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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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Mid afternoon, an orange sky above. April O'Neil was leaned up against a wall, enjoying a cigarette, her attention sometimes turning left and right, while being nonchalant about it.
A metallic blue van was still revving in an alleyway, as men poured in and out of it, dropping off expensive brand name covered boxes.
"Hey thanks for keeping watch, April." A man with sideburns said snidely her way.
A proud looking April lifted the cigarette from her lips, as she responded right back. "Any time."
He scanned over the Dragons as they filled up the vehicle with the last of the stolen merch, before seeing them close up the back. He was about to leave, but then turned back to her, sidling up with a proposition. "Listen, I got a party planned, so any, y'know... 'party favors' you can bring, I'd appreciate it."
The cigarette darted up and down in her mouth as she spoke, a bit muffled. "I wouldn't miss it."
Knocking on the side of it, a hollow banging that rung throughout alerted them they were about to move, as he hopped in the driver side seat. The van hiccupped for a moment with all the new goods inside weighing her down, before it eventually began rolling out.
April watched them leave with a sense of self satisfaction. She had never been the bad girl before, but it was starting to excite her more and more. Sucking down the ember of her smoke, she flicked it, giving out a quick exhale, leaning her cheek against the brick wall.
Avoiding any crack she saw, a young girl narrowly avoided stepping on April's thrown fag, sidestepping her small white sneaker with animal stickers on it. The girl looked up to April with awe, April not even noticing her. She tugged at the corners of her dress, wanting to walk away, but she just turned around, tip toeing, pretending as if she had to go back the way to school again, then she turned towards her way home, as the little girl stopped dead in her tracks, turning for the third time to the woman she saw.
*Ch, ch, ch, PSH* April started up another ciggy, all while the impressionable young girl watched her, wide eyed.
"Lady, you are so cool." April took a long drag off her cigarette, the filter covered in a lipstick mark, as she finally took notice of the knee high girl before her. The corner of her lip raised, but she quickly hid her true intentions.
"What's your name?" April asked.
"Abigaaaail..." The young girl dragged out her own name, as if she hadn't completely recited it, swaying on the spot.
"Well, Abby." Abigail, the twin pigtailed blond girl, scratched her face, revealing some of the reddish pink under her eye. April squatted down, leaning over both knees to be eye to eye with the bucktoothed girl, who had trouble meeting the intimidating gaze of the cooler older woman. She breathed smoke into the child's face. "You want to be as cool as me?" She reached out her hand. "Come with me." April moved with a spring in her step, like she were her older sister taking her to school on her first day, having to lean over a bit to reach her properly. The young girl enjoyed that, trying her best to keep up, as she wanted to be as grown up as April, their arms playfully swinging between eachother sometimes like skipping rope.
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Despite her authority over the girl, there was a moment that the little girl tried to squirm her way to freedom from April's hand. She even almost let her go in the heat of the moment, but her restraint and will held firm, as she delivered her to the Purple Dragons.
In a flop house with a broken window, it's venetian blind the only thing preventing the outside from getting in, swayed lightly in the wind; Abigail was tonight's entertainment.
Spitroasted, the poor girl now stripped of her schoolgirl uniform, was being dicked from both ends. Sitting in one of the dragons laps, she bounced, her short yet meaty thighs held in his mitts, her tight looking plump vagina sealed shut looking beet red, while her asshole was being plundered by the thick looking cock. It took a lot of prep and forced work to get her used to her first cock, but despite the tears, she was taking it like a champ. Meanwhile the cock in her mouth could barely fit, but her teeth were too small to really hurt anybody and the excitement of fucking a young girls mouth was worth it, even if he could only get in a few inches.
