Rating: T for occasional language. Also see other warnings.

Disclaimer: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and all related characters belong to Nickelodeon.

Summary: Bradford has always blamed Michelangelo for his misfortunes and especially for his mutation so when he manages to capture the young ninja, he's going to make sure he knows exactly what it's like. 2k12 AU.

Warning: Warnings for physical and mental torture in this story abound, as well as for implied and highly disturbing situations. Trigger warnings may apply for some chapters. There will not however, be gruesome details. Some things are best left up to the imagination.

A/N: Possible trigger warning for this chapter for strongly implied situations.

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Fourteen: Some versions of Mikey have shown more talent in the spiritual arts than others but as to why Mikey in this story doesn't try to meditate and contact his family again like he did before being ripped out of New York, well, that will be addressed in a later chapter. I don't remember which one (I have over 30 chapters already written and separated into chapters) but it is a while away yet. However, even if he did reach them and ask for help, other than that he is in Japan, he has no idea where he is. He couldn't tell them where to find him if he tried :-(

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How Much is that Turtle in the Window

ch 8

Surrounded by warmth, a strong antiseptic smell and the quiet yet familiar tapping of fingers on a keyboard, Mikey worked to blink open his eyes and look around. To his surprise and fright, he found himself back in the vet surgery laying on the low dog bed he'd spent nearly a week on with a warm blanket draped over him and a drip inserted, taped down into his right elbow. Blinking in confusion at how and when he came back here, Mikey swallowed painfully. Man, but his throat was sore, both inside and out and his tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth.

Weakly, he tried to push himself up, crying out silently at the pain lancing through his hands and collapsing again as they gave way beneath him. The typing stopped and Mai was on her feet, rushing toward him.

"You're awake at last," she said in relief as Mikey gazed blearily up at her in confusion. "You've been unconscious for three days, Spot. We almost lost you."

'Three days?' Mikey stared in shock. Then he shuddered as the rest of her words hit him. 'Almost lost me? What? Why? How?'

His look of alarm must have communicated itself to Mai because she decided to explain further. "I believe infection began setting in from the burns and broken bones in your paws," she said softly as Mikey turned his head to stare down at the paw nearest him, his right one, in disbelief. "Chris is a fool! Those were meant to be lockable, not sealed by being welded together! Apparently, he had it changed because you kept trying to work yourself free of your previous restraints and he decided not to take the risk going forward."

Mikey's glower darkened.

"Unfortunately, that means it is not possible to treat your paws properly. Thankfully, they do have slits for allowing air in and because of this, I have repeatedly soaked your paws in an antiseptic solution to disinfect them while you have been unconscious."

'That explains the smell,' he realised with another shudder.

"I've also been giving you doses of the antibiotics I know work on you. Thankfully, that has been enough to bring your fever down. However, I can't do anything to set the broken bones," she continued apologetically. The woman then reached over to bring the nearby bowl of water within Mikey's reach and waited while he thankfully drank, soothing his dry throat. When he finished, she started talking again.

"And that brings me to another problem. Hakuba-san gave you some painkillers to enable you to walk - a very ill-conceived notion considering your condition at the time."

Mikey nodded emphatically, then froze in fear as he caught her stern, warning look.

"Hakuba-san mentioned how you fought against taking it, that you kept trying to throw up afterwards. Did you know that medication was poisonous to you?"

Mikey hesitated, then blinked once, very deliberately. Donnie had long drilled it into them not to take untested medication, even simple headache tablets, as they were designed for human use, not mutant turtle use. Thanks to the human part of their DNA, his brother discovered after much careful testing that much of it was fine for them to use but many others were not and the side effects could either just make them sick or worse, potentially kill them. He'd known the brand Hakuba showed him to be one of the latter and that was why he'd fought so hard against it.

"Right..." Mai muttered. "I'm going to have to test common medications thoroughly in case you ever need any."

