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The Road To Hell	By : Crystal_Sugar Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Marilyn Manson Views: 3438 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN MARILYN MANSON OR AM IN ANY WAY CONNECTED TO HIS FRANCHISE, NOR DO I KNOW ANY OF THEM PERSONALLY. THIS STORY IS PURELY A WORK OF FICTION, AND ANY SITUATIONS OF THIS FAN FICTION ARE FICTITIOUS. THERE IS NO PROFIT FROM THIS STORY

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ANGEL'S POV:

Roger scolded me and told me not to behave that way again, as if he were speaking to a 3 year old that just had a temper tantrum. But I just simply forced a smile and nodded. Then he walked away.

"Thanks, I guess", I said as I turned to face Marilyn again.

He was using napkins from the table to dry his hair and the alcohol that ran down his face.

He let out a small chuckle and sighed. "I am sorry I behaved that way, it was out of line", he said while looking down at the floor.

'It's fine", I said flatly while turning to walk away, still a bit annoyed.

"But you do know, with your occupation and everything, it can give someone THAT impression about you", he said loudly as I was walking away.

I turned around, feeling myself get angrier by the second but allowed myself to calm a little before speaking, "you know, aren't you one of the main people that get annoyed when people make snap judgments about you? Or think you're some type of awful person because of your appearance and music? Yet here you are basically calling me a slut because of MY occupation. Because just so you know, not that it's any of YOUR business, but I'm a virgin, far from a SLUT, and I certainly don't spread my legs and welcome any rocker to take me home because they put out an album", I said getting increasingly louder the more I spoke.

He looked at me for a minute, seemingly stunned by my words. Then he finally spoke, "you know, you're right, I am a bit of a hypocrite there, and I'm sorry. But I heard your little conversation with your boss there (he motioned with his finger to where Roger and I stood arguing while I refused to dance for him) and all you did was spill idiocy and judgment. You refused to dance for me for your own judgmental reasons and said outlandish rumors against me, which none are true. So if I'm a hypocrite, then I suppose that makes two of us.", he said with a wink.

I felt my face heat up in a blush and apologized.

The strip club 'last call' was announced over the speakers and the last girl went up to dance as some lights were turned on and strippers began making their way to the back dressing rooms to get changed and go home.

Marilyn and I stood in silence a moment and as I finally spoke and told him goodbye, he called out for me to wait. He grabbed a napkin from the table center and pulled his lipstick from his pocket and jotted something down on the napkin. He then handed it to me and kissed my hand.

"It was a pleasure meeting you, Celtic", he said with a wink.

"You too, Mr. Manson", I replied as I walked off. I glanced at the napkin and realized it was a number. I folded it and stuck it in my bra.

When I got inside the dressing room Sarah ran up to me excitedly and was completely fan-girling over Marilyn.

"OH MY GOD, you are soooo lucky! What was he like, what did he say?!", she asked smiling so hard she looked as if she might get stuck that way.

I laughed and shook my head. Then I told her all the events that just took place. I listened to how much she loves him and his band the entire time we dressed and all the whole drive home.

When we got in the house I suddenly remembered I had his phone number.

"Oh yeah, he gave me his number but I don't know if I will call...."

"WHAT?! THE Marilyn Manson HIMSELF hit on you and gave you his number and you are even second guessing if you should keep it or not?!", she said.

I sat the napkin with his number on the coffee table. I thought for a moment and decided to change the subject.

We chatted about random things and shared some laughs then decided to get in bed.

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A week has went by since Marilyn gave me his number and I decided not to call him. Also, I somehow managed to lose his number, so even if I wanted to call, I couldn't.

Tonight at work was particularly slow and boring since it was a Monday night. I didn't even have Sarah with me because she had to blow off work to go to some family dinner tonight.

I was sitting down at an empty table when suddenly I felt hands over my eyes and a deep, raspy voice whispered "guess who" in my ear.

I smiled and said "Marilyn". I would recognize his unique and sexy voice anywhere.

He sat next to me smiling. "You never called me", he said.

"Been busy", I said with a shrug. "So why did you come tonight?", I asked.

He sighed, "to see you. I haven't been able to get you out of my head". He smiled and blushed, not making eye contact with me.

Aww, the Antichrist is nervous, I thought to myself.

I was about to speak, but he interrupted, "are you busy TONIGHT?", he asked.

"Well I'm working....", I said as my voice trailed off.

He sat smiling at me a minute and suddenly jumped up and ran over to Roger. They spoke for a minute then Marilyn came running back over to me and grabbed my arm pulling me up then threw me over his shoulder.

