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Leo's 16
Don's 15
Raphael's 15 (two months younger than Don)
Mikey's 14

Raphael stretched lazily in bed, looked lasciviously at his mate, Leo, and said, “Wanna go anotha round?”
“Raphie, you’re incorrigible,” Leo said. “We’ve already had four rounds. I’m pooped.”
“I wanna be a dad and raise a baby with ya. Can ya ditch the condoms, so we can try?”
“I'm not ready for that. Please can we wait a bit longer?”
"I guess, but yer gonna have my baby first. Not Mikey.”

“What’s this about babies, bro?” Mikey asked, bringing breakfast on a tray and settling it on Leo’s lap.
Leo looked gratefully at his other mate and said, “Thanks, Mikey.”

“Hey. Where’s mine, Mikey?” Raphael asked.
“Get your own. This is for me and Leo.”
“Jerk. Yer still jealous Leo also loves me, ain’t ya?”
“Nope, because Leo loves me more, don’t you, Leo?” Mikey said as he shoved a piece of bacon into Leo’s mouth.

Leo chewed, swallowed and said, “I love you both so much in different ways. Raph, I love your passion, fiery nature and the way you make me swoon every time I’m with you. Mikey, I love your gentle, easygoing nature. You’re a sweetheart and you both make me so happy. I couldn’t imagine life without you two.”

Raphael pounced on Leo after breakfast and nipped and licked him all over. Then he spread Leo's legs wide and lined his cock up at Leo’s entrance.

“It’s my turn,” Mikey said crossly. “Shove over, Raph.”
Raphael bared his teeth at Mikey and snarled, “Back off if ya know what’s good for ya. Leo’s mine!”
“He’s also mine!” Mikey yelled. “You never let me have him.”
“We can screw him together, okay?”

“Can you two please stop fighting and fuck me already?" Leo said.

Leo's mates didn’t need to be asked again.

Mikey also lined his cock up at Leo’s entrance.

Leo moaned in a mixture of pain and pleasure as his mates' cocks sank into his puckered hole, especially when they struck his sweet spot, which caused him to emit a deep churr.

“Go faster,” Leo begged.

Needing no more encouragement, his mates thrust in harder and faster and their churrs echoed off the sewer walls. They roared when they came a few minutes later and deposited their seed deep into Leo.

Leo climaxed soon after and panted heavily.

“You two are incredible,” Leo said as he watched his mates pull out. “I’m so lucky to have you.”
“We’re the lucky ones, Fearless,” Raphael said. He bent down and nuzzled Leo's cheek with his beak. “I thought I’d neva find no one else afta Don and I broke up, but then ya and Mikey invited me ta be with ya and I’ve neva been happier.”

“And you took over, because you're such an Alpha," Mikey said heatedly. "I love you as my bro, but you need to back off and to let me also have time with Leo. He was my mate first.”
Raphael shrugged. “I can’t help it. That's who I am. I know ya want me ta leave him completely alone, but I ain’t gonna, so get used ta it. I’m here ta stay.”

Leo didn’t intervene. It was the same old argument every time. Mikey and Raphael loved each other as brothers, but that was all and Mikey was still growing used to sharing Leo. Leo had suggested Raphael join them, because he'd been lonely after his breakup with Don. Mikey hadn’t been  thrilled, but he'd gone along with it, because he loved Leo. If Leo had to be honest, he’d always had a deep desire for Raphael, so he’d been excited when the volatile turtle had joined the relationship. Leo had the gentleness of Mikey and the passion that was Raphael, so he considered himself very blessed. And if Leo had to be honest again, he loved Raphael more and only wanted him as his mate. But I can't break Mikey's heart and dump him, because it'd destroy him.

“Ya look deep in thought, Fearless,” Raphael said. “Ya okay?”
“Fine, Raphie,” Leo said, looking lovingly into his favourite mate's golden eyes. “Why don’t you turn on the shower and wait for me? I’ll be there in a few minutes.”
“Okay, Fearless. We've gotta christen the shower.”

Leo smiled and playfully swatted his rump.

XXXX

Don happened to be passing the bedroom. He peeked through the keyhole and was furious at what he saw. I should be with Leo and I want a baby. I'm gonna make Leo mine, whether he likes it or not.

The door suddenly opened and Raphael appeared, which startled Donny.

A glowering Raphael crossed his arms and demanded, “Ya were eavesdroppin', Don, huh?”
“No, Raph."
“I hope not. It’d be kinda sick if ya were.”
“Why would I? I’m happy for you. You have Leo, whom you've always wanted.”
“Yeah,” Raphael said and smiled so smugly that Don wished he could punch his face. “Leo’s amazin’ and we’re gonna have babies.”
“Leo’s gravid?”
“Not yet, but he will be someday. I love Leo. I ain’t a sap, but I do love Leo. He makes me feel so fuzzy and all I wanna do, 'sides fuckin' him, is make him happy. I’m gonna get some breakfast. Lata," Raphael said and went to the kitchen.

Don formulated a plan how he’d get Leo alone.

Tonight. I have to make sure Raph and Mikey are busy and I know how.

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Meanwhile, Leo was talking to Mikey.

“I know you still resent Raph,” Leo said. “But he’s lonely and he needs us. Please be nicer to him.”
“I can’t stand his arrogance, bro. He thinks he’s some Greek god.”
“I know, but he needs this and us, Mikey.”
“You really love him, don’t you? More than me.”
“Of course not. I love you both equally, Mikey,” Leo said and kissed his beak. “And I’m bonded to you both. Now and forever.”
“I hope you mean that, Leo. I couldn’t stand losing you.”
“You won’t. I’m gonna shower. Why don’t you pick a movie we can all watch afterwards?”
“Sure. Hey, Leo? I love you so much.”
“Love you too. Later.”

XXXX

Don was mixing a concoction of drugs in his lab that were designed to get what he wanted and to keep Raphael and Mikey occupied. He smiled when he was finished.

It's ready. I'll do it at lunch and then I'll have Leo all to myself.

XXXX

Don offered to make lunch later that day and spiked Mikey, Raphael’s and Leo’s sandwiches with the potion. Then he called them all to lunch and they tucked in.

"This sandwich tastes strange, Don," Raphael said. "What did ya put on it?”
“Salami, Raph,” Don said as he rolled his eyes.

“It does taste a bit funny,” Leo said. “Don, are you sure the food’s fine?”
“Yes. I have the same as you.”

"I don’t know, bro,” Mikey said and set his half-eaten sandwich aside. “It does taste a bit funny.”
“Then make your damn own lunch,” Don said irately. “It’s just salami.”

"Maybe we’re overreacting,” Leo said. “I’m sure it’s fine.”

Leo's mates nodded, trusting him and ate the rest of their food.

XXXX

The brothers were on a sewer run after lunch, when they were ambushed by Slash and the Rat King.

The villains seemed to have united for some reason and were determined to destroy the Turtles.

Raphael advanced on them and was gripping his sai menacingly, when the potion suddenly affected him and he collapsed to the ground.

“What’s goin’ on, guys?” Raphael managed to ask and then his eyes closed.

Mikey and Leo couldn’t answer, because they’d also collapsed.

“What the hell’s going on, Donatello?” Slash asked, quirking an eyeridge.
“You like Raph, don’t you?”
“Very much.”
“He’s all yours. Rat King, you can have Mikey, but leave Leo. I want him.”

“Why are you doing this?” the Rat King asked.
“Because,” Don said. “I want Leo and this is the only way I can have him all to myself. Do you want them or not?”
“Yes,” the Rat King said and picked Mikey up. “I can keep him?”
“Of course. Have fun.”
“Goodbye, turtle,” the Rat King said and quickly walked home.

“Raphael mine forever, Donatello?” Slash asked as he leered at the passed out red masked turtle.
“Yes. He likes it rough, so give him all you’ve got.”
“I will,” Slash said and picked Raphael up. “I’m gonna pound him hard and deep! Goodbye,” Slash added and ran off with Raphael.

“Now it’s just us, Leo,” Don said. “Your mates are gone and Dad’s away for the next month, so we’ll have a blast."

Don slung Leo over his shoulder and eager to claim Leo as his, raced home.

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Raphael woke up feeling disoriented a couple of hours later. Shaking his head to clear his fogginess, he found that he was chained to a wall with his hands high above his head. His feet were also bound, so he was effectively helpless and his weapons, gear and mask were all gone. It made him feel naked and extremely vulnerable, which he detested. He prided himself on his strength and here he was as helpless as a newborn lamb.

Or should I say a hatchling turtle?

Raphael's anger igniting, he yelled, “What the fuck! Where the hell am I? The last thing I remember is passin' out. Hello? Lemme fuckin' go!"
“I’d stop shoutin', Raphael,” Slash said calmly as he approached him. “No one can hear you. It’s just us.”
Raphael's eyes flashed dangerously as he studied the much bigger turtle and said, “Lemme go, Slash. Ya don' wanna do this.”
“I do,” Slash said as he stroked Raphael’s cheek. “And you’re also gonna want it. You’ll soon be a submissive little pet, Raphael, and obey my every whim.”
Raphael spat at him and the spit landed in his left eye. The huge turtle immediately backhanded Raphael across his face, which caused him to wince. “You don’t do that, Raphael!" Slash said furiously. “You show some damn respect to your Master.”
“Ya ain’t my master and my bros will find me. I neva treated ya this way. I always treated ya well and I thought we were friends. Why do ya wanna do this?”
“Your brothers are occupied. I love you and I wanna make you mine. I’m the only one who loves you and who knows what you truly are. A monster like me. We can be good for each other.”
“Yer lyin’. My bros will find me. They always do.”
“You’re so beautiful, Raphael. A work of art. I love you. Be with me.”
“NEVA! I love Leo. I ALWAYS will. Ya can’t make me love ya.”
“I can. What’s Leonardo got that I don’t have?”
Raphael snorted contemptuously and said, “My heart. Yer neva gonna have it, no matter what ya do.”
“We’ll see about that. Would you like somethin' to eat?”
“Fuck ya!”
Slash backhanded Raphael again so quickly his head spun and he now sported a split lip. Raphael spat out blood and scowled at his former pet. “You'll learn to obey me, Raphael, and you'll learn some manners,” Slash said crossly. “I'll be back with your food.”

A frightened Raphael thought about his family. Please find me guys. I wanna be back with my Leo. I don' want this.

Slash returned with a bowl of food and said, “Here you go, Raphael. Tinned fish. I found several cans of it.”
“Ya mean ya stole it.”
“Whatever. Eat up,” Slash said as he held the spoon near Raphael’s mouth.
“No.”

Slash pinched Raphael’s nose, which forced him to open his mouth and gasp for air. Then he shoved the fish into Raphael’s mouth.

Raphael gagged.

“Swallow," Slash said.
Raphael did and looked at him with intense hatred. “It tastes off, ya sicko!”
“I ate it and I’m fine. You’ll be too. It’s good to have you here, Raphael. I hated bein' alone. Now we can be together forever. You’ll be my mate and we’ll live happily ever after.”
“Leo’s my mate, ya sick fucker!”
Slash smacked his face hard, making him wince. “Watch it. I’ve only been nice to you, but you’re tryin' my patience.”
“Slash, ya'll lemme go if ya eva loved me. Ya don' want this. Lemme go.”
“Nice try. I do want this. Eat the rest of your food and be a good boy.”

Raphael reluctantly ate the rest of the fish.

“Good boy,” Slash said. “I can’t wait until you’re writhin' under me. I’ve been so patient, but I can’t wait anymore. The thought of it turns me on.”

Raphael’s already cold blood ran even colder if that was possible and he forced himself not to tremble. He knew what was going to happen.

Slash is gonna have his way with me, whether I want it or not and he'll be brutal. Leo, find me. I need ya. Please, Leo!

"I'll be back now, Raphael," Slash said and left the room.

Slash returned with a muzzle a few minutes later and said, “I know you’ll try to bite me, so I have to use this.”
Raphael looked at the muzzle and said, “Yer sick, Slash. I'll kill ya when I escape if ya do it. I'll spare yer life if ya lemme go, cuz of the affection I once had for ya.”
Slash laughed scornfully. “Escape? You’ll never escape, Raphael.” He slipped the leather muzzle over Raphael's beak, pushed it under his jaw until it couldn't move any more, wrapped four straps around his head and fastened the buckles. "Much better. You can't talk either. Pets don't, so that's perfect," Slash said and chuckled. "All you need to do is listen to your Master."

Raphael tried to be brave and to glare at him, but his bravado was fading. He was about to be violated and there was nothing he could do.

"Please, Slash. I don' want this." Raphael begged, his voice muffled by the muzzle.
“I know you like things rough. I’ve seen the way you handled yourself when you thought no one was watchin' you. I was and I saw everythin', so I know what you like. You thought I was an oblivious little pet, but I wasn’t. I saw it all. You like pain, Raphael, and I’m gonna give you what you want.” He picked up a whip near him and said, “You like pain. I’ve seen you flog yourself, Raphael. You like BDSM. You read up for hours on it and told me you wished you could find someone who felt the same way as you and who also likes pain and BDSM. Does Leonardo meet your needs? I doubt he does, but I will. I'll give you ALL that you want.”

A flushing Raphael remembered hitting himself over and over and moaning from the pleasure. The pain turned him on, made him feel alive and it was true.

I do want a partner who feels the same way I do and who is open ta tryin' BDSM. I wanted ta ask Leo if he'd consider BDSM, but I doubt I'll eva get a chance now. I'm Slash's and he'll neva lemme go.

The larger turtle beat Raphael all over his body and caused many welts and lacerations.

Raphael groaned through his muzzle and felt a mixture of pain, pleasure and shame.

“Good little pet,” Slash praised as he hit him. “You like that, bein' tied up and bein' helpless. I know you have a secret desire to be dominated. You told me. You act like an Alpha male, but deep down you wanna be rutted, fucked, dominated and told what to do. You crave that, Raphael. You need that and you WILL get that from me. I'm your Master. You're my toy, slave, my pet. You'll submit. Perhaps I won't go after Leonardo and kill him, like I want to if you do."

To Raphael's horror, his shell felt tight at Slash's words.

I've always wanted ta be dominated, but by Leo, not him. I love Leo. I don' want this.

“Drop down for me, Raphael,” Slash ordered. “Now!” Raphael summoned up courage and shook his head. “You will do so now!"

Raphael pressed his tail firmly against himself and stared defiantly at Slash. Golden eyes met Slash’s cold brown ones.

The larger turtle roared and hit Raphael's plastron, which made him flinch.

Raphael would have doubled over from the blow if he could have, but instead intense pain hit him and he grimaced behind the muzzle.

“You fuckin' insolent little shit, Raphael. Drop down!" Slash roared.

Raphael shook his head again and tried not to quiver. He could see that Slash was about to erupt into a violent rage. He’d witnessed it many times before and had been on the receiving end. He'd barely escaped with his life the last time Slash had kidnapped him and it'd taken months for him to recover from the abuse.

“You'll learn to obey, Raphael," Slash hissed and pummeled Raphael as hard as he could all over his body. Then looking at the battered and bruised smaller turtle who’d fallen unconscious, he snapped, "You will submit, Raphael. Sleep. I’ll be back later and I’ll take what’s mine!”

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Don carried Leo into the lair, went to his bedroom and bound Leo with the bedsheets to the bed. Then he went into the kitchen and prepared a meal he knew Leo would love. He was going all out. He wasn’t a great cook, but he could follow a recipe.

Don sliced vegetables, placed them in the wok and grinned as he thought about Leo. Romance is in the air.

He stirred the vegetables and got the salmon and rice going.

Then when everything was ready, Don dished it up onto a plate, placed it on a large tray with a tall glass of water and ice and headed to Leo’s bedroom.

XXXX

Meanwhile, Leo had woken up and was studying his environment.

What the heck? How'd I get here? I was fighting the Rat King and Slash when I passed out. Now I'm here. Where are my brothers?  Are they okay? Have the villains killed them? Has Slash made me prisoner in my bedroom?  Leo shuddered at the thought. I have to get out of here before...

Don entered the bedroom and said, "You’re awake. About time. How are you feeling, Leo?”
“Don, why am I like this? Where are Raph and Mikey?”
“Gone,” Don said and chuckled evilly. “Just you and me now, like it should be.”
“Huh? I don’t understand.”
“Let me explain,” Don said and set the tray down on the desk. “I’ve wanted you for a very, very long time, Leo. Ever since I was ten. You’re beautiful: the way your muscles ripple, your strong, toned legs, your gorgeous sapphire eyes, your alluring, deep voice and that ass of yours. Wow. Everything screams 'Fuck me' and that’s what I want to do. You turn me on and make me wet. I’ve had so many sordid dreams about you and it’s time to make them a reality.”
“But, Don,” Leo said in horror. “I don’t feel the same way and I’m with...”
“Not anymore. I drugged your sandwiches and Slash and the Rat King took Mikey and Raph away when you guys passed out. They’re probably dead, because I’m sure the bad guys got carried away with their… Shall I call it examining your mates’ most intimate areas? Or should I be blunt and call it fucking? They're fucked either way. Did you know that rupturing the anal wall can cause death? Don't look at me that way, Leo. I don’t intend on rupturing your anus. I’ll be tender, but it WILL happen, whether you want to or not.”
“You’re insane!”
“No. I’m perfectly sane, Leo, and I know what I want. You. I’ve made dinner. Your favorite. Salmon, vegetables and rice.”
“FUCK YOU!” Leo spat in Don’s face. “I’ll never consent to anything. I love Raph…and Mikey.”
“Too bad," Don said as he wiped the spit off his face with a cloth. “We will do this, but you must first have the dinner I so lovingly prepared.”
“Don, please,” a tearful Leo begged. “I don’t want this. It’s not too late. Stop.”
“I don’t want to stop. I’ve wanted this for so long and it’s happening now. Eat your dinner,” Don said and picked up the plate of food. He dipped a spoon into it and held it to Leo's mouth. “No.”

Don pinched Leo’s nose, which made him open his mouth and gasp for air. Then he shoved the spoon into Leo's mouth.

Leo spat out the food and glared at him.

“Fucking ungrateful jerk,” a furious Don yelled and tossed the plate of food at the wall. The plate smashed into smithereens and its contents covered the wall and the floor.
"I'll never want you," Leo hissed.
Don smacked Leo's face hard twice and said irately, “You will listen, Leo. You’re mine. Do you understand?”
Sporting a split lip, which oozed blood and a bruised eye, a wincing Leo said, “You won't have my love, no matter what you do, Don.”
“I will. You'll soon love me. No one else, but me! Your mates are gone and you only have me.”
“You won’t get away with this. Dad will come home and then what will you do?”
“I’ve thought about that and I have special plans. If it means killing Dad, so that I can keep you, then so be it.”
“You’ve lost your mind. What happened to you? I don’t know you this way.”
“Get used to it. This is me.”
“Is this why you broke up with Raph? Because you wanted me?”
“Yes, but also because he was too rough. I like it gentle and slow and he fucking hurt me.”
“How ironic,” Leo said sarcastically. “You don’t like it rough, but you want to hurt me?”
Don shrugged and said, “It’ll only hurt momentarily. Then you’ll feel amazing. I’m gonna make you feel so good that you’ll thank me.”
“You’re a prime example of what obsession can do to someone. You’re insane!”
“I’m not obsessed,” Don snapped. “I really love you, Leo. More than they do. I can give you things they can’t. You’re too good for them, but perfect for me. We’ll be happy together.”

Don kneed Leo’s legs apart and stroked his slit.

“S-stop,” Leo stammered. “I don’t want this, Don. No. No.”
“You talk too much!” Don took off his bandana, shoved it into his mouth and tied a firm knot behind his head. “Better. Glare all you like, Leo, but your ass is mine.”

Don resumed his caressing of Leo’s slit until his semi-erect and precum leaking cock dropped down. He ran a hand over it and watched it twitch. “Little Leo wants to play, huh? Maybe later, but Daddy Don wants to play first.”

Leo’s eyes widened in panic as Don stroked his own slit. His cock, which was slick with precum soon dropped into his waiting hand.

Don grinned and said, “I’m coming in.”

Leo screamed through his gag as Don lined his cock up at Leo’s entrance, thrust into him without any lube and aimed for his sweet spot. Leo whimpered at the intrusion and the stabbing pain that followed and bit hard on the gag.

Tears sprang to Leo's eyes and then ran down his cheeks. Make him stop!

Don pulled out, thrust in again and soon formed a rhythm that made Leo churr as waves of pleasure coursed through him.

"Fuck!" Don grunted. “Fuck! You’re so tight, Leo. I love it. Love you so much. Yes! Yes!”

A frightened Leo went over the edge as Don pounded away.

A muffled churr escaped Leo's lips to his horror and he thought about Raphael. I want you, Raph. Find me and save me from this hell.

Don pulled out when he'd finished and said with a grin, “You were better than Raph, Leo. He refused to bottom. Macho pride and all that. I bet he has none of that left and is now a submissive little pet. That is if Slash didn’t rip him in two. Hehe. I’d have paid to see that. I’m getting a drink. I’ll be back now.”

Don left the room.

A sobbing Leo thought about the horrific situation he was in. Please let this just be a nightmare and I'll be in Raph's arms and safe when I wake up. Don's frigging crazy. How could none of us see this coming? Why didn't I see the warning signs? I knew he liked me, but... Dad, come home. I need you.

XXXX

Splinter was meditating at his retreat when he felt the connection with Leo on the astral plane. They’d always been able to connect through their meditating.

“My son,” Splinter said.
“Dad, come home,” Leo said. “I need you.”
“What is wrong, my son?”
“Don’s gone crazy and is keeping me as his prisoner. Dad, please. I don’t want this. I’m scared.”
“I will be home soon, my son. Stay strong and know I love you.”

Splinter packed his few things into bags and headed home as quickly as he could.

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Mikey woke up and found he was collared and chained to a wall with his hands high above his head.

What the heck's going on? Where am I? I remember passing out and then... Where are my bros? Are they okay? Please let them be. I'd die if anything happened to them, especially Leo. I love him so much.

“Hello. Is anyone here?” Mikey called.
“Good evening, Michelangelo,” the Rat King said, approaching him. “I’ve been waiting for you to wake up.”
“Evening? What?”
"Yes. Time flies when you’re having fun, eh?” the Rat King said and chuckled. “It’s eight p.m. You’ve been asleep for five hours.”
"Where are my bros? I'll kill you If you’ve done anything to them, dude,” Mikey snarled.

The laid-back turtle wasn't aggressive by nature, but he could be just as aggressive as his brothers if anyone threatened his family.

“Donatello offered you to me and all I care about is our time together, Michelangelo." The Rat King said. He lifted Mikey’s chin and planted a smacker on his lips.
"Yuck!" Mikey said and wrinkled his nose in revulsion. "Gross, dude. You smell like rancid food.”
"Gourmet food's sadly a rarity in the sewers. I make do with what I get.”
"What do you mean Don offered me to you?”
"He said I could have you and I will. All of you,” the Rat King purred as he ran his hands down Mikey’s plastron and inhaled his musky scent. “You smell glorious, Michelangelo, and you'll smell even more delicious when our smells and fluids mix.”
"You're wacko, dude, and I’ll never consent to sleeping with you. Why would Don give me to you? I don’t understand.”
"Because he wants Leonardo and it’s the only way he can with you out of the way. We'll be very happy together. I won’t maltreat you, like Slash will do to Raphael. He told me when we were plotting to eradicate you what his very special plans for Raphael were. Hehe. I loved them and want to do the same things. Do you like pain, Michelangelo?"
"No, you sick dude. Let me go!”
"I can’t do that, Michelangelo,” the Rat King said and rubbed Mikey’s slit.

Mikey tried to ignore the heat that was flooding his groin from the stroking. Don't drop down, Mikey. You don't want this. Resist it.

The Rat King rubbed faster and despite not wanting to, Mikey dropped down into his hands.

“You’re a nice size,” the Rat King said approvingly. “Are you as big as Raphael?”
“Why do you want to know, dude? Have you got a crush on him?” Mikey asked.
“Just curious. I've always wanted you, Michelangelo. Are you hungry? I could make you dinner.”
“Get bent!”

The Rat King licked Mikey’s cock, took it in his mouth and deep-throated him.

Mikey's breath hitched and he churred as waves of pleasure hit him. He hadn’t had a blowjob since Raphael had joined the relationship two months earlier, because Raphael took up virtually all of Leo's time.

Mikey had missed a blowjob immensely.

Damn. That's kinda nice. No. I have to fight it.

“Stop!” Mikey said.

The Rat King ignored him and continued sucking.

Mikey churred again when another orgasm hit him and he shot his seed down the Rat King’s throat.

The Rat King eagerly swallowed and released Mikey’s cock.

"“Like that, my beautiful turtle?” the Rat King asked.
“Fuck off,” Mikey said breathlessly.
“Hah. I knew you would, Michelangelo. I’ll take very good care of you. I promise. I’m going to look for some food. I’ll be back in a bit, my sweet love," the Rat King said and left the room.

Mikey looked around for anything he could use to free himself, but not finding anything, his eyes filled with tears. I'm trapped like a rat by a rat. Shit. I get it. Don wanted Leo, so he ensured I was drugged to get me out of the way. Offering me to the Rat King, one of our sworn enemies, is unforgiveable. Did Don give Raph to Slash? How could he do that to us, his brothers, and betray us? I hope Raph's okay. What about Leo? Is he all right? I have to get free. There's gotta be a way.

Mikey remembered that he had a knife in his ankle wrap and was about to raise his left leg, when the Rat King returned.

"I'm back and have supper," the Rat King said and showed Mikey a large container.
“Gross. That stuff’s ripe,” Mikey complained. “Is it limburger?”
“Yes. My favorite. Open up, my green lover.”
“I’m not hungry!”
“You need to eat, Michelangelo, and you will.”

Mikey didn't want the food, but he knew he needed strength to fight, so he decided he'd accept what he was given.

"Okay. I’ll eat it,” Mikey said and opened his mouth. The Rat King opened the container and shoved cheese into Mikey’s mouth. Mikey chewed and swallowed until all of the cheese was gone. “Now what?” Mikey asked.
“Now for dessert,” the Rat King said and winked.
“I’m full!”
“Yes, but I’m not. I want you, Michelangelo, and judging from the screams I heard several tunnels down, Slash wants Raphael. It sounded like Raphael was being taught a lesson. Slash has magnificent toys. I’m sure he’s using them. I’d love to see your hotheaded brother cowed, tamed and whimpering like a kicked dog. You’re lucky you got me. I’m going to love you, pet you and treat you like you deserve.”
“I’ll never love you, dude,” Mikey hissed.
“That’s okay. I have enough love for both of us.”

A petrified Mikey shut his eyes. Please don't let this happen. I don't want this. I want to be home with Leo and even Raph. I'll even be nicer to Raph. Just... His thoughts were interrupted by a sharp thrust in his rear. He's violating me and there's nothing I can do. It hurts!

The Rat King smirked and said, “Relax. It’s going to be fun.”

He settled himself into a steady rhythm, thrust in and out and repeatedly stabbed Mikey’s prostate.

The young turtle churred and orgasmed as tears streamed down his cheeks.

The Rat King grunted and said, "You're so fucking awesome. This is sooo... Fuck! I’m going to cum! Nggh!”

He roared when he climaxed, deposited his seed deep into Mikey and said, “That was wonderful, Michelangelo. Did you have fun?” Getting no reply, he chuckled, pulled out and said, “Slash has many toys. Maybe I’ll borrow some. What do you think, Michelangelo? Whips and chains or maybe a leather belt? Traumatized, Mikey kept his eyes closed and didn’t answer. “Raphael’s ass is going to be widened, Michelangelo. I’ll do the same thing to you. It'll make taking in my nine-inch dick much, much easier. Get some sleep. I’m going to visit Slash. I’ll give your regards to Raphael," the Rat King said with a chuckle and left the room.

Mikey sobbed bitterly and freely now that the Rat King had left the room and he came to a heartrending realization. Now I really know what hell is. Me and Raph are trapped forever and the only escape is death. Our deaths.

Chapter Text

The Rat King entered Slash’s domain and found him sitting on his bed and 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 individually of ruling the city, but together, with my cunning and know-how and your brutal strength, we could rule the city.”
“You have a point,” Slash said as he thoughtfully rubbed his chin. “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 and a gorgeous boy.”
“All right, but I'll kill you if you double-cross me.”
“So will I. Let’s shake on it.” The villains shook hands. "Do I get to play with Raphael now?”
“Yes. We’re both gonna fuck his brains out and make him beg for mercy, but I go first.”
“Of course.”

Slash walked up to Raphael and slapped his face hard.

The poor turtle woke, snapped open his eyes and fearfully looked around him. His eyes landed on the villains.

Raphael stammered through the muzzle, ”T-two of ya?”
“That’s right,” Slash said as he cupped his cheek. “We’re gonna play a game called Fuck Raphael and make him scream. You’ll love it.”
“I wanna go home. Please, Slash. I don' want this,” Raphael begged.
“Too bad.”
“Rat King, open that box.”

The Rat King opened the box that Slash indicated.

Slash withdrew a large object from it.

“What’s that?” Raphael asked fearfully.
“Something I love,” Slash said as he spread Raphael’s legs apart with the spreader bar. “Lovely. Your legs are far apart for me now, which gives me better access to your cock. Do you like it, Raphael?”
“N-no. I wanna go home.”
“I guarantee you’ll be tamed and callin' 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 expectin' you until next week.
“Yes,” the giant alligator said. “I decided to come earlier. Is that okay? Well, what have we here? By gumbo, it’s one of them Turtles who is trussed up and ready for cooking. And you’re here, Rat King. It's good to see you.”
“No, my friend. We’re not eatin' him. We’re gonna fuck him.”

“It's good to see you too,” the Rat King said. “Slash and I are friends now. We were about to have fun with young Raphael, Leatherhead.”
“The irksome turtle who told me he had shoes made from my mother!” Leatherhead roared. “By gumbo, hurting this creature will be a pleasure!”

Raphael stared at the villains fearfully and then closed his eyes. Shit! No. I'm doomed! They're all gonna fuck me and there's nothin' I can do. I don' want this. I 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?”
“Somethin' fun.” Slash rubbed Raphael’s slit and watched him stubbornly resist dropping down. “Drop down, Raphael, or I’ll cut off your cock,” Slash shouted.

Raphael reluctantly dropped down with a loud churr, which made Leatherhead and the Rat King laugh.

“He loves it,” the Rat King said and snickered. “Look at him. Is that his cock? Ugly thing, isn’t it?"
“Mine's better looking,” Leatherhead said. “I can’t wait to ram it into his hole!”

Raphael shed tears and could only watch as Slash shoved two fingers inside him and prepped him for the large dildo.

Slash pushed in the large dildo when he was satisfied that Raphael was ready. He watched Raphael's face turn from a surprised and pained expression as the dildo entered his core, spread out, filled him and stretched him wide, to one of bliss when the dildo vibrated and hit his prostate.

Raphael shut his eyes and churred as waves of pleasure coursed through him, which made the villains chuckle again and Raphael be disgusted with himself.

I didn't want that, but it feels so fuckin' good.

Slash pulled the dildo out a few minutes later and replaced it with his huge 12-inch cock.

Raphael screamed as Slash thrust in and out. It feels like it's splittin' me in two. Fuck. I ain't a virgin, but he's so damn rough. Fuck!

“Stop,” Raphael pleaded as tears trickled down his face. “It hurts and feels like yer rippin’ me in two!”

Slash ignored his desperate pleas and continued pounding away.

“Yes!” Slash roared. “Yes! You’re so tight, Raphael. So perfect. Mine, mine for all of eternity!”

Raphael saw stars when Slash found his prostate. He let out a loud churr that vibrated off the walls, which made a delighted Slash go even faster and thrust more brutally.

Enjoying his “lovemaking”, Slash bit down hard on Raphael’s shoulder and sucked it, which left a large bloody mark.

Raphael whimpered. I wish he'd stop. I don' want this. My body screams yes, but my mind don' want this. Fuck! Stop. I want Leo. I wanna go home, please.

Raphael came a few minutes later and splattered his cum across his plastron.

The evil turtle climaxed a few minutes later with a growl and emptied his seed into the smaller turtle.

A sobbing Raphael glanced down at the blood between his legs. Slash had been extremely violent. Raphael wondered if the huge turtle had ruptured anything inside 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 and chortled as he stared at a weeping Raphael. “He’s probably too sore to move. I'll remove his muzzle for the blowjob.”

Slash removed Raphael's muzzle.

Leatherhead cut Raphael down and held him tightly. Then the Rat King plunged his massive cock inside the helpless turtle. He enjoyed the shrieks Raphael emitted. He came with a grunt a few minutes later and filled Raphael with his essence.

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 and Leatherhead lined his up with Raphael’s entrance.

The poor turtle sucked obediently as Leatherhead's rod thrust into him. Pain was soon replaced by the familiar sensation of pleasure, but it didn’t last long.

Leatherhead was crueler than Slash and the Rat King and his thrusts were more vicious, which made Raphael bite down on hard on the Rat King’s cock as pain radiated through him. The furious villain withdrew his cock and smacked Raphael's face hard.

“You flaming dumb reptile. That hurt!” the Rat King yelled.
“He’s hurtin’ me,” Raphael whimpered. “Please stop him before he tears somethin'."

“I’m going to cum!” Leatherhead announced. He came seconds later and filled Raphael with his crocodile seed. “By gumbo, that was just what the doctor ordered,” he said as he pulled 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 and covered his face with his hands as 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, which made him crash against the wall and then land on his carapace a few yards away. A terrified Raphael mewled and cringed as Slash approached him. “I’m your Master, Raphael,” Slash growled. “You'll obey me and you will answer when I talk to you. Do you understand?” Raphael cried again. 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. I'm too sore.”

