The Road To Hell

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ANGEL'S POV





I awoke with my back against Manson's chest, his arms firmly wrapped around me.



I took this opportunity to admire the beautiful tattoos that adorned his arms.



I traced my finger gently across the skull all the way to his wrists to the demonic tree that pierced through it, then gently raked my nails back up his arm.



God, this man couldn't get any more perfect.



I turned my attention to his other arm, noticing the demonic face, and placed feather light kisses on it. I'm fucking weird, I know.



I noticed Manson's draw in a deep breath and glanced behind me to see Manson wide awake and watching me. I turned scarlet red immediately.



"Keep going, that was a turn on", Manson grunted out. I could still feel his eyes boring into me.



I felt slightly relieved he didn't find it awkward I was semi making out with a demonic face tattooed on his arm, so I kept going.



My feathery kisses turned to opened mouthed, gentle kisses, then I flicked my tongue over the long, pointed teeth on the face. I pulled away giggling, then turned in his arms so that I was facing him.



Manson smirked, "I'm glad to see you like my tattoos", he commented.



"I love them. I've seen them, just never really got the chance to actually LOOK at them", I said, still tracing my finger around each tattoo, going up his arm.



"What is this?", I asked stopping at a tattoo of a pentagram that looked like it had a face in it.



"Baphomet", he answered.



"And who is that?", I asked, sort of embarrassed for being so clueless.



"You really are innocent aren't you?", he asked semi amused, then answered my question. "Baphomet....Satan, the devil, the goat of Mendes, Lucis, Lucifer, Beelzebub...."



"Okay, I get it", I laughed cutting him off.



"Sooo, you really are a Satanist?", I asked, earning a chuckle from him, causing my cheeks to heat up.



"I think I'm too open minded to narrow-mindedly classify myself in one category of beliefs", he replied. "Although, I am a reverend of the Church of Satan", he added.



"Yeah, I heard that. My parents told Sarah's parents that about you when she began getting into your music, and told me that I wasn't allowed to listen to you", I told him, laughing.



"Yeah, I gathered that you weren't fond of my band and I the night I met you", Manson said chuckling.



"So you come from a Christian family?", Manson asked.



I nodded. "My parents are extremely 'bible-belted'. So I was raised to be a bible-thumper from a young age.", I said and laughed.



"My parents aren't like that, but my father is Catholic and my mother is Episcopalian. I went to a Christian school as a kid, believe it or not", Manson said laughing.



"So did I, I graduated from a Baptist school. God, you should have saw my ass there, bible-thumping, stuck up, narrow minded, priss who walked around like her shit didn't stink.", I said shaking my head.



"And look at my bad girl now", Manson said grinning, then added "when I was in Christian school, I used to steal money from girls purses at prayer time", he laughed.



"Sarah went to school with me, I have known her my entire life, our parents were friends before we were born and grew up in the same neighborhood. She was always different though. She never got into the whole religious thing and was always an outcast for it. Our senior year of high school she got expelled because we had to do an essay of our favorite bible hero and read it in front of the senior class. Well Sarah wrote her favorite was 'MARY MAGDALENE, FORMER PROSTITUTE THAT NOW ONLY GETS ON HER KNEES FOR THE LORD'.", I said, causing Manson to erupt in a fit of laughter.



"She certainly is a character", Manson said.



"And what are your beliefs now?", Manson asked after calming himself, taking on a more serious tone.



I shrugged. "I don't believe in God, but I don't disbelieve in God either. So I suppose I would identify with being Agnostic.", I said.



Manson held me tighter to him, then whispered in my ear, "I want to be your god now", then pulled away smirking.





I tightened my grip on his body, slightly digging my nails into his arms.



"Is that so?", I asked, imitating his smirk.



"And what praise does my 'god' require?", I asked.



Manson rolled me on my back and hovered over me, his long raven hair dangling in my face.



"I meant it when I told you to submit to me, I want you to submit your entire being, please me in every way, worship me, adore me, make me your one and only god....and I will save your soul", he said against my neck, his breath lingering on me as I choked on a moan.



Manson intertwined one hand with mine and shoved his tongue down my throat. He then, took the hand and pressed my palm against his bulge and ground his crotch against it.



