Adult-FanFiction.org : Games

Archangel of the Saints	By : Shadow-Of-The-Guardian Category: +S through Z > Saints Row Views: 8861 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: Do not own anything from Volition or Saint’s Row game series and so make no profit from this in any shape or form. This is written on my own dime and I seek no profit anyways.

Chapter List
- 1-Archangel of the Saints
- 1
Disclaimer: Do not own anything from Volition or Saint’s Row game series and so make no profit from this in any shape or form. This is written on my own dime and I seek no profit anyways.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Author Note: Did not see a lot of Saint’s Row stories and I honestly love to play the series, especially the part in creating your own unique character from the ground up. For this story, the events take place between the missions and side missions of the game series but I might twist a couple of mission and side mission events to play out differently. (Example: During one of the escort missions from Saint’s Row 2 that the player can choose to take, not the Tiger Escort from Saint’s Row The Third, my character will be both the driver and the client.)
This story will cover all three Saint’s Row games but I will bounce around from the first two games for this fic will be a kind of flashback-story with the present setting being the aftermath of Saint’s Row The Third.
Also, since essentially the character can be either man or woman, I’m going to do two different fics.
One with the Player being Man and another with the Player being Woman (Besides, one of the achievements in Saint’s Row the Third is playing as either genders so I figured, why the Hell not?)
Now, on a more serious note, this story is following a game series that is rather violent (best examples is setting people on fire with Molotov Cocktails or flamethrowers or taking a chainsaw and saw them in half right down the middle brutally or my personal favorite, throwing them into a jet engine as part of your duty to protect a rock star or porn star) so in a sense, the sky is the limit with this purely fictional story.
That being said, if this story is not to your liking then don’t read it. I know I can’t please everyone so I’m not going to try but I do welcome constructive criticism. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Chapter 1
　
　
“Welcome to the 3^rd Street Saints.”
As cliché as I know it will sound, I remember those words like they were yesterday. Even though there were words that came before it that had their own meaning, it was what Julius said to me after being canonized that I didn’t know would have the most meaning to me.
That I didn’t know the world of shit a rookie punk like me was about to enter.
I don’t regret joining the Saint’s and I never will but I do agree with what Pierce said once upon a time.
“Yo, I signed on to kill gang bangers not fight some SWAT team from Hell!”
But I should have realized, practically the day I put on my colors and carried the flag of the 3^rd Street Saints of Stilwater, that when you gang bang, shitloads of respect and cash are the only things that matters since both are set in stone. All the shit that comes at you, whether its some other pussy gang thinking they got the balls to take you on or even the city itself you live in, all of it is merely a result of being a banger. Constantly testing if the respect you earned is worth keeping.
I was a rookie banger back then, I won’t deny that. Didn’t know how deep some of the shit I was getting myself into was going to be. Fuck, the only thing I knew with any degree of certainty was how to load my VICE 9 and how to take out a rival banger with one shot.
But I didn’t back down at all, not fucking once. Got the few bullet wounds and the burn scars to prove it but it also proved the gang has earned my respect and I have earned theirs.
I guess Johnny Gat’s favorite saying: “Blood In, Blood Out” was one of those sayings that you really don’t truly understand at first. But when you do, it’s all so fucking obvious. I bled for the gang on countless occasions, both to prove I am a Saint and with a motherfucker like me on your side, you know ain’t nothing the gang can’t handle.
Won’t deny the Saints were tested in many ways that we never even considered but we still came out on top in the end, when it matters. When we took over Ultor after Dane Vogel tired to get rid of us, we threw one helluva party that I’m pretty sure lasted over a week. Only reason why I’m pretty sure of how long it was is that some of the days got a bit too blurry to remember properly but it proved Pierce knew how to throw a party.
Which brings me to the party Pierce was currently throwing for the newest Saint. Pierce may not be the hardcore Saint he plays on the media wavelength but at least the man hasn’t forgotten how to throw a party and this situation was the perfect excuse for him to throw one.
Then again, he probably throw a part just because it was Wednesday and the number 13 fell on it.
I know I my status as the leader and virtual ultimate badass, save for Johnny Gat of course, of the Saints is undisputed but I never pegged myself to be charismatic enough to have someone who wasn’t a gang banger or at least a wannabe gang banger to become part of the gang.
But here was Jenny Jameson, my co-star in the recent completed sci-fi movie, “The Saint Enforcer”, being welcomed into the Saints. Never really got the title or the story of the movie but Jenny, as the alien princess Kwilanna, was definitely a good actor from what I saw and even a better looker once she had all the make-up off. I already knew she was a blonde at the very least but I figured the costume she wore was touched up to make her look more sexy to the audience. Glad I was wrong on that part, especially for the love scene that we later had to film.
The girl was so nervous at first, being it was something she had never done before but I managed to make her forget about the cameras that were filming what she later told me was one of the best orgasms in her life.
Obviously of course, it wasn’t her looks or acting abilities that allowed her to join the Saints. It was the fact that after some proper motivation and lessons, as well as ruthlessly killing her possible replacements in the movie as well as killing the director Andy Zhen by means of crashing an aircraft on him while she was piloting it, I definitely saw she had the makings of a Saint already inside of her. There were times when she even scared me a bit during filming and I don’t scare easy after everything I’ve gone through since Day One of the Saints.
Under normal circumstance, Jenny would have been canonized into the Saints but I felt an exception could be made at least this once. Besides, Kinzie, Angel and Zimos weren’t canonized either but they were part of the Saints nonetheless and Jenny had already proven she had Saint potential.
