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April's Ordeal	By : TimedWatcher Category: +S through Z > Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Views: 3143 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter List
- 1-April's Ordeal
- 2-April's Ordeal 2
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- 2
"Who could that be at this time of night?" Her apartment loft door burst open, nearly flying into her as soon as the deadbolt was turned.
"Where they at!? Where they at!?" The big blustering hockey goon barged in without her say so - as per usual.
April could only roll her eyes, palm on the opposite side of the door as she watched his use of that goalie stick like it were a sword, or as April thought, a dowsing rod, as he searched for Purple Dragons, with just as much success as if he used a real one. "Casey, what are you doing?"
Casey did a lumbering 360. "Just doin' a clean sweep, y'know?"
"Is that why you came here? You think I need protection?" Casey Jones had a talent for saying something dumb. Fully knowing it was stupid as it starts pouring out of his mouth, yet he could never stop it from happening.
"I'm kinda surprised, April. Purple Dragon are really markin' their territory and you don't seem phased one bit. What's the deal?"
"Well you know... I just give it to 'em firm." April threw a half hearted fist in the air. She chuckled poorly at her own joke and she began rubbing the back of her neck at his non reaction. "Listen Casey, I appreciate you wanting to be here to protect me and all, but I'm a big girl. I can take care of myself."
His hockey gloved hand ran through his long unkempt hair. "Yeah but..." He didn't want to push the issue on her, even if he didn't believe her. "Alright April. If you say you can handle it, I believe ya." The well meaning oaf re-secured his bag of tricks and slugged it again over his shoulder. "Like I said, just be careful. It was nice seein' ya by the way."
She giggled. "Likewise Casey." And with a salute to her, he was on his way. April then sat down, as if she were expecting somebody.
"I thought he'd never leave." A voice came from a third party as he stepped out of the bathroom. "Thanks for letting me do my business luv." The rough faced punk commented while rolling down his sleeve. In a one on one scrap with that Casey freak, he knew he had no chance - but with a group of Purple Dragons...
He casually relaxed on the opposite end of the couch April had been sitting on, lightly tapping the front of his pants. April swooped into his crotch. Hunched over, her knees pressed together, her ass resting on the backs of her raised heels, her dark blue sneakers creasing and bending down the sole, nearly flying off. She obliged his silent command, as she unzipped him, letting him flop out. She took the meaty thing and immediately began working the shaft, resuming where they had left off with slow working jerks, before she took the head between her lips, careful not to smear her crimson lipstick along his thickness. Crossing his leg, his mouth hung with a gape. "It's all setup for tonight, luv." He groaned. "We Dragons are fixin' to have an initiation for the younger recruits -- and you're our guest of 'onor."
She squeezed his cock in her small tight grip, as April lifted her face off his groin for a second. "Oh yeah?" Her excitement at the prospect was quite clear in her voice despite partially muffling herself. "Mmmph-" She horked greedily with a disgusting looking inhale of his cock, before momentarily letting it slip away. She swallowed some of the drool inside her salivating mouth, a remnant of his precum lingering on her breath.
His hand gripped her thin, magenta dyed hair unkindly, pushing her back down to her duty at hand. "Yeah..." His voice said throatily as she repositioned her lips and found himself deeper down her mouth. It amazed him how quickly she had devolved from a bookwormy science chick that worked for that Baxter guy, to now an absolute cock devouring degenerate. April slid it through the side of her face, bumping up the side of her cheek, looking like she was brushing her teeth with his prick, loving the rigid feeling in her hand as she jacked him off into her face. "Urgh." He jutted upwards into the roof of her mouth, her eyes blinking as she felt the hot gusher of sperm flow up in spurts, swallowing it all without question, a quiet gulping emanating from the inside of her throat. April held her position, but he thankfully didn't tug her off by her hair like some of the Dragons' did. She clung to him, holding his lap in place, as he seemed about ready to get going. He gave a light tap to the side of her face. "Alright now."
April let him fall from her face. Careful not to get her sneakers on her furniture as she shot up from her laid position, April looked frustrated, but her voice was heartbroken. "When will I see you again?"
His response was cold. "Don't wait up." She watched him leave from over the back of her couch. As he slammed the door shut, April still had this waiting hope that he might come back, a fire still burning down below, but she eventually slunk down.