Slash went to Raphael and sat on his plastron, which made him gasp. Slash was by no means a lightweight at three hundred pounds. He positioned his cock by Raphael’s mouth.

“Suck, Raphael,” Slash ordered. “Make your master happy.” The smaller turtle obeyed and soon torrents of cum slid down his throat, which nearly caused him to gag. “Swallow, Raphael!” Slash shouted.

Raphael obeyed, knowing he was in for more abuse if he didn't.

Slash said when he'd finished, "Day one of Tamin' Raphael’s been a complete success. I own him and to make it complete, so that my little turtle dove really knows his place, it’s time to restrain him. Help me carry little Raphael, Leatherhead.”

Raphael was five foot two and much smaller than the six foot six Slash and Leatherhead, but he could easily have defeated them if he wasn't battered and in tremendous agony, because he was a better warrior and an excellent ninja.

Slash placed a hood over Raphael's head, zipped it up and said, "It has a hole, so you can breathe, Raphael. There's no need to panic."

The villains then placed Raphael into a suspended leather sleepsack and zipped it up so that he was tightly confined.

“This is called a sleepsack, Raphael,” Slash said. “You’re confined and helpless. The way I love you, my adorable little rose. There are zippers that’ll allow me to have fun with you later. Maybe CBT, huh? 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, huh? You'll be a pussy cat without your testosterone and will only think about my needs. Hmm."

Slash swung the sleepsack up and down and from side to side, which created the effect of being on a bobbing boat.

A bawling Raphael thought about his mate and how much he missed him. I wanna go home. I hate this. Leo, I miss ya. This is fuckin' strange and awful and I don' want this. I gotta piss. Shit. His cheeks flamed and more tears ran down his face as he peed and the acrid smell filled 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 lemme out,” Raphael whined. “I’ll do whateva ya want. I won’t run away. I’ll be yer good boy. Please.”
“No.”

“No,” Slash said. “Relax and breathe, Raphael. Don’t panic. I don’t want a dead turtle when I return. Rat King, you said I could play with Michelangelo. How about now?”
“Sure thing. 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.

A smelly, broken, tamed and humbled Raphael knew he was no longer the macho and strong turtle he'd prided himself on being and he no longer cared if he lived. Death would be preferable to this nightmare. Let them kill me. I can't handle no more.

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Splinter was on the way home and was half an hour away from the lair, when he was apprehended by six muscular men, who given their body postures and their menacing expressions, were clearly spoiling for a fight.

“We’ve been looking for you, rodent,” a stocky blond man said. “You’re exactly what we want.”

Splinter wielded his walking stick and leapt at the man, but he was weak from his recent bout of flu and he was no longer as fit as he'd been when he was young, so the thug was easily able to avoid his blows and to sweep his feet out from underneath him, which sent him crashing to the ground.

Another goon had hogtied and muzzled Splinter before he could stand. The man slung Splinter over his shoulder and they all left.

The goon dumped Splinter in the back of a van and the party headed to the blond man’s home.

Splinter had never seen the men before and he wondered why they wanted him. Where are they taking me? What do they want with me? I have to be strong. I will find a way of escaping. 

XXXX

The villains arrived at their destination sometime later and retrieved Splinter from the back of the van. They took him inside the house and to the basement, which looked like a large laboratory with test tubes, tables and tons of cages that were big enough for a human and in this case, a huge rat to stand in.

Keeping Splinter tied up, the blond man injected him with a tranquilizer, untied him, tossed him into a cage and locked it.

Splinter fell to the ground and tried to stand up, but the tranquilizer took effect and he passed out.

The blond man watched approvingly and said, “Great work, guys. We can begin the experiment when he wakes up. Let’s get some lunch. The subject should be awake by the time we’re finished.”

The other occupant in Splinter’s cage watched the newcomer and was fearful, because a mate for her had been found. I don't want him. I want to go home. I don't like being a rat. I miss my friends and my family so much. Tears rolled down her furry cheeks and her body was wracked with sobs as she thought about what would happen next. Breeding and bonding to someone she didn’t want. More experiments. Definitely more experiments. They never stopped. The rat girl crumpled to the floor and covered her face with her hands as she wept. I want my old life back and I want to go home.

Two hours later, Splinter sat up groggily and rubbed his eyes. Taking in his new surroundings, his eyes landed on the girl.

She caught him staring, immediately shrank back against the wall and prayed he wouldn’t come closer.

Splinter removed his muzzle and said gently, “Do not be afraid, young one. I mean no harm. My name is Splinter. I sense you were also captured. What is your name?”
Splinter’s gentle tone reassured the girl and she said, “My name’s Alicia and you're right. I was kidnapped from my university. What day is it?”
“June twenty-sixth, twenty-fifteen.”
“Then I’ve been here five years,” Alicia said despondently. “I was on the way home from my finals when I was kidnapped. I was twenty-three. Oh, hell. Five years. They've been looking for a mate for me that long."
“Who did? Oh. I get it. Those scientists. That is why they kidnapped me. They want us to mate, but how did they know where to find me?”
“I heard the blond man, Sergei, tell one of his men, Yuri, that he’d heard that a massive rat roamed the sewers. They went looking for the rat every day, but never found him. Now they have and I’m doomed. I’m going to have to have babies and I don’t want them. I’ve never wanted babies, least of all rat babies. I’m going to be sick!”
“We will find a way out of here, Alicia,” Splinter said, laying a hand on her shoulder. “You have to have faith.”
“I’VE BEEN IN THIS SHITHOLE FOR FIVE FUCKING YEARS AND YOU WANT ME TO HAVE FAITH? FUCK YOU, OLD MAN! I DON’T HAVE FAITH! YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THEY’VE DONE TO ME AND WHAT THEY’RE GOING TO DO NOW!”

“I see you’ve met your mate,” Sergei said as he entered the room with his goons. “Isn’t she a beauty? I knew she was perfect for the experiment when I saw her. What’s it been? Four years?”
“Five,” Alicia said miserably.
“I was close. You have your mate. He’s rather good-looking for a rat. You’ll make gorgeous babies. Shall we get started or shall I say you get started?”

“I will not do this,” Splinter said. “I refuse and you cannot make us.”
“I can,” Sergei said coldly. “See, I know all about your sons, those Turtles. Hmm. What are their names? That’s right,” Sergei said as he snapped his fingers. “Leonardo, Donatello, Raphael and Michelangelo.”
“You leave my sons alone!” Splinter hissed, standing up and gripping the bars. “They are innocents. Just kids.”
“My men will stop searching the sewers for them if you do as I say. If you don't, I'll never rest until I've found them. Judging by what I’ve heard, Raphael’s the best looking specimen with his emerald skin, golden eyes, rippling muscles and toned legs. I’d love to have him writhe underneath me as I ram my rod into his tight ass. Thinking about it makes me hard. I'd use him for my experiments and I'd make him a quadruple amputee, so that all he could do is lie there while I screw him. I saw that in a movie. It looked cool. Make your choice, old man. Fuck that bitch or I’ll go after your precious sons. Their lives, especially Raphael’s, depends on it.”

Splinter shuddered at the thought of his adored sons being in the hands of the Russian monster. He took a deep breath and said, "Forgive me, my dear Alicia, but I have no choice.”
“No!” Alicia screamed when Splinter advanced. “I don’t want to.”
“Please do this. He will go after my sons if you do not. I promise I will be gentle. I am begging you, Alicia. My sons are everything to me.”
“No!”

“Good decision,” Sergei said. “I’m staying until you’ve mated. Alicia, I know where your family stays. If you don't comply, I'll kill them. Got it, bitch?”

Trembling and terrified that Sergei would murder her family, Alicia lay down, spread her legs and fearfully looked up at Splinter.

Splinter gently kissed and stroked her as he lined his massive cock up with her vagina. Kissing her, he slowly entered her.

Alicia gasped at the sudden penetration and blinked back tears.

“Am I hurting you?” Splinter asked.
“No. I’m not a virgin, but you’re really huge. I’ve never been with anyone so big before!”
“I will be gentle and it will soon be over.”

Splinter thrust in further and pulled out. Then he thrust in and out and soon formed a rhythm that had him and Alicia groaning as pleasure surged through them, which culminated in Alicia’s orgasm. Splinter came shortly after and shot his essence deep into Alicia. Panting, Splinter pulled out and lay down.

"I am sorry," Splinter said. "I did not want it either, but I could not let anything happen to my sons.”

Alicia moved away from him and sat against the wall with her knees hunched up and covered her face as she sobbed.

“Great job, pets,” Sergei said. “You’ve done well. I have no doubt there’ll be babies very soon.”
“Are my sons safe?” Splinter asked.
“Of course not. I sent men to the sewers who are searching for them. Pray they don’t find them, old man. I can’t wait to have Raphael. I'll be brutal and break him.”
“YOU SICK MONSTER!” Splinter yelled. “You promised.”
“Promises are made to be broken. Get some sleep, old man. You’ll need it.”

Sergei left the room, leaving a distraught Splinter.

Splinter sat in the lotus position and tried to get in touch with Leo.

Not able to make contact on the astral plane, he broke down and sobbed bitterly.

My sons are in peril and there is absolutely nothing I can do.

Chapter Text

Mikey stared fearfully at Leatherhead, the Rat King and Slash and said, “I don’t want this. Let me go, please.”
“No,” Slash said as he spread Mikey’s legs wide. “We’re gonna fuck you like we did to Raphael. You should have heard him mewl. He's such a pitiful piece of shit. We own him and we’re gonna own you body and soul, Michelangelo. I’ll have a blast breaking you.”

A tearful Mikey squeezed his eyes shut and tried not to whimper when Slash thrust into him. Please let someone find me.

XXXX

Meanwhile, the Russians had been searching the sewers for the brothers. They entered a tunnel and hearing voices, looked at one another.

The ringleader, Andrei said, “It could be the Turtles. I want you to release the sleeping gas into that chamber over there. The voices come from there. If it's the Turtles, nab them. Got it?”
“Yes,” the other thugs said in unison.

They donned their gas masks and released the sleeping gas into the designated chamber.

XXXX

“I feel so weird,” the Rat King said and stifled a yawn as the sleeping gas seeped into the chamber.
“Me too,” Slash said as he pulled out of Mikey. He collapsed to the floor and his eyes closed.

“I must fight this,” Leatherhead said as he sank to his knees. “It must be sleeping gas. Not ti...” His words trailed off, as he also fell asleep.

“Sleeping gas,” Mikey said. He held his breath and tried not to breathe in the gas, but it was no use. The need for air was too great.

He opened his mouth, the gas affected him and he passed out.

XXXX

The Russians entered the chamber, untied Mikey and took him to Andrei.

“Great work," Andrei said. "You boys, put him and those others in the truck. The rest of you keep looking for the Turtles. I want all four of them before the night’s over.”

Mikey was loaded into a van. Two men sat with him with their guns ready in case he woke up and tried to escape.

XXXX

The other Russians, including Andrei, located Slash’s chamber, entered it and released the sleeping gas.

Raphael fell asleep as soon as the gas penetrated his sleepsack.

The Russians cut down the sleepsack and opened it.

“Two Turtles down," Andrei said. "Take him to the truck. The rest of you, follow me.”

Fifteen minutes later, Andrei and his men heard yelling in another tunnel.

“It could be the Turtles’ lair,” Andrei said. “Release the gas and let’s go inside.”

The men obeyed and entered the lair.

XXXX

They soon found Don and Leo, who’d immediately succumbed to the gas and took them to the van.

“Good work, guys,” Andrei said. “We have all four turtles and three interesting characters. The boss will be pleased."

XXXX

Andrei and his men arrived at Sergei’s pad sometime later. They unloaded their bounty and took them to Sergei.

“Excellent work, boys,” Sergei said as he ran his hands over a still passed out Raphael’s plastron. “The Turtles are exquisite, especially this one. Take him and the forest green turtle to my lab and strap them to stretchers. Take the rest to the cages in the basement, but far away from the rat. I don’t want them to communicate. Then help me in the lab.”
“Are we doing experiments?” Andrei asked as he gleefully rubbed his hands at the thought.
“Yes.”
“Torture?”
“After.”
“Amputation?”
“Yes. I’ll even let you perform some of it. Do as I ask.”

XXXX

Andrei took Leo and Raphael to the lab and strapped them to stretchers. Then he locked the others in cages in the basement and joined his boss in the lab.

XXXX

Sergei grinned at the still passed out Turtles, picked up his scalpel, sliced into Leo’s lower plastron, removed a portion of it and inspected his internal organs.

“This turtle appears to have female and male parts, Andrei,” Sergei said. “This is excellent for our purposes.”
“Yes, Boss. We’re guaranteed to be rich.”
“Let’s glue him back together and get a sample of his sperm when he’s awake. Clean up the blood.”

The piece of Leo's plastron was glued on and bandages were wrapped around his middle, which staunched the blood loss.

Raphael’s eyes fluttered open and he blinked in confusion as he studied his new surroundings. Where the hell am I?

Raphael saw the villains and growled, "Who the fuck are ya?”
“Hello, Raphael,” Sergei said. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, little one.”
Noticing Leo, Raphael yelled, “I’ll kill ya for hurtin’ him. Just ya wait!”
“I don’t think so. You’re as helpless as a little baby turtle. You and I both know that, so lie back and be a good little boy for me.”
“Fuck ya!" Raphael snapped and spat at Sergei. “I'll kill ya if ya come near me.”
Sergei sighed dramatically and said, “You are feisty, Raphael, but that’ll soon change when you know your place. I am your Master. You’re my little moneymaking breeding cow. Did I say cow? Do you get my meaning, Raphael? You and Leonardo are going to make me extremely wealthy. You’ll become parents in the process, even if it’s temporary. I bet you thought that’d never happen.”

Realization dawned on Raphael’s face as he got the meaning.

He's gonna make me a girl. I don' want that. Fuck.

"Touch me and I’ll…” Raphael began. His sentence trailed off, because Andrei muzzled him. He could only glare when Sergei injected him and he soon passed out.

Sergei sliced Raphael’s plastron open and implanted a uterus into him. He finished a while later and stitched and bandaged Raphael.

"That's it for now, Andrei," Sergei said. "We'll get our little cows gravid by injecting their sperm into each other, as well from the other Turtles and those interesting creatures when the uterus takes. A turtle hybrid crocodile would make us wealthy beyond our wildest dreams.”
“And their cocks?”
“Leave them for now, but I'll remove them if those cows give us trouble. Let’s eat dinner and let our cows sleep. That is what they will be called. Cows and assigned a number. The forest green turtle is cow number one and the emerald one is cow number two. The other Turtles and the creatures are mates one to five. The old rat is rat number one and the girl is rat number two.
“Got it.”
“Do not deviate from this. It is important that they only have the identity we assign them, so that they will be fully compliant and realize that they are our prisoners for life. They will soon settle down then and I have no doubt that the cows will be good mommies. I’m beat. Check on the cows in an hour or so. Remember what I said.” Sergei removed Raphael’s muzzle. “Yes, Boss.”
“I will also enjoy the cows and so will you and the others, but I won’t be sentimental if I'm a daddy. I’ll sell the kid. If you become a dad, don't become attached. The babies are for monetary purposes only. Do not get attached to the cows. They will use that and try to manipulate you into helping them escape. The cows are young. I estimate sixteen and fifteen, so they’re virile and will make many babies.”
“Got it, Boss.”
“Good. I’m going to bed.”

The men left the room, had a snack and then Sergei went to bed.

Andrei watched TV with his fellow goons and periodically checked on the cows.

XXXX

Raphael woke up three hours later and grimaced with pain. My plastron hurts. What the fuck did they do ta me? Did they make me a girl? The last thing I remember is bein' injected. 

A loud whimper interrupted Raphael’s thoughts and he glanced at his mate.

Leo's eyes were still closed.

“Leo,” Raphael whispered. “Leo.”
“Raph?” Leo said and opened his eyes. “How'd you get here? Where are we?"
"I dunno, Leo. Are ya okay?”
“My plastron hurts. Are you all right? I thought I’d never see you again.”
“Mine too. I’m okay. I thought the same thing. I know what happened. Don gave me ta Slash and Mikey ta the Rat King. Don kept ya, cuz he was obsessed with ya and I...I can’t believe yer here,” Raphael said and choked out a sob. “I ain’t dreamin’, am I?”
“No, Raphie. I’m here. Who has us now?”
“Some Russians. One knows my name, but I dunno who he is.”
“What do they want with us?”
“He said somethin' about a breedin’ cow. I think he’s turned me into a girl and he’s gonna make us have babies. I don' wanna become a girl and I don' wanna make babies.”
“I don’t either, Raph.”
“I’m scared. I tried ta be brave, but I’m scared.”
“Me too. Calm down. I’m here now. We have each other and we’re gonna escape. I promise.”
“I…”
“Look at me, Raph. Have I ever let you down?”
Raphael looked at him and shook his head. “No. We’ve been through shit before, but we always got out. I trust ya.”
“And we will now. Our love will help us get through this, Raphie, and anything those creeps do to us. Believe in us. I do.”
“I’ll try, Leo,” Raphael said and stifled a sob.
“Did they get the others?”
“I dunno, but I’ll try ta be strong. Knowin’ yer with me gives me strength.”
“Same here, Raphie. Don’t let them see you break down. They thrive on that. Get some rest. We’re gonna need it.”
“And painkillers,” Raphael said and winced. “It fuckin’ hurts. What if they made me a girl?”
“I’d love you, no matter what you were. Sleep. I love you so much.”
“I love ya too, Leo.”
“And eat the food if they offer it. We need our strength.”
“What if they separate us?”
“I don’t know, Raph, but remember what I’m telling you and stay strong if they do. We will get through this and we will go home again.”

Raphael's blood boiled as he thought about his genius brother. I'm gonna kill Don when I see him. Everythin' that's happened is his fuckin' fault. We shoulda neva given him anotha chance. He shut his eyes, tried to ignore another stab of pain and then fell asleep.

Chapter Text

Andrei checked on Raphael and Leo two hours later and saw that Raphael was awake and struggling to get free. Pain was etched on his face.

"Hello, cow two,” Andrei said. “Don’t bother. You won’t get free, because those binds are secure.”
“Fuck ya!" Raphael snapped and bared his teeth. “I ain’t no cow.”
“You are, little one. It won’t be long before you’re gravid,” Andrei said as he ran his hands down Raphael’s flat plastron.
Raphael growled, “Don' fuckin’ touch me!”
“I’ll do as I please, cow two. You have no rights.”
“My name’s Raphael. Just wait until I’m free. Ya'll be sorry ya were born.”
Andrei laughed scornfully and said, “Empty threats, because you'll never be free, cow two. This is your home. Get used to it.”

“Raphie,” Leo asked, waking up and grimacing as pain coursed through him. “What’s going on?”
“Ah, cow one,” Andrei said as he moved to Leo’s side and then patted his plastron. “How are you feeling?”

“Don' touch him!” Raphael shouted. “I’ll kill ya.”
Andrei calmly picked up a muzzle, placed it over a struggling Raphael’s face and secured it at the back with a padlock. “Better. I hate fussy and annoying creatures. Little mama, you'll learn to only talk when spoken to. You have no rights. You’re a breeding cow. And if you piss me off,” he added as he pinched Raphael’s tail, making him wince. “I'll cut off your cock, which will render you a eunuch. The same goes for you, cow one. Do you understand?”

“Don’t hurt him,” Leo said quickly. “I understand. He does too. He’s just concerned about me. You won’t try anything, will you, Raph? You’ll be calm and listen to our new…masters.” Leo looked at his mate beseechingly. Raphael was incensed, but he knew he had no choice but to listen to the psychotic man, otherwise he and Leo would be subjected to more torture. He nodded. “There you go,” Leo said. “He’ll listen and so will I. Please take his muzzle off.”
“You’d better not bite me, cow two,” Andrei said and removed the muzzle. “Are you cows hungry?”
“Starving.”
“I’ll be back with some grub soon. Don’t go anywhere,” Andrei said and laughed at his joke as the door banged shut behind him.

“Are you okay, Raphie?” Leo asked.
“Fine. Ya shoulda let me bite him.”
“What would that have achieved? He’d only have hurt us worse. All we can do is obey until we can figure out a way of escaping.”
“Ya think behavin’ will make them nicer ta us?” Raphael said scornfully. “They're sadists, Leo, and they ain’t gonna be nice ta us, no matter what we do.”
“You’re right, but if we behave, we have a greater chance of getting out of here alive. Think about that.”
“I suppose yer right,” Raphael said grudgingly. “But I don' like it. I wanna rip their throats out with my bare hands. I can handle pain, but seein’ what they did ta ya pisses me off. No one messes with my mate and lives!”

Andrei returned before Leo could answer. He was flanked by two stocky men wielding tasers. Andrei carried a tray on which were bowls of fruit, raw vegetables and two glasses of water.

“Your food,” Andrei said as he set the tray down on the desk. “Untie them, but watch out for that emerald skinned freak. He’s vicious.”

The men untied the Turtles and kept their tasers pointed at them. Then they left the room and slammed and locked the door behind them.

“That looks like shit, Leo,” Raphael said as he eyed the food. “Fruit and vegetables. Seriously? We ain’t vegetarians. This is rabbit food and I ain’t no rabbit.”
“I know,” Leo said. He picked up an apple, took a bite and said, "But we have to eat whatever they give us, Raphie. We need our strength.”
Raphael reluctantly ate a mango and licked his fingers clean of the juice. “Leo, think fast of a way of escapin'. I’m beggin’ ya, cuz I can't play Mr. Nice Turtle much longer. It took all of my self-control not ta hit them.”
“I saw you were holding back. I’m proud of you. I’m thinking...”
“Can ya contact Sensei on the astral plane? Try. Maybe ya can tell him where we are and he’ll rescue us.”

Leo sat on the floor in the lotus position and tried to reach Splinter, but to his consternation, he couldn't make contact.

"No luck, Raph," Leo said. "I’m sorry. I’ll try again later.”
“What if he was also caught? Splinter's usually found us by now and ya always make contact with him on the astral plane. Maybe he ignored ya, cuz it was too hard for him ta talk or maybe he's dead." Raphael's lower lip quivered at the thought.
“I hadn’t thought of that.”
“It makes sense, don' it, which means we’re screwed? No one's gonna find us, Leo. Not Casey. Not April. No one,” Raphael said and tried not to cry.
Leo hugged him and said, “We’ll get out of here, Raphie. I'll think of a way. I promise.”

The door opened and Andrei and two men wielding tasers entered the room.

“I’m taking you to your new home, cows,” Andrei said. “Follow me.”

XXXX

The Turtles dutifully followed Andrei and the men to a large cage. Then they were shoved into it.

“Can we have a painkiller?” Leo asked. “It hurts.”
“No,” Andrei said. “I’ll be back with your cellmate now.”

Raphael and Leo gazed around the sparse cage, which smelled like urine and which had straw and two bowls. One contained pellets and the other water.

Leo wrinkled his beak in disgust. It smells worse than home. How I miss home and I miss Sensei.

“We ain’t animals,” Raphael growled. “I wanna kick their asses, Leo. How dare they fuckin’ treat us this way!”
Leo placed a hand on his shoulder and said, “Easy, Raph. I’m mad too, but getting mad's pointless. We have to find a way of escaping."
“Killin’ them would work.”
“There are many of them and we have no weapons. It's impossible. Think. What would Sensei do?”
“I dunno, Splinter Junior. Yer so far up his ass that ya should have the answer," Raphael snapped.

Approaching footsteps interrupted the conversation.

Leo and Raphael gasped in shock when they saw a terrified Don being carried and pushed into the cage.

Upon his arrival, Don had fought the men when he’d woken up and had then been subjected to a severe beating. Mikey had reacted the same way and he was unconscious in another cage.

The door was locked behind Don and he found himself face-to-face with his brothers.

“Have fun, cows,” Andrei mocked and walked away.

“Donatello,” Raphael snarled and bared his teeth. “Just the turtle I wanna see. I’ve waited a long time for this!”
Don’s face paled when he saw the larger turtle and he said, “Raph, I can explain. I never meant…”

Raphael lunged at him before Leo could stop him and rained blows on him whilst pinning him to the ground with his hands behind his back.

Leo tried to drag Raphael off Don, but he was too strong and easily shrugged Leo off.

Raphael bit Don hard and sank his teeth into the side of Don’s neck, which made him scream.

Don's shrieks alerted Andrei, who came running with his men.

They opened the cage and dragged a still furious Raphael off Don. He'd been about to bite Don’s carotid artery, which would have ended his life.

Don gasped for breath and said, "He attacked me. Shit. He’s vicious. A beast. Insane.”
Raphael's teeth dripped blood and he hissed, “Ya care ta enlighten them why I attacked ya, Donatello? Tell them!”

“It doesn’t matter why,” Andrei yelled as he backhanded Raphael across his face. “You don’t fight. I brought him here to mate with you, not fight. Now I’ll have to separate you and you’ll have to be punished. Take him away!”
“Raph!” Leo shouted. “He was mad, because of what Donatello did. Raph’s not vicious. Please don’t take him away.” Leo dropped to his knees and added, "Please don’t take him away, Master.”
Andrei said coldly, “Take this creature to the laboratory.”

“I love ya, Leo,” Raphael yelled as he was led away. “I'll always love ya.”
“I love you too, Raph. Be strong. Don’t break down,” Leo said, trying not to cry. “Hold on, Raphie. We will get out of here.”

“I’m sorry, Leo,” Don said. “I never meant for any of this to happen. I just wanted you to love me.”
“FUCK OFF!" Leo screamed as he slapped him. “It’s your fault we’re in this fucking mess, Donatello. I'll kill you if anything happens to Raph. That’s a promise."

Leo turned his shell on Don and thought about his emerald skinned mate as tears streamed down his cheeks. Please let Raph be okay. I can't lose him. I love him so much. Raphie, hold on. I will think of a way to escape.

Chapter Text

Raphael was dragged to the laboratory and strapped to a stretcher.

"What are ya gonna do ta me?" Raphael demanded as he glared at Andrei.
“Surgery,” Andrei said as he stroked Raphael’s plastron, making him tense. “You’ve misbehaved, so you’ll have to pay or someone close to you will have to.”
“Don' ya touch Leo. Ya wanna hurt someone, ya can hurt me. Leo…”

Sergei entered the room and said, “So, this is the naughty cow you mentioned, Andrei.”
“Yes, Boss.”
“She’s pretty. Has the uterus worked?”
“It should. We’ll know in a few days' time. Did you want ovaries implanted?”

“Hey. I’m right here,” Raphael snapped. “I ain’t a she or yer cash cow, ya buffoons. Yer gonna be sorry ya messed with me when I get...”

Andrei’s eyes blazed and he hit Raphael hard in his larynx.

Raphael’s eyes widened, shock and hurt flashed on his face and his mouth opened. He tried to speak, but found he was unable. All he could do was stare at his Master as unwanted tears streamed down his cheeks.

“You've been rendered voiceless, cow two," Sergei said. "Forever. There's nothing worse than an irritating and talkative slave. I’ll be disappointed that I can’t hear you scream for mercy when I fuck you, but it’s better than listening to that grating lower class accent. Hand me the scalpel, Andrei.”
“Are you going to use anesthetic, Boss?” Andrei asked.
“No. I want her to feel the pain. You know how much I enjoy watching my slaves suffer,” Sergei said.
“Castration?”
“Not today. Ovary implants and boobs will suffice for today.”
“Won’t she look freakish with boobs?”
“My customers like boobs and she’ll have them. So will cow one. Begin.”

Raphael silently screamed and squeezed his eyes shut as the scalpel sliced into his plastron.

Fuck. This is worse than bein' tortured by Shredder and Bishop combined. The worst part is that they ain't done. Oh, Leo!

Raphael passed out.

Sergei laughed gleefully.

“I think you should give anesthetic now, Boss,” Andrei said. “I don’t think the cow can handle the pain and we still have a long way to go.”
“All right,” Sergei said reluctantly. “Inject her.”

Andrei gave Raphael anesthetic and they finished implanting the ovaries and stitching Raphael up. Then they did the breast augmentation. They settled on 38 Double Ds, because most of the customers preferred that.

“You know what?” Andrei said. “You should do the castration today, Boss. Get it over with. Then we’ll do the same to cow one if you want.”
“No. Cow one has not been a nuisance. She can stay as she is, but I agree about cow two. Why wait?”

Sergei cut up to the top of Raphael’s right scute. Then he slowly cut downwards and then back to the left scute. He grinned when he'd finished.

"Now we have something to work with,” Sergei said as he examined the huge square in the lower middle of Raphael’s plastron and the blood that'd spilled onto the bed and floor. “It's time to neuter. This will be so much fun.”
“I wish I had popcorn," Andrei said.

Sergei removed the square and pried the keratin from Raphael’s body. Then he cut the thin white membrane that was found beneath Raphael’s plastron and peered at the organs that were now exposed.

"Found what you want, Boss?” Andrei asked hopefully.
"Not yet." Sergei dug into the lower area of Raphael's abdominal cavity and beamed when he found what he'd been searching for. “Here they are. Her reproductive organs. They're impressive for a freak like her. Shall I…?”

Raphael woke up, mewled from the pain coursing through him and pleaded with his eyes for them to stop.

Andrei stared at the pitiful turtle and was shocked he felt pity, because he usually didn’t. He never even flinched when he killed someone, because it was like second nature to him.

"Boss," Andrei said. "Hold off on the castration. Cow two has gone through enough today. Look at her and all the blood. She needs to rest.”
“I disagree. I want to castrate," Sergei said.
“Then castrate one of the others. The sea green turtle was aggressive earlier and tried to bite me.”
“Do you have a thing for cow two?”
“No, Boss, but cow two has had enough for today. Look at her.”
“Fine, but you stitch up cow two. I’ll be in my other lab taking care of that other turtle. Later," Sergei said and left the room.

Andrei said, “Cow two, you owe me big time. I saved you from castration. Do you understand? I hope I won’t regret it. You’d better do as I ask, otherwise I won’t hesitate to tell my boss to castrate you and cow one.”
Raphael mouthed, “Thank ya. Mikey? They are gonna castrate my bro.”
“I don’t know a Mikey.”
“Sea green turtle,” Raphael mouthed. “My bro.”
“I don’t understand what you’re saying cow two. I have to put you out, so that I can sew you back up. Then I’ll give you painkillers. You’ll feel better soon.”
“Mikey!” an anxious Raphael mouthed, his eyes wide. “They can’t hurt him.”
“Sh, cow two!” Andrei said as he injected him. “Go to sleep. I'll take you back to cow one if you're good when you wake up.”

Raphael's last thought before he passed out was about his prankster brother. Mikey, I'm so sorry, little bro. It's all my fault. Ya'd still be okay if I ain't attacked Don. Please forgive me, bro.

XXXX

Mikey was forcibly strapped down in the other lab and injected. He soon passed out.

Sergei cut into his lower plastron and dug in the lower areas of his abdominal cavity and below the intestines. He soon found Mikey's reproductive organs.

They're also impressive, but not as impressive as cow two's. Sergei lifted the organs up, cut off the vas deferens and cut the tubes on both sides. Then he removed the organs from Mikey's body and inspected them.

“I’ll show them to cow two later and tell them that it was her fault this beast had the op," Sergei said.

Sergei sewed Mikey back up. Then he had a snack.

Operations always make me hungry. Today was so much fun. I think amputation's next. Who shall it be? I know. It definitely has to be him.

Chapter Text

Mikey woke up a few hours later and screamed in agony.

“Hello, turtle,” Andrei said. “You’ve finally woken up.”
“W-where am I?” Mikey said weakly.
“In my lab. I had to conduct an operation. You should sleep, because you need it for what I have in mind.”
“What did you do to me?” Mikey asked, grimacing and gazing at the bandages around his middle.
“Something that should have been done a long ago,” Andrei said in a tone that sent a chill down Mikey’s spine.
“W-what?”
“You’ll know soon enough. Rest. Do you need something for the pain?” Mikey nodded weakly. Andrei injected him with morphine and said, “Sleep. I’ll be back with some food later.”
“Where are my brothers?”
“Later, turtle,” Andrei said and exited the room.

Mikey bawled as a stab of pain hit him and he thought about his brothers. Where are the guys? What did this creep do to me?  It hurts so bad. Sensei, please find me. I wanna go home. The morphine soon took effect and he drifted off to sleep.

XXXX

Andrei popped into Raphael’s room and said, “Hello, sunshine. How are you doing? Oh. I forgot. You can’t speak." He smirked. Too sore to fight or stand up, Raphael stared at the villain and shed tears as pain coursed through him. “Aw. Is my little girl crying?” Andrei said sneeringly. “You should, because you’re to blame for the sea green thing’s operation. You know that, don’t you?”
“Mikey,” Raphael mouthed.
Andrei grinned sadistically as he held up a green object to Raphael’s face. “Recognize this, cow two?”

A shiver went down Raphael's spine when he recognized what the object was. Mikey's balls. He neutered Mikey. My fault. He'd have been okay if I ain't attacked Donny. I feel sick!

Andrei said as if reading Raphael's mind, “It’s your fault. He'd still have his balls if you hadn’t been such a naughty cow. You’re going to be a good girl from now on, aren’t you?” He tugged Raphael’s tail. Raphael emitted a voiceless mewl as more tears rained down his face. “Is that a yes, cow two?”
Raphael nodded and mouthed, “Pen.”
“I don’t follow.”

Raphael pointed at the pen in Andrei’s pocket.

“Oh. You want a pen, cow two?” Andrei asked. He got out a notepad and the pen and handed them to Raphael.
"My fault," Raphael wrote. "Is Mikey okay?”
“Okay, who?”
“Master," Raphael wrote.
“He’s traumatized, but doped up on morphine. No. He’ll never be okay, but at least he’ll be easier to deal with. No more aggression and he’ll never be able to breed.”

