room. Then he wrapped a rope around her ankles and secured them to the floor. She opened her mouth, but he balled up his fist and punched her in the face, shivering with delight at the scream that was wrenched from her. His delight grew at the thought that this would be the first time his ritual would be witnessed by someone other than Mother, and for the first time, he wouldnt have to relieve his discomfort by himself.
He left the door open as he walked upstairs to his bedroom. It had been over six hours since he had left, but Kaneez was still asleep in his bed. He caught his breath when he saw her, that unfamiliar feeling filling him again. She really was beautiful. Her back was to him, and she hadnt used the covers, so every welt and wound was displayed before him. He knelt by the bed, and unhooked the chain from her collar. She didnt move, so he flattened his hand and ran it roughly down her back, feeling every bump and ridge. She gasped and instinctively pulled away from him, but he grabbed her shoulders.
Dont you dare, he hissed, and she froze. Apologize.
Im sorry, Ahriman. I didnt know it was you, My Lord.
He resumed his ruthless caress of her back, and she whimpered but didnt move. His hands moved to her ass, and he gripped both cheeks tightly, and the whimper intensified into a cry. This will be mine later, he said quietly, and she shuddered. But right now, I have a surprise for you. Get up and use the restroom quickly.
Yes, Ahriman. She got off the bed, and he gestured toward the bathroom. She entered and shut the door, and he took that time to strip, noticing for the first time that there was blood on his glove. He frowned, and as soon as Kaneez exited the bathroom, he pushed past her. He spent the next few minutes removing the blood, and then he grabbed Kaneezs arm and stalked out of his room.
She paused when they reached the door to her room, but he continued down the hallway and stopped just outside the other door. Now, he said, running his hands down her arms. you will watch the ritual. If you can do so without being restrained, I would actually prefer that. I want you available to me. Can you do that?
She looked confused, but she said, Yes, Ahriman.
Good girl. Come with me.
She followed him meekly into the room, and he shut the door and turned on the lights. He wasnt sure who screamed first or louder, Kaneez or the whore hanging from the chain. He closed his eyes, threw his arms out to the side, tilted his head back, and basked in the sound, letting it roll over him like a wave. Kaneez stopped screaming first, though, and he opened his eyes and looked at her. She was cowering against the door, sitting on the floor with her knees pulled up to her chest and her face buried in them. She was shivering uncontrollably, and he grinned as he moved beside her. He grabbed her hair and yanked her head up. She kept her eyes squeezed shut, but he hissed, Look at them, Kaneez! and she slowly opened them, her breath coming in quick, labored gasps.
He followed her gaze as she looked at the wall to her right. Lined up along it were five semi-clear 55-gallon plastic drums. The plastic was clear enough that the contents of the drums were obvious. Inside each drum was the body of a whore, folded up into a fetal position and inserted feet first. The drums were airtight, so, even though the oldest had been there for six months, there was no smell. Not even from the five heads that sat on top of the drums, each on their own blanket. They were desiccated to the point that only he knew who they had once been, and the clear, plastic he had dipped them in kept them in pristine condition.
What do you think, Kaneez? Arent they beautiful?
Her mouth worked, but nothing came out but a whimper. He tightened his grip in her hair. Answer me!
Yes, Ahriman, she managed.
He looked in her eyes. If you continue to please me, you will not end up like them. Even now, you may already have my child in you. That is your purpose, Kaneez–to bear my children. He turned her eyes to the whore hanging from the ceiling. Her purpose is to fulfill Chernobogs need for another black soul. He wasnt satisfied with Mothers, and he told me he needs more. They must be black souls, though, for the black god is not interested in any other kind. He turned her head back to him. Yours, for instance, may not be white, but it is not black, so he doesnt want you. Do you understand?
I think so, My Lord.
He smiled. Good girl. Now, sit quietly and watch me work. I have never had a Kaneez before, so, when the pleasure of their screams became too much, I was forced to take care of my own needs, since I would never fuck a whore, but now you are here. When I must relieve my pleasure, and I will, I will use you to release it, and you will not fight me.
She nodded, and he picked up the cat onine tails from the shelf above the sink. The whore had stopped screaming, but her eyes were wide with fear, and his cock stiffened. He stepped up to her. You should feel honored, he said quietly. To be a sacrifice to Chernobog is a great privilege, and you will live forever afterwards, just like Mother, just like these five. He gestured to the drums, and she whimpered. He walked around her as he looked at Kaneez. Her eyes were open, but they were not fixed on him. They were locked somewhere around the back corner of the room.
Kaneez! Watch!