April sat alone, listening to the silence of her apartment, the floor boards settling and the ticking of the clocks in the store below. It gave her pause to think. April could hardly remember a time before this all started, what with letting in all sorts of strange men in her house at all hours of the day -- including Casey and the Turtles. It was so unlike anything her mother taught her. April was never a tomboy... well kinda... but she never had a lot of guy friends before.
April crossed her feet, tapping them. Some "friends"... they only visited her when they needed a place to hide out and order pizza.
She leaned forward, elbows on her knees.
Another part of April... was absolutely fine with the state of things as they were. She gave them what they wanted, and the Dragons left her alone, and in a way... they gave her something in return.
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April was absolutely brimming with energy, because cradling softly underneath her arm in newspaper was an ancient and gold scepter that looked like a hand held version of those old British gaslight lamps. Supposedly, ancient monks used it for time travel... but those were just stories. The guys had brought this back from some punch up they got into.
April bit her red lower lip, looking down as she clutched it a little tighter.
Hanging out in a sewer actually had its perks...
With her key inserted into the lock, she gave it a shoulder shove, stepping in with a flick of her light, April traipsed on her wooden floor towards her till, turning her back to the spiral staircase as she sat on one knee, placing the trinket next to the hanging skeleton bones that were used in a 50's sci-fi B-movie theaters, as they'd swing them across the audience during the movies scarier parts. She peeked over to the glass display island in the middle of the shop, wondering where best to put this to get the most Feng shui she could out of it. Maybe cast from the wall like a medieval prop next to her grandfather clocks, acting as their secret lever. April mused to herself as she unwrapped it, the glint from inside catching her attention, as she couldn't stop herself from staring into it, and she swore whatever it was inside had begun to spin -- but her attention was pulled, as there was a jingle from the front door that she wasn't expecting. Was it one of the guys and had they followed her home? Or... something much worse? She reacted like it was just a customer, hoping for the best. "Sorry, we're closed right now."
Yet they didn't apologize back, nor did their creaking steps stop. April stood up.
She had been afraid of this day.
Three toughs' greeted her silently. One in a jean jacket, another in a tanktop and another with an open vest. They all had the signature tattoo, whether on their forearm or on their face or both, they had it. "You know why we're here, Miss O'Neil?" The greasier pompadour haired one spoke with a skuzziness that made her teeth clench.
"I have some idea." She tried to act cool on the outside, but on the inside she was anything but, as she hoped and prayed for her turtle friends to save her. These monsters would burn the place down if given the chance, and she'd do anything to prevent that from happening.
The shaved bald one took great interest in the hanging plaster whale above his head for a second as he checked the store out with the squint. "I thought this place was an abandoned building or somethin'..."
"It was my father's..." Her response a bit meeker than before.
"So what?" The third one interrupted, and his callous disregard didn't even anger her. It just made her more miserable. The tattooed faced man with spiky green hair slipped over a folded note. "Here's what you owe us starting this month and every month afterwards."
April bent the crease downward before fully picking it up, and unfurling it like a kids book. Her hope shattered into a million pieces, her head tilting, her backwards curled twin noodle hairs that resided at the sides of her face fell upon her collarbone. "There's no way I can pay this and make rent..." Working for Baxter had taken precedence in her life, but after finding out just how evil he was, she had to unofficially resign, leaving her without a stable income for awhile. Reopening 2nd Time Around not only reconnected her with her past, but also allowed her to do something she truly loved... and now...
Streaks streamed down her face. What was April supposed to do? Ask the turtles to fight a whole gang on her behalf? No. They were her friends, and she'd never take advantage of that status.
"So what are you saying, huh?" The man had reached over, a curled finger scratching underneath her chin. "What are you promising us in exchange, huh?" April had imagined scenarios like this; taking the guys finger and breaking it, or at the very least, mangling it in a way that made it clear she wasn't a target for abuse. Instead, she looked like the kind of girl she always promised herself she wouldn't become.
April took hold of his hand, raising the dirty finger to her lip. She rubbed it in a swirl along her red lips. There was a hidden disgust as soon as she had tasted it, with her eyes firmly shutting, as it had this ashy quality to it. Yet she still moaned with a loud 'mmmm' around it. He looked back to his crew in surprise, which allowed for April to eject it under the guise of sexiness, drawing his hand out from her mouth, her tongue lingering up the knuckle with a final teasing lick.
