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08/19/03

In the Warehouse:
Sweet Revenge

By Skeletoncrew

Here he was again. Waiting for those goddamn Turtles. It just wasn’t like them to take this long. He paced silently, watching, listening, and wishing for some sign of his enemies’ arrival. He paused and scowled out of a break in the dirt-encrusted window. He had much better things to be doing with his time, than waiting for those do-gooders inevitable attempt to thwart his scheme. A slight sound of movement caught his attention and he whirled around, relishing the rustle of his cape as it swung behind him.

He studied the source of the noise. His captive was shifting her weight and
stretching out her legs. She let out a
little sigh of what might well be boredom.
Boredom. Why should he be bored
just because those freaks were taking their time walking into his trap? Might as well see what entertainment he
could get out of his prisoner Shredder moved around the chair to stand in front
of his prisoner, placing his hands carefully on his hips and inflating his
chest before addressing her haughtily, “Uncomfortable Miss O’Neil?”

Her green eyes glittered with rage as her teeth worked
impotently at the gag in her mouth, the muffled noises she made nowhere near
articulate. She must have real the the
futility of trying to speak and instead chose to grace him with a scowl. He smirked down at her from behind his mask.
“Oh, if looks could kill! You’re going
to wrinkle your pretty face if you keep that up,” his voice took on a mocking
tone.

A blush overtook her face and he watched with amusement as
her glare intensified. She let out a
frustrated little snort and jerked her eyes downward. Her annoyance was sheer joy to him and he burst into laughter. Taking away the ability to use her sharp
tongue was a stroke of brilliance. He
was getting under her skin in ways he had never had before. Stifling his laughter, he caught her chin in
his hand and lifted her face so he could enjoy her expressions as he taunted
her further. “Can’t say I blame you for
being annoyed, those wretched Turtles are taking an awful long time rescuing
you today. I’m starting to get a little
frustrated myself,” he paused, “I had
such a fool-proof plan.”

Her eyes broke his gaze and wandered around the room as
though seeking something, perhaps a sign of her imminent rescue? Time to squash those hopes. “I can assure you that we’re quite alone
Miss O’Neil.” Desiring her full
attention, Shredder turned his hand over and slid the back of his blades
delicately across her smooth jaw and down.
At the touch of the cold metal, her eyes flicked back to hid wid widened
as she let out a gasp. Something inside
him stirred in response to her fearful reaction. He decided to press farther.

“A little touchy are we?”
He lifted his hand, just barely scraping her collarbone with the tip of
his blades, and lowered his hand to her skin.
His thumb settled in the hollow of her neck and he pushed his fingers
outwards, sliding them under her collar.
Her reaction was instantaneous and gratifying. Her pulse increased its speed and pounded against the side of his
forefinger, her quickening breath moved her smooth skin under his hand. She was scared. How perfect.
“Nervous?” Shredder reached
forward with his left hand, brushing her jaw with his thumb as he reached back
to slip his hand down her neck. He
grasped her shoulder briefly, relishing the tightness of her muscles under his
hand. “You’re so tense,” he spoke as
though concerned and was rewarded with a weak glare.

He fher her grow warmer under his hands, and smiled as tiny
droplets began to form on her forehead.
What was it that she feared?
He’d threatened her life many times, but never had he seen her break
into a nervous sweat. Her face had
paled, and despite her look of defiance, she was panting like a cornered
beast. But what was it that frightened
her? Violation? It would be easy enough to find out. He released his grip on her shoulder and
moved his hand deliberately to the zipper on her jumper. “You look a little hot, allow me,” he pulled
the zipper quickly downwards.

Her reaction was more than he’d hoped for. She jerked back, tilting the chair onto its
back legs, and actually yanked the zipper out of his grasp. Not bad.
He tightened his grip on the base of her neck and pushed her forward,
settling the chair back into place. She
appeared to be on the verge of hyperventilation. Excellent. He k hik his
head at her disapprovingly, “Careful April, I’d hate to accidentally impale you.” He sensed her scorn at the comment, and
sought to bring her under control again.
He moved his hand deliberately to the zipper; watching her tense under
his grasp and squeeze her eyes tight. Shivers went down his spine.

