Thank you to all who have read and reviewed! Sorry about the cliff-hangers, but they seemed rather natural "stopping points." Oh, and I realize I've cheated a bit by keeping Saki drugged-up the whole time. There seemed to be no other way to make him appetizing than to sedate him...hopefully now he can wake up and refrain from being such a jerk. Let me know what you think!
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Chapter 7
April gasped as the Priestess and her guards filled the room. She looked down at her one weapon, the pathetic little sai, and wondered how the hell she was going to get out of this.
"Woman of the other world," the Priestess said, striding forward with a flashing eye. "You have had your night with the Paelo. It is now time to transfer ownership. I am also afraid you must come with me. I see that Ancha has told you."
"She tried to escape," Ancha said, continuing to hold a strung arrow at April. She stepped back slowly and glared at April, pleading for her to escape, motioning with her eyes toward the back passage.
April noticed that Ancha had cut Shredder's bonds and he now stood passively watching this whole situation with blinking, sleepy eyes. She decided to take quick action. Like a flash she was behind him, an arm wrapping around his torso, the other holding the sai up to his neck. He tensed but didn't struggle. April peeked around his bulk. "If you come one step closer, I'll slit his throat!"
Suddenly, there was jolt of pain in April's hand. An arrow shot by a particularly accurate archer had knocked the sai out of her hand. It clattered under the bed. For a moment April thought all was lost, but she noticed the sleek, golden arrow lying at her feet. She scooped it up and placed its ultra sharp tip to Shredder's throat. Steeling herself, she slashed him with it. Shredder gasped and his hand went to his throat. It was a shallow cut, but April was satisfied to see a dramatic amount of blood pour down the front of his gi shirt. The archers surrounding them gasped and faltered with their weapons. Even the Priestess allowed alarm to show on her face. "Do not harm him!"
"I'll do worse than harm him" April hissed. "I've said from the beginning that although he was my property, he was a great enemy and an evil man. I could slit his throat in a second! Killing him would be my greatest triumph!"
"Do not..." the Priestess attempted to bargain. "We could work out some sort of trade...your friends..."
"Yes, my friends," April spat. She began to back out of the passage that Ancha indicated. The group of soldiers started forward, but in response April slashed at one of Shredder's biceps. He whimpered as blood surged down his arm. The Priestess held up her hands to her soldiers and they ceased to follow. "What do you want, woman of the other world?"
"I am leaving now with the Paelo," April said. "Do not attempt to follow, or I will kill him. We will return and bargain for my friends. Do not harm them or I will only return the Paelo's head to you!"
With that she dragged Shredder from the room and hurried him down the passage. She was amazed that he followed her even though she had just cut him twice. He held his arm, which was still bleeding badly, and glanced at her with a kind of confusion. "Look, I'm sorry I cut you," she whispered as they ran. "I won't hurt you again, but you have to help me get out of here! Those women back there will kill you...ok?"
He nodded as they ran, but still seemed unsure. They emerged from the dark passage in a kind of courtyard that was overgrown with disuse. They fought their way through the brush and came to an old garden wall and a rusted gate. April rattled it with despair and then turned to Shredder who watched her closely. "Kick it open!" she ordered. With seeming ease he lashed out at the metal gate and it flew open.
Before them lay a slope, leading down into the dense, dark jungle. April paused with anxiety, quickly calculated which way was north-west, then dragged Shredder into the brush after her.
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They had pushed through the dark, steamy jungle for what seemed like hours. April now knew why Ancha had told them to come this way. The jungle was so dense, she couldn't imagine anyone would ever be able to follow them. They were both sweaty and tired, April limping along in her gauzy dress and Shredder stumbling in his blood-stained tunic. She now regretted cutting him for two reasons: one, he had turned pale with obvious blood-loss. But, more importantly, over the last hour, his eyes had grown more and more aware and alert, as the searing pain of his wounds cut across the last remnant of the sleeping drug Ancha had administered the night before. All morning he had seemed to be in a waking sleep, but now it was obvious he was coming around.
April was beginning to feel dizzy with thirst and a bit hopeless when they emerged through a wall of brush and saw a dazzling sight. A great stone temple lay in a little clearing, choked with over-growth and vines, but still, offering an amount of shelter. Better, inside they could hear the trickling of water.
Instinctually, they both rushed inside and found a stone fountain trickling cold, pure, sparkling water. They both knelt and greedily gulped at the stone basin, then sat back panting and looking at each other. Shredder's eyes focused on her with a curiosity that April didn't like. It was obvious he was still a bit confused, but with each passing second he seemed to become more and more aware.
