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Trouble in Paradise	By : KerryAnne Category: +S through Z > Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Views: 1694 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The Rat King entered Slash’s domain and found him sitting down on his bed, drinking a bottle of water.
“Greetings, my friend,” the Rat King said.
“We're not friends,” Slash said, instantly alert and standing up. “We only agreed to a truce to get revenge on those turtles. I have what I’ve always wanted,” he said, pointing at the still unconscious Raphael. “Did you get what you wanted?”
“I did, but I’d like more. I have Michelangelo and he’s fun, but I’d dearly like to try Raphael. With your permission, of course. And I'd like us to be friends, Slash. We’ve failed multiple times, or I have, of ruling the city by myself, but together, with my cunning and know-how and your brutal strength, we could rule the city.”
“You have a point,” Slash said, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. “And you want Raphael?”
“I’d love Raphael and I’m willing to share Michelangelo. You’ll love him. He’s such an obedient puppy. Gorgeous boy.”
“All right, but I'll kill you if you double-cross me.”
“As will I. Let’s shake on it.” The villains shook hands and the Rat King said, “Do I get to play with Raphael now?”
“Yes. We’re both going to fuck his brains out and make him beg for mercy, but I go first.”
“Of course.”
Slash walked up to Raphael and slapped him hard across his face. The poor turtle woke, snapping open his golden eyes and looking around him fearfully. His eyes landed on the villains and he stammered through the muzzle, ”T-two of ya?”
“That’s right,” Slash said, cupping his cheek. “We’re going to play a game called Fuck Raphael and make him scream. You’ll love it.”
“I wanna go home. Please, Slash. I don’t want this,” Raphael begged.
“Too bad.”
“Rat King, open that box.”
The Rat King opened the box that Slash indicated and Slash reached into it and withdrew a large object.
“What’s that?” Raphael asked fearfully.
“Something I love,” Slash said, spreading Raphael’s legs apart with the spreader bar. “Lovely. Your legs are far apart for me now, giving me better access to your cock. Like it, Raphael?”
“N-no. I wanna go home.”
“I guarantee you’ll be tamed and calling me Master before the end of today.”
“Can I join in?” a new voice called, entering the room.
“Leatherhead?” Slash said in amazement. “I wasn’t expecting you until next week.
“Yes,” the giant crocodile said. “Decided to come earlier. Is that okay? And, well, well, what have we here? By gumbo, it’s one of them turtles. Trussed up and all ready for cooking. And you’re here, Rat King. Good to see you.”
“No, no, my friend. We’re not eating him. We’re going to fuck him.”
“Good to see you too,” the Rat King said. “Slash and I are friends now and we were just about to have some fun with young Raphael, Leatherhead.”
“The irksome turtle, who told me he had shoes made from my mother!” Leatherhead roared. “By gumbo, it’ll be a pleasure hurting this creature!”
Oh, shit, Raphael thought, closing his eyes. No, no. I’m doomed for. They’re all gonna fuck me and there’s nothin’ I can do. I don’t want this. I just wanna go home ta my nice bed with Leo…
”Open your damn eyes, Raphael,” Slash yelled. “I want you to watch the games.” He reached into the box and took out a dildo.
Raphael opened his eyes and said, "W-what’s that?”
“Something fun.” Slash rubbed Raphael’s slit, watching as the turtle stubbornly resisted dropping down. “Drop down, Raphael, or I’ll cut off your cock,” Slash shouted.
Raphael reluctantly dropped down with a loud churr, making Leatherhead and the Rat King laugh.
“He loves it,” the Rat King snickered. “Look at him. Is that his cock? Ugly thing, isn’t it?"
“Mine's better looking,” Leatherhead said. “And I can’t wait to ram it into his hole!”
Shedding helpless tears, Raphael could only watch, as Slash shoved two fingers inside of him, prepping him for the large dildo. Slash pushed in the large dildo when he was satisfied Raphael was ready and watched his face turn from a surprised and pained expression, as the dildo entered his core and spread out, filling him and stretching him wide, to one of almost bliss, when the dildo started vibrating and hit his prostate.
Squeezing his eyes shut, Raphael churred, as waves of pleasure coursed through his body, making the villains chuckle again. I didn’t want that, he thought, disgusted with himself. But it fuckin' feels so damn good.
Slash pulled out the dildo a few minutes later and replaced it with his huge, twelve-inch cock. As Slash thrust in and out, Raphael screamed. It feels like it’s splittin’ me in two, he thought. Fuck. I ain’t a virgin, but he’s so damn rough. Fuck.
“Stop,” Raphael pleaded, tears trickling down his face. “It hurts. Feels like yer rippin’ me in two!”
Slash ignored his desperate pleas and continued pounding away. “Yes!” he roared. “Yes! You’re so tight, Raphael. So perfect. Mine, mine. For all of eternity!”
Raphael saw stars, as Slash found his prostate. He let out a loud churr that vibrated off of the walls, causing a delighted Slash to go even faster and to thrust more brutally. Enjoying his “lovemaking”, Slash bit down hard on Raphael’s shoulder and sucked it, leaving a large bloody mark. Raphael whimpered and shut his eyes.
I wish he’d stop, Raphael thought, openly weeping. I don’t want this. My body screams yes, but my mind don't want this. Fuck! Stop. I want Leo. I wanna go home. Please.