Raphael's anger ignited at the news. Bastard!

"Leo?" Raphael wrote.
“I haven’t checked on him. I expect my colleagues or my boss have. Hungry?”
“Leo... I’ll be good and do whateva ya want, but don' hurt him. He’s my mate. Please don' hurt Mikey. He’s the gentlest, kindest little bro.”
“Anything?” Andrei asked sadistically.
“Anythin'. Suck cock, whateva ya want. Don' hurt him. He’s a good person and don' deserve nothin' bad.”
“What about that turtle in the cage with cow one?”
“Donny is the reason we’re all in this mess. He gave me and Mikey ta our enemies, so that he could have Leo.”
“I see. You’re all prisoners now, cow two, but I shall not hurt you and cow one if you cooperate with me."
“Ya got a family? Anyone ya love?”
“That’s none of your fucking business.”
“Do ya?”
“A son. Had a son.”
“Would ya have wanted this kinda life for him? Bein' subjected ta this. It ain’t our fault we’re mutants. We neva asked ta be this way and all we wanna do is go about our lives in a peaceful way. All me and Leo want is ta be together.” Raphael turned his golden eyes on him and stared hard.

Andrei was unnerved by the gaze and to his shock, he pitied the creature.

No. It's an it. A creature to be dominated and tamed. Don't think of it as anything else.

“I’ll bring your food,” Andrei said curtly.
Raphael scrawled, “I’m only fifteen and Leo’s only sixteen. We’re kids. All we wanna do is be kids, play video games, read comics and hang with our family like otha kids. Is that too much ta ask?”
“You’re a freak and trying to manipulate me.”
“Ain’t. Just tryin’ ta get ya ta see what we are. Ya think we’re savage beasts who need ta be tamed and who ain't human.”
“You aren’t human. Who are you trying to kid?”
Raphael frowned and wrote, “But we ain't totally animals neither. We can rationalize, talk, play video games, walk and fall in love. We’re just like ya, although we look different.”
“You’re nothing like me,” Andrei hissed and backhanded Raphael across his face. “How dare you insult me and say that!”
Raphael rubbed his smarting cheek and wrote, “I got feelings and emotions just like ya. I love my family. I hurt when they hurt. I cry. I get angry and feel sad. Just like ya. We’re more alike than ya think and it hurts when ya experiment on us. Did ya eva stop ta think that? We hate bein’ treated like freaks and havin’ ta skulk in shadows. What kinda life is that? We didn’t ask ta be this way.” Raphael looked at him hopefully and wrote, “I ain’t askin’ for special favors for me, but I hope ya won’t hurt Leo or Mikey no more. Think of yer son. Would he want ya ta be a psycho? It ain't too late ta get out and ta change.”
“What would you know about change, cow two?”
“I know I always had so much anger, cuz of the way people treat us and cuz I thought I’d neva find love. Then Leo happened and he made me wanna be a betta person. I ain't so angry and it feels good. Ya can change too. The question is, do ya wanna?”
“You’re pretty smart for a freak.”
Raphael shrugged and wrote, “I got my moments.”
“Nice try, but we aren’t going to have a Kodak moment and hug. You’re the prisoner, cash cow, and we aren’t going to become friends. I don’t give a shit about you or the other prisoners. I’ll be back with your food.”

Andrei left and slammed the door behind him.

He thought about Raphael and his mesmerizing golden eyes, which seemed to pierce into the depths of his soul and was shocked he felt pity for Raphael.

That turtle's right. He was getting to me and that's never happened before. Why do I pity the turtle? So, it talks and walks. Big deal. It's an animal, isn't it? Yet, it's more humane than we are. How is that possible? No. I have to fight this. My job's to discipline the creature. I will and I won't get soft, no matter what it says or does. 

XXXX

Andrei returned to Raphael’s room a while later and said as he handed him a bowl of soup, “Here’s your food, cow two." Raphael nodded his thanks and started to eat.

There was silence until Raphael had finished.

Andrei took the bowl from him, set it on the dresser and said, “Let’s get things straight. I’m your Master and you’re a slave and fuck toy, cow. Do you understand? Nod if you do.” Andrei slapped Raphael's face when he didn't.

Raphael had been patient as he tried to appeal to the villain’s humanity, but now that it was clear he wasn’t getting anywhere, he bared his teeth as a warning to him to back off.

“Oh. You think you’re scaring me, huh?” Andrei scoffed. “Not a chance. I don’t scare easily!”

Andrei lunged at Raphael, who summoned up all his strength, reached for Andrei and stabbed his fingers into the man’s eyes, which effectively gouged his eyes out.

Howling in pain and unable to see, Andrei lunged at where he thought Raphael was, but crashed into the wall. Stunned, Andrei staggered in a daze and then collapsed to the floor.

A growling Raphael was on him in seconds and glaring down at him.

I tried bein' nice ta him. This is for Mikey, Leo, me and the othas ya brutalized, ya fuckin' bastard. 

Andrei tried to move, but Raphael pinned him down, bit his carotid artery and watched the blood gush from the wound and onto the floor.

Raphael checked his pulse and was satisfied when there was none. He opened the door, crept out and searched for Leo.

Raphael hadn't gone far when he felt a sharp sting in his upper arm.

Fuck! Tranquilizer! 

Raphael tried to move, but his legs were like jello and he collapsed to the floor and passed out.

“Tie the damn turtle down in the lab, Yuri,” Sergei ordered. “I don’t know how it got out of the lab in the first place. It should have been strapped down.”
“Yes, Boss.”

XXXX

Yuri picked Raphael up, took him to the lab and strapped him down.

“It looks like the turtle went wild and attacked Andrei, Boss,” Yuri said.
“Yes. Shame. He was one of my best men,” Sergei said. “No matter. You’re now in charge, Yuri, and there will be no mercy to these bastards. Do you understand? I want you to strip this turtle of its pride when it wakes. It seems we haven’t done enough to destroy its pride. Do whatever it takes to demean and to degrade it.”
“Yes, Boss. I shall delight in that. And the sea green turtle? The one Andrei castrated.”
“I have a special operation planned for it. I can’t wait to perform it,” Sergei said as his eyes gleamed with excitement. “This disgusting turtle will get the same treatment if it acts up again. Get the guys to dispose of Andrei. I don’t want him stinking up my house.”
“Yes, Boss.”
“Our biggest client is coming here tomorrow morning and he wants to view our cows. Make sure they’re presentable.”
“Will do.”
“I have to go. I'm late for a conference call.”
“Later, Boss.”

Yuri looked at the still sleeping Raphael, kicked Andrei's corpse and thought about the fun he'd have with the "cows."

Chapter Text

The next morning, June 28, Yuri and Sergei were breakfasting and discussing more ways of degrading the Turtles.

“Feminization is always an excellent route, Boss,” Yuri said. “Raphael, or should I say cow two, was always Alpha, macho and so proud of his muscles. That would completely strip his pride."
“Yes. We could start a new trend or business. Mutant Fetish Dolls R Us.”
“That’s a twisted stroke of genius, Boss. I love it.”
“I think so too.”

“What are we discussing, Boss?” Baxter Stockman said, entering the room and then sitting at the table. The Russians had found him when he was a fly, mutated him back to his human form and in return he now worked for them as a scientist and torturer. “As you know," Sergei said. “I have all four Turtles. I want to demean them and to feminize them. I came up with Mutant Fetish Dolls R Us, but I have no idea how to proceed.”
“What’s your dream woman, Boss?”
“Blonde, busty and submissive. Cow two is on the way to a perfect woman. Can’t talk back.” Sergei laughed evilly and said, “I love uniforms. Heh. I’m a sucker for those playboy bunny uniforms, but I like others too.”
“I have a potion that will transform them into females. I always hoped to find the Turtles and to do it myself, but never got lucky. It’s irreversible if no one finds a cure for their condition. You’ll have your perfect women and your clients will go nuts. You can have one of the now women expect Splinter's baby if you want to be even sicker. That'd be a mindfuck of note. I’d love to see that happen, especially to Raphael. I hate him. He always made fun of me and he said my brother was a better scientist than me. He isn’t! I am. I always have been!”
“Baxter, I’m so glad you’re on our side. You’d be a formidable enemy. You change them and I’ll increase your salary. I also hated Raphael the most. Arrogant, annoying shit, but I want you to start with the sea green turtle in lab two. He was the most innocent of the four and watching him lose the sparkle in his eyes will be fun. May I watch?”
“What about Leonardo?”
“Cow one will receive the same treatment. Mate one is Donatello. He won't get the treatment, because he didn’t piss me off as much. Leave him for now. May I watch?”
“Certainly. Come with me.”

XXXX

The villains went to lab two and looked at a still passed out Mikey.

Baxter poured the potion on Mikey.

They watched Mikey become an alluring female turtle. His muscle mass had gone, his chest was now convex, he had 38 double D boobs, his tail was shorter, the fat had distributed to his hips and butt, making them rounder and his legs were long and toned. He also sported long blonde hair, which cascaded down his shoulders. Sea green skin and green eyes were all that remained of the former Mikey.

“She’s beautiful, Baxter,” Sergei said. “I love it. I’m horny,” he added as he felt a warm pulse of blood to his groin. “I hope she wakes up soon.”
Mikey woke a few minutes later and mumbled, “Where am I?”
“Hello, my beautiful angel,” Sergei said. “Welcome back.”
“I feel… Why is my voice so strange? I sound like a girl.”
“Because you are.”
“I’m a boy. What did you do to me?” Mikey asked anxiously. “Where are my brothers?”

Sergei handed him a mirror and he almost fainted. A female turtle did indeed look back at him.

“That’s not me,” Mikey muttered. “No way!”
“Yes way,” Sergei said. “Brothers? You have no brothers. Only sisters.”
“You also did this to the guys? Let me go!” Mikey tried to get up, but he was restrained by the others.

“Embrace the new you, girl,” Baxter said and chuckled. “There’s no cure and none for your sisters either. This is your life forever. You’ll have fun. Lots of cocks to enjoy and you'll be fucked all the time. You’ll be an awesome little slut.”
“I want to go home,” Mikey wept. “Tell me this is just a bad dream.”

“It’s reality,” Yuri said. “You can’t escape. You’re no longer powerful. You’re weak, defenseless and a little girl to fuck and to dominate.”
“I want my brothers,” Mikey choked out. “I want to see them and to know that they’re okay.”

“You have no brothers,” Sergei said. “I’m done talking,” he added as he pulled down his pants.

He climbed onto Mikey and spread his legs. Then he roughly pushed into Mikey’s vagina.

Mikey screamed as the goon thrust in and out and brutally got what he wanted. He thrust in and out so savagely that Mikey felt like his body was going to split in two.

Sergei climaxed a while later, shot his seed deep into Mikey and pulled out.

"I hope you loved that," he said to a sobbing Mikey. "There will be lots more of it. You need to get dressed. My client will be here soon and he wants to see you. Baxter, get our lass dolled up.”
“Yes, Boss. It’ll be a pleasure. Yuri, tie the turtle up in case it decides to fight.”

Mikey was extremely traumatized after his rape, so he just stood still as Baxter applied the makeup and painted his toenails and fingernails hot pink.

Baxter then drew on eyebrows and eyelashes and applied mascara. He then applied hot pink lipstick and blush to the emasculated turtle.

“Want to see how you look?” Baxter asked. Mikey said nothing and prayed that it was a nightmare and that when he woke up, he'd be home safe and sound in the sewers with Leo in their bed.

Baxter then dressed Mikey in a pink bikini and matching bottom, which barely covered his ass cheeks. Mikey’s boobs practically spilled out of the bikini top.

"You’re one hot girl,” Baxter said and snickered as he slapped Mikey’s rump, which made him jump. “Isn’t she, Yuri?”
“Yes. I may use her after I’ve fucked cow two.”

Mikey shuddered at the villain's words. Shit. They've done the same thing to Leo, Raph and Donny and it's irreversible. This is something from a horror movie and has gotta be a dream. It is, isn't it? Please let it be.

Sergei returned with his client and Mikey’s jaw dropped. It was none other than Usagi Yojimbo, Leo’s ex.

“Here's the former Michelangelo, Usagi,” Sergei said. “You wanted to see my new slaves. This is one of them.”
“Very nice,” the giant rabbit said. “What about the others?”
“Raphael and Leonardo will be ready soon.”
“And Donatello?”
“The three are enough. The blonde bombshell sisters. You told me you love blondes.”
“Hah. Splinter would have a heart attack if he saw his sons as mere sex slaves. It serves him right after he broke me and Leonardo up and told me that I wasn’t good enough for him. Raphael and Michelangelo did the same thing, especially Raphael. He was jealous, because he wanted Leonardo. I’m mad at Leonardo, because he never fought for our relationship. He should have, but he was cowardly and weak. I don’t have a grudge against Donatello. He was cool with me. Can I have some time alone with this being? I want to get to know Bambi.”
“Bambi, huh?” Sergei said and smirked.
“An appropriate name for a slut, right?”
“I agree. Bambi, it is. The others will be ready soon. Come look for me when you’re done here. Later," Sergei said and he and his goons left the room.

Usagi turned to a trembling Mikey, roughly pushed him onto the bed plastron down and pulled down his bikini bottom.

Mikey tried to move, but Usagi was much stronger and held on as he savagely thrust his huge rod into Mikey, whose shrieks were muffled by the pillow. Cum oozed out of Mikey and dripped down his thighs.

A grunting Usagi gave a final thrust a few minutes and emptied his essence deep into Mikey.

"That was fun," Usagi said. "My little fuck toy. You’ll love being a fuck toy and full of cum. No more crime fighting for you. Never again. You never should have interfered in my relationship with Leonardo. I’m ready for another round. Make any moves and you’ll get my fist and lose some teeth!”

Usagi pounded into Mikey again.

The tearful turtle closed his eyes and came to the shattering realization that it was a reality and his life forever. There was no escape. 

This is real and I'm fucked in more ways than one. There's no escape for any of us. The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles are now fuck toys and girls. I've never felt so degraded and I know it's gonna get far worse!

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Baxter, Sergei and Yuri went to get Leo from his cage.

“What do you want with him?” Don asked.
“Shut up mate one,” Sergei said as he backhanded Don across his face so hard he stumbled and fell on his butt. “Rest. You’ll need it. Bring cow to lab four.”

“What are you doing with me?” Leo asked as he struggled futilely, because he was tightly held by Baxter and Yuri.
“Making modifications you’ll love,” Sergei said.
“Where’s Raph? Is he okay? Let me see him!”
“You’ll see cow two later if you behave. Take her. The client wants her pronto.”

Leo pondered who the client was. I hope it's not Shredder. The thought made him shudder and his stomach was tied in knots.

XXXX

The villains took Leo to the lab and dumped him onto the stretcher.

Baxter pressed the green button on one of his giant robots.

It came to life and said, “Master, what is your command?”
“Pick this creature up,” Baxter said as he pointed at Leo. “And don’t let go.”

The robot picked a struggling Leo up in a vice grip and Baxter poured the potion on him.

Leo's body immediately transformed into a feminine shape. His muscles had gone, his plastron was flat, instead of concave, his tail was shorter, he sported 38 double Ds, the fat had distributed to his butt and legs and he had a much thinner waist. It was thinner than Mikey’s. Long blonde hair finished off his look.

Baxter couldn’t help grinning.

Leo coughed and said, “I feel strange. Why does my voice sound so weird?”
“All will be revealed when I've finished,” Baxter said as he pinched Leo’s boobs, which made him squeal.
“You’ve turned me into a girl, haven’t you? That’s why I sound so strange. Where are my brothers? Have you done the same to them?”
“You have no brothers. Hold still if you don’t want a black eye.”

Leo thought about his brothers. Shit. He's done the same thing to the guys. This is so embarrassing. Why do I like the way Baxter smells? His aftershave's turning me on and I want him to touch me. Damn it. Keep it together, Leo. You have to or you and the guys will never escape. 

Baxter drew on eyebrows and eyelashes and applied mascara. Then he injected Botox into Leo’s lips, which made him wince.

“These will make your lips look luscious and beautiful,” Baxter said. “I’ll do it almost daily, so you’ll soon have permanently huge lips. Our clients love them.” He then applied tangerine lipstick and lip liner.

Leo would willingly have died if he could have. This is disgusting. I'm a leader, strong and fearless and I'm reduced to a girl! This is a living nightmare. I hope it's reversible. I can't spend my life this way. How will anyone take me seriously? What'll my family, especially Dad think? It'd be too much for his old heart.

Baxter then dressed Leo in a figure-hugging black leather corset, which made him gasp and his boobs nearly spill out. It was so tight. He then dressed Leo in black sheer fishnet stockings and cut a hole in the front and back of the uniform for easy access for the clients. Then he forced Leo's feet into 6-inch black heels, which made him cry out in pain. Baxter then placed a black headband on Leo's head, added bunny ears and pinned a black satin rosette over Leo’s right hipbone to complete his new look.

“You look gorgeous, my girl,” Baxter said and snickered. “What do you think, Boss?”
“She’s beautiful,” Sergei said as he stroked Leo’s cheek, which made him tremble. “I can’t wait to fuck her. She’s even more beautiful than the other one. She's more petite and those hips... I’m getting turned on just looking at her,” Sergei added as he pressed his now erect cock against Leo’s uniform, which made him blush. “So, cow two,” Sergei said as he showed Leo what he now looked like. "Do you approve?”

“No!” Leo said angrily, summoning up his bravado. “I don’t. I’m a guy and I’ll never accept what you’ve done. I’ll find a way of changing back.”
“There is no cure, cow two," Sergei said. "This is your life from now on. I suggest you embrace it, otherwise I may have to get more brutal. You wouldn’t like that. Trust me."

There was a knock on the door.

“The client wishes to see cow two," one of Sergei's goons said.
“The client can come here,” Sergei said.

The still held Leo gazed in disbelief when Usagi entered the room a few minutes later.

“Usagi?” Leo said in shock.
“It is I, Leonardo. Or should I say Tiffani, because you’re not a boy anymore? Tiffani suits you. Slutty and tantalizing Tiffani. Splinter would be proud of you,” Usagi said sneeringly and caressed his cheek. "Golden boy turned cocksucker. I love your color and makeup. So very pretty."
“How dare you talk about my dad!” Leo hissed and spat at him.
“Give us some privacy, Sergei,” Usagi said as he wiped the spit off his cheek with his hand.

“Yes, Usagi,” Sergei said. “I will prepare the other girl for you. Come along, Baxter, unless you want Tiffani released, Usagi?”
“Have your robot hold her and bend her over. Baxter can wait outside. I may need him again.”
“Very well. Have fun,” Sergei said and planted a kiss on Leo’s swollen lips.

Baxter pressed a button and Leo was bent over with his rump in the air.

"No," Leo said angrily. "I don't want this!"

Usagi stroked Leo’s butt and whispered, "This will be fun. You and me, like it should have been. You were too much of a pussy to stand up to your old man, so you had to pay. I asked Sergei to find you guys and turn you into girls. I’ll have such a fucking blast fucking you all.” He swatted Leo’s rump, making him wince. “You’ll learn to be obedient, Tiffani. Girls don’t have opinions. Do you understand? Your job's to look pretty and fuck. That’s all.”

Usagi’s thick rod entered Leo's vagina from behind, which made him groan. He brutally thrust in and out and made Leo wet and turned on to his immense disgust.

A mortified Leo emitted another moan as Usagi sped up the pace. Why do I like this? I liked being dominated by Raph, but this is so different. Usagi is much bigger than Raph. I love it and his cock fits beautifully in my vagina. Did I just say vagina?

"Oh! Oh!" Leo said as the pleasure intensified. His vagina was now sopping wet and his erect nipples poked through his uniform.

A grunting Usagi ejected his essence deep into Leo's vagina a few minutes later and pulled out.

Usagi said as he patted Leo's rump, “That’s enough for now. Did you like it, Tiffani? Was I better than Raphael? I know he had the hots for you.”
“I’ve had better,” Leo said, refusing to stoke his ego. “Raph was infinitely better than you and his cock was also bigger.”
“You hurt my feelings, Tiffani. You’ll soon change your mind. I’ll be back later. Baxter, I’m done.”

Baxter entered the room and said, “Did you have fun, Usagi?”
“I did and now it’s your turn. It seems I wasn’t enough. Be brutal. Tiffani loves that, although she won’t admit it.”
“It’ll be my pleasure,” Baxter said gleefully. “But it’ll have to wait for now. Robot, keep Tiffani like that. I’ll be back later.”

An ashamed Leo thought about what had transpired. What the hell's wrong with me? Why did I moan and enjoy that? Did I always have a desire to be female and dominated? What did they do to Mikey? I haven't seen him. Is Sensei alive? He's our only shot of being saved if he is.

Baxter returned and said, “I forgot this. This'll keep you occupied until we’re ready for you."

He pushed an object deep into Leo’s vagina. It flared, spread out, filled him and made him gulp. Then Baxter pressed a button. Leo’s eyes widened as the object started to vibrate and sent waves of pleasure coursing through him.

“This'll keep you horny. Have fun, Tiffani,” Baxter said and kissed Leo’s lips. “Your lips are stunning, Tiffani. Oh. I also have to do this.”

Baxter got out a video camera from a drawer and filmed Leo.

"W-what are you doing, Baxter?” Leo managed as he came again.
“Usagi wants me to film you and your sisters, so that your enemies can see you in your new glory. It'll be used for the contest. I’ll have to get more shots of you.”
“What contest?”
“You’ll find out soon enough, but I’m pretty sure Raphael wouldn’t win the personality round!”

Baxter finished filming a while later and left the room, leaving Leo in his suspended bliss or hell.

Leo climaxed again and wondered what the villain meant. What contest? I'll have to think about it later. Ah. That feels... No. I have to fight this. Night! This is amazing! No, Leo. Fight. Don't give in. Ah! I'll think about escaping later. Can't now. This feels too good!

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Raphael was wondering for the millionth time how Leo was, when the door to his lab opened and Sergei, Baxter and Yuri entered the room.

"Hello, cow two," Sergei said. "I need to examine you."
Raphael bared his teeth and mouthed, "Fuck off."
"No need to be aggressive. I'm not going to hurt you. I just want to see if my operations were a success." Sergei stretched out a hand and Raphael caught it and bit hard. "Fuck!" he yelled as blood oozed from the wound. "My damn hand. You fucking cow!" he hissed in pain.
"It serves ya right," Raphael mouthed.
"Put this thing out. It's the only way we can check her," Sergei said, bandaging his hand and glaring at Raphael.

Raphael tried to fight, but Yuri pinned him down, while Baxter injected him.

The last thought Raphael had before he passed out was of Leo and of how much he loved him.

"What do we have in mind for this aggressive shit, Boss?" Baxter asked.
"Remove its ovaries and uterus," Sergei said. "One breeding cow's enough. This thing is hostile and needs to be tamed for good. The only way of doing that is by removing its testicles and cock. That'll do the trick. It'll only have a nub trapped close to its body. It'll be unable to cum, penetrate and to have normal sex ever again. This creature will never escape."
"Are you serious, Boss?"
"I am. Do it. Then I want it dunked in permanent red paint, barring two spots on its ass cheeks. You'll put a green X on each ass cheek to mark the spot and it'll have green makeup, apart from pink blush and black mascara. I want you to make it wear the red chiffon dress I have in my closet. The one my wife refused to wear when I bought it for her. And the matching undergarments. Get to work."

Baxter worked quickly, opened up Raphael's plastron and removed the uterus and ovaries. He then turned his attention to Raphael's testicles. He cut into Raphael's lower plastron and dug in the lower areas of his abdominal cavity below the intestines.

He soon found what he wanted. Huge for a disgusting freak. I'm jealous. My balls are tiny. It's not fair!

Baxter lifted the organs up, cut off the vas deferens, cut the tubes on both sides and placed the organ into a shallow dish.

"Things are moving along smoothly, Boss," Baxter said. "Just the penis to remove."

Baxter forced his fingers into Raphael's slit and using his forceps, extracted Raphael's limp purple dick.

"It's so ugly," Yuri said with a shudder. "I've never seen such a sight, Baxter."
"Me either. I wonder how big it was at full mast. I must ask it when I want to tease it."

"Stop dawdling, Baxter," Sergei snapped. "Cut it off and dump it in that tray."
"Yes, Boss," Baxter said. He grabbed his surgical knife and removed Raphael's cock. He gleefully watched as blood oozed from the tiny nub that was trapped close to Raphael's body, which would leave him in a state of eternal sexual frustration.

His job done, Baxter staunched the blood loss, stitched Raphael back up and placed the severed cock in the same tray as the testicles.

"All done, Boss," Baxter said.
"Good," Sergei said. "We'll examine the organs later. It's time for the next stage."

The villains didn't bother bandaging Raphael up.

Baxter got his robot who held Raphael in a vice grip in the air. Then Baxter painted permanent red paint on Raphael's body and face, but not his ass cheeks. Baxter painted green Xs on those to mark the spot. Then he painted green hearts on Raphael's thighs, knees and stomach.

Baxter was about to apply Raphael's makeup, when the poor emasculated turtle woke and grimaced at the pain coursing through him.

"What the fuck did ya do ta me?" Raphael mouthed as he fought back tears. He tried to move, but found he was unable to.
"Making you beautiful," Baxter sneered. "Hold still. Struggling won't do you any good. I'll give you some morphine when I'm finished."
"Leo?"
"I don't understand. Shut up. You're distracting me."

A tearful Raphael wondered what had been done to him. My plastron hurts and the pain's worse than anythin' I've eva endured. What did they do ta me? Did they do the same ta Leo? Where's Leo? I gotta see him. Raphael gritted his teeth and tried to ignore the pain. 

Baxter applied permanent pink blush to Raphael's cheeks, making them look rosy and inviting. He then drew on permanent eyebrows, eyelashes and applied the black mascara. The makeup was the permanent makeup that Baxter's ex-wife had used on her porcelain dolls and it would NEVER come off. Raphael was stuck with it forever.

Raphael looked at Baxter and wondered what he was doing. What's he doin' ta my face? I'm gonna kill him first chance I get if he's makin' me a girl.

Baxter then injected Botox into Raphael's lips, making him wince and applied permanent green lipstick. He then painted permanent green nail polish on Raphael's fingernails and toenails. Then he painted a large green heart on Raphael's bulge.

"Want to see how you look, sweetheart?" Baxter said and snickered.
"Wanna lose some teeth?" Raphael mouthed.
"I don't understand. Oh. I forgot this," Baxter said and tugged Raphael's tail. He quickly painted it red and then painted a green heart on it. "You're so pretty, Raphael. Your sensei would be proud. Show her what she looks like, Boss."

Sergei brought Raphael a mirror and showed him his new look.

It took all of Raphael's strength not to cry, especially when he saw the stump of the cock he'd been proud of.

I'm neva gonna be able ta have sex again and I'm neva gonna be able ta make love ta Leo or ta give him the family we wanted. Baxter's emasculated me. I'd gladly die if I could. This is so... I hope no one sees me. Can ya imagine if our enemies did? Tough and strong Raphael reduced ta a weak and ugly thing. They'd scoff.

Baxter then poured the potion on Raphael, making him lose all of his muscle mass, his plastron change to a flat one, his tail to become shorter and the fat distribute to his hips and thighs. He now also sported 38 double Ds, long blonde hair and his waist was even thinner than Leo's. The only thing that hinted at his masculinity was his bulge, which'd weirdly remained. The only feature of his that had stayed the same was his golden eyes.

Raphael was mortified with his new look. I look like a fuckin' freak. Male, but not male and not quite female neither. I don' got a vagina. Shit! I hope they're done!

Baxter painted green hearts on Raphael's nipples and drew on a permanent black beauty spot next to his swollen green lips.

Sergei took photos of the now beautiful Raphael and smirked.

"Stunning girl," Sergei said. "I'll use you soon. I'll bring the uniform, Baxter."

Sergei left the room.

Raphael watched the man leave the room and had a feeling the villains weren't done. What the hell have they got planned? Where's Leo?

Sergei returned a few minutes later with a red chiffon flowing dress, matching underwear and shoes, which would make any red-blooded male recoil at how pretty and girly it was. It certainly had that effect on the emasculated turtle.

Baxter slid red satin panties up Raphael's legs and rested them on his bulge, which made him give a voiceless gasp at the sensation. It felt kind of good and he wanted to cum.

Although Raphael liked the sensation of the panties against his bulge, he was determined to fight it. He was male, damn it and not a girl. 

No. This ain't good and is hell. I mustn't like it and I will fight it.

Next was a frilly white and tight petticoat with bows, which went to his knees. It was followed by black pantyhose and a black garter, which Baxter attached to the back of his panties.

Baxter cut a hole in Raphael's panties and said, "Easy access for the clients. I'm nearly done, Scarlett."
"Scarlett?" Sergei asked. "Why not? It suits her, Baxter. A sexy name for a sexy girl."

"Thanks."

Raphael glowered at the villains and vowed that he'd never accept his transformation. I'm a guy, no matter what they do ta me. I'll neva accept this. I'll find a way of changin' back and I'll destroy all the shit photos.

Baxter then dressed Raphael in a corset, which made his already small waist even tinier and nearly choked him, because it was so tight. Then he dressed Raphael in a tight red blouse, which accentuated his perky and huge boobs.

I can't wait to suck your tits, Scarlett," Baxter said. "They're beautiful and are so big and juicy, like watermelons and I can't wait for you to suck my cock."

Raphael shuddered at Baxter's words and shut his eyes. Baxter wanted to suck his boobs. What? He wasn't supposed to have boobs. He was a damn guy! This had to be a bad dream, right?

I gotta be at home. This ain't happenin'. Fuck. I don' want this. 

Baxter then dressed Raphael in the red chiffon flowy dress that fell past his knees. The villain then attached red bows to it and drew another green heart on Raphael's bulge, which made him gasp voicelessly. He patted Raphael down to check that all was fine.

The emasculated turtle emitted a silent gasp of surprise and had a desperate desire to cum. The clothing felt so good against his body and like it belonged on him, but he still refused to accept it was reality.

No. This ain't me. This is a dream. I'm gonna wake up and I'll be home with Leo.

Baxter forced Raphael's feet into 6-inch red heels, which made him squeal wordlessly. It was so sore. Then he glued a red tiara on Raphael's head, which would never come off and forced his hands into red gloves, which were slid all the way up his arms. Baxter added red bows to the back of them. Sergei had had the gloves made a few weeks earlier. They'd been specially designed for the brothers when he and Usagi had discussed kidnapping the Turtles.

Finished, Baxter held up the mirror and said, "Scarlett, what do you think? Let's first show Scarlett what we did before her transition." He picked up the silver tray with Raphael's organs and said, "Remember these, Scarlett? They were yours. Now they're specimens to be observed and studied. I'll have fun doing that."

Raphael's eyes widened in shock when he saw his once prized organs shown off like a hunting trophy and tears rolled down his cheeks as he came to the shattering realization that everything wasn't just a horrible nightmare.

It's real. I'm a sissy now. Dad would die if he saw me. I hope he neva does and that Leo and the othas neva do. I couldn't live with that.

"I know you miss your cock, Scarlett," Sergei said and then kissed Raphael's lips. "But you soon won't. You'll love your new life and being my little and pretty sissy. You're so gorgeous and I'll enjoy fucking your tight little ass. Baxter, flip it over, so that I can properly inspect it."

Baxter pressed a button and the robot flipped Raphael onto his plastron mid-air.

Sergei smoothed away the various undergarments and pressed his fingers into Raphael's entrance, which made him jerk his head in shock.

Raphael was stunned that he liked it. Why do I wanna rock on those fingers? Why do they feel good inside me? They musta done somethin' ta me, cuz I ain't submissive. I've neva been. Well, only for Leo. Wow. That's kinda nce. 

Raphael shifted his hips as much as he could and rocked on Sergei's fingers.

Sergei smiled and said, "The slut likes it. Good. I'll tell our client that Scarlett's ready for use. Give it some morphine. It's earned it, because it was obedient." Sergei picked up a black box and said, "You can enjoy this until I return, Scarlett."

Sergei opened the box, took out a red phallic object, inserted it into Raphael's ass and turned it on.

Pleasure coursed through Raphael as his ass vibrated and he groaned. Wow. This feels so damn good. Why do I like this? I wanna fight. Gotta. Leo... Gah. I wanna cum. Please lemme cum.

Yuri, who'd been quiet until now and who stood on the other side of Raphael, said, "I bet you want to cum, Scarlett, huh?"
A flushing Raphael mouthed, "Please."

"You can't and won't be able to ever," Sergei said. "But you can take comfort that you'll please your masters. That should be good enough. You'll soon accept that. I know you will, little whore. You were made to serve us," he added as he stroked Raphael's face. "I'll use you tonight, slut. Be prepared. I'm not gentle."

The villains went to get Usagi, leaving Raphael vibrating.

Raphael moaned loudly from the pleasure and wondered why he liked it. He shouldn't and should resist it.

I wanna fight this, but it feels so good and I can't. I want this ta neva stop. Why is that the case? Gah. I'll think about that lata when I get some time ta myself without this in my ass. Ngh! I wanna cum so badly!

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Usagi entered the lab a while later and saw Raphael held mid-air by the robot and plastron down.

The emasculated turtle was bucking his hips as best as he could through his restrictive clothing as the vibrator pulsed in his ass.

Usagi grinned. It was time for fun. He removed the vibrator from the turtle, which made him feel unexpectedly disappointed at its extraction, although being kept constantly horny and unable to cum had frustrated him no end. His ass felt empty and neglected.

Raphael pursed his swollen lips and berated himself for thinking that. I mustn't think that. Only whores do and I ain't no whore. I'm a guy and always been faithful ta Leo. I ain't neva had thoughts about no one else, except for Saki afta Don and I'd broken up and it was only 'cause I couldn't have Leo. I was so lonely, bitter and desperate that I hooked up with Saki.

