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Mission Accomplished	By : srmatlock Category: Comics > Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Views: 3014 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Title: Mission Accomlished

Summary: April gets in trouble when she encounters Pimiko and her kunoichi who try to teach her a lesson in obedience.

Rating: NC-17

Pairing(s): April and Pimiko

Feedback: desired

Characters: Pimiko is an Image character from TMNT Vol. 3. comics. Kunoichi are female ninja.

Disclaimer: The TMNT characters are owned by Mirage Studios. I'm just borrowing them for fun, not profit.

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April’s eyes remained steady on her target. Her soft-heeled boots making no noise as she trailed the woman down the dimly-lit street. The woman was flanked by three personal bodyguards, her kunoichi. If any of them were to turn and glance behind them, April was afraid she would be recognized, even under the trench coat and fedora she had borrowed from Raph. Mike had assured her that the woman had never seen her before, the only reason they had sent April to follow her rather then do it themselves. Leo had urged her to be cautious, though. The turtles had tangled with the kunoichi before and the fact that they were women did not diminish their skill.

April had to get close enough to Pimiko to plant the tracking device Don had devised somewhere on her clothing. They needed to know where Pimiko was staying so they could keep a watch on her. ‘Don’t play hero, April, just drop it on her shoulder as you walk by. That’s all we need,' he had said. The only trouble was that the kunoichi kept her so heavily guarded that April was having a difficult time getting anywhere near her.

April had been trailing her for fifteen minutes, ever since she had exited the restaurant that Leo had told her was a front for one of the foot’s crime centers. She watched as the four made their way down a dark alley. Ignoring her inner voice of reason, April followed. She had only taken a few steps when she realized that the alley was empty. “Damn,” she muttered, peering into the darkness, searching the shadows for movement.

"Hello, Miss O’Neil," came a soft voice from the shadows. April stifled her gasp of surprise as the shadow turned into one of Pimiko's guards. April felt strong arms encircle her from behind, a cloth over her face, and then blackness consumed her.

April awoke in a small dimly lit room. She was lying on a couch, her hands tied in front of her. She noticed the three female ninja were standing watch, as was Pimiko. She strained against the ropes binding her wrists and sighed in disappointment at the tightness of the knots.

"Miss O'Neil, I am glad you could join us." Pimiko's voice reached April's ears. "I have only one question. If you answer it correctly, I will allow you to live."

"And if I don't?" April glared.

"I am sure you already know the answer to that. Do not tempt me, dear." Pimiko replied, her voice heavy with the venom of hatred. "Why did they send you to follow me?"

April felt a rush of vindication when she heard that question. 'Only one, huh? Well, that was the wrong one!' "They sent me because they can't come out in public to meet you personally."

"Bitch!" Pimiko hissed, "Do not toy with me. You know what it is I want to know. Answer me!"

"I seem to recall you said you had just one question and I did answer correctly. It's not my fault you weren't specific." April had no time to gloat over her quick wit, though, because suddenly Pimiko's face was inches from her.

"You will answer me," Pimiko whispered. She stepped back and motioned her three guards forward. "Strip her."

April felt her face flame as three pairs of hands hauled her to her feet and tugged at her clothing. Seconds later, she was completely nude, her hands having been retied behind her back. She was completely defenseless, open for their perusal. Pimiko slowly walked around April, seeming to examine every inch of her. April closed her eyes in shame. Pimiko snapped her fingers and one of the women moved away to the door. The two that remained each held onto one of April’s arms. The rope was loosened and allowed to drop to the floor.

Pimiko placed her lips near April’s ear, “I have changed my mind. I will not kill you. I would rather humiliate you. If you struggle, my kunoichi will break your arms. If you try to run, my kunoichi will catch you. Do not fight me because you will not win.”

April felt Pimiko’s breath on her neck and shivered as goose pimples rose on her arms. Cold fear raced through her at Pimiko’s words. She reluctantly nodded, knowing there was no way she would be leaving this room without doing everything Pimiko requested of her. The silence stretched as Pimiko watched her. April kept her eyes closed against the scrutiny and was unprepared for the touch of lips on her neck. She gasped, opening her eyes to confirm what she felt. She met the cold calculating gaze of Pimiko and felt the fear return.

Pimiko’s eyes never left April’s as she lowered her lips onto April’s soft mouth. April was unready for the onslaught of desire that started to rise within her at the tender kiss. Her mouth opened of its own accord as Pimiko’s lips melded to hers. Pimiko’s tongue slipped inside and caressed the inner depths of April’s mouth. Her tongue pushed in further to mingle with April’s, deepening the kiss. April felt her knees go weak. Vaguely, she was aware of the soft feminine hands of the guards holding her aloft. She was grateful for their support, even though it was given grudgingly. The caress that followed on the heels of that intense kiss was April’s undoing. Pimiko’s hand stroked her breast, a long manicured fingernail flicked the nipple. Excitement spread quickly through April’s body. She could feel her abdomen tighten as the feelings centered in her groin. Pimiko withdrew her mouth from April’s lips and trailed her tongue across April’s collarbone and down between her breasts. She placed her hands over April’s breasts, gently massaging and cupping them as her kisses continued down to April’s navel.