Raphael came a few minutes later, spraying his seed all over his plastron, followed by Slash seconds later. The evil turtle came with a loud growl, emptying his essence into the smaller turtle. Raphael sobbed and glanced down at the blood between his legs. Slash had been extremely violent and Raphael wondered if the huge turtle had ruptured anything inside of him. It hurt so badly.
Slash pulled out and said with a grin, “He’s all yours, gentlemen.”
“Can we cut him down?” the Rat King said.
“I doubt he’ll fight,” Slash said. He chortled and stared at the still weeping Raphael. “He’s probably too sore to move. I'll remove his muzzle for the blowjob.”
Slash removed Raphael's muzzle. Leatherhead cut down Raphael and held onto him tightly, as the Rat King plunged his massive cock inside of the helpless turtle, enjoying the shrieks he emitted. He came with a loud grunt a few minutes later, filling Raphael with his seed. Bloodied and sore, Raphael prayed it'd soon be over, but sadly, it wasn’t yet. It was still Leatherhead’s turn.
The Rat King forced his cock down Raphael’s throat, as Leatherhead lined his up with Raphael’s entrance. The poor turtle sucked obediently, as Leatherhead's rod thrust inside of him. Pain was soon replaced by the familiar sensation of pleasure, but it didn’t last long.
Leatherhead was crueller than Slash and the Rat King and his thrusts were even more vicious, causing Raphael to bite down on hard on the Rat King’s cock, as pain radiated through him. The furious villain withdrew his cock and smacked Raphael hard in the face. “You flaming, dumb reptile. That hurt!” the Rat King yelled.
“He’s hurtin’ me,” Raphael whimpered. “Stop him before he tears somethin’. Please.”
“I’m going to cum,” Leatherhead announced. He came seconds later, filling Raphael up with his crocodile seed. “By gumbo, that was just what the doctor ordered,” he said, pulling out. “You’re a good fuck toy, Raphael.”
Raphael tried to pull himself up into a sitting position, but he was too sore, so he lay flat on his carapace, covering his face, as his sobs wracked his body.
Slash laughed and said, “Did you have fun, my cupcake? Answer me, Raphael.” An infuriated Slash picked Raphael up and threw him when he received no reply, causing him to crash against the wall and land flat on his carapace a few yards away. Mewling, a terrified Raphael cringed, as Slash approached him. “I’m your Master, Raphael,” Slash growled. “And you'll obey me and answer when I talk to you. Do you understand?” Raphael cried again and Slash kicked him hard in the ribs. “Answer me, Raphael!”
“Y-yes, Master,” Raphael choked out.
“That’s right. I'm your primary Master and the Rat King and Leatherhead also own you. Be a good boy and crawl here and service me.”
“Can’t. Too sore.”
Slash went to Raphael and sat down on his plastron, causing Raphael to gasp. Slash was by no means a lightweight at three hundred pounds. Slash positioned his cock by Raphael’s mouth. “Suck, Raphael,” he ordered. “Make your Master happy.” The smaller turtle obeyed and soon torrents of cum slid down his throat, nearly causing him to gag. “Swallow, Raphael!” Slash shouted. Raphael obeyed, knowing he was in for more abuse if he didn't.
Slash said when he was finished, "Day one of Taming Raphael’s been a complete success. I own him and to make it complete, so my little turtledove really knows his place, it’s time to restrain him. Help me carry, little Raphael, Leatherhead. ” Raphael was no means little at six foot six, but Slash was much bigger at seven foot and was much stronger, so he, together with Leatherhead, were too much for the battered turtle to fight.
The villains lifted Raphael and placed him into a suspended leather sleepsack, zipping it up, so that the turtle was tightly confined. “This is called a sleepsack, Raphael,” Slash said. “You’re confined and helpless. Just the way I love you, my adorable little rose. There are zippers that’ll allow me to have fun with you later. Maybe CBT? Know what that is, Raphael? I guess you do, judging by your expression. Hehe. Maybe you don’t even need a cock and would like to become a eunuch? You'll be a pussy cat without your testosterone, and will only think about my needs. Hmm." Slash placed a hood over Raphael and zipped it up. “It has a hole, so that you can breathe, Raphael. Don’t worry.”
Slash started swinging the sleepsack up and down and from side to side, creating the effect of being on a bobbing boat.
I wanna go home, Raphael thought, tears streaming down his cheeks. I hate this. Leo, I miss ya. This is fuckin’ strange and awful and I don’t want it. I gotta piss. Shit. His cheeks reddened and more tears ran down his cheeks, as he peed, the acrid smell hitting his nostrils.
The villains also smelled the urine and chortled. “Think little Raphie wet himself,” the Rat King said and smirked. “Having fun, Raphael?”
“Please let me out,” Raphael whined. “I’ll do whatever ya want. I won’t run away. I’ll be yer good boy. Please.”
“No.”
“No,” Slash said. “Relax and breathe, Raphael, and don’t panic. I don’t want a dead turtle when I return. Oh, Rat King. You said I could play with Michelangelo. How about now?”
“Sure thing. But let’s have some dinner first. I’m ravenous. Sex always gives me an appetite.”
Left alone, Raphael’s humiliation was complete, when he shat on himself a while later. Smelly, broken, tamed and humbled, he thought, as tears ran down his face, let them kill me. I can’t handle no more. Just kill me.
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