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Surface Prisoner	By : TegaRin Category: +S through Z > Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Views: 5955 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: The TMNT are not mine. I make no money of this. Allison is an original character. I don't really care if anyone uses her just lemme know.

Chapter List
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- 4-Part 4
- 5-Part 5
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Surface Prisoner
Part 2
Shivering on the bed, Allison hugged her knees to her chest and watched the creature thumb through a booklet of CDs. He hummed quietly to himself and seemingly ignored her. The bedroom was surprisingly normal. Comic books littered the floor and a random assortment of band posters covered the wall. If she didn’t know any better, she’d assume this was a teenage boy’s bedroom. For some reason, a part of her found that funny. Funny in a “I’m going to die here” sort of way. Justin Timberlake pulled her out of her head and she looked up to find the creature mere inches from her face. She didn’t even hear him move. He grinned, amused by her shock.
A knock on the door drew his annoyance. “What?”
“I got somethin’ for ya.” Allison remembered the voice from earlier. Frustrated, the creature tore away from her and opened the door. Allison couldn’t see much but she heard the orange one thank the red one at the door. Turning around, he held up a purse.
“I totally forgot about your purse!” He ran over and threw himself on the bed. Turning on his side, he took on a more relaxed pose. “C’mon, relax.”
He ran his hand up her bare leg and rested it on her knee. Fresh fear rose in the young woman as remembered what he said to the others. There was no way they’d spend entire night listening to music. She stared at the door and considered how far she could get before any of them caught her.
“You wouldn’t get very far.” With a gentle, three fingered hand he turned her chin and made her look at him. “You’re not getting off this bed unless I want you to…and right now, I don’t want you to.”
Allison took a dry swallow of air and asked a question she knew the answer to. “W…what do you want to do?”
He sat up and pulled her between legs. She didn’t fight but she didn’t encourage him either. He pulled her close and nuzzled her hair, briefly sniffing it. He gave hum of approval and Allison felt her eye twitch.
“I wanna get to know you.” He whispered. His hands slid over her chest and down her sides, stopping right underneath the hem of her skirt.
“Y…you’re not human…” Allison heard the quiver in her voice.
“Nope. Turtles.” She could hear the smile in his voice. His touch continued upwards and Allison whimpered. He dragged his hands over the outside of her thighs. “You’re so soft. So warm.”
“T-turtles…” A short hysterical laugh came of her. Giant turtles that seemed attracted human women. Still she tried to keep him talking. Maybe he just wanted to touch her. A visible tremble went through her when the rough hands reached between her legs. Shuddering in the turtle’s grip, Allison felt so small and helpless. Her captor cooed in approval and continued touching her intimately. The thick fingers pressed against her panties and the woman instinctively slammed her legs shut, trying to provide a barrier from this unwanted attention. He stopped and pushed them open with no effort on his part. Some rustling caught her attention and she turned. The creature was using his free hand to rummage through her purse. So, it was going to rob her too? Why did that seem more fucked up than getting molested? Perhaps it was because growing up in New York desensitized her, she thought without humor.
“Allison…Patton…” The creature held up her driver’s license. “Oh, this picture is actually pretty cute! You don’t see a cute picture on these very often.”
Sbe twisted her body away from his attention. The creature pulled her close with a sharp jerk, his voice dripping with malice. “Right?”
Allison only gave a rushed nod before visibly cringing. Her response only made the creature laugh a little. His attention stopped long enough for him to slip his busy hand down her panties and she tried closing her legs again. Forcing them open a second time, the invasive fingers played with her outer folds. Touching a callused fingertip to the entrance, he massaged it with hard, circular motions. Allison inhaled deeply and tried to stop shaking but it only intensified.
The creature casually continued talking. “So you go to Yale?
Allison’s voice rushed out. “No!” She’d learned he liked prompt answers. “M…my boyfriend does…he comes and visits me…visits me on the h…holidays…”
His finger entered her slowly and tightened around the intrusion. A pleased purr bubbled up from her captor and he showed no signs of stopping his progress. His probing finger hurt and felt thicker than she imagined. Her body’s resistance wasn’t helping. A shrill whine escaped and it took a second for Allison to realize it came from her. The creature stopped and merely shoved a finger in her mouth. She didn’t bother closing her legs but obediently sucked on the digit, tasting a mixture of herself mingled with the unpleasant flavor of her attacker.
“C’mon, you can get it wetter than that.” He griped.
With her eyes screwed shut, Allison forced her dry mouth to work up more saliva. Fresh tears formed and threatened to overflow from a wave of humiliation and regret washing over her. He went back to fingering the young woman, pushing the wet digit all the way in. A mild burn spawned from how much the fingers stretched her. His other hand grabbed her breast and he pumped in a steady rhythm.
“What’s your boyfriend’s name, Ally?” Hearing him call her Ally made her want to throw up. She hadn’t eaten much today so her stomach just made a sharp lurch.
“M…Mike.” She swallowed and corrected herself. “M…Michael…”
“No way!” He squealed. “My name’s Michaelangelo! Small world huh?”
Fuck the world, she thought bitterly. He nuzzled the crook of her neck.
“But you can call me Mikey…” With a single, rough motion he slid another finger into her. Crying out, her body jackknifed against him. Pulling his fingers partway out, he shoved them back in, going deeper.
“It hurts!” Allison sobbed. “P…please stop!”
He only fingered her harder, her small body jerking with his movements. Growling, he kneaded her breast hard enough for Allison to imagine the bruises.
“M…Mikey, please…” She begged. “Please stop…y…your fingers are too big…”
Mikey slowed down and dragged his tongue up the back of her neck. Allison gave a miserable moan.
“You called me Mikey.” He said gleefully. “I like you. I’m glad I picked you.”
He buried his fingers back into her, scissoring and probing her inner walls. He touched a sensitive spot that made her yelp in surprise. Ashamed, Allison grew slick around him and broke down into a blubbering mess. Against her will, tension pooled in the pit of her stomach and the throbbing between her legs increased. He kept aiming for that spot that made her jerk around the first time. Allison’s legs trembled and she grunted each time he penetrated her. She tried fighting but suppressing it only made the urge stronger. Grabbing on to his legs, she tried to steady herself and focus on other things. Mikey chuckled and stroked her faster.
“N…no…” She moaned.
“No?” The turtle repeated, following with a chuckle.
Her insides clamped down on his fingers and her nails dug into the scaly skin.
“Good girl, Ally.” Mikey cooed. “Very good girl…”
Disgusted, her climax forced anguished howl out of her.
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