April sat back on the cool stone and thought hard. She had no vials of potion, no means to sedate him or drug him or whatever. This time, Shredder would wake up for real. She had two options: she could run away now and leave him here, but then she'd have no way to get the turtles back. She could tie him up...but April knew she could never get him to follow her to the Palace.
While she mused, she thought it would be best to cleanse his wounds. Crawling over to him, she tore off a section of her long, gauzy dress and dipped it in the cool water and rubbed the blood of his sticky skin. He watched with keen curiosity. She ripped off another section of her dress, enjoying the coolness the lightening of the garment afforded, and bound his arm. His neck had stopped bleeding on its own.
Now she sat back, looking into his eyes, wondering what she was going to do. He would be enraged when he awoke...he may even kill her...and run off. But, she told herself, with a certain dawning awareness, there was no way he could get home without her and the turtles. Something about the portal position that only Don knew. There was no trusting him...but one thing about Saki even the turtles could agree on...when it came to his own survival he was completely practical. Except, she mused, the night before when he kissed her...
April sighed and she was amused to see Shredder yawn. "I guess we should just sleep," she murmured to him. "And see what happens when we wake up...I guess that all depends on you..."
She leaned back onto the floor that was covered with vines and leaves, making a kind of soft bed. It was cool in the darkness and comfortable. She saw Saki sink to the floor as well. She knew she should stay alert and guard him, but how could that help in the long run? With exhaustion, she decided to leave it to chance and hope, and with a last glance across the cool darkness, she fell asleep...
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"So when do you think all the chicks are going to show up and start macking on us?" Raph asked.
"Shut up, Raphael," Leonardo said moodily.
"No really, if I'm going to die, I want to be used as a love slave first, dammit..."
"Ditto," said Mikey. "Make the best of the situation. Hey, if Shred-head's good enough..." The turtles were in a bright, circular chamber lined with shiny marble, chained to the wall at intervals, shells to the wall, facing the center.
"I can't believe we got captured..." Leo murmured to himself, in obvious disbelief.
"Believe it, bro," Raphael said sourly. "If we'd kicked these chicks asses way back when I suggested, they wouldn't have snuck up on us in the middle of the night and knocked us out."
"Hey, but on the bright side, does that mean we're love slaves?" Mikey asked eagerly.
"I don't think so," Don said quietly. "In fact, I'm beginning to wonder if that's what they really wanted to do to Shredder. I'm beginning to think they have an agenda we didn't even think of..."
"I just hope April got away," Leonardo said angrily.
Just then the Priestess barged into the chamber looking livid. "Your wish is granted male-creature!" She strode right up to Leonardo and struck him hard with an open hand.
"Do me next, ice princess!" Mike whined, dancing around in his chains.
"Yeah," said Raph. "I love it when you're moody."
She whirled on the rest of them. "Shut up! Or I will cut you all to pieces!"
"I guess April got away..." Leo said, trying to suppress a grin.
"Yes," the Priestess said, trying to regain her composure. "She made off with the Paelo. She thinks she will hold him hostage and exchange him for you four, but she is wrong."
"April took Shredder hostage?" Don said. "Hey, you've got to give the girl credit..."
The Priestess drew herself to full height. "Your friend will be severely disappointed. We will take the Paelo, and we will keep you four! We have discovered a way to, ah, make all of you useful..." her voice lowered, and she placed her hand under Leonardo's chin, lifting his face.
"Does that mean we get to be love slaves or what?" Raphael asked.
"Hardly," the Priestess said cooly. "I think you'll find our religion has veiled something a little less tantalizing than that. But don't worry, you will serve your purpose, and so will the Paelo, and that woman will pay for her treachery! When she arrives to bargain, she we will have a little surprise!" The Priestess laughed shrilly and stormed from the room.
"What the hell is she talking about?" asked Raphael.
"April better not try to come back..." Leonardo said. "She better just look for the portal. Maybe she was able to get Shed-head to talk."
"Maybe," said Don worriedly. "But then again, Shredder's going to come around some time, and when he does, he's not going to be very happy."
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April was awakened by a slap to the face. She recoiled on the floor, holding her burning cheek, and knew what had happened before she opened her eyes. Blinking in the semi-darkness of the evening, she looked up to see Oroku Saki's face looming over her, twisted with rage. He had built a fire, and his eyes gleamed fanatically in the dancing light.