Usagi pressed a button on the remote that Baxter had given him and asked the robot to flip Raphael up so that he was standing, but still tightly held around his waist.

He looked Raphael over approvingly and said sneeringly, "Red's your color, Scarlett."
"Usagi?" Raphael mouthed and his jaw dropped in shock. "What are ya doin' here?"
"I don't read lips, Scarlett, so don't bother trying. Keep looking pretty and fuckable, which you are." He went behind Raphael, lifted his dress, pulled down his panties and squeezed his butt cheeks, which made him gasp voicelessly. "You have a beautiful ass, Scarlett. Has anyone ever told you that? You have such cute Xs on your ass marking your sweet hole. I can't wait to fuck you and those legs are awesome. Most women would kill to have legs like yours. They're so long and toned," he added as he ran his hands down Raphael's legs, which made him shudder.

Raphael thought about the rabbit's presence. Why is Usagi here? Is he behind our transitions and everythin'? I wish he'd stop touchin' me. It makes me feel weird and I don' like bein' manhandled. Xs on my ass? That's sick. Who'd think of that shit? I hope he's jokin'.

Usagi pulled Raphael's panties up, pulled his dress down and smoothed it down with his hands, which made Raphael want to cum. It felt incredible when that happened.

Raphael thought about his situation. I'm so conflicted. It feels feel good, but I'm a boy and I shouldn't like this, the makeup and the clothing. Why do I? The creeps musta done somethin' ta me for me ta like it. I don'. I gotta tell myself that. Raph, ya don' want this. Fight. It's the only way ya and Leo will escape. I refuse ta accept that I'm a girl foreva. There's gotta be a cure ta reverse this.

Raphael's thoughts were interrupted by Usagi.

"Your makeup's perfect, Scarlett," the rabbit said. "I especially love your lips and rosy cheeks," Usagi added, pinching them and making Raphael pout. "You're pouting, Scarlett, huh? That's so cute. Hold the pose, while I take a photo for my friends back home."

Usagi picked up the camera that lay on the desk and switched it on.

Raphael immediately shifted his face and Usagi backhanded him across his face.

"I said, keep the pout, Scarlett. Pout now!" Usagi snapped. The emasculated turtle puckered up his lips and Usagi snapped several shots of him. "I'll make copies and send photos to every galaxy."
"Why are ya doin' this?" Raphael mouthed.
"I don't read lips, stupid girl. I told you. Now I want to see what's beneath your dress."

A humiliated Raphael shut his eyes as Usagi undressed him and then snapped photos of his now nude body. I wanna die. This is so freakin' embarrassin'. Fuck. Who the hell is this creep sendin' these photos ta? I hope Dad or the othas neva see them!

"Is this your bulge?" Usagi asked as he fondled Raphael's bulge, which made him squeal voicelessly. "Is that all you have now? How humiliating this must be for you to be unable to cum and to fuck ever again. At least you can be fucked, right? Take comfort in that and that you're pleasing your masters. You're going to become such a huge slut. You've always had that in you Scarlett. I've seen the longing looks you directed at Tiffani, the way you shifted your body to be closer to him on the couch and the way your tail wagged when he was nearby. I saw it and you trying to tempt him into your bed. I think you're a slut deep down, Scarlett, and you want to be used and abused. Am I correct?"

Raphael stubbornly shook his head and Usagi laughed.

"Yeah right, Scarlett," Usagi said. "You are and this outfit and all we have planned will let the real you come out. Your inner slut. Your boobs are beautiful. Thirty-eight double Ds are my favorite." Usagi rubbed the nipples, which made Raphael groan voicelessly. "I think you like that, Scarlett," Usagi said and popped one of Raphael's nipples into his mouth. He sucked it noisily and rubbed Raphael's bulge.

The emasculated turtle moaned voicelessly and tried to shift his body as he weirdly loved the sensations.

I ain't gonna crumble and he ain't gonna break me. I'm a boy and I'm still gonna fight this.

Usagi stopped, pressed a button on the remote and the robot carried Raphael to the bed. Then using the bedsheets, the robot bound Raphael to the bed, spread his legs and ensured that his puckered hole was exposed and ready for penetration.

"Are you ready to play, Scarlett?" Usagi asked as he undressed. "You'll love my huge cock!"
Raphael glared at him and mouthed, "Fuck ya. I ain't scared. Ya'll neva break me."
"I don't understand what you're saying, but I don't care. All that matters is that I get what I want."

Usagi rubbed his own cock and when it was erect, he thrust it into Raphael's hole and enjoyed the pained look he wore from the unwanted penetration.

"Are you, Scarlett?" he asked. "It's thirteen inches and probably the biggest you've ever had, but you'll get used to it and to being a sex toy."

Raphael closed his eyes and prayed it'd soon be over.

Usagi thrust in and out and fucked Raphael as hard as he could.

The emasculated turtle bit his swollen lips hard and tried not to cry, but he found he was conflicted again after a while. The penetration felt disgustingly good and Usagi's thick cock stretched, filled him and felt like it belonged in him.

Usagi shot hot, ropey streams of cum into Raphael's hole and he was a little disappointed when the rabbit pulled out. The cum leaked from Raphael's hole and dripped onto the bed.

"I've been storing that up," Usagi said and laughed. "Scarlett, you look good and like a real slut with cum leaking from your ass. Splinter or Slutter, which I'll call him, would love you like that. Have you ever thought about incest, Scarlett? Of course you have. You wanted to fuck Tiffani. Did you achieve that? Oh. I keep forgetting you can't talk."

Usagi looked at the tied-up turtle, dressed and said, "Did you like it, Scarlett?"
'Go ta hell," Raphael mouthed, refusing to give him any satisfaction.
"I don't understand, but I'm guessing what you said wasn't nice, Scarlett. It never is. You have a potty mouth and you'll learn to change that. I'm recommending etiquette courses, but first." Usagi picked up a ruler on the desk and swatted Raphael hard on his bulge, which made him blink in surprise. "You don't talk back. You follow orders, Scarlett," he yelled. "I know it's hard for a moron like yourself to understand, but I will drum it into you. You obey. Do you hear?"
"Fuck ya," Raphael mouthed, refusing to be cowed and staring at him defiantly.
"That I understand, you little shit!" Usagi roared. "I'm done being nice to you!"

Usagi smacked him again and was still smacking him when the door opened and Sergei entered the room.

"Stop, Usagi," Sergei said. "You're damaging my sissy and I have a client coming tomorrow, who wants her in pristine condition."
"It was rude."
"I'll discipline it. It's not your job."
"I want to buy this creature."
"It's not for sale. It's mine."
"What about six hundred thousand Dollars?"
Sergei shook his head and said, "No deal."

Raphael thought about the villains' conversation. I can't believe Usagi wants ta buy me. He makes it sound like he's just shoppin' for groceries. I'm glad Sergei said no, cuz he knows where Leo is and I can go look for him. I gotta find Leo.

Usagi huffed and said, "Fine. I'm going home, but I'll be back on Friday. Isn't Friday half price for your whores, Sergei?"
"Yes."
"See you then. Bye Scarlett, you sexy princess. Later," Usagi said and left the room.

Sergei said, "You need to get dressed, Scarlett, as much as I love looking at you. We can't have you naked all the time, especially as I know how much your uniform humiliates you sexually and emotionally. I love that. That's why I chose it for you. You were the most Alpha, so it's only fitting that you get the prettiest and frilliest clothing. The more frills the better, isn't that right, princess?" Sergei mocked.

Raphael's blood boiled at the words. I'm gonna bite him. 

Raphael smiled coquettishly and mouthed, "C'mere."
"I'm not going to fall for that. You'll try to bite my neck. I guess I haven't broken you, but I will soon enough."
"Ya won't!"
"I got that. I'll take it as a challenge, Scarlett. You'll be an obedient little whore before the week's over. Get dressed. It's nearly time for the show."

Sergei went outside and called two of his men. One kept a taser trained on Raphael. The other goon dressed the emasculated turtle in his princess dress and then smoothed it down, which made him groan noiselessly at the sensation.

Raphael wondered about going to the toilet now that he was a girl. I wish I had my dick. How the hell am I gonna pee?

Sergei said to the men, as if reading Raphael's thoughts, "Take Scarlett to the bathroom and show her how to pee like a girl."
"Yes, Boss," the goon who'd dressed Raphael said.

XXXX

The two men took Raphael to the bathroom, pulled down his panties and petticoat and told him to sit on the toilet.

An embarrassed Raphael did as he was told and wished they'd leave. He wanted to be alone, but they didn't.

They watched him and giggled as he tried to pee.

Finally, he did.

The villains pulled up Raphael's clothing when he'd finished and led him to a large bedroom.

XXXX

"You stay here," man number one said. "We come get you when show start."
"What fuckin' show?" Raphael mouthed.
"I no read lips."

Left alone in the bedroom, Raphael cursed soundlessly and thought about his predicament and his family.

I don' wanna be a girl. I wanna change back. This ain't permanent, is it? Where the hell's Leo? I need ta see him so bad. What happened ta Sensei? Is he dead? What did Usagi mean when he said that Dad would wanna see me this way? Who's this fuckin' client that's comin' tomorrow? What show's gonna happen? Where's Mikey? Is he okay? Who the fuck is Tiffani? I dunno no one called that. I hope Usagi didn't mean Leo and I hope Leo ain't sufferin' the same fate as me. As much as I hate Don, is he all right? I hope my bros ain't been subjected ta this. I hope only I went through it.

Catching sight of himself in the mirror, he wrinkled his snout in disgust and threw a glass at it, which shattered it.

Look at me. I'm a fuckin' sissy. Dressed like a fuckin' princess and with makeup. There goes my macho reputation. I'm gonna find a cure, gonna get my bros and I'm gonna get outta here, even if I die tryin'. I ain't gonna stop fightin', no matter what they do. I'll show them I'm still Raphael. I ain't no fuckin' sissy and I ain't no fuckin' toy ta be used and abused!

Chapter Text

June 28, 10 a.m.

Seventeen-year-old Casey sighed deeply and checked his phone for the hundredth time that morning, hoping that there was a message from Raphael or his bros. He'd called them several times and left texts, but there'd been no response. The hotheaded turtle had missed a hockey game the previous evening, which was unusual, because he never missed a game.

Maybe Raph's fine and Leo just wanted time to himself. Leo hates him spendin' time with me. I think Leo thinks that I have the hots for Raph. That's ludicrous, because he's a mutant turtle and a boy. Even if I liked men, he ain't my type. He's too aggressive and moody. I know it's ironic, because I can be that way, but I like my partners sweet and low-maintenance. Raph's just my best pal in the universe. That'll never change.

"Baby," Tatyana, Casey's nineteen-year-old blonde girlfriend, said. "Are you okay? You look distant."
"I'm thinkin' about my buddy, Raph. He missed the hockey game last night, which he never does."
"The friend you were going to introduce me to? I'm sure he'll turn up. Maybe he had plans," she said and squeezed his hand. "You told me Raph always turns up, so I'm sure he will."
"I hope so."
"Do you want to christen our new mattress?" Tatyana said and winked.
"Later. I'm still bugged about Raph. I need to go out for a bit. I'll see ya later, babe," Casey said and then kissed her lips. Then he left their apartment.

XXXX

Casey decided to go to the lair for answers.

He arrived at the lair and not seeing anyone, was worried. Something bad must have happened to them. What happened? Where do I start lookin' for them?

Casey placed a call. "April, are you there?"
"I'm kind of busy, Casey."
"Yer beauty spa shit can wait. It's about the guys. I can't reach them on their phones and they ain't at the lair. I think somethin' bad's happened. Raph was supposed to watch hockey with me last night. He never misses a game, Ape. I'm worried."
"Maybe Splinter took them on a retreat."
"Raph woulda told me if that was the case."
"I'll be home in two hours. Don't go investigating on your own."
"Hurry," Casey said and disconnected the call.

XXXX

Casey left the lair and hurried to one of the Purple Dragon's warehouses, hoping they could provide answers. He stealthily moved behind a large crate and watched the Purple Dragons unpack crates. He suspected they contained contraband. It was probably drugs.

Spying a lone Purple Dragon, Casey snuck up on him and dragged him in a headlock behind his crate.

"Listen up, punk," Casey said to the struggling goon. "I wanna know where the Turtles are."
"We haven't seen them in over a week, but I can tell you where to find them if the rumor's true."
"Tell me."
"A Russian businessman, Sergei, bragged to his friends that he has the Turtles."
"The address, punk."
"I don't know, but Sergei has a club named Epic downtown. You may get answers there."
"Thanks, creep," Casey said, wrapping his arms around the guy's neck. He squeezed until the guy passed out.

Casey thought about his conversation with April. Ape told me to wait, but I can't. I'm goin' to the club now.

XXXX

Casey headed to the club, waved a fake ID at the bouncer and went inside.

Casey sat at the bar, ordered a screwdriver and said to the bartender, "Where do I go if I want any action here?"
"Action?"
"Yeah. Girls and boys," Casey said and leaned in conspiratorially. "I heard this place has everythin' one wants."
"Are you FBI?"
"Do I look like fuckin' FBI, pal? I'm just a horny guy who wants a fuck. So, is there any action here?"
"No. The action happens at the boss's place."
"How do I wrangle an invite?"
"Cash up front. You have cash, I call my boss and see if you can go to his house."
"I got it."
"We'll talk, but I first got to answer the phone."

The bartender spoke quickly in Russian and ended the call. Then he smiled and said, "Would you like to wait in the back? My boss will be here soon and he's bringing one of the packages for you to examine."
"Sure," an unsuspecting Casey said.

Casey headed to the back and saw several beefy men.

"I'm here about gettin' some action," Casey said, trying not to stammer.
"You'll get it," a thug said. He smiled sadistically, which sent a shiver down Casey's spine. "Tie him up!"

Casey tried to run, but was soon hit by a fierce pain and he fell to the floor stunned and unable to move.

They tasered me. I shoulda listened to April. He passed out. 

The villains hogtied Casey, loaded him into a van and drove to their boss's house.

Unbeknownst to Casey, the guy he'd knocked out had come to and relayed what had happened to Hun. Hun had then called the bar and told the bartender that Casey was looking for the Turtles and could definitely not be trusted.

XXXX

The villains arrived at Sergei's house and carried Casey to lab number nine. They untied him and dumped him onto a stretcher.

Sergei entered the room with Yuri and other thugs a few minutes later.

"You said you have a new potential sissy, Boris," Sergei said, looking at one of the goons.
"This is him. He's very attractive with his black/blue hair, blue eyes and bulging muscles. Do you agree? The clients will go nuts."
"He'll be even more attractive when he's been sissified. Get Baxter. We need one of his other robots."

Baxter appeared with one of his other giant robots and pressed a button.

The robot picked Casey up and held him in a vice grip.

Baxter painted permanent silver paint on Casey's body and face and then painted blue hearts on his ass cheeks and stomach.

Baxter turned his attention to Casey's face and injected Botox into his lips. Then he applied silver lipstick and pink blush, which made Casey's cheeks look beautiful and inviting. Baxter then applied black mascara and blue eyeshadow and painted Casey's fingernails and toenails silver. He giggled as he worked. He loved transforming macho men into sissies. It was great fun.

Casey woke and muttered, "Where am I?"
"In the lab, sweetheart," Baxter said. "You're having your beauty treatment."
Realizing he was held and glaring at the villains, Casey snapped, "Ya'll never get away with this."
"Want to bet? You shouldn't be upset, because you'll see your friends soon enough."
"What have ya done to them? I'm gonna get ya for this!"
"I highly doubt it. What do you think so far, Boss?"

"Cute," Sergei said and kissed Casey's lips, which made him spit in disgust.
"Don't fuckin' touch me!" Casey yelled. "I ain't gay!"
"Feisty one. Never mind. You'll calm down soon enough, you'll be whatever I want you to be and you'll love it."

Baxter poured a different potion from the others on Casey, which immediately took away his muscle mass, made his waist thinner and the fat shift to his butt and hips, but he still had his cock. It also made his voice high pitched and feminine, which he discovered when he yelled in revulsion at his new look.

Next was a chastity belt. Baxter pushed Casey's cock through it, which locked it in place forever. Casey would be in an eternal state of sexual frustration and there was nothing he could do about it.

"What the hell did ya do to me?" Casey demanded.
"Locking you in place," Sergei said. "Forever. Don't fret. You can still be fucked."

Baxter then dressed Casey in a silver corset and tightly cinched it around his waist, which made him squeal. Silver satin panties were then slid over the chastity belt. They made him feel strangely turned on.

Casey glared at Baxter and vowed to fight back. He was a guy and there was no way in hell he'd accept this.

I don't like this. I gotta fight it or I'll never see the guys and get outta here.

Next was a pair of white fishnet stockings, which ran up to Casey's thighs and silver 6-inch heels, which hurt his feet something fierce.

A skimpy, short, silver and tight latex dress, which failed to cover his panties, so they'd always be visible, was slipped over his head. The accessories were next.

Baxter added blue bows to the back of the dress, a pearl necklace and pierced Casey's ears, which made him howl. Baxter then gave him little pearl studs and fashioned his short hair into two ponytails that were tied with two huge blue bows. Lastly, he added a blue headband with more bows at the back of it and silver gloves, which went up to his elbows. They had blue bows on the back of them.

"You look so gorgeous, Chantelle," Baxter said. "Want to see what you look like?"
"Fuck ya," Casey said. "I'm gonna smack ya, ya wacko, when I get free!"

"No, you won't," Sergei said and held up a mirror so that Casey could see the new him.

Casey looked at himself and nearly fainted. 

"I look like a fuckin' trophy wife," Casey hissed. "What the hell have ya done to me? Reverse it now!"
"I can't," Baxter said. "It's all permanent, apart from the clothes and chastity belt, but never mind. You'll grow to love your new self. The sissies always do."

Sergei kissed Casey's lips and earned a scowl from him.

"Don't. I told ya I ain't gay!" Casey snapped and spat. "Yuck."
"So you say, but you will be soon, Chantelle," Sergei said, running his hands over Casey's body and making him shiver. "Very soon. Baxter. Take her to Tiffani and taser her if she resists."

Baxter pressed a button, which released Casey and made him fall on his butt.

"Ouch!" Casey said. "That hurt."

The goons quickly picked Casey up and carried him out of the room and down a long corridor.

XXXX

Meanwhile, Leo had been released from the robot and was sitting on the lab bed. The vibrator was no longer in him.

I need to see Raph and to know he's okay. Please let me see him. I miss him incredibly. Where are Mikey and Don? Are they okay?

The door opened and the goons dragged a struggling Casey into the room.

Leo's eyes widened as he studied the latest sissy.

"C-Casey?" Leo asked. "Is that really you?"
"Leo?" Casey said and his jaw dropped. "Ya look so different."

"Enough talk," a goon snapped. "Kiss and make it good."
"Barf!" Casey said. "I ain't gonna kiss him!"
"You will," the same villain said. He smacked Casey's butt with a ruler, which made him jump. "Now," he added and hit Casey again.

Leo sucked in a deep breath and thought about what he'd been ordered to do. I don't want this. I only want Raph.

Leo turned to the villains and said, "Please don't make me do this. I don't want to."
"You don't," the same villain said. "And I'll have your lover killed."

The thought of Raphael dying was too much to bear, so Leo stood up.

"I don't want this either, Casey," Leo said. "But we have to or he'll hurt Raph."
"Yuck. I don't want Raph to die, but I really don't want to, Leo."

"Shut up," the same villain snapped. "Do it or I go kill your lover, Tiffani. And do it with tongue."

Casey nervously approached the bed and Leo walked over to him.

They leant in and puckered their lips, their faces inches apart. Then their lips met. They tentatively kissed and then more deeply. Their tongues twined together and battled for dominance and they tried not to throw up.

A revolted Casey shuddered and thought about the kiss and all he'd experienced that day,

Gross. This has been the worst day of my life. The transition was bad enough, but kissin' Leo, who hates me and who I hate? Ten times worse. Shit! At least Raph didn't see this. I hope so, anyway. He'd go crazy and think I'm makin' moves on Leo. Raph's territorial and possessive about Leo and hates anyone goin' near him. 

XXXX

Raphael had been taken from his bedroom. He stood outside the lab, because the villains wanted him to see his lover making out with someone else.

"That's your lover in the playboy bunny suit, Scarlett," a goon said. "And that guy who came looking for you. Your lover's Tiffani and your friend's Chantelle. Aren't they pretty?"

Raphael's face fell when Leo and Casey kissed. He placed his hand over his heart, which felt like it'd shattered into a million pieces.

Leo and Casey? I neva saw that comin'. How could they betray me? It makes sense now. They liked each otha, were fuckin' behind my back and only fought, so that no one, especially me would get suspicious. Fuck! I'm such a fool. I'm gonna show them with my fists how I feel if I see them.

Chapter Text

A frustrated and brokenhearted Splinter sat cross-legged and in the lotus position on his cage floor.

"Leonardo was trying to make contact with me, Alicia," Splinter said. They hadn't talked since their forced romp. "But I blocked him, because I did not want him to see me this way. I sense danger and that they have also been kidnapped. I pray I am wrong."
"I couldn't care less about your precious sons, you brute," Alicia snapped. "You still could have said no and didn't have to do it!"
"You do not understand. My sons are everything to me and I would be grief-stricken if anything happened to them. I am sorry things happened, but I…I feel sick that they did, but I had no choice. I thought I was saving them."
"The Russians probably have them captive. It'd serve you right, rapist. Yes. That's what you are. A fucking rapist. Don't come near me. I'll scream."

A despondent Splinter thought about what Alicia had said. She is right. It was coerced rape, but still rape. I am not honorable and I deserve seppuku. I hope I am wrong about my sons and that they are safe. They are just kids.

"Alicia," Splinter said. "My sons are just children. Leonardo is sixteen. Donatello and Raphael are fifteen and Michelangelo is fourteen."
"Cry me a river. Trying to save them doesn't excuse what you did to me."
"You will understand when you are a parent that you would do anything for your children, even if it goes against everything you believe. I was trying to save them and I feel horrible that not only have I probably failed to, but I hurt you."
"You should feel that way," Alicia yelled and turned her back on him.

Sergei entered the room with Yuri and a few other goons.

"Good day, rat," Sergei said. "I bring news of your sons."
Splinter leapt to his feet and gripping the cage bars, said, "Are they all right? They are just innocent children. Please do not hurt them. Kill me if you want to kill anyone, but spare them."
"These were your sons," Sergei said evilly as he handed Splinter a stack of photos. "My men got photos of them on a rooftop a few weeks ago. Leonardo and Raphael are making out without any of their gear on and have their arms wrapped around each other. Did you know that they were a couple? Donatello is scolding them to go home and my personal favorite: Michelangelo sucking Leonardo's cock and Raphael looking so jealous. Gosh. Look at Raphael. His pout's so sexy, isn't it? The last one is of Raphael. Being the Alpha male he was, he shoved Michelangelo out of the way and fucked Leonardo on the ground. Raphael has an impressive cock, doesn't he? I blew up a photo of it for closer examination. Have a long look. It's purple, ten inches and pulsing. Such a beautiful sight."
"You lie!" Splinter said furiously as he flipped through the photos. "My sons would not do anything so base and obscene, least of all in public."
"They would. We snapped those when they were on patrol and my men have ransacked your lair. There are tons of others, including videos. How awesome is that? Raphael was quite the film maker. Your sons are dirty and disgusting. They aren't the honorable ninja you portrayed them to be. You shall see the videos soon."
"I will not believe this filth. My sons would never... They are brothers and would never do that with one another. I did not raise them, so that they could fornicate with one another."
"Yeah right, old man. All that testosterone in the lair, being teenagers and no females around meant it would happen. It's only natural they'd turn to one another. You're such a deluded old fool. They were fucking behind your back and you were clueless. You know now. Keep the photos. I have copies and many more."
"But with one another and as brothers. That is not natural. I object to that."
"Enjoy the photos. I'll be back later."

Splinter stared at the photos with disgust and realized he'd been deluding himself.

I have been extremely stupid. I noticed my sons smelled like sex and I noticed that Leonardo and Raphael seemed closer. I wanted to believe it was brotherly affection, because the thought of it being anything else sicked me to the core. Can anyone blame me? What father wants to think about their sons having sex with one another? The mental images alone are disturbing and now I have these photos, I cannot erase them from my mind.

FLASHBACK: ONE MONTH EARLIER, MAY 26

Splinter was sitting in the living room and waiting for his sons to return from patrol. It was cold and raining and the aged rat wrapped a blanket around himself to stop shivering. Finally, he heard his sons' voices approaching the lair and what sounded like Raphael laughing. That was rare and it immediately made the rat wonder what had triggered it.

Don and Mikey entered the lair first.

"You are back, my sons," Splinter said. "Where are Leonardo and Raphael?"
"They're coming now, Dad," Mikey said. "I'm going to bed. Night."

Don yawned and said, "Night, Dad. Do you need me to help you to bed."
"I can manage, my son," Splinter said. "But thank you. Good night and no more experiments tonight."
"Yes, Dad," Don said and he and Mikey left the room.

Raphael and Leo entered the lair a couple of minutes later. Raphael was still laughing and standing close to Leo, which was unusual, because they were usually at each other's throats.

Splinter smelled something and arched his eyebrows. It was the unmistakable heavy smell of pheromones that radiated off both of them and hung in the air.

Are my sons having sex? No. It can't be. It's just perspiration from their patrolling. My sons would never be so base with each other. They are brothers and it would be immoral.

"How was patrol?" Splinter asked, not wanting to believe the obvious.
"Fine, Dad," Leo said. "We ran into a couple of Purple Dragons…"

"Whom I took great delight in beatin' up," Raphael said as he cracked his knuckles. "I'm gonna shower." He glanced at his brother and said, "Leo, I'll see ya tomorrow. Night, Dad."
"Night, Raph," Leo said as he placed a hand on his brother's shoulder, which he uncharacteristically didn't shrug off and seemed to like. "You did great tonight."

"Night, Raphael," Splinter said, still refusing to believe that his sons were having sex. I am dreaming this and Raphael and Leonardo will argue again tomorrow like they always do.

Raphael smiled and left the room.

"I'm going to bed too, Dad," Leo said. "Do you need help getting to your room?"
"No. I am fine, Leonardo," Splinter said. "Good night."

Splinter went to bed and told himself that it was just brotherly affection. Believing otherwise was too grotesque.

XXXX

Splinter got up a few hours later for a drink of water, but stopped a few meters from the kitchen when he heard voices. Pricking up his ears and using his fantastic eyesight, he saw his two eldest sons, minus their gear, sitting at the table and talking in hushed tones. Splinter's keen hearing enabled him to hear what they were saying.

Raphael looked upset and Leo was stroking his arm and talking soothingly.

"Do you feel better now, Raph?" Leo asked.
"Nightmare. I want ya ta come ta bed with me, Leo."
"You know I can't. Sensei would frown…"
"Ya can tell him I had a nightmare and that I needed my bro."
"You're fourteen and too big for big bro to sleep with you."
"Ya ain't just my big bro, Leo. Yer my everythin' and I need ya ta hold me. I love ya. Come ta bed with me. I'll make it worth yer while. I'll even sleep on a proper bed," Raphael said as he turned his golden eyes on Leo, which made him sigh.

Splinter thought about what he'd heard. This is a dream. I did not hear Raphael tell his brother that he loves him and to go to bed with him. They are brothers!

What happened next shocked Splinter more than anything else.

Raphael pressed his lips against Leo's and whispered, "Please, Leo. I need ya."
"All right," Leo said and touched his forehead to his brother's. "I'll sleep with you." He pulled away, cupped Raphael's face and said, "I love you too. Don't steal the blankets. I was cold last time."
"I'll warm ya up, Leo," Raphael husked. "Will ya gimme a blowjob?"
"What's the magic word?"
"Fuckin' pretty please?"
"Close enough. Yes."

A disgusted Splinter could hear no more and he bumped his toe on the coffee table in his haste to get to his room.

"Ouch," he muttered and fled to his room.

"Did ya hear somethin', Leo?" Raphael asked. "Think someone heard us, like Dad?"
"He's asleep, but let's have a huge fight at breakfast just in case and pretend we're not talking after."
"Can do," Raphael said and kissed Leo again.

XXXX

The next morning, there'd been a huge fight between the two oldest brothers at breakfast. Leo had objected to Raphael slurping his hot chocolate.

"I fuckin' hate ya, Leo," Raphael exploded. "Yer a fuckin' dick and it ain't yer job ta teach me table manners."
"Someone has to, ninja wannabe. They're revolting!"
"Screw ya, Splinter junior!"

"Boys!" Splinter admonished. His sons ignored him and stormed to their bedrooms.

Splinter was relieved. It's just like old times. I really did imagine what I heard and saw. They are not having sex with each other.

Splinter actually believed what he told himself over time, because he didn't want to believe the feud was staged.

BACK IN THE PRESENT. JUNE 28

Splinter studied the photos again and berated himself for being deluded.

Yes. I was foolish. Their fights were staged, so I would not be suspicious. What do I feel now? I do not know what I would tell them if I saw them again. That I love them? That I am appalled by their incestuous acts? I do not know what to think.

Alicia spoke, "So your sons are fucking one another, old man?"
"That is right," Splinter said and tried not to bristle at her bluntness.
"It may be a huge shock, but Sergei was kind of right. It's normal that they'd turn to one another if they're freaks and if there weren't any others of their kind around."
"They were raised as brothers, even if they are not biologically. I object to that."
"You go on about how much you love your sons and that you'd do anything for them. I don't buy it, old man. You'd try to understand why they're screwing one another if you did. Perhaps it's more than screwing. Maybe they love one another. Is that such a bad thing? It isn't like they'd find love anywhere else. Love's hard to find. You should be happy they found love, old man. Look at the bigger picture."
"I see the bigger picture," Splinter said dryly. "This is my son, Raphael's penis. I never wanted to see it and certainly not a close-up of it. Do you know how…?"
Alicia grabbed the photos from him, went through them and said, "You know what I see, Splinter?"
"What?"
"I see lust, love, acceptance, trust and satisfaction in their eyes. Look at Raphael. His eyes are soft with love and desire for Leonardo. He loves him and it's mutual. It's not just fucking. As for Michelangelo and Leonardo, it's probably the same deal. I don't believe in sharing mates, but again, that's their business. They're happy, so you should back off and let them be. They're old enough to know what they want."
"They are kids!"
"You'll lose them if you don't. I don't think you want that, do you? If you see your boys, tell them how much you love them and that nothing will change. That's what they need."
"Do you condone incest?" Splinter said frostily. "Because that is what this is and I do not condone it at all. I will make my sons see sense when we get out of here and I will put a stop to their relations."
"I doubt it. They'll run away."
"They are my sons and I will deal with them as I see fit!"

Splinter thought about his sons. I love them, but I will not tolerate incest and I will make them stop it. They will listen to me.

Chapter Text

Mikey had been left alone when Usagi had finished with him. Broken and sobbing, he sat on the floor with his knees drawn up to his chest.

I want to go home. I want to see my bros, especially Leo and to hold him and kiss him. Please let this be reversible. I hate being a girl.

The door opened and Baxter, one of his giant robots and Novak, another of Sergei's goons entered the room.

Novak was twenty-two, tall, dark haired, dark eyed and barrel-chested. A permanent scowl was on his face, especially when he had to work with Baxter, the African-American, whom he regarded as inferior and stupid.

A trembling Mikey said, "Please don't hurt me. I'll be good."
"Shut up," Baxter said as he pressed a button.

The robot picked Mikey up in a vice grip.

Baxter quickly undressed him, which made him blush.

"Gorgeous body," Baxter said as he stroked Mikey's boobs. "But you'll look even better when I'm done with you."

Baxter quickly painted permanent pink paint on Mikey's body, including his shell and tail. Then he painted little yellow hearts on Mikey's tail, stomach, ass cheeks and shell.

"Don't forget the Botox, Baxter," Novak said. "The clients love plump lips."
"I haven't, you Serbian fool!" Baxter hissed.
"Then do it already!" Novak ordered.

Baxter clenched his teeth and injected Mikey's lips with Botox, which made him grimace. Then he dressed Mikey in a hot pink and tight corset, which made him gasp. It was followed by a pink push-up bra, which made his boobs spill out. Next was a pink G-string, which failed to cover his ass cheeks.

A humiliated Mikey blushed. I hate pink. I know I'm more in touch with my feminine side than the others, but pink? That's for girls. I'm a boy.

Baxter quickly tied a pink bow around Mikey's tail and tugged it.

Mikey squealed and said, "Stop that. I don't like it."
"Too bad," Baxter said and tugged Mikey's tail again. "You should see yourself, Bambi. You're starting to look extremely beautiful. Pink's your color. It's very girly. Embrace the new you, Bambi. Think of it this way. No more crime fighting. It's just pretty dresses, makeup and… I'll tell you when I'm finished."

Baxter slid pink pantyhose up Mikey's legs all the way to his thighs and also dressed him in a pink garter, which went up to his left knee. He attached them to the back of the G-string. Then Baxter slipped a pink tight latex dress over Mikey's head, which went just above his boobs. The dress was skintight and Mikey felt like he couldn't breathe. The dress was extremely short and only just covered his panties, meaning they'd be exposed when he bent over. Then Baxter placed pink latex gloves on Mikey, which ran up to his elbows. Next were 6-inch pink stilettos, which made Mikey wince when his feet were forced into them.

"I think you should add a pink sash, Baxter," Novak said.
"Great idea," Baxter said. He quickly added the sash and wrapped it tightly around Mikey's middle. Then he placed six yellow bows to the back and front of it. "Anything else, Novak?"
"An apron with white frills and lots of yellow bows."
"I like it."

