Strange experiment

Anu tried with all her might, even using her body weight, to close the large door just to keep him out and bide herself time. It was too little too late; she backed against the other side of the Module as he stepped inside and slid next to her in front of the control panel.


“There’s a button for that.” he said softly, hit a blue button and the door slammed shut. He turned to her and looked at her for a long time in silence. Just stared at her. He leaned forward a touch, his arm draped over the back of the seat behind her. Anu flinched. “Now…. why, exactly, did you kick me?” he asked finally, his tone calm, cool.

“I… you’re with those jerks who tried to-”

“Did you think you‘d come out of it without consequences?” he brought his fist up and cracked his knuckles.

“You… wouldn’t…” she gulped, and Shredder smirked savagely as he wound his arm back, fist clenched.

Oh God, those blades.

His body jerked forward and Anu winced and screamed, her back flat against the wall behind her as she awaited his deadly blow.

Nothing but dead silence.
She was afraid to open her eyes, for the fear of him cruelly hitting her with her eyes open was too much to bear. Her eyelids flickered when she suddenly felt contact to her mouth; her heart almost stopped as she flinched and stifled a scream. It was only his lips softly brushing against hers, her heart furiously pounded in her head as she opened her eyes halfway. He remained positioned with his lips pressed gently against hers for several moments before he pulled away.


“And ruin that exquisite face… no.” he traced her jaw with one finger, and after his eyes scoped her face he sat back and set his hand on a lever. “Let’s go for a little ride, shall we?” he flicked a switch overhead and the engine started. “I’ll take you somewhere… we can be alone.” he slowly pulled the lever back and the module surged forward. The speed accelerated quickly and suddenly they shot into the large dark tube, where they were thrust straight up into the earth like a rocket. Sitting up, their weight was now shifted to their backs. Anu looked out the small window on the side, and saw dirt scraping against it from the outside.


“Where are we?” she asked, and watched him as he looked into the small sonar screen, his arm closest to her reached up and skillfully pressed a series of switches and buttons on the ceiling above and she suddenly felt the air conditioning come on and lights in the side panels lit the module, a lot like first class in an airplane during a redeye. She watched his arm in awe, his biceps and triceps were outstanding.


“We’re in the earth.” He said calmly, focused on the screen and what he was doing, her eyes took in his profile; she studied how his faceplate framed his face, curved over his nose, he looked good with it on as well as without it. She couldn’t believe she was attracted to her captor and his armor.

It was asinine.


Shredder pushed another lever and the module straightened, then he pulled back on another and they came to a slow stop. Pressing a couple buttons and the motor ceased humming. Anu’s eyes widened.


“How far down are we?” she asked and Saki turned to her.

“Several miles.”

“We…” her eyes darted side to side frantically. “I’m… I don’t like it in here. I can’t breathe. I’m gonna die down here… I’m gonna die!!! Let Go back!! Let me out!!! I‘m gonna-”


Shredder gave her a quick sharp slap across the face, merely shocking her enough to quiet her.

“You’re not going to suffocate and you’re not going to die, Anu.” Shredder wagged his finger at her. “You are safer here than you are in the technodrome…” he sat back and looked at the monitor. “Those moronic mutants are a bloody nuisance.” he sighed, and sat back gazing at the front panel, all the buttons lit up the front of the module with a soft glow, some would blink; it looked a little bit like Christmas.

Then he turned to her and leaned forwards, his hand brushed some strands of her hair to the side and his face was inches away, she could feel his heat. She heard a couple clicking sounds directly behind her. She realized he was hitting some buttons, when suddenly the seat fell down behind her and she followed. She lay stunned on her back and looked up at the ceiling, almost dizzily. He then slid himself past her to the back of the module. She turned on her side and realized all 3 rows of seats had flattened together and formed a big mattress. Shredder made himself comfortable at the very back, stretched his arms and legs out and yawned. Anu sat up and leaned on her hand looking at him curiously. He beckoned her with a couple quick gestures of his finger. She gave him a questioning look and he lowered his head, his eyes now glared at her and he snapped his fingers and pointed at his legs.