I giggled. He walked me to the dressing area and stopped outside the door and told me to get dressed and informed me that Roger said it was okay if I left work early.

I didn't respond, I was just giggling like crazy and then went inside the dressing room and quickly got dressed and came back out.

He was leaning against the wall and smirked as he looked me up and down.

He finally reached out to grab my hand, "you're coming with me", he said.

"Where?", I said still not believing I was going with him.

"For drinks", he said.

"Oh, um, okay", I said with obvious concern and nervousness in my voice. I have never drank before and I wasn't 21.

When we got outside to his black car, he stopped before we got in.

"So what's your REAL name?", he asked.

"Angel", I said then bit my lip.

"I'm Brian, but you can call me Manson", he said with a smile.

He opened the car door for me and we began to drive. When we got to the bar, I felt my nerves get to me.

"I-I'm not 21, so I actually can't drink", I stuttered.

He smirked. "I'm old enough to buy the drinks, so it's fine. And how old are you anyways?", He asked.

"18". I said looking down.

"Sexy as hell", he said. "I'm 28", he added.

We sat in silence a moment before he finally pulled my hand. "Well let's get going", he said.

We got in the bar/club and he immediately spotted his band-mates and Trent Reznor. We sat at a table with them and he introduced me.

Everyone seemed pretty friendly, except Pogo. He rolled his eyes at me and glared while he slowly rocked back and forth. It made me a bit uncomfortable.

The band was pretty drunk and obviously high on drugs. Twiggy kept muttering something to himself about 'monkey's and space ghosts'. Sara and Daisy were barely coherent and were drooling. They were an odd group, but I was having fun.

Manson got me a glass of whiskey with ice. I was already feeling my head buzz as he handed me another one. I quickly downed it. I had never drank before and was border-lining drunk.

Manson was smirking at me, "you never drank before, huh", he said.

I shook my head.

He then pulled out a bag of white powder and cut it into lines with his credit card. "I suppose you never snorted any lines before either?", he said smirking then leaned down with a rolled dollar bill and snorted the substance. He leaned his head back and shook his head then leaned forward and put the dollar bill to the other nostril and finished the line.

He then handed me the dollar bill and instructed me to do the same.

I hesitated a moment then did as he said.

My nose felt as if it were on fire, and I rubbed it vigorously. The pain slowly subsided and then I felt a rush of energy and excitement.

Manson and I made our way to the dance floor and as if on cue his song "Dope Hat" came on. I wouldn't have recognized it for his if it weren't for Sarah playing all his music for me this past week, and I must say, I'm impressed. I'm quite the Marilyn Manson fan now.

We rubbed and grinded our bodies together to the song and I felt his hardness on my ass through my dress. He let his hands wander my body while we danced and then while I grinded on his erection with my back to his chest, he put his hand on my cheek and turned my face so I faced him. He waited no time to have his lips to mine and shoving his tongue down my throat while he pressed his hard penis to my body. He retreated his tongue from my throat and licked my lips then bit firmly on my bottom lip.

He turned me around so our chests were together and began kissing me again and rubbing and squeezing my ass.

He then suddenly picked me up bridal style. "Let's go to my hotel", he said.

Without missing a beat, he quickly walked out the club without telling his friends bye and rushed me to the car and sort of tossed me inside, without any objection or protests from me. He then drove a few minutes and we were at the hotel. I can't believe I'm doing this....

As soon as we walked through the door he grabbed me and began exploring my mouth with his tongue. He grabbed my hair and pulled me to the bed and got on top of me quickly pulling down his leather pants.

He leaned down and pulled off my dress and his eyes wandered my body while he ran his hand up my stomach and cupped my breast.

He circled my nipples with his thumbs and began sucking them. I gently moaned.

He then leaned up to kiss me and ran his hand down to my vagina. He cupped it in his hand and squeezed firmly then he broke the kiss and took off my black thongs.

"Suck my fucking fingers and spit on them", he instructed.

I did as he said then he rubbed the his pointer finger over my clit then pushed it inside my wet hole. He fingered me and turned his finger in a circle and watched me while I moaned and squirmed with his touch.

He used his other hand to begin stroking himself.

He pushed two fingers inside me and a sharp pain filled my body then it turned to pleasure enveloping me.

I arched my back and threw my head back and he quickened his pace fingering me.

I was in so much pleasure, I wanted to feel HIM inside me, stretching my vagina and filling me with his very large penis.