Baxter then dressed Mikey in a pink half apron, which ran down to his hips and added white frills around it and six yellow bows to the back and front of it. Next were yellow bows on the back of Mikey's gloves and on the bottom of the dress, as well as on the front of the dress where his vagina was and on the sides of the heels.

"You forgot something, Baxter," Novak said.
"What?"
"Every maid needs a headband and I recommend pink contacts. You should also paint yellow hearts on her face to look like freckles and place pink bows in her hair."
"Ah."

Baxter painted yellow hearts on Mikey's cheeks to resemble freckles, glued a pink headband on his head that'd never come off, added yellow bows to the back of it, gave him pink contacts and added pink bows in his hair.

"Do you approve now, Novak?" Baxter asked.
"Very much. She's perfect. We've been looking for a maid since the last one died."
"Excellent. Take her to the kitchen and show her the ropes."

"Huh?" Mikey asked. "What do you mean, Baxter? I'm no maid."
"Correction. You're the new maid, Bambi. You'll occasionally be fucked like your sisters, but your main job is to clean and to cook for my boss and the entire household. Novak will show you around. Listen to him. He has a mean streak when people don't. They don't call him Killer for nothing."

Mikey frowned at the villain's words. Figures. My room was never the cleanest and I get to be the maid and cook. Life sucks. I hope there aren't lots of stairs. They'd be hell in these heels.

"Bambi, the paint and makeup are permanent," Baxter said. "So is your new gender and working here, so give up thinking about changing back. Let's show you the new you."

Baxter picked up a mirror and held it up for Mikey.

Mikey's pink eyes widened as he studied himself and he wept at the sight. Nothing is the same. I'm a freak, a girl and it's permanent. How could they do this to me? Why would they? Where are my brothers? I need to see them, especially Leo. Leo, are you okay?

"Aw. She's crying, Baxter," Novak said sneeringly.
"Who cares? Take her to the laundry room and get her to work."

Baxter pressed a button and the robot dropped Mikey, who landed on his ass on the ground.

"Ouch," Mikey muttered.

"Stop whining, Bambi," Baxter snapped. "Take her now, Novak. She can clean the toilets when she's done. You'll supervise her, so she doesn't misbehave."
"Since when are you my boss, Baxter?" Novak demanded.
"The boss put me in charge of Bambi. I have things to do, so I'm putting you in charge of her."
"Whatever. Come on, blondie," Novak said and led a miserable Mikey down some stairs and to the washroom.

XXXX

Novak pointed at the huge baskets of clothes and said, "Your job is to get all the washing done, Bambi. No slacking or I'll hit you."
"My name's Mikey."
"No. It's Bambi," Novak said furiously and backhanded Mikey across his face, which made him whimper. "Stop crying, girly. Get to work and remember to separate the whites from the rest of the clothes."
"I never did the washing at home. I don't know how. Raph and Leo did it."
"And cleaning?"
"Same. My job was cleaning. I wasn't good at it and my room was a mess, so my brothers cleaned. I did the cooking. That's what I'm good at."
"Fine. I'll show you once and then you do it. Got it?"
"Yeah. Please don't hit me. I don't like it."
"Stop whining," Novak said and slapped Mikey again.

Novak showed Mikey what to do. Then he sat on a chair and watched him work.

The nervous turtle reluctantly got to work and soon had a load going in the washing machine.

"I'm horny," Novak sad. "Come here, Bambi. I'll beat you up and make you wish you'd never been born if you don't listen!"
"But the washing…"
"Can wait a few minutes. Come here now!"

Mikey went to Novak, got on his knees and pulled down Novak's pants and underwear. Then he took Novak's cock in his mouth and tried not to gag.

"Do a fucking good job," Novak said as he pushed Mikey's head down. "I'll be mad if you don't. You don't want that to happen."

An extremely humiliated Mikey sucked his cock and prayed it'd soon be over.

Novak groaned and shoved his dick deeper into Mikey's mouth, which forced him to deep-throat the villain. It wasn't long before Novak came and shot his cum down Mikey's throat.

A satisfied Novak pulled out and ordered, "Swallow. Then lick me clean and don't waste a drop."

Mikey swallowed and tried not to throw up, knowing he'd be punished if he did. Then he licked Novak clean.

"Get on the fucking washing machine, Bambi," Novak said. "I saw this in a movie and I always wanted to try it."

Mikey sat on the still running washing machine and Novak grinned maliciously.

"You'll love this, Bambi," Novak said. He pulled Mikey's panties down and pressed up against him. "Shift your hips and wrap your legs around me. There's a good slut. The vibrations will drive you mad.”
"I don't want to," Mikey sobbed. "Please."
Novak scowled and pulled Mikey's hair hard, making him cry out. "Fucking do it, girly," he snarled. "Or you're going to lose some teeth."

Mikey shut his eyes and shifted his hips so that his legs were wrapped around Novak's waist.

The Serb smiled and said, "Good girl."

He savagely thrust into Mikey, who screamed as his most intimate area was repeatedly violated.

Mikey did indeed love the vibrations of the washing machine.

He climaxed a few minutes later and wondered why he liked it. I should be angry, but part of me likes how he treats me. Maybe I was born to be a slut and to be used. It feels kinda good. I want to cum again. I love cumming. It feels amazing. I hope we can do this again.

"You like this, you dirty slut?" Novak shouted.
"Y-yes. I kinda do," Mikey said. "I don't know why. I never liked being manhandled before."
"Good. You can call me Master. You'll be fucked a lot and so will your sisters. You'll be the sluttiest sluts around."

Novak had just climaxed a few minutes later and shot his essence deep into Mikey, when the door opened to reveal Baxter.

"I told you to make her work and not to pleasure you, Novak," Baxter snapped.
"I was horny and she was here," Novak said as he cleaned himself with a towel he found on the table. He pulled up his pants and said, "It did the job. Use this towel, Bambi, and clean yourself up. Then get back to work.”

"Yes, Master," Mikey said meekly as he took the towel and cleaned himself. Then he pulled up his panties and went back to work.

"Why are you here, Baxter, besides checking up on me?" Novak demanded.
"To tell you that the boss wants to see you."
"Why? I've done nothing to displease him. Have you been telling tales on me, you curly haired prick?"
"Whoa. Easy there. I'm just the messenger!"
"Fuck you if you have. I will find out if you have," Novak hissed and stalked out of the room.

"My turn, Bambi," Baxter said. "Come here!"

Mikey stopped his work, got on his knees, pulled down Baxter's pants and sucked his cock.

Is this really what my life's gonna be forever? A fucktoy and maid. I still wanna go home, even if I do like the sex. There's gotta be a way out of this. If only I could see my bros. We could talk and try to figure out a way to escape.

"You're doing a crappy job, Bambi," Baxter yelled and smacked Mikey's rump.
"Ow. That hurt," Mikey wailed.
"Then do a better job, Bambi!"

XXXX

Novak stood with his arms folded in Sergei's study and said, "You wanted to see me, Boss."
Sergei glanced up from the stack of papers on his desk he was perusing and said, "Yes."
"Boss, please don't send me back to Serbia. There's nothing there for me and…"
"I'm not doing that, Novak. Relax. On the contrary. I promoted Yuri to second-in-command, but that's not why I called you. My important client's buying the three sisters, plus the rats, their friend, who tried to save them and the Alpha turtle. He asked if I have any men who'd be good in his service. I recommended you and Boris, but especially you. Your job is to oversee the sisters, especially this girl," Sergei said as he handed Novak a photo of Raphael. "She's always been a fighter and needs to be tamed. You're good at that."

Novak's breath caught in his throat as he stared at the photo and he felt a twinge in his groin. She's the most beautiful girl I've ever seen.

"I can do that, Boss," Novak said.
"Excellent. Then you'll take the job?" Sergei asked.
"I will. Am I allowed to have fun with the girls?"
"I imagine so. The girls will be pimped out. They have to earn their board and lodging."
"Cool. When will I leave."
"In two days' time."
"What's the girl's name?"
"Scarlett and she's not done yet. She still needs some slight modifications. A red bow on her tail and red contacts."
"Do I get to meet her now? I was put in charge of Bambi in the washing room."
"Yes. Take some of the others with you and be wary. Scarlett's a fighter."
"No one has ever defeated me. Later, Boss."

Novak thought about Scarlett and grinned. I can't wait to meet gorgeous Scarlett. I'm sure I'll tame her or my name's not Novak.

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Baxter finished with Mikey and said, “Clean yourself up, Bambi, and get back to work.”
“Yes, Master,” Mikey said and wiped himself with a cloth. Then he returned to work.

Baxter’s cell rang. “Yeah. I’ll be there now. Gold, you said? I look forward to it.”

Boris opened the laundry room door, entered the room and said, "Baxter, the boss wants you to…”
“I know. Have fun with Bambi. She's quite a delight and she’s really good at giving head. She was born to do it.”
“There's nothing better than a blowjob, eh, Baxter?” Boris asked, leering at Mikey, who tried not to tremble.
Baxter chuckled and said, “I think Bambi will be the biggest slut when she has time to fuck after doing her chores. Anyway, later.”

XXXX

Baxter headed to the room where Leo and Casey were still making out.

They groped each other and were totally revolted, but Casey was also strangely turned on with Leo pressed against his bulge.

I should hate this, but kissin' Leo and him touchin' me feels kinda good. He's also an amazin' kisser. I see what Raph saw in him.

Casey French kissed Leo as he groped Leo's butt.

Leo’s eyes widened. He tried to shove Casey away, but he held Leo tightly and kept kissing him.

“That’s it Chantelle and Tiffani,” the thug said as he clapped his hands. “You’re doing great, especially you, Chantelle. Keep kissing Tiffani. Come on, my good little sissies. Good. Tiffani, stop resisting. You know you like it. Touch Chantelle.” Leo reluctantly reached behind Casey and grabbed his butt, which made him squeal. “Yes. Hump Tiffani, Chantelle. Do it.”

“No one’s humping anyone until I've finished my modifications,” Baxter announced as he entered the room. “My robots are busy, so this will have to do.” He aimed an immobilizing ray at Leo and Casey and turned them into statues. Then he injected Botox into Casey’s lips.

Baxter removed Leo’s clothing, quickly painted him gold all over, including his shell and tail and painted red hearts on his butt cheeks, stomach, thighs, shell and on the cheeks of his face and gave him yellow contacts.

“Why gold, Baxter?” the thug asked.
“Leonardo was always Splinter’s golden boy. Now he’ll be a golden and pretty slut.”
“Very clever.”
“I thought so," Baxter said as he injected Leo’s lips with Botox and then painted them gold. “The rest of her makeup’s fine.”

Baxter then placed a red bow around Leo’s tail and dressed him in a figure-hugging gold leather corset, which made his boobs nearly spill out. He then dressed Leo in gold sheer fishnet stockings and cut a hole in the front and back of the uniform for easy access for the clients. Then he forced his feet into gold 6-inch heels. To complete Leo's new look, Baxter gave him gold gloves, which went all the way up to his elbows, added a gold collar to the uniform with a cute red bow tie, glued on a gold headband and bunny ears and pinned a gold satin rosette over his right hipbone.

"Don’t forget the bows and tail,” the thug said.

Baxter chuckled, shoved a bunny tail with a white puff into Leo’s butt hole and added red bows to the back of his gloves, headband, the sides of his heels and where his vagina was.

“Truly gorgeous,” Baxter said as he admired his handiwork. “The paint, makeup, bunny ears and headband are all permanent, but we can change her clothing. All girls like a change. She's perfect for now. The bunny tail easily went in and will send a sexy charge through her body. She'll love how it feels inside her and against her butt cheeks. It’ll only be removed when she needs the bathroom and for anal penetration. I’m done.”

Baxter made a call. “Novak, where are you? I need your help.”
“Why? I’m on the way to check on Scarlett.”
“That can wait. You’re a filming whizz and I need your help filming something.”
“I don’t work for you,” Novak growled.
“I’m well aware, but the boss wants videos of the sisters, so please come here.” Baxter told him where he was.
“Fine,” Novak grumbled and disconnected the call.

Novak entered the lab five minutes later and said, “I have my cameras. Why are they frozen, Baxter?”
“So that I could make more changes to them. What do you think, Novak?”
“Chantelle isn’t really my thing, but Tiffani's very cute. I look forward to testing her out. Can we begin?”

Baxter unfroze Leo and Casey, who blinked in confusion.

“What happened?” Leo asked.
“I froze you,” Baxter replied. “So I could make more changes. What do you think of them?”

“A cute bunny tail,” Novak said. “Suits you, Tiffani. You’re adorable.”
“I’m not,” a blushing Leo said.

“What do you think, Chantelle?” Baxter said as he gazed at Casey, whose eyes had widened in surprise at Leo’s look.
"She’s beautiful,” Casey said as he stared hard at Leo, which made him redden. “I really like her outfit and I dunno why, but I’m also startin' to like the new me. I look so sweet.”
"She is. Here’s a mirror, Tiffani. Have a look at the stunning you,” Baxter said and handed Leo a mirror.

Leo looked at himself and was horrified.

I'd die now if I could. There's no trace of the former me. Golden boy turned golden playboy bunny. It's permanent, isn't it? Or is it? Maybe he's lying and there's a cure. Please let there be one. I can't be this forever. It's so embarrassing. Where are the others? I still haven't seen Raph. Is he okay?

“I want you to hump her, Chantelle,” Baxter said as he looked at Casey. “Do a good job if you don’t wish to be punished.”
“Yes, Baxter,” Casey said.

Novak hit the start button on his video camera.

Casey wrapped his arms around Leo and pulled him in for a deep and long kiss that he tried to resist, but Casey’s soft lips felt good against his and he couldn’t help returning the kiss.

Their tongues twined together as the kissing intensified and hands roamed. They were turned on and starting to enjoy themselves.

“Great job, sluts,” Novak said. “Keep going. Chantelle, hump her.”

Casey ground against Leo and his bulge rubbed against Leo’s vagina, which made him wet and beg to be rutted.

“Excellent,” Baxter said. “Do you like it, my sluts?”
“Yes,” Casey said and moaned. He licked Leo’s neck, which caused him to groan. “I love it and wanna cum so badly.”
“You can’t do that ever again, Chantelle, but you can go down on Tiffani. Would you like that, Tiffani?”

“Yes,” Leo said and groaned. He was surprised at how needy he was.

I wasn't like this before and had self-control. All I want to do now is cum. I should fight it, but it's pleasing. I need to cum so badly.

“Are you enjoying this, Chantelle?” Baxter said.
“I love it,” Casey said. “And bein' with Tiffani. She’s so hot and cute, especially the outfit and the hearts on her cheeks.”

“Tiffani, give Baxter a blowjob first. Then you can cum,” Novak said.
“Yes, Novak," Leo said.
“It’s Master to you, slut,” Novak shouted, his eyes blazing.
“Yes, Master,” Leo said meekly as he pulled away from Casey. He dropped to his knees and pulled Baxter’s pants down.

Leo licked around the base of Baxter’s cock and around the balls. Then he moved his tongue to the length of the shaft and pressed down.

Baxter groaned and said, “Keep going, Tiffani.”

Leo repeated it and then moved down to the other side. Then Leo slowly took the head in, sucked it and returned to licking while he massaged Baxter’s balls.

Baxter moaned in ecstasy and said, “Don’t stop, Tiffani.”

Leo sucked harder this time, took more of Baxter’s cock in and gazed at the villain, whose eyes were closed in sheer bliss.

The villain came a few minutes later and shot his essence down Leo's throat.

The emasculated turtle eagerly swallowed Baxter's cum and he pulled out.

“Clean me, slut,” Baxter ordered.

Leo nodded and licked Baxter clean. Then he looked up at Baxter and waited for praise.

“What, Tiffani?” Baxter asked.
“Was I good enough, Master?” a blushing Leo asked. He’d always loved praise from Splinter and now he needed it from Baxter.
"You were adequate," Baxter said as he pulled up his pants.
“Only adequate?” a crestfallen Leo asked.
“Yes. Not as good as Bambi.”
"I’m sorry, Master,” Leo said sadly. “I’ll try to be better.” Leo licked his lips clean and added, “I want to be good at it.”
“I should hope so, Tiffani."
“Master, who's Bambi?”
“Someone very special. Tiffani, did you like blowing me?”
“Yes, Master,” Leo said honestly. “I loved it so much and your cock felt good sliding down my throat.”
“Do you miss your former life?”
“I miss my brothers, but I don’t miss fighting. I never liked it. Serving you, Master, and my other masters is more fun. I hope I can make you proud of me.”
“Do you want to be a good cocksucker and slut, Tiffani?”
“Yes, Master. I want to suck cocks and be fucked. Serving you is better than leading. All I have to do here is obey and serve. It’s fun and I want to make you happy. I was born to be a cocksucker and slut.”
“Good,” Baxter said as he patted Leo’s head. “Novak, stop the filming. Chantelle and Tiffani, there are some chores to be done.”

“What about humpin'?” Casey asked.
“You can do that later," Baxter said. "Novak, can you make a DVD of today’s events and then meet me in twenty minutes?”

“Can do,” Novak said.
“Good,” Baxter said. “Come along, my pretty sluts.”

XXXX

Leo and Casey dutifully followed Baxter downstairs and unused to their heels, tried not to stumble.

Baxter stopped inside the weapons room and said, “I want you to clean the weapons, Chantelle. Tiffani, come with me.”

Leo followed Baxter to the kitchen.

"Tiffani," Baxter said. "I want you to clean the kitchen and tidy the cupboards.”
“Yes, Master,” Leo said obediently. “I was embarrassed about the tail at first, but I like it now and it feels kind of good inside me.”
“Excellent.”
"Master, I hope I’ll make you happy.”
“All things take time, Tiffani, so don’t lose hope. You’ll get there and will be such a fantastic slut that we’ll all be so proud of you. Later.”

Leo thought about all that had happened.

I was resisting it all, but kissing Casey was lovely and I couldn't help myself. Sucking Baxter was fun and more fun than fighting crime. I miss my brothers, especially Raph, but this life isn't that bad. I don't have to worry about leading and making decisions. That was extremely stressful and taxing. All I have to do is obey, which is less stressful. I'm gonna show my masters that I can be an awesome slut and I'll be even better than Bambi, whoever that is.

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Novak met Baxter in the living room, handed him the DVD and said, “What are you going to do with it, Baxter?”
“We'll show it to their old sensei when we have a greater collection of photos and films. He'll be so stunned when he sees his slutty sons. I just got a message from the boss about Doctor Atul Raj. He's due any minute.”
“The renowned plastic surgeon? Why?”
“I imagine the sisters need more modifications, but I don’t know what."
“Which of the sisters?”
“Scarlett.”

The front doorbell rang as if on cue.

Baxter opened the door and said, “Doctor Atul Raj, I believe. I’m Doctor Baxter Stockman and this is Novak.”
“Good evening or should I say morning,” Raj replied. “It’s after midnight. Where are the patients?”
“I’ll take you to lab eleven and Novak will bring the patient.”
“Very well.”

XXXX

Novak fetched some of his colleagues and went to Raphael’s room. They opened the bedroom door and saw that the room had been trashed.

Raphael had broken the mirror, ripped up the bed linen, emptied the contents of the drawers and thrown it all on the floor in a fit of rage. He was now trying to smash the window with a chair.

“Stop that,” Novak ordered.
Raphael turned and glared at the villain. “Who the fuck are ya?” he mouthed, his eyes stony.
“I’m Novak and I can lip-read. My grandmother was mute.”
“What do ya want? Where’s Leo?”
“Leo?”
“My mate, Leo. Where is he?”
“Tell you what,” Novak said and smiled amiably. “I’ll take you to Leo. How about that, Scarlett?”
“My name’s Raphael, jerkweed!” Raphael mouthed and bared his teeth. “Why would ya do that?” he added, narrowing his eyes.
“Because you want to see him. Come with us. No monkey business and you can see him. Promise.”
“How do I know ya can be trusted?”
“You don’t, but what choice do you have? You can sit here and mope or I can take you to Leo.”
“I wanna see him, but ya’d betta not be fuckin’ with me. I bear grudges.”
“Calm down, Scarlett.”
“I’m Raphael! I ain’t a fuckin’ girl, even though I got this get-up.”
“All right. Chill. You’ll see your Leo.”
“And this outfit? Can ya get ridda it? I hate it and the makeup.”
“We’ll see, but let’s go see Leo for now.”
“Yer lyin’ ta me, ain’t ya?” Raphael asked angrily, getting a nasty feeling in his gut. “Ya ain’t gonna take me ta Leo. Ya got somethin' sinister planned for me.”
“Now, Scarlett,” Novak said, straining to appear civil, because Raphael was getting on his nerves. “I know you’re stressed and anxious, but Leo’s waiting for you.”
“Bullshit. I ain’t goin’ nowhere with ya, ya fuckin’ sicko. I trust no one, especially afta someone neutered me. Ya know what bein' dickless is like? It’s fuckin’ humiliatin’! Ya ain’t gonna take me ta Leo. Yer gonna hurt me some more, ain’t ya?”
Novak’s patience had worn thin and he said, “This has to be done, as much as I like you, Scarlett."

The men tasered Raphael and he immediately crumpled to the floor, unable to move and passed out.

“Take her to the lab,” Novak ordered. “It’s time for surgery.”

The villains carried Raphael to the lab.

XXXX

Raphael was quickly stripped of his clothing, placed onto the stretcher plastron down and given a general anesthetic.

“Are you sure this creature needs a Brazilian butt lift, Doctor Stockman?” Raj asked. “It’s already very skinny.”
“Yes, but its butt is flat. My boss wants it perky and toned. You can do a tummy tuck when it has recovered.”
“I don’t think that’s necessary. Its tummy is already flat.”
“Just do your job. My boss doesn’t pay you to question him. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Stockman,” Raj said, deliberately not using Dr., because he didn’t appreciate Stockman’s tone.

Novak stood in the corner with folded arms as he watched Raphael and said, “Will Scarlett be okay, Doctor Raj?"
“I’ve done thousands of procedures, sir. She’ll be very sore for a while, but will make a complete recovery.”
“Good,” Novak said and heaved a relieved sigh. He hadn’t liked tasering Raphael, but there’d been no other option.
"Will there be anyone to help her after the surgery?”
“I will with whatever she needs.”

Raj made several tiny incisions to access the fatty areas of Raphael’s body: his thighs, abdomen and hips.

Novak was used to gore, but he winced when the doctor sliced into the turtle.

I don't think the surgery's necessary. Scarlett has a lovely butt, but the boss thinks she has to have it done, so I have to agree.

Raj then began the liposuction, removed the fat and had it processed and purified. Multiple injections of fat were then transferred to Raphael’s buttocks with a special surgical tool called a cannula. His butt would be sculpted by Raj and would look larger and rounder.

Raj closed the incisions and applied bandages to the treated areas when he was satisfied he'd given the appropriate amount of fats.

"I'm done,” Raj said as he wiped his brow with a cloth.
“When can we see results?” Baxter asked.
“The patient will experience swelling and bruising, but this'll subside after a few weeks. I’ll give pain medication to help with the discomfort. The results will be immediate, but the buttocks will be at their largest now and will slightly decrease in size as the patient heals. The final result and size of the new butt will be visible after three months of healing.”

Novak nodded and said, “Are the results permanent, Doctor Raj?”
“Yes, sir."
“What about after surgery care?”
“The patient shouldn’t sit on the buttocks for the first few weeks after surgery and should sleep on the stomach or sides. If the patient does sit, she must try to have her weight placed on her thighs. It’s two a.m. and the patient should be up and walking later today. I recommend this compression garment,” Raj said as he held it up. “It'll help improve the shape of the buttocks, expedite healing and minimize the amount of fluid formation.”
“How long should she wear it?”
“Up to six weeks. She can take it off for showering, because she can't bath and then don it again afterwards. She also shouldn't work or drive for at least three weeks. I can pop in tomorrow to check on her and in the weeks to come to see how she’s getting along. And if there is any yellow discharge or anything that you feel needs medical attention, call me. I'll leave my card.”

“Good,” Baxter said as he picked Raphael up and then put the compression garment on him. He placed Raphael down on the stretcher. “We’ll be in touch. Here’s your check,” he added and handed Raj a check.
“Thanks. I’ll come by tomorrow. Here’s my card if there are any issues tonight," Raj said and then left the room.

“You can stay and watch Scarlett, Novak," Baxter said. "She’ll wake up in a bit and will no doubt be anxious and hostile, which is her nature.”
“I can handle her, but I’ll have some of the guys stay with me in case.”
“Later," Baxter said and left the room.

Novak sat on a chair and waited for Raphael to wake up.

Raphael woke two hours later and gritted his teeth as pain radiated through him. He tried to get up when he found he was lying plastron down.

“No,” Novak said as he stood up. He approached the bed, looked into Raphael's eyes and said, "Lie still, Scarlett.”
“My name’s Raphael,” Raphael mouthed as his eyes blazed. “Why don' ya get that through yer fuckin’ thick skull?”
Novak shrugged and said, “That was your name, but not anymore. The sooner you accept that, the better it’ll be for you.”
“I’ll neva accept it, ya fuckin’ sicko. What the fuck did they do ta me? My ass hurts and I’m wearin’ some kinda garment, huh?”
“It’s a compression garment…”
“So, I did have surgery! What did they do ta me?”
“Brazilian butt lift. Boss thought your ass was too flat and you needed the op.”
“A butt lift? What the fuck! There was nothin' wrong with my ass. It was toned and firm from my years of workin’ out.”
“Calm down, Scarlett…”
“Raphael!”
“Stop being so stubborn. You’re a dickless ninja with boobs and a bulge and you want to be called Raphael. How pathetic. You aren’t manly enough for such a name. You’re neither a female nor a male. People could call you an it if they wanted to be cruel.”
Raphael’s eyes flashed and he bared his teeth. “Fuck ya. I ain’t an it. I’m a boy.”
“On the contrary. I’ll fuck you when you’re better and so will everyone. There’s nothing you can do about it, but to be kinder, I’ll call you a sissy male with boobs. I’m not calling you Raphael. He’s dead and so is your old life. Accept it. Your sisters have, Scarlett.”
“They may have, but I neva will. I got passion and an iron will and ya'll neva break me.”
“I love a challenge. My men will shoot you if you try to get up.” Novak pointed at the goons standing near him. “They'll escort you to the bathroom, but besides that you'll be flat on your stomach until you’re better. Your life is going to be one of forced servitude forever. You’ll love it and live for praise from me, your masters and whoever fucks you. You were tired of being in Leonardo’s shadow. Now’s your chance to shine and to show people you can be good at something, Scarlett. Even if it’s as just a sex toy. It’ll take time, but you’ll get there.”
“I hate ya!” Raphael growled voicelessly, his eyes flinty.
Novak smiled and said, “That’ll soon change and you’ll love my thick dick plunging into your sweet ass. You’ll be the perfect slut and have a gorgeous round and large butt. Consider yourself lucky that we rescued you from a boring ass life in the damp sewers and that you’ll never have to fight crime again. Have some pain pills. You need them.”

Raphael's blood boiled at the words. Fuck him. I'll neva let him break me. 

Novak got a glass of water and a pill and said, “Open up, Scarlett.”
“Raph…”
“SCARLETT!” Novak said as he backhanded Raphael across his face, which made his head spin. “Raphael’s dead. You’re Scarlett, the seductive and sensuous slut.”
Raphael accepted the pill, swallowed and drank from the glass that Novak pressed against his lips. Then he mouthed, “I’ll neva stop fightin’ ya. It’s in my nature. Nothin' ya can do will eva break me and I don' believe ya about my bros. They'd neva agree ta be sluts.”
“Little do you know,” Novak said and sniggered.

Feeling sleepy, Raphael closed his eyes and thought about his situation.

They'll neva win and I'll neva give up. I'll find Leo and my otha bros and we'll get outta here.

Chapter Text

Novak's friend, a blonde, blue eyed, muscular, eighteen-year-old named Luka, approached Don's cage and said, "Good morning, Alpha turtle."
"What time is it?" Don asked. He stood up, gripped the cage bars and glared at the thug.
"Three a.m."
"Where are my brothers? What the hell have you people done to them?"
"They're being taken care of, Alpha turtle. Relax."
"I want to see them. Take me to them now," Don hissed.
"Not possible. You'll see them when their modifications have been finalized. Please continue to enjoy our hospitality until then. I trust your room is to your liking."
"I WANT MY BROTHERS!"
"Want never gets, Alpha turtle."
"STOP CALLING ME THAT! MY NAME'S DONATELLO!"
"It's Alpha turtle and you'll soon see why," Luka said and sniggered. "Later."

Don sat on the ground and mulled over the conversation. 

What modifications?  What happened to my brothers? Are they okay? Where the hell are they? I need to see them, especially Leo. Leo, where are you, my love?

XXXX

Meanwhile, a frustrated and worried April was with Irma at the club, Epic.

"I'm concerned, Irma," April said and sipped her soda as they sat at the bar. "Casey's not answering his phone. It's three a.m. He promised he'd meet me hours ago. I hope he hasn't gone off on his own."
"He'll turn up," Irma said nonchalantly. "Wow. Look at that hunk over there," she added and stared open-mouthed at a dark haired guy walking past.
"I'm worried about Case and you're checking out the talent. Honestly, Irma," April scolded and frowned.
"Sorry, but there are so many gorgeous men here and they're foreign sounding. Maybe they're rich and are looking for a wife."
April rolled her eyes and muttered, "Some things never change. I'll be right back. I need the bathroom."
"I do too."

XXXX

The friends made a beeline for the bathroom and went into a stall.

April dialed Casey's number and said, "Pick up, Case. Come on." Getting voicemail, she left a message and she and Irma left the bathroom.

XXXX

The girls were on the way back to the bar, when April saw a well-known Russian mobster named Dimitri Popov head to one of the back rooms. Curious, April fished her video camera out of her handbag and went to investigate.

"I think this is a bad idea, April," Irma whispered.
"Hush, Irma. We could be onto a real scoop!"

The girls stopped outside a door that Popov entered.

April peeped through the keyhole and saw that the Russian mobster was unzipping his pants and talking to a scantily clad blonde who looked to be about fifteen.

The bastard's so busted! Violating underage girls. I'm going to...

"What do you think you're doing, girly?" a male voice demanded from behind April.
"I, uh, am looking for the bathroom," April stammered as she turned around.

"I told you it was a bad idea, April," Irma hissed.

"Nice cam you've got there," the guy said. He grabbed the cam from April and tossed it on the floor.
It broke and April said crossly, "Thanks a lot, chump. My boss is going to be mad!"
"I recognize you. You're that April O'Neil chick. Snooping for a story, are we? Your investigation days are done." The thug shouted something in Russian and several men appeared.
"Look, let's chat about this," April said and gulped. "Let me go and I'll…"
"You're not going anywhere, lady. Tie them up and throw them in the East River."

"But Dragon," a dark haired man April recognized as the one Irma had swooned over said. "I have a better idea."
"Yes, Vlad?"
"Those girls will fit in with the establishment. The clients will love them. Their boobs look a bit flat, but that can be rectified. Maybe some other plastic surgery, especially for the brunette. She's a little mousy."
"Good call. Take them to the truck."

"Mousy?" Irma snapped. "I'm not mousy. Tell them, April, that I had a date with…"
"I'm not going anywhere with you buffoons," April yelled.

April tried to run and was followed by Irma, but they were quickly caught by two men, hogtied and gagged. Then they felt pinpricks in their sides.

April realized she'd been drugged and she was powerless.

Bastards. They've injected us. 

The drug took effect and she and Irma closed their eyes.

The passed out girls were tossed in the back of a van.

"Drive them to the boss's house, Vlad," Dragon said.
"All right. Later."

XXXX

Vlad pulled up outside Sergei's house and he and some of his colleagues went inside with the girls.

"What, have we here, Vlad?" Sergei asked.
"Miss O'Neil, the reporter, was poking her nose around in the back. I thought she and her friend should come here, rather than getting rid of her. They'd be perfect for your business, Boss, when they've had some work done, namely bigger tits and butt implants. The usual."
"Excellent. Two natural females will be a welcome addition. I'll call Baxter. Take them to operating room four."
"Yes, Boss."

XXXX

Vlad and his friends carried the girls to operating room four and dumped them onto stretchers.

Ten minutes later, Baxter and Sergei arrived with two dresses and other accessories they'd need.

"Ah. You have Miss O'Neil and her ugly friend, Boss," Baxter said.
"That's right," Sergei said. "I want you to transform them into perfect sluts. Use your imagination."

Baxter undressed Irma and painted her front mint green. He then painted red hearts on her nipples, thighs, butt cheeks and stomach. Then he turned to her face and painted it green with red hearts on her face cheeks. Then he injected her lips with Botox, applied pink blush, black lipstick, black mascara and pink eyeshadow.

"Nice so far, Baxter," Sergei said as he watched Baxter paint Irma's fingernails and toenails black.
"Thanks, Boss."

Baxter turned Irma over, painted her green and painted hearts on her butt cheeks.

"Lift her and hold her so that she's standing," Baxter said. "I need to dress her."

Vlad picked Irma up, placed her onto her feet and placed a hand on her back to prevent her from falling.

Baxter then dressed Irma in a green corset and tightly cinched it around her waist. It was followed by a green push-up bra. Next was a green G-string, which failed to cover her ass cheeks.

Baxter slid green pantyhose on Irma all the way up to her thighs and then put a black garter on her, which ran up to her left knee. He attached them to the back of the G-string. Then he slipped a revealing green and tight latex dress over her head, which only just covered her boobs. The dress was extremely skimpy and only just covered her panties, meaning that they'd be exposed when she bent over. Then Baxter placed green gloves on Irma, which went up to her elbows. Next were 6-inch green stilettos.

The accessories were next. Baxter added black bows to the back of the dress, the heels, where her vagina was and the back of the gloves and gave her green contacts. Then he poured a potion on her head, which immediately removed all of her hair.