“Remove my greaves.”

She crawled up to his feet and examined them. She wasn’t sure how to do it. He turned his leg a little. “There are clamps on the side. Pull them back.” She saw them, and daintily clasped the top clamp and pulled it back. One by one she unfastened the clips and the first greave was off. “Put it in the far corner. Neatly.” he said quietly. She lifted it up and it was rather heavy; she did as such, same with the other leg. He raised his arms. “Now these.” he turned his wrists, his arm blades reflected little lights everywhere. She slowly crawled up to him and he extended his hand out to her. She slid off the hand armor and put it down beside her, and proceeded with the plates on his arms, then piled them all with the others. When she turned back to him, he already had his shoulder blades off and set to the side.


He removed his faceplate and helmet. She piled them in the front as well. He patted the space beside him with a come-hither look. She acquiesced, took her place beside him and stared at the front. In the corner of her eye she could see him open a compartment on the side wall where he took out a small glass and a flask. He poured a small portion of the contents of the flask into the cup and swigged it back.
“Ahhhhhhhhh” he smacked his lips, and let out a dry seething noise between his teeth. He poured another, and she watched this.

“… I could use a stiff one.” she hinted. He took out an other glass and filled it, passed it to her. She took a small sip. “Aaah, it’s Whiskey…” she scrunched up her face and shuddered. “Hooh! That went right through my nipples!” she shook her head wildly, then leaned back and relaxed. Shredder smirked softly and took another sip. “Do you do this often? I mean you keep a flask of whiskey in the back seat.”


“Yeah sometimes I like to escape Krang’s constant bitching and those two idiots always getting in my way and making a mess. Here, no one can bother me and I can get a decent rest.” he fiddled with a panel on the side and symphony music started to play.

“Oh, that’s much better. It’s so quiet in here otherwise, like how it would probably be like in a quiet room in the insane asylum, or a tomb.” she sipped as Saki leaned forward, removed his top and flung it to the side. He cracked his neck and back and leaned back again. Anu couldn’t help look at his chest, and she could feel her face burning up. She quickly looked at his face, and his expression was that of self-satisfaction. He sipped his whiskey, and whenever she saw he wasn’t looking at her she’d sneak a look at his chest and study it’s perfection. She’d never seen such wonderfully cut muscles before. She tried to calm her breathing. “So… what kind of music do you have here…” she asked, finally.

“Everything.”
“Really??”
“We’re hooked up to every radio station by satellite and you can search for any song you want and play it.”
“Isn’t that illegal?”

He looked at her, rather amused by her innocence.
“Of course.”
Anu looked at him and then the panel.
“May I?” she gestured, and he nodded.
“Help yourself.”


She leaned forward and crawled towards the panel, over his legs and balanced herself over him with her one hand between his legs, the other leaned against the panel and she looked over at him shortly with a bashful smile, then examined the panel. She couldn’t understand the controls. She pressed one button that looked like a seeker but it just made loud white noise.


“Here.” Shredder leaned forward and gently tapped her hand aside, and pressed a couple buttons; Anu watched his large hand quickly type about and on the screen there appeared an empty black page with a bar on top and a cursor blinking in it, a graphic of a keyboard beneath it. “You type whatever song you desire to play in this bar and it will appear in the blank space below. You can make a playlist if you wish.” he then leaned back and Anu rubbed her upper lip with her index finger.


She pondered over what song would coin the moment when suddenly she felt his palm nestle just above the small of her back; she felt his middle finger graze her tailbone.


Upon feeling this sensation she gasped shortly, it was a completely new, forbidden place; she blushed madly as the sensation gave her goose-bumps and tingling sensations traveled straight to her genitals. She almost looked over at him but dared not to. She could tell he was smirking and enjoying this. It was all very titillating and strange, and as his finger continued to rub she felt herself actually start to enjoy the sensation.


She gulped and tried to ignore it, finally she gathered her wits and typed away, her arms shaking. His hand moved further down, grazing her ass crack very close to her genitals. Her hands trembled as she fuddled with the keyboard, she had to go back and retype a few letters a couple times. Shredder was more than amused.


