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Torn	By : AnuKat Category: Comics > Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Views: 4392 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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It was quite dark out now, there were many bright stars in the sky and the moon was full, and it looked enormous, as if it was going to hit the earth. Anu was taken aback; she’d never seen it so large. She bumped into a lamp as she stared up at the sky in wonderment, almost falling over on her face, but she caught herself just on time. This place had her so entranced she felt like a fool. She wasn’t sure she’d be able to face him now, after her outburst; in fact she dreaded the idea of seeing him. All the emotions she had been through that day were overwhelming her, she had to find out what exactly was going on with Shredder and herself, how he knew so much about her and why he would want her, for even if he did find out the location of the Dakarai pillars, he couldn’t do anything with them, he wouldn’t gain any powers. She had to find out before it was too late.
She put the robe on as she walked and held the towel in her arm before entering the main lodge. She entered through his chambers where she ran out after he frightened her, and dropped the towel on to the bed. The bedroom door was ajar, and she walked through it to the hallway and looked in each room, one which had an unlocked door and found one doorway in particular intriguing. It had two huge doors, which looked heavy and extremely swank with their gold hinges and door handles. There was a sign that said “Private” on it. She decided she was going to go in there no matter what.
Much to her surprise, the door opened easily. She thought it should at least have been locked, especially with a sign like “Private” so cryptically written on it. The room was pitch black, and she flicked one of many light switches to her side, and on the far side of the room a small light shone on a desk like a spotlight, while the rest of the room was more or less pitch black. She closed the door behind her and flicked some more switches, which revealed the room to be a sort of office library; the walls were covered with books. It felt a lot like a den, with statues about, pictures on the wall and a big leather easy chair by a fireplace. The lights were not very bright, and when she stepped closer to the desk the fireplace turned on. She gulped, and continued to walk towards the desk after hesitating shortly.
The desk was neatly organized, and a nice large leather chair was for seating. She sat down in the chair and sunk in, gasping in delight. It was very comfortable, yet supportive. She looked in the desk drawers and found nothing but pens, unused paper, and an envelope opener, which looked like a small sword. She picked it up and held it in her hands as she studied the fine details and gems embedded in the handle. She noticed how shallow the bottom drawer it was kept in, considering as she opened it, she imagined it would have been deeper. She set the small opener into the drawer and noticed when it hit there was a bit of a hollow sound. Curious, she pressed her fingers against the bottom of the drawer, and it had some give to it. Unlike the other drawers, this one’s base was made of lighter material. She lifted it out, to find what looked like a really old, beat up book with no binding or cover. She carefully lifted it out of the drawer and set it on the desk. It smelled old, and felt as though it might crumble any minute if she wasn’t careful. The first page was a picture of a pentagram with some cryptic writing at the bottom she sort of recognized but ignored. On the second page, she saw something which was all too familiar; a diagram of her 5 Dakarai Chibus pillars, as they would be, in a circle and someone drew in lines connecting them into the five points of the pentagram. The next few pages she couldn’t even read, they were symbols she had never seen before. She flipped through the book till she came to a drawing of herself. She stared at the likeness; it was creepy to see a picture of herself done by someone she did not know, who lived god knows when. She turned the pages and only looked at the pages with drawings, which were either of her, of the pillars and diagrams with symbols, and her Ankh Soul Staff.
Then there were pictures of her lying naked on a stone plank, one with a man standing before her and then with his head between her legs and some light emanating from her, and another with the man penetrating her. The final picture was of her and the man curled around a half sun, half moon symbol. She couldn’t believe there were pictures of her, same hair, same clothes she wore in ancient Egypt, long ago before she found herself in the 21st century. The fact that somebody long ago drew pictures of her copulating sent shivers down her spine, and that she couldn’t understand the written language was pure agony, she wanted to know what was said about her. She couldn’t bear to look at the book anymore, felt the need to go outside to get some air. She quickly yet carefully put the book back in it’s hiding spot and covered it with the lid, placed the envelope opener back on top where she found it and closed the drawer. She got up out of the chair to head towards the door.
“So I see snooping in my things is not beneath you, is it?” came a sharp voice from the shadows. Her heart jumped into her throat as she halted to a stop. She quivered, looked around and to her right, where Shredder emerged from behind a bookcase. Seeing him in all his armor for the first time since he stripped naked back when she was in the sex swing and where she first met him sent shivers down her spine, she knew when he wore it he meant business. In hopeswas was perhaps going to deal with some outside conflict, she asked,
“You have some business you have to take care of?”
“Why yes, I most certainly do.” he stepped forward, she felt cold as more intense shivers crawled up her spine. “I want you to lie down on that desk.” he gestured, and leaned forward taking another step towards her.
