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M through R › Repo! The Genetic Opera
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
9
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2,486
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6
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I do not own Repo and I am not making any money from this story.
part 3
Part 3
She awoke at some point during the night to a knock at the door. “Go away,” she said in a panic.
“Shilo, it’s me.” The voice was Amber’s, so Shilo wrapped herself up in a silk sheet and, still groggy, shuffled over to the door to see what the woman wanted. Amber stumbled into the room and Shilo shut the door behind her before anyone saw her in next to nothing.
“What do you want?” Amber fell onto the bed. She had changed into a tiny black slip dress, the skirt of which hiked up on her thighs to reveal a black thong. Shilo sighed. She was high on Zydrate. “Go to your own room,” she told the older woman. “I just want to be alone right now.” She sat down on the side of the bed and watched Amber writhe with some unknown pleasure.
“Please. I don’t know what to do with you.”
Amber looked at her, blinking with heavy lids. “My father was going to give it all to you. What is so wonderful about you?”
“Nothing.”
Amber crawled across the bed to Shilo and took her face in both hands, cupping each cheek.
“My father didn’t love me.”
“Mine loved me too much,” Shilo said, finding herself staring into Amber’s drug addled eyes, unsure of what to do. “I guess neither of us got the love we wanted.”
“Do you know what Zydrate does?” Amber asked her, stopping the conversation short. Shilo just wished she would let go of her face. “It takes away the pain. The pain of surgery, of living. Your father hurt you. Zydrate can fix that.”
“I don’t think so.”
“It also makes you love.” She breathed the last word too close to Shilo’s face so that she could feel Amber’s hot breath. Shilo sat still, afraid, as Amber leaned in closer. What on earth was she doing?
Amber’s lips brushed against Shilo’s, hot instead of warm and slightly chapped. Shilo opened her eyes wide and stared Amber, her eyes shut so that Shilo could see the caked mascara on her lashes. Shilo threw herself backwards, scrambling across the bed. The slippery silk of her sheet came undone and she hurried to cover herself, but Amber moved surprisingly fast and Shilo found herself trapped under the other woman. She was completely awake now. “Amber, get off
me.”
Amber shifted herself so that she was straddling Shilo’s waist. The straps of her dress had fallen down, revealing the tops of her breasts. Shilo’s legs were tangled in the sheets but her top half was completely bare. She felt her blush spread across her face as she tried to slap Amber away, but the blond had her by both wrists in seconds. “Let me go,” Shilo said, her voice coming out much more pitiful than she wished.
Amber looked over her body, studying the smooth expanse of young flesh. “Where are your scars?” she demanded.
“W-what scars?”
“From your surgeries!”
“I’ve never had a surgery.” Amber let go of one of her hands to run her fingers over Shilo’s small, perfect breasts, pinching her pink nipples as she did so. “Don’t do that!” Shilo attempted to wiggle out from under Amber, but she could not be budged. Shilo was not strong and not used to exercise—she soon tired too much to keep fighting. Her captor smiled and leaned forward to kiss her again. Her entire body was pressed against Shilo’s as her tongue dove into her mouth. Her first kiss, and it was with a woman who hated her.
“My dear,” Amber said in her ‘I’m superior to you’ voice, “you need me. You need help. What do you know about the world? Nothing, right?”
“Nothing.” Her nipples were growing hard as Amber’s breasts pressed against her own. She had never been so close to another human being before. She would have been more frightened, except she was fairly certain Amber wouldn’t actually hurt her. There was no place to keep a weapon on her persons, for one.
“I can teach you everything. And you’ll like it.” She wiggled against her, and Shilo felt a burst of—something—low in her belly. She knew about sexuality from the television of course, but she had never experienced any of it. And what Amber was suggesting she teach her…
“I don’t know if I should,” Shilo said. “Please get off of me.”
“Do you really want me to?”
“Yes,” she said, doing her best to be firm. Amber slung a leg over and lay down next to her. Shilo immediately pulled the sheets back up to cover herself. “Why did you do that?”
Amber kicked her shoes off and climbed under the sheets with her. “Don’t ask so many questions. It’s not attractive.” She yawned and cuddled up close to Shilo, putting one arm around her waist but not touching anywhere inappropriate. “I’m going to teach you to be strong. Like me.”
