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works/1317640.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Repo!_The_Genetic_Opera_(2008)
  Relationship:
      Nathan_Wallace/Shilo_Wallace, Nathan_Wallace_&_Shilo_Wallace,
      GraveRobber/Shilo_Wallace, Repo_Man/Shilo_Wallace
  Character:
      Nathan_Wallace, Shilo_Wallace, GraveRobber_(Repo!), Repo_Man_(Repo!)
  Additional Tags:
      Voyeurism, Daddy_Kink, Daddy_Issues, Father-Daughter_Relationship,
      Parent/Child_Incest, Incest, Older_Man/Younger_Woman, POV_First_Person,
      Rape, Rape/Non-con_Elements, Non-Consensual_Touching, Non-Consensual
      Bondage
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-03-15 Words: 1689
****** In Her Nightmare ******
by repossessme
Summary
     AU. Many of the events of the film have not occurred. Nathan has
     cameras set up all over Shilo's room, and Graverobber has taken
     advantage of that fact to torment him. Nathan has been put into a
     situation where he has two choices - and Repo Man takes hold.
Another night, another repossession. Bloody, violent and routine. When I
returned home, I found the note that had been stuffed into the keyhole.

Check the tape.

So the game continues, I thought to myself. I gritted my teeth and went
straight to my room, without so much as stopping in my lab to change, only
removing my helmet for comfort and sight reasons. I popped the newest tape out
and replaced it with a blank one, slipped the recording into the other VCR and
rewound the tape. There he was again, the Graverobber, approaching my Shi's
bed.

What are you going to do to me?
Nothing your daddy didn't tell me to.

I groaned, feeling myself growing hard from just that simple exchange. I
slipped my hand under the vinyls of my uniform, jerking slowly as I watched the
show unfold. I savored every moment - the way he undressed her, tied her up and
spread her, and the way she simply went along with it. All because she was okay
with anything that was done to her as long as I had called for it. I licked my
lips, seeing my Shi doing what her daddy wanted made me feel just as powerful
as wielding a scalpel. The troubling thought that it was Graverobber taking her
in my stead was in the back of my mind, but I couldn't stop watching. The
excitement that I had come to feel over the the way our game was advancing had
overruled the jealousy that I harbored; I was always waiting for his next
appearance in my tapes.

Alright, Mr. Wallace, now I want a turn to sit back and watch. Will Daddy be
her white knight or her worst demon?

I'd reached the end of the tape and after being taunted by Graverobber, I could
see how perfectly he had arranged her for me to find. Bound, gagged, splayed
open with every effort made to torment me. My pulse quickened. For years now, I
had only just avoided taking out my desires on her in the flesh – the tapes
provided an outlet for my perversions, I was able to watch her as much as I
wanted without her knowing the monster that lurked within her father. There
were times when I had touched her, yes, but she had always been asleep or
drugged – as if that made it any better, I smirked to myself. Somehow, still
being dressed as a Repo Man made me feel less guilty about it all. I think
that's why I only watched the tapes after coming home from work. I'm much less
'Nathan' when the demon takes hold.

After a bit of consideration, I made up my mind about what to do with this new
problem. I only had to decide how to go about it. Entering through her bedroom
door was ruled out quickly, she might be in the dark about my profession but I
knew she'd be able to put two and two together if I was so careless. I chose to
follow the Graverobber's example, and went in through the window. I felt like
my entrance had been far more stylish, however, as I had not simply scaled up
the trellis like some common home invader. I sent my hookshot up onto the roof
and deftly climbed the cable, kicking the window open and swinging inside in
one fluid sequence. I'd like to see him follow that one up.

There was my Shilo, the same frightened look on her face since the moment she
was first gagged. She seemed surprised when she realized it wasn't her friend
returning, but rather a different visitor altogether. I gloried in the fear
that played out over her face, she saw me now as those loan defaulters did – a
figure of horror, the modern day bogeyman made corporeal. Only I wasn't there
to slice her open, but subject her to something else entirely.

She began to writhe about wildly, pointlessly fighting at the ropes that held
her in place. I advanced to her bed, able to hear her strangled gurgles against
the ball-gag more clearly now. There were moments when it was hard to resist
comforting her, but I couldn't compromise my disguise and secret occupation. It
was always a strange sensation to slip back into the fatherly state of mind
when I was dressed this way, with all of the mental baggage and preparation
that went along with the outfit.