"It's permanent," Baxter said. Then he glued a long green wig on her head, glued on a black headband and added green bows to the back of it. "She's done. What do you think, Boss?"
"Very nice, Baxter. I approve," Sergei said and nodded at two of his men. "Take Destiny to a bedroom and lock the door. We'll check on her later." His men complied and left with Irma. "Now transform Miss O'Neil, Baxter."

Vlad picked April up and holding her so that she didn't topple over, placed her onto her feet.

Then Baxter quickly painted her entire body yellow, which was followed by pink hearts on her nipples, thighs, stomach and butt cheeks. Baxter then turned his attention to April's face, injected her lips with Botox and painted pink hearts on the cheeks of her face. Then he applied yellow lipstick, pink blush, blue eyeshadow, mascara and painted April's fingernails and toenails yellow. Baxter then poured a potion on April's head, which removed her hair and glued a pink wig and yellow headband on her head.

"Now for the clothing," Baxter said.

He dressed April in a yellow corset and tightly cinched it around her waist. It was followed by a yellow push-up bra. Next was a yellow G-string, which failed to cover her ass cheeks.

Baxter slid yellow pantyhose on April all the way up to her thighs and then put a yellow garter on her, which ran up to her left knee. He attached them to the back of the G-string. Then he slipped a yellow skintight latex dress over her head, which went just above her boobs. The dress was extremely short and only just covered her panties, meaning that they'd be exposed when she bent over. Then Baxter placed yellow latex gloves on April, which went up to her elbows. Next were 6-inch yellow stilettos.

The accessories were next. Baxter added pink bows to the back of the dress, to the back of the heels, where April's vagina was, to the back of the gloves, the headband and gave her yellow contacts.

"Now she's finished," Baxter said as he studied his handiwork. "What do you think, boss?"
"You're a genius, Baxter," Sergei said as he gleefully clapped his hands. "Fantasy and Destiny will make us rich too. Vlad, take Fantasy to a bedroom and lock her up. I'll visit her later."

"Yes, Boss," Vlad said as he picked April up. Then he exited the room.

"Great job again, Baxter," Sergei said. "How are my sissies doing?"
"Thank you, Boss. Tiffani's cleaning the kitchen, Chantelle's cleaning the weapons, Bambi's busy in the laundry room and Scarlett's recovering after her operation."
"The Brazilian butt lift?"
"Yes."
"My client will be extremely pleased. He's particularly enamoured with Scarlett. I can't see why," Sergei said with a shrug. "She was always a brute, but to each their own. See you tomorrow. I'm going to get some sleep. Night."
"Night, Boss. I'm going to do the same thing."

XXXX

Meanwhile, Irma had woken up in her room. Blinking in confusion and gazing around the room, Irma muttered, "Where am I? The last thing I remember is being nabbed by those goons. I must have been taken to their house. I have to get out of here. Where's April? I hope she's okay."

Irma stood up and ran to the door. Finding it locked, she cursed. She rummaged through a dresser and tried to find something to pick the lock. Not finding anything, she cursed again and continued looking.

Passing a mirror, she stared at herself in utter mortification and screamed, "I'm a monster! What have they done to me? I'm a frigging freak like April's pals and I hate the color green!" Then she fainted and hit the ground with a thud.

Chapter Text

Novak stared at a sleeping Raphael and grinned as he thought about the fun he'd have with her.

I can't wait until Scarlett's recovered and I can fuck her senseless. Girls love it when guys are rough. That's exactly what this bitch needs to learn and that women are inferior. Dad put Mom in her place and she's meek, never challenges him and does the chores like a good wife. Scalett will soon be as tame. Acceptance and dominance are the secret to a long relationship, not love. Love is for pussies.

Novak's phone rang. He cursed under his breath and then said, “Yeah?”
“Novak, a word in my office,” Sergei said.
“Okay, Boss.”

Novak hung up, glanced at Raphael and said, “Enjoy your rest, Scarlett. I’ll be back now.”

He left two men with Raphael, exited the room and headed to his boss’s study.

XXXX

Novak entered the study and his jaw dropped. Three people he hadn't expected to see were seated on the black leather couch.

“Novak,” Danijela, his gray haired, dark eyed and slim mom said as she stood up. She went over to him and hugged him.
“Mom, what are you doing here?” Novak asked when they’d disengaged. “Dad. Who's that?”

“That is your son,” Zoran, Novak’s dad said, pointing at a little dark haired and dark eyed boy, who was the spitting image of his dad and who appeared to be six-years-old. Novak’s dad was white haired, dark eyed and rotund from his love of fine dining and alcohol. “His name is Maksim.”

“I’ll be outside if you need me,” Sergei said and left the room.

“I don’t understand,” Novak said. “A son? Since when?”
“Bojana, your ex, was his mother and she decided to raise him on her own,” Zoran said. “She was tragically killed last week in a robbery gone wrong. She was working late at night at a grocery store. The kid was with a neighbor. Bojana had no family. We were listed as the next-of-kin, but we’re too old to look after a young boy. We’re in our sixties, Novak, so we thought you…”
“No. I can’t do it,” Novak said furiously. “Why didn’t you dump him at an orphanage? He’d have been better off there. I don’t have the time or inclination to raise a kid.”
“I had thought of that,” Zoran said and glared at his wife, who cringed and bowed her head. “But for once your mother stood up to me and said that you should raise him. I agreed. I am old and I don’t want to look after a kid. It'd give me less time for my golf and my women. Your mother's frail and on the way out. She has cancer and doesn’t need to spend the last few months of her life running after a kid.”
“But…”
“Silence!” Zoran snapped as his jowls quivered with rage. “You will take the brat.”

A frightened Maksim had been studying the ground and playing with his hands. He’d had a happy life with his mom, who’d been sweet and caring, but his life had gone to hell after her death. Placed with his grandparents who he’d never met, the boy had cried himself to sleep the first night and every night afterwards. His grandmother had been gentle with him and he liked her, but he missed his mother and he was petrified of his grandfather, who constantly shouted at and hit his wife. Now he was going to be dumped with another stranger, Novak, his dad and he didn’t sound like he was any nicer than his grandfather.

Maksim blinked back tears as he thought about his mom. I miss Mommy so much. Why did she have to die?

“We’ll be in town for a week or so, Novak,” Zoran said. “I expect you to show us around.”
“Fine,” Novak angrily grit out, his dark eyes stony. “But I’m telling you now I won’t be a good dad and I have a lot of work to do.”
“I've already talked to your boss. He said you can show us around. He’s very proud of you. So am I. Come on, Danijela. We need to leave.”

Danijela crouched down beside Maksim, lifted his chin and said as she blinked back tears, “Don’t cry, sweetheart. You’re going to have a good life with your daddy.”
“Granny, don’t go,” Maksim pleaded as tears ran down his face.
“I have to, little one, but I will see you soon. I love you.”

“Danijela,” Zoran said. “Come along. Goodbye, Maksim. Be good for your papa.”
“Goodbye,” Maksim said. “Goodbye, Granny. I love you too.”

Novak's parents left the room.

Maksim wept as he stared fearfully at his dad.

“Stop sniveling, Maksim,” Novak scolded. “You’re lucky you’re here. I’ll take you to your room. Come on, kid,” Novak said impatiently when Maksim didn’t move.
“I’m scared,” Maksim bleated. “And I miss Granny.”
“You’ll see her soon. Come with me now, unless you want a spanking. Get the fuck up, kid.”

A whimpering Maksim stood up and followed his dad down a long corridor.

XXXX

Novak stopped and opened a door a while later.

"This is your room, Maksim," he said and went inside.

Maksim followed him.

"Get in bed, Maksim,” Novak ordered.
“Will you tell me a story, Daddy?”
“Don’t call me that. My name’s Novak. I won't. I have things to do. Get in bed. I’m probably not even your dad anyway. Your mother was a slut and slept with everything on two legs. Goodnight,” Novak hissed as he left the room and then slammed the door behind him.

The little boy crawled into bed and sobbed bitterly. His tears dripped onto the bed linen.

I want Mommy and Granny. Daddy's so mean. I want my old home and I miss my friends. Why did Mommy have to die?

XXXX

Leo had finished cleaning two cupboards. He was cleaning another one when a thought entered his head.

Why the fuck am I doing this? I'm not a slave or a playboy bunny. I'm Leonardo, a boy. I have to find the guys and get out of here. I'll try the front door and escape. Then I'll get April. She'll help me rescue the guys. 

Leo headed to the living room as quickly as he could in his heels. Finding them a hindrance, he pulled them off and tossed them on the floor.

Much better.

He ran to the front door and tried to open it.

“You won’t be able to escape,” a male voice said. Whirling around, Leo saw Novak. “That door’s triple locked, Tiffani,” Novak said. “And there are electric fences outside and guard dogs, as well as countless guards.”
“I'll find a way to escape,” Leo said defiantly, his golden eyes stony.
“The only way you’ll achieve that is through death and seeing that my boss doesn’t wish for that to happen, you’re stuck here, Tiffani. I suggest you be a good little maid and go about your chores or I’ll have to discipline you.”
“My name's Leonardo, asshole,” Leo snapped.
Novak sighed and said, “Stubborn, like Scarlett, I see. Is it a family trait?”
“Who the hell's Scarlett?”
“Let’s just say she’s far sexier now than she was as Raphael,” Novak said and smirked. “Really hot and her gorgeous ass was made for my rod.”
“Raph?” Leo said, his eyes widening in shock as he realized what Novak meant. “You hurt Raph?” Leo screamed and sprang at Novak.

Leo knocked Novak to the ground and tried to pin him down, however, now that Leo was female, Novak was significantly stronger than him and he was able to overpower Leo. He pinned the emasculated turtle down and placed his hands behind his back.

The villain yelled for his colleagues and restrained Leo with one hand while he used the other to smash his fist into Leo’s face.

Blood oozed from Leo’s busted lip and he tried not to moan.

“You stupid reptile!" Novak shouted as his colleagues arrived. “You’ll pay for disobeying.” He nodded at his colleagues and said, “Tiffani’s been naughty and it’s time for me to show her who’s boss.”

XXXX

The villains dragged Leo to a room and strapped him to the bed with the bed linen.

Novak's colleagues then left the room.

Leo looked at Novak and said, “You’ll never break me.”
“Want to bet?” Novak asked and smiled sadistically as he picked up a jar off the dresser. “Look at this, Tiffani. Such a limp dick. I’m positive it was impressive when it was at full attention. Raphael was extremely endowed. What a loss for him. All he has now is a beautiful bulge. Do you like it? His balls from his lower plastron are also quite something. I know you didn't see them, because they were in his lower plastron, so have a look at them now."

Leo felt sick to his stomach as he gazed at the balls and the limp purple dick in the jar. He'd worshipped the purple cock. It'd been one of the parts he’d loved most about his mate.

Raph must be traumatized. He was so proud of his cock. Shit. Poor Raph. What else has this madman done to him?

Leo sucked in a breath and said, “Is Raphael okay?”
“Raphael is dead," Novak said. "Only Scarlett remains. I’m going to fuck you and you’re going to see who's boss, Tiffani. Me. You’ll be good."

Novak undressed and flipped Leo onto his plastron.

“You’re going to love this. Scarlett does, like the whore she is," Novak said. "You shouldn’t be upset about Scarlett’s transition. She was a thug before it. Now she’s a delicate princess and sweet and loving. Well, she will be by the time I’m done with her. She'll be meek and obedient. No more cursing either. Just a beautiful and obedient girl, like all girls should be.”

Novak thrust into Leo’s ass and hoped he'd screech.

Leo didn't scream. He gritted his teeth as the thrusts intensified.

It's fucking sore, but I won't give him the satisfaction of crying and I won't give up on getting out of here. I'll look for Raph and the others tomorrow and I'm gonna look for a phone to call April. We will get out of here, so don't give up, bros. I will find a way for us to escape. 

Novak finished abusing Leo, dressed and said, "You were fun, Tiffani, but you really need to improve.”
“How is Rap-Scarlett?” Leo asked as he ignored his throbbing ass, which leaked cum.
“Scarlett’s sensational. A real beauty. I'll let you see her later today if you behave.”
“You’re right,” Leo said. He knew he badly had to see Raphael. They could discuss a way of escaping together. “I’ve been a bad slut. I’m sorry, Master. I’ll behave from now on and do all you say. Thank you for fucking me. I enjoyed it and I’ll become better.”
“Good slut,” Novak said, believing Leo and patting his head. “You can rest here. I’ll come and get you in the morning.”

Novak called his colleagues who untied Leo. Then they all left the room and locked the door.

Leo thought about his emerald skinned lover.

Hold on, Raphie. I'll see you tomorrow. I love you so much. We'll find a way of escaping and of getting back to our old selves. I promise.

Chapter Text

The next morning, June 29, Leatherhead, Slash and the Rat King were huddled together in a corner of their cage, when Sergei and several of his men approached the cage.

“Good morning, beasts,” Sergei said. “How are you enjoying your stay?”
“Let me out,” Leatherhead snarled. “I’m no one’s pet, by gumbo.
“You’re an interesting specimen, crocodile."

“Let us out,” Slash yelled, standing up and gripping the cage bars.
“I might,” Sergei said. “If you agree to do something for me.”

“What do you want?” the Rat King asked.
“I want you to recruit mutants for my business,” Sergei said. “If you can’t find any, then male humans. You'll be able to move freely and will be paid."

Leatherhead, the Rat King and Slash looked at one another and quickly discussed the matter.

Then Slash said, “We agree.”
“Good,” Sergei said and unlocked the cage. “You will call me Master.”

Slash said when they were free, "Master, I had fun with my slaves in the sewers. What happened to them?”
“I have the Turtles," Sergei said. "And they're beautiful. You can see them later, but now go out and do your job.”

“Yes, Master,” Leatherhead said and he and his two friends left the building.

XXXX

Meanwhile, Leo was waking up when Novak opened his bedroom door. He was flanked by two colleagues.

“Good morning, Tiffani,” Novak said.
“It’s Leonardo,” Leo said crossly, standing up and glaring at the villain.
“Tiffani, you promised you’d behave and you aren't by correcting me. Perhaps I need to discipline you. It’d be such a shame or maybe I should discipline Scarlett instead.”
“No, no,” Leo said quickly, terrified he’d hurt Raphael. “No need. I’ll do whatever you want. Just tell me.”
“Blow me,” Novak said crudely as he pointed at his crotch. “Do a good job and I’ll take you to Scarlett.”
“Yes, Master.

Leo went over to Novak and dropped to his knees. Then Leo pulled down Novak’s pants and his boxers and trying not to gag, took Novak’s cock in his mouth.

The villain closed his eyes in ecstasy as Leo sucked and deep-throated him.

It wasn’t long before he came and shot his essence down Leo’s throat.

Novak pulled out with a plop and said, "Lick me clean, Tiffani, and don’t spill a drop.”
“Yes, Master,” Leo said and quickly licked him clean. “How was I, Master?”
“Honestly, you have a lot to learn, but you’ll be a good cocksucker before long if you listen to advice. I know accepting your new life is hard, Tiffani, but you have no choice, so listen and learn. It’ll be easier for you if you do. Understand?”
Leo wished he could punch his lights out, but he badly wanted to see Raphael, so he swallowed his fury and meekly said, “Yes, Master. I’ll give you no problems and I’ll do my utmost to ensure you’re always satisfied.”
“That’s a good girl,” Novak said condescendingly and patted Leo’s head. “Now, what's your name?” he asked as he pulled up his boxers.
"Tiffani."
"Yes," Novak said and pulled up his pants. "Leonardo's effectively dead. You’re tantalizing Tiffani and a stunning slut. Don’t forget it.”
“What about my other brothers? Are they okay?”
“You have no brothers, Tiffani. Your heels are in the living room. We’ll get them and then you can see Scarlett. She asked about you. Perhaps you can tell her that her situation isn’t going to change and make her see that she has to behave. She’s been resistant so far. This way.”
“Wait a minute, Master. Is my look permanent?”
“It is. You'll stay this way, even if you escape. Don’t look sad. You’re gorgeous. Look at your beautiful clothes, makeup and those luscious and plump lips. You have to admit that you’re sexy and that those clothes look fantastic on you. You should be pleased that we bothered making you look this attractive.”
“I want to see my bro…”
“Sister. Scarlett's your sister. Repeat after me.”
“Rap-Scarlett's my sister.”
“Excellent. Come along, Tiffani.”

XXXX

They briefly stopped in the living room to get Leo’s heels.

Leo saw a maid wearing pink clothing, who was vacuuming.

“This is Bambi, Tiffani,” Novak said. “Bambi, stop a minute.”

Mikey switched off the vacuum cleaner and looked up to see a golden figure.

Is that Leo?

“Tiffani, meet Bambi,” Novak said and added with a smirk, “Your sister. Isn’t she pretty?”

The two Turtles stared at each other with dropped jaws.

Leo broke the silence and said, “Mikey? You look so different.”
“You too, Leo. All golden. Well, you were always the golden child.”
“And you were always the one most in touch with your feminine side. Have you seen Donny or Raph?”
“Nope. I’ve been busy cleaning.”

“Reunion over,” Novak said coldly. “You can maybe chat later. Come along, Tiffani. Bambi, you can clean the bathrooms when you're done here.”
“Yes, Master,” Mikey said obediently.

“Yes, Master,” Leo said. He slipped on his heels and tottered after Novak.

XXXX

Novak opened a door a few minutes later and said, “This is Scarlett’s recovery room. Scarlett, you have a visitor.”

Raphael got to his feet when he saw Leo. He ran at him and punched his jaw.

“Raph, what the hell?” Leo said, shoving Raphael away and rubbing his jaw.
“Traitor! Cheater!” Raphael mouthed.
“I don’t lip-read. Raph, what the hell’s wrong?”

“I do,” Novak said. “She says you’re a traitor and a cheater.”

“No, Raph," Leo said.
"Scarlett,” Novak corrected. “Scarlett. Damn it, Tiffani. You’re trying my patience and you don’t want me pissed at you.”

Leo sighed and said, “Scarlett, what’s wrong?”
Raphael glared at him and mouthed, “Yer fuckin’ Casey and ya've been doin’ it behind my back. I saw ya yesterday. How could ya do that ta me, Leo?”

Novak said, “You’ve been screwing Chantelle behind her back and she saw you do it yesterday.”

“What?” a shocked Leo said. “No. They made us do it, Ra-Scarlett. I wouldn’t cheat on you. I love you so much and wouldn’t do anything to hurt you. Believe me, baby. I love you. Please.”
“Go ta hell,” Raphael mouthed and turned his shell on Leo.

“I’ll give you two minutes alone and then I’ll return,” Novak said and left the room.

Leo sighed and placed a hand on Raphael’s shoulder.

The red turtle tensed, but didn’t turn around.

“Raphie,” Leo whispered. “I’ve never cheated on you. You’re the love of my life, my heart, my soul, my everything. They made me sleep with Casey and I hated it. Turn around and look at me, my love, please.”

Raphael turned around and Leo saw tears falling down his face.

Leo gently thumbed them away and said, “It’s true. I love you. I also love Mikey, but I love you most. It saddens me that you don’t believe me.”
“I dunno what ta say,” Raphael said voicelessly.
“I wish I could understand you, Raphie. What the hell have they done to you, my brave, strong mate?”
“Sissified me. I don' believe ya, Leo. I saw ya. Ya were all ova him and looked so in love. Yer just upset, cuz I caught ya. Go away, Leo,” Raphael mouthed angrily. He shoved Leo away and glared at him.
“So, you don’t believe me.”
“No,” Raphael mouthed as he shook his head. “Fuck ya and fuck off! We’re ova.”

“Time’s up,” Novak announced as he entered the room with a few of his colleagues. “You have work to do, Tiffani. Scarlett, you need to rest. Let me first explain once and for all. Your condition's irreversible. Forever. You both need to behave or your lives will be extremely unpleasant. Tiffani, I’m talking to you. Do you understand?”
“Master, I do, but tell Scarlett I love her,” Leo said dismally.
“Scarlett knows and doesn’t believe you. Come along, Tiffani.”
"I love you, Raphie," Leo said and then he followed his master out of the room.

XXXX

A heartbroken Leo blinked back tears as Novak led him to a room.

They went inside.

"Lie down and spread your legs, Tiffani," Novak said and undressed.

Broken after the breakup and feeling like he had nothing to live for, Leo climbed onto the bed, lay down and spread his legs.

Novak spread them wider, thrust his dick into him and pounded away. They came a few minutes later. Novak’s seed filled Leo to the brim and some of it dripped down his thighs.

Novak pulled out and said, “Not bad, Tiffani. Better than your blowing skills, although both will improve. Why are you weeping? You moaned, so I know you enjoyed it.”
“It’s Ra-Scarlett. I love her.”
“Love, schmove. Stop being a pussy, Tiffani, and accept the facts. Scarlett doesn’t love you and doesn’t care.”
“I suppose,” Leo sniffed.
“I’m right. You don’t need love. All you need are many massive cocks filling you and you’ll get plenty of them. I see a good future for you and your sisters and my boss will be extremely wealthy.”
“Master, yes. I’ll be a good slut. The best.”
“I doubt you’ll be the best, but you'll hopefully be better. What do you think of Scarlett’s new look?”
“I loved her as Ra,” Leo began and was slapped across the face by Novak. Rubbing his face, Leo said, “I think she’s extremely beautiful and she’ll be a great asset to the business.”
“Indeed she will. Her ass will be the most used,” Novak said with a grin as he dressed. “And her ass will be huge. I’ll be back with some breakfast in a while."

Novak kissed Leo's lips and then he left the room.

Leo thought about his hotheaded lover.

I'm devastated about Raph, but I won't give up on winning him back or escaping this hellhole. I'll do what the assholes want in the meantime and gradually gain their trust. Then I'll spring the others free. I don't believe our condition is irreversible. Donny will find a cure.

XXXX

Novak returned to Raphael’s room with breakfast on a tray a little later and placed it on a dresser.

"Breakfast, Scarlett," Novak said as he approached the red turtle who was lying plastron down on the stretcher. “Scrambled eggs. I know you’re hungry.”
“No,” Raphael mouthed and shook his head.
“Don’t be stubborn, Scarlett. You need your strength." Novak picked up the plate of eggs and placed it on the bed in front of Raphael. “I don’t want a sickly girl.”

Raphael reluctantly picked up the fork and began to eat.

“Good girl,” Novak said as he patted Raphael's head.
“I’m a boy!” Raphael said as he glared at him.
“You’re not, Scarlett. Stop being difficult and accept the facts. You’re an extremely beautiful young girl now and going to be a slut. Tiffani and the others have accepted it.”
“It don' mean I gotta. I’ll neva be subservient ta ya or no one else and I’ll find a way of escapin’ or my name ain't Raphael,” Raphael said as he looked at him defiantly.
“It isn’t Raphael, you insolent girl!” Novak screamed and backhanded him across his face. "SCARLETT!”
“Careful. Yer gonna give yerself an apoplexy,” Raphael mouthed and then he forked more egg into his mouth. “This is great. Ya got more?”
Novak glowered at Raphael and said, “I will break you.”
“Many have tried and failed. So will ya.”

There was a knock on the door.

Sergei opened it and entered the room. He was with several of his men and a striking dark haired and eyed Japanese woman who wore a blue silk kimono. She appeared to be in her mid-sixties and looked like she was a tough nut. Her face was set in a scowl as she stared at Raphael.

Raphael stared back and tried to look unafraid, even as fear crept into his heart. He had a feeling the woman was going to have a huge impact on his life and not in a positive way.

"That creature is perfect," the woman said as she pointed at Raphael. “How much for Scarlett?”
Raphael mustered up his courage and mouthed, “I ain’t no commodity ta bargain ova!”
Unfortunately for him, the woman could read lips and said, “Shut up and know your place, creature. You’re a money-making thing and that’s it. You have no rights. Nothing. You're there to please the customers. That's all you’ll ever be and you’ll love being it. Do you understand, girly?” she asked as she lifted Raphael’s chin and stared intently into his eyes.
“Fuck ya,” Raphael mouthed and spat at her. He smirked when the spit landed in her left eye.

Infuriated, the woman lashed out and backhanded Raphael across his face, which made him wince and rub his smarting cheek.

“You’ll learn to listen," she said. "Novak, you’re known as a disciplinarian. Why haven’t you put it in its place?”
“We're still going through the ropes, but we’ll get there.”
“I see. Well, I’ve had worse, who are now meek lambs. It will be too. How much, Sergei?”

“Do you want it permanently? I’m loath to lose my greatest assets," Sergei said.
“Yes. How about a fixed cost of ten million for all four? Will that be enough?” the woman asked.
“Twenty is more agreeable.”
“Very well. I will agree for such fine specimens and for the others too.”
"No. It’s twenty for the four Turtles and extra for the others.”
“You drive a hard bargain. I’ll only take the Turtles. Wrap cute bows around their middles and place them in large gift wrapped boxes. They are birthday gifts, after all. I want them delivered to my house by four p.m. And, sweetheart,” she said as she bent down and looked Raphael in the eyes. “I'll have your eyes gouged out If you pull that stunt again. Do you understand me?” she added, raising her voice.

She smacked Raphael's face when he didn't show he understood, which made him wince again.

"I asked you a question, Scarlet," she said. "It'd be wise if you showed me you understand, otherwise I’ll beat you.” Knowing she meant what she said, Raphael nodded once. "Good. Always remember you’re inferior, girly.” She stood up and said, “Sergei, do that thing I asked you to do before you send them to me.”
“I will, Miyoko. It's always wonderful doing business with you.”
Miyoko smiled and said, “Novak, see you later. Toodles, Scarlett. Get your rest. You'll need it for what I have planned.”

Another shiver went down Raphael’s spine after Miyoko and Sergei had left the room.

Raphael looked at Novak and mouthed, “Who was that?”
“Someone you don’t want to upset,” Novak said. “If you think I’m harsh, well, you’ve seen nothing yet.”
“But who is she?”
“You’ll know soon enough. Rest."

Knowing he wasn’t going to get anything out of Novak, Raphael finished his breakfast.

Then he closed his eyes and thought about the conversation between Sergei and Miyoko.

Who is that woman and who's she buying us for? Whose birthday?

Chapter Text

Mikey and Leo were taken to one of the laboratories and told to sit down.

“What are you gonna do, Master?” Leo asked.
“Shut up, Tiffani,” Sergei snapped. “Begin, Novak.”

“You’re not gonna hurt us, are you?” Mikey asked fearfully.
“Yes, Boss,” Novak said. “Shut up, Bambi, or you’ll feel my fists.”
“Sorry,” Mikey said and gulped nervously.

Novak aimed one of his favorite weapons, a shrinking ray at the Turtles. They shrank until they were five foot, which was the desired size that their new master wanted and the details of which had been programmed into the machine.

“All done, Bambi," Novak said. “Stand up. We want to see you.”
“Whoa,” Mikey said as he studied himself. “We’re much smaller.”

“Indeed,” Sergei said. “Smaller and more petite. I shall miss you girls, but your master said I may borrow you sometimes. What do you think, Tiffani? You’re quiet.”
“Who's our new master?” Leo asked.
“Someone you don’t want to upset. Take them to the packaging room, Novak.”

“Come with me, sluts,” Novak ordered. “And don’t dawdle.”

“I think they look great,” Luka said as he ogled Leo.

Leo wondered as he and Mikey followed Novak to the packaging room, where they were going.

XXXX

Novak pressed a button and one of the giant robots picked Leo up. He gasped in surprise and tried to escape, but it was futile, because the robot’s grip was tight. Novak pressed another button. A second robot picked Mikey up and a third wrapped a giant golden bow around Leo’s middle. Then it placed him in a huge golden box and tightly sealed it with sticky tape. It then punched in holes so that Leo could breathe and attached a golden bow to the box. Leo’s box was then propped up against the wall.

Mikey was next. The first robot wrapped a huge pink bow around his middle and the third robot punched holes in a large pink box. Mikey was then placed into the box and it was tightly sealed with sticky tape. Then a large pink bow was attached to the top of it. Mikey ready, he was propped up against the wall next to Leo.

“I’ll be back now, Luka,” Novak said. “Keep an eye on the sisters.”

XXXX

Novak went to the room where Raphael was.

"Right, Scarlett," Novak said. "Time to get you ready for your new master.”
“Fuck off,” Raphael mouthed and growled voicelessly.
Novak’s eyes flashed dangerously as he backhanded him across his face. “You fucking annoying slut,” he yelled. “You will listen or I'll take my wrath out on your sisters. You wouldn’t like that, would you?”
Raphael was pissed off with Leo, but he didn’t want anything to happen to him or his other former brothers. The thought of it frightened him and he mouthed, “Ya win.”
“Good. Stand up and follow me. You can sleep with me tonight if you’re a really good girly. That’s a real prize, considering I’m such a hunk.”

Raphael stood and followed Novak to a laboratory and stared daggers at Novak as his blood boiled at the villain's words.

I'd rather sleep with the fuckin' Shredder. Still unused to his heels, he walked slowly and hoped he didn't fall. I hate these things and I hate bein' a girl. I wanna go home and for things ta go back ta when me and Leo were happy. Shit. Leo. Tears threatened to fall at the thought of his ex-mate and he furiously blinked them back. I ain't gonna cry. Wimps do that and I ain't no wimp.

XXXX

Novak aimed his shrinking ray at Raphael in the laboratory and he shrank until he was five foot.

A dismayed and horrified Raphael watched himself shrink.

What the fuck! He's makin' me smaller. I don' like this. I loved my height. Now I'm fuckin' shorter and even more petite. Fuck. These boobs look even bigger with me so small. Did this happen ta the othas?

Novak studied Raphael and said, “Much better, Scarlett. I like short women. They’re much easier to dominate and I will dominate you. Come with me. We have a few more things to do.”

Raphael followed Novak to the packaging room and thought about what he'd do to the villain as payback for all he'd endured.

Asshole, I'm gonna dish out what ya did ta me and my bros, slit yer throat and then me and my bros will escape!

XXXX

Novak pulled Raphael’s compression garment down, tied a red bow around his tail and said, “Wag your tail for me, Scarlett. Come now, slut. There’s my good girly.”

A humiliated Raphael's anger ignited and he wanted to slap the villain. But he's gonna hurt Leo and the othas if I do, so I gotta do what he wants.

Raphael wagged his tail and Novak and Luka chuckled.

"Bless,” Novak cooed as he stroked Raphael’s tail. “It’s so cute. You’ll keep it on display underneath your pretty dress when you've healed, Scarlett. Now for the finishing touches.”

Novak placed red contacts in Raphael’s eyes, which removed the last semblance of his former self.

Raphael gazed down at himself and was distraught when he realized there was no hint of his former masculine self.

I look nothin' like my old handsome and macho self. I'm a sissy and no one would recognize me. Maybe that's a good thing, cuz I'm too mortified ta let anyone see me. Strong, macho Raphael reduced ta this fuckin' hell, but there's still gotta be a way outta this, right?

“Nearly done, sweetie,” Novak said and painted Raphael’s shell red. “Now you’re done. Wow. You look adorable and you should be thrilled with your transformation. I certainly am. You were too much of a brute as Raphael. You're sexy and petite as Scarlett and your tits are amazing,” Novak added as he squeezed Raphael’s nipples, which made Raphael glare at him. He laughed at Raphael’s expression and said, “You scowl now, Scarlett, but you'll soon love me and your clients fondling you and all of your holes being filled. I think you’ll be the best slut.” He kissed Raphael’s luscious green lips and said, “Perfection. Get in the box plastron down, Scarlett. There’s my little cherry blossom. Fight me and I'll harm your sisters.”

Raphael emitted a voiceless huff and climbed into his red box plastron down. Fuck him. The box was sealed and air holes were punched into it.

Novak attached a red bow onto the box, sealed it with sticky tape and said, “All done. Luka, stay here with the girls. I’ll be back now. Scarlett, I badly wanted to give you a red bow around your middle, but I can’t with the compression garment. Don’t worry about your dress. It’s being shrunk and you're getting tons of pretty dresses. You'll have your own massive wardrobe with all the clothes and shoes you could want. It's every girl’s dream. Your sisters and you will be able to play dress up. Isn’t that fun, Scarlett?”

Raphael fumed at the words.

Not mine. This is a livin' hell. Seppuku woulda been preferable ta this. What the fuck did I do in a past life ta deserve this?

XXXX

Novak went to Don’s cage and said, “Right. You’re coming with me, Alpha.”
“Where?” Don asked as the cage was unlocked.
“To your new master. Follow me. I'll hurt your sisters if you give any trouble.”

The thought of anyone hurting Leo made Don sick to his stomach.

Don said as he exited the cage, “I won’t give you trouble. I'll do as you say. I promise.”
“Good. Come with me," Novak said.

XXXX

They went to the laboratory and entered it.

Novak aimed his shrinking ray at Don and he shrank until he was five foot. Then he told Don to follow him again.

Don followed the villain and wondered where they were going.

They went to the packaging room and entered it.

Novak wrapped a large purple bow around Don’s middle and instructed him to get into a large purple box. Don obeyed. Novak sealed the box and punched holes in it. Then he attached a purple bow onto the box and sealed his box with sticky tape. Don was then propped up against the wall next to Leo and Mikey. Raphael was face down, because he couldn’t lie down on his butt.

“Great, Luka,” Novak said. “They’re all ready to go. Load them onto those trolleys. Then we can take them to the van.”
“Yes, Novak. Is your boy going with you?”
“I guess so.”
“And the old rat, Chantelle, Fantasy and Destiny?”
“Just the sisters, Luka. Boss said the client wanted them, but she changed her mind and only wants the sisters.”
“Too bad. I was hoping to have fun with Tiffani. She’s hot.”

