Marilyn fanfic: A Gothic Love Story

The Beginning of Something Great

There he was Marilyn Manson, her dream man. As long as Bridget could remember she's always admired him, tall, pale mysterious figure, with a hard on for rock music and satan.  Little did she know that someday all her fantasies would come true.

A couple of her friends called her to inform her that they just got tickets to go see Marilyn Manson. What they didn't tell her was the fact they didn't just get tickets, they were V.I.P backstage passes.
Whenever her friends picked her up to go to the concert she had noticed it was an hour early before it even started. When she got into the car they handed her the lanyard with the big shiny letter that spelled out "V.I.P". The minute she saw that she lost her shit, she couldn't contain her excitement. All her fantasies started flooding her head, her new goal was to develop a romantic relationship with Marilyn Manson. She realized it was now or never. They soon arrived, Bridget hopped out of the car and spirited towards the stadium, her friends attempted to chase after her. When they all got there the body guard checked their IDS and passes and then lead them to Marilyn Manson's dressing room. The guard knocked softly and then opened the door. Bridget couldn't help but to practically tackle Marilyn down. She fell right on top of him, he laughed, "You're an eager one aren't you?" he said flirtatiously. She blushed and giggled "I guess you call me that." she then realized that has been on top of him she quickly got up and apologized. He smiled at her and said "Its fine, i'm always excited to see people like you." he winked at her, her blush grew so intensely. He signed autographs and gave out shirts to everyone and just before the show started he sent them on their way. Bridget got pushed to the side a bit and was the last one to go before she fully left he called her name "Bridget! Can you stay for a bit longer? You seem like an interesting character, I wanna talk to you a little more."  he said to her. She swiftly turned around and ran towards him "Of course, i would love to stay a little longer." she said. He put his hand on her cheek and whispered in her ear "I like girls like you, so young, so eager. I can tell by the way you look at me that you've thought about me a lot. Thought about me in ways a young teenage girl shouldn't." he pulled back and made eye contact. She couldn't help but to blush, she beginning to get turned on. Her knees began to shake at the thought of Marilyn using her as a sex slave. She couldn't help but to fantasize about all the dirty nasty things he would do to her young slutty body. He smirked, as if he knew the things he was doing to her. Marilyn asked if she would close and lock the doors for him real quick, she did as he asked like a good puppy. When she turned around he was right behind her, there was no hesitation when he kissed her. As their lips touch,  tongues began to explore, tongues rubbed up against another. Marilyn slowly put his hand up her shirt, she could feel his long, skinny, cold, fingers running up here stomach and onto her chest, she gently moaned. He pushed his cock against her stomach and dry humped her stomach. He let out a manly groan that sounded like my grandfather having a stroke. He played with her nipples then exploded to the southern part of her body.  His old man hands played with her precious young clit. He began to pinch and twist her clit. She screams in pain and pleasure, her pussy began to throb violently. He ripped her pants and shirt off and throw her into the mirror. Glass shattered everywhere and her hands were cut and wrists were cut more than they were before. He laughed at the pain and confusion in her face, till he realized, it had turned into pleasure. She spread her legs open and dripped her own blood onto her vagina "You it as lube." she moaned. He slammed her onto the table and rammed his shriveled, long rob into her women hood. He saw that she was a virgin by the amount of blood that was leaking from her vagina. She aches and quivered at the pain and pleasure. She was mortified by the blood but loved the feeling. He began to thrust hard and rough she felt as if her vagina was splitting into twos. Her body was beginning to give out on her and her legs went weak with each thrust. Blood gushed from her pussy, it rolled to her ass and her asshole was a blood covered canvas. Marilyn noticed her ass was lubricanted he slip his finger in. She let out a violent scream. Her body was breaking and he was enjoying her pain. He dumped his load into her and out a jello like red mesh of cum and blood. He grabbed her by the hair and dragged her into a different room with what appeared to be a meathook. He throw her body onto it and told her to act as if it was a sex swing. She now sees why his wife left him.  He lifted her legs up and shoved a butcher knife up inside her he then says "I'm doing this to prevent any chance of you having my child. I dumped a huge load in you slut, now instead of you caring for it you'll now bleed from your whore like pussy." he slides the knife out, she screams in agony. She could no longer feel anything, she was lifeless on a meathook in the middle of Marilyn Manson's dressing room. All Bridget could do was have her body violated by some sick psycho. She blanked out and her screams soon became muffled, she was slowly dying. Marilyn was laughing and enjoying the pain he was witnessing her go through. He shoved the knife back in her along with his fist. He soon takes her off the hook after her body goes limp and stops fighting's him off. She hits the ground with a loud THUD she can't breathe, move, speak, or walk. She was covered in his cum. There was blood all over the place and all over her. She feels as if she survived a murder but this wasn't the end of his sexual torment and torture. There was many more to come. That was the last day her friends ever saw her. Marilyn took her from there.