I climbed onto her bed and her struggling became more urgent, her cries more
strained. With her freshly fucked cunt just inches away, I watched her face as
I slipped two gloved fingers into her slit. Even with the gloves on, I could
feel how wet she had gotten for the Graverobber. My fingers slid into her so
easily that I probed her experimentally with a third. Her eyes screwed up in
her face and she continued to gurgle, though the vocalizations were somewhat
different. I couldn't tell if she was even more terrified now or simply
reacting to my touch. Perhaps a combination of both.

I hadn't gotten off to the tape, so after a bit of play, I was more than ready
for her. I unzipped my pants and slid them halfway down my thighs, stroking my
cock as a bit of pre-cum beaded at the tip. How long had I fantasized about
this moment? Too many years, though to be honest I had never imagined it quite
like this. In my fantasies, I made love to Shilo. Now I was simply going to
fuck her. All those years of pent up lust finally mingled with the more
sadistic side of me as I straddled her tiny hips and forced myself roughly
inside. Shilo shrieked behind the gag. Her pussy was so slick and warm, tight
yet accommodating, and I groaned, my mask thankfully muffling the sound as I
rutted atop my daughter. I captured one pert breast in my hand, rolling her
nipple between thumb and forefinger while my thrusts became more needful. I
shuddered as I drew closer to orgasm, Shilo's eyes were shut tight and her
entire body was a tangle of tensed muscles. I had sense enough to pull out
before I went over the edge, coming instead over the pale flesh of her stomach,
spasming as I defiled her - marked her - with my semen. Damn, that had been
glorious. I had actually worked myself up into such a furor that I was finding
it hard to catch my breath.

While I was hunched over, zipping my pants back up and panting, I became aware
of her eyes on me. It felt strange for her to look at me after I had fucked
her. But I reminded myself it wasn't me she was seeing, but a demon. I got up
off of her, walked to the middle of the room and threw my arms wide with
triumph for the camera. I stepped to the side to commit the visceral image of
my handiwork to film. When I was satisfied, I pumped her full of Z from the gun
I keep holstered while I work. You never know when it'll come in handy. I wiped
the fluid from her belly and made my exit, secure in the knowledge that my
visit would be only a sliver of a memory in her mind, a vague nightmare image
without details.

Outside her window, I pulled a pen and scrap of paper from my pocket and
scribbled hastily. I affixed the note to the trellis, out of view if she
happened to look out her window.

More than you bargained for? Below that, I jotted down the time-stamps that
marked the beginning and end of my assault on Shilo. If that fucker was going
to keep going through my tapes while I was out, might as well give him a look
at the demon in action.

I rappelled down the cable and retrieved my hook-shot, entered my home and
headed for the shower. Once cleansed and changed, I left my monstrous persona
behind in the lab. I still had one task ahead of me, and now that I had
fulfilled my base urges under the guise of Repo Man, I could free Shilo from
her bonds. As her father. Without any of those dangerous thoughts getting in
the way.

The keys jingled in the lock and I pushed her door open. As expected, Shilo was
unconscious. Averting my eyes out of some regained sense of decency, I
unstrapped her from the bed and removed her gag. I put the instruments away and
returned to her room. Only after I had dressed her languid form did she stir. I
froze in place. She looked up at me with some confusion, then alarm registered
in her eyes.

"Daddy, there was a man," she said, her speech thick with the drug.

"A man?" I willed myself to move. I sat on the edge of her bed and prepared her
medicine.

"Yes! Well, two," she said after a moment of thought, obviously trying to work
something out in her head. I handed her the glass and she frowned at it, her
eyebrows knitting together. "But one was a Repo Man."

I forced myself to laugh. "Nonsense! You've never had a surgery. Take your
medication."

"I swear dad, I saw him," she told me desperately. "Them."

I cupped her cheek in my hand, the very same hand that I had violated her with
only an hour or so earlier. "Shilo, you're having nightmares again. Drink."

She looked like she wanted to protest, but I pushed my glasses up the bridge of
my nose and gave her a stern look. She sighed, exasperated, and drank the
mixture.

"Go back to sleep, Shilo," I adjusted the wig on her head. "It was just a bad
dream."

She rolled her eyes but laid back down, curling up into her comforter. Pleased,
I locked the door behind me when I left.

My lips quirked into a smile as I walked the corridor back to my room. I had
two new tapes to label.
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