Her eyes snapped to his, and she whimpered at the fervor in them. He swung the whip and caught the whore across the back, the metal shards tied to the end of the tails instantly ripping into her skin. Her scream pierced his brain, and he sucked in a deep breath as warm blood splashed onto his chest. His pupils dilated until his eyes turned black, and he swung the whip again, this time hitting the whores ass. Another scream was wrenched from her throat, and it was exquisite. The sight of the blood dripping down her back had him pulsing, and he only managed three more lashes, each one spraying more blood onto him, before he had to stop. He dropped the tails on the floor, covered the distance between himself and Kaneez, and hauled her to her feet. He spun her around, forced her to bend over, and slammed into her pussy. She caught herself on the door and held herself up as he battered her cunt mercilessly. Each thrust forced her into the door, and it wasnt long before she was screaming as well. It was too much for him, and he roared as he shot his cum deep into her womb.
Fuck!!!
He pulled out and saw that Kaneezs cunt was bleeding, he had fucked her so hard, and he dipped his finger in it before tracing a symbol consisting of an upward arrow crossed by a sideways Z between her shoulder blades. He left her leaning against the door, picked up the tails, and went back to the whore.
He stood in front of her this time, and grinned at her as he brought the whip down across her breasts. Another, louder scream was ripped from her as the metal tore through the fragile tissue. Along with the blood this time, sebum bubbled out of the wounds, and he struck her again and again and again, shredding her breasts and abdomen. By the time he paused for breath, the whore was hanging limply in her bonds, and he checked her pulse. She was still alive, just unconscious. He broke a packet of smelling salts under her nose, and she took a deep breath. Her eyes opened, and when she saw him standing in front of her, she tried to scream, but her voice was gone, and all that came out was a strangled gasp. He was hard again, but he made sure to wash most of the whores blood off himself before he moved back to Kaneez.
She was cowering against the door, and he once again hauled her to her feet and bent her over. This time, he forced himself into her ass, causing her to shriek. He plunged into her powerfully over and over until she was barely able to hold herself up against the door. The tightness of her ass, the pitiful sounds coming from the whore, and Kaneezs screams all combined to bring him to the point of no return very quickly. He dug his fingers into wounds on Kaneezs hips, drawing blood as he slammed into her one last time, filling her bowels with his cum.
He used her blood to add a complicated symbol under the first on her back. It was a barbed trident and triangle inside a circle. Underneath that, he drew a crows foot, and finally, he enclosed all three symbols in a diamond. Then he drew the same complex symbol on his chest, again using Kaneezs blood.
You are now consecrated to Chernobog, as am I, he said.
Kaneez slowly turned around, her face streaked with tears. Youre insane, she whispered.
He looked at her in surprise, not because she didnt address him properly, but because of her statement. Am I? he asked, truly curious. Do you really think so?
Yes.
He grinned, and her eyes went wide. That may be so, he said, stepping close to her, but it doesnt matter. You are still mine forever, and she… He pointed at the whore. …will still die for Chernobog and then live forever. He reached to the shelf above the sink and pulled down an ancient dagger. It gleamed in the light, and he held it up in front of Kaneez, who flinched. It is time.
He turned from her and stood in front of the whore who was barely conscious. He grabbed her hair and held her head straight. She looked at him, and he stared into her eyes as he said, I give your black soul to Chernobog. May we both live forever in his keeping. He swiftly drew the razor-sharp dagger across her throat and threw his head back as her warm blood covered him, running down his chest and legs to pool at his feet. He waited until no more blood flowed from her, and then he reverently laid the dagger at her feet and took a hacksaw from the shelf. He took the whore down from the chain and laid her on the floor before severing her head from her body. He then folded her into the same position as the other five and inserted her into an empty drum before securing the lid. Then he took a steel box from the shelf, placed her head in It, and poured salt into it until it was full and the head was covered. He closed the lid of the box and set it on the drum. That done, he turned back to Kaneez.
She was slumped on the floor, unconscious. He shrugged, moved her away from the door, and opened it. Then he picked her up and carried her to the next room down the hall. Inside was a shower, and he held her close as he turned the water on. He set her in a corner of the shower and proceeded to clean himself. When he got almost all of the blood off himself, he knelt and cleaned Kaneez as well. She stayed unaware of what was going on, even when he aimed the shower head directly at her. After assuring himself that she was clean, he moved her out of the shower and finished his own cleansing and the cleaning of the shower. Then he turned the water off, picked up Kaneez, and carried her back to his bedroom, carefully avoiding the bloody footprints in the basement hallway. He laid her on the bed and hooked the chain to her collar. Then he went to clean up the ritual room.
TO BE CONTINUED…
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