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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
- 1-Part 1
- 2-Part 2
- 3-Part 3
- 4-Part 4
- 5-Part 5
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Surface Prisoner
Part 5
Clutching the bloody weapon, Allison ran. It hurt but she didn’t want to take her chances with a dangerous animal after her. The turtle would stop and wreck things in his path only to sniff the air, roar and continue his pursuit. The brunette managed to flee the lair and now wandered the sewers in barely anything. She was in a dark area, full of pipes and could barely see. Jumping at ever noise, she wandered through and hoped for an exit.
An metallic clang rung out and she spun around. Seeing nothing, she turned to continue only to find the red banded turtle in front of her. His form heaved and he growled before charging at her. Allison fled and then scampered in to a small crawlspace made from pipes. The turtle collided with the metal and attacked it. He stabbed at Allison thtrough the small spaces and if it weren’t for the thickness of his arms, he could reach her. He tried to crawl into the spot she’d entered from but couldn’t fit. With one arm, he clawed at the air in front of her. Another clang rung out.
Snarling, the angry turtle crawled away and tore off into the darkness.
A roar pierced the darkness and cut off. Allison sat there, buzzing with adrenaline. Perhaps it was safe to come out now. As safe as it could be. She crawled out and ventured deeper into the sewer. A breeze ghosted over her skin and something touched her left arm. In the light, Allison glanced at her arm. Beads of blood bloomed on her pale skin before blossoming into a two inch long cut. Gasping, Allison held up the weapon and spun around, searching for something. Another light touch hit her upper back, followed by a stinging sensation and the cool drip of fluid. Panicking, the woman couldn’t see or hear anything. Even that odd clang was gone. Cold air brushed over her thighs. Dizzy, Allison looked down at her body and found her skin covered in thin cuts. Another slash hit the small of her back and she dropped to her knees. Staring at the ground, she could see dark drops of blood. Her blood. Cold metal slid under her chin and gave enough force to make her look up. She met the intense gaze of the turtle in blue. His mouth pursed in a grim line and he guided the blade closer to her neck.
The katana against her was clean. Her eyes flicked to the other and found it covered in dark crimson streaks.
“You’ve hurt my brother.” He stated. “What have you got to say for yourself?”
“…I…I didn’t mean to.” Allison’s head swam. If she moved, she’d graze the blade and cut her own throat. Locking his gaze with hers, he raised the blade to his mouth and dragged his tongue across the flat of it. Drinking in her horror, he grinned.
“Coward.” He purred. “I do not tolerate such dishonorable behavior. You will be punished.”
The metalling clang returned.
“If I may interject,” The purple turtle materialized from the shadows. His staff pressing against one of the pipes “I want you to know that Raphael has been subdued.”
“…and Mikey?”
“He said, ‘Don’t be such a tight ass.’” A mild flash of mirth sparked in the blue turtle’s eyes. The purple turtle continued. “Her futile attempts to escape show me she is a little intelligent. I would like the chance to study her for a bit. Also, Mikey is more obedient when you threaten his toys.”
He tilted his head slightly, studying Allison. “You live…for now.”
Sheathing his clean blade, he turned to the purple turtle.
“Donatello, make her presentable. It will help me come to a clear decision about her.”
They both watched the blue turtle disappear in the shadows. With a small sigh, the purple turtle scooped Allison up and carried her back.
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Shivering on the bathroom floor, Allison watched Donatello undress. The sheet was discarded as soon as she entered the bathroom, so she was naked once again. Her skin was a mess of blood, dirt and bruised.
“Now, Allison, I’m not like Mikey.” Donatello explained while he undid his belt. “I don’t always give in to my basic desires and I have rules. You will do as I say. You will speak to me when I speak to you and you will say ‘sir’ when I call for you. If you don’t obey me, I will render you obedient. Understand?”
“Yes…” His face darkened. Allison immediately squeaked out, “Yes sir.”
“I’ll start by cleaning you off.” Donatello announced. “…after that, I shall examine you and then I will dress you.”
“Yes sir.” Allison cringed inside. This seemed so simple yet still just as wrong but if being submissive gave her a chance…He picked her up and stepped into the shower. Putting her down, he dislodged the showerhead and sat down in front of her. With, what appeared to be antibacterial soap and a wash cloth, he took to the task of cleaning her body. The cleansing stung and soothed at the same time. Blood and dirt mingled together and clouded the draining water. Donatello gently scrubbed her pale skin clean. When Allison saw the first hint of yellowish bruises, she lowered her head, squeezing her eyes shut. Things hurt enough but this turtle seemed to know what he was doing. The one with the katanas probably attacked them occasionally and they had to deal with it somehow. The roaming hands dipped between her legs.
“Ah!” Allison cringed, agony radiating from the tender area.
“I know it hurts but you have to be cleaned.” The turtle said gently. Parting her legs, he continued more thoroughly. The spray of warm water cleaned her intimate parts while she reddened with shame. A pleasant tension spawned in her gut and she whimpered. Fortunately, the stimulation ended before anything could come of it.
Rinsed and dried, Donatello wrapped Allison in a towel and helped her to her feet.
“Can you walk?”
Allison hesitantly got to her feet, finding her legs slow but functional.
“Yes sir…”
Donatello beamed at her.
“Very good. Now let’s go to the lab.”
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Lying on the table, Allison stared up at the lights and clutched the towel over her body After downing a couple painkillers, a warm numbness ran across her skin. Also, the ache between her legs became nothing more than an annoyance. To help with dehydration, an IV dripped electrolytes into her arm while she was examined. The turtle seemed to know everything when it came to medicine. It was easy to pretend he was a doctor. He even wore gloves while examining her. After splaying her open, he rubbed a salve on the torn flesh. Horrid pain exploded and then melted away into her body.
“Hm, seems like Mikey took my advice to heart.” He muttered. He raised his head. “He’s being rather gentle with you. Do you want to know how I know that?”
“H-how, sir?”
“Because you’re still alive.” Amused at her shock, he chuckled. “You see, we mutated from turtles. You personally experienced a fraction of our stamina. Honestly, Mikey would be perfectly content just using you for days. Any of us would be, really.”
“S…sir…” Her mouth went dry. “How…how long…”
“You were in Mikey’s room for about 12 hours.” He said as if he were talking about the weather. Lying down, her body cried for sleep. More tears came. This was a normal occurrence for them, wasn’t it? She wanted to believe differently but something about Donatello worried her. Then she remembered the drawer full of IDs. The faces stared back at her unblinking. Unmoving. Gone.
Before she could protest, sleep took her.
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