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Hell's Angels [ Luna + Sanoci]

Sanoci

Sanoci

Bloody Heart Shaped- Box
Joined
Jan 9, 2009
Location
Buffalo fookin, New York
Lingering within the highway route would the motel known as Blue Eagle Motel. On this night something known as the Blue Eagle Motel Massacre would be commencing by the notorious serial killers pronounced Hell's Angels. Currently room 24 would be a typical motel room; however the scenery was engulfed in crimson. What was heartbreaking would be that a teen couple decided to check in this particular establishment.

Splattered on the drapes near the window would be the remnants of the brains of John Willow. It was a shame the boy had to die, but what made it appropriate would be his heroic nature in attempting to fight for his life against Hell's Angels. The man was eliminated at point blank by a Smith & Wesson 9mm semi-automatic handgun. Why it occurred would be answered, while the sadistic bastard started to rape the woman with poor little John.

â??So, did you think that punk was going to kill me, huh? HUH? I taught that brat what happens when you play hero. It's a real shame though, he had real potential. If only he didn't decide to deck me with a quick straight and proceed to steal my nice handgun here. Hey, don't die on me now! You still haven't made me cum yet."

The degrading action he was conducting was forcing her to deepthroat. Enlarged and hung literally like a horse, the whore was getting it all with all 20 inches penetrating that cute little mouth of hers. Her unwillingness was a problem though. Considering she tried to bite his manmeat, he was entitled to press the gun next to her throat. Despite his warning, she did get her teeth clamp, but a bullet hole graze through her right shoulder mercilessly. When she dropped dead from being throat fuck too hard, he grew depressed knowing his manmeat wasn't yet please fully.

If someone needed to know what was the epitome of brutality was, they had to not look any further as Paul Blaze was the prime example of a sadistic mind. Paul was distinguished by those callous icy blue pupils, spiky black hair, and athletic lean body. Possessing a tan skin tone scarred by bullet wound or blades, Paul Blaze was indeed one fucked up sociopath. The most bizarre physical trait was his piercing, having seven piercings and a metal bar through each ear, three studs through the side of his upper nose and one spike stud on each end of his bottom lip.

Looking around the place, he waited to hear what his partner in crime had to say herself on the situation.​
 
"I hope you don't expect me to finish what the bitch started."

It was all she had to say. There was no comment on how he had just killed someone by making them suffocate to death. Even when he shot that fool in the head she said nothing. She simply stood there, smoking one cigarette after another as if she was there to speculate, nothing more. She had been promised another kill later on in the night, but she was beginning to doubt that. It was getting late after all, and he seemed to let her down quite often. Had she not have been in danger of turning into her, she would have been able to take the mans life herself.

That was wrong! This is wrong! Why didn't you stop him! Why did you just stand there and watch! Call the police! Turn yourself in!

"Shut the fuck up!" She screamed suddenly. It was her again. That dumb, weak, bitch. She would randomly talk to her or even possess her, and when that happened, Paul had to set her straight again, because if let free she would turn them both in without any hesistation. The five foot four brunette blinked, and then ran her hand through her dark, nearly black hair and blinked. Her eyes were unusual as they changed from green to blue at times, and those times seemed to be whenever she was about to go goody goody two shoes on him.

"...What now?" She asked, looking up at him dully.
 
â??No one else I think could finish the job properly and besides, you love it when I fuck you in the area where either of us commence a murder. Anyway, while these pitiful bastards have the room rented, shall we just bump uglies and have a good time?"