"Yeah fuck her - fuck that stupid little bitch." She took another quick puff, imagining those Purple Dragon cocks were taking turns on her instead of the little girl. April exhaled coolly, a secret frustration in her system, as her hand drifted slowly just above her pointed tits, but refusing to touch herself, as she wasn't sure if these guys would give her the time of day she needed after they were done with Abby. April acted as more of a fluffer to the whole event, her mouth helping keep the men stiff as they awaited their turn for the little hole's on the girl to be open. April didn't even mind how little attention the men paid to her, happy to be among her new family as the orally accepting denmother.
Speaking of which...
April put her cigarette out into the emptied beer can on the coffee table in front of her, as she looked over both her shoulders to the fat pricks being jerked by the men waiting their turn. She motioned to the both of them, who excitedly rushed to her. April stemmed the tide with a hurried grip on both of them, stroking them in tandem, seeing their skin peel up and down off their pink heads. Her lips licked in anticipation.
These cocks had some heft to them, her skinny arms getting a little sore from the jerking. Even her mouth started to ache a little. "Mmmmoi." She kissed off one, before taking in the other. "Mmmmm..." She then popped off it. "Moi." It was a constant cycle she had to keep up to please these boys, but not exactly make them cum. That wasn't her role.
In her experience, Purple Dragons notoriously never had the cleanest of dicks, and this one against her tongue currently wasn't any different, but she didn't mind in the least; breaking apart the grimey chunks against her teeth. April was an experienced cocksucker at this point, having blown basically garrison's of men and she was well past the point of retching just because of a little cheese.
"Oh yeah, oh yeah, it's comin' little one." Like handlebars, he cranked on her hair as he delivered his white shot of cream into her mouth. Her face expanded, looking like she was being filled with air, before the white stuff shot from her the corners of her lips and her small button nose; her cum filled nostrils were too small to handle the buildup, coming out in a shotgun blast.
"HRRRGH-FUCK!" He sunk his cock deeply as he could up the girls ass, which still wasn't that far. April watched his big balls convulse, as those baby fat filled hips landed down on him. Abby's circular and unfirm belly squished as she was folded up and down between the two men.
With cum drooling from her face and little bum, she was like a doll, placed on her seat with a lifeless look. April clapped her hands softly. "Daaaamn, you guys did a number on her." A wily grin on her face. She pushed on the backs of the two men that she had just been sucking off. "Go ahead boys... she's hot and ready!" Her announcement similar to a DJ live at spring break.
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It was an auburn colored day that poured back out from shaded looking buildings and into the streets. Her hand traced along the glass of shuttered businesses, feeling partially responsible for many of them going out of business, and loving that fact.
An older man in a brown tacky hat and orange jacket was banging on her front door, pulling on the handle. "Hey, lady, you were supposed to be open four hours ago."
She recognized him, yes. Sold him that 50's salesman suit he was wearing -- but April blew him off completely. "Buzz off." And as she walked away, she threw up a middle finger behind herself, aimed directly at him.
Sliding in the chainlock to her loft, April knew she wasn't alone, but she had nothing to fear.
"Hey April... what's the haps?" It was Mikey.
"Oh... hi..." April could only curl her lip in response, not wanting to look or act like a total bitch to somebody who used to be her 'friend'. A forced smile poured out, looking fake to anybody who knew her, a feeling of barely being able to tolerate his kind anymore flowing through her.
"The guys have been wondering about why you haven't been coming down to visit. I know it's a sewer, but I think it's a nice sewer." Michelangelo had this ability to turn simpering, pleading, into a joke. April had to turn her head. That was kind of why she liked Mikey the best out of all the Turtles.
It was also the life she could no longer face. "I've just been... busy... with the store, Mike." It was the best non-committal lie she could come up with.
"Then why's it closed most days?" Michelangelo didn't say it in an accusatory way. It sounded more like genuine concern.
"Have you been SPYING on me!?" She sounded hysterical, with the kind of faux anger only a woman could summon.
Mikey held up a quick three fingered defense. "What? No way!"
There was a knock at her door.
What now?
She stormed off from their conversation. "I think you should leave." The quietest of feet pats beckoned behind her as she held the door's handle, making sure the turtle was gone.