"Well if that's how you want to handle things..." He leaned in closer. "Just know what you're getting yourself into O'Neil, because to even come close to what you were gonna pay, us Dragons are gonna have to visit you on the daily. So be ready." April shuddered, but nodded. Like a ninja, one of them had snuck up behind her, twisting her arm up like a pretzel, as she was lead out from behind the till, bypassing the other two. "Uuuuhn-hey!" She was slammed down unceremoniously. Her funbags broke her fall, but it also left them smarting like crazy. April huffed, straining in place. "I said I'd do what you guys wanted!" She attempted to unwind the wristlock, her head shaking, sending her twin strands whipping, but he only cinched it up, causing her fist to ball up.
"Holy shit, check it out, she's practically begging for it!" She sneered at the treatment, but kept it in check, not wanting to sour the deal. April, on her more rebellious days, wore a lacy high rise thong with floral designs that overlaid more transparent material, showing it off with low hanging khaki pants. She worked behind a counter -- who cared? Plus it always felt so... freeing to lean over, with a customer nonthewiser.
Now, she regretted wearing it today.
"Damn, I didn't think a chick like you was a slut." She wanted to deny it, and say 'no' out loud. April was not like those other girls who slutted it up for guys. April just liked looking hot. It's why she liked wearing very formfitting crop tops that showed off her toned stomach, as she worked to get it for herself, not any Joe off the street. After clicking her buckle and wrangling off her belt, it came off with a sliding voip, her pants dropping like it weighed a million pounds, embarrassing her. Despite offering herself up, the man practically ruined her underwear, tugging at the sides as he wrenched it down without remorse. Her voice almost raised to complain, before getting caught in her throat. Using a peace sign of two fingers, his dual fingers hovered over her warm pussy, before splitting it down the middle; his face burying into it. His big tongue worked it's way inside her like a slug, making April squirm.
Before April could get into it, he was already up, presenting his large dickhead and pressing it to her pussy's lips, as she prepared for the worst. "Oh jesus, ah!" April grit her teeth feeling him penetrate her, before pulling back and delivering another powerful plunge into her. The counter clinked and clacked underneath her tits weight pressing into it. April winced with every motion from his eight inches of pain, rubbing to and fro across the smooth surface, hoping she wouldn't crack it as that was the last thing she needed right now.
"Hnnnnngh, fuck!" Before April could protest, he beat down her words out of her with an out of nowhere jackhammering, as she felt him fill her up.
"Alright, I'm next." April could already tell this was gonna go horribly as soon as she felt it.
Her fingers tapped, attempting to push off the surface while simultaneously trying to think of a way to reneg on the deal. "Wait stop, I think we should-AIIIIIE!"
"Ah shit you're gonna blow her out!" He wasn't as long, but he seemed much more wide, and he confirmed it as he went balls deep into her. He wrapped his large mitts around her skinny midriff, feeling the indentation of her skin around her navel whenever he drove into her. His hands then travelled upward, grappling her tits with assertive ferocity.
"Rrrrrrr" He snarled into her ear as he unleashed into her. April's head fell, her body sloping and bent over -- but before she could slip off, she was caught by the last one. The third guy had the biggest balls of them, as she heard the rhythmic slapping as they landed on her ass, before peeling off.
"What do you think man?"
He had to take off his shirt. "Ah man, she's the best I ever had." He shut his eyes, feeling the smoothness of her back.
"I think we made a good deal."
"Hell-" He jabbed. "Yeah." He made his final point, a seething exhale following as he churned up their battermix with his very own.
April laid there, her bare ass and legs facing out towards them, a cummy compilation excreting down the sides of her inner thighs, as she maybe expected more of this abuse -- but instead, they seemed like they were interested in sports and current happenings in the Purple Dragons as they zipped themselves up. She had become a total nonfactor. April held her stomach, feeling full, even as she sort of sloshed and spilled down there, hearing the front door jingle, a once happy noise for her now ruined.
Falling in bursts, April descended to the floor, she stared blankly for awhile, realising her pants at her ankles. She sat forward, which dribbled out their jizm. April swiped her face, putting her hairs back into place, looking very neutral, like nothing had happened. She picked up her ruined pair of panties and began to scrub it away.
April rose up to one knee, then stood up, her shoulders slumped.
She took one step.