Still glad the penthouse was able to be patched up after STAG tried to level it. Couldn’t really think of having a party anywhere else than here. Sure there was the Saints-Owned 3 Count Casino, The Burns Hill Nuclear that was once the Deckers’ main headquarters but now a crib of the Saints and of course Safeword but honestly, the penthouse was the first piece of land we stole from the Syndicate as well as the launch point to take the entire organization down so it makes a kind of sense for new recruits.
The unofficial party center in Steelport for the Third Street Saints.
Watching Jenny get to know some of the other Saints, I knew it wouldn’t be long before Zimos got her into his bed. Met a lot of pimps in my time back in Stilwater but Zimos is definitely in a class all of his own. Might be because of the fact Zimos always tries out any new girl that gonna turn tricks for him and he tries them out thoroughly. Saw a couple of girls that Zimos did some test driving with and notice they had some trouble walking for a couple of days, each one saying that half their bodies were numb. Not an easy task I know but Zimos has proven that he has no trouble in rising to the occasion. Makes me wonder if Jenny won’t end up in a bliss-out coma in the next couple of days.
It was also nice to see Shaundi acting a little more mellow now. When I first met her, Shaundi was all into having a good time than to actual gang banging but it didn’t mean she wasn’t ignorant with a gun. She started to get a little more serious after we took over Stilwater but there are times I can see her old self underneath the surface. I understand how angry she was when Johnny was killed, having lost several friends in the Saints beforehand myself. She won’t be the same but at least she’s trying to move on.
Looking around on the main floor of the penthouse, I saw the usual crowd was there: Oleg, Angel, Zimos of course, and even the Mayor Burt Reynolds. Though I had invited Kinzie to come, I knew it was something of a longshot with her. I had been thinking about how to break her out of her shell but there was only one idea I had thought of that had a chance of success and I had to wait for the right time.
Aside from her, the only one that was missing was Viola and I know she was here from the beginning.
Since Killbane was taken down and the much vaunted multi-national crime organization called the Syndicate was now completely leaderless, I had been wondering what Viola was going to do next. Her sister Kiki had been avenged but now her actions in taking down the Syndicate were known so her options were limited. There were still some of the crew that didn’t trust Viola, believing that she was going for the long fuck-over, waiting for the chance we let our guard down and she seize it. Some even said she might try to take control of the Saints herself since now we were in charge of Steelport, so to speak. I’m guessing she probably knew all of that from the start before teaming up with us but didn’t pay any mind to until now.
Just as I was thinking about Viola and what she might do, I caught a glimpse of her walking away from the party with one of the champagne bottles and glass in hand. From the direction she was walking, Viola was heading to the back of the penthouse, away from the party itself. It probably meant she wanted some alone time but I figured this was as good as time as any to talk to her about my concerns and possible more if I played it right.
I didn’t meet with Viola right away, enjoyed the party a bit and made sure Jenny got to know some of the key members of the Saints. Once that was over, and I noticed out of the corner of my eye that Zimos was making his move, I made my way to find Viola where I expected her to be.
Before I mad my presence known, I took a long look at her, to get a kind of feel as to the kind of mood she might be in. She was leaning on the railing while staring out into the open seas that surround Steelport. I could tell she already had several glasses of the champagne she had with her. I had to admit, in this full moonlight among the glow of the city, and the fact that Viola was wearing an outfit that she swore didn’t make her out to look like a slut, there was definitely an appeal to this woman that I couldn’t help but lick my lips at the possibilities with her that popped into my mind. Especially since for her to lean on the railing, Viola was more or less bent over it, showing how shapely her ass was even in her current clothing.
Of course I did imagine her in a more Saints-Style theme outfit but I figured that be like asking Pierce to wear the kind of stuff he used to wear when he first joined up with the Saints. So I let my imagination run in a better direction: first seeing Viola in whatever kind of panties she might wear to full on nakedness which made me wonder if Viola kept a certain area trimmed or went full Brazilian.
“Enjoying the view?” I said while leaning up against the wall of the penthouse and crossing my arms in front of me.
Viola was a bit startled when she heard, almost knocked the bottle of champagne off the railing but caught in time. It took her a moment to realize her current position, a sign to me that she had at least a buzz going on.
“I could ask you the same.” Viola replied before pouring herself another glass. “I know there’s a party going on but I didn’t want to kill the mood.”
I watched her as Viola practically downed the whole glass in one go. Even someone like me can tell Viola was trying to work through some kind of issue and like most, was using alcohol as a means for it. But it also meant Viola might be a little more forthcoming.
After I walked over to her, I grabbed the bottle from the railing and took a couple of swigs straight from it. I set it back down between us on the railing before looking out to the night sea myself. “Can’t really kill a Saints party unless you ordered another hit on us with those assassin hookers like last time.”
“Ugh. Don’t remind me.”
Viola had told us it was her and her sister that orchestrated that attack but it was under Killbane’s orders at the time. She also told us that Killbane killed her sister as a result of their failure. The only consolation I saw in that whole FUBAR situation was the fact the charge for their service was rather cheap.
Viola knew I had a weird sense of humor at times but I could tell even her sense of humor wasn’t with her at the moment considering her response. But an idea came to me and I decided to play it out.
“So, since we’re throwing a party for the newest member of the Saints, I take it that certain thoughts are entering into your mind that you either didn’t want to think about are coming back.” I didn’t look at her face but I could tell she definitely reacted when she heard me. “I’m betting one such thought is how was it possible that a gang manage to get the better of organization that should have easily eradicated said gang the second the leader of the organization order that gang’s death.”
I noticed a weak smile form on Viola’s face after I said that. “It’s that obvious, huh?”
