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Thread: The Vulture and the Butterfly

Shilo was on the verge of having a panic attack as she heard her name being called. Her father would take her home and change the locks to the house and her bedroom. She'd be a prisoner again and she wasn't quite ready to give up her freedom just yet. Worse, if he found her with Graverobber, well....she didn't know what he would do. She was sure he would jump to some conclusion that she had been kidnapped and it didn't help the matter that her blouse had been slit down the middle. Hurry! She whispered fiercely, seeming startled when he whirled her around. She knewly fell against his chest, feeling a wave of dizziness overcome her for a moment or two from the momentum he had used to pull her back towards him. No! What was wrong with him? They had to run! She could see the outline of her father approaching them and immediately despaired. It was all over.... She heard Graverobber curse and before she could catch her next breath she suddenly found herself up against the cold stone wall of a rather large tomb. She made a small noise of surprise as his cold hands lifted her so easily, holding her in place with a knee between her legs. Her eyelashes fluttered for a second or two as she realized his face was very close. His body was against hers, so close he could problably feel her heart beating as fast as a humming bird's wings. What...what was he trying to do? His knee between her legs happened to be pushing against a very sensitive spot Before she could ask, Gravrobber stole her first kiss! Her eyes shot open wide and a small hand raised, almost as if to push him away. It never happened. Her hand hovered in mid-air for a few seconds before settling in his hair, gripping soft strands. Her lips were still and utterly petal soft against his for the first few moments, unsure what to do. This was not the gentle kiss Romeo gave to his Juliet. It was not how she would have imagined her own first kiss at all either. It was fast, fierce and made those butterflies in her stomach drop lower to flutter between her legs. He kissed her hard enough to bruise and the poor little lamb didn't know what to do. She tensed as she heard footsteps, her breasts heaving against his chest, so close to hyperventilating. The rapid rise and fall of her chest actualy helped make this more believable, as it looked as if she were panting like a bitch in heat. Her little lips were still against his until that moment. Something sprung into her, some strange entity that forced her to behave wantonly. Daddy's little girl vanished. She threw a leg around his waist and suddenly began to kiss back, though it was nowhere near as experience as Graverobber.
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Graverobber could see him from the corner of his eye the man was silver-haired and tall with broad-shoulders, but he was worn thin by life in the city, and everything about him indicated a normally proper man, but now there was a wild, dishevelled look to him, even though he was wearing a carefully pressed suit and - - was that blood on his face? Graverobber threw himself wholeheartedly into their act, and at first he felt Shilo's shock, felt her staying completely still against him, and for a moment he thought she would slap him, but then - no, her little pulse was fluttering wildly against his chest, and he could feel her breasts heaving, though that may have been panic. Her lips were soft and pliable, and she seemed to be clueless as to what she should be doing, until, suddenly - - a response. A very enthusiastic one, in fact. He felt her hands go into his hair, felt her mouth begin to move clumsily against his, her thin frame moving close, he even felt one of her legs slip up around his waist, curling around him in a way that actually surprised him. Graverobber nearly forgot himself then, one of his hands slipping to Shilo's backside, squeezing, and his thigh pressed a little closer between her legs, shifting just a little. And then he was gone, Nathan had passed by them, a frantic father searching for his little girl, unaware that he had gone right by her. Graverobber pulled back then, setting Shilo onto her feet and grasping her arm, once again beginning to steer her away in the off-chance her father doubled back. This is a bad idea, he said in a low voice as he ushered her along, doing his best to ignore the problem that was developing under his suddenly incredibly tight pants, I'm just stating it for the record.
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Shilo had no idea what she was doing, except that she must be doing it right because she felt a hand drop to her backside,squeezing and drawing her in closer. She could feel every inch of him, from his chest to his waist, pressed against her. She made a soft sound, something between a soft sigh and a moan as his thigh shifted between her legs, pressing against her slickening heat there. Her hands gripped his broad shoulders, sliding around to curl a hand around the back of his neck, her little fingers urging his mouth harder against her own. She forgot about her father, lost in those firm lips which set her pulse racing. Her reactions were instinctual and her skin seemed overly sensitive, not used to being touched at all. Her other leg curled around his waist, locking around his back. From anyone's point of view they looked like typical street trash about to fuck in the graveyard, a common thing to do these days. She made another soft sound as he pulled away so quickly, startling her. She looked dazed, her soft pink lips swollen from the intensity of his kiss which seemed to give her a sultry image. A hand pressed against her tingling lips, staring at him as if he had sprouted a second head. His hand grabbed her arm and they were suddenly on the run again. A small fire raged in her veins, her body ached and tingled in strange places. I'm sorry to be so much trouble.... She said when her wits finally returned, glancing anxiously behind them. No sign of her father. ....and just so you know, my blood disease is genetically passed. You can't get it. She seemed a bit offended for a second, but she supposed with all the diseases running rampant on the streets, he was just being cautious. Where are we going?