"Ahhh-ohhh-fuckkkk me, Manson!", I screamed.

He ignored my request and continued fingering me and then stopped stroking himself to lean down and start licking my vagina.

He grabbed my legs and pushed them over my shoulders then continued fingering me and licked all the way up my ass back to my vagina. I came full force and put my legs back down and wrapped them around him tightly.

He sat up and began slapping his rock hard cock on my entrance. He rubbed it on my wetness then got up and stood over the bed and grabbed me by my hair.

I sat up and he pulled me to my knees by his fistful of my hair.

"Yesss, get on your fucking knees", he said in his sexy voice, deeper and raspier than normal due to his arousal.

He shoved his cock in my face and I took it in my mouth and sucked the head. I kissed and licked his penis while he tugged my hair, moaning and bucking his hips.

"Take it down your throat, ALL OF IT, NOW!", he demanded.

Surprisingly I got it down my throat, but was gagging and my eyes were tearing up.

"Yessss, good girlllll", he moaned.

He began thrusting his hips and fucking my throat mercilessly.

"Do you love my cock being shoved down your fucking throat?!", he asked loudly.

I nodded and he gently slapped me and pulled my hair harder and rammed his penis down my throat.

"I DIDN'T FUCKING HEAR YOU! I WANT TO HEAR YOU SAY IT WITH MY DICK IN YOUR MOUTH!", he screamed while moaning.

"Yessss", I said the best I could, which sounded a mess and was completely muffled by his large penis being crammed down my throat.

He moaned and grabbed my hand and made me stroke his balls while he thrusted into my throat.

Then he grabbed my hair so hard it felt like he was pulling it out by the root and he shot his load in my mouth and some of it shot down my throat.

I swallowed while we looked each other in the eye.

He collapsed back onto the bed and reached his hand out for me.

I took it and pulled myself from my knees onto the bed with him.

He was gasping for air then breathlessly began kissing me.

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MARILYN'S POV

I pulled away from our kiss and held Angel's naked body close to me and began stroking her hair as she fell asleep in my arms.

I laid there unable to sleep, partially from my thoughts and partially from still feeling the effects from the cocaine.

My heart fluttered as I felt Angel's heart beat against my chest. It wasn't love, but I certainly had a strong infatuation with her and couldn't get her out my thoughts all week and I somehow just knew she wouldn't call me, so I decided to take matters into my own hands and called the strip club she works at and asked when she would have her shift.

She was beautiful, soft and well spoken, she had a fire about her and won't take any bullshit, and she didn't just jump all over me and have her tongue down my throat like other girls would have.

But a more sinister thought was in my mind also, she was so....innocent. I wanted to corrupt her. The thought turned me on. I enjoyed giving her, her first drink and watch her at her first drug use.

And I would have enjoyed nothing more than to take her virginity right as soon as we hit the hotel. But I couldn't do it. I didn't want her to sleep with me when she was drunk and high then regret it in the morning. In fact, she would probably regret this whole rendezvous and never want to see me again.

And I was about to go on tour again and wouldn't be able to just show up at her job.

I just hoped that maybe she would want to give me a shot and see me again.

I drifted off to sleep with my thoughts.

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ANGEL'S POV

I woke up with a pounding headache and extremely groggy.

I saw Manson's arm wrapped around my waist and the events of last night came flooding back to me. I smiled. Surprisingly I wasn't upset or ashamed of my actions, actually it felt quite good to be bad and experiment and experience parts of me I was never allowed to express.

I slowly removed Manson's arm from my waist and crept out of bed.

I collected my clothes that were scattered around the floor and quickly got dressed.

I leaned down to buckle my heels and as I was leaning up I accidentally bumped into the nightstand and knocked the lamp over.

Manson jolted up from his sleep and looked at me.

"Where are you going, baby?", he asked.

BABY?, I thought to myself. "I um, I'm going home", I replied.

"Why don't you stay with me awhile?", he asked in an almost begging tone.

"Okay", I replied simply and sat on the edge of the bed.

Manson sat back up and scooted closer to me and wrapped his arms around me. I tensed up, which he must have noticed because he suddenly withdrew his arms.

"Do you want to spend the day with me and do something?", he asked.

"Uh sure, but I need to go by my house and shower and let my friend know where I am", I said.

He smiled and put his arms around me again, this time I was more comfortable.

He then put his hand on my cheek and turned my face around so I was facing him and slowly leaned in to kiss me, but watched me carefully to see if I showed any signs of objection to the kiss.