"Good to see you join me, Miss O'Neil," he said coldly with an edge of rage that made her spine tingle. "I must speak with you."
She sat up slowly and glanced around. She was effectively cornered in the old temple, her back to the wall. He sat just inches from her, legs crossed, spine erect, muscles bulging as he breathed deeply, apparently trying to calm himself. He glared at her with such intensity, she turned her face away.
"You see, Miss O'Neil, I've had the strangest dreams. Dreams that seemed to last for days. I thought you could tell me about them." He leaned closer to her and took her face in a rough grip. "I thought you could tell me now!" he spat at her.
April sighed, deciding honesty at this point might come in handy. She reminded herself that Saki prided himself on adhering to a kind of cold logic, and she put her hopes in his seeing the usefulness of keeping her alive. "Where should I start?" she said quietly.
"Oh, I don't know," he said sarcastically. "Maybe when I was shot with drugs, or handled by a bunch of wenches, or perhaps, Miss O'Neil when you had me in bed..." he emphasized the last part cruelly and April found herself blushing. "I had no idea you were such a slut! I remember such bizarre things I can't even begin to think they're true..."
April swallowed with disgust, but decided to tell him as much as she could bear. She began with his capture by Ancha and her troupe, explained about the Priestess and what she said about the fate of men in that world and about Shredder's predicted fate, about the journey to the Palace, and stopped, not knowing how to proceed.
Saki's face had lost some its rage through her story, at one point being replaced with cold calculation. His logical nature had taken over, and his glare dissolved, replaced by a kind of thoughtfulness as he looked past her into nothingness. When she explained about the religion and the sacrifice of males, he had muttered to himself, "Of course, how could I have been so blinded..."
Now, as she approached the turtle's plan to get the information out of him, she found she couldn't continue. Just the thought of the night before made her shiver.
Shredder narrowed his eyes, gazing at her. "What is the matter, Miss O'Neil? Afraid to tell me about your methods of interrogation? Well, let me help you...I have a memory of you writhing under me like a cheap whore...attempting to break my discipline with your sluttish ways!"
April was tired of his taunting and decided to strike back, "It wasn't much of an attempt! I dare say you gave in pretty easy!"
"What?!" Saki growled, leaning closer. "What are you implying?"
"Selective memory you have," April hissed, leaning forward herself, coming within inches of his face. "I simply played the coquette to get you to lower your defenses. And, boy, did it work! It only took one touch from me, one moan, and you were all over me, blubbering about how you'd always dreamed of touching me! Kissing me!"
Saki's eyes widened. He had clearly not remembered his own weakness. "Shut up! You lie!"
"Do I?" April whispered, and saw a spark of uncertainty dawn in his dark eyes. She realized, then, the power she really had over him. Now she lowered her voice to husky breathing. "All it took was me arching my back and rubbing my face against you...and you fell down on top of me, kissing me, groping me, putting your warm mouth over my neck and sliding your hand into my shirt..." she narrowed his eyes and put her face near his, breathing onto his cheek.
"Quiet, tramp," he choked, turning away from her.
April sat for a moment looking at his heaving shoulders, realizing she was treading the finest of blades. She inched toward him. "Why do you deny it? What is so horrible about wanting me?"
"You are the enemy," he snapped. "A Ninja Master is not controlled by his desires! He is immune to female allure..."
April reached out shakily and grasped his hand. He didn't look at her, but allowed her to lift his hand, and put it on her chest. Knowing that she was taking a great risk, but playing her only advantage, she slipped his limp hand into her shirt, and pressed it against her breast. For a moment, she felt electricity rush through her body. He turned suddenly, and with a moan of resignation, he clutched her body to his, kissing her hard. Now it was April's time to perform...she let her lips trail down his salty neck, began to move her hand down his torso...
Suddenly she was thrust away with a hard slap. Saki grabbed her and shoved her hard against the cool, stone wall. "You will not trick me again, Miss O'Neil!" His hand went around her neck and began to squeeze.
April struggled, but the fierceness in his eyes told her this time he meant to kill. "If you kill me.." she gasped. "...you will never get home...and you know it....only I can help you get to the turtles...and only...they can get you...out of here."
For a moment, everything went black. And then suddenly she was released. She dropped to the floor, gasping as the blackness fadedaway from her eyes.