April watched as Pimiko knelt in front of her. She no longer felt any shame. Lust had erased all other emotions from her mind. She knew what Pimiko was about to do to her, but was unable to make her body resist. When Pimiko’s tongue traced a path through April’s soft patch of curls and grazed her clit, April’s knees buckled. Her captors’ grips tightened, keeping her from falling. April couldn’t take her eyes off Pimiko as she nestled her head in her crotch. Pimiko’s soft tongue licked around her clit. April thrust her hips back and forth trying to get Pimiko to delve deeper and suck harder. She could already feel the wetness start to pool inside her. She cringed when Pimiko chuckled at her urgency, but couldn’t stop herself. Instinct had taken over and she was powerless to resist.

She felt a keen sense of longing when Pimiko stopped and stood before her. “You listened well when I told you the rules. I am impressed.” Her hands once again cupped April’s breasts. “You are lovely. I wonder if your mutant friends realize what a prize they have in you. Such firm breasts, a taut flat abdomen,” her voice lowered as her hands traveled down to rest on April’s mound, “a beautiful, sweet tasting pussy.” Pimiko’s thumb pressed into her pussy, rotating inside her. “We are alike, Miss O’Neil, alike, yet different. Your body is so similar to my own, hard where it needs to be and soft where it matters,” Pimiko whispered as one hand caressed April’s breast, her fingers tugging and twisting her nipple. “Yet, we are enemies and that is where we differ. ‘Tis a pity, we could go far together.” Her face lowered and she took one hard nipple in her mouth, sucking greedily. Her tongue rolled over it, lapping hungrily.

Once again, Pimiko knelt in front of her. This time, her fingers joined her mouth to wreak havoc on April’s desire. Her fingers spread April’s pussy lips and her tongue darted in. The passion being aroused by those manipulations weakened April’s resolve. Her nerves danced as jolts of pleasure rushed up her body. She felt herself quivering as her body struggled to reach its plateau. Pimiko sucked on April’s clitoris as she thrust two fingers up inside her. April gasped and leaned forward as far as her captors would allow. She ached to be able to touch Pimiko: her hair, her face, her mouth, and her body. The sensations were incredible. Pimiko increased the pace of her thrusting as April’s gasping and moaning intensified. Suddenly, the fingers and mouth were removed as Pimiko leaned back to look up at her.

“Please,” April groaned, hating that she was having to beg, but knowing that was what Pimiko wanted.

“Tell me,” Pimiko demanded.

At this moment, April knew she would sell her soul to the devil just to have release. But, she was still coherent enough to understand how much of the truth needed to be told. “They wanted to know where you have been hiding,” she told her. Pimiko seemed satisfied with that answer and April sighed with relief when she leaned back in to touch her again. All too soon, April felt her orgasm making its way up and cried out as it hit her, rolling over her in waves. Her entire body tensed as the heat and pressure that had been building was released in spasms. Her legs trembled and she jerked as Pimiko’s lips left her sensitive nub of pleasure.

April breathed deeply, trying to calm the erratic beating of her heart. She could sense Pimiko’s eyes on her and stubbornly refused to acknowledge her gaze. Pimiko’s hand gripped her chin and raised her head, forcing her to meet the cold calculating gaze of her captor.

“You are lucky they did not send you to kill me. I wonder if your friends will welcome you back, now that you have betrayed them. You have surrendered your will to the enemy.”

April realized all too clearly the intent of that message. She had indeed surrendered herself to the sinful pleasure of Pimiko’s mouth and the touch of her fingers. But, she also knew with a certainty that the turtles would never know of her betrayal. That is something she would never reveal.

“Your mission was a failure. You have no idea where you are and will not know ever.” Pimiko’s face twisted into a cruel smile, “Perhaps this encounter has taught you a lesson. You are no match for me. Take that message to your turtles.” Pimiko released her hold and stepped away. Her eyes raked down April’s body, her disdain clearly evident. “Get dressed,” she snapped, before turning and leaving the room.

The two guards let her go and April slumped to the floor. She crawled over to her clothes and hurriedly dressed. Reaching into the pocket of her jeans, she removed the tiny transmitter. As she stood, she silently activated it and thrust it under the couch cushion. She stood up and this time was actually expecting the chloroform.

She awoke in the same alley where her adventure started. She quickly scanned the area and headed to the nearest manhole cover. Grasping it with both hands, she slowly heaved it aside and dropped down, replacing it above her. ‘Not a complete failure,’ she thought with a smile, ‘the transmitter is in place, the guys will be happy, and that was one hell of an orgasm.’
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