Paul mental condition was up to question; however like him, she was similar. Perhaps the only trait that he abhors would be that alter ego of hers. Sensing something troublesome was occurring with his woman again, he quickly embraced her with his around her waist. Seductively biting the side of her neck, Paul Blaze felt he was entitled to find something worthwhile for the babe while they remain in this trashy motel. Suddenly, he chuckle as an idea rose from his conscious instantly

â??We could you know, murder the staff or kill off the maids and have you wear one of their dresses. Honesty it's your call but that whore unfinished business left me aroused," he laughed while chatting to her, being sincere with her even if it wasn't appropriate.​
 
The odd woman flinched when he bit her neck ever so gently. Perhaps she was simply jumpy, or maybe it was Catherine rearing her ugly head. That was her alter ego's name. She went by Lucia. Lucia Rath. She wasn't sure if it was made up or not, that was simply what she was called since appearing in this ugly world. She blinked at his suggestion and grinned. Being covered in blood was a fetish of hers. While he killed with a gun, she killed with a knife to get upclose to her victim. "Yes. That's a good plan."
 
That alter ego of Lucia was literally persistent; however this was something they overcome together. When she positively responded to him, Paul gave a mischievous smile that usually express he was either eager or simply excited. His impulsive disorder made things frightening for most around him but Lucia was the only individual who was able to be in his presence. Like a gunslinger, Paul Blaze twirled his handgun about before opening the door for his woman. Glancing around the environment, he noticed a maid approaching. As he patiently began to walk in her direction, her expression was changing due towards the blood stains on his body. Realizing this bitch could ruin their little fun, he gripped his gloved hand over the mouth of the maid. Dragging her inside, he walked backwards before locking the door behind him.

â??Well I guess this one will be your kill. Like any gentleman would say, Ladies First!"​
 
Her eyes locked on to the horrified maid and she drew a long, silver knife and put it up to her slender neck. She squirmed and in one swift movement, Lucia slit her throat. Blood spattered acrossed her face and the maid fell limp in Pauls arm. She began to laugh hysterically, but then she felt tears running down her cheeks. Catherine was ruining her fun. Once, Lucia stabbed herself to get Catherine to back off. Paul didn't like it though and would probably stop if she tried again. "More..." She demanded.
 
" That alter ego of yours make this rather frustrating. Unless you're becoming a masochist, don't stab yourself alright. There are other counter measures to solve a mental issue like this. Anyway, how about you dress in the maid outfit and start the new camp story for those to remember. Lets call it ' The Crimson Maid shift 'or whatever sounds good to you Lucia."

Paul was delighted whenever this vizen decided to take the life away from another human. He felt it was symbolic in a sense, comparing her to the Virgin Mary but in a new light. Instead his malicious mind came up with a new urban legend. This involved having Lucia as possessed from Mary, seeking vengeance on humanity crime for murdering her son Jesus. It was a tragic tale, but in such a corrupted mind something pleasant to people with barely any empathy in their soul.​
 
"Shut up. Its annoying when your the one thats being taken over." She took off the maids clothing and then began to undress herself. Her body was quite voluptuous. She had curves all in the right places. The only blemishes on her skin were scars that her father inflicted upon her when she was six years old. Three were along her inner thighs. Two was along her wasteline. She sighed as she finished undressing fully. She put the dress on and smoothed it out. "Bitch has no breasts." She complained.
 
â??Lucia, could we perhaps break in that dress in this bed after we finish our family friendly session here? You know I like it when you play dress up!"

Sarcastic in the reference of this being family friendly, Paul stared while she slipped on the outfit. He had an erection from choking out that bitch earlier and new meat was within his presence. Luckily this was one type of meat he enjoyed savoring for every second he was with her. Meat was what he saw in most females, but this woman was different. If this gorgeous harlot was compare to meat, this bitch was one of those prime rib steaks you get in the 5 star restaurants. Grinning, he eagerly was awaiting for her to finish.

â??So, are you going to treat me to some loving afterwards?â?​
 
Lucia rolled her eyes. She loved this man, despite never showing it. He was the only man that could satisfy her. He was the only man she trusted. Catherine hated him, and just for that Lucia demanded that he violate her as punishment for taking over her body. He was something that was worth not stabbing or chopping up. "How could I say no to that? Don't ask stupid questions." She was only loving and lustful when she was turned on. It was another personality of hers. She finally finished dressing.
 