He tugged the zipper downward at a torturously slow pace;
she seemed to shiver slightly at each click.
As more of her creamy flesh became exposed, he found himself studying
her body, noticing a few pale freckles atop her breastbone; the creaminess of
her skin; and the bold curves of her breasts, forced upwards and together by a
satiny black bra. His mind wandered
back to their situation. It was
entirely possible that the Turtles would show up at some point soon. They may or may not trip the alarms he
set. If they didn’t, he’d only have a
few seconds warning before they were on him, and oh boy would they ever be
pissed at him. The hothead would
probably have an aneurism. Something
stirred deep inside him and his pulse picked up slightly. He realized that he was getting turned on. The zipper came to a stop at her white
leather belt and he released it to hook his fingers around the left side of her
jumpsuit. He wondered whether his
enemies had ever seen a naked woman?
Probably not, maybe he should arrange a little anatomy lesson for them:
Naked Investigative Reporter 101. He
smirked.

Shredder pulled the top of her jumper wide to more fully
expose her chest. The black satin
encapsulating her breasts was edged with deep purple and green embroide “Lo “Lovely,” he murmured. April’s eyes
flew open and she craned her head to look down at herself. A look of anger flickered briefly across her
face, followed a grimace. He toyed with
the idea of telling her that black and purple are his favorite colors. His eyes met hers and she quickly turned her
face away. Where had all of her
defiance gone? “No need e ase ashamed
Miss O’Neil,” he moved his hand to her breast and squeezed it slightly, “Unless
of course, you’re getting excited?”

She shook her head in frantic denial, whipping her hair back
and forth across her face. He could see
her jaw clenched, working at the gag.
She looked to be close to tears.
He adopted an almost gentle, pitying tone, “I don’t think your rescue is
coming.” Shredder reached down for her belt, “No point in keeping you strapped
to this chair.” He unbuckled the belt
and tossed it aside. He stood, running
his hands up her arms, guiding her up with him. She didn’t resist as he pushed her forwards a step, but she let
out a whimper as he sat on the chair and pulled her down with him. She struggled ineffectively against him,
flopping like a fish. Shredder gripped
her furthest arm at the elbow, and pressed the blades on his right hand against
her breastbone. She froze as two
droplets of blood formed at their tips.
He smiled; it felt good to be in control for once.

Shredder inhaled deeply, her fear was almost palpable. Her body felt stiff as a board in his
arms. She was utterly helpless, and she
knew it. His smile broadened into a
grin, “That’s better. Now lay
back.” He pressed his fingers into her
chest and she complied. Ah, sweet
obedience! A tingle in his groin turned
into a feeling of pressure, and his cock twitched. handhand moved rapidly to her jumpsuit, and he began forcing it
farther open. She went limp in his
arms, only tensing and trembling occasionally, as he pushed her top down to her
elbows.

His hand roamed freely across her exposed flesh, and up to
the slick fabric of her brassiere. He cupped
his hand around one of April’s breasts and swirled his thumb, looking for a
reaction. Was that a sharp little peak
forming? It was difficult to tell
through the fabric, so he released the breast and turned his hand over to snag
the center of her bra on his blades. He
made a fist and jerked it upwards, neatly severing the undergarment. The tip of Shredder’s tongue snaked out to
run along his teeth as he pulled the under wire cups back from her heaving
chest. Her bra certainly wasn’t
padded! He leered as her pink nipples
went hard, “Are you certain you’re not getting excited?”

April didn’t shake her head this time. Was she trying to ignore him, or was she
giving in already? He began playing
with the nipple, teasing her body as gently as he might a lover’s. Not that he cared for his captive, he just
craved her humiliation at his hands and breaking her would require a delicate
combination of intimidation and seduction.
The breast massage appeared to be ineffective. Her expression was distant, and her rapid breathing had
slowed. Was she thinking about her
heroes? Hoping to be rescued? Shredder released the breast and turned his
hand over to rub the cold, dull, curve of his blades against her warm
flesh. Her eyes widened in alarm and
she shrunk away from his wandering hand as best she could.

The pressure in his groin increased, tightening him, and
hardening his shaft. Her wriggling
brought her leg against his developing erection, and she jerked away as though
stung. Ybe abe afraid of me. Shredder attacked her sleeves to demonstrate
the power of his blades. Her muffled
scream as the fabric began to tear delighted his ears. She was now trembling like a frightened dog
in his arms. This was fantastic. April’s whimpers were barely audible as he
finished the ripping of her long yellow sleeves, but they thrilled him as much
as her initial scream. He smiled down
at her, “Ah,” he exhaled. “Much better. You know you’re cute when you make those
frightened little noises. I think I
like you much better when you can’t talk.”