The villains loaded the packaged emasculated Turtles onto trolleys, wheeled them to the van and placed them into it.

Then Novak slammed the trunk shut and went inside to pack, leaving Luka to watch the sisters who said nothing, because they were lost in their thoughts.

XXXX

Novak appeared with Maksim an hour later and dumped their cases in the trunk.

"Right," Novak said. "I'm off, Luka. I’ll see you soon, buddy.”
“I hope so, Novak.”
“You’re my closest friend, Luka, and like family to me. Of course, I’ll see you soon. Look after yourself,” Novak added and smiled warmly as he clapped a hand on his shoulder.
“You too,” Luka said and swallowed a lump in his throat. “I’ll miss you.”
“Hey. No tears. Buck up. I’ll call you later. I promise and I always keep my promises. I’ll put a good word in for you with my new boss, okay? Maybe you can work for him.”
“Really?” Luka asked, brightening.
“Yes. Now go inside and have fun with Chantelle,” Novak said and winked. “She’ll make you feel good. Later, bro.”

“Wait for me,” Boris called as he appeared with his suitcases. “We’ll go together, Novak.”
“All right. Load your things in the trunk, but be careful. We don’t want to squish the merchandise.”
“The yummy merchandise,” Boris said with a grin. “I want a crack at Bambi and Scarlett together.”

Raphael thought about what Boris had said and wrinkled his snout in disgust. Me and Mikey together is gross. I don' want that and I ain't attracted ta him at all. I ain't neva been. Who the hell is this new master?

Boris loaded the suitcases into the van and got in the front passenger seat.

Novak climbed into the car, started the engine and headed to his new boss’s house.

XXXX

An hour and a bit later, the party arrived at the spacious ten-bedroomed mansion that belonged to the villains’ new boss.

Novak parked, got out and said, “Boris, you and Maksim stay here, while I go and tell everyone I’ve arrived.”
“Yes, Novak.”

Novak rang the doorbell and Miyoko opened the door.

“The presents are here, Mrs. Oroku,” he said.
“Excellent, Novak,” Miyoko said and smiled. “You can take them to the living room.”

Novak returned to the van and he and Boris picked up the packages and carried them one by one into the living room, while Maksim watched the proceedings.

XXXX

Ten minutes later, all four boxes were in the living room.

"Thank you, Novak," Miyoko said. "You and your son may go to your rooms. Boris, I wish you to remain here in case the packages become difficult.”
“Yes. Come along, Maksim," Novak said and he and his son left the room.

XXXX

Miyoko went to get her son who was in his study.

"Saki," Miyoko said as she placed a hand on his shoulder. “I got you something.”
“I’m very busy, Mother!” Shredder snapped and looked up from a business document.
“Please. You’ll love what I bought you. You've wanted it for years.”
"I'll come with you if it means you'll stop pestering me," Shredder grumbled as he stood and then followed his mom to the living room.

XXXX

“They look life-sized,” Shredder said as he gazed at the boxes. “What did you do, Mother?”
“Open them and see,” Miyoko said.

Raphael thought about the man's voice, which sounded familiar. Could it be? No. It can't be him.

Shredder ripped open the blue box and gasped in surprise when he saw Leo. “What the fuck is this, Mother?”
“The former Leonardo,” Miyoko said. “Now known as Tiffani. Isn’t she cute?”

Leo flushed with embarrassment when he saw the man and realized who he was. 

No, no. Shredder's our new master?

Raphael was equally astonished when he recognized the man.

Chrome Dome. This is a mindfuck and just a bad dream, right? It's gotta be a bad dream.

“Get out of your box, Tiffani,” Miyoko ordered. “Now.”

A blushing Leo got out of the box and stood before Shredder, who being six foot four, towered over him.

“Very cute,” Shredder said and smirked. “I love it. No longer the fearless leader, right, Leonardo? You're a very pretty girly and the opposite of a leader. You're weak, defenseless and pathetic. I'll love dominating you. I love the hair and color. Golden, because you were the golden boy, right? Now golden girl. Very funny and apt. And I love that you’re so short, Tiffani. You'll call me Master. I'll fuck you whenever I want and you'll do household chores, such as cleaning the weapons."
“Yes, Master,” Leo said, while inwardly thinking, I still won’t give up hope of escaping.

Next up was Mikey.

Shredder cackled when he saw the maid and said, “She’s adorable, Mother. I love it. Bambi will primarily cook and clean."

Tears rolled down Mikey’s cheeks when he saw his new master.

I'd rather be dead than his slave. There's gotta be a way out of this. Please let there be one. I can't be his slave forever. 

Don was next.

“Why hasn’t this turtle been feminized, Mother?” Shredder asked.
“Because he’s the Alpha and hasn’t misbehaved.”

“I see. Donatello, you’ll assist me with my schemes. I'll harm your sisters if you refuse. Do you understand?” Shredder said.
“Yes, Master,” Don said. I will escape. We all will, Can Head. 

“Great. Now for my last present. The best for last," Shredder said. He ripped open the red box and chuckled when he saw Raphael plastron down. He grinned, lifted Raphael out and placed him upright. "Hello, Raphael."
“Scarlett,” Miyoko corrected.
“Scarlett. A beautiful name for a stunning lass,” Shredder said and then kissed Raphael's plump and sensuous lips, which made him scowl. “You’re gorgeous, Scarlett,” Shredder added as he cupped Raphael’s cheek, which made him cringe. “I'll enjoy using you and I have no doubt you’ll make me tons of money. Boris, take Tiffani to the weapons room to clean. Then take Bambi to the kitchen to make dinner and then take Donatello to my study. I'll take care of Scarlett. Mother, you can excuse yourself. Thank you so much. These are the best presents I could ever have asked for. The Turtles are feminized and under my control.”
“Yes and the effects are permanent, including Scarlett’s Brazilian butt lift that she had yesterday. They’re yours forever.”
“Fantastic. See you at dinner. Come along, Scarlett.”

A fuming Raphael tottered after his new master and tried not to fall down the steep stairs they were ascending.

Climbin' stairs in heels is fuckin' hell. I can't believe he's our new master. I pray the othas neva find out what I did. They'd neva forgive me and would see it as betrayal.

XXXX

They were in Shredder's master bedroom a few minutes later.

"You'll sleep here while you recover from your surgery," Shredder said. "Maximum comfort for my slut. Egyptian cotton fifteen hundred thread count. Very luxurious and different from the smelly sewers, isn’t it? Say something. You’re always quick to taunt.”
Raphael picked up a piece of paper and a pen on the table and wrote, “I can’t talk. They took my voice.”
“Oh. I'll see if we can fix that. I can’t have you mute. It won’t be fun if I can’t hear your screams. You're gorgeous, Scarlett,” Shredder said as he cupped Raphael’s cheek with one hand and stroked it with his other one. “So very beautiful. You were attractive as a male, but you’re even more so as a female. You're petite with lovely and firm tits and stunning legs."
“Fuck ya,” Raphael mouthed as he pulled away.
"Yes. I'll be doing that, Scarlett. I can lip-read, so none of that attitude with me. You don’t want my ire. Be a good little slut. I know you can be. I haven’t forgotten. You writhing…”
Raphael held up a finger and mouthed, “Enough. I don' wanna hear. I can’t forget. Don' tell them. They'll neva forgive me.”
“It was betrayal. Your sensei would have been disgusted with you, but I was impressed. Behave and I won’t tell. Act up and I’ll tell Leonardo. You always craved his approval and I know he’d be pissed at you. The black sheep of the family always upsetting them. This would be yet another disappointment and probably the one that sees you cast out.”
“How about we make a deal? Ya have me and ya let my bros go? I'll do whateva ya want."
Shredder laughed and said, “Not a chance. You’re all mine, Scarlett. All of you. Forever.”
“That ain’t true. We always escape. It won't be different this time.”
“Wrong. I’ll see you later, cherub. I'm expecting a blowjob. You're so good at them. You won't be successful if you try to escape. We have guard dogs, numerous guards and my Foot patrolling the grounds. It won’t be bad, Scarlett. You'll have all the cocks you want. Perfect life for you. You always were slutty. I still have those photos you sent me on my phone. The ones of you naked and stroking your cock. It was a good size. Gone now, isn't it? Oh, well. Too bad. I prefer you as a girl and I can still fuck you senseless like..."
"I wanna go home, Saki,” Raphael mouthed. “Lemme and my bros go if ya eva loved me, please. We're just kids."
“NO!” Shredder roared and backhanded Raphael across his face so hard his head spun. ”You’re all mine. The sooner you accept that, the better it’ll be for you. I will never let you go. I've wanted you all for so long and you'll be with me until your dying day. Calling me Saki won't make me any kinder either, Scarlett, so give up and accept your fucking new role in life. My property."

Shredder stalked out of the room, leaving Raphael, who was rubbing his cheek alone.

He can do whateva he wants, but I ain't gonna let him break me, even if he tells my bros. I ain't gonna let that shitface Novak break me. No one's gonna break me. I'm still Raphael, even if I look different. I ain't fuckin' weak. I'm gonna fight back and show them that and me and my bros are gonna escape, go home and Donny's gonna find a fuckin' cure.

Chapter Text

Mona Lisa and Sal Commander landed their spaceship behind an abandoned building, got out and were heading to the nearest manhole, when Leatherhead, Slash and the Rat King saw them and fired their guns. The Salamandrians fired back, but unfortunately, they soon ran out of ammo and were forced to surrender. They held their hands high above their heads.

“What do you want with us?” Mona Lisa asked. She prayed the Turtles would somehow come to their rescue, especially Raphael, who she had a massive crush on.
“Follow us and no talking,” Slash snapped, backhanding her and making her wince.

“Leave her alone!” Sal Commander yelled.
“Shut it!” the Rat King said as he smacked Sal's jaw so hard that his teeth rattled. “Come with us and do as you’re told or you’ll be extremely sorry.”

Sal Commander’s eyes flashed dangerously and he lashed out at the nearest goon, but the one next to him whacked him over the head with his gun. This stunned Sal Commander, caused him to collapse to the ground and his eyes closed.

Mona Lisa emitted a guttural screech at the sight of her fallen ex-mate and said as tears streamed down her cheeks, “Please don’t hurt him anymore. I’ll do whatever you want.”
“We have no use for him,” Slash said as he cocked his gun at Sal Commander’s head and then fired a single shot.

Brain matter, which was a slimy mixture of white and gray, flew everywhere. Some of it landed on Mona Lisa and she screamed in horror and shock. She’d witnessed many killings, but this… Sal Commander, her first love and still close friend, traumatized her to the core and she doubted she’d ever recover. Bile rose in her throat, she vomited and her heart shattered into a million pieces. Her first love was dead and there was nothing she could do.

“You killed him,” Mona Lisa wailed. "I told you that I'd do whatever you wanted. There was no need to murder him.”
“Fucking shut up,” Leatherhead snapped. “Or by gumbo, you’re next. It'd be such a shame to annihilate a sexy fox like you,” he added as he ogled her shapely legs and butt. “Because I think we could have lots of fun. What do you think, boys?”

“I agree,” Slash said as he tugged Mona's tail. “Very cute. Nearly as cute as Raphael and he was so much fun.”
“We sure showed him who was boss,” Leatherhead said and sniggered. “I doubt he’ll forget it in a hurry. Him and his plowed ass. I wonder if he could walk afterwards.”

“We may have ruptured his anus,” the Rat King said gleefully. “At least we had fun, even if the worm didn’t. That’s all that matters.”

Mona Lisa thought about her crush as she resisted the urge to barf at the vile words.

Poor sweet Raphael. He doesn't deserve that. I have to help him. I'll go with these jerks. Hopefully, I'm not too late and Raphael's still alive. What about his brothers? Have they also been kidnapped?

"I'll go with you," Mona Lisa said. "But what about him? You can’t leave him here.”
“Actually, we can,” Slash said coldly. “Get a move on.”

A heartbroken Mona Lisa glanced back once at her deceased ex-mate’s prone body and followed the villains.

XXXX

The villains and Mona Lisa arrived at Sergei’s place and went inside.

Sergei sat on the living room couch and cupped April's ass. A now toothless April was on her knees and sucking his cock.

"Do a better job, bitch," Sergei said. "Or your teeth aren’t all you'll lose.” He pressed down hard on April’s head so she was forced to deep-throat him. Blood oozed from her toothless mouth and pain coursed through her. Tears intermingled with blood from where she’d been hit on her face and streamed down her cheeks. Her crime? April had resisted Sergei and his men when she’d woken up in her room and had bit their hands as they’d tried to restrain her. They’d tasered her, strapped her to a stretcher and removed her teeth with wire cutters. Without any anesthetic, it was the worst torture April had ever endured. She'd mercifully passed out soon after they’d begun and had woken toothless and in absolute agony a few hours later. Sergei had cruelly shown her her teeth, which were preserved in formaldehyde in a jar. Irma had endured the same fate and was currently being “trained” by Luka.

A distraught April thought about her situation as she sucked Sergei's cock.

I have to eat soft foods for the rest of my life, because he won't give me dentures. He told me that no teeth will make me a better cocksucker, because teeth are obstacles. I'm too young to be toothless. I want to die. Please let me die if there's a God. I can't live this way. Where are the guys and Casey?

Sergei looked up as the goons entered the room and said, “Fantasy, keep going. Don’t stop.” His eyes landed on Mona Lisa and he said, “What have we here? A lizard?”
“She’s a Salamandrian,” Slash said. “Her name is Mona Lisa.”

“Like the painting,” Leatherhead said.
“Well, she’s no oil painting, but she’ll do,” Sergei said. “I like her strong legs, hips and eyes. I think she’ll be a great asset. My clients will love her uniqueness. Some of them have their weird kinks, like beastiality.”

“Mona Lisa?” April said, pausing.
“Back to work, bitch,” Sergei said as he slapped her ass, causing her to squawk. “No dawdling on the job. Mona Lisa, you'll work for me and please my clients. Do a good job and you’ll be handsomely rewarded. One with keeping your life and two with food and lodging. Cross me and you’ll find yourself six feet under with the other whores who dared to disobey me. She misbehaved, so we pulled her teeth. That'll happen to you if you misbehave. Do you understand me, girl?”

“Yes,” Mona Lisa said.
“Your new name is Swallow, because that’s what you’ll be doing," Sergei said. "Swallowing cum, sucking cocks and muffs. Are you a virgin?”
“No,” Mona Lisa said, trying not to bristle at the offensive question.
“It doesn’t matter what your sexuality is, because you’ll perform for whomever desires your services. Excuse me,” Sergei said as he went over the edge. He groaned and deposited a huge load in April’s mouth. April knew to swallow and did so. Then he roughly pushed her away and she tumbled back onto the floor. “Let’s see how good you are, Swallow. Suck her.”

Mona Lisa didn’t want to, but she knew she had to obey if she had any chance of finding Raphael. The man was the key to his whereabouts. She'd lose her life and Raphael would in all probability lose his if she didn't adhere to his demands.

Trying not to vomit, Mona Lisa said, “Come here. Let me please you and make you feel good.”

Nausea and revulsion surged through April at the thought that she was about to have sex with an animal.

No. A fucking lizard. I'm powerless to do otherwise and they'll kill me if I try to get away. Aren't lizards poisonous? What if I die? Shit. I don't want this. I want to go home to my nice bed. This has to be a nightmare and I'll wake up and be at home.

“Put her on the couch, Swallow,” Sergei said as he stood up. “Fantasy, you play up and I’ll kill you, but after I’ve brutally tortured you. Maybe after I’ve severed your tongue.”

Mona Lisa picked a trembling April up and placed her onto the couch. Then she lifted her dress and pulled her skimpy parties down.

Knowing what was going to happen, April trembled.

Mona Lisa kneed her legs apart, bent down and licked her vagina.

April shivered, closed her eyes and prayed that it'd soon be over. Mona Lisa’s thick tongue worked its way into April's vagina and lapped and drank her sweet nectar, which soon flowed in abundance as she grew moist and on the verge of an orgasm.

Mona Lisa hated every second, but she’d do it for Raphael. He’d saved her life more than once and this was nothing compared to all he’d been through. The beatings, nearly being killed and comatose. She shut her eyes and pretended it was Raphael she was pleasuring and April’s now groans his.

April came with a loud cry a few minutes later and squirted her fluid into Mona Lisa’s mouth.

Mona Lisa resisted the urge to spit and swallowed.

"I did what you wanted," Mona Lisa said.
“You have,” Sergei said. “Isn’t she good, my slaves?”

"Yes,” Leatherhead, the Rat King and Slash said in unison.

“But we’re not done,” Sergei said. “Flip her over. I want to see you use your tail.”
“If that’s what you wish,” Mona Lisa said in a neutral tone. She loathed the man and what she now had to do to April, who’d thought it was all over.

Mona Lisa turned April onto her back and slowly thrust her tail in inch by inch, until a good seven inches was inside April’s ass.

April shrieked at the unwanted penetration and fisted the couch as tears ran down her cheeks.

“Fuck her good,” Leatherhead said. “I love watching a good pounding.”

Mona Lisa thrust in and out a bit. April’s puckered hole was soon more accepting of her appendage and took in another inch. Mona sped up and slammed into April, which made her shriek in agony, but Mona kept going.

Sergei said a few minutes later, “You can stop, Swallow. You’ve done very well. I’m impressed.”

Mona pulled out and was heartbroken to see that her tail was stained red with blood from April’s ass and to hear her whimpering.

I caused that. I feel sick to my stomach, but I had to listen to those creeps, because they know where Raphael is. April, I hope you'll forgive me and understand that I had no choice.

A still weeping April curled up in a ball and hoped she’d be left alone.

A man appeared.

“Ah, Luka. How's Fantasy?” Sergei asked.
“Doped up on drugs. The bitch whined that she was sore, so I gave her morphine. It’s her fault. We wouldn't have had to yank her teeth if she'd behaved."
“Indeed. This is Swallow, our newest recruit.”
“Nice,” Luka said as he glanced at her. “Novak called me and said the Turtles got there safely.”
“I bet Saki’s having lots of fun,” Sergei said and chuckled. “Especially with the one he’s intrigued with. The former Raphael.”

Mona mulled over Sergei's words.

Former Raphael? What have they done to him? Where are his brothers? Are they with him? Saki? The only Saki I know of is Oroku Saki, Splinter's nemesis. Does he have them? If so, I have to get out of here and go to his place to save them.

“Take Swallow to the lab and dress her to my standards, Luka,” Sergei said.
“Yes, Boss. Come along, slut.”

Mona Lisa thought about Raphael and the villains' conversation as she followed Luka.

Does former mean Raphael has been neutered? Hell no. Is that what happened to him? Raphael would rather die a thousand deaths than be subjected to that. I hope that isn't what they meant and that I will find Raphael intact. Raphael, I will find you. I promise, sweetheart. Hold on. If anyone has harmed you, I will kill them, even if I die in the process.

Chapter Text

Splinter sat in the lotus position as he meditated and tried to make contact with his sons on the astral plane, but he was unable to his immense disappointment.

"What are you doing, old man?” Alicia asked.
“Trying to make contact with my sons.”
“By praying? I wouldn't be in this fucking hellhole if prayers worked."
“No,” Splinter said as he slumped his shoulders. “Meditating. It calms me and I am usually able to make a connection with my sons on the astral plane, but there is nothing this time. Not even with my eldest son, Leonardo. I always make contact with him.”
“They're probably dead,” Alicia said bluntly. “Don't feel bad if that's the case. At least they’re not suffering. I think they’re lucky to be out of this shit place, even if it’s via death.”
“I will not believe that. My sons are maybe injured, but they are not dead. They cannot be. They are all I have.”
“Now you’re upset. You were furious they were fucking before. What a hypocrite you are, old man. If you truly loved your sons, you’d love them, no matter what they did or who they were.”
“I do love them. It is just my culture…”
“Fuck your culture and fuck you,” Alicia said coldly, her brown eyes flashing. “It’s true, Splinter. Love's meant to be unconditional. Personally, I think your sons are lucky they found love, even if it's with one another. I always wanted to be loved and accepted, but I was always the odd one out at parties and at school. I was the geek who was constantly teased at home. And my parents... Let’s not go there. I’m not seeking pity. I'm just stating a fact. And then, when I finally meet someone who likes me, I’m kidnapped! You speak about your sons, but you have so much anger and are judgmental when you do so. There's no unconditional love. You’re a terrible father.”
“I raised those boys from infancy, taught them everything I know, loved them and worried about them.”
“Sure, but they’re not little kids any longer and are capable of making their own decisions. They want to be together. If you love them and if they’re still alive, you need to accept that. You’ve spoken about Raphael and his bad temper. Perhaps his love for Leonardo will help him mellow a bit and he’ll be calmer and happier. Wouldn’t that be pleasant? Michelangelo wouldn’t feel so sad and think he was alone. Donatello, knowing he's found love, would spend less time in his lab and would be happy. And Leonardo could relax a bit more with his lover. It’s not a crime they found love, Splinter. They need love and deserve it. They can’t just be your pawns in your fight against your nemesis for the rest of their lives. There’s more to life than that.”
"They are not just my pawns!" Splinter snapped.
“BS. Yes, they needed to be taught ninjutsu to defend themselves, but they didn’t need to be a part of your vendetta with Oroku Saki. You groomed them for your own personal revenge. Did it ever occur to you that all they really wanted to be was kids? Of course not, because you’re a selfish, hypocritical old man. Fuck! You piss me off big time. It’s no wonder Raphael was always such a firebrand. You’d annoy a saint.”

Splinter had never been spoken to that way before and he bristled and glowered at her.

He reflected on her words and said a few minutes later, "You are right. My boys wanted to be kids and I did not allow them to be. I used them in my quest for revenge and I should be ashamed of myself.”
“Yes. You should be, but if they're alive and you're reunited with them, let them be teenagers and have fun. Tell them they don’t have to fight Oroku Saki anymore. Maybe move to another city and spend your days in peace or give them a choice. They can be ninja or have a quiet life doing what they want to do. I’m pretty sure your sons would choose the latter. Leonardo, Donatello and Michelangelo don’t enjoy fighting and Raphael… Well, he can take out his aggression on something less dangerous, like video games.”
Splinter sighed and said, “You are right.”
“I usually am.”
"Where will you go if you get out of here?"
“No idea. I wasn’t close to my family and the few friends I have would freak if they saw me. I have nowhere to go.”
“You can always stay with me and my sons. We might become parents and it is best for the little ones if their parents live close to each other, so they can properly co-parent.”
“I’ll think about it. I’m a loner and always have been.”

The door opened and Sergei and a henchman Splinter hadn’t seen before, stepped inside the room and pushed a trolley on which were a TV and a DVD player.

Sergei flashed the DVD he held and said with a malicious grin, “A homemade movie, which I know you’ll love, rat. I certainly get off when I view it.” He popped the DVD into the machine and pressed play.

A kissing Leo and Casey, who were groping each other appeared on the screen. Leo’s moans sounded like those of a purring cat.

“What is that?” Splinter asked. “Why are you showing me such filth?”
“Those,” Sergei said. “Are the former Leonardo and the former Casey Jones, who're now known as Tiffani and Chantelle. They're remarkable. Look at Tiffani’s legs. They’re nearly as gorgeous as Scarlett’s.”
“Turn it off,” Splinter said as his chest felt tight and sadness engulfed him.
“Why? Don’t like it? Let me turn up the volume,” Sergei said meanly and did so.

Splinter covered his ears and tried to block it out. He hadn’t been aware his son could make those noises and it sickened and horrified him to the core.

What have these monsters done to Leonardo to make him so pretty? Where is my brave and muscular son? Where are the others? Have they suffered the same fate? How can Leonardo enjoy what he is doing? Has he no pride? Have they stripped him of that?

Sergei said as if reading his mind, "Your other sons are no more, but they sure make beautiful and exquisite girls. They'll bring in a lot of money for my pal. I believe you know Oroku Saki. I sold them to him for a good price. They’ll be cared for as long as they do what they’re instructed, which is to pleasure the clients. Saki will send me videos of the girls, so you’ll be able to see how they’re adapting to their new life as whores. I’ll be visiting them. If you’re a really good rat, I’ll be able to let you have a visit and to try one of them out. You might like Scarlett. She’s fiery, but sexy and her legs and boobs are incredible. She’s extremely special.”
“You are a psycho,” Splinter said heatedly. “They are just innocent kids! And I would never…They are my sons. Suggesting that is repulsive.”
“Not sons anymore. They're girls who’ll make my friend wealthier than he’s ever dreamed of. I’ll leave the video on repeat. I know you secretly want to jerk off. Why wouldn't you? It's fucking hot. I must go. Have to see how my new recruit, Swallow’s doing. Later, rat.”

Sergei left the DVD on repeat and he and his thug exited the room.

A tear coursed down a dejected Splinter's cheek as he held his head in his hands.

My beloved sons, how I miss you. I am sorry for all you have endured. I would give anything to hold you and to tell you I love you.

“I’m sorry, Splinter,” Alicia said as she placed a paw on his shoulder. “That must have been pretty tough to watch.”
"Yes and knowing my sons are no longer the young men they were becoming, but girls and sluts at that. They must be mortified, especially Raphael, who prided himself on his masculinity. I assume Scarlett is him, because he’s the only one of my sons who had a fiery nature. Raphael would rather die than be a weakling. I must escape, find them and save them.”
“There is no escape. I’ve tried countless times and been thwarted. Your sons are doomed to live out their days as pleasure slaves and this is our life.”
“I refuse to accept that,” Splinter said firmly, setting his mouth in a thin line. “I will find my sons and I will find a way of changing them back.”

Splinter sat down in the lotus position again, prayed he'd connect with his sons this time and began to meditate.

Please make contact. I need to hear from you so badly and I need to tell you that I love you.

Chapter Text

Raphael was lying down on the king-size bed and trying to figure out a way of escaping, when the door opened and Shredder, Miyoko and Alopex entered the room.

“Scarlett,” Shredder said. “I brought you company. Mother and Alopex. They’ll teach you etiquette, how to dress as a woman and how to speak correctly. I know you can’t talk right now. I’ll rectify that. Alopex will also be your personal assistant and help you with makeup and other grooming activities. A woman has to look her best at all times and I expect nothing less from you.”
“Fuck ya,” Raphael mouthed, his red eyes blazing with hatred.
“Still insolent, I see,” Shredder said and backhanded Raphael across his face hard, which made him grimace. “There’ll be no more swearing. Not ever. Only sweet words will pour from your luscious lips, Scarlett, and there'll be no more of that dreadful Brooklyn accident. It’s course and unsexy. Splinter failed by allowing you to talk crudely. I won’t. I like my girls even-tempered, sweet, polite and adorable. You’ll soon be that. Pay attention to your lessons and everything I say, because there'll be consequences for your sisters if you don't. I'll be outside. Have fun, Scarlett.” Shredder bent down, kissed Raphael's luscious lips and then said, “Mother, she needs more Botox. See to it. " Then he left the room.

“Yes, Saki,” Miyoko said. “Get up and let’s look at you, dear girl.”

“She’s very pretty,” Alopex said with a smirk. “Hardly recognizable from the Raphael I knew. It's an improvement and I love the makeup. Raphael was hideous.”
“Yer just bitter, bitch, cuz I rejected ya,” Raphael mouthed as he stood up.
Alopex’s eyes flashed dangerously and unable to stop her rage, she slapped his cheek hard and said, “Rubbish. Why would I want a reptile when I have a handsome mate?”
Raphael rubbed his sore cheek and mouthed, “In yer dreams. No one would want a fuckin’ psycho like ya!”

“Enough!” Miyoko scolded. “Alopex, my dear, don’t let her annoy you. She really isn’t worth it. Scarlett, that potty mouth of yours is atrocious. Desist from cussing or I’ll have to be nasty. You really don’t want me nasty. I’m a whizz with every blade under the sun and,” she said as she lifted Raphael's chin so their eyes met. “I like nothing better than slicing up fresh meat. Get my drift, girly?”
Raphael badly wanted to attack the women, but he was fearful of what would happen to his “brothers” if he did, so he nodded and mouthed, “Yeah. I’ll listen.”
“Good. I’m glad we understand each other. Let’s have a proper look at you. Pull down the compression garment. There’s a good girl.”

Swallowing his humiliation, Raphael pulled down his compression garment, causing his red body and matching tail to be exposed.

“Bless. She’s a cutie,” Alopex said and sniggered, making an indignant Raphael purse his green lips. He wasn’t used to being on display, especially in front of his enemies and he loathed it.
“She is,” Miyoko agreed as she cupped Raphael’s left boob. She rolled the nipple between her fingers, causing Raphael’s cheeks to redden. He liked the sensual feeling, despite himself and embarrassed, he ducked his head.
“Aw. We’ve embarrassed her!” Alopex said and giggled. “Seeing this side of her is hilarious. She was an arrogant brute before. I like her this way.”
“She loves the attention,” Miyoko said sneeringly as Raphael’s nipple grew erect under her touch. “But she’ll have to wait until later for more, because we have work to do. Alopex, be a lamb and open the dresser over there.”
Alopex brought out a huge pile of lingerie. “This?”
“Yes, my dear. Scarlett, have a look at your new nightwear. You’ll be sexy in it and all the clients will love you.”

The lingerie was extensive and had everything from garter belts to corsets, bras, panties, charmeuse, babydolls and teddies. The fabric material was mostly silk and satin. There were also various fetish get-ups, including a nurse outfit and a playboy bunny one. Alopex also withdrew various sex toys from the drawer, which included handcuffs, whips, chains. a cat o' nine tails, butt plugs, vibrators and cock rings.

Raphael studied the lingerie with disgust.

There's no fuckin' way I'm gonna wear that. Leo looks so dumb in it. Why would I wanna wear it?  Mosta the clothing is so skimpy. I fuckin' hate bein' objectified and bein' on display for these bozos. I gotta fuck strangers all the time. I ain't no whore and have only fucked four people. Leo's the only one I loved and wanted. The only one I still want. I miss Leo. I wish we were still at home and this...

Miyoko held up a black satin teddy and said, “Try it on, Scarlett. It’s not too tight for you after your op.”

Thinking of his “brothers”, Raphael took the teddy, slipped it on and gasped at the feel of the fabric against his stub of a cock. It felt amazing. Heat pooled in his groin and a silent moan escaped his lips.

“Like that, Scarlett?” Miyoko asked. “Have a look in the mirror.”

Raphael looked in the mirror at his boobs that were barely covered by the teddy as it hugged his body, his long blonde hair cascading down his shoulders and his perfect makeup.

This is real and is me now. No more Raphael. Only Scarlett. I don' want this, but I gotta admit this feels amazin'. Fuck. If I could only cum. I wanna cum so badly.

Raphael nodded and mouthed, "Yeah. It fits well.”
“That it does,” Alopex said and laughed. “You’re sexy. Embrace the new you.”

Miyoko made Raphael try on the rest of the lingerie. He found he enjoyed it to his immense dismay.

Why do I like it so much? I'm a fuckin' guy and ain't supposed ta like it. What would Sensei think of his muscular and manly son now? He'd be fuckin' ashamed of me. I am. This attention is kinda nice, though, and I do look very pretty. Whoa, Raph. Ya called yerself pretty. What are ya thinkin'? Ya should fight this and show some pride! I gotta do that! 

“Right. We’re done with the lingerie,” Alopex said. “Everything fits you perfectly, Scarlett. We don’t have shoes yet, other than the ones you came with, but we’ll get some made. In the meantime…”
“I’m done playin’,” Raphael growled voicelessly, trying to assert himself and to regain his pride.

Miyoko’s eyes blazed and her face darkened in rage. She backhanded him across his face and said, “This is your final warning, Scarlett. I have the power and can ensure great harm comes to your sisters. Do you understand me?” Raphael didn’t answer and stared back at her defiantly. Incensed, she tugged his long hair hard and said in a low threatening voice, “Girly, I’m serious. Deadly. Behave or I’ll be forced to act!”
“She means it,” Alopex said. “I’ve seen people on the receiving end of her wrath. It wasn’t a pretty sight when she was done with them. You’d be wise to adhere to her orders, besides, it’s not bad. You have an incredible wardrobe and you’ll get all the cocks you want. I’d be over the moon. What more could you want, Scarlett?”

Raphael mentally answered the question.

Leo. Freedom and Leo. That's all I want.

"Yeah," Raphael mouthed. "I’ll do what ya say and play dress up. Just don' hurt my bros.”
“Sisters,” Miyoko corrected as she let go of Raphael’s hair. “Good girl, Scarlett. Now for the dresses. Open the closet, Alopex.”

Alopex opened the closet and took out various dresses in the princess style that Shredder had wanted his previous girlfriend to wear. She’d refused and the dresses had remained in the closet when she’d left.

Raphael tried them all on and begrudgingly admitted they were pretty and that he felt like a princess when he was asked.

He sashayed in a blue silk dress with ruffles and frills and thought about his situation.

Who'd have thought that I'd be wearin' dresses and makeup? Me, tough Raphael, who loved bashin' Purple Dragons, liftin' weights and tinkerin' with my bike. Now I'm a girly girl with a huge wardrobe. Does Leo feel the same way about himself? Does he like the new him? I know me and Leo fought, but I wanna talk ta him. I gotta. Maybe I was wrong and he didn't like Casey and was forced ta be with him.

Miyoko instructed Alopex to undress Raphael and to bring a pile of bras from another dresser.

Alopex helped Raphael put on a lacy black one and said, “You need to wear bras. They keep your tits firm. I love them. I reckon they’re thirty-eight double Ds. Exquisite. Can I touch?”

Raphael glared and opened his mouth to say no, but Miyoko held up a hand and said, “Of course you can. Scarlett’s body is for everyone to enjoy.”
Alopex smirked and cupped Raphael’s right boob through the fabric. “I’d love to play with them.”
“You will, but not now. We still have work to do.”
Alopex removed her hand and said, “I can’t wait, Mrs. Oroku. I’m having so much fun helping Scarlett embrace her feminine side. I wish my brother could see it too. He’d get a kick out of it. Can I take photos?”
“You can do that later, my child.”