“Well, in all honesty, twice before did the Saints face others that almost everyone would have made large bets on them beating our asses into the ground like tent spikes. Especially when one of them was a secretly developed strike team whose sole purpose was to eliminate gang bangers.”
“So STAG wasn’t anything different then? Same kind of problem, different colors and uniform, huh?”
“More or less but the most I ever did with Masako was expose the secret facility that they were tied to. Sinking an aircraft carrier definitely separates the two easily enough.”
Viola was still looking out to the open sea as she spoke. “When I first heard the rumors of what Ultor was doing in Stilwater, Phillipe Loren agreed that they might be a threat when the time came to expand into Stilwater. But when we not only heard of their existence being made official but their defeat by one gang, we all just assumed what Ultor had assembled was a bunch of mall-rent-a-cops with a little better equipment that they didn’t know how to use properly.”
I just laughed at the opinion Viola had about Ultor’s Masako Teams. None of them were cops or even hinted that they were on the Police payroll at any point in all of their fights. All of them were ex-military as well as had the proper training in using their gear to their fullest. None of them were pushovers but they also weren’t unbeatable.
“Well, to be fair, it turned out that the person in charge of that particular aspect of Ultor at the time was a former Saint named Dexter Jackson. We all called him Dex when he rolled with us and he definitely had skills in planning out strategies.” I never really talked much about Dex unless it was information on where the motherfucking traitor was hiding. Even after all these years when the asshole ran out of Stilwater with his tail between his legs, there still no hint of him that I could follow.
But now that someone like Kinzie Kensington was on our side, maybe she could find out where in the world the bastard was hiding. I owe him some serious payback for what he did to the Saints especially when it turned out that when he was working for Ultor, his goals were no different than before but his allegiance was only to himself. He used Ultor as much as he used the Saints and that was worth a couple hundred of bullets through the head.
“I heard that name before. From Pierce.” Viola said while trying to organize her thoughts despite the buzz she had at the moment. “He said that Dex used Ultor to make some serious black market deals before you went after him and forced him to go on the run.”
“The fucker tried to sell radioactive waste to some third world country or some terrorist organization or some other kind of shit. But not before he tried to kill the man that took over after I killed Dane Vogel so he could position himself as the head of the Ultor’s Stilwater Branch. Honestly, when I fucked up his operation as well as his attempt to get more power, I was surprised that he was surprised at how far I was willing to go. It was like when we rolled together, he didn‘t learn a damn thing about me at all.”
After I said that, I remembered the time when me and Dex were chasing down Angelo, the other brother that was in control of Los Carnales after I killed his older brother Hector. The first time we chased him, he literally jumped a bridge that was raised to get away from us. We lost him but we caught up to him when he tried to fly out of Stilwater and Angelo had expected us to come at him at the airport. It was a gauntlet of Carnales with rocket launchers with each shot missing us by inches as Dex drove the car to get closer to the jet so I could take it out.
After doing something like that and telling Viola about that exploit, it reaffirmed my belief that as smart as Dex made himself out to be, he wasn’t smart enough to anticipate a crazy fucker like me.
Viola actually laughed at that last part. From the way it sounded, I think she had a moment of clarity at how obvious some things about me were.
“Now all of that was something we didn’t know when we first met. I’m betting if we had, approaching the Saints for the first time might have been a little more different.” Viola said, downing the last of her glass’s content.
“Not really. We still would have told Loren to shove his offer up his ass and Johnny would’ve have still done what he had did.” As much as I wish certain parts of the past were different, there have been things I’ve come to accept as inevitable in a retrospective point of view. It’s possible Johnny might still be alive had things played out differently. I even thought about the time we were rebuilding the Saints and that he would be the leader and I wouldn’t argue with it since Johnny had earned my respect and trust several times over.
But I’ve come to accept all of that as just wishful thinking on my part.
“That meaning you still would have taken over as leader of the Saints like you have? I mean, if you could do it all over again.”
When Viola said that, it definitely helped me in figuring out what Viola‘s current mindset.
“I got a better question. I take it that every gang you’ve meet and/or crushed before meeting the Saints, it was some guy that was leading them and not a woman?” I had turned my head towards Viola, more or less expecting how Viola would react to my question.
Viola turned her head to look at me completely. By now I’m used to men and the occasional woman undressing me with their eyes but I have to admit, with Viola doing so made me a little more excited. I usually have my long red hair with purple strips in a ponytail but I decided to let it loose for tonight.
I was still wearing my reddish-purple corset part of what Planet Saints called a ‘Gang Leathertop’. I had taken off the long jacket part after I got to the penthouse and before the party started. Like Viola, I had a sizeable set of tits and the corset part was actually better for me than any bra which might be the main reason why I stopped wearing them almost altogether. It also made it easier to see my Saints tattoo that I had on my entire back, the one of an sexy angel with a devil tail and to Vice 9s in both hands.
My pants were originally part of a some fake military uniform from the store “Let’s Pretend” but since they had a holster for a gun and a knife on them, I figured their practicality was worth it, especially when my jacket easily covered both of them up when I wore it so that was definitely a plus. My boots were called the ‘Bad Girl Boots’ from Planet Saints and the small girl part of me played the major factor in buying and wearing them. I might have worn something else if I hadn’t seen these boots first and I wasn’t in the middle of trying to eliminate rival gang bangers in Steelport.
Aside from the shade glasses I would sometimes wear, my street fighter fingerless gloves were always on my hands. I had a pair when I first join the Saints but lost them after the boat explosion that put me in that 5-plus year coma. The ones I have on now were close to the ones I used to have but they are called ‘Hobo Gloves’ which makes no sense to me as to why but I don’t really care.