Any suggestions of going to her own bed were lost to Amber, and Shilo finally gave up when she began to snore next to her, and eventually she felt back asleep.
She awoke at some point during the night to a knock at the door. “Go away,” she said in a panic.
“Shilo, it’s me.” The voice was Amber’s, so Shilo wrapped herself up in a silk sheet and, still groggy, shuffled over to the door to see what the woman wanted. Amber stumbled into the room and Shilo shut the door behind her before anyone saw her in next to nothing.
“What do you want?” Amber fell onto the bed. She had changed into a tiny black slip dress, the skirt of which hiked up on her thighs to reveal a black thong. Shilo sighed. She was high on Zydrate. “Go to your own room,” she told the older woman. “I just want to be alone right now.” She sat down on the side of the bed and watched Amber writhe with some unknown pleasure.
“Please. I don’t know what to do with you.”
Amber looked at her, blinking with heavy lids. “My father was going to give it all to you. What is so wonderful about you?”
“Nothing.”
Amber crawled across the bed to Shilo and took her face in both hands, cupping each cheek.
“My father didn’t love me.”
“Mine loved me too much,” Shilo said, finding herself staring into Amber’s drug addled eyes, unsure of what to do. “I guess neither of us got the love we wanted.”
“Do you know what Zydrate does?” Amber asked her, stopping the conversation short. Shilo just wished she would let go of her face. “It takes away the pain. The pain of surgery, of living. Your father hurt you. Zydrate can fix that.”
“I don’t think so.”
“It also makes you love.” She breathed the last word too close to Shilo’s face so that she could feel Amber’s hot breath. Shilo sat still, afraid, as Amber leaned in closer. What on earth was she doing?
Amber’s lips brushed against Shilo’s, hot instead of warm and slightly chapped. Shilo opened her eyes wide and stared Amber, her eyes shut so that Shilo could see the caked mascara on her lashes. Shilo threw herself backwards, scrambling across the bed. The slippery silk of her sheet came undone and she hurried to cover herself, but Amber moved surprisingly fast and Shilo found herself trapped under the other woman. She was completely awake now. “Amber, get off
me.”
Amber shifted herself so that she was straddling Shilo’s waist. The straps of her dress had fallen down, revealing the tops of her breasts. Shilo’s legs were tangled in the sheets but her top half was completely bare. She felt her blush spread across her face as she tried to slap Amber away, but the blond had her by both wrists in seconds. “Let me go,” Shilo said, her voice coming out much more pitiful than she wished.
Amber looked over her body, studying the smooth expanse of young flesh. “Where are your scars?” she demanded.
“W-what scars?”
“From your surgeries!”
“I’ve never had a surgery.” Amber let go of one of her hands to run her fingers over Shilo’s small, perfect breasts, pinching her pink nipples as she did so. “Don’t do that!” Shilo attempted to wiggle out from under Amber, but she could not be budged. Shilo was not strong and not used to exercise—she soon tired too much to keep fighting. Her captor smiled and leaned forward to kiss her again. Her entire body was pressed against Shilo’s as her tongue dove into her mouth. Her first kiss, and it was with a woman who hated her.
“My dear,” Amber said in her ‘I’m superior to you’ voice, “you need me. You need help. What do you know about the world? Nothing, right?”
“Nothing.” Her nipples were growing hard as Amber’s breasts pressed against her own. She had never been so close to another human being before. She would have been more frightened, except she was fairly certain Amber wouldn’t actually hurt her. There was no place to keep a weapon on her persons, for one.
“I can teach you everything. And you’ll like it.” She wiggled against her, and Shilo felt a burst of—something—low in her belly. She knew about sexuality from the television of course, but she had never experienced any of it. And what Amber was suggesting she teach her…
“I don’t know if I should,” Shilo said. “Please get off of me.”
“Do you really want me to?”
“Yes,” she said, doing her best to be firm. Amber slung a leg over and lay down next to her. Shilo immediately pulled the sheets back up to cover herself. “Why did you do that?”
Amber kicked her shoes off and climbed under the sheets with her. “Don’t ask so many questions. It’s not attractive.” She yawned and cuddled up close to Shilo, putting one arm around her waist but not touching anywhere inappropriate. “I’m going to teach you to be strong. Like me.”
Any suggestions of going to her own bed were lost to Amber, and Shilo finally gave up when she began to snore next to her, and eventually she felt back asleep.