Raphael mulled over Alopex's words.

Fuck. Tiger Claw's gonna see me dressed this way and he'll show his pals. I'm a laughin'stock. I wonder if our otha enemies know.

Next up was hair and Raphael had to admit that brushing his hair made him feel really good and beautiful. Admiring his locks, he mouthed, “Nice.”
"Yes,” Miyoko said. “You have lovely thick hair. You’ll wash it daily and you’ll bath daily. Pedicures and manicures are once a week and so are spa treatments and facials. Actually, you’ll bath after each servicing of a client. Hygiene is important. There will be dental check-ups every two months and a doctor once a month. Have you ever had a manicure and pedicure?”
“No,” Raphael mouthed.
“They’re so much fun,” Miyoko said as she took his hands in hers. “You’ll grow to love them, Scarlett, and we’ll change your makeup periodically. Put on the compression garment and keep the bra on. It looks amazing on you.”

Raphael obeyed her, but he'd had enough and he wished that was the end of his degradation.

Is this the end of my humiliation for today? Fuck. I've had it. Makeup, dresses, bras, lingerie and Alopex snickerin' at me. Fuck. My life blows. If I had my sai, I'd end it. This can't be my life foreva, can it? But the weird thing is that I kinda like this. No. I gotta keep fightin'. I'm a fuckin' boy! I'm Raphael, not Scarlett. I will escape with the guys. Donny will find a cure and Leo and I will be together again! Don' break down, Raph. Don' give in. Ya ain't and ain't neva been a quitter or a pansy and ya ain't gonna be one now!

“Scarlett, I’ll see you in the morning,” Miyoko said. “Saki will see you shortly. Rest, girly.”
“Yes, Scarlett,” Alopex said with a giggle. “You need all the rest you can get, because you can forget about getting much of it when you've healed.”

An incensed Raphael snarled voicelessly when the villains had left and threw a vase at the wall. It shattered into a million pieces, but it didn’t quell his fury or make him feel any better.

The door opened and Shredder stepped inside the room with a tray on which was Raphael’s dinner.

Shredder glanced at the smashed porcelain vase and said, “That was my favorite Ming vase. It belonged to my grandmother.”
“I don' fuckin’ care!” Raphael mouthed, his red eyes flashing.
“Tut, tut, Scarlett,” Shredder said calmly, as if he were speaking to a child. “You don’t learn, do you? Well, you were never the brightest, but even fools learn after a time and you will.” He placed the tray on the desk and dialed a number. “Boris, I want you to get Tiffani, Donatello and Bambi and flog them a hundred times each. Then I want…”
“No!” Raphael mouthed, horrified at what Shredder had ordered. “I’ll do whateva ya want. Don' hurt them, please.”
“Cancel that, Boris. Yes. I'm sure." Shredder placed the phone into his belt and said, “I’m glad you came to your senses.”
“What do ya want from me?” Raphael mouthed.
“A blowjob would be a good start. Get on your knees, suck me off and I want an apology for breaking my vase.”
“I’m sorry,” Raphael said as he slumped his shoulders. “I got mad. Don' hurt the guys, please. They ain’t done nothin’ wrong.”
“On your knees, Scarlett, and do a proper job. Your sisters’ lives depend on it.”

Swallowing his revulsion, Raphael approached the bed, knelt down and unzipped Shredder’s pants. Then he pulled Shredder's boxers down and stared at his exposed thick 8-inch cock.

I don' wanna do this. I feel sick. I...

“Now, Scarlett,” Shredder ordered.

Raphael blew hot breath onto Shredder’s cock, which twitched as he grew aroused. Then he stroked Shredder’s cock while he licked the shaft and kept eye contact with him.

Shredder moaned and said, “Good. Keep going. It's been ages since I've had head and no one did a better job than you.”

A revolted Raphael spat on Shredder’s cock, knowing the man enjoyed a dirty and nasty show of it. Then he rubbed Shredder's spit-slicked cock and slapped the head of Shredder’s cock onto his tongue. I wanna barf.

“That’s my girl,” Shredder said and moaned. “You’re a natural, Scarlett, and this is what you were born to do.”

Raphael made his way down to the base of Shredder’s cock and pushed it back onto his stomach so he had total access to Shredder’s balls.

Shredder leaned forward so that his balls were hanging out.

Raphael simultaneously stroked Shredder's cock and licked his ball sack, causing him to groan and to close his eyes in bliss. Raphael took his time, knowing from experience that the villain hated his blowjobs rushed.

I'm gonna pretend this is Leo every time that I gotta it. It'll make it easier for me ta swallow. No pun intended.

Raphael gently took Shredder’s balls in his mouth, sucked, listened to the villain groans and wondered how his life had become so pathetic and meaningless. He was now nothing more than a glorified slut to be used and abused by Shredder and his clients and he had no say. He paused as tears streamed down his cheeks.

“Scarlett!" Shredder boomed. He grabbed Raphael's hair and tugged it, causing him to wince. "Don’t stop. Quit sobbing. You love giving head. You had no qualms sucking me off before, so get on with it.”

Raphael wiped his tears away with the back of his hand and ran his tongue behind Shredder’s balls. Then he licked the area between Shredder's balls and his asshole, knowing the villain loved it.

“Ah. So good,” Shredder said and moaned. “Such a good girl, my Scarlett. That’s it. Lick there.” Raphael flicked his tongue across Shredder’s asshole and he groaned again as his cock stood proud and erect. “Yes. That’s wonderful, whore. Keep going.”

Raphael then made his way up to the head of Shredder’s cock and slowly took it in his mouth. Then using his right hand to grip the shaft, he took his other hand and with his forefinger and thumb grabbed Shredder’s balls close to his body so that he was gripping the loose skin above the testicles. Then he sucked his cock while applying downward pressure on Shredder’s ball sack. He did it slowly, the way Shredder liked it.

Shredder gasped as pleasure coursed through him and he pushed Raphael’s head down hard so that his cock was further in his mouth.

“Tell me you love me,” Shredder demanded when he pulled out. “Like you did before. Tell me.”
Raphael looked up and mouthed, “I love ya.”
“And you were wrong to break us up.”
“I was wrong, Saki. I shoulda neva done that. I’m sorry.”
“Damn straight you were. Tell me you love sucking my cock and you want me to cum in your mouth.”
Raphael mouthed, “Nothin’ makes me happier than suckin’ yer cock. I want ya ta cum in my mouth and I wanna drink yer juices.”
“Good girl. Back to work.”

Raphael took Shredder's cock in his mouth. It wasn’t long before he knew that Shredder was close to cumming. He continued sucking and took the head even further into his mouth as Shredder’s moans increased in volume.

“Ah,” Shredder said and moaned. “I’m going to cum in your pretty mouth. Don’t stop.”

Shredder came a few minutes later and shot hot jets of his salty essence down Raphael’s throat.

“Swallow it all, Scarlett,” he demanded. “Every last drop.”

Raphael obeyed.

Shredder pulled out a while later. Raphael thought his job was done for the day. Sighing voicelessly, he stood up, but was pulled back down onto his haunches.

“No, Scarlett,” Shredder snapped. “You’re done when I say so. Clean me.”

Raphael took Shredder’s cock in his mouth, gently sucked it clean and swallowed every drop of his cum. Then he glanced up and sought approval.

“Yes. Well done,” Shredder said condescendingly as he patted Raphael's head. “You were almost as good as I remembered. “You have cum on your gorgeous lips and on your face. I like it. It suits you, my slut.”

Drained after his humiliating long day, tears ran down Raphael’s cheeks. He’d had enough. All he wanted to do was go home and be with Leo.

Is there no end ta this nightmare?

“Oh, Scarlett,” Shredder said as he stood up. "Don't cry. It's pointless." He pulled up his pants and zipped it up. Then he added, "Come and have your dinner. You can eat standing up, seeing that you can’t sit yet. Come on, bimbo.”

Raphael obeyed him.

Shredder handed him a bowl.

Inspecting the contents, Raphael frowned. He’d never been one for salad. It was such a girly thing. He loved his meat and vegetables and salad if he had to, but it wasn’t something he’d voluntarily choose. It was diet food in his opinion and he wasn’t fat by any means. And to add insult to injury, the portion was only half a bowl. How was it enough to satisfy his hunger?

“It’s salad,” Shredder said. “You’ll eat a lot of vegetables, salads and fruits. You can have chicken sometimes and occasionally red meat. Junk food only if I okay it. I don’t want you fat, Scarlett. You currently weigh approximately one hundred and forty pounds, including your shell. I expect you to maintain that weight. You’ll be weighed once a week and there'll be consequences if you disobey me. My clients don’t want an obese girl and neither do I. Eat up.”

Raphael ate his food, but his stomach rumbled when he'd finished, because he was still hungry.

Shredder smiled and said, “Your stomach will soon adjust to the smaller portions, Scarlett. There’s water here if you’re thirsty, but that’s it for tonight. I’ll be back in a while. I have a meeting I need to attend to.”
“Can I see my sisters?” Raphael mouthed. “I gotta see them.”
“Perhaps tomorrow if you behave, Scarlett. Good night.” Shredder kissed Raphael's plump lips and added, “I can’t wait until you’re better and my cock can fill you with my seed. You always looked terrific underneath me. It’s where you belong. Submissive and mine to own for eternity. Don’t look distressed. Getting upset is pointless. There's no escape and no cure.” Later," Shredder said and left the room.

Raphael threw himself onto the bed plastron down and wept bitterly.

I wanna go home and see Leo. I want my old life back. I can't live this way foreva. What if Saki tells the guys about my relationship with him? I ain't neva gonna live that down and the guys will hate me. Fuck. Don' let them find out, Lord. Please don' let that happen. I couldn't bear it if they hated me.

Chapter Text

Shredder went to the kitchen to see how Mikey was getting on with dinner.

“Why’s it not ready, Bambi?” Shredder demanded. “I like to eat at six and it’s ten past.”
“It’ll be ready in an hour. Sorry. I had some difficulties with the stove,” Mikey said, throwing his hands up apologetically.
“Not good enough!” Shredder said crossly. “Make sure everything's on the table at six in future. No later.”
“Y-yes. Got it.”
“Got it, what?”
“Master?”
“Exactly. I'm your master and don’t you ever forget it.”
Mikey nervously chewed his lower lip and said, “I won’t, Master.”
“Good girl. I expect a three course dinner every night. There are recipe books. Make use of them.”
“I will, Master.”
Shredder smiled and said, “You were born to be a maid, Bambi. You're so beautiful in your uniform.” He leaned forward and kissed Mikey’s lips. “Such soft and inviting lips, Bambi, my dear,” he added as he cupped Mikey’s rear, causing him to blush profusely. “And such a nice ass too. I'll enjoy it tonight. Be ready when I summon you.”
“Yes, Master,” Mikey said and inwardly trembled at the thought of having sex with the villain.
“Don’t be afraid, Bambi. I may be tough, but I can be sweet and tender as a lover. Ask Scarlett. She knows.”
“What?” Mikey said in disbelief. “Uh, what, Master?”
“Didn’t you know? Scarlett and I had a relationship. She was awesome in the sack. I have photos. I’ll show you later.”
“Scarlett would never… She would never sleep with you, Master.”
“She did and what’s more, she said she loved me. Enough chit-chat. Keep an eye on the food. I won't tolerate burned food. I'm going to see how Tiffani's faring. Hopefully, she hasn’t been dilly dallying, like some of us.”

A tearful Mikey thought about what Shredder had said. 

How could Raph sleep with Shredder and betray us? I hate this life. I wanna go home.

XXXX

Leo was polishing a heavy sword when Shredder entered the weapon’s room.

“How are things coming along, Tiffani?” Shredder asked.
“Master, I’ve cleaned about half of the weapons," Leo said.
“Great. You can eat when you're finished, but don't overeat. I’ll be weighing you weekly. You should weigh no more than one hundred and forty pounds.”
“Yes, Master. May I ask a question?” Shredder nodded. “How are my sisters?”
“They’re all fine. Don't worry, Tiffani. Just do your job like a good girl.”
“Can I see them? I really need to see my sisters.”
“Perhaps tomorrow.”
Leo’s shoulders slumped and his lower lip stuck out. “Master, please," he begged. “I miss my sisters so much.”
“Stop whining. I said maybe tomorrow,” Shredder snapped in a tone that brooked no disobedience. Leo flinched. “You don’t have to worry about them ever again, Tiffani. Focus on being a good girl. I'll ensure they’re cared for in every way, especially sensational Scarlett. She’s special. We had a relationship before her transition and I know she loved me. She told me multiple times."
“What the fuck? You and Raph?" Leo blurted out in shock. "Raph would never sleep with you, He hates you as much as we all do!”
“You're mistaken,” Shredder said with a smirk. “We fucked. It wasn’t just a physical relationship. It was romantic and emotional. I gave her what none of you did, which was love and affection. I loved her too. She melted my heart.”
“You’re lying!”
“I’m not. You’re welcome to ask Scarlett when you see her and I have proof on my phone. I kept all of our conversations, video recordings, audio and photos.” Shredder flipped open his phone and showed Leo his photo gallery. There were numerous photos of Raphael in various compromising positions. He had lust in his eyes as he stroked himself. There were also ones of Raphael dressed in bondage gear and lying on his back and a come-hither expression in his eyes as he posed for the camera.

Leo's heart sank as he scrolled through them.

Raph fucked our enemy and betrayed us. Raph's a fucking traitor and he loves Shredder. How could he love that psycho? Did he really love me or was that an act and he was only with me, because his relationship with Chrome Done had ended and he didn't want to be alone?

“Lovely, aren’t they?” Shredder said. “He was gorgeous, but now he’s even more perfect. Have a listen to this.”

Shredder played an audio file and Leo heard grunting, moaning and Raphael’s churring. It sickened him to the core.

“I’ve heard enough,” Leo said. “You’ve made it clear. So, you screwed Raph. Big deal.”
“It is a big deal, isn’t it, Tiffani?" Shredder said. "He betrayed his family by sleeping with the enemy and you’re furious with him."
“I don’t care,” Leo said, shrugging his shoulders. “Raph was probably lying to get laid. That’s all you were."

Shredder smiled sweetly and played another audio file.

“So, Raphael, how do you think our relationship’s going?”
“Great. I neva thought it would, Saki, but I’m real happy. Ya treat me good and I ain't neva felt so contented before.”
“Me too. Does it bother you that I’m twenty years older than you?”
“Nah. Didn’t when we got together and don' now. I love ya so much. I got somethin’ for ya. This.”
“What is it?”
“It’s a ring, dumbass.”
“Are you asking me?”
“I am. Will ya?”
“Yes! I love you, Raphael.”
“I love ya too, Saki. Hey. Now that we’re engaged, we can think about havin’ kids. I was serious about implantin’ a uterus and ovaries into me. I wanna be a daddy so bad.”
“Badly.”
“Whateva. So, what do ya say ta that?”
“Yes. You’ll have to tell your family about us, Raphael. They won’t be pleased.”
“So what? I love ya and ya love me. They gotta accept that or they won’t see me eva again.”

“Enough!” Leo said as he resisted the urge to vomit. “So, you and Raph fucked and got engaged. What then? Did he dump you? That’s how it went, didn’t it?”
“No," Shredder said. "A few days passed after that and we still talked and fucked. Then he sent a photo of himself with the caption 'I love ya, Leo' one evening. I wanted revenge on him for playing with my heart and for cheating on me. Then my friend sent me you guys, so I got what I wanted. Revenge, Raphael and I have control of you lot. Life’s great. Say something. You look shell-shocked. Knowing he was cheating on you with me must hurt.”
Leo's heart shattered. "You win. You own us and you’re right. Raph betrayed us. We're your slaves and at your mercy, but if you truly ever loved Raph, you'll honor him and love him the way he deserves.”
“Scarlett. I don’t believe he loved you, Tiffani.”
“It doesn’t matter,” Leo said as he studied the sword. “It’s the past.”
“Absolutely. I’ve loved our chat. Any words for your sister?”
“Tell her to go to hell,” Leo hissed, his eyes flashing.
“I’ll be happy to pass on the message, my sweet Tiffani. Get back to your cleaning if you want dinner tonight.”

Shredder exited the room, leaving a furious and heartbroken Leo, who resumed his chores and tried not to think about his cheating ex-mate.

XXXX

Shredder returned to his bedroom and found Raphael lying on his plastron on the bed.

"My sweet Scarlett," Shredder said as he sat on the bed. “I have a message from your sister, Tiffani. She wasn’t happy when she learned about our relationship and she wants you to go to hell.”
Red eyes opened. Raphael’s face fell and he mouthed, “Why the hell did ya tell him? I said I was yers. Ya didn’t need ta do that! Now Leo hates me!"
“With good reason, my pet. You cheated on both of us and you sent me a naked photo of yourself with the caption 'I love ya, Leo' when you were with me."
"That ain't true! Is that what ya told him? I cheated on ya, yeah, when me and Leo unexpectedly happened. I apologized and we mutually agreed ta split. Then I was only with Leo. I ain't neva cheated on him. Neva woulda! How could ya do that ta me, Saki? Does Mikey know?”
“Bambi knows. Donatello will too and they will all loathe you. Don't worry about that. You have me and I will love you forever. You’ll be my wife soon and we'll have the babies we talked about. You belong to me, Scarlett,” Shredder said as he cupped Raphael's cheek.
Raphael's heart sank and he mouthed, "Do what ya want, Saki. I don' care no more. Leo hates me and life ain’t worth livin’. Know I neva loved ya. I was just a lonely kid cravin’ affection and ya filled the void. That’s it.”
Shredder’s face darkened and his eyes blazed as he backhanded Raphael across his face so hard his head spun. “Don’t you ever say that, Scarlett! You did love me and you still love me. Leonardo was just a fling and not worthy of you. You and I are soulmates and two sides of the same coin. We'll live together forever!”
Raphael rubbed his aching cheek and mouthed, “Keep tellin’ yerself that. Ya got me, but ya'll neva make me happy like Leo did.”
“I will, because I'll do whatever it takes to win you back.”
“Ya can’t win what ya neva had.”
“Your family will never forgive you.”
"I accept that and that I'm yer whore now, but ya'll neva have my love and respect. That's a promise."
“What would win your love?”
“Nothin’. Pay attention. Whateva affection I may have had for ya…”
“You said you never loved me.”
“Well, I lied. I loved ya. Not like I love Leo, but I did love ya deeply. Ya've turned it into revulsion and hatred. Look what yer doin’ ta me, Saki. That ain’t love. That's control. I thought ya were a decent person undaneath yer wall of fear, violence and self-loathin’. I believed in ya. If Leo hadn’t come along, me and ya would…coulda had a future for real as Raphael and Saki. Not this freakish version of me.”
“There's no changing you back, Raphael, if that’s what you’re asking. Why would you want to be the brute you were? You’re gorgeous now. Perfect.”
“Ya ain't listenin' ta me!”
“I heard every word. You don’t hate me, Raphael. You say you do, but you don’t. In your own words, ‘I could neva hate ya, Saki. That'd be like hatin’ myself. Yer the key ta my life and nothin' and no one else could make me as happy as ya do.’ Do you remember? You can’t blame it on drink or anything. You were sober. So, my pretty girl, stop the shit and accept your fate. You’re mine and so are your sisters. Forever.”
“Yer right. I said that and I meant it.”
“You’re a horribly confused girl, Scarlett. You talk about your love for Leonardo. Then you talk about your love for me and you say you loved Leonardo more. You know what I think? I think you loved me more. You felt guilty about us and when Leonardo approached you, you went with him, but you never stopped thinking about me. Am I right?”
There was silence. Then Raphael pursed his luscious green lips and mouthed, "Believe what ya want, Saki."
“So, I'm right!” Shredder said victoriously. “You know you don’t have to fight me, Scarlett.”
“It’s Raphael,” Raphael said and sighed voicelessly.
“We won't speak of Raphael after this conversation or maybe we should occasionally to remind you of your lost manhood, but belittling you is no fun, although I do derive satisfaction from doing that to your sisters, especially Tiffani, the former golden boy. What a drip she was. She was always sucking up to Splinter and Bambi was such an irritating brat with his cheerfulness. You were brutish and Donatello was a snooze. Well, his brains will help me achieve further riches and I'll enjoy hiring them out. You'll work and make me money, but you'll also have all the riches you could ever want and which you deserve. Will you continue fighting me, Scarlett? I’d choose your answer wisely if you want your sisters to be all right.”
Raphael mouthed, "No. I said I'm yers and as much as my sisters hate me now, I’ll do what ya want. Just don' hurt them. I’m yers, Saki, and whomeva else ya want me ta fuck.”
“Excellent,” Shredder said with a smile. He kissed Raphael deeply and thrust his tongue into Raphael's mouth. Their tongues twined together, but Raphael's heart wasn't really in it. He was in love with Leo and badly missed him. He pretended he and Leo were kissing. There was a knock on the door. Shredder broke the kiss and said, “That’s probably my mother summoning me to dinner. I’ll see you later, my sweet wife," Shredder said and left the room.

A miserable Raphael lay down and closed his eyes.

I love ya so much, Leo. Yer wrong. I neva cheated on ya and I would neva hurt like ya like that. I'm gonna find ya and tell ya. As for gettin' outta here, that's probably neva gonna happen or us changin' back, but I will ensure ya don' hate me and that ya know the truth. I loved Tin Can, but I love ya most and ya will always have my heart and soul. No one can change that.

Chapter Text

Shredder went to the dining room and saw Miyoko, Boris, Novak and Maksim seated at the table.

"Bambi," Shredder yelled. "We're hungry. Bring the damn food.”
“Y-yes, Master,” Mikey stammered from the kitchen and then quickly dished food up onto two large plates. There were already dipping sauces and oriental cutlery and crockery on the table.

Mikey grabbed the plates, made his way to the dining room and tried not to stumble in his high heels.

XXXX

Mikey placed the plates in front of everyone and said, "Here’s the first course. I hope you enjoy it. It’s for you all to share.”
“What is it?” Miyoko asked.
“Pizza gyoza. You’ll love it. My bros and I were blown away when we first had them. We usually make a huge batch. I can easily eat thirty in one sitting. You can eat it by itself or dip it into the dipping sauce. I hope you like sweet chili. Use your hands or chopsticks. Whatever you prefer.”

Maksim looked at Mikey, thinking he looked odd, but knowing he’d be punished if he spoke, he said nothing and studied his hands.

Shredder nodded at the others to tuck in and using chopsticks, popped the pizza gyoza into his mouth. Chewing slowly, his face broke into a smile at the wonderful taste explosions in his mouth. He’d never had anything like it before. The turtle could definitely cook. He glanced at his mom. She also looked delighted as she ate.

“And?” Mikey asked eagerly. “Like them, Master?”
“They’re scrumptious,” Shredder said. “I could easily eat them at least twice a week, but your sisters can’t eat them too often. The bitches need to watch their weight and so do you. You'll be weighed once a week. I'll be pissed off if you weigh more than one hundred and forty pounds, so don’t go overboard testing your concoctions and lay off the sugar. You'll mostly eat salads. You're dismissed.”
Mikey tried not to bristle at his brothers being called bitches, curtsied and said, “Yes, Master. The next course will be ready in fifteen minutes. Do you want me to pour you any wine?”
“No. Mom and I rarely drink and my men don’t drink on duty. You may go, lass," "Yes, Master," Mikey said and left the room.

“Boss," Novak said. "Luka told me that Sergei has a lizard lady who comes from a distant planet called Salamandria.”
“That must be the revolting reptile Mona Lisa,” Shredder said. "She was an ally of the Turtles and helped them win battles. Interesting. I bet it’ll bring him a lot of cash. Clients like weird things. Just like mine will. I’m going to be filthy rich.”
“I think you should buy her, Boss. It’d be great revenue for us. You. He also has Chantelle, Fantasy and Destiny, who were friends of the Turtles. They're the former Casey Jones, April O'Neil and Irma. What about buying them?”

“I’ve seen them,” Boris said. “They’re stunning, especially Chantelle. Fantasy and Destiny are toothless, because they misbehaved. Luka removed their teeth with wire cutters. I was furious, because I love doing things like that and I wanted to do it.”
“I’ll put in an offer for lizard girl and Chantelle," Shredder said. "I hated Casey Jones. He was an arrogant prick. Having him under my thumb will be fun. I’ll call Sergei after dinner.” His eyes suddenly landed on Maksim. “Who’s the kid? I didn’t know a kid was here.”

“Mine allegedly,” Novak said. “My parents told me. I don’t want him. I’ll get rid of him if I have to. He means nothing to me and is a bloody brat. It’s probably not mine. His mother slept with everything on two legs.”
Shredder ignored him and said, “What’s your name, boy, and how old are you?”

“Maksim,” the boy said, trying not to tremble. “I’m six.”
“Don't be afraid, child,” Shredder said in an uncharacteristically kind tone. “I won’t hurt you. You're safe here and no harm will befall you. I promise. Novak, I’m not a particularly nice man, but one thing I won't tolerate is child abuse. Family's everything to me. Treat your kid well or there’ll be consequences.”

“But, Boss, he’s in the damn way," Novak protested. "How am I supposed to do my job with him always around?”
“I’ll leave him with Scarlett when you're on duty, so she can practice being a mother,” Shredder said. “And I'll take him under my wing. Perhaps he'll take after me when I retire. Would you like that, Maksim? I'm extremely wealthy.”

“I want my mommy,” Maksim said as he blinked back tears. “And my granny. I miss them so much. Mommy’s in Heaven. I know she is. I saw a rainbow the other day and Granny said that it was a sign that God was looking after Mommy and telling us she's well.”
“There’s no such thing as Heaven,” Novak said sneeringly and curled his lip. “Your mom was a whore and is in Hell.”

“Novak,” Shredder warned.
“Boss, I’ll be nicer to the brat, but I won’t let him believe in that shit. Heaven. I mean, really. Kid’s delusional and his mommy was far from a nice person.”

“She was much nicer than you,” Maksim said, summoning up courage. “And she never hit me.”
“She should have! You’re a spoilt brat," Novak snapped.

Mikey entered the room and was wheeling a trolley on which were plates of vegetables, roast beef and gravy boats.

It smelled delicious and Mikey beat a hasty retreat after he'd served them.

“I agree with you about Heaven, Novak,” Shredder said a few minutes later when they’d tucked in.
“It does exist,” Maksim said. “All my pets went there.”

Everyone laughed at him.

“You live in a dream world, kid," Novak said. "It’s something adults say to make you feel better. If one existed and if there was a God, I’d have been…” He stopped, not wishing to talk about his violent childhood and to reveal painful memories. He was continuing the pattern with his own son, but it was normal behavior to him now. Solving things with fists and not words worked. Why change things?

Maksims's lower lip quivered as tears rained down his face.

“Come now,” Shredder said. “I’ll show you my dojo later. Do you like ninjutsu?”
“What is that?” Maksim asked.
“Martial arts. I can teach you if you like and you can be a ninja.”
“Like on TV?”
“Yes. And you can work for me someday, fight bad guys and be a hero. Would you like that?”

“You never fought bad guys,” Mikey muttered under his breath, having entered the room to clear the plates.
“What was that?” Shredder asked sharply.
“Nothing,” Mikey said quickly. “I said you were always a great fighter, Master. Hey there, young man. Are you okay?”
“Of course I was." Shredder deliberately dropped a fork and as Mikey bent down to pick it up, he pinched his butt, making him squeal. Shredder chuckled. “I was a much better fighter than you freaks of nature.”

Maksim sighed internally and wished he were dead. That'd be preferable than being in a room with the “horrible and weird” adults. He felt sorry for Bambi. She seemed to be picked on as much as him, which he couldn’t understand. Bambi seemed nice.

Mikey finished clearing the table, headed to the kitchen and returned ten minutes later with a trolley on which were several Martini glasses containing chocolate mousse. He handed out the glasses, curtsied and fled to his kitchen. He was grateful that service was over for the evening and he prayed Shredder wouldn’t fulfil his desire of a threesome with him and Raphael.

Shredder yawned and said, “I’m going to call Sergei and then go to bed. Scarlett’s waiting for me. Boris and Novak, keep an eye on the sisters.”
Jealousy surged through Novak at the thought of his boss bedding Scarlett and he said, trying not to sound too eager, “Boss, didn’t you want me to look after Scarlett?”
Shredder saw through it and sniggered, “It seems like you’re attached to the bitch, Novak. You almost sound jealous.”
“Of course not. It’s just I thought I was her boss when you… I mean…”
Shredder’s phone dinged. He glanced at the text message, sighed and said, "Business calls. Novak, it looks like you got what you wanted. I don’t blame you for taking a liking to the bitch. She can be charming, but keep in mind that even though you’ll occasionally fuck her, she's mine and she'll be my wife one day. Goodnight, Mother. Later, kid. Night, Novak and Boris," Shredder said and exited the room.

“The other men and I can handle the sisters if you want fun with Scarlett, Novak," Boris said and smirked.
“She’s feisty, though,” Miyoko said and snickered.

Novak's face flamed with embarrassment. He stood and said, “Bedtime, Maksim. I have plans." Then he and Maksim left the room.

XXXX

Novak and Maksim went down a long corridor and stopped outside a door.

“Go in there and to bed,” Novak ordered. “I’ll see you later. Don’t leave your room or I’ll whip you. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Novak,” Maksim whimpered.
“Good,” Novak said, shoving him into the room and closing the door behind him.

Then whistling and his heart racing with excitement, he headed to Shredder’s room.

XXXX

Raphael didn’t bother looking up when the door opened, but he flinched when a hand touched his shoulder and a voice said, “Hello, Scarlett. Remember me?”

Recognizing the voice, a shiver ran down Raphael’s spine.

Shredder's sick, but this Novak guy's far worse. 

“Why are you afraid, girly?" Novak asked. "I won't hurt you. Well, not unless you misbehave. I’m a reasonable guy. I don’t attack for no reason. Look at me, Scarlett. Come now, pretty girl. Look at me.”

Anger surged through Raphael at the villain's words.

Boy, ya dick. Why can't ya get that through yer skull?

“I said, look at me,” Novak said as he lifted Raphael’s chin and then stared into his red eyes. “Good girl. How are you?”
“How the fuck do ya want me ta be?” Raphael mouthed.
“Such language, sweetheart. It's unnecessary. You really are gorgeous,” Novak said and slipped a hand between Raphael’s legs.
The emasculated turtle swatted it away and mouthed, “Don' fuckin’ touch me, ya pervert.”
“Playing hard to get, huh? That’s cute, but you should realize that you’re an inferior being and that your body belongs to everyone who wishes to use it.”
“The only inferior bein’ here is ya. Ya don' even get that I’m a boy and that I hate ya.”
“Were a boy. You’re so in denial, Scarlett. As for hating me, that’ll grow into love. I can be a very charming man and a sweet lover when I want to be,” Novak said and then pressed his lips against Raphael’s.
“Bah!” Raphael mouthed. He pulled away and wiped his mouth with his hand in disgust. "Go ta hell. Where's old Bucket Brain anyway?”
“Boss is busy, so you’re stuck with me. Stop resisting, sweet Scarlett, and let me love you.”
“Love this!” Raphael mouthed and slapped his face.
Novak winced, frowned and said, “You’ll be very sorry for that, girly. All I want to do is love you. I find you irresistible. Why the fuck do you have to be such a challenge? Why can’t you be obedient and docile like girls should be?”
“I ain’t no fuckin’ girl!” Raphael mouthed, his eyes flashing. “Ya shoulda picked someone like Mikey if ya want obedience. It ain’t in my nature!”
“You will learn! I will teach you!” Novak yelled as he unzipped his pants.
“Good luck, pal. Othas tried and failed. Ya will too and ya don' scare me.”

Novak’s eyes gleamed dangerously. He flipped Raphael onto his plastron, lined his dick up at Raphael’s entrance and thrust into him and his eyes were glazed over with desire and lust.

Raphael fought back, kicked, punched and succeeded in getting away. He had his back against the wall and intense hatred was written all over his face.

Novak glowered and said, “Insolent girl!”
“Yer fuckin’ sick,” Raphael mouthed. “Rape. Ain’t ya got no shame? Is that how ya got yer girls ta submit by usin' violence and threats? What a man ya are! Real men don' hafta resort ta that. If ya want someone ta love ya, ya woo them and treat them with respect and love.”
Novak’s nostrils flared at the insult and he said, “I am a real man. I can show you.”
“Through violence? Yer weak. Yer old man probably also smacked yer mom around. Ya hated it, but ya couldn’t stop it. He did the same ta ya and now ya think it’s normal behavior. It ain’t! It’s sheer brutality and yer a ragin’ psycho. Beat me up. Go on. Be a man. I dare ya.”
Novak raised his fists, but a memory of his mom lying unconscious in her own blood and her teeth littering the floor flashed in his mind. He dropped his hands and said, “You have a point. You reminded me about something.”
“Of course I do. It’s logic.”

Another memory surfaced in Novak’s mind as he digested all that Raphael had said. Of someone he’d adored who’d been murdered when he was seven. He’d been at his grandmother’s house, heard the intruders and had looked for a hiding place. He'd only ventured out when the place was quiet and had found his grandmother’s prone body. He then called the cops. He’d had nightmares for years, but hadn’t thought about her or his painful childhood in years and had repressed the memories. Scarlett with her intellect and logic, reminded him of the days long past when he’d been an innocent boy and desperate to be loved, before he’d gone on the path of savagery and evilness. His grandmother had been his haven from the beatings and had tried to shield him from his father’s wrath. His mother had also tried, but had been unsuccessful.

Novak suddenly felt like he was a little boy, vulnerable and exposed as he remembered his childhood