Unlike Pierce, I don’t usually wear highly expensive tailored clothing unless it served a purpose. I may have if I was still in Stilwater, running the Saints/Ultor Media group. But one thing I learned when going against a rival gang or gangs, nice clothing of any kind doesn’t mean blood stains aren’t a bitch to get out even sometimes when it‘s not your own.
Not to mention the occasional bullet hole, knife cut or scorch marks and about everything in-between that happened from time to time during urban warfare. I could also add laser burns to that list considering what the soldiers of STAG used when they first tried to take on the Saints.
At this time, I guessed Viola was doing a kind of comparison to the two of us. She had told us that she went to elite schools, getting master degrees in business, political sciences and other such things that helped her, her sister and Loren in running the Syndicate. Myself, the only scholastic thing I ever achieved was barely finishing high school. I didn’t have a single idea what to do after that and my parents were no help either.
Genders aside, the only thing that we had in common was the day we were approached by someone to become part of something that was bigger than ourselves at that moment. I was approached by Julius Little after he had saved my life and Viola was approached by Phillipe Loren after telling her that he saw potential in both Viola and Kiki.
In the end, I was the one who stood on top of my gang by being both the craziest and hardcore gang banger there was, while Viola helped to destroy hers and the only time she was really driven was when she sought revenge for her sister.
While Viola looked at me, I could tell she had more questions on her mind but there was only one thing I had on my mind at the moment. It took some restraint on my part not to act on the impulse I had but I had already decided to make my move. All I had to do was wait for the right moment.
“You’ll forgive me but I can’t comprehend how someone like you and this gang have managed to become what you are now while the Syndicate was around long before the Saints were even around. How a dike like you who will find the most fucked up way to do things like jumping out of a plane in order to hijack another one, a military jet in fact in mid-air.”
It was no secret that when it came to tactics, I usually preferred direct action no matter how much of a shit storm that would get kicked up in the process but I wasn’t above utilizing strategies either. Also, it’s true that I enjoyed women since I very rarely found a guy worth my time and if I ever did, they didn’t like the fact I preferred to be in charge which usually killed the mood right away.
I waited for Viola to take another drink of champagne which she did by drinking straight from the bottle. I watched in amusement as she let both the bottle and the glass she was using earlier fall over the side and down towards the street. It was hard to see but I know a car got hit judging by the sudden screeching of tires and the loud collision aftermath sound. The giggle sound Viola made told me she had the right level of buzz going on.
“There’s just one thing I gotta know.” Viola said once her drunken giggling ended. “Did you ever wonder what you were getting yourself into? Like where there times that you knew you were in way over your head and possibly knew it was only going to get worse?”
I expected such a question but I also knew it would give me a decent shot for what I wanted. So, I made my move. I first stood up straight and got right up to her which made Viola start to back up as slowly as I walked up to her. I liked the fact that I was a little taller than her, at least by four maybe five inches.
“I’ve asked myself a similar question after I first joined up with the Saints. You know what I came up for an answer?” I walked up to Viola until she was backed up against the wall, leaving her no way out except through me. I knew she wasn’t weak but she also knew I was much stronger than I looked too.
“Wh-What did you come up with?” Viola was clearly nervous but she also made no attempt to get from me.
I got up right to her where out tits were lightly touching each other. I could tell that Viola was definitely starting to breath fast, probably in anticipation for what she knew I was going to do next.
“I simply told myself ‘to Hell with it’. You can talk, hear and think everything out but in the end, actions speak louder than any word and my actions tell everyone who I am.”
I waited for the moment when Viola was about to make a response, to open her mouth before I quickly moved and captured her lips with my own. I had my hands on her upper arms to pin them against the wall and my left leg got in-between her legs so as to rub against her pussy while I kissed her. Viola protested but they were only muffled sounds and thought I had my eyes closed, I’m pretty sure Viola’s eyes were as wide as can be.
Wasn’t a stretch that Viola had never been with another woman before, possibly had been the one of the DeWynter sister that Zimos had slept with. None of it really matter since I was about to school Viola in the benefits of being a bi-sexual.
The woman protested a little while longer but when I started to play with her tongue, I could feel her starting to get into it more. Eventually I broke the kiss so the both of us could catch out breath. Viola’s face was flush and by the rate of her breathing, her heart had to be pounding. I still rubbed her pussy with my leg and I could tell she was feeling it but was making no movement to stop it.
Now came the part to get her to initiate the kiss. I came as close as I could, making Viola believe I was going to kiss her again and as expected, her mouth ready itself to receive mine but I didn’t make contact. Instead, I licked her lips lightly as a bit of foreplay. I definitely enjoyed the taste of hers, despite the champagne after flavor. I teased her lips a little more before Viola moved her head forward enough to start kissing me.
Since she was in charge of the kiss this time, I used my leg that was between her legs to raise her up so that our lips were essentially on even levels. When I did this, Viola grabbed my arms with hers as best as she could but I decided to really get things going by grabbing both of her wrists and held them tight over her head with one hand. My free hand reached down and took over doing what my leg was doing and the second that started, Viola let out a surprise gasp into my mouth which I found rather exciting.
However, my actions made Viola break the kiss and start softly saying ‘Stop it’ but I could still hear the hint of enjoyment in her words. I expected this from her, this being her first time with a woman but I could feel her panties starting to get wet before I took my hand away.
For a moment, other than the party music being blared inside the penthouse, there was silence between us but despite what Viola might do next, I already decided my next course of action.