It better not be Casey, because the thing she needed was another lecture.
Nobody in the eyepiece... strange.
She unlocked her door, searching her eyeline for only a moment, before quickly catching on. "Hey there again, cutie."
It was the boy from the initiation.
April leaned out into the hall alluringly, her ass looking particularly luscious in her khakis as she bent over to meet the boy eye to eye. "Did you miss mommy April that much?" She scruffed his moptop back and forth. He nodded with pursed lips, his foot digging into the floor, almost embarrassed to have a girl make eye contact with him like that. Many boys ran through her, so it was hard to say any of them were special, but he looked to have been her youngest, so in a way that made him pretty memorable. Apparently, being his first woman really meant something to him to want to search her out like this.
She strung him along to her couch, patting down the seat beside her as he picked himself up with a 'hup' before landing back down, his legs dangling. April made an obvious show of seduction towards the boy, leaning her chest forward, an eyebrow raised. "Now what brings you all the way to mommy April's apartment?" She leaned in. "Hmmm?"
He launched himself at her, planting the biggest smooch he could on her red lips. He had a tough time wrapping his arms around her head, but he tried his best still, arms wrapping over eachother like snakes in an argument. April just sat there, her eyes open, his closed. When he finally let up, April couldn't help herself from having the toothiest grin she could muster. "My, aren't you a forward young man!" She then pressed down on his small chest. "I can be, too. Now off with your shorts." His nearly nonexistent chin nodded, scrambling them down for her.
April's face was that of a cheshire cat - she somehow seemed more thrilled with this pencil thin rod than the biggest of Purple Dragon dicks presented her way. April started with little kisses first and nuzzles against, but her tongue couldn't resist it. "Nulm... lumm... llllyup..." That tiny hint of urine underneath his hood not bothering her in the least as her tongue snaked inside. April swallowed up his tiny pecker with ease, her palms holding onto his hip bones. Her cheeks hollowed out completely just to get a good sucking grasp around it.
From his perspective, she had lost all that charm she had before of being his protector, but now, was just some out of control monster who wanted to swallow up his peepee -- and he felt powerless to stop it, the melty feeling spell she was putting it under just made him so... relaxed. Tired. Wet. He wanted to cover his eyes, but the chance of her actually eating it seemed too real to him.
April loved his expressions and mannerisms. He barely seemed to react, but then had these spasm moments. He was a total cutie up and down.
He didn't announce that he was gonna do it, he just did it. His only tell were his eyes going wider than before in an almost scared 'am I gonna die' kinda way. His innocence unmatched despite what she was doing to him. Or now what he was doing to her, as the trickle flowed down her gullet. "Gulp." It just took one single swallow. Either she was good or it was just the tiniest little amount from those insignificant looking little balls of his. His neck strained as far as it could go, before snapping down.
He was spent.
The wooden floor of her apartment loft creaked as she stood up, rustling her pants off. Standing above him, April spread her pink folds open to him, her fingers held in a diamond outline, a strip of red fired hair resting just above it. She sat upon the boys awaiting face, who still seemed oblivious to the whole act. Euphoria hit April, as her top row teeth sunk into her lower colored and glossy lip. The smell was strong but not offputting, but it still felt like he was gonna suffocate underneath her. April wasn't expecting much, but just being atop his face excited her, and as she ground down on his nose and features, she could feel the snail trail she was leaving behind. His hands slapped into her bottom which just made them jiggle and April giggle.
She hadn't been taking it seriously before then, but then there was a jolt through her system, and then her hips got more aggressive. She tightened her thighs like a vice. "Make mommy April cum!" She repeated again and again, going through several stages of arousal as she did, sometimes her voice was angelic, others were almost even angry. The boy was absolutely buried in the older woman's pussy. "Come on! Come on!" She was trying to find that perfect moment of relief, that building to her orgasm she was needing. Then it hit her, and her tongue nearly fell from out of her mouth. April collected herself, sucking in her teeth with a pop. "Oh my god." April fanned herself.
