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In the Warehouse Version 1	By : Skeletoncrew Category: Comics > Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Views: 2537 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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WARNING! This story
is rated NC-17. It contains non-consensual sex acts. If you are under 18, or if this just isn’t your thing, don’t read it!style="mso-spacerun: yes"> You have been advised.
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*Fanfare* And now, on to the story!style="mso-spacerun: yes"> (As always feedback is appreciated!style="mso-spacerun: yes"> It can be private messaged to me at the Technodrome forums, or I can be e-mailed at msdragonlady13@yahoo.com
In the Warehouse
By Skeletoncrew
Here she was again. Abducted, taken to an abandoned warehouse, gagged, bound, and waiting to be rescued. What was taking them so long? It felt like she had been here forever. The wooden chair was getting terribly uncomfortable. She looked down at the dirty concrete floor. At least her feet weren’t tied together; her captor had instead removed her belt and belted her to the back of the chair with it. She stretched her legs out and shifted her position trying to get more comfortable. Unfortunately the movement attracted her captor’s attention.
yes"> Shredder walked into her line of sight and stopped directly in front of her. She couldn’t see anything of his expression except his eyes, but it looked like he was smirking.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Unable to speak through the gag, she glared at him. Of course I’m uncomfortable you ass! You think I enjoy spending my afternoon tied to a chair?
“Oh, if looks could kill! You’re going to wrinkle your pretty face if you keep that up,” he mocked her.
She let out a frustrated huff. I’d like to wipe that look off of your face! She lowered her gaze and was treated to a view of his admittedly spectacular abdominal muscles moving as he laughed at her. He reached down and placed his hand under her chin, lifting her fact to look at him. The hard steel of the backs of his blades against the soft skin of her neck alarmed her, her eyes widening slightly at his touch.
“Can’t say I blame you for being annoyed, those wretched turtles are taking an awfully long time rescuing you today.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> I’m starting to get a little frustrated. I had such a fool-proof plan.”style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Her eyes wandered around the room.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> That would explain why I haven’t seen Rocksteady or Bebop, he left the fools at home.
“I can assure you that we’re quite alone Miss O’Neil.”style="mso-spacerun: yes"> He ran the back of his blades along her jawbone and down her neck to her collarbone. She gasped in response. “A little touchy are we?” He turned his hand over and moved his thumb lightly across the hollow of her neck, sliding his fingers under her collar.
April tensed, feeling her skin crawl under his hand.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> She did not at all like the direction this appeared to be headed. Her thoughts turned to the Turtles. style='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'>Guys? Where are you? You’re supposed to be saving me from the jerk-off.
“Nervous?” Shredder brought his other hand forward and felt along her neck and shoulder on the other side. His voice took on a patronizing tone, “You’re so tense.”
April’s mouth went dry and she broke into a sweat.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> If she weren’t gagged she’d be screaming at him to get his filthy hands off of her right now. Please show up now.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Get this guy away from me.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> She glared at Shredder again.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Get away from me asshole; they’re going to be here any minute!style="mso-spacerun: yes"> You’d better go watch for them and leave me the hell alone!
Shredder appeared to notice the tiny droplets forming on her skin. The hand that had been squeezing her shoulder released and moved to the front of her shirt.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> “You look a little hot, allow me.”
She jerked back in the seat as he pulled down the zipper on the front of her jumper. Her movement yanked it from his grasp, but not before he’d gotten it down below her bust line. His right hand tightened around the base of her neck. She could feel her pulse racing under his grasp. He shook his head at her, “Careful April, I’d hate to accidentally impale you.” His eyes traveled from hers down to her breasts and he slid his right hand to the back of her neck.
April squeezed her eyes shut as she saw his left hand move forward again. No. Don’t.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> She heard the zipper moving again and blushed as she felt herself becoming more exposed. He stopped when he came to her belt and moved his hand back up to push her top open. “Lovely,” he breathed.