The first to play was “You Look so Fine” by Garbage. She looked away hiding her expression as it played, as she picked it because of him. She then wondered if he’d pick up on the lyrics. That song started playing in her head after she first saw him. Then she thought, ‘Ah, he’s a guy- he won’t pick up on that.’

‘It's so insane
You've got me tethered and chained
I hear your name
And I'm falling over’

He sipped his drink, and Anu did the same, cupping the drink in both her hands as if it was a warm cup of cocoa. She wondered why he was so calm all of a sudden, he had her trapped in this small space but wasn’t ravaging her by now. Perhaps it was because in such privacy, he could take his time? Or maybe it was because in the technodrome he had something to prove… especially with everyone spying on them and Krang urging him on. Perhaps he wasn’t so ‘bad’ after all.


‘I'm open wide
I want to take you home
We'll waste some time
You're the only one for me’


The fact that he was so calm and collected drinking that drink and relaxing with her was almost driving her crazy. She really enjoyed it, though, and the thought of his hands all over her was starting to take over her mind. She looked at him, her eyes soft, her mouth open, she wanted to know him. She wanted to know who he really was. She put her drink down and leaned in closer to him, her eyes couldn’t help but drop to his chest and he looked at her. She quickly looked back up at his face and blinked. He surveyed her face and his eyes smiled.


‘You're taking me over
Over and over
I'm falling over
Over and over’


She sat up, her legs curled under her.
“What’s your favourite food?” she asked, her hands folded in her lap. He looked at her curiously for a few moments. He never really thought about that, as simple as it was. Food for him was more of a fuel for him not something for pleasure.

“Rice.” he said finally. She looked disappointed.
“That’s it? Rice? That’s kind of boring.”
“Not really. It’s rather versatile. What about you?”
“Huh?”
“Your favourite food.”

“Oh.” she blushed. Finally, a real conversation even if mere idle chat. “I like sushi. I like my fish raw.”
“That’s it? Sushi? That’s so boring.” he raised his eyebrow. She blushed and stifled a snicker. “So you like rice then eh.” he nudged her. She smiled.
“Well I guess so. I also like Pho.”
“Ah yes, beef soup with rice noodles.” he got her again and she giggled nervously.
“So what about your favourite alcoholic beverage? Other than whiskey.”
“Mmmh, vodka. Goes with anything, really.”
“Me too, I also like wine and sake.” she then darted her eyes to the side ‘cause it was like his name.
“Ah, rice wine.” he sipped. She slapped her forehead and laughed
“Okay okay, stop it…” He continued drinking nonchalantly.


She then noticed a scar on his ribcage under his arm. She looked closer at it, it looked like quite the battle scar.
“Where did you… how did you get that?” she asked, gently stroking it. His eyes narrowed as he faced her, and glared at her, and swallowed the whiskey in his mouth. She shrank back.

“A fight with a dead rat.” he replied with a dangerous calmness. She felt very uncomfortable. He must have really hated this person to call him a dead rat, or did he really mean an actual rat… she didn’t bother pushing further, he was already burying her with his eyes. She looked away hoping he’d calm down.

“I… I could help.” she said softly, looking at him from the side. “Heal it…” she went to touch it and he quickly grabbed her wrist and twisted it back, and she cried out in shock and pain. “Please… I don’t mean to-”

“Don’t mess with it.” he seethed. Tears filled her eyes.
“I just… please let go…” he let go of her. She moved back, her face red with embarrassment and hurt, and wrapped her arms around her legs. “I just wanted to help. I thought you’d want to be back to normal. Forget about it.”

Shredder paused then sighed, and slid closer to her, his hand extended, lifting her chin up to look at him. She shrank back and turned her head away. She couldn’t look at him now, she tried to open up to him and he burned her ego pretty bad especially since she thought they were getting along. The lump in her throat felt like a thick roasting potato.