Viola looked almost ashamed of what just happened and tried o walk around and away from me. I had expected this so before she could get far, I grabbed her by her shoulder to turn her around. Before she could react to this, I quickly picked her up and flung her over my shoulder and headed for the main bedroom of the penthouse.
My bedroom to be exact.
As much as Viola struggled, it wasn’t hard to hold onto her as I walked to outdoor entrance to the main bedroom. I probably could have taken her inside to get to the bedroom that way, with a party in full swing there was little doubt someone might see me AND understand what I was about to do with Viola. Oleg most likely since he wasn’t a real party drinker but that be it.
Once inside the master bedroom and after tossing Viola onto the bed, I locked both doors so as to not have any unexpected visitors. I wanted to enjoy this moment.
“What the fuck are you doing? I’m not some trophy bitch you can haul around like a caveman!” Viola’s anger was clear in her words but as loud as she yelled, the music in the party almost drowned her out.
I didn’t pay much attention to what else she was yelling about. I took off my boots along with my gun and knife and tossed them to the side.
When I faced her, Viola’s anger was somewhat replaced by confusion since I figured the expression on my face must have had a hint of amusement in it. “I think in this case it would be ‘cavewoman’ if you weren’t going to use ’Amazon’ for the insult and also, you’re still on the bed.”
Viola did realize this fact but still didn’t get off the bed after I walked over to it and got on myself.
I remember beforehand that the beds I used to sleep in were about as generic as one could get and never really understood why people would pay so much money to have bed sheets and mattresses made in Egypt or whatever country that uses high quality silk. Only recently do I get since only these kinds of beds and sheet are best to have wild acts of sex on.
Of course, I wasn’t too picky about scenery but I decided to be nice in this regards to Viola. What I had planned for Viola’s body might be a bit too much for her for I wasn’t going to hold back at all.
I watched as Viola actually backed herself up until her back was to the headboard of the bed while I did a kind of tiger crawl towards her. What most guys don’t know is that moving like this works even on women as well but the key is to have a kind of predatory look. Not to frighten them but to give them the understanding that they had something and the person in front of them was after it.
I watched and timed it just right before Viola made an attempt to get away by grabbing her legs and pulling her towards me. I made it so I was between her legs and she was underneath me so I could easily grab her arms again and pin them down. I didn’t hesitate this time to initiate the kiss and I knew Viola would be more reluctant than before but I knew that soon enough she would give in.
Since I was entirely on top of her, her legs and arms unable to get any kind of leverage, Viola struggled for a little while longer before she started to lose what inhibitions she had left. I feel her starting to return the kiss but I made sure to remind her that I was in charge. While my tongue wrestled with hers, I moved her arms upward when I felt them stop moving. I still kept her arms pinned but with only one hand. My other hand went down and began squeezing Viola’s assets.
I wasn’t surprised that Viola’s breasts were natural, considering her overall attitude and confidence. I enjoyed how Viola moaned into the kiss each time I gave her tit’s a squeeze. More so when I took hold of her nipples through her clothes and gave each one a nice tight twist.
Viola broke the kiss to tell me not to be so rough with her breasts. With my mouth free, I told her that what I was doing was being nice. I told her this was me starting to be rough when I grabbed ahold of her shirt and ripped it open. I saw the bra that she was wearing and wasn’t surprised in the least it was designer black bra. Shame for Viola that I managed to rip it apart so easily as well. Viola was surprised by this, that a lesbian like me was so strong but her surprise quickly changed when I took one of her tits into my mouth roughly.
Viola tried to stop me but I easily got ahold of her arms again with one hand.
“Stop it! That hurts!” Viola yelled out but since the loud music of the party could easily be heard over her, I only registered it as a whisper.
Not really caring if what I was doing was hurting her, I started latching onto Viola’s nipples with me teeth and pull on them as much as I could before I lost my grip on them.
Truth be told, I was intentionally being rough with her than I usually am. I still held her responsible for Johnny’s death and I personally felt she had a debt that she still owed. So, I fully planned on taking it out of her ass and then some tonight.
Also, the R&D techies at Ultor had finally came through with a special request of mine. What they sold in stores didn’t really give me the kind of pleasure that I wanted as well. So I figured that if a company had all that tech and research, they should be able to make such a thing.
And, who better for a first-time test run than Viola?
The idea of getting to use the gear made me more excited. I played with Viola’s breasts a little more before I began removing the rest of her clothes. Again, I was a bit rough but I was more into my own enjoyment than Viola’s but I would soon give her a kind of enjoyment she had never had before. After I removed her stockings, I quickly used them to tie Viola’s hands to the headboard. For obviously overpriced pieces of fabric, they actually worked pretty good in keeping her wrists bound.
During all the roughhousing in removing her clothes, Viola’s hairstyle came apart and honestly, I thought she looked hotter with the way her hair was now messy and draped over her shoulders. Even the glare she was shooting me as well as her attempts to break free added to the erotic sight for me.
“So what now? You’re going to leave me here like this until….what exactly?” Viola asked.
I only smiled in return which seemed to unnerve Viola a bit. I guess it could be the fact that I stripped down to my birthday suit as well and then went for a package that was on the nightstand next to the bed.
“Well, since you were never canonized into the Saints as well as a former adversary…” I said while opening the package and removing the item within. “Lets just say this is your initiation.”
The look on Viola’s face was a bit comical but then again, with a custom-design and engineered strap-on like the one I had in my hand, it was a good bet Viola never had something as big as the one she knew I was going to put into her. The guys at the R&D of Ultor were quite good to what I had specified since when I put it on, it actually felt real like it was my own. They had asked if they should give it flesh tone of color but I told them that if it worked, like Pierce’s market condom, The Saints’ Sleeve, keep it purple and market it as The Saints’ Strap-On. With all the weird shit I’ve done over the years, I know there are people who definitely want something like this once they know it’s on the market.