Her eyes flew open and she glanced down at herself.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> She was wearing her nicest black lace bra. The one that was embroidered with purple and teal, and gave her breasts that extra push that made them look even fuller. Why did I have to wear something sexy under my jumpsuit today?
He looked up at her and she quickly turned her face away, staring at the wall. “No need to be ashamed Miss O’Neil,” Shredder’s hand moved to cup her left breast, “unless of course, you’re getting excited?” She shook her head wildly in response and bit at the gag in anger.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Damn it! Where are the Turtles when she needs them most?
As though he could read his mind, Shredder addressed her, “I don’t think your rescue is coming.” His hands moved to her belt, “No point in keeping you strapped to this chair.”style="mso-spacerun: yes"> He unbuckled the belt and let it fall to the floor. Standing, he carefully raised her to her feet. April felt confusion as he helped her stand. Was he letting her go? No. As soon as he had her up, he took her place on the chair and pulled her sideways onto his lap. She let out a muffled cry and struggled briefly, quieting only when she felt his blades on her breastbone.
“That’s better. Now lay back.” He pushed her so that she’d lie against his left arm.
She reluctantly tried to relax. You can’t fight him April. He’s bigger, stronger, covered in edged weapons, and probably wouldn’t shed a tear if he ‘accidentally impaled’ you. It might even excite him.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Shredder began pushing her jumpsuit back over her shoulders. He forced it down almost to her elbows, manipulating her like a doll. Clutching her hip with his left hand, he began to run his right over the front of her body. She trembled slightly as he explored her naked skin, always returning to her satin and lace encapsulated breasts.
Any time now guys, any time. Please bust in here and stop this before it gets much farther. Oh God!style="mso-spacerun: yes"> She inhaled sharply as he slid one of the blades between her breasts and under her bra. With a quick twist and tug he sliced it open. He then folded back each cup, exposing her breasts to the air.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Her nipples hardened automatically at the change in temperature.
“Are you certain you’re not getting excited?” Shredder began lightly tracing circles around her left breast, moving inward until he reached the nipple. April felt a twinge through her body as he started flicking his finger back and forth across the erect nipple. Just as it was starting to ache from the stimulation, he stopped and moved his hand to the other breast.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> He changed tactics, massaging this one with firm yet gentle pressure. style='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'>I don’t know what’s worse, the fact that I’m being sexually assaulted by someone I despise, or the fact that it feels good.
She let out a gasp as he turned his hand over and began teasing her body with the dull side of his blades. The thought of being cut by them terrified her and she tried to pull away in every place he touched her. She could tell he was smiling under the mask, amused by her twitches, she could also feel a growing hardness pressing against her leg.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Pervert!style="mso-spacerun: yes"> I hope the Turtles rip you apart when they get here.
Without any warning, he reached around her and ripped at one of her sleeves. She let out a cry of horror and clenched her eyes shut. The sound of tearing fabric filled her ears as she shook in fear of the bite of those blades. Just as suddenly, the noise stopped. She was completely naked from the waist up, and surprisingly unscratched. April realized that she had been whimpering and quieted herself.
Shredder’s breathing had quickened during his assault on her clothing, “Ah much better. You know, you’re cute when you make those scared little noises. I think I like you much better when you can’t talk.”
She made a noise of protest and he resumed fondling her breasts as she attempted to curse him out. After about a minute she realized the futility of trying to talk.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> It was only amusing him more.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Fine then. I won’t react.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> He can do whatever he likes to me and I won’t give him the pleasure of a response-Oh sweet-ah-oh!style="mso-spacerun: yes"> April couldn’t suppress the moan of pleasure that erupted when he lightly pinched and twisted one of her nipples in the way that always made her curl her toes. style='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'>Oh yes! Oh no, no, no, no!
“I heard that,” he whispered in her ear.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Releasing the nipple, he trailed his hand lightly down her belly and pulled the zipper of her jumpsuit the rest of the way down. “How nice, matching panties.”