“Oh come here…” he said softly, and pulled her to him, she dug herself into the cushions, but he managed to pull her to him easily, and he pressed her body to his, held her in his arms and stroked her hair. “Stop weeping. You women are so useless when you cry… That scar represents something to me. I can’t forget. I realize that most people would perhaps want to get rid of their scars but this is a reminder, a mark that symbolizes the end of a battle with my sworn enemy. You wouldn’t understand.” his thumb wiped a tear from her hot cheek. “Look what you’re doing to me.” he said. “I can’t remember the last time I…” his voice trailed off.

“What.” she sniffed.
“Never mind it’s not important.” he rubbed her back. “If you want to show me, you can do it on a new injury.” he gestured to the pile of armor in the corner. “Grab me one of my gauntlets.”

“What??” she jerked back and looked at him, shocked.
“Go ahead.”
“But you-”

“Just do it.” he ordered. She started to feel sick, but did as he said anyways, and grabbed the top one and reluctantly handed it to him. He put it on his hand and casually slid a blade along his forearm, cutting it until it bled. She couldn’t bear to watch. He threw the gauntlet back into the pile, it whipped past her head much to her surprise. She looked at him, a mix of hurt and of shaming him. He held his arm out. “Go for it.” he beckoned. She slid up to him and looked sadly at his bleeding arm. “Oh get off it, it’s not a big deal. Aren’t you stronger than that? I thought you were a fierce warrior yourself. You sure fight like one.”

“That’s not part of my… I had to learn how to. I was forced to. I don’t wanna talk about it.” she looked at him angrily. “If it were up to me I wouldn’t have to.”


“What are you waiting for. Show me what you got.” he said calmly. She sighed and took his arm in one hand and with her other, started at one end of his cut and slowly traced over it. He felt a warmth emitting from her that soon merged with his skin, and he watched all the blood dissipate up into the air while his cut healed under her touch. He looked at her pixie-like face and her eyes showed so much emotion and care it touched even him. ‘Where do you come from, little one…’ he thought to himself. The only other woman he held any inkling of emotions for was his mother. The last time he was this content was long ago when he was a child, before his brother died. He never allowed himself to get close to anybody ever since. Her warmth touched his cold heart in a way that almost terrified him.

Oroku Saki, terrified.

Yet, he couldn’t help but allow her in.

“There.” she said softly, and he examined his arm.
“It’s like it never happened… incredible.” he whispered, then looked at her. Without warning, she lifted her hand up and rested her palm on his forehead. He looked at her funny but didn’t ask. She had a dreamy look on her face that soon turned to utter sadness and almost fear as she looked into his eyes. “Something wrong?”

She gulped.

“You’ve… been very misunderstood, haven’t you Saki.” she said sadly. “You can let go now. Clear your heart. You’re free.” she brushed her fingers through his hair, leaned in and kissed him on the neck, up to his cheek, and kissed his eyelids, eyebrows, forehead, nose, chin… and then finally, his mouth. He sunk into her and moaned. Her hands grazed his hair and she wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing herself against him. She felt his hands covet her back, and slide down to her tailbone, his middle finger lingered there and gently rubbed it. Her lips broke from his and she looked at him with a nervous smile.
“That feels so weird.” she squirmed.
“Ya like that.” he said gruffly.

“Only ‘cause you’re doing it…” she felt his hands grab her ass cheeks and knead them. They looked into each others eyes for several moments, each of their pupils dilated and very slowly, their faces drew closer together. Anu noticed the look in his eyes go from adoration to a blank stare, as if possessed, and she felt a strong sense of danger as he moved closer to her.

“Saki…” her voice quivered as his eyes went from blank to ravenous. She had seen this look in many a men during her old life in Egypt at banquets and parties, and even the men who rescued her from the attempted assaults often succumbed to the sensuality of the poor Miw, thus would also attempt to ravage her sometime during their attempt to “protect“ her.

Fortunately she was lucky enough to never have been raped, but now she was alone in a small space with one very strong man who already had his intentions laid out from the start.


His breathing became more raspy, he looked almost angry as he quickly pinned her on her back and ripped her shirt open.
“Saki, please!”