Mikey shrank back, eyes wide with terror. He so shouldn't have nodded! Now she had the excuse she needed to experiment on him, no matter if it was for his own safety in this particular case.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to use anything on you until I know it's safe for you. I'll take more blood to test while you are here," Mai reassured Mikey gently with a pat on his head. "Now, thanks to your injuries, you'll be staying here for a few more days. I can't have you walking around while your paws are in such grievous condition and I don't trust Chris to look after you properly in the meantime."

Mikey's gaze darted frantically around the room. He wasn't safe here by a long shot but he was better off in here than out there. At least Mai cared a little. Then he froze again, horrified by his traitorous thoughts. No, she didn't care, she just didn't want to damage her precious specimen and that was all he was to her, he reminded himself with another shudder. A specimen to be studied once the opportunity finally came. He had to stop letting his guard down around her before she used it against him to get that chance.

"You know, after I stabilised you, I took x-rays to see how badly your paws were broken and decided I may as well also take one of your left arm, to see how that is going while I was at it," Mai suddenly stated excitedly. "It's healing at an incredible rate! Far faster than humans or other animals normally heal. I assume that's the mutagen in your system at work?"

Mikey just stared up at her, shaking slightly and refusing to respond for his own sake. He and his brothers always had healed faster than humans, something their father was constantly amazed at when they were little and just one small part of why he feared them falling into the hands of human scientists.

"At the rate your arm is healing, I'll probably be able to remove the cast in another two or three weeks," Mai gushed enthusiastically, rubbing her hands briefly. "This raises so many possibilities. If I can just isolate what it is that enables to you heal at such a rate, think of all the good it could do for the Foot!"

'Yeah, because forget everyone else outside of your evil organisation,' Mikey snorted to himself, turning his head away from her again.

"I tried asking Chris for a sample to compare to but he refused. Oh well, I'll just have to try again later. Maybe after the next time he displeases Master Shredder. Something he's done a lot since first meeting you, Spot," Mai smiled; it wasn't a pleasant sight.

Mikey shuddered. Yeah, so he gathered from what the bitter former martial arts hero often claimed.

"Well, that's something to look forward to at least. Oh, do you need to urinate?" she asked, picking up a large bowl and bringing it close.

Mikey stared back up at her in disbelief, mouth agape.

"Because I was serious before. I don't want you moving around and putting any weight on those forepaws of yours. As a result, you'll notice your leash is much shorter this time."

Mikey turned his head to see she was right. In fact, there were two chains leading from what he assumed was the collar on his neck, one each leading to rings bolted to the floor on either side, giving him wriggle room but not enough to even get off the matt. Tears threatened but he blinked them back rapidly. He wouldn't cry in front of this woman or anyone else in this horrible place for that matter!

"Needing help is nothing to be ashamed of Spot, it's a natural bodily function."

Unable to express himself any other way, Mikey bared his teeth and turned away. Like hell would he ever allow her to help or even see!

-:-

Another week of humiliation and questions he could only answer though blinking passed before Mai deemed Mikey healed enough to be released from her care back to his kennel. However, it was with the strict instructions that he stay off his paws as much as possible and that neither Bradford nor Hakuba were to take him out of his kennel for training until she approved. That didn't mean, however, that they couldn't come into his enclosure and torment or train him in other ways.

Hakuba, in fact, decided to take it upon himself to train Mikey to only be allowed to eat upon command, punishing him with the shock collar or his belt strap if he tried to eat without permission or if he didn't eat immediately when told to, no matter what the dish was. He even went so far as to taunt him with treats such as pizza a couple of times, having found out from Mai's file on him that that was something Mikey loved. Then, to make matters worse, he moved on to toilet training, forcing Mikey to suffer for hours with a full bladder before allowing him to go in front of curious onlookers. To his chagrin, Mikey had discovered on his first night back that even at night, his sandpit was lit with a floodlight, affording him no privacy even then and he burned with anger, shame and hatred towards his captors.