On her hands and knees, April cried -- blubbering in a way she had never done before. She couldn't believe she was like this. She sold herself out, and for what? Just so she could be a mess on the floor, bawling like when she was a baby? Prostrated, she saw her droplets splash on the hardwood flooring, wishing to stop, as she'd just ruin the floor if she kept it up.
April attempted to pick herself up again, but her legs turned to jelly - and that's when she realised one of them hadn't left just yet, hovering above the collapsed girl who was currently heaving. April froze like a deer in headlights seeing what he had in his possession.
He tapped the scepter once in his hands, before bringing it down like it were some cheap guitar at a stupid punk show, the gold framing and glass spilling everywhere; the million pieces scattering everywhere like under hard to move bookshelf crevices. Letting the handle fall with a clunk, he left her there to clean up.
Now her hopes and dreams were a mess on the floor.
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New York smog roamed across the full moon lit skies, reflecting up from water splashed on concrete.
Leading his troop in combat boots and fatigues, bottom up, you'd be lead to believe he was a real army instructor, until you saw the rest of what he was wearing. Sporting a nose ring he only ever took off for fights, he didn't have to worry about it being torn off, as his teaching methods for tonight were going to be a lot less violent. The Purple Dragon's job was to train the next generation for future Foot recruitment, with only the best and brightest moving up the chain. He was sure he could get into it, but being a Purple Dragon was a lot more fun. There were to be no wimps or fags, and the best way to filter out those types was through experience, and in a few years if they stuck to it, he'd be havin' these kids whacking bums as their final test.
"'ere she is boys, and she's all yours." April lay strewn on a smooth surface of duct-taped cardboard, her pale body on display for all to see, as if the kids following the recruiter were on the worlds sickest field trip. April was almost rail thin, her ribs visible particularly because of her hourglass shape, though her stomach wasn't completely flat with the indent of her womb making itself clear. Her pink nips were sharp and pointed like the underside of a diamond, the cold weather getting to them. Her normally perky tits sunk into her chest a bit, before rising with every breath, almost ballooning them up back to their C-cup size. Natural red hair sprouted in bumps on her clean shaven pussy.
He knew it was gonna be a long night for her. Getting cold feet in the middle of this would have been bad for her. "April, 'ere, have a whiff o' this."
Before she could even fully consent, the familiar punker had his finger up her nostril; pressing the chemical dust against her mucus membrane. With even just one sniffter of it from April, it had slowed her brain down, and had her heart racing, yet even as excited as it made her, she felt paralyzed. Her eyes dilated; her evergreen being devastated, falling into a black hole, leaving her soulless looking, as she stared beyond the mass grouping of kids and teens. April couldn't believe the lineup, going off and around the corner of the build to where she couldn't see them. It was like a sold out broadway show and she was the starlet. Seeing the age range of them skewing from 8 to 14 should have bothered her.
SHOULD have...
She writhed in place, unable to find a comfortable position as she felt good all over. Her mind was fogged up, and April couldn't help but massage her breasts, her taut tummy wrenching as she bounced up on her painted pink toes. "Ahh... ahh... ahh..."
One teen boy pounced, unable to hold himself back, planting his hands hard on her hips, as he brought her up into himself. No teasing, no foreplay, just a harsh stab into her. There were hoots and hollers as he bucked against her. "Screw her! Screw that bitch!" He was forceful, her tits jostling towards her face with every thrust before coming back down. He made horrible gramces that weren't to her liking, so April projected herself away from the scene.
Customer #1...
Tearing sheets from a box, April pressed down on her pussy mound, which sent a discharge of balled semen from her pussy and into the rag. April's top row of teeth sunk into her bottom lip at the sensation of forcing the seed out from her cunt, and she couldn't wait to clean up after the rest of the boys as they staked their claims inside her hole.
If they were too standoffish, they were forced forward. Her second customer, after a quaint two pumps from the boy, which disappointed her because he was a cutie, he leaned into her ear. "Sorry miss." His apology quite earnest sounding. 'Awwww, how sweet!' She would have said it out loud, if he hadn't already stepped away, with another teen boy taking his place, his eagerness to fuck April not giving her a chance to clean up, as he then began to ram her creampied pussy; her responses now mere animalistic grunts, before experiencing another hot load.