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April had an arm around a stranger with a fat neck, sharing a particularly gruesome looking open-mouthed kiss with a man that could have been her father's age. His was much larger, but April was still no slouch in their tongue wrestling competition. His groping paws were all over her, and just as he was about to go further by reaching underneath, April halted him, hands pushing back on his shoulders, as she didn't want to go a second time with him tonight. His response was verklempt. "When can I see you again?"
April dawdled her fingers closer and closer to his throat. "When I feel like it."
Night time New York, she prowled the street without fear, even in an expensive looking Chinese dress -- a gift for her efforts. It was one of those nights that staying couped up in your apartment just wasn't an option. The collar clasped high upon her slim neck, as if protecting her like she assumed the Purple Dragons would. The lemon yellow dragon pattern crawled across the candlewax crimson dress and then situated it's tail near the cutoff of her dress, which was incredibly short, her inner thighs nearly always exposed as she walked. She looked so formal, yet at the same time, she felt like an outright slut, as it's silkiness draped her body, the material hanging off her bare tits, loving the easy-breathing sensation as it wafted across her tender feeling nipples. Her usual done up bun on the back of her head had a pair of fake and small chopsticks sticking through it in a twisting fashion, forming an unseen X as it rested in her hair.
April saw them underneath the streetlight. Three street punks. One was leaned up against a bus sign, the other two were lounging on a stoop, one further up and one near the bottom. The one near the bottom had his switchblade out, picking underneath his nails. "Hello dragon boys..." Her tongue rolled, her eyes lowered, as she made eyes their way. Hands on her waist, she swung her hips their way subtly. They were older teenaged recruits - they had the colors and the tats to prove it. Yet they weren't fully experienced. Maybe she had taken their cocks. Maybe another woman had the pleasure of indoctrinating them... against her will.
He shot up from his seat, brandishing the weapon. "Listen lady, we don't know who you are, but things could go real bad for you if you don't buzz off." He tried to act tough, but they weren't doing anything. Just loitering a street corner.
He received a slap to the back of his head for that, the one higher up the steps having plodded his way down to their level. "What are you an idiot? She runs with the dragons."
The bus sign guy tried to explain as well, now standing up, his hands on his pants, trying to keep them up. "Yeah sorry Miss O'Neil, he's still new."
April covered her lips while playfully giggling. "Oh, it doesn't bother me - but please..." She threw her eyebrows high, her green eyes wide for a second, her vocal tone lowering. "Call me April..." Then she set her plan into motion. "Any of you boys feelin' FRISKY tonight?" Her eyebrows raised suggestively when she uttered 'frisky'. Like dogs in search of treats, they stuck their tails between their legs, following her path, as she lured them out of the light. Her hands pressed up against the brickwork, looking like she was trapped with nowhere else to go, her head spun over her shoulder, her chin raising with a knowing lip curl.
The guy who seemed to know her best took the offer, his tented hardness pressed up against the dress. April pulled at it's hem, making her ass look a little more obvious, sticking out for him so he knew where to guide it. He pressed on her, his hands searching underneath her dress, the smoothness of her inner thighs and even her pussy, which only had just a few bumps of hair; recently clean shaven. "Ooooh, no panties huh?" He snarled into her face with a horny gruffness. "You're really somethin' else, April." Flipping the dress up and over her lower back, her pale ass had a slight glisten from the weather. April's asshole was a nearly translucent pink, with the outer tissue a more solid shade of salmon, almost reaching into an orange like her natural hair color. Though it was a fun place to play in, he aimed lower.
The moist slit split easily for him, as he quickly began his thrusting. The pressure of doing it out in public and with two other guys nearby nearly made him lose his cool, but he just focused on her. "Urgh, ungh. Ngh." He grunted into her lower back, and April ate it all up, smirking devilishly as she kept herself from being mashed against the wall. The teen boy kissed the back of her neck, huffing and puffing all over it, sending goosebumps throughout her body. "You're so hot..." She wanted to say something like 'I know', but she was too busy basking in the adulation, rolling her slack neck while she giggled to herself.
