The Road To Hell

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ANGEL'S POV





I watched Manson sleep as I held on to his body a little tighter and he unconsciously tightened his arms around me as well. Awww.



I watched his lean muscles flex as he kept his tight grip on me. He is so fucking sexy, this was just too tempting. I should molest him in his sleep like he does with me. Of course I always wake up when he begins caressing my body, and the bed shaking from him masturbating, but I always let him continue, containing myself from begging him to fuck me, and just hoping he will thrust into me. It started from me just being curious to what he would do, but now it has turned into a little fetish of mine. I will tell him one of these days....



Knowing now that he loves me makes me feel much better, I was beginning to feel stupid loving someone so much that didn't feel the same.



After coming back to reality from my thoughts, I noticed a bag of cocaine on the floor that must have fell from Manson's pocket. Should I help myself? Probably not, he would definitely know it was gone when he woke up. That was the first thing he did when he woke up, kiss me then immediately jump up to snort cocaine. I wonder what is so bad that he doesn't want to be in his sober mind? I know I do it to numb out my feelings and certain people, like my family, that I miss.



My body began to shake slightly and moving towards the drugs of its own accord, but as I bent down to retrieve the bag, Manson's eyes snapped open and he quickly grabbed my arm.



How the fuck....?



"What the fuck do you think you're doing?", Manson growled.



I didn't answer, I knew I was caught and could now expect my "punishment".



But aside from his grip tightening on my arm so hard I thought it would break, he didn't do anything.



He glared at me so intensely that I couldn't hold my gaze, so I looked to the floor. I guess that's what he wanted because after that he released his grip and pulled me in his arms.



"Goddamn Angel, you have a problem", he said softly with glassy eyes.



So do you, motherfucker, so do you.



"You really disappointed me and let me down", he said, now with tears escaping his eyes.



Now I feel bad....



"I'm sorry, baby. I didn't do any lines though, and I won't try to again", I said, now feeling myself begin to choke up.



"Yes you will. You don't even see that you have a problem....You can't control yourself when you're around it, you were staying up for several days at a time on drug binges, and you're having withdrawals now that you can't have it. That's a problem. Using drugs to escape your problems is a problem, too", Manson said.



When he said that, I realized that maybe I do have a problem. If it were anyone else, I would think they were a drug addict, I'm no different.



"You're right, maybe I do have a little problem, but I can quit anytime I really wanted to. I know I can", I said, not too sure of myself, but more trying to appease Manson.



"Do you understand why this is a problem? You can't use drugs as an escape from reality, you have to face that shit. Also, you use drugs more when you're sad or upset, when you're only supposed to use them when you're happy or in a good mood. But that's my fault, not yours. I should have watched you closer and paid more attention to your habits", Manson said, suddenly stopping his sentence and staring at the wall as if he were in deep thought.



It's interesting he turned this into him regretting not thinking of better ways to control me. But, that's Manson. He always has to have HIS way and be in control.



But I just nodded.



"I will help you through this, baby. And I will start by getting rid of this....", Manson said, reaching down, taking the bag of cocaine from the floor and walking to the bathroom.



I heard a flush and felt my heart sink. He flushed the drugs that I could have racing through my body right now. That wonderful high that takes all the pain away. I raked my nails up and down my bare legs and began to cry.



Before I knew it, I felt Manson's strong arms wrapping around me and they gently rocked me.



"Shh, it's okay. I know it hurts....I will help you through this, I promise, love. I love you, my beautiful Angel", Manson whispered.



I held him back as tight as I could and began to feel the withdrawal pass. He helped me through it. Maybe I could get through all of this with him by my side, and maybe everything will be okay.



***********************************



Later that evening we all piled out of the big black bus at yet another venue. Just about everyone was high, except Manson, Sarah, and myself, but all of them were careful not to do drugs around me because Manson took it upon himself to pull them aside and tell them I was recovering.



But, I guess that it was best not to tempt myself by being around it.



Manson and the band disappeared in their dressing rooms to change into their costumes as I sat on a couch with Sarah, absent-mindlessly bouncing my foot.