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Graverobber continued to usher Shilo along, moving her through parts of the graveyard, weaving through more tombstones before finally directing her down a gaping opening in a huge cement brick wall - it looked almost as though someone had come through with a sledgehammer to create a doorway. And when they stepped through, it was like stepping into a different world entirely, as dark and dank as it still was, the smell of death was suddenly gone, replaced with the only slightly more pleasant smell of life - they had stepped into a twisting back alley, and it was decorated with lights that signified the exits of buildings, and dotted with the brights and darks of various hookers. They're pretty grabby, Graverobber said, leaning in to speak into Shilo's ear, But don't be afraid if they try to touch you, they're just not used to seeing pretty things around here, and you look about as untouched as they come. Just make eye contact, don't let them stare you down and you'll be fine. He did, however, keep close to Shilo, one arm around her shoulders in a near protective manner as they walked through, a woman clad in only red leather approached, and her dark eyes scanned Shilo for a moment before moving up to the Graverobber, I need a hit of the glow, Graverobber, she said, and her voice was raw and scratchy, her eyes were sleepy and bloodshot, but they were roving over Graverobber like he was a tall, cool drink of water in a vast desert, I don't have the money though, baby, can I pay you another way? Her eyes fell just below his waist, and discovered the problem he'd developed just moments ago, and she smirked, It's not you. he assured her with a smile of his own, and the hooker's smirk vanished Graverobber continued on with Shilo, calling back, Get back to me when you've got the coin. I've got customers who'll pay.
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Shilo's eyes widened as they left the graveyard. She'd never been beyond the cemetary, not once in her life so it was understandable how she reacted to the dark streets and glittering business signs as if she were in a circus. It was all so new to her that she didn't seem to see anything except beauty all around her. That was Shilo, she'd find a way to make a dumpster seem like a castle if given the chance. Being locked in her room all her life had led to her developing a large imagination. Then she saw them. Women dressed in tight leather bondage and fetish outfits. None of them looked very healthy, but they showed plenty of skin. Shilo had never felt so self-conscious of being fully dressed before. She pulled his coat closer around herself as he whispered in her ear, bushing when he called her pretty. She could feel their eyes on her and she wondered what they thought of her, a small half dressed girl wearing Graverobber's coat to keep warm when they barely had any clothes on at all in the chilly night air. Hi... She said in a meek tone of voice, not sure she liked the looks they were throwing Graverobber. Her body tensed as the hooker in red approached, instinctively leaning in closer to Graverobber. The hooker didn't seem to notice her at all, too busy trying to bargain with the zydrate dealer. She gasped as the hooker offered herself as payment, shocked. She looked confused for a moment as the whore smirked, wondering what she saw that made her so smug. It didn't matter. Graverobber turned her down. Graverobber. A sultry voice crooned as a raven haired scalpel slut approached. Except this scalpel slut was the infamous Amber Sweet, dressed to the nines in tight fitting black bondage gear. I need the Z. She purred, shoving Shilo out of the way so that she could press her curves against him without shame or care. Her hips ground agianst the hard bulge in his pants, mouth moving near his neck as she moaned provocatively. Her body moved like sin against his, holding up a handful of credits. Nevermind how she got the money. She wanted Zydrate. Give it to me baby...
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Graverobber's eyes had been on Shilo, inspecting her face for her reactions - she was wide eyed, stunned by the world around her - and then he heard a voice, one that he easily recognized because of how frequently he heard it these days. He lifted his head to look at her, his expression casual, but he didn't expect her to be standing so close so quickly, and his eyebrows snapped upwards as Amber invaded his personal space in every possible way, advancing on him. He didn't even have the time to back away, because Amber was on him, slowly grinding her body against his, her hips pressing against him and what was currently a painful arousal instinctively, his eyes fell closed, and a small, low noise escaped him, but he forced his eyes open again when he felt her breath on him. He put his hands on her hips, and Amber smiled her doped up smile, but he shoved her aside, stepping past her and behind her, and he spoke into her ear, and held the Zydrate out in front of her, You're the last person in the world I want to bear my throat to, he said, Let's just say I don't trust your lineage. He took the credits from her one hand, and pushed the Zydrate into her other, and he had to resist closing his eyes again when she backed her rear into his front, I don't have to be facing you, she purred, and Graverobber backed away, leaving her standing there, looking over her shoulder at him, and the look of dopey ease was gone from her face, replaced with a slowly simmering anger. Graverobber put a hand out for Shilo, and gave a mocking half-bow to Amber. I'm busy. he replied.
