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The Vulture and the Butterfly

Those eyes.... Nathan's eyes frightened her for a split second there. Some people said that the eyes were the window to the soul, not that she believed that shit. Still, the darkness held inside Repoman's eyes made her body shiver involuntarily. She dropped her hold on his hair immediately, squeezing her eyes shut and attemptimg to control her breathing. Suppressed energy sizzled along every nerve, and seemed most concentrated in her wet, clenching core, moaning with each breath of hot air he teased her pussy with. The muscles in her thighs twitched uncontrollably as he bit her inner knee and her nipples had tightened to a point of almost pain. She could feel each beat of her hammering heart in the tips of her fingers, her toes, her temples, her nipples, her pussy… oh. She let out a soft moan as he dared to tease her again. "Please!" Ah, there it was. A pretty and desperate whimper for more. She had never been very good at remaining strong when what she wanted was denied to her. She used to throw unholy temper tantrums as a young girl until her father gave in and she got what she wanted. Nathan was different. He dared to try to control her. That was something that no one had ever attempted before and certainly no one had made her beg for their touch.
 
This - this was more Repo's style; he wasn't used to anyone else having the upper hand, and especially not in his own territory, not in the cool wide open, sterilized space of his operating room. No one would control him there, and especially not a creature like Amber Sweet, whose only reason for still being alive was because of blackmail - if it wasn't for her father's influence, Repo may have ended her life for even appearing in his workshop, for entering a predator's grounds.

He couldn't kill her, he knew that, but at the very least he could make her beg for what she thought she could simply leverage out of him.

And she pleaded, she even whimpered, so it was enough for Repo to give one of his sharp, predatorial smiles and he leaned in very slowly, teasing her, and dragged his tongue slowly along the wet lips of her sex, tasting her.
 
Amber secretly hated him for his power over her and yet she secretly adored him for it as well. No one had ever had the balls to put Amber Sweet in her place, not even her father. She gasped as his tongue slid along the damp lips of her sex, making her hips arch several inches off of the bed. Her body had turned into a big, throbbing, shivering piece of need, and the only thing running through her mind at that moment was the delicious wetness between her legs, slowly sliding down her thighs, and how she ached to press her fingers in it and hear the soft squelch as her body welcomed the intrusion…or better yet, for Repoman to take care of that ache himself, although it seemed as if he was only interested in making her body yearn for him even more. "More..." Her voice was now a soft, barely submissive mewl
 
Some men were reluctant to do this, but the taste of a woman was something Nathan Wallace had never recoiled from, because the gentle side of him loved the fairer sex in every possible way and regardless of having denied himself this sort of contact for years, his fondness for the act showed through and so did the bizarre dexterity of his long tongue.

Though Repo was still at the forefront, Nathan was incensed by the sound of her moans, and he moved his tongue to the pearl of her clitoris, manipulating the sensitive little bud, tasting her juices and her blood, the bizarre and heady mix of lust and death and gore and intimacy that echoed in both sides of his personality. His hand moved up, and he sank a finger inside of her body, feeling the heat and wetness of her, crooking the digit inside of her while his tongue worked at her.
 
Amber gasped as she felt it, a warm, wet slide of a flexible muscle along her slit as his tongue began to explore her pussy. Her clit was red and swollen after mere moments of his teasing and moisture slowly leaked from her entrance. She cried out in surprise when the Repoman's tongue assulted her clit, writhing as electric jolts of raw pleasure seared her nerve endings. Her thighs began to jerk and spasm as her moans filled the room, wilder and more passionate than ever before. She gasped as his finger plunged inside of her tight hole, her muscles flexing with incredible strength around his digit. When he curled his finger, she saw stars. Her hands returned to his hair, unconsciously pressing on his head as she raised her hips, trying to press him further against her and increase the contact. She could barely breathe, gulping in air in shuddering sobs as he feasted on her sensitive flesh. He was good, oh yes, he was damn good. He feasted on her as if her pussy were a dieing man's last meal.
 
There was a distinct advantage to having a professional and intimate knowledge of human anatomy, so when Nathan felt the shuddering and saw the twitching in her muscles, he knew his finger was brushing close to the spot he was seeking, and he moved his finger inside of her again, in just deep enough and seeking the intensely sensitive anterior wall that would make her buck.