I accepted him in my mouth and our tongues danced together and we explored each others mouths as his hand rubbed my thigh.

I involuntary let out a small moan into his mouth and this excited him. He gripped my hair and deepened and quickened the pace of the kiss. He moaned and pushed my back on the bed.

He began sucking and nipping at my neck and I felt so much pleasure spread through me. I leaned my head back to expose my neck more, which he didn't miss a beat to take advantage of as he began grinding his teeth on my neck and licking it all over.

I had no doubt in my mind that I was covered in hickeys as he latched on to my jugular vein and gently sucked.

He undressed me and sat on top of me massaging my breasts and rubbing my vagina slowly. He smiled down at me and said "don't move".

Then he jumped up quickly and went to the closet. He came back with handcuffs and cuffed me to the metal headboard.

He then wrapped his hands around my throat loosely.

"I want you hopeless and helpless, SUBMIT TO ME!", he screamed.

"Yessss", I replied.

He shook his finger at me then reached beside the bed and pulled his belt from the floor from last night and smacked my left thigh with it.

"Yes, SIR!", he corrected.

I yelped, "mmmmm, yes sir".

He flashed a sadistic smile.

"Good, girl. You will call me sir and/or Master Manson. Now you will obey me and take all my cock or I will punish you, and take a great delight in doing so"....he held his belt a couple of inches from my face and rattled it...."this is just one of MANY ways I will punish you, if you are a naughty girl for too long then you will soon find out some of the other wayssss", he hissed.

I let out a long moan. This was all happening so soon, but I was so aroused. My vagina was so wet that my wetness had completely soaked my inner thighs.

"Spread your legs WIDE, NOW!", he demanded.

I did as I was told and he climbed between my legs.

He smirked as he felt my wetness from my inner thighs and he rubbed his hand through it and tasted it, shuddering slightly while his eyes rolled back as he did so.

He then rubbed his hand through my wetness again and held it to my face and instructed me to taste myself.

I did as my "master" said and then he leaned in and kissed me and sucked my tongue.

He then slithered up my body and sat on his knees hovering over my chest. He spat on my breasts and rubbed it with his hands and slid his penis between them and started fucking my breasts. He leaned his head back and moaned out in pleasure.

He grabbed my hair and forced my head towards my breasts and made me suck the head of his penis as it came forward to my face in between his thrusts.

"Good girl", he purred, then he tossed my head back by my hair.

He made his way back down my body and lined himself up with my entrance. He teased me with the head a moment then without warning thrust into me.

I cried out in agony which made him moan loudly then he gripped my neck as he thrust in and out of my vagina.

He glanced down and moaned more, "ahhhh-mmmm, I'm making my dirty, virgin girl bleed", he said.

Strangely the thought turned me on. I was moaning out as he fucked me mercilessly and screaming his name.

He moaned and slapped my thigh with one hand and still gripped my throat with the other.

"Tell your master to fuck your virgin pussy!", he demanded through his moans of pleasure.

'FUCK MY VIRGIN PUSSY, MASTER MANSON, FUCK ME LIKE A SLUT, MAKE ME BLEED MORE!", I cried out.

He reached down and rubbed his fingers through the drops of blood and tasted it.

He lifted my legs over his shoulders, "I'M GOING TO PUMP MY GODDAMED CUM DEEP INSIDE YOUR TIGHT LITTLE CUNT, YOU LITTLE WHORE!", he hissed through his gritted teeth.

His sweat was dripping on my body, only adding to my heavenly sensations I was filled with.

Suddenly he tightened his grip on my throat and pulled my hair and slammed his body into mine, pushing his penis as deeply into me as he could go, "FUUUUUCKKKK, AHHHHHH YESSSSS!", he screamed so loud I'm sure everyone on this hotel floor could hear. "ANGEL, MY DIRTY SLUT!", he added.

I felt his cum pumping into me and I arched my back and pushed my hips into him, "AHHH, MMMM, MASTER MANSON, MANSON DADDY!", I screamed as my body twitched and I came around his dick that was still stuffed into my vagina.

He released his grip on my throat and hair and collapsed on top of me. He caught his breath and after a moment uncuffed my hands.

I immediately wrapped my arms around him and we kissed for what seemed like an eternity.

We finally broke the kiss and stared at each other deeply in the eyes.

I rolled over on my stomach and Manson began stroking my back and placing gentle kisses on my shoulder.

I processed what just happened and I felt great about it.

I felt so....powerful.

Manson snuggled into my side and closed his eyes. I was lost in my thoughts as I listened to him snoring softly.
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