One of the more forward boys laid rapid kisses upon her cheek, as if inviting her to respond. She did, finally turning with a delay. He seemed to freeze up meeting his 'victim' face to face, as he then turned away, finishing inside her without their eyes ever meeting again. Another boy, as soon as he had his pants off, splattered her midriff with cum, which he received a slap on the back of his head for. "You dumbass." April couldn't help herself from playing with the warm sticky stuff, rubbing it in a twirl against her abdominal muscles.
One boy looked like he was ready to give it to her - but his chickenheart took over. Scampering back into the crowd, the elder punk whiffing a kick with his boot against his backside. "Faggot!"
After that showing of cowardice, the teen boys seemed to be trying too hard to impress the older members, treating her as just a cumdump, humping into her until they were done, then leaving her with a flying pushup press. The younger boys ranged from frightened, grim determination or being absolutely in love with her, which with either choice, she liked them the best. Too dumb to know better and not the least bit pretentious.
Between a sea of bodies, she heard the familiar 'kshaw' of beers being opened, as loud male chuckling took place; their words falling apart before they could reach her ears. Purple Dragons were tailgating this party, with no actual interest in her. April was too out of it to even take full offense out of it; her brain pattern being similar to 'heeeeyyy... why don't they join iiiiin?'
As the night dragged on, balls of yellow stained tissues piled together to form a mountain of a molehill, as it initially started with just a couple of them, before it completely lost control, tumbling down like refuse every whichway. Her labia and clitoral hood were normally clam pink, but after everyone had their chance, it had all turned a darker shade. Her surrounding skin around her lips had turned a flush strawberry; splotchy but obviously red, the sheer beating she was taking too much for the average woman. The whole area had started feeling numb, but in a way, that was a good thing for her, as she could just lay there instead and pretend the raw rubbing feeling inside her wasn't happening.
April had started the event... not excited, but she was so out of it she was ready for anything, but now she was no longer as lively as before. Her neck which had been upright most of the night, now, she couldn't keep it up, as she craned to the side, her chin resting on her shoulder, looking like the most haggard supermodel in the world; clearly still beautiful, but run through the ringer from a lack of food and being up late on various substances. Her bun still clung on to the back of her skull for dear life, as her sideways cowlick had fallen earlier over her forehead, becoming messy with the sweat on her brow, while others had completely split apart, her hot curlered noodles fraying. Her porcelain skin gleamed with a sheen of her sweat and the boys efforts, as stains she had missed underneath had turned some of the cardboard platter soggy. Her crimson lips contrasted with her body, looking absolutely ghostly.
April truly thought she was done for tonight.
Then some of the gang started pushing in a young boy. Couldn't have been older than nine. "He's the newest initiate to the Purple Dragons. We thought it'd be great experience for the kid on his first night."
Like a lightning bolt crashing into her, her half lidded eyes and sluggish body sprang to life. "Oh... aren't you the cutest thing!?" April reached out for him, her face and hair a mess of cock drunken pleasure. The boy pulled back, his face full of fear at this strange older woman's advances.
Before he could get further back into the group, a strong hand held him in place. One of the obvious leaders. "Hey kid. Don't worry about it. Think of her as like... a new mommy." His voice belied a sick sense of humor.
He looked up to him, then down to the floor, then back to the nude, splayed out April O'Neil. "I never had a mom before..."
He made miniscule progress, stepping over his own feet, with her gaze not leaving him for a moment. Then she sprung at him. "Come here, you!" She extended her rail like arms out like two swan necks, but snatched him like a venus flytrap, hoping for an embrace from him in return, the bad programming from the drug unable to overwrite her motherly feelings, as despite how wrong it was and what she wanted to do to him, it came from a warm and loving place as she yanked him down into herself, his body not even half her size, as he looked up to her with innocence, her skin cold and clammy under his palms.
Staring into her doll like eyes, he felt pure infatuation -- like what he had with his first crush, which was from that cartoon, Scouter Heaven Girls, which he'd watch sometimes at the boys home. The emerald one was always his favorite, and she reminded him of her. He hoped one day to be whisked away by her and taken to her crystal palace on the moon, and now it felt like his fantasy was becoming reality, even if it was seen through a glass darkly. "Can... can I call you mommy?"