Her face contorted and flushed with rage. Shredder smirked at her pitiful attempt to
vent her bile and ignored her, returning his attention to her breasts. He was looking for her trigger. Every woman had one, usually several; a
particular sort of stimulation that would unleash a flood of lubrication
between their legs and turn them into putty in his hands. His firm fingers twirled about one of her
areolas and settled on the hard little nipple at its center. Perhaps a little roughness would do the
trick. He pinched slightly and twisted.

Shredder’s eyes lit up as April arched her back, pushing
upwards against his hand with a moan.
Ah, there it was! He leaned
close to her now rolled back eyes and whispered mockingly, “I heard that.” She continued to moan as he tightened and
loosened the hold on her nipple, rolling it back and forth between his thumb
and forefinger. Noticing her legs
rubbing together, he released his hold on her flushed nipple, and ran his
fingers lightly down her body. Time to
take this to the next level. He drew
the zipper the rest of the way down to expose the very top of her remaining
undergarment. More black satin and
embroidery, “How nice, matching panties.”

Not giving her time to react to the comment, Shredder
attacked her jumpsuit. This time, she
fought back, kicking and pushing away from hiHe aHe allowed her to fall to the hard concrete floor with a thud. He followed her down, and savored her
struggles as he stripped first one leg, then the other. A particularly powerful kick managed to
catch him off guard, resulting in a long gash down her leg. He tossed the remains of April’s jumpsuit
aside, and moved to straddle her, pushing her down onto her stomach. He cringed as the blades on his greaves
screeched against the floor. So much
for elegance, oh well. Shredder settled
himself and placed his hands on his hips.
“That was extremely foolish of you, Miss O’Neil. You know very well that you’re no match for
me.” He paused, “Especially not with
your hands tied.”

He waited for the quivering lump of reporter underneath him
to respond. Her shaking slowed, and she
sunk against the floor with a small sob.
Shredder suspected that she might have just given up hope. He glanced around quickly, determining
whether or not his enemies were still absent.
There was no sign of them.
Good. He adopted a sympathetic
tone, “Speaking of hands, it looks like
you may be losing circulation in yours.
I’d be willing to untie them if you promise not to make another
ridiculous escape attempt. Do you
promise?” She lay still and quiet below
him for several long moments, before slowly nodding.

Shredder couldn’t help but grin, and quickly cut her
bonds. He leaned back on his legs and
watched as she painfully moved her arms, shaking and stretching them out. His right hand drifted to his groin, and he
stroked himself lightly through his clothing, encouraging his flagging erection
to return. “Little Saki” twitched;
Shredder imagined the expression of horror that would grace the Turtle’s faces
if they were to find her under him, and his cock swelled. He squeezed it, careful not to push the
blades on his hand inwards. Half
closed, his eyes popped open as he noticed his prisoner reaching for her
gag. He flew forwards, snatching her
wrists and pinning them to the cold concrete.
“No! The gag stays.” No way he was going to loose that sharp
tongue of hers.

He shifted his weight, pulling his feet underneath himself,
and tugged her upwards with him as he stood.
Before she could gain her balance, he spun her around to face him,
watching with pleasure as she wobbled.
April’s eyes met his and he shook his head, holding her gaze. It was time to find out whether he had
really broken her will. “Look at
you! You’re all dusty. Brush yourself off!”

For a moment he thought she was going to refuse, but she
soon complied. Her face appeared
worried, and her movements were hesitant as she swept the grey dust off her
body. She hurried when she came to her
breasts, just giving them the lightest of strokes, causing them to jiggle
enticingly. The dancing of those firm
mounds made his cock throb with anticipation.
She really wasn’t half bad looking.
Soon, he promised himself, but not until she surrendered herself
entirely to him. He glanced around,
looking for a surface that wouldn’t destroy his knees while he was pounding
her. And oh, how he was going to pound
her! A large pile of canvas sacks in
the corner of the room caught is eye.
It certainly wasn’t the Ritz, but it would do.

“Enough.” She was
dallying. Shredder pointed over her
shoulder to the corner and urged her towards it. As he followed her closely, he noticed a layer of dust on the
pile, and removed his cape. She stopped
a few feet short of the corner, and stared at the floor. Shredder thrust his purple cape at her. “Spread it out,” he gestured to the pile.