Her wet sex dripped onto the already slick alley pavement, as she cooed, pressing her face into the unforgiving wall, hands spidered. April's face and body began to heat up, but more than just the sensation of his running inches inside her made her sweat - it was the sheer perverseness of doing it so openly. The Purple Dragons owned the streets, and in a way, she was just a trophy being brandished and fondled for all to see. She wasn't some 'aw shucks' ally to those turtles working in the background. She was April O'Neil, antique store proprietor and friendly neighbor no longer. She was April O'Neil: gang affiliate and whore.
"Fuuuuuuck!" He unleashed inside her, her buttocks held for leverage as he rocked into her a few more times, making sure she got all of it. April only wished he had lasted a little longer, but she had two customers waiting in line.
The other two boys got their chance next, fucking her in the same way as the more experienced member, not caring about how sloppy her pussy got, creating a mess of cummy spider webs after the third and final injection of sperm she received that night, leaking from her now reddened lips, excreting in big dollops, the little strands connecting her to the gutter before they broke apart.
It took her a moment to get herself together after what they had done, but April walked like a holy figure before them, the teenaged boys zooming around her with reverence.
Then in her eyeline, something horrible caught her attention.
Oh no, it was the fat guy from earlier...
Like some kind of banshee, she broke her sultry expression, and with a pointed finger, she cast her shrill accusation upon him. "There he is! That didn't guy didn't pay me earlier!"
Like a prison escapee with the spotlight on him, he was a petrified deer for a moment before her goons threw their insults and threats.
"What the fuck!"
"Hey fat boy, you gonna pay up or what?"
"Get back here!"
Taking off as fast as his piggy hooves would take him, huffing and puffing early on, her hoodlums chased him down easily thanks to their youth, taking a sharp corner out of her field of view as she heard bangs and tin cans rolling along with yelps for help that went unanswered before ultimately he just stopped talking.
They re-emerged as proud soldiers, with sore looking knuckles and cocksure expressions. "We took care of that dirtbag for ya, April."
"Yeah, he was real easy to workover."
April cast praise on her returning heroes, touching each of them on their strong chests, feeling each of their heartbeats skip a beat as she did. "Thank you boys." She skirted past them as they walked off, wanting to see the damage herself up close.
Beaten within an inch of his life, he laid face up in a puddle, his nose bleeding or quite possibly broken, April wasn't sure. Not that she cared. April had a gleam in her eyes seeing him like this. He hadn't done a thing wrong to her at all -- in fact, she was the one who initiated everything. She firmly clicked her heels to let him know who was approaching him. He stared up the dress of the looming figure above. He wanted to ask her why she had done this to him, but no words but burbles were exhumed from his now uglier face. Kneeling down, April hooked him by his now bloated and cauliflowered ear. "Nobody messes with me. Got that? Nobody."
Not anymore...
April eschewed the side of her slinky dress, her already skinny tummy sucked in even further, her hip bones poking out. There was a hiccup at first, her tinkle coming out in drips, before her hot yellow stream spritzed him down in a constant connected pour. He gurgled it up, unable to swallow, still collecting in his open hatch like rain water. She winced from a mixture of exertion and just being tired, feeling the squeeze on her lower half like an orange producing juice. April looked down to see him and an exhaled short guffaw escaped her throat. "Ah-haha..." Seeing her piss wash away his bloodied face and just leaving the purple and black marks, it kinda felt like she was giving him a hand while making him look like a drowned rat.
She relaxed, letting the curtain fall over her exposed body. Scratching the back of her head, she felt a streak of warmth run down her thigh that she ignored while stepping casually over his wideload. April began to hum to herself as she walked past the trash and debris lining the alley. "Mmmhmmm... la-lala...dadadaaah..." Who knows? If he ever gets out of the hospital, she might just let him screw her again.
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