He allowed her to push him closer to her, and his tongue pressed harder against her clit, moving slowly and intentionally against her while his finger continued to work inside of her body, stimulating the oversensitive tissue and manipulating her body with the intention of mercilessly bringing her over the edge.
 
Amber gasped, her mouth falling open in an expression of awed pleasure as Nathan's finger pressed against her G-spot. It was somthing few men had ever been able to find, let alone manipulate to such a toe curling level of bliss that the Repoman exploited. Her eyes were losing focus as she was swept away by the sensation of his finger stroking inside of her. Her back arched reflexively, aiding him in pushing deep until his entire digit was inside her body. "Ohhh...ohh yes..." She purred, hooking her legs up over his shoulders while his tongue attacked her clit until it was swollen and an angry red color. She was crying out wantonly and clutching at the back of his head, her body trembling against him as he continued to draw her to new heights of pleasure. Her hips had resumed rising to meet his pistoning finger, urging him to push into her a little faster. The wet sounds which accompanied every thrust into her body were drowned out only by her loud moans.

Amber's moan spiraled into a scream as his tongue began to tap syncopated rhythms against her clit faster. Colors flashed before her eyes as the ball of light in her belly burst, exploding like a nebula and blinding her with flashing of white hot pleasure. She could hear a voice somewhere chanting the Repoman's name over and over but couldn’t make the connection that it was her own. Her nipples, her clit, even her fingers and toes and everywhere in between were charged with electric energy that carried the most incredible sensations she had ever experienced, and for a few moments, she was floating, falling, flailing outside of her body.
 
Nathan had been moving his finger in her, manipulating her body the best ways he knew, and he was successful in his endeavor as he felt her muscles begin to contract around the digit, felt her legs shuddering and twitching as they wrapped around his shoulders and urged him forward, his tongue continuing to work against her even as she orgasmed, drawing it out and keeping his finger pressing into the now overheated tissues.

He was suddenly grateful for the privacy of the location, because Amber's screams may have been alarming to anyone nearby, and they brought dark smile to Repo's face, given that he had always been fond of those sorts of noises - screams, he was used to hearing in his operating room. Just never those kinds of screams.

He could get used to it though.

Nathan pushed that thought away, though Repo continued to come back, insisting this was a job that the more docile of the two couldn't do alone, not with his guilty conscience.

When Amber's shuddering finally ceased, he continued his ministrations for a few moments longer, and then finally sat up, peering over at her; Nathan wondered if he would be able to use her current state of mind to get the information he needed from her now, but Repo didn't seem as eager for it to be over.
 
Amber Sweet fell back against the cold steel of ther operating table, completely limp and boneless for a few minutes after her orgasm. Her pussy still trembling faintly around his finger, fluttering like the wings of a butterfly. She gave a soft sigh, seeming as content asa kitten for the moment. If Nathan thought he was going to get off the hook so easily, he had another thing coming as she recovered within another minute and sat up swfitly. "You're wearing too many clothes." She pointed out, tugging lightly on his shirt before helping him remove it, sliding her fingertips and sharp painted nails down his bared chest and back up his sides. "Let's do this...or do you need a little help?" She taunted him by sliding her hand beneath the waistband his pants and curling her fingers around his hard cock, squeezing it tightly in her palm.
 
Sweet's satisfaction only lasted for a few quiet moments, and the only noise in the room was the sound of her shallow breathing as she steadied herself from the orgasm - but then she was pushing herself up again, her long lashes low over her eyes as she regarded him, and he allowed her to tug off his neatly-pressed jacket, to remove the high-collared black shirt, leaving his chest bare. Despite being a man in his forties, Nathan's body didn't show the signs; his years of working an excrutiatingly physical job, accompanied with the worry, had left him excessively lean.

He drew in a soft hiss when her nails raked down his chest, leaving trails of heat along his skin, followed by a small groan when her hand pushed under the waist of his trousers, grasping him; he bucked his hips up once, unable to stop himself before he got his control back. He grabbed hold of Amber's shoulders then, forcing her back onto the table in a laying position, and he moved over her, his legs parting hers again; he moved his hands down to undo the clasp on his trousers and push them out of the way, revealing a significant and straining erection.

