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Worth Nothing	By : Venka Category: +S through Z > Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Views: 1463 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own TMNT and did not write this fic with the interest of making money off it.

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Donnie gave a whimpering gasp as he rolled over in his sleeping bag. This was the worst part of this memory; because this was the moment his body became tainted.

Donatello stiffened as Karai approached the bed. Why was she here? What was she planning on doing?
"I'm sorry about this, Donnie?" She whispered as her hand went the belt of her robe letting it fall to the floor. His eyes nearly fell out of his skull at the sight, standing before him in all her fifteen year old glory. She was dressed in nothing but a crotchless black lace teddy. The lace attire hugged her body to like a glove displaying her ample breasts and curves while her uncovered nether regions featured a small filigree of black hair that barely left her womanhood to the imagination. Donnie shot up from the bed and backed towards a wall.
"Stay back!" He gasped.
"You don't understand!" Karai started to say, her voice was still a whisper. Her eyes darted to a corner of the room closest to the closet for a second before returning to him.
"I understand enough!" Donnie said wanting to keep as much distance between himself and her as possible. "I don't know what sick game you're playing, but I'm not interested."
"You don't have a choice." Karai said her voice still a whisper, though her head whipped towards the door as if expecting someone- most likely her father- to burst into the room at any moment. "I don't want to do this to you either. But it's better me …then those guys down there with my father."
"What are you talking about?" Donnie asked as he backed towards the window. He could hear several sets of footsteps starting coming up the stairs.
"Donnie, this room is bugged!" Karai said her voice was louder. "They were watching us. I'm sorry…If you had let me…no…if they hadn't sent you here…." Donnie threw open the curtains covering the window only to find it covered by bars. He didn't remember seeing bars when he had pulled up to the house with his case worker, but then he remembered this room wasn't facing the street.
The bedroom door was thrown open and Oroku Saki walked in, his eyes regarding Donatello with a perverse coldness as a smirk slowly spread across his face. Flanking him was a scrawny dark skinned Brazilian man and another dark-skinned man with a purple Mohawk. Two broad chested men one with red-brown hair and beard and the other was clean shaven and blond also entered the room. The blond haired man grabbed the pillow off the bed and pulled off the pillow case.
"Grab him!" Oroku Saki said. The bearded man that Donnie would later learn was named Bradford rushed forward. Donnie did try to avoid being caught, but due to the limited space in the room it wasn't much of a chase.
"Let go of me!" Donnie demanded as a he squirmed in Bradford's grip. Steranko the blond Russian approached him with a leering smirk on his face. Roughly he took Donnie's chin in his large hand.
"Ivan fuck boys like you… for breakfast." The blond man slurred with his Russan accent. Donnie's eyes riveted on the man at that statement, his breath coming in and out in rapid gasps as nausea threatened over take him, he wished he could melt through the floor.
"Father please!" Karai begged. "Don't do this…just call the well fair agency and tell them that things aren't working out."
"Karai…one day you will learn that there are people and then there are parasites." Saki said. "Foster care children are parasites. They don't exist…they have no homes…no families. They're useless to society, so their bodies may as well be of some use to me. However some need to be educated about their place more than others. Take him to "The Chamber", don't give him any food or water for the next three days. Let him get used to his new housing arrangements."
The next thing Donnie knew, the pillow case was plunged over his head. Donnie continued to writhe in the hands holding him as he was marched out of the room and down the stairs. The last thing he could hear was Oroku Saki telling Karai to dispose of his belongings as they wouldn't be needed any longer.