Some might say that this was some kind of cry saying I wanted to be a man but it wasn’t. I had used strap-ons before but like I said before, I never got the pleasure that I gave to the women. Sure they were satisfied but more times than not I was left with wanting more.
Now, if they had built this right, all of that was going to change for me.
I got back on the bed and moved towards Viola. I wanted to try some things first before I put this into her snatch. I put the pseudo-cock right up to Viola’s face who reacted by turning her head away from it. She knew what I wanted and I wasn’t going to be denied. I grabbed her by her hair and repositioned her head so I could a bit forcefully push the dildo into her mouth. As big and as long as it was, I didn’t force it all down her throat but just enough for Viola’s mouth to handle. Once inside, I began moving my hips so the dildo would move around in the woman’s mouth.
Again, the woman made protest sounds but I paid no attention to them. What I did pay attention to was what I was feeling and it was Viola’s mouth and tongue going over the pseudo-cock that was in her mouth. This bit of gear actually made me feel as if I had the real thing and Viola was sucking on it.
I idly wondered if this is what all men felt when they had their dicks sucked. But soon stop caring the more I pushed and pulled on the strap-on inside of Viola’s mouth. I could actually feel myself getting wet from all of this, which made me want more. I mean, if her mouth felt like this, then her pussy would feel either just as good or even better.
A minute more of this and I decided to see how far I could put the dildo down her throat. I pulled it all the way out and then made sure her mouth was open before I put all of it in. Luckily, Viola didn’t reflexively gagged as I pushed in, even when I started to feel the back of her throat. I held it in place for a minute and then pulled all the way out to which Viola coughed a bit once I was clear.
Once Viola finished her cough and looked me in the eye for what I had done, a suspicion entered into my mind.
“So, you’re the one that Zimos slept with, huh?”
A brief hint of surprise flashed over her eyes but it was more than enough for an answer. I wasn’t surprised but it did mean I had a certain level of performance I had to surpass but hey, I’m always up for a challenge.
I looked down on the dildo and figured it was sufficiently lubed up by Viola’s saliva. I repositioned myself so I could put the fake cock into Viola’s pussy. Viola actually tried to keep her legs together so I couldn’t get inside of her. I looked right into her eyes and gave her the same predatory look I gave her before. I saw a bit of fear in her eyes which increased when I pulled her legs apart and saw her vagina. I didn’t notice before, that she kept herself cleanly shaved down there but I did notice some wetness that was rather fresh.
I shot a look at Viola that said to her, ‘So, you do get off on this, huh?’ and I didn’t wait for her response before I lined up and push the pseudo-cock into her. The reaction was immediate for the both of us. Viola tensed up and moaned through clenched teeth as I slowly pushed in. For me, through the strap-on, I could feel how tight Viola was around the dildo. Either she rarely had sex or the gear I was using was actually too big for her.
What the high-tech strap-on was doing to me, making me feel, it definitely felt so incredible and completely new to me. Again, I idly wondered if this is what men felt when they took a woman who was either a virgin or was naturally tight. But those thoughts quickly disappeared once I was all the way inside of Viola. I was so deep into enjoying the feeling that I didn’t notice Viola get close enough so she could sink her teeth into my shoulder.
The pain got my attention, especially when I felt what I guessed was some of my blood coming from the wound Viola gave me. I figured she was trying to stop me from doing anything else, to ruin the mood but obviously she didn’t know me very well. After I pried her off of my shoulder, I held her face close to me and I licked the bit of my blood that was on her lips. When I finished, I looked right into Viola’s eyes.
“Should have told me you like a rough fuck.” I said with the same predatory look in my eye. I saw Viola was now frightened at what I was going to do next.
She didn’t have long to wait to find out.
Having experience in using a dildo before, I easily started the rhythmic thrusting into Viola’s snatch but I made sure her legs were as spread as far apart as possible, even if she never had done a full split before. I didn’t pay any mind to what Viola was feeling, only to the sensation the strap-on was giving me. How it felt as I pushed in as deep as I could and how much grip there was on the fake cock as I pulled back.
I pumped in and out of Viola at a steady pace, her loud moans in almost perfect sync with each deep thrust into her. With her hands still tied up, I squeezed on her tits rather hard and pulled on them, giving each one a bite on the nipple while dragging my tongue across the areola parts.
Viola started to yell out how much everything I was doing was hurting her but again, I paid no attention to it. What I did notice was the fact that something was building while I kept pumping into her, something that felt similar when someone used a dildo on me.
I made something of a mental note to thank those tech guys at Ultor. They had made me a strap-on that also could make me climax as well judging how the build-up was going along, how it made me increase my pumping pace into Viola.
Before long, I realized I was thrusting so hard into Viola that the headboard was slamming against the wall behind it. Even Viola was screaming out in near sync to each thrust now. I don’t how much longer I went at this pace but eventually I reached my limit since the feeling that was building up inside of me was too much and I felt myself orgasm in the same way had someone been pounding my own pussy.
I could hear myself groan when it hit, almost sounding like a complete animal while I hear Viola scream out at the same time. All my strength left me for a moment and I fell almost on top of Viola. Both of us were covered in sweat and trying to catch our respective breaths. I managed to look down and saw the Viola had climaxed rather hard, judging by the amount of her juices that stained the bed sheets. Probably a result of not getting any for a long time.