Then came other typical dog training. That of learning to sit, lie down and roll over on command. Anything that didn't involve actually walking around and putting weight on his hands for long. All done on the grass of his enclosed run where anyone could watch and laugh, provided they didn't have other things they needed to do. Often, Mai even came along to watch, ostensibly to make sure Hakuba and Dogpound weren't disobeying her orders of Mikey keeping off his hands.

After the cast on his arm was finally removed, Mai gave the go-ahead for Hakuba to take Mikey from his run, as long as he took it easy to begin with and that's when the training to heel and then fetch began anew.

Mikey was tired. The day had been long and hot and it was his first full day of training after taking it slow for the last week. He hadn't been allowed to sit or lay down since being taken from his kennel soon after dawn, nor had he been allowed to relieve himself. Any time he tried to sit while Hakuba worked with actual dogs in front of him was met with his shock collar being activated by a maliciously grinning Dogpound at Hakuba's request. He stared longingly over at the trough of water, desperate for a drink but even had he been allowed to move from the spot, the muzzle, which was now always on when he was removed from his kennel, other than when 'playing fetch', was tight enough to prevent him from doing so. A quick jolt of electricity suddenly arced through his neck again, causing him to gasp and stumble.

"Eyes on your training master, Spot!" Dogpound growled gleefully and Mikey stiffened, quickly getting back to his hands and knees lest he be shocked again for being too slow and tried to focus on Hakuba again as he trained yet another dog in an advanced technique. He shook in anger. He knew he was supposed to watch to learn what was expected of him but it was too much. Mikey wobbled on his feet as his vision swam alarmingly. He needed to rest and drink. They seriously couldn't expect him to continue like this in this heat. Hell! He wasn't even used to the blazing sun, having spent all his life in the sewers and only coming out under cover of night more recently. It may have been Autumn but this part of Japan was experiencing a late last-ditch heatwave, as he'd heard a couple of Foot Soldiers complaining about as they pulled their all-cover black uniforms away from sweat-drenched bodies when passing his run yesterday afternoon. He'd just been glad of the shade from the trees surrounding him at the time. It was much cooler in the shade than inside the kennel itself.

With his eyes glazed over, he didn't notice Hakuba finish working with the actual dogs until the human was in front of him, pulling the muzzle free from his face. He blinked sweat from his eyes rapidly and looked up expectantly at the man who simply stood there, watching him in return.

[Drink!] Hakuba commanded, unclipping the leash from his collar.

'Oh, thank god!' Mikey thought desperately, immediately racing over to the trough as fast as the pain and heavy weights on his hands and legs would allow. He'd only had a couple of mouthfuls, his mouth fully in the trough instead of lapping it up like expected of him when Hakuba appeared at his side.

[Leave it!] Hakuba demanded angrily. [Back away and sit!]

'What?' Mikey glared up at him in disbelief, refusing to back away as told. He was far too thirsty.

[Back up and sit!] Hakuba repeated darkly. [If you are not going to drink like the dog you are, you will not drink at all.]

Mikey felt the fury at the unfairness rise within. "I can't get enough by using my tongue," he protested voicelessly, "and you haven't let me drink all day, dude!" He bared his teeth a moment, then quickly returned to the trough, drinking once more. At that moment, he felt the leash snap back onto his permanent collar and yanked, before a faceless soldier dragged him away, returning him to his kennel for the night without dinner.

-:-

Michelangelo awoke the next morning, stomach aching with hunger as Bradford threw the door to his kennel open with a maliciously wide grin. He shuddered in fear at the sight and fought not to draw away; it always made things far worse when he did.

"Change of plans, today, Spot," Bradford growled with pleasure as he came at him with his muzzle and leash. Trembling, Mikey stayed his ground as the mutant dog put them on him, pulling the straps of the muzzle as tight as he had when they were back on the ship. [Heel, Spot,] he demanded, using the command he'd been trained to respond to over the last few days.