He stood away from her, his voice shaking with rage. "I will let you live for now. But do not try any other of your vixen tricks." April lay on the floor looking up at him, realizing that was just what she was going to have to do if the turtles were to be rescued. Vixen tricks and then some...
To Be Continued...!
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Chapter 7
April gasped as the Priestess and her guards filled the room. She looked down at her one weapon, the pathetic little sai, and wondered how the hell she was going to get out of this.
"Woman of the other world," the Priestess said, striding forward with a flashing eye. "You have had your night with the Paelo. It is now time to transfer ownership. I am also afraid you must come with me. I see that Ancha has told you."
"She tried to escape," Ancha said, continuing to hold a strung arrow at April. She stepped back slowly and glared at April, pleading for her to escape, motioning with her eyes toward the back passage.
April noticed that Ancha had cut Shredder's bonds and he now stood passively watching this whole situation with blinking, sleepy eyes. She decided to take quick action. Like a flash she was behind him, an arm wrapping around his torso, the other holding the sai up to his neck. He tensed but didn't struggle. April peeked around his bulk. "If you come one step closer, I'll slit his throat!"
Suddenly, there was jolt of pain in April's hand. An arrow shot by a particularly accurate archer had knocked the sai out of her hand. It clattered under the bed. For a moment April thought all was lost, but she noticed the sleek, golden arrow lying at her feet. She scooped it up and placed its ultra sharp tip to Shredder's throat. Steeling herself, she slashed him with it. Shredder gasped and his hand went to his throat. It was a shallow cut, but April was satisfied to see a dramatic amount of blood pour down the front of his gi shirt. The archers surrounding them gasped and faltered with their weapons. Even the Priestess allowed alarm to show on her face. "Do not harm him!"
"I'll do worse than harm him" April hissed. "I've said from the beginning that although he was my property, he was a great enemy and an evil man. I could slit his throat in a second! Killing him would be my greatest triumph!"
"Do not..." the Priestess attempted to bargain. "We could work out some sort of trade...your friends..."
"Yes, my friends," April spat. She began to back out of the passage that Ancha indicated. The group of soldiers started forward, but in response April slashed at one of Shredder's biceps. He whimpered as blood surged down his arm. The Priestess held up her hands to her soldiers and they ceased to follow. "What do you want, woman of the other world?"
"I am leaving now with the Paelo," April said. "Do not attempt to follow, or I will kill him. We will return and bargain for my friends. Do not harm them or I will only return the Paelo's head to you!"
With that she dragged Shredder from the room and hurried him down the passage. She was amazed that he followed her even though she had just cut him twice. He held his arm, which was still bleeding badly, and glanced at her with a kind of confusion. "Look, I'm sorry I cut you," she whispered as they ran. "I won't hurt you again, but you have to help me get out of here! Those women back there will kill you...ok?"
He nodded as they ran, but still seemed unsure. They emerged from the dark passage in a kind of courtyard that was overgrown with disuse. They fought their way through the brush and came to an old garden wall and a rusted gate. April rattled it with despair and then turned to Shredder who watched her closely. "Kick it open!" she ordered. With seeming ease he lashed out at the metal gate and it flew open.
Before them lay a slope, leading down into the dense, dark jungle. April paused with anxiety, quickly calculated which way was north-west, then dragged Shredder into the brush after her.
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They had pushed through the dark, steamy jungle for what seemed like hours. April now knew why Ancha had told them to come this way. The jungle was so dense, she couldn't imagine anyone would ever be able to follow them. They were both sweaty and tired, April limping along in her gauzy dress and Shredder stumbling in his blood-stained tunic. She now regretted cutting him for two reasons: one, he had turned pale with obvious blood-loss. But, more importantly, over the last hour, his eyes had grown more and more aware and alert, as the searing pain of his wounds cut across the last remnant of the sleeping drug Ancha had administered the night before. All morning he had seemed to be in a waking sleep, but now it was obvious he was coming around.
April was beginning to feel dizzy with thirst and a bit hopeless when they emerged through a wall of brush and saw a dazzling sight. A great stone temple lay in a little clearing, choked with over-growth and vines, but still, offering an amount of shelter. Better, inside they could hear the trickling of water.
Instinctually, they both rushed inside and found a stone fountain trickling cold, pure, sparkling water. They both knelt and greedily gulped at the stone basin, then sat back panting and looking at each other. Shredder's eyes focused on her with a curiosity that April didn't like. It was obvious he was still a bit confused, but with each passing second he seemed to become more and more aware.