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Shilo gave a startled gasp as she was pushed aside, taking a few uneasy steps backwards while Amber shamelessly threw herself at Graverobber. Wasn't that Amber Sweet? She'd seen her on the news lately. But aren't you..... A hand clapped over her mouth, pulling her backwards towards the prostitute's who quickly circled her like hungry predators. She was so confused. Amber was supposed to be the spokesperson for the new Zydrate abuse center and here she was,buying street stuff. She was so naive to believe the faces she saw on the television were real. It didn't matter, she had other problems now as the prositutes circled her, reaching out to touch her baby soft cheeks and other parts of her body. Don't say nothin' around Amber. She's got a mean temper. The prostitute who had saved her from Miss Sweet's wrath was dressed in a dark gothic miniskirt and tight corset. Aren't you a sweet little thing. Can't be much older then my lil' girl. Another prostitute pinched her cheeks, a woman who looked young enough to be Shilo's sister thanks to plastic surgery. I'm seventeen. Shilo offered, keeping an eye on Graverobber from time to time as he handed over a glowing vial of Zydrate. The prostitutes all laughed together. Seventeen? I don't believe it. Where's your tits kid? Shilo jumped as she felt hands on her chest, parting the folds of the coat that Graverobber had so kindly given her. She was protesting the entire time. I found them! Ha, if you can call these mosquito bites tits... The girls were making fun of her, but they weren't being nearly as cruel as they could have been. Still, Shilo curled her arms over her bared chest, causing another round of laughter. Don't worry hun. You can get surgery to fix those and it doesn't even hurt, not if you're on Zydrate. One of the girls crooned. But....I don't want surgery. Another round of laughter, making the poor girl's cheeks burn. You don't want surgery? What's wrong with you. Don't you want men to notice you? Here. I think I can help. What'd you do, run into a harvester?' One of the prostitute's fiddled with the blouse she wore, sticking a pin through the middle to keep the edges tied together around the center of her chest. Her blouse now formed an X shape. Some of her cleavage was visible, but the blouse came together just shy of revealing her whole breasts and broke apart again to leave her entire flat, pale stomach visible. She still felt incredibly exposed though... Shilo was polite enough to thank them, just as Amber's smoldering gaze fell upon the girl. MissSweet marched over to Shilo and the whores swiftly rushed out of her way. The girl yelped as Amber gripped her chin, forcing her to look up. Amber examined the brat for a few moments before giving a disgusted snort and pushing her towards Graverobber. I didn't know you had a thing for kids Graverobber, or should I call you Cradlerobber? A round of snickers broke out from the junkies. You better watch yourself, tramp. Amber hissed. She was pissed. No one turned her away, no one. Shilo hurried to Graverobber's side and hid behind him until Amber was out of sight. What was that about?
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From the corner of his eye, Graverobber could see the prositutes making their rounds on Shilo, but he knew they wouldn't hurt her - and as far as he was concerned, if Shilo wanted to experience life on the streets, this was a fairly accurate presentation of it. After all, her rose-tinted lenses had to be broken at some point - just part of him wished it didn't have to happen this way, he felt a little like he was responsible for destroying what little innocence was left around the godforsaken city. And part of him could even understand why a father would keep his kid locked up around there - but until she was seventeen? And what was this disease she had - there were a lot of things ghosting around the city cancers and viruses, organ failures and respiratory diseases, but aside from being skinny, she looked healthy. He found his eyes dropping to her flat stomach. She looked very healthy. He shook himself out of it, because Amber Sweet was approaching Shilo now, her nastiness shining through the way it always did whenever she couldn't have her way Sweet was a spoiled brat, she'd been given everything by her father, anything she asked for, she recieved, so she'd become used to it, and she had become encapsulated by a sense of entitlement. That night, she wanted him, and because she couldn't have him, she would take it out on someone else - after all, she still needed him for the Zydrate. He pulled a face of mock-insult as Amber shoved Shilo towards him, I'm hurt, Amber, he said, stepping himself in front of Shilo as though to hide her from Amber's glare, and he stepped up to her, letting his hand ghost over Amber's face, and he watched her expression of anger flicker to one of self-satisfaction, as though she thought she had won something tonight, that maybe he was changing his mind, But the truth is, he said, running a thumb over her bottom lip, and he felt her smile against his fingers before he suddenly pulled away from her, I'm just not in the market for an aging scalpel slut. His dark lips pulled into a smile and he held his hands up in the air as a sort of shrug, and Amber's expression twisted into an ugly one of anger as he hit a sensitive spot with his jab. He expected it when she moved to slap him, so he simply took a step backwards and watched her strike air, staggering on her three inch heels before straightening up and whirling around to leave, her bodyguards trailing along with her. He turned back to Shilo then, Just business, he said casually.