April could have licked her chops as she grinned, with a sing songy voice she didn't know she was capable of escaping her throat. "You sure can!" His pursed lips were enraptured by her big ones. Her lurid tongue attempted to invade his flinching features, looking like a witch attempting to seduce a young virgin. April knew it was working as she felt his bean begin to sprout, his little twig rubbing into her belly button like it were her pussy. April could have just depantsed and let him finish that way, but April wanted to feel ALL of him. April stroked the scruff on the back of his neck before lightly pressing on his chest. "Oh no, I have a special hole for you..."
Like she were a fallen giant, she moved in near slow motion. Her body was a moistened wasteland as she lifted up from the cardboard. It had become attached to her skin, and her ass cheeks jiggled as they pulled apart like velcro. On all fours, her wrists propped her up as she sunk a little lower, now resting on the side of her face. Her pair of moon colored globes were squished together from a build up of moisture helping them stick like glue. The boy stared into it. It had an obvious appeal even at his age in the way it stacked and stuck out over her thighs, yet he didn't understand the full meaning. Her shoulders hunched up as she reached between her legs. Her left hand spread her cheek while her right was splayed over her throbbing pussy, just in case he missed. Her asshole had been used by the Purple Dragons plenty of times, but it still had that tightness perfect for a boy his age and his size.
He waddled with his tented point leading him. Her rosebud was a nearly translucent pink, with the outer tissue a more solid shade of salmon. The wrinkle reminding him of a flower. With her hand down below, she grabbed at his steel tip in his tightie whities, surprised at how hard he was for someone his age. "Wow. Mommy's very impressed." After hearing that, the boy lifted the front of his shirt, standing taller with proper posture, as if to impress her. Going through the hole in the underwear, April cradled that little boy's weiner constraining under phimosis, tantalizing it with her nails on its underside. "Stand right there, okay?" April then pushed back into him, nearly knocking him over. The boy prodded around at her hole's entrance, but he didn't fully enter her, almost thinking this was what sex was like. April relaxed her muscles before flexing, winking her cove at the boy. "Please put it in mommy." The boy did as asked.
Her mouth opened in shock, her asshole still super sensitive to penetration, especially under the influence of this stuff. The inside of her thighs quaked, and April clenched onto his weenie, her toes curling inward. To him, it felt like his penis was being stolen, the warmth and suction too intense as it all came in a rush. "Mommy, I'm scared!"
She slung her head, looking over her shoulder, seeing the frightened child with his pelvis disappearing between her heart shaped bumps. "Don't worry, it'll feel good, I promise." She couldn't help but gyrate back into him, making it look like her ass completely subsumed his crotch. April's eyes shut, her shoulderblades popped, thrilled to be this boy's bitch. April repeatedly bounced back into him, grinding her booty for a second, before propping forward again. He suddenly came with a squirt, but he wasn't done, and like she promised, it did start to feel good, as he couldn't help himself from clasping onto her fatass, his hips a rapidfire weapon as he attacked her, his cream filling of her butt acting like substitute lube. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" April squeaked out in tandem with his thrusts. The boy watched in wonder as her ass cheeks flew back into his groin, which made it feel even better and better, as both April and the boy worked to meet eachother with furious speed. "Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Fuck me! Fuck me you little bastard!" A deep guttural noise left her; her tongue wagging.
"Mommy!" Her fingernails clawed into the cardboard, as she felt his final release, as her eyes hit the top of her head. Leaned over, with flush features, the boy eventually fell away, leaving her starfish greasy looking, before it eventually started weeping with a squeeze from April like it were trying to swallow air as she had attempted to hold it in, not wanting any of his precious seed to leave her, cooing to herself at the sensation of the leak dripping across her curtains.
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Ever since the defeat of the turtles, April had changed her look, though some of it wasn't intentional; her eyes were more sunken in, looking like she hadn't slept in ages... or like she had been hit a lot. Her lids were shaded black and her usual lipstick had been exchanged for a glossy noir color. April posed naked in a body wide mirror, first with her hands on her thighs, proud to show off her landing strip of red pubic hair, before she turned, fingers enveloping into the recesses of her ass, as she examined her new tattoos. The pain was excruciating, but she loved how they looked. There were two arrows wrapped in wired spikes pointing downwards, one on her back and one on her stomach, with Japanese kanji above them, which simply read: "Purple Dragon Territory"
AN: Planned alternate titles - April O'Rdeal, TMNT 2003: Ménage à Trois
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