Donnie tried to track where he was being led as he couldn't see much beyond what he could make out through the fabric of the pillow case. He could make out the shape of the living room furniture, then the kitchen, then a hallway leading to a small office and some other rooms that he couldn't make out. Before he was escorted downstairs again into what Donnie assumed was a basement. There was an odd scraping sound as he heard something being moved aside follow by screech as a metal door was opened. Donnie could feel his bowels turning to ice as every conscious thought in his mind told him that he shouldn't let them put him in this room…whatever it was. He redoubled his efforts in fighting for his freedom. He struggled he tried to bite, kick, scratch anything to get away from the large men who were taking him to this hell hole. His efforts only made the Russian thug laugh as Donnie felt himself being forced passed the threshold of the hidden chamber.
Bradford roughly slammed Donnie hard against a concrete wall. A sharp pain was felt throughout Donnie's skull as it cracked against the cold surface. The pillow case was ripped off his head but before is eyes adjusted to take in the darkened room a blind fold was pull tight over his eyes. A chain rattled as his manacles were snapped over his wrists. His arms hung over his head and his body suspended so only the balls of his feet rested on the floor.
"Your training begins today." He could hear Oroku Saki say in the darkness somewhere off to his right. He could feel hands on his body, the warm, slimy feel of tongue along his neck, a large hand reaching down the waist band of his jeans; cupping areas of his person that were considered private.
~This isn't happening!~ Donnie thought to himself as he felt his shoes being removed and his clothes cut away. He had stopped struggling as he had found the efforts to break free futile. Instead he tried to identify the people around him, how their voices sounded, how they smelled, how they breathed. He needed to commit them to memory so he would know who was around him, who was touching him, who would be the one who would be his first. The smell of cigars and vodka on Ivan Stranko's breath as the blond man bit his ear. The scent of the sea algae extract from Bradford's shampoo as the bearded man lapped at one of the smaller boys nipples. There was laughter from Oroku Saki, an amused guttural laugh.
"You're pretty enough to be girl." Steranko said thickly. "It is the irony you are boy, no? But no matter, either way you become...the whore." The assault when it came was hard and painful.
It started slow as Bradford gripped Donatello’s naked buttocks and ground his hardening groin against the chained boys. Behind him he could feel the crown of Steranko’s hardening member being rubbed against the ring of puckered flesh. Sometimes pressing it against the puckered entrance as though giving promises of what was to come. The other two men wouldn’t touch him other the licking or rubbing themselves up against him. Donnie though he did hear a couple of meaty pumping sounds before warm muck splashed on to him.
“So whose gonna be first?” A voice asked, Donnie didn’t recall hearing this voice but speculated it was the man with the Mohawk. “The boy’s still a virgin and already he’s already covered in cum.
“You know who get the first honor?” He heard Steranko say behind him as he moved away, as did Bradford. For a moment Donnie just hung there, he didn’t know who was around him but he could hear breathing and the sound of someone stepping in front of him. His nostrils could make out the scent of sandalwood incense. Before someone nuzzled his throat with their lips, he could feel his body stiffen as the lips traveled up his jawline to his own mouth. Then a tongue was forcefully thrust into Donnie’s mouth. He tried to move his face away from the invading lips but a rough hand forced it back to attention as he felt himself pressed hard against the wall. One hand toyed with a nipple before sliding it down the naked boy’s body. Donnie struggled and fought to break loose, do anything to fight what was about to happen. He bit down on the tongue invading his mouth earning an enraged snarl and the back of a hand across his face.
Two sets of strong arms grabbed his legs holding them apart presenting his nether regions to whoever was going to rape him. His body shook with fright and he writhed trying to get out of their grip, out of his bindings, but to no avail. He felt two hands get a firm grip on his hips before they thrust forward.. But the hard thick organ wasn’t fully inside him, he felt the shaft pull out slowly as though the person wanted him to feel every inch that was inside him before there was another hard violent thrust. Again the pull out was slow and drawn out before there was a final push and he could feel the hard round globes of pressed against the flesh of his ass.
“You’re so tight…I love it” He could hear Oroku Saki’s voice say with a lust filled groan. He slowly pulled out, drawing out every agonizing inch before slowly thrusting back in….slowly but not gently. He wanted the boy to feel every single second of this. Donnie bucked, and struggled which only pleased his tormentors more as they laughed. He could feel Oroku Saki’s thrusts becoming harder, more forceful. The mouse haired boy bit his lip until it bleed trying not to give them the satisfaction of hearing his cries, but gradually the pain, humiliation, it became too much and he let out a scream. He could hear hoots, cheers, and laughter and laughter from his captors. But he didn’t care anymore…he just wanted to be way from this place, away from these people. He wanted to be with his family, buried deep within the earth, safe, forgotten, and free of suffering.
With one final hard thrust Saki plunged himself into the boy’s body and released himself. When the older man pulled himself out, the others let go of his legs. They left him dangling there in his humiliation. As tears fell down his face, while blood and semen dripped to the floor. Unfortunately the torture was anything but over. The torment lasted for hours that felt like days as he was ravaged and beaten, his tormentors laughing all the while at his helplessness.
When he was finally cut down he lay on the ground in a broken heap. His throat was raw from screaming and eyes swollen nearly shut from tears and few punches he had received. There were also burns on his arms, shoulders, and torso where lit cigars and cigarettes were pressed against his naked flesh. And burned as he felt a salty stream of urine hit his back. He wanted to scream at the pain, but he was so weak and exhausted he could only let out a pained whimper. The blind fold was removed as he was dragged along the floor and thrown into a cage in the back of the chamber. Again he couldn't move as he lay on the floor of a 5’x5’ space.
"I wouldn't put too much hope in escape." He could hear Oroku Saki's voice fade in and out as he started to lose consciousness. "Even if you could…No one would believe a thing you'd say."
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