April sat back on the cool stone and thought hard. She had no vials of potion, no means to sedate him or drug him or whatever. This time, Shredder would wake up for real. She had two options: she could run away now and leave him here, but then she'd have no way to get the turtles back. She could tie him up...but April knew she could never get him to follow her to the Palace.
While she mused, she thought it would be best to cleanse his wounds. Crawling over to him, she tore off a section of her long, gauzy dress and dipped it in the cool water and rubbed the blood of his sticky skin. He watched with keen curiosity. She ripped off another section of her dress, enjoying the coolness the lightening of the garment afforded, and bound his arm. His neck had stopped bleeding on its own.
Now she sat back, looking into his eyes, wondering what she was going to do. He would be enraged when he awoke...he may even kill her...and run off. But, she told herself, with a certain dawning awareness, there was no way he could get home without her and the turtles. Something about the portal position that only Don knew. There was no trusting him...but one thing about Saki even the turtles could agree on...when it came to his own survival he was completely practical. Except, she mused, the night before when he kissed her...
April sighed and she was amused to see Shredder yawn. "I guess we should just sleep," she murmured to him. "And see what happens when we wake up...I guess that all depends on you..."
She leaned back onto the floor that was covered with vines and leaves, making a kind of soft bed. It was cool in the darkness and comfortable. She saw Saki sink to the floor as well. She knew she should stay alert and guard him, but how could that help in the long run? With exhaustion, she decided to leave it to chance and hope, and with a last glance across the cool darkness, she fell asleep...
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"So when do you think all the chicks are going to show up and start macking on us?" Raph asked.
"Shut up, Raphael," Leonardo said moodily.
"No really, if I'm going to die, I want to be used as a love slave first, dammit..."
"Ditto," said Mikey. "Make the best of the situation. Hey, if Shred-head's good enough..." The turtles were in a bright, circular chamber lined with shiny marble, chained to the wall at intervals, shells to the wall, facing the center.
"I can't believe we got captured..." Leo murmured to himself, in obvious disbelief.
"Believe it, bro," Raphael said sourly. "If we'd kicked these chicks asses way back when I suggested, they wouldn't have snuck up on us in the middle of the night and knocked us out."
"Hey, but on the bright side, does that mean we're love slaves?" Mikey asked eagerly.
"I don't think so," Don said quietly. "In fact, I'm beginning to wonder if that's what they really wanted to do to Shredder. I'm beginning to think they have an agenda we didn't even think of..."
"I just hope April got away," Leonardo said angrily.
Just then the Priestess barged into the chamber looking livid. "Your wish is granted male-creature!" She strode right up to Leonardo and struck him hard with an open hand.
"Do me next, ice princess!" Mike whined, dancing around in his chains.
"Yeah," said Raph. "I love it when you're moody."
She whirled on the rest of them. "Shut up! Or I will cut you all to pieces!"
"I guess April got away..." Leo said, trying to suppress a grin.
"Yes," the Priestess said, trying to regain her composure. "She made off with the Paelo. She thinks she will hold him hostage and exchange him for you four, but she is wrong."
"April took Shredder hostage?" Don said. "Hey, you've got to give the girl credit..."
The Priestess drew herself to full height. "Your friend will be severely disappointed. We will take the Paelo, and we will keep you four! We have discovered a way to, ah, make all of you useful..." her voice lowered, and she placed her hand under Leonardo's chin, lifting his face.
"Does that mean we get to be love slaves or what?" Raphael asked.
"Hardly," the Priestess said cooly. "I think you'll find our religion has veiled something a little less tantalizing than that. But don't worry, you will serve your purpose, and so will the Paelo, and that woman will pay for her treachery! When she arrives to bargain, she we will have a little surprise!" The Priestess laughed shrilly and stormed from the room.
"What the hell is she talking about?" asked Raphael.
"April better not try to come back..." Leonardo said. "She better just look for the portal. Maybe she was able to get Shed-head to talk."
"Maybe," said Don worriedly. "But then again, Shredder's going to come around some time, and when he does, he's not going to be very happy."
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April was awakened by a slap to the face. She recoiled on the floor, holding her burning cheek, and knew what had happened before she opened her eyes. Blinking in the semi-darkness of the evening, she looked up to see Oroku Saki's face looming over her, twisted with rage. He had built a fire, and his eyes gleamed fanatically in the dancing light.
"Good to see you join me, Miss O'Neil," he said coldly with an edge of rage that made her spine tingle. "I must speak with you."