He began to tear at the remains of the jumpsuit.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> This time she resisted.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> April kicked and struggled to get out of his grasp. Help! Don’t let this happen. Please save me. She imagined her friends bursting into the room, Leonardo leading the charge against her attacker. Righteously striking him down with their weapons. But her fantasy came to naught. Her heroes did not appear.
When she finally ceased struggling she found herself pinned to the floor underneath Shredder. Her jumpsuit lay in tatters several feet away, and she bled from a long gash in her calf. She panted with exhaustion while shivering at the sensation of cold concrete against the front of her body.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Shredder’s leg plates made a horrible screeching noise as he shifted his position to straddle her waist.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> “That was extremely foolish of you, Miss O’Neil. You know very well that you’re no match for me. Especially not with your hands tied.”
He’s right.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> I’m such an idiot. Why can’t I just accept that he’s running this show?style="mso-spacerun: yes"> If I submit to him, maybe I’ll make it out of this in one piece. Then I’ll kick the Turtles’ asses for not getting here in time.
“Speaking of hands, it looks like you may be losing circulation in them. I’d be willing to untie them if you’ll promise not to make another ridiculous escape attempt. Do you promise?”
After a moment’s hesitation she nodded.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> He released the ropes and she awkwardly brought her arms forward, stretching them out in front of her body.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> For a few minutes she was aware of nothing but the painful prickling of the blood rushing back to her freed limbs.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Now what? She reached up to remove the annoying gag.
Shredder quickly leaned forward and pinned her wrists to the floor. “No. The gag stays.” He stood and pulled her up after him. Releasing one wrist, he spun her around to fhim.him. He shook his head disapprovingly, “Look at you, you’re all dusty.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Brush yourself off.”style="mso-spacerun: yes"> He released her other hand and stood watching her.
She hesitated a moment before doing as he commanded.style='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'> Just do what he says. It will buy you more time. They will get here. A little embarrassment is better than dying. They will save you.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Maybe they’re stuck in traffic.
Once he felt that she was sufficiently clean, he guided her over to a corner of the room where there was a small pile of cloth sacks.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> He removed his cape and handed it to her, “Spread it out there,” and pointed to the pile.
April could almost feel his eyes on her ass as she bent over to perform the task. She knew from experience what sort of effect thong underwear had on men.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> She felt goose bumps rising along her back. He’ll probably just unzip and take me as is. At least I wouldn’t have to look at him.
“Good.” She straightened up and turned to face him, crossing her arms over her breasts.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> “Now lie down on it.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Face up. Keep your hands where I can see them. You can leave them on those gorgeous tits if you feel the need to be modest.” She blushed and uncrossed her arms defiantly before doing as ordered
As soon as she was on her back, he knelt down; and still watching her, removed his greaves. He set them down several feet away, and lay down on his side next to her.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> “Now then, where were we?style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Ah yes, I remember.”style="mso-spacerun: yes"> His eyes sparkled.
April groaned inwardly as he caught up her wrists with just one of his hand and pinned them above her head. I’ve never felt so helpless in all my life. His other hand began gently working at her breasts again. He’s just toying with me.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> He could have had me several times by now; instead he’s given me more foreplay than some of the guys I’ve dated.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Why is he doing this?
“You know Miss O’Neil, it is one thing to make a woman who likes you orgasm, it’s another thing entirely to make one who hates you do the same.”
Oh-ho!style="mso-spacerun: yes"> So that was his game!style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Well, he was not going to get the satisfa- April’s thoughts scattered and her body writhed as he pulled of the nipple twisting trick again. This time he drew the sensation out even longer making her body writhe against his.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> She could feel herself becoming wet in response. Damn that felt good. She let out a small moan. Shredder then slowly trailed his hand down her body.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> She squeezed her legs tightly together when he reached her panties, but he just slid his hand as far down her thigh as he could reach. His hand hovered for a moment over the valley formed by her closed legs. He made a fist, bringing the sharp blades down to just touch the soft flesh.