But oh, fuck was that experience the best I ever had. It was almost like fucking and being fucked at the same time and goddamit, I wanted more.
Viola was still catching her breath when I untied her wrists. I don’t know if her mind was coherent enough at the moment but she didn’t react when I made it so she was laying completely on the bed and not up against the headboard. She did react when I put the fake cock back into her, making a grunting sound while I moaned at the feeling myself.
With myself right back on top of Viola, I again began my rhythmic thrusting into her. The sensation I felt before quickly returned and made me practically lust driven in my acts. So much so that I decided to return the favor for Viola. On her left shoulder, I sunk my teeth into her and she immediately reacted to it. I could feel her hands on my back, her fingernails digging it but it made me more excited to be honest. Especially when I felt the nails drag across my back.
I licked clean the wound I had inflicted on Viola but at the same time, I put more effort into my thrusts into her wet pussy. I could feel now that Viola was overtaken by her own lusts since each time I pulled out, I could feel her pussy squeeze the fake cock as if she didn’t want to let go. Even more so when I felt her legs wrap around me which actually allowed me to pound deeper into her.
I while I put practically I had into each thrust, to go in as deep as I could, I brought my face to Viola’s and locked my lips with hers. The kiss was definitely passionate as it felt like Viola was trying to take my breath away while we kissed. While we kissed, I didn’t notice right away but my hands and Viola’s had interlaced our fingers together. Viola’s grip on my hands and her legs wrapped around my waist wasn’t overly strong but easily told me that what I was doing to her, she wanted more and more.
I didn’t need any incentive since now I wanted to experience the pleasure I felt moments earlier again.
I could hear the bed slightly creak, even over the loud party music coming from the walls, as a result of my thrusts into Viola’s snatch. Even more so when started doing a move of mine by picking up the pace of my thrusts into her pussy. A move I had perfected when I fucked other woman can nicknamed it ‘Machine Gunning’. A move that most of the women I fucked who had fucked other guys had told me was a pace no man could ever maintain as long as I could.
And with this high-tech strap-on, I could see why the other women enjoyed it.
Another minute or so of this, I reached my limit since the strap-on had created such a build-up in my sex areas that I felt like I would explode if I held onto it any longer. This time, I yelled out along with Viola and both of us practically passed out from the orgasmic high we both felt.
As we both laid on the bed, with me still ontop of Viola and with the fake cock still inside of her, I took note of what our bedroom acts had done. The room easily smelled of sweat and sex and the both of us had a heavy layer sex on us. It took a little longer for my second wind to come to me but once it did I decided to use it for one last round with Viola.
I had tested the Saints Strap-On on two holes so far: Viola’s mouth and her pussy. There was only one hole left to fuck and the idea of it alone easily got me excited. I pulled out of Viola and got up on my knees beside of her. By the blessed-out look on her face, I’m sure Viola was close to passing out but I wasn’t done with her yet.
I was going to fuck her ass on the bed but then I changed my mind when I noticed out of the corner of my eye the window that faced towards downtown Steelport. I knew for a fact that if given a choice, Viola would never admit what just happened to her. She would never admit that she possibly enjoyed being fucked the way I had just fucked her. So I decided to take away that choice.
It was a little tricky getting Viola to stand on her feet, with both her mind and body trying to recover. I worked out for me since it meant Viola wouldn’t suspect what I was going to do after I brought her over to the window. Viola’s legs had recovered enough to where she could easily lean up against the window while standing after I brought her to it. Still naked as the day she was born with her impressive tits pressing up against cold glass and her face still showing how high she was riding the orgasm wave, I only smiled when I noticed her juices were still flowing right down both of her legs.
It was clear she didn’t know what was going on until I pressed the Saints Strap-On against her asshole.
Almost like a bucket of cold water or a slap to the face, Viola quickly regained her senses.
“Not there!” Viola practically yelled out but I had already made up my mind way beforehand.
Unlike her pussy, I actually slowly pushed into her ass. Viola reacted by her entire body tensing, as if trying to keep me from going deeper. I knew she wasn’t a virgin but I knew she was at least an anal virgin and I was going to take that. She also groaned loudly in pain through clenched teeth. Viola tried to use her legs to push herself off of the fake cock but I had my hands on her waist to pull her down on it.
As the dildo slowly went in, I could not believe what I was feeling. Her pussy was tight but not nearly as tight as her ass was. The sensation that I was getting from how tightly her asshole was gripping the strap-on was beyond almost anything I had experienced before. I never took a dick, real or fake, up my own ass but I had done so for some of the women I had fucked. After all of this, I was starting to really get the concept why some men love the fucking women’s asses
The possibilities I now had with this piece of high-tech sex toy, I couldn’t wait to use it to the fullest with some other women I had in mind.
As soon as the dildo was buried all the way inside, I took the time to enjoy all the sensations I was feeling. I also waited for Viola to take her time to get used to having something so big in her ass. Her body was still tense and her breathing was a bit quick but she started to relax after a minute.
Before I started to fuck her ass as much as I had fucked her pussy, I decided to have a little heart to heart chat with her.
“Look out the window. What do you see?” Viola did look out the window but I didn’t wait for her response. I slowly pulled out of her ass before I spoke again. “That’s a city that respects those who know no fear. And I’m not talking about the willingness to take a bullet.”
I rammed into her ass while I talked. “I’m talking about taking anything and keep coming back for more.”
I pulled out and rammed into her ass again. Each time, Viola loudly grunted which meant she wasn’t used to being ass-fucked yet.
“The city respected the Syndicate since they took control but it respects the Saints more since we took everything the Syndicate and STAG could throw at us and we kept coming back for more.”