She sat up slowly and glanced around. She was effectively cornered in the old temple, her back to the wall. He sat just inches from her, legs crossed, spine erect, muscles bulging as he breathed deeply, apparently trying to calm himself. He glared at her with such intensity, she turned her face away.
"You see, Miss O'Neil, I've had the strangest dreams. Dreams that seemed to last for days. I thought you could tell me about them." He leaned closer to her and took her face in a rough grip. "I thought you could tell me now!" he spat at her.
April sighed, deciding honesty at this point might come in handy. She reminded herself that Saki prided himself on adhering to a kind of cold logic, and she put her hopes in his seeing the usefulness of keeping her alive. "Where should I start?" she said quietly.
"Oh, I don't know," he said sarcastically. "Maybe when I was shot with drugs, or handled by a bunch of wenches, or perhaps, Miss O'Neil when you had me in bed..." he emphasized the last part cruelly and April found herself blushing. "I had no idea you were such a slut! I remember such bizarre things I can't even begin to think they're true..."
April swallowed with disgust, but decided to tell him as much as she could bear. She began with his capture by Ancha and her troupe, explained about the Priestess and what she said about the fate of men in that world and about Shredder's predicted fate, about the journey to the Palace, and stopped, not knowing how to proceed.
Saki's face had lost some its rage through her story, at one point being replaced with cold calculation. His logical nature had taken over, and his glare dissolved, replaced by a kind of thoughtfulness as he looked past her into nothingness. When she explained about the religion and the sacrifice of males, he had muttered to himself, "Of course, how could I have been so blinded..."
Now, as she approached the turtle's plan to get the information out of him, she found she couldn't continue. Just the thought of the night before made her shiver.
Shredder narrowed his eyes, gazing at her. "What is the matter, Miss O'Neil? Afraid to tell me about your methods of interrogation? Well, let me help you...I have a memory of you writhing under me like a cheap whore...attempting to break my discipline with your sluttish ways!"
April was tired of his taunting and decided to strike back, "It wasn't much of an attempt! I dare say you gave in pretty easy!"
"What?!" Saki growled, leaning closer. "What are you implying?"
"Selective memory you have," April hissed, leaning forward herself, coming within inches of his face. "I simply played the coquette to get you to lower your defenses. And, boy, did it work! It only took one touch from me, one moan, and you were all over me, blubbering about how you'd always dreamed of touching me! Kissing me!"
Saki's eyes widened. He had clearly not remembered his own weakness. "Shut up! You lie!"
"Do I?" April whispered, and saw a spark of uncertainty dawn in his dark eyes. She realized, then, the power she really had over him. Now she lowered her voice to husky breathing. "All it took was me arching my back and rubbing my face against you...and you fell down on top of me, kissing me, groping me, putting your warm mouth over my neck and sliding your hand into my shirt..." she narrowed his eyes and put her face near his, breathing onto his cheek.
"Quiet, tramp," he choked, turning away from her.
April sat for a moment looking at his heaving shoulders, realizing she was treading the finest of blades. She inched toward him. "Why do you deny it? What is so horrible about wanting me?"
"You are the enemy," he snapped. "A Ninja Master is not controlled by his desires! He is immune to female allure..."
April reached out shakily and grasped his hand. He didn't look at her, but allowed her to lift his hand, and put it on her chest. Knowing that she was taking a great risk, but playing her only advantage, she slipped his limp hand into her shirt, and pressed it against her breast. For a moment, she felt electricity rush through her body. He turned suddenly, and with a moan of resignation, he clutched her body to his, kissing her hard. Now it was April's time to perform...she let her lips trail down his salty neck, began to move her hand down his torso...
Suddenly she was thrust away with a hard slap. Saki grabbed her and shoved her hard against the cool, stone wall. "You will not trick me again, Miss O'Neil!" His hand went around her neck and began to squeeze.
April struggled, but the fierceness in his eyes told her this time he meant to kill. "If you kill me.." she gasped. "...you will never get home...and you know it....only I can help you get to the turtles...and only...they can get you...out of here."
For a moment, everything went black. And then suddenly she was released. She dropped to the floor, gasping as the blackness fadedaway from her eyes.
He stood away from her, his voice shaking with rage. "I will let you live for now. But do not try any other of your vixen tricks." April lay on the floor looking up at him, realizing that was just what she was going to have to do if the turtles were to be rescued. Vixen tricks and then some...
To Be Continued...!