'What about breakfast?' Mikey thought desperately, starving through lack of dinner the night before. He looked towards where the bowl was usually placed.

[Heel!] Bradford growled again, tugging painfully at him. "You really are a stupid mongrel, Spot. Even the most stubborn dog learns faster than you!"

Mikey bared his teeth beneath the muzzle, not caring if his captor saw or not.

"You really shouldn't have disobeyed yesterday, or shown you were anything more than a stupid mutt by trying to talk back," Bradford continued mockingly as he led the way from the building, making a shiver race down Mikey's shell. To his horror, that was when he realised he was being led back towards the main building, where the vet surgery was.

'Oh god! No! No! Please don't take me to Mai!' he cried mentally, the terror rising within. He pulled away, ignoring how the collar cut into his throat and choked him but Bradford merely pulled back, dragging him along the ground and laughing.

"Yes, as a consequence of your bad behaviour, Mai gets free reign to do with you as she pleases today," Bradford crowed with pleasure. "You should hear some of the exciting plans she has for you. She's told me about them often."

'Nonononono!' Mikey cried to himself in distress, scrabbling wildly at the ground with useless paws to escape.

"Be thankful, mongrel, she said she'll be going easy on you for your first session," Bradford continued taunting him. "In fact, I believe you'll be in for quite a treat, perhaps even some pleasure at the end!" He roared loudly with laughter.

All too soon, a half-conscious Mikey was dragged up the steps and along the hallway to the surgery where Bradford knocked on the door before simply opening it and dragging Mikey inside.

Inside, Mai stood, beaming excitedly at Bradford. Mikey immediately pressed himself to the floor, instinctively sticking his legs out to catch the doorframe. Unfortunately, two Foot Soldiers standing outside each grabbed a foot, freeing his hold on the door and flinging him inside.

"Lay the animal on its side on the table, Chris," Mai commanded, referring to him as if he were an object instead of a sentient being. "Soldiers, come inside. I want you to hold it firmly in place so it can't move."

Still fighting desperately against Dogpound, Mikey felt hands grab hold of him. They lifted him into the air, all but dropping him onto the cold metal table. There, he was roughly grabbed and turned onto his left side. Straps were pulled tightly across him, securing him in place as best they could, all while the two ninja continued to hold him while he struggled valiantly.

"I suggest you stay still, Spot," Mai warned sternly. "This will hurt as I will not be giving you any anaesthetic and I would hate for you to be paralysed because you fought back like the idiot Chris suggests you are."

Mikey's eyes widened in horror. 'Paralysed? What are you planning to...' Suddenly, he felt something cold and damp wiped against his neck where his spine met the rim of his shell, followed by a painful prick of something, a large needle being inserted. "AH!'' he gasped in agony. He tried to turn his head but the tight strap holding it down prevented him from doing so.

"Lumbar punctures aren't normally performed so high up on the subject but unfortunately, the shell on this one makes it impossible to go any lower," Mai explained to, Mikey assumed, Bradford.

"Can't you just remove the shell? No other dogs have them."

Mikey's eyes widened again in terror and if he'd been capable of whimpering, he would have done so. Loudly.

"Not without killing it," Mai replied distantly as she worked behind Mikey. "Here, Chris, do me a favour and place this container on my desk carefully while I draw another sample."

In the end, five samples in total were taken with Mai moving the syringe twice to other locations higher on Mikey's neck. He wasn't sure if it was necessary to do so much but he would have bet it wasn't, that she was only doing so to torture him further. Finally, after feeling a bandaid placed on the final puncture site, Mai walked past him to clean up her equipment and put her samples away as he was left laying, trembling in place.

Finally, the vet returned. "Remove the animal's leg braces and turn it onto its shell. Make sure the straps are firm but do not strap its head down yet."

The two Foot Soldiers worked quickly to do as bade and Mikey's vision swam before him from the growing headache and sudden movement. He fought weakly against the straps again but they were tight and felt like they were cutting into his flesh.