Again, I pulled out and rammed right back into her ass. Viola’s grunts were becoming less vocal, telling me she was getting used to it. Her eyes still looking out to the city.
“There’s no longer Syndicate lieutenant Viola DeWynter. There’s no longer the Morning Star, Deckers, or even Luchadores. By all rights Viola…” I spoke as I continued to thrust into and out of her ass. “You should be dead since you are a Syndicate member. On more than one occasion, I have been told to put a bullet into your head.”
“What do you want from me?” Viola was still feeling pain, I could hear that in her voice.
“Time to decide. Are you Syndicate…” I pulled out of her ass entirely but didn’t ram back in just yet. “or are you a Saint?”
I put the dildo right against her anus before I spoke. “As a Syndicate member, you’re dead. As a Saint, you take it and come back for more.”
I pushed into her again. “Take it and come back…”
“F-for m-more…” I hoped she would say that even it was a whisper. Just a little more at this point as I needed to do.
“Take it…” This time when I pulled out and rammed back into her, I reached for her pussy and stuck three of my fingers into it at the same time I speared her ass.
“More…” Viola replied but what I heard was what I wanted to hear. It didn’t sound like she was backing what I said that meant to be a Saint nor if she wanted me to keep pounding her ass. The uncertainty of it was what I wanted to hear.
After I pulled out, I stopped playing with her pussy as well. “So what which is it?”
I had to keep my impulses under control at that moment for as much as I wanted to pound her ass like a jackhammer, I needed her to say something she could never take back. Luckily for me, I didn’t have to wait all that long.
“More! FUCK IT, I WANT MORE! GODDAMIT, FUCK IT MORE!”
That was all I needed to hear and I didn’t waste another second before I started ramming her ass all over again. The sounds coming from Viola’s mouth easily reminded me of a typical ho back in Stilwater. The kind that truly admitted that the only thing they wanted was sex, those who didn’t really understand the trade of being pimped out.
Well, in a way I was pimping Viola out for the Saints but it also meant some enjoyment for me.
I fucked her ass as hard as I did her pussy. There were a couple of times I almost I was about to fuck her through the window and right off the building as it. Same could be said when Viola was so lost into her excitement that she even pounded on the window with both hands a couple of times while screaming out in pure joy.
Though my hands were on her hips to help pull Viola’s ass back down onto the pseudo-cock, I could feel Viola pushing herself down back onto the cock in sync with my movements.
This kept going for a while until something enter into my mind. I stopped only for a moment so I could pick Viola up by her ass. I literally lifted off of her feet so I could raise her up and drop her back down onto the Strap-On. Viola had her legs stretched out and on the window in front of us. She had her hands behind my head, like she had to hold onto something all the while screaming out to fuck her more and more.
I don’t know if Viola was going to climax since it was her ass I was fucking but I was nearing my limit again. As fast and as hard as I could, I fucked her ass until the feeling inside of me reached the exploding point.
When it hit me, I yelled out in pleasure practically at the top of my lungs. I didn’t know whether or not Viola came too but I couldn’t support her at the moment. I did the best I could to lay her down instead of simply dropping her but the upper half of her body hit the floor with a thud. I fell down to my knees, panting heavily myself. As I tried to catch my breath, a bit of a laugh escaped from my mouth when I saw the position Viola was currently in.
The upper part of Viola was splayed out on the floor, her face showing pure bliss had taken her body but her lower half, basically her ass was being supported up in the air by her knees. I noticed that her pussy was still letting juices flowing out which I guessed she reached her orgasm too. But something caught my eye when I look at her ass again. It looked like liquid was coming out of it too which I noticed wasn’t what normally comes out of a woman’s ass.
Curiosity got the better of me and I took a look at the Strap-On and noticed that some liquid was coming out of the tip of the fake cock. I had thought that maybe the tech guys at Ultor loaded up the gear with some fake sperm-like liquid but I remembered there was a note inside the package when I first opened it up but didn’t bother to read.
I grabbed the note and read what it said. When I finished it, I realized that I had asked for the ’best fake cock a woman can use and feel’ in the first place. I don’t know how they managed to do it but to use my own pussy juice and fire it into a woman in the same manner as a man would with his cum, gotta say that’s going the extra mile.
I looked back at Viola as she was still in that awkward position.
“So, like a guy, I filled her up with my own juices.” I looked back down on the Strap-On. “I had some interesting ideas before but now, I am going to have so much fun with you.”
The possibilities weren’t endless but each one alone, I’m pretty sure I could end up dying from all the pleasure I was going to partake in soon. When Viola woke back up from her little nap, I would have to thank her for being part of the first test run.
Now after that success, it was time for the next test which was what I call an endurance run and I already had an idea who was next.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
First chapter down. Not sure how many chapters I’ll do since I haven‘t decided. There are a lot of women characters that I can use from all over the Saint’s Row series And by the way, this story is based on the good ending of Saints Row the Third, where the player stops STAG from blowing up the monument statue and framing the Saints. Also, for those that play Saints Row the Third, it will be easier to imagine what the main character looks like by putting those pieces of clothing on a female character and the color scheme be between red and purple for the clothes.
By the way, if the dildo idea is too far out there for Saint’s Row, just remember that in the game, you can kill the enemy with a 2 foot long purple dildo baseball bat and when you call on the weapon, the character pulls it out from the front of his/her pants. Not to mention that once fully upgraded, you can throw Fart-In-A-Jar at the enemy as well and you must collect Blow-Up Dolls as well so overall, I don’t think I’ve gone too far out there as much as the people at Volition do with Saints Row.
- 1
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Archangel of the Saints