April accepted the cape reluctantly and turned to do his
bidding. She bent over, displaying a
pair of smooth round cheeks, barely covered by her little black thong. God, he hoped those Turtles wouldn’t show
until he’d relieved the pressure in his balls. “That’s good enough,” he spoke
somewhat hurriedly. She pushed herself
up and stood, crossing her arms over herself.
She looked deliciously vulnerable.
“Now lie down on it. 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 flushed and glared at him, deliberately uncrossing her
arms before she complied. So she did
have a little spark left in her. He’d
have to extinguish it, maybe with a little more blade play. As soon as she was settled, he knelt and
removed his greaves, watching her all the while. He really didn’t believe that she wouldn’t break her promise and
try to run, but she remained still as he set the armor safely out of
reach. He laid himself comfortably by
her side, “Now then, where were we?”
His eyes sparkled as he pretended to think, “Ah yes, I remember.”

He caught up her wrists and pinned them above her head with
his left arm. Leaving her open to the
explorations of his wandering right hand.
She seemed to be resigned to what was happening, and showed very little
reaction as touched her. Or was she
trying to ignore him? “You know Miss
O’Neil, it is one thing to make a woman who likes you orgasm, its another thing
entirely to make one who hates you do the same,” he spoke as though confiding a
secret to her and punctuated it by repeating the nipple twist that had worked
so well previously. She lost her
composure, writhing against him and moaning.
Shredder drew her pleasure out, switching to the other nipple for a long
minute before shifting his attention lower.

April squeezed her legs tightly together as his hand reached
her crotch, but he refused to be denied.
He merely reached farther down her body, and gently applied the sharp
tips of his blades to her thighs. His
erection swelled as he realized that she had quit breathing. Her legs parted and spread beneath those
bright pieces of steel. The blood
pounded in his ears. She whimpered as
he moved upwards, nearing her genitals.
Her eyes went wide as his hand stopped just short of her tender
mound. Instead of pushing those evil
blades into her, his fingers reached out to touch the small bit of cloth still
covering her. Shredder’s heart raced as
his fingers made contact with the thin undergarment. This would tell him whether or not he had been successful in
arousing her. He twitched his fingers,
sliding them against the wet indentation he had found. Yes!
“Your panties are soaked through,” his hand moved to the front of the
thong, “I think its time to remove them.”

He slipped one of his blades under the cloth, and with deft
movements, sliced first one side, then the other. He then yanked the remains of the panties off, and tossed them
aside, carefully divesting himself of the blades as well. Her body had surrendered; he didn’t want to
accidentally cut her in his lust now.
Breathing heavily, he began to explore his captive’s body in earnest;
keeping in mind his goal of bringing her to shameful orgasm. Of course, as much as he wanted his enemies
to catch her in a compromising position, he had to admit to himself that he
hoped it wouldn’t happen until after he’d blown his load. He rested his palm in the nest of her red
pubic hair, stretching his fingers to manipulate her. First, gentle stroking of her outer labia, then spreading, and
teasing of her wet inner labia.
Shredder tugged at that stretchy flesh carefully, opening her up him, so
he could dip his middle finger into her juices.

He used her natural lubrication to wet her hard little
clitoris before slipping the finger into her hot channel. April moaned around the gag as he grounded
his palm against her swollen mound. She
was responding perfectly, damn he was good.
Wouldn’t it be nice if he were the best she’d ever had? Now that would make for some self-loathing
and soul searching! His finger jerked
back and forth rapidly inside her, probing for the spongy tissue of her
g-spot. Her heat increased with his
attentions, and so did his. His pushed
his hips forward, rubbing his throbbing manhood against her. “You want it, don’t you?” he taunted. April shook her sweat-beaded brow
defiantly. “You’re lying,” he growled,
plunging his index finger into her tight, wet, pussy. His hand pumped against her, eliciting grunts of pleasure from
her. “You want my cock inside you,” he
stated with confidence. Her head said
no, shaking back and forth; but her hips said yes, lifting ahrushrusting to
take his fingers deeper into her. That
was his cue, his hated enemy wanted him, and who was he to deny her? “I thought so,” he spoke with a smile. I’m going to ride you like a rented pony you
troublesome bitch.

Shredder released his hold on her and mounted her, pushing
her legs wide with his knees. His
captive no longer resisted, she reached eagerly forward to touch him as he
removed and discarded the blades on his left hand. Her slender fingers explored the peaks and valleys of his
chiseled chest as he undid his pants.
I’ll bet you’ve never had it this good, have you? Her touch sent fire racing through his body,
and his hard-on strained to be released from the confinement of his
clothing. Finally freed, it stood
proudly upwards as he lifted his shirt to display it. Her eyes widened, and a muffled whimper escaped from her as she
reached forward grasp him. That’s right
slut, its above average and you know it.
He moaned and pushed his hips forward, allowing her to stroke it. Her caresses were brief; she grasped his
hips, trying to pull him onto her. His
thoughts turned briefly to his enemies.
If only they could see him now, with their nosy little friend
practically begging him to ride her like the whore she was. He resisted her pull and addressed her
proudly, “I’ll ask just once more. Do
you want me inside you?”