'Someone help me...' Mikey moaned pitifully to himself as Mai entered his vision again, smiling happily. She reached down to ease his head up and undo the straps of the muzzle before turning to face Bradford, suddenly annoyed.

"I thought I already spoke to you about how tight you always put this on," she chided, bothered by seeing the deep indentations in Mikey's face where the straps cut in.

Bradford grunted, "It was punishment. Can't expect me to take Spot's misbehaviour lightly."

Mai sighed exasperatedly. "There is punishment and then there is unnecessary cruelty. You need to learn the difference, Chris."

"There's no blood, is there?"

"No," Mai conceded with another sigh. "Not this time."

"Then what does it matter?" Bradford growled. "Maybe next time Spot will rethink his disobedience. Especially after today. Though somehow, I doubt it. He's far too stupid," he added, sneering down at Mikey.

"Well, I don't think it takes much excuse for you to mete out punishment, Chris," Mai scowled. "And quite honestly, not feeding it in preparation for today's session would be punishment and deterrent enough, without adding in needless torture on top of that."

Mikey blinked as he wriggled his jaw around, trying to get the blood flow and feeling back. So that was why he hadn't been fed? Part punishment and part... he swallowed uncomfortably, partly for today's experimentation.

"You're entitled to your opinion Mai but you will not change mine. Spot is in my charge. You are only in charge of his health and I will treat him as I see fit as long as he is alive and in somewhat decent health. Now just get on with your job."

Anger filled Mai's eyes and she retorted, [Hai, Bradford-sama!] Then, turning to Mikey again, she commanded, "Open your mouth, Spot."

Mikey stared up at her for a moment, then thinking better of it, reluctantly opened his mouth, only to see a speculum similar to the one she had used on him when she paralysed his vocal cords all those weeks ago. "No, not that thing again," he whispered silently in terror.

Mai's expression turned cold. "And with that, Spot, you have just earned yourself another session with me later this week. Thank you for your donation towards science."

Mikey looked at her pleadingly, opening his mouth to beg when she countered with, "Do you want to make it another two sessions? I really wouldn't mind. I have a lot of research I've been anxious to get on with."

'No...' he thought to himself, closing his eyes in defeat and opening his mouth as commanded. A moment later, he felt the device inserted into his mouth, two solid metal plates against his upper and lower teeth and a third smaller one extending out to press his tongue to the bottom of his mouth. The straps were tied firmly behind his head and the wheel cranked, prising his jaws apart until it bordered on painful. Then, and only then, was his head strapped down against the table so he couldn't move it.

"Comfortable, Spot?" Dogpound guffawed from somewhere behind Mikey. Mikey didn't even bother to open his eyes. He didn't want to see or give the monster behind him any extra satisfaction.

Suddenly, he felt something pass through his mouth and slide into his throat and remembering last time, he panicked. His eyes shot open and he bucked, his breath wheezing in distress as he stared up with bulging, terrified eyes at Mai.

"Settle down, Spot," she warned. "There is nothing to worry about."

'Like hell, there isn't!' Mikey screamed mentally, wriggling ineffectually where he lay. 'Get it out! Get it out! Get it out!' he begged, gagging on the foreign object as it continued its inexorable slide down inside of him.

"It's just an endoscope, Spot," Mai soothed distantly, talking to him once more. "A camera with a tool for taking samples so I can explore your insides without cutting you open to get at them. I'm sorry that I can't give you the paralytic I gave you last time to keep you still but it would interfere with the results of the final test I need to perform today."

"Added bonus of giving him space to panic," Dogpound mocked loudly in delight.

"If you can't keep your unhelpful comments to yourself, Chris, you can leave," Mai warned flatly as she focused on her computer screen. "As you already admitted, I am in charge of its health and this surgery is my domain. Despite outranking me, you have no say in here."

Mikey's eyes darted around wildly, seeing how the Foot Soldiers too were enjoying themselves at his expense.