Let's do this, she had said.

So Repo took over again, shoving aside the romantic notions that Nathan Wallace had always connected with sex, and he grasped Amber Sweet's hips, lifting her partially up off the table, and he roughly penetrated her tight body, his teeth biting into the tender skin on her throat.
 
Amber Sweet was well known to be a very dominant woman, the type of girl who knew what she wanted and always seemed to know just how to get it. Nathan Wallace was just another case in point. She enjoyed the feeling of his control shattering, just a bit, as her hand closed around his cock. Her toy was taken away from her soon after, making the sinfully gorgeous Largo girl pout childishly. She fought him as he pushed her down onto the operating table, the chill of the steel making her heated skin even more sensitive. She had fancied the idea of being ontop, of riding her father's favorite repoman until he bucked and spilled inside of her, but it seemed that the repoman had other ideas about how this would go down. She knew, instinctively that Nathan had not been with another woman for years. She didn't remember Marni, though she knew she had been alive to see her, she'd been too young at the time to form coherent memories.

Her attention shifted as she heard the sound of a zipper being undone, feeling something hot and hard brush against the soft skin of her bare stomach. Her grin turned positively predatorial as Nathan slid between her legs and overtop of her. In a sickeningly sweet gesture, she trailed her hand tenderly down the side of his face. A bit of weakness on her part. Only a few seconds passed before the repoman's cock managed to bury itself completely inside her surgically tightened pussy.Surgery was such a blessing these days. She could whore around and still be tight as a virgin. She gasped as his teeth sunk into her neck, biting down in a fierce gesutre that startled her. Her spine bowed, arching her supple and surgery enhanced body abeneath his, her breasts brushing against his chest. Her legs instinctviely curled around his waist, locking him in place and urging him deeper inside the tight, wet vice her pussy became. His cock drove her crazy, stretched her to the point of ripping thanks to her tightness. Usually she made her partners use condoms and she had thought of it for a second, then laughed. Nathan Wallace wouldn't own a condom and if he did it was far too old at this point. So, she had settled for enjoying raw sex for once.
 
The Repo Man had never considered letting Amber be on top - it would put him into a position of submission, which was something that the monster simply couldn't abide by. He had felt Nathan Wallace had forced himself to do this, had caved only out of neccessity, so giving her another advantage, letting her completely take over then just wasn't an option; no, this spoiled brat wasn't going to get her way entirely.

But Nathan would have insisted on a condom.

Repo just couldn't find the capacity to care, however, and his hands gripped her hips so hard that he would bruise the tender flesh of her hips; she was incredibly tight, and he knew it wasn't due to abstinence - no, Amber Sweet freely gave herself away to hookers and drug dealers alike, she was careless with her body. He was unsurprised, then, that she had taken voluntary surgery for this part of her body as well.

His eyes scarcely looked human from the way the pupils had shrunk to pinpoints, though there was a moment of very human recognition when her hand swept down the side of his face - it was brief, a display of Nathan Wallace, and he kissed the side of her wrist - but then the sweetness was gone as quickly as it had appeared, because there was no romance to this, this was a business deal. This was just a fuck.

And he felt her long legs wrap around his waist, and suddenly wished he had strapped her down, because even that much seemed like he had given her too much control, because her movement forced him deep into her, and he let out a noise like a low growl, a rumble deep in his chest, and he left another mark on her throat, pulling his hips back and thrusting hard into her again.
 
Amber let out a harsh giggle ashis lipsbrushed agains the inside of her wrist, her eyes wide and with heavily dilated pupils. She was use to coercing Graverobber into accepting sex as payment ffor the zydrate she craved so she felt no guilt in blackmailing Nathan Wallace to fuck her. Yes, good old straight laced Nathan Wallace who so typical and boring until he donned his repoman suit. At least this darker side of him had no qualms with fucking him. "Mmmm...ohhh yes." She purred, her moans sultry and erotic enough to make most men cream in their pants. "How does it feel to fuck a girl only a few few years older then your daughter?" She taunted, arching her hips slightly just so she could feel his fingers tighten to bruising proportions around her thighs. She had quite a mean streak in her and it appeared that she enjoyed taunting Nathan, a small game of cat and mouse to see how viscious the repoman could become because this right here, this easy going rythm wasn't doing much for her. Her hands slid through his hair, offering another round of sexy moans as histeeth clamped around her throat again, a little sidewise from the first mark.