Sarah was very proud of the fact I was trying to be sober now, so when I felt myself begin to sweat and my vision began to blur at the craving of being high, I didn't want to worry her, so I excused myself to the restroom to recover.



As I was reaching out to grasp the knob on the door, I felt a pair of large hands grab my waist and pull me into their body.



I quickly turned around and was about to scream out, but I saw it was Pogo. He held his finger to my lips, in a shushing motion, then put his hand on the small of my back and led me to his dressing room.



I stood in front of the door, confused, as he seemingly purposely brushed his body passed mine to lock the door.



My heart sped up and I thought I could have a heart attack when he stared down at me, so I stepped away from him and cleared my throat to speak up.



"....Soooo?", I asked, my voice shaky.



"Sooo", Pogo mocked, closing the gap between us again, watching me intensely.



"W-what did y-you bring me in here for?", I stuttered out.



Pogo smiled. "I brought you in here so you could loosen up and have some fun with me", he said in a deep, sultry voice.



I blushed furiously. I began to speak saying, "I-I d-don't....", but was cut off by Pogo pulling out a bag with a crystal rock inside.



I breathed in deeply and chuckled at my stupidity. "Oh....", I said, chuckling again awkwardly.



Pogo laughed with me and winked. "What kind of fun did you THINK I had in mind?", he asked, while gently taking my hand and guiding me to a chair, as he sat in one across from me.



Pogo rested a hand on my knee after he set his rock in a pipe and lit it, then began gently caressing my knee and lower thigh as he inhaled in the smoke. My body was completely stiff, and I was surprised I was allowing this, because even though I knew he didn't mean anything behind it, it would still piss Manson off if he found out. But he won't, right?



Pogo pulled my chair closer to him, settling me somewhat between his legs and gently caressed my face as he held the pipe to my lips.



I shouldn't be doing this....



I quickly stood up. "I can't, I promised Manson I would quit", I said while I walked to the door quickly.



"Angel, wait....", Pogo called after me as I opened the door and slid out of his dressing room.



What just happened?



***********************************



After Manson finished the concert and signed a crowd of fans autographs, I waited for him backstage.



"Hey, baby, did you like the concert.....", he started, but I cut him off.



"I LOVED the concert, Mr. Manson. I'm your BIGGEST fan", I said in the most annoying, highest pitch voice that I could caper.



We both giggled. "Is that right?", he said in a deep, lust filled voice while walking closely towards me, backing me into his dressing room.



"Yes that is right", I said while playing with a strand of my hair, while Manson's and I's chests touched and he looked down smirking at me. "I was wondering, if you could sign something for me", I continued, smirking back at him.



"Hmm, the meet and greet is already over and my girlfriend is around here somewhere.....", he said and we both chuckled slightly. 



"....but I tell you what, you said you were my biggest fan, why don't you SHOW me how big of a fan of mine you are, and we can get that autograph for you", he said with a wink.



"What exactly did you have in mind, Mr. Manson?", I asked coyly, while still playing with a strand of my hair and sat on the edge of his vanity table.



He grinned even wider and began unbuckling his leather pants as he walked towards me.



He gripped my face and shoved his tongue down my throat and allowed his hands to freely roam my body.



After a minute he pulled away.



"Turn around and put your hands behind your back", he said firmly.



I complied and in a flash, he ripped the studded belt from his pants and secured my hands behind my back by wrapping the belt around them so the studs were tearing into my skin.





Manson lifted my right leg so it was bent at the knee and resting on the cherry wood vanity.



He lifted my shirt so my breasts were exposed, and grinned at me through the mirror before he began fondling them and pinching my nipples.



He groaned as he rubbed his hard dick against my ass and I could feel his pre-cum dripping out.



He slapped my ass and dropped to his knees and began flicking his tongue on my asshole. He pushed his tongue past my fleshy ring and explored inside of me, causing me to moan whorishly and close my eyes as I rocked my ass on his tongue.



He inserted a finger into my wet vagina and quickened the pace of his tongue. "Fuuuck, Manson, that feels so good", I moaned. The pain of the studded belt cutting into the flesh in my wrists was adding to my pleasure, so I moved my hands around as much as I could and pulled them apart so I could feel it dig in deeper.