April’s eyes went wide at the touch of the steel.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> He began moving his hand upwards, forcing her to spread her legs to avoid being cut. She couldn’t help whimpering a little as he approached her most delicate of parts. But instead of slicing her, he extended his fingers to touch her. She could hear his breathing quicken as he felt her through the black satin. He looked into her eyes, “Your panties are soaked through,” his attention returned to the bit of cloth, “I think its time to remove them.”
She tensed as she felt a blade sliding against her skin; but once more, he tore only cloth. He dangled the thong before her for a second before tossing it; and mercifully, the blades he wore on that hand, to the side. Thank God!style="mso-spacerun: yes"> April relaxed a little despite the situation. At least I won’t have to worry about being accidentally circumcised.
Once more, he took his time touching her, exploring her thighs and the downy softness of her pubic hair before finally sliding a finger across her slit. By then she was practically dripping. style='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'>As much as I hate to admit it, he’s good.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> She felt her labia being parted, and then a light caress on her clitoris. style='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'>Very good. But I won’t let him win. I’m not going to let him.<:p>
April closed her eyes and tried to think of the least exciting things she could; doing taxes, meetings with Mr. Thompson, cleaning her apartment, but was unable to distract herself from the growing need between her legs. Shredder had spread her pussy wide beneath his hand. His middle finger was deep inside of her, moving back and forth as his palm rubbed against her swollen clit. She could feel his arousal as well; his erection was pressed against her hip.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> He ground it against her, silently suggesting that she could have something much more filling inside of her.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> She whimpered slightly.
“You want it don’t you?” April shook her head. “You’re lying.” He slid another finger in and she moaned. “You want my cock inside you.” She shook her head again, but her hips betrayed her, jerking forward against his hands to plunge his fingers deeper.
”I thought so.” Her tormenter withdrew his fingers, leaving her throbbing for more. In an instant he was atop her, his legs forcing hers farther apart.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> He released her hands so he could discard the other set of blades, but she made no move to escape.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Instead, she reached forward to run her hands over his chiseled chest, as he undid his pants. I can’t believe I’m giving in like this, but I feel like I’m going to explode if he doesn’t fuck me.
Her eyes traveled farther down his body, and he lifted his shirt for her, exposing his erect manhood. A little pre cum glistened at the head. She whimpered and reached for it, savoring the feel of its hardness in her hands. She wanted it in her.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> She begged him with her eyes and grasped his hips, trying to pull him onto her, but her resisted. Looking into her eyes with a mocking expression, he spoke, “I’ll ask just once more. Do you want me inside you?”
This time she nodded. Please, please fuck me!style="mso-spacerun: yes"> I need it; I need you, just fuck me!style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Fuck me you bastard!style="mso-spacerun: yes"> He finally relented, leaning forward and catching up her wrists to pin her down first. She trembled with anticipation as his erection rubbed against the wet entrance to her vagina. He teased her with it briefly before thrusting into her. She let out a load moan of pleasure and moved her hips against him.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> He began rhythmically thrusting into her mixing shallow strokes with deep. She wrapped her legs around his waist, seeking to pull him in deeper, harder.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> She gasped and made tiny whimpering noises with each thrust. Harder, harder, oh yes fuck me hard. Pound me! Yes!style="mso-spacerun: yes"> I’m-
“Coming! Oh God yes! Yes!” April’s body writhed as she orgasmed, the blankets falling off of her, exposing her to the cool night air. Her eyes flew open as the spasms subd. “Wha-?” She blinked, looking around the room. A dream.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> It had all been a dream.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> The sensations were real enough though; she looked down at herself and extracted her hand from her wet panties.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Great.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Some people sleepwalk, I sleep mastur.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> She sat up and wiped her fingers off on the sheets. If I’m gonna have dreams like that, why can’t I dream about someone like Sean Connery? She shuddered and hugged herself. style='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'>Shredder! Ick. I’ll never be able to look at him the same again!
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