Tightly embracing her breast, his hands firmly groped Lucia. During his molestation of her body, Paul slithered his tongue against the side of her neck. Knowing this obtained some level of arousal for her, he bestowed more to her sensitive flesh. He was her little devil, always there to comfort and please him. Deciding it was too soon to fuck her, he paused while his palms were busy with her chest. Chuckling, Paul Blaze spoke to his little hell's angel during his little display of affection towards her.

â??Now, should we go onward with the little tale of the crimson maid or do you want me in the crimson coated bed? The choice is yours my devious mistress!"​
 
When he began to grope her breasts, she began to moan quietly. Once his tongue began to slide against her neck, her face soften and her cheeks slightly flushed. She moved her head to the side in reflex and then put her hands on his. "I want to kill...I want to kilk more." She licked her lips, getting aroused even more at the thought. She gently pulled away and then picked up her knives, strapping them back to her thighs. Then she turned around and kissed him passionately, grinding against him.
 
A bulge would be felt grinding against her body, particularly anxious to slaughter some pitiful insects or strip this maiden naked with a hunting knife. The passionate kisses did bring operate some sensation; however he controlled his urges so they would get on with the massacre. Exchanging saliva, he parted lips from Lucia as he realized they had more opportunities for some fun. Grasping her ass, he smiled maliciously while chatting with her in a playful tone.

â??Are you certain you don't want to suck me off babe? You're making this very convincing right now."​
 
Lucia frowned a bit. "I'm not putting my mouth on that after that bitch died on it. I'd rather suck on the taste of the inside of my ass. Later, maybe." She said, looking into his eyes. She then decided to stop teasing him and get on to buisness. She wanted to smell the sweet scent of blood and guts. Feel the hot blood dripping into her cleavage. She decided to leave her boots here and walk around in the maids stockings. The came up thigh high, though on the maid they just covered her knees.
 
Performing some sort of bondage on her breast, his hands tightly grappled onto her chest. Admiring how delicious she was and her demeanor, Paul bit her neck as a good luck signal. Removing his palms from her chest, he followed after his beautiful crimson maid. Giving a sadistic smile, like a stereotypical serial killer he paced behind her as he awaited for the adventures that would commence this evening. Drown in the scent of blood, it would be obvious they committed malicious acts if they took the time to focus on their appearance and etc.

"This will truly be a fun night for us!"​
 
After she left the room, she took both of her knives out and crept along the hallways. She wanted her next victim to be surprised. Since the hallway was empty, she decided to invite herself in the next room. She looked at Paul with a huge grin and then whispered in his ear. "I'm going to kick open this door..if anyone comes out of their room blow there fucking brains out." She knew the room was occupied, since there was a do not disturb sign. She backed away from the door a bit just enough to kick it open. And she did. The room was dark, and she turned on the lights. Her knives stayed hidden in one hand that was behind her back. There was yet another couple in bed together, and the man was naked over top of a woman with a nightgown that was at her waist.

"What the hell is your problem bitch?!" The male shouted. Lucia began to walk towards him, annoying his comment. He got up, unembarassed by his erection that was laughably small compared to Pauls. She took her smaller knife and stabbed his leg with it and he let out a cry. The girl was about to scream to before she ran over to grab her mouth. It wouldn't be fun if Paul got all the fun. With one quick movement Lucia plunged her knife into the womans heart and she pulled it down and out, killing her instantly. "What..what are you doing?" The man said in a whisper. Lucia smirked.

"I just killed your girlfriend and you're next."
 
Watching on silently, a menacing look was drawn over the psychotic man. Paul Blaze was consumed in insanity, absolutely loving the torment his woman was giving to these feeble beings. Some would think they were demons in human flesh. This could be true, though no fucker would dare cross them without the fear of losing their lives. Twirling his handgun like a professional gunslinger, he signed as he sensed the fun would end soon. Although delicious, Lucia went for quick kills that never savior the moment for an enjoyable experience. Deeming it a teaser, he watched carefully as this was likely going to conclude soon. Chuckling, he waited to see the fate of the man.​
 
Quick was always her style; she left it to Paul to put on a show, but tonight, she felt like teasing. She slowly walked up to him and tore out the knife in his leg. The man grunted. "Aww, your still hard? I can take care of that. However, the quicker you cum, the quicker you die." Lucia sat in his lap and allowed his cock to slip inside her and he moaned. She smiled and then bounced, her knifes to his back. It wasn't long before he tried to hold back his orgasm but failed. And Lucia stabbed him repeatedly.
 