Manson must have noticed this because he stopped what he was doing so he could tighten the belt on my wrists until it felt as if the studs were on the brink of piercing through my skin.



"You little masochistic whore", Manson whispered teasingly in my ear once he lifted himself from the floor, as he began lining himself up with me, but his throbbing cock didn't enter the hole I anticipated....



"OW! FUCK!", I screamed out in agony, feeling a jolt of pain pierce through my ass.



Manson stilled himself inside of me and covered my mouth. "Shhh, stay still", he shushed me, smirking. "You wanted that autograph didn't you? Well you don't have a backstage pass, so you have to work for it in other ways", he said winking.



I was still wincing and whimpering from the pain, but beginning to adjust to him inside me. "You said you're my biggest fan, well your idol wants to sodomize you....", he said biting harshly on the back of my neck.



Manson began to shallowly thrust in and out of me, causing the pain to rise again, making me scream out in agony. "M-Manson, I-I can't do this, it hurts too much".



"Awww, I thought the masochist bitch would be enjoying the pain", he mocked, snickering. Then lovingly held my body closer to his, "I promise, baby, you'll be loving it in a minute", he whispered then turned harsh again.



He was right, a minute later the pain disappeared and was replaced by piercing pleasure.



"Ohhhh myyy god", I groaned out, loudly.



"Yesss, you like it, don't you?", he moaned out whilst raking his black painted nails up my hips and ass.



"Yes! I fucking love it! Go harder!", I cried out.



Manson quickened his pace and everything on the table began to rattle, some of his makeup clattering to the floor.



I felt his balls slap against my soaking wet cunt. "MARILYN! YESSS!", I screamed, and rested my forehead against the mirror, causing it to slightly fog up from my heavy breathing.



Manson pulled my head back, gripping either side of my face and held it a few inches away from the mirror. "Mmm, I want you to look at yourself! Look at yourself getting off. I want you to watch me sodomize you ", he demanded.



He let go of my face and gripped my hair by the root as I watched myself in the mirror. My mouth hung open as I moaned loudly, my eyes lidded, and my breasts bouncing. My face was completely flushed.



"Ahhh, goddamn you're so fucking tight!", Manson screamed as his thrusts became erratic.



Manson squeezed my ass hard, before he grunted loudly and thrust inside me one last time.



"Fuck yes, I'm cumming", he moaned as he released inside me.



Manson unbuckled the belt from my wrists and turned me around, lifting me to sit on the table and smothered my lips and neck with kisses.



He pulled away after a few minutes of kissing me intensely. "Now, what did you want signed?", he asked with a wink as he reached over and grabbed a marker.



I pulled out my breast and he signed it.



He admired his signature on my breast for a moment, "You know, that is sexy as fuck, I think I'm going to sign your tit before all of my concerts now", he said with a smirk.



***********************************



The tour was wrapping up quickly, with only a few shows left in northern California.



Manson and I was laying in bed in the tour bus, waiting to arrive at the last hotel we will he staying in for the tour.



We both knew the other was awake, but we laid there silent in complete silence until Manson began fiddling with a strand of my hair and cleared his voice.



"Baby?", he spoke.



"Yes?", I asked, turning to face him.



"I really want to be with you, Angel, and I don't know how we could make this work with you living halfway across the country when I couldn't bear going a day without seeing you. With the tour concluding soon, I have been thinking about this a lot. I love you, and I want you to live with me when the tour is over", he said, watching me closely.



I haven't really thought about it, to be honest. I haven't realized that after the tour, I would go back to living with Sarah in our apartment in Texas, 1,436 miles away from Manson. I know I couldn't bear being without him either.



"I will live with you, there's nothing left for me in Texas anymore anyways", I said.



Sarah was all I had left out there, which it pains me I would be leaving her, and leaving any hope of me and my family to reconcile, but I guess this would just be a new chapter of my life, and I could always fly out to Texas to see Sarah.



Manson grinned widely and pulled me in for a kiss.



"I love you. And even though we have technically been living together for a couple of months, I'm looking forward to having a home with you", he said, then began kissing me all over my face.