"I want to hear you say 'goddamn'", Manson said. Why?



"G-g-goddamn", I stumbled, trying to speak through my arousal.



"Say it!", he shouted in my face.



I repeated it, "goddamn".



Manson slipped a finger into my soaking wet vagina and moved it painfully slow, causing me to take matters into my own hands and buck my hips, slamming my body back and forth on his finger.



He growled and removed it, then pinned my hips down. He leaned his face an inch from mine, I could feel his breath as he said "Don't FUCKING move".



I obeyed, fuck I was so turned on.



He inserted the finger inside me again and resumed his slow pace, with a satisfied look on his face, he clearly enjoyed my pained and desperate expression for HIM to be fucking my pussy mercilessly.



He kept his face a mere inch from mine and began to quicken the pace of his finger inside me.



I closed the gap between our faces and crashed my lips against his, making him moan, but he slowed the pace of his finger, as if he were punishing me, then used his other hand to grip my throat and push my head back to the bed. This increased my arousal. I loved him using and dominating me.



"I said DON'T FUCKING MOVE", he said through his teeth.



I bit down hard on my quivering lip to prevent myself from succumbing to the temptation to kiss him again.



I was rewarded for my self control by him quickening the pace again, causing me to arch my back. "Ahhh", I moaned out.



Manson inserted a second finger into me, "Say, Jesus loves me, the bible tells me so", he demanded.



The words slipped from my mouth without me even consciously forming them. I just desperately needed his touch.



Manson licked my lips and without warning bit my lower lip and pulled my lips apart, letting his tongue explore every inch of my mouth.



"I want to TASTE your corruption", he said when he pulled away.



"Tell me that I am your god of fuck", he instructed.



"Ahh, yes, daddy, you're the god of fuck, you're MY god of fuck! Please fuck me! I NEED you inside me NOW!", I screamed out desperately.



Within seconds Manson had his pants off and was needfully kissing me.



He broke the kiss and retrieved the same bag of cocaine as last night and emptied some on his hand and held it towards my face.



I covered a nostril with a finger and snorted the powder. He flipped me on my stomach and aggressively raised my hips so my ass was in the air and put cocaine on my ass and snorted it off.



He reached down and snatched my head back by my hair then wrapped my hair around his fist and began roughly spanking me.



I cried out and moaned with each smack to the ass.



"WHO'S YOUR FUCKING MASTER?!", he screamed.



"YOU, DADDY!", I cried out.



He grabbed his leather belt from the floor and smacked it across my ass until I could feel welts beginning to form. Manson bit and licked across my ass and gave it one last strike with the belt before he loosely fastened it around my neck like a leash.



He held the long part of the belt then pushed himself into me. He slapped my ass and pulled the makeshift leash as he pounded into me.



I moaned and screamed at the top of my lungs as my eyes rolled into the back of my head.



"My fucking bitch feels so tight, mmmmm", he groaned in ecstasy.



The sound of our skin slapping filled the room. I slammed my body as hard as I could into him to take all of his cock.



"Ahh, yes, like that, fuck my cock, show me the little Christian whore that you are", Manson growled.



Without warning he shoved a finger that felt like it was covered in spit up my ass. I yelped and felt as if I were going to split apart. The pain perfectly mixed with my pleasure causing me to screech inhuman yelps, which was soon interrupted by him dropping my 'leash' and shoving two fingers in my mouth as well.





"Yessss, mmmm, I OWN you, I'm going to fill all your holes, you fucking bitch!", he hissed in my ear.



"Ahhhh, yessss, my fucking sex god, my pussy is yours, you own all of me!", I screamed out, muffled by his fingers slipping in and out of my mouth.



"I will fucking save you and redeem your soul", my god of fuck hissed through his teeth.





He kept pounding into me and screaming obscenities in my ear, then he retrieved the belt-leash again and pulled it so tight I was gasping for air.



After a moment, I felt his cum spill inside me.



I loved the warm feeling and how it made my vagina feel so 'full'.



He slowly pulled out of my vagina, pulling me back with him by the belt around my neck.



"I really adore you, Angel", he said then pushed me into a deep kiss, still tightly gripping my leash.