She flexed her herself, contracting her pussy around his invading cock each time his hips surged forward into her. Her hands eventually settling onto his shoulders, nails digging into his flesh as she leaned up slightly, just enough so that she could run the tip of her pink tongue across his lips before her gorgeous body fell completely back against the operating table. "More. C'mon...give it to me. This isn't doing anything for me....fuck me!"
 
Somewhere under the animalistic shield of Repo, Nathan Wallace lurked anxiously - and he was angry. No, he wasn't just angry, he was furious - he was furious because everything had been progressively caving in over the course of the last seventeen years. The loss of Marni had been a devastation that the doctor would never recover from - where some may have been able to eventually move on, Nathan had never been able to, because -

- he had been the cause of her death. He had done it. He had ended Marni's life, and there was no relief from that.

But then Rotti had known, had used the knowledge as leverage to force Nathan into this disgusting life, made him paranoid of ever letting his little girl out, knowing that there were so many monsters out there and that he was one of them. And now she had left him, his Shilo was gone, out there somewhere, swept away by some scavenger who had undoubtedly seen a naive young girl, and he didn't want to think about what could be happening to her - but he had to. He had to find her, and to do it, he had to be used yet again, and this skinny, surgery-addicted spoiled brat was just another person who was blackmailing him to get what they wanted.

Her words went over him like nails on a chalkboard, and he suddenly wished he had gagged her, wished she would shut up; when her tongue swept across his lips, Repo thought about biting it off, because her screams of agony would be so much more appealing than her moans.

His anger showed in the way he handled her; he was rough with her, and he lifted her up off the surgery table effortlessly, slamming her up against the cabinets behind them and fucking her against them, his thrusts painfully rough, pinning her between himself and the cabinets, her spine slamming up against the countertop while his mouth bit into her skin again, hard enough to draw blood again.
 
Amber laughed, a distinctly taunting and irritating sound, rather like nails on a chalkboard as Nathan lifed her up of off t he operating table and slammed her ruthlessly agianst the cabinets. She was lucky her head hadn't hit the hard wood, not that that would have stopped her. The sparks of pain melding blissfulyl with pleasure as her spine was slammed back agianst the cabinet with every thrust, it was the kind of fuck she desired. "Mmmm...now that's more like it." She purred, still laughing and moaning as she felt his cock surge in and out of her slick pussy in a completely unprotected state. "..ahhhh..assasin, murder...MONSTER!!" She screamed in hot, sensual bliss as he slammed ruthlessly into her tight, sopping cunt. His thrusts were rocking her so hard that her breasts bounced with every piston. Her head arched back as his bite drew blood, extracting a pleasured cry from the slut. Her moans were being drowned out by the lewd wet sound of her tight muscles suctioning him back inside with every slam of his hips against her own. Her tight feminine muscles flexing hard around his cock, gripping him like a velvet vice. Her juices were already dripping down the length of his thick shaft and if anything, her cries seemed to reach louder heights then ever before, signaling that she was drawing near her climax. It was incredibly taboo and Amber Sweet was all about taboo.

Not so far away, Shilo was actually quite safe within the seedy outskirts of the city. She had taken off her wig, avoiding the looks that Graverobber might her given her. She did explain that her hair had fallen out because of her blood disease and that the wig often tangled in her sleep. Not long after that, the girl had curled up under the blankets, and drifted off into peaceful sleep. They hadn't even discussed bedding arrangements before she was out like a light, her face pressed against the pillow, smiling in her sleep. Her tiny, frail form took up less then half of the bed, legs curled under her, with one arm stretching out above her head. From time to time she would murmur in her sleep. Most of the words didn't make sense, though Graverobber's name came up a time or two, it would still be hard to discern just what she was dreaming about.
 
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