“Uh…. I…” she stepped back, keeping her distance. “I’m sorry… I just thought this room was cozy…” he took one more leaping step, reached out, grabbed her by the wrist, pulled her to him, flung her over his knee, lifted her skirt and spanked her quick and hard four times, jerked her back in an upright position. She stumbled as she got to her feet, she didn’t even have time to have a reaction, she couldn’t believe what just happened. Suddenly the stinging pain crept in and her ass felt red hot, some of it spread to her lower lips. Did he really also slap her there, she wondered; the idea made her moist, much to her dismay. Once again he gestured.
“Lie down on the desk.”
She walked to the desk while facing him, and stood at its end. She was very nervous, she didn’t want to lie on the desk, she wasn’t sure how she should lie down, and the desk was covered in a writing mat, a lamp, a pen, phone and a book; she paused, and moved the mat over. Shredder quickly leaned in, pressed his body against hers, and shoved everything off the desk behind her. “Lie on your back.” he said, his fingers pressing against her chest. She did, and her legs hung over the edge. He grabbed her by the waist, pushed her further up on the desk lengthwise so her whole body was up on it. Then she remembered the diagram of her on the stone slab, and grew even more nervous.
He walked over to a shelf, opened a small drawer on the side and pulled out a knife sharpener. He held it up to his hand blades and slid it against them, the sound sending tremors up her spine and her hair on end. Looming over her, his eyes feast upon her as he unraveled her robe exposing her body, she raised her legs and he grabbed each knee and forced them apart; she choked as his hand grazed her mound, petting and gently pulling some of her hairs, he spread the hairs outwards away from her lips. She watched his eyes explore her tenaciously as he leaned over her body, and his hand graced her belly, he smelled her, once again traced down to her fur, he spread her legs open more and she felt a blade rest on where her inner thigh met her groin, right next to her cootch. She looked up at him in trepidation as he began to scrape against her, and felt no pain as he slowly scraped his way into what felt uncomfortably close to her clitoris. The light above irritated her eyes; she had to look to her side as she could hear his blades softly running against her fur. His other hand delicately held her lip taut, and his thumb occasionally “accidentally” rubbed up against her clit. He knelt down over her, his face very close to her crotch as he intensively continued on the other side, wiped her quickly with something soft and she felt a pause, she had no idea what he was doing for a moment, and then she felt his hand up above her mound, his thumb pulling her skin up and using his blade to scrape up from her slit, slowly. He then opened her lips, and she felt the cold blade trace around her, very close to her inner labia, and she dared not move. A few brush strokes and he stopped, blew on it a few times and brushed his fingers across it, stood up, admired her, and took her hand, guiding it to her crotch. She felt smooth skin where hair used to be. He also dipped her finger in and she felt her own wetness, her eyes quickly looked at his eyes which reciprocated fixedly, and he then reached into a drawer, and took out a container, dipped his fingers in it, which looked like some kind of clear goop, and spread it on her vagina, rubbing it in liberally, yet seductively. He took his hand away, and watched. She felt some heat at first, and then a nice tingly sensation. She felt a strong desire to be touched, and she began to squirm as his eyes lit up. He hovered his hand over her, the heat emitting, stimulating her, she wished he’d touch her. He then took her hand again, and placed it over her vagina, “I want you to touch yourself.” he said, then whispered, “Show me how you pleasure yourself.”
Her hand felt the moistness of herself, and it felt very good to touch it, it was as if her senses were heightened. She felt embarrassed yet didn’t want to stop her left hand held her labia open while her other hand’s middle finger traced the lips around in circles, and then stopped at the hood above her clit, and rubbed gently, then moved down to her opening, and brushed her fingers against it, up and down, and dipped in, she moaned, and brought her finger back up straight on her tiny inner labia, almost to her swollen clit where she paused, and circled around it. He watched as her clit became larger, and she tapped it with her finger.
“This stuff you put on me feels so good…” she cried, and Shredder took his face plate off, and knelt down, pushed her hand away, and blew on her. He held his mouth agonizingly close to her, and she felt his fingers pry her open, the tip of his tongue suddenly against her clit, and it quickly fluttered on it, and he kissed it. He stuck his tongue inside her, and brought it up out of her, lapping up to her clit again, and then his tongue swirled in large, swift, light circles away from her clit, which ached for his touch. He dove right in and smothered his face into her, it was almost painful, he withdrew, and she suddenly felt a sharp slap on her pussy. He licked, and then slapped again, and licked, and slapped. Then he stuck his tongue inside her, flicking it in and out and around, as his lips oscillated against it. Her hips grinded against his face and he moaned, began to kiss her clitoris delicately.
“Yes…” she muttered, loving his soft lips which she could feel much better now that she was hairless. His tongue teased her, flicking out occasionally as he kissed on her, her hips moving impatiently, he pressed down on her so she could not move, his hot breath now the only sensation, she whimpered, “don’t stop…” there was a pause, as if he had to think, and then he stood up, looked down at her with a seductive smirk, and walked to toor.oor. She lay there dumbfounded, aching for him as he left the room. She sat up and held her head in her hands, wanting to scream, for she knew he just played her, somehow, and her reactions no matter what seemed to please him.
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