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Shilo kept out of Amber's sight, using Graverobber's body as a bit of a shield. She might be naive, but she obviously had enough sense to know when to keep her head down and hide. Her head peeked out from behind the zydrate dealer as he reached out to touch Amber's face, to pacify her. Then suddenly he was gone, behind Miss Sweet and she was an open target. Laughter sounded from the whores who were watching this theatrical performance of Graverobber. It was amusing how every single prostitute went silent as Amber's enraged face turned in their direction. Shilo had taken shelter against a nearby wall, looking small and frail as Amber and her bodyguards passed. She didn't breath again until the other woman was gone. Some of the prostitutes and druggies applauded Graverobber for putting that haughty little princess in her place. Finally Shilo approached him again, sticking much closer to his side. Obviously Graverobber knew a lot more then her. Her head turned as she heard catcalls and more laughter behind her. Don't you go corruptin' that lil' thing too much Graverobber! But if you do, bring her back. I've got a customer who likes'em young and sweet. One of the prositute's called out, causing Shilo to shiver and grip his hand. And that was one of the less vulgar comments. They all appeared to be singing 'Cradlerobber' as Shilo and Graverobber drifted out of sight. Shilo had created quite a bit of gossip. They all wondered where a man like him had found an untouched little thing like her and just what he planned to do with her. It didn't take much imagination to pinpoint who had made his pants tent. I thought Amber Sweet was in charge of the Zydrate support center..... Shilo said softly, once they were out of that alley there wasn't much else to see. The occassional grunt and groan of a prostitute being fucked against a dark alley wall by a paying customer, but for the most part it was peaceful. Her little hand still gripped his, though it had loosened with time. She barely seemed to notice she had ahold of his hand at all. She wondered what all the fuss was about. Zydrate? That glowing little vial of fluid? Why do they all need zydrate so much? They could just stop having surgeries.
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It was mildly amusing to Graverobber, how running into Amber Sweet had nearly been enough to put a damper on a fairly impressive hard-on, he was almost grateful for her presence, because now he was actually able to walk without feeling bow-legged. It was easy for him to ignore the coos and giggles of the prostitutes around him none of them really meant anything by it, the nattering and backtalk was just something they did, in the end they'd all come right back to him and play nice anyways - he had something they wanted, and they all knew it. The balance of power was uneven, and Graverobber didn't take advantage of it, but he was very aware of it - yes, he had control over these women, and if he had the taste for it, he could have asked them to do anything and they would, willingly and eagerly. Some of them would do it even if it wasn't for the drug. But Graverobber wasn't enough of a lech to ask for favours he liked his partners willing and sober, but that possibility had become so rare that it was almost non-existant. Years of dealing with drugged up women, he supposed, had put him off the idea of ever getting close to one - and taking advantage just really wasn't his thing. It wasn't that he was a good guy or anything either - he was just an okay guy. Amber Sweet appears to be a lot of things, Graverobber said, and he was so used to the world around him that he didn't even notice the two men who were fucking like rabbits just a few feet away, But her face changes from week to week. He tapped his finger to his bottom lip in thought, trying to think of a way he could explain it, You have to take a pill for your disease, he said, When you get an attack, you have to take it, yeah? Well, people who take Zydrate are a little like that, except they inflicted the disease on themselves - they took it once, liked it, took it again, and then again. Eventually, they've shot up with Zydrate so many times that their body craves it and they go a little loopy without it. Even if they stop getting elective surgeries, they'll still want the Z. He lifted his shoulders in a shrug then, leading her out of the mouth of the alleyway and towards another dank looking backalley.
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Shilo listened to his explanation for the junkies' zydrate addiction, nodding her head afterward to show she understood. It seemed sad, how desperate some of those women where for a 'hit of the glow'. I don't even like taking my medication. She sulked, glancing idily at the watch still adorning her wrist as it beeped 'Medication reminder' . She looked a bit paler, as if interacting with the prostitutes and Amber had drained a little something from it. It was most likely all the excitement. Her breath began to come faster as she fumbled with a small vial of medicine, dumping two blue crystals into her hand and swallowing quickly. Her hand shook for a moment until the medicine's effects began to kick in. She seemed perfectly fine afterwards. It was almost like an addiction to the poison her father offered her in the form of medicine. I'm ok... She said a few minutes later, a bit of color returning to her deathly pale skin. She didn't want him to take her back to her father or feel like he had caused that small flare of her blood disease. When he wasn't looking, curious little Shilo snuck one of the Zydrate vials out of the holster at his hip, holding it up. It glows like a nightlight... She said thoughtfully. Shilo wasn't really interested in Zydrate for it's numbing effects, no, she seemed purely fascinated with how pretty and bright it glowed. Strange kid. So...where are we going now?