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Surface Prisoner	By : TegaRin Category: +S through Z > Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Views: 5953 -:- 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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- 2-Part 2
- 3-Part 3
- 4-Part 4
- 5-Part 5
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Surface Prisoner
Part 4
It was hard to keep track of time. Allison didn’t know how long she was out since she passed out among the sheets. She figured she’d been out for a long time. They were now on the floor and she was in a different position. Cool air chilled the thin layer of sweat on her naked skin. She had a vague memory of the turtle ripping the rest of her clothes off at different points. Nothing was entirely clear. Her throat burned and every part of her ached. Fragmented memories came back of her body being bent into various positions. The turtle didn’t seem to mind using her unconscious body. Then again, it didn’t seem like he had a preference beyond being alive…and even that seemed negotiable.
Lying on their sides, Michelangelo was inside of her again and close to completion. He raised her leg to penetrate her easier, panting while he flooded her insides again. The excess dripped out of her and she felt overly wet—further proof that he didn’t stop raping her once she passed out. He stayed inside her, still hard. Taking shallow thrusts, his hands kneaded her aching breasts.
Allison decided it would be best to fake unconsciousness. If he wanted to use her like this, she’d let him. It didn’t even hurt as much. She disconnected herself from the abuse and pretended it was all a horrible dream caused by one too many overpriced drinks at the club. Then as soon as there was a free moment, she’d flee.
Mikey released her leg and pulled out completely. Allison felt an odd emptiness but was extremely grateful for it. Unfortunately, the small reprieve allowed a fresh layer of pain to roll over her. Throwing an arm around her waist, he gave a pleased sigh and buried his face in her hair. Sniffing deeply, he gave a gentle squeeze that set off a new set of aches in Allison. The brunette sighed. She was tired, thirsty and so very sore. She wanted a shower but cringed at the thought of cleaning between her legs.
“Michelangelo.” A quiet voice called from behind the door.
“Fuck off, Leo. ‘m busy.” He grumbled into Ally’s hair.
“I will not tolerate any excuses. You will spar with us today or else.” The end of the sentence made Mikey clutch Allison with greedy desperation. So if he didn’t get up, this one would likely kill her as some kind of punishment.
“Be right down, Leo.” Rising from the bed, he picked up his gear and redressed. “So, me and my brothers train every morning. It’s a total buzzkill sometimes. Dunno why Leo wakes us up so damn early.”
He talked to her causally, as if he hadn’t raped her all night…or day. She had no clue. He holstered one nun chuck and idly twirled the other. “Ally, I know you’re awake. I could feel it.”
Allison opened her eyes and stared at him. He smiled, pleased with her obedience.
“So you can run around in the lair, I guess. Doesn’t matter where you go—because I will find you.” He holstered his other weapon and left the room. “Later.”
Getting up took longer than it should have. Allison willed each muscle to move and forced herself not to look down. She knew she was damaged to some degree and If she actually saw the evidence, she would probably curl up into a ball and die. Getting out of the bed, she saw the ripped remains of her clothing. There was no way she could wear any of that anymore. Her knees buckled but she forced herself steady. Leaning onto the wall for support, she looked around. Taking a deep breath, she forced her leaden legs to move towards the stereo—or more specifically, the dresser underneath it. She fell onto the flat plane of wood and rested all her weight on her left hand. With her right, she opened the first drawer.
Lots of pads, extra belts, chain, and gauze—probably for training or something. She didn’t see anything of use.
The second drawer was full of a combination of pornographic magazines, comic books, and CDs. Wrinkling her nose in disgust, she slammed the drawer shut and groaned when a lancing pain shot up her side.
Dropping lower, she cried out. It felt like she’d opened up some of the damage she was healing but Allison needed to check the last drawer. She had to find something…anything.
With trembling fingers, she opened the last drawer and gasped. Hair clips, ponytail holders and buttons littered the drawer…but it was mostly full of driver’s licenses. Mostly New York. All women. With oddly empty eyes, they smiled up at her and on top of them all, was her own. Shocked, she put a trembling hand over her mouth. With excessive force, she slammed the drawer shut and slid down against the wall, sobbing.
Swallowing the gut wrenching fear, she willed herself to move. Crawling over to the bed, she picked out the cleanest sheet she could and wrapped it around her form. Supporting herself, she walked to the door and opened it. Peering out, she saw no one. The place was oddly empty. She didn’t even know where to start. The urgent need for relief awakened, indicating she needed to search for a bathroom.
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After a few minutes of looking, she managed to find one. The relief was short. Something so simple became an agonizing affair—from sitting down to the actual act. She burst into tears, overwhelmed with pain. Still, she toughed it out and finished. Glancing around, she noticed there wasn’t a shower in this bathroom. Hopefully there were more. Did they shower? They seemed clean…
Standing up, she made herself decent and prepared to leave when the door swung open. Her eyes locked with the red banded turtle in mutual surprise.
“Er, sorry.” He grumbled. “I ain’t realize you were in here.”
Her legs folded underneath her. The large turtle jumped in and caught her. Allison sparked to life, screaming and trying to wrench out of his arms.
“Calm the fuck down!” He barked. “You were about to crack ya fuckin’ head open!”
“No! No!” Allison repeated the word over and over as some kind of mantra. Her flailing increased when he rose with her. Dragging her out, Allison grabbed the doorframe and pulled. The turtle was much stronger and yanked her back. She pushed against the hard material on his chest while he pulled her down the hallway. Allison’s hands ran down his side and her hand brushed against some kind of handle. She grabbed it and pulled it out, spotting the gleam of metal.
“We’ll get ya some food an’—“ She stabbed. Releasing her, turtle uttered a howl of pain clutching his leg. Allison backed away with the weapon in her trembling hands. Slicks of blood coated the metal. Her mind reeled over the events and huge tears fell down her face. This one was…was trying to help her…wasn’t he?
“I’m s…sorry…”
Slowly, the turtle raised his head. A white film clouded his eyes and they burned with a fearsome rage. His teeth pulled back in a snarl, froth coming forth at the edge of his lips. Climbing to his feet, he threw his head back and released the most inhuman roar. It rattled through Allison and the whole place seemed to shake from the echo. Following her gut, Allison turned and ran with the berserk turtle right on her heels.
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