"You really find it satisfying torturing me like that don't ya? I will give you where credit is due. Some of your acts like that truly distinguish you from all of these second rate serial killers. It's time like this that makes me fall in love with you. So, are you finally going to please me or am I going to sit here and watch you kill every resident in this region?"

He was somewhat serious, intoxicated from her teasing and quite lustful at the moment. She knew how vulnerable he could become, thus she took advantages of such opportunities to get a reaction from him. He grunted a little, notifying her that she was hogging the kills. Granted he made a bitch choke, yet this altogether was for some amusement. Paul then stared, waiting to see what response she would have concerning that current statement from him. Licking his lips, he stayed composed for the meanwhile.​
 
She took her eyes away from her second kill for tonight and grinned. As for as she was concerned the mans last minutes of sex was really fingering to her, as if she had just got through an unsuccesful attempt to masturbate. Her face had been splattered with blood that the man had coughed up and the maids outfit had already been completely ruined. She got up and pulled him inside the room, shutting the door. "How much do you want it, Paul?" She whispered in his ear. She wasn't done teasing him just yet.
 
â??I hunger deeply for you babe. However don't push your luck. I could ravage that curvy body if I wish to get impatient or aggressive. Though for the sake of that whole heat of the moment, I'll let you tempt me further for now."

Her appear was downright beautiful in the presence of the psychotic Paul. Most would see this lurid exterior as something you would find in one of those gruesome slasher films. In the eyes of Paul Blaze, this was just a dream come true. It was like meeting your favorite porn star and about to have the honor to screw her. Although this angel was truly a repulsing entity, he loved her with all his heart. Grabbing her knife, he smirked while speaking to her.

â??So, should I remove those clothes with your knife like a rapist or like a sex deprived man quickly rip them or pull them off?"​
 
"Upon hearing his words she struggled not to get offended. Sometimes their dominance outside the bed clashed and she would get pissed off at him for making remarks about how he could force her. It was true, though. She just never wanted to admit it. "There is a possibility of Catherine coming out during the sex. I haven't finished submerging her in blood lust..but if you really need it Paul, then cut my clothes from my body and fuck me." She was just warning him so he'd be prepared for the rare occasion.
 
" I could drain the blood from that maggot you killed and give you a tub filled in his blood. If you are willing to play there with me and believe it could suppress that monstrosity of a alter ego, then we'll do that babe. However, if you believe more bloodshed is required, we'll do it to contain that vile angel of yours, alrighty?"

[sorry if this was short. Minor brain fart but next post will be better XD]​
 
She grinned. "The blood bath sounds...delicious. But it will take too long, and I want to hear more screams.." She smirked and then shook her head. "But its up to you, really." She licked some drying blood of her lips and spat on the man.
 
â??Well we haven't truly milk in my little crimson maid story just yet. I suppose we could go slaughter another couple. Our authority here is to condemn humanity to brutality, anarchy, and of course testing the will power of every individual of this particular perimeter. Enough of my ranting, tell me this at least. Was that man good for teasing yourself at least?"

He made a vile laugh when asking that perverted question. Anxious as ever, Paul was yearning to cause more calamities within this motel. A second objective was pounding his woman on blood soaked sheets for the evening. It was quick for anyone to theorize that these monsters had one goal in mind. Their goal as Hell's Angels was to watch the world burn in fire and consumed in bloodshed. Nibbling on her earlobe, he teased her as a reminder of what would occur later.

â??Just remember, when we finish I going to make you scream as well. â??, he chuckled as he opened the door and waited on her to go through.​
 
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