"Seriously, Spot, this will go far easier on you if you calm down and keep still," Mai suggested without even glancing his way.

But Mikey couldn't. Not with that thing inside of him working its way slowly down his throat. His breathing hastened uncontrollably as his breaths turned shallow and he couldn't get enough air, even with his mouth forced wide open.

Mai stopped pushing the device down his throat, letting it just sit there in place as she waited. While it didn't make things feel any better, neither did it make it worse and the stillness of the thin cable made it easier for him to get used to its presence and slowly, finally, Mikey's breathing calmed again.

"I'm starting again. Stay calm," the veterinarian warned quietly.

"Or don't," Bradford laughed again. "It's much more entertaining watching you squirm and panic, Spot."

Mikey scowled as best he could with his face spread the way it was and Mai whipped around in anger. "Get out, Chris! You are no longer welcome in here while I am operating."

Bradford stood up, glaring in shock. "You can't order me around, Hideki Mai! I am your superior!"

"Not in this surgery, you are not!" she retorted furiously. "You are making my job harder by both antagonising the subject and distracting me! Foot Soldiers, remove him!"

Dogpound stared at them in disdain. "You know I can wipe the floor with these pathetic little nobodies, even in this slow, clumsy body your 'subject' gave me!"

"Then I will just go higher up the chain of command," she retorted, getting up and walking out of Mikey's range of sight. His sensitive hearing recognised the sound of her pressing buttons on a phone.

"Fine, I'll leave but you better not coddle the damn mongrel."

"Wouldn't dream of it," she fired back immediately.

"I'll be watching from the security room!"

"As long as it's not from in here!"

Bradford growled and slammed the door behind him as he left and Mai returned to Mikey's side, seething quietly as Mikey searched her face. He couldn't understand her. One minute she was indifferent to him and the next, seemed to sympathise but he couldn't tell if she truly felt sorry for him or if it was just because of a love of animals that somehow, partially extended to him, despite him not being just an animal. And yet, she was still Foot and relished the job that allowed her to do things she'd never legally be allowed to do otherwise. He tried to communicate to her with his eyes, hoping that sympathy might lead to her stopping what she was doing but it was not to be and he gagged again as he felt the tube begin sliding down inside him once more.

Nearly two hours of uncomfortable probing and sample taking passed before Mai was satisfied and pulled the endoscope out. Not a word had been spoken in all that time, not even from the silent Foot Soldiers nearby.

When she was done, she stalked away and Mikey could hear the fridge door open and water being poured. His throat felt irritated from the violation and just like yesterday, he was thirsty as well, having not had a chance to drink since being so rudely woken today.

[Take a break, Soldiers. You have thirty minutes before I want you back in here,] Mai called tiredly from across the room.

[Hai, Hideki-sama,] one answered cheerfully. Mikey couldn't tell which.

[What about the... dog?] the other asked warily.

[Leave it. It's fine where it is,] Mai replied and Mikey bristled. He wasn't fine. His body had been violated twice and he was hungry, thirsty and needed to pee so badly it was an effort not to wet himself and most of all, he just wanted to be able to move. By now, he'd happily have taken the chance to even crawl around on all fours in his enclosure with the whole compound watching and taunting him.

[Would you like us to send someone in to guard it in our place, Hideki-sama?]

[No need. It can't move anyway.]

Anger flashed in Mikey's eyes and with his mouth still forced wide open, he struggled to swallow his anger back down. Heck, his mouth was too dry to swallow anyway and it the longer it was forced open this way, the more it hurt!

The door closed as the two humans left and he was left alone in silence with Mai somewhere in the room, unable to do anything but stare towards the ceiling or close his eyes so reluctantly, he chose to do just that.

Sometime later, Mikey felt more than heard movement by his side and his eyes flashed open again to see Mai studying him thoughtfully. She gave him a half-smile and asked, "Thirsty?"