Her response was immediate, and positive. She nodded up and down, tugging harder at
his hips. He smiled widely, and
snatched her hands away from him, to pin them once more. Shredder leaned into her, rubbing the
glistening head of his cock against her wet opening, enjoying the heat that he
was about to plunge into. He savored
the moment, knowing that it would probably never happen again. She opened her legs further and moved
against him, pushing so that he was just slightly inside of her. He ground forwards, savoring the sweet
resistance of her engorged pussy before thrusting deep into her with a grunt.

He tried to remain aware of his surroundings, half-fearing,
and half-desiring the arrival of his enemies; but with the noise she was
making, and the sensations he was experiencing, it was all he could do to focus
on making her climax. Fortunately, it
seemed that she was one of the rare women that truly enjoyed intercourse. It was almost a shame that he hated her so
much; she’d make good booty call. Her
legs wrapped around him as he pounded with increasing force into her. Her hips moved against him, taking him
deeper and deeper. Shredder felt her
beginning to tighten, she blushed bright red from her face down to her abdomen,
and clenched him tight, spasming around him.
He willed himself to wait, to not give in to the exquisite tightness of
her contractions. Her screams, though
muffled by the gag, rang in his ears as she shuddered and gradually went
limp. He pumped cautiously, carefully
bringing himself to his climax, forcing himself to wait until her legs released
him. It was time to add insult to
injury. He reared up, pulling his manhood
out of her, and releasing a forceful stream of hot white semen onto her. The first waves of ejaculate hit her square
in the face, glazing her cheeks and brow like icing on a cinnamon roll. His spurts continued, reaching her chin,
neck and breasts. He grunted happily,
using a hand to milk the last few drops from his flagging erection, splattering
them on her abdomen.

Finished at last, Shredder rested, keeping her motionless
beneath him as he enjoyed the aftershocks of his orgasm. He felt a little rubbery, and a bit sleepy,
but very, very satisfied. He had done
it. He had broken her, and used
her. Damn that was good. He felt his captive begin to struggle, and
he opened his eyes. He found himself
staring down into the face of an enraged April O’Neil. His semen spotted her face and hair, a large
glob threatening to run into her right eye. He laughed aloud. “That’s a good look for you April.” Her face scrunched up and went from red to
purple, prompting him to laugh harder.
“We, really must do this again sometime,” he choked out. She pushed against him, trying to kick him
and he nearly lost his grip on her.

He quieted his laughter and looked around the room. The light told him that it was a good hour
or so later than it had been when he began.
If Rocksteady and Bebop hadn’t completed their task by now, they never
would. His would-be distraction had
either failed, or the Turtles were somehow otherwise occupied. It was their loss, his gain. . He
considered his options; stay here and try to trap the Turtles as he’d
originally planned, or cut his losses and go home for a hot shower and a good
night’s sleep. The post-orgasm feeling
of calm and wellbeing won out. Fuck the
Turtles; let April kick their tardy asses for him. He giggled. She probably
would too.

Shredder stood, dragging April with him. She continued to try to kick and pull away,
but he ignored her efforts and forced her over to the chair, where he tied her
once more. He listened happily to her
noises of anger and frustration as he donned the scattered pieces of his
armor. Damn that was good. It occurred to him that it might be wise to
wear a cup next time he had to deal with her.
There would surely be consequences for his actions. But right now, he thought it was worth it. He gathered up the items he had brought with
him to the warehouse, and returned to his captive. The glistening cum on her face and torso was dulling, drying on
her skin and hair. Her eyes narrowed at
him. He cleared his throat, “Well, it’s
been a lovely afternoon Miss O’Neil, but I am a busy man. I’m afraid I’m going to have to ‘Love you
and leave you,’” he heard her snort, “But don’t worry, I’m sure your friends
will be here for you soon.” Her eyes
went wide as he brought out her Turtlecom and re-activated it. He pushed the panic button and set the
device carefully into her lap. “Ta-ta,”
he waved to her over her shoulder.

As he strode away, he could just hear Leonardo’s voice
coming over the Turtlecom, “April? Is
that you? Where are…” Shredder smiled
triumphantly. Damn that was good.
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