Mikey was so desperate he tried to nod until he remembered that was a punishable offence for him and for the first time that day, he found himself grateful for the strap holding his head firmly in place. Instead, he blinked, fully aware that while answering like that wasn't dog-like behaviour either, at least Dogpound had never actually banned it.

"Good. Blink when it's too much and you need me to stop or slow down," Mai replied, holding up a bottle of water.

Mikey blinked once again and suddenly her hand was hovering over his open mouth and she dropped something inside. A couple of pills of some sort, he realised with panic as he felt them hit the back of his mouth, 'What are those?' Then the woman tipped the bottle, slowly pouring liquid into his wide-open mouth.

Being unable to move his trapped tongue made it hard to swallow, not that he wanted to with those unknown pills in his mouth. Distressed again, he tried to expel the pills and therefore the precious water but Mai slowed down, not allowing the water to fill too much of his mouth.

"Just let it flow down, Spot."

Mikey blinked twice in quick succession desperately. He wouldn't!

"Let it go down and I'll remove the speculum."

'You're insane!' Mikey screamed to himself; he'd had enough. 'Last time someone made me swallow pills it nearly killed me!'

"You know I wouldn't knowingly give you anything that will cause you harm," Mai soothed as if she'd been able to read his mind.

'Bullshit, lady! Everything you've done has harmed me one way or another from the start!' he spat mentally as he choked, hating that he could feel the cool, soothing water slipping down his throat yet was unable to do anything to stop it.

"That's it," Mai soothed gently. "Drink up, let it flow. Good boy, Spot." She watched him as he breathed harshly, trying to get his breath back. "Do you want some more?"

Damn it but he did. He was still desperately thirsty and fighting tears of frustration, he managed to blink once deliberately.

Finally, a few minutes later, the vet removed the speculum and the strap holding down his head. Then patting his arm as he worked his jaw, she moved away again. Frustrated beyond belief, Mikey lifted his head and thumped it back hard against the metal surgical table before turning his head and staring miserably in the opposite direction of where Mai went.

Suddenly, the door opened and Mikey's eyes widened in fright as the two faceless ninja entered and reported back to the woman.

[Keep an eye on it but relax. Let me know the moment you see any effect.]

'Effect?' Mikey wondered, feeling a terrified chill race through him again. 'What effect? What did you give me?'

[Hai, Hideki-sama!]

[Feel free to stimulate it to speed up the process.]

Mikey picked up his head again and slammed it back down to catch Mai's attention, then fixed her with a desperate questioning look. 'What did you give me?' he repeated, hoping she'd suddenly be able to read his mind again.

Mai pursed her lips a moment. Then, "Do you know what Viagra is, Spot?"

Mikey stared in confusion and then blinked again, once.

"Well, what I gave you is not that but it's based on it and it should have a similar effect on you," she explained with a serene smile. "This drug has been engineered specifically for your biochemistry based on the blood samples I've taken from you and unlike Viagra where it won't work on someone who is not sexually excited, this one is guaranteed to bring you to attention whether you want it to or not."

Mikey's jaw dropped in horror. 'I don't want my private parts out in front of you or anyone else!'

"I need a semen sample," Mai explained with a shrug. "This is the only way since I somehow doubt you'd give me a fresh sample otherwise. Besides, you haven't let me properly study that part of you before now so I aim to rectify that lack of basic knowledge in the process."

Mikey shuddered in disgust and horror. Well, besides the embarrassment of being fully on display when his penis engorged to a point he could no longer keep it contained in its hidden pouch, she was going to dip out on what she wanted because even if he had use of his hands, he wouldn't have masturbated in front of them. They were therefore at an impasse.

"Don't worry, Three-Five-Eight here is apparently very skilled and will help you relieve yourself."

One of the Foot Soldiers gave him a jaunty wave.

"He's been admiring you since you arrived and has been looking for a chance to indulge his curiosity. This is the only way I will allow him to do so."

A nightmare, Mikey realised, mortified and terrified. He was trapped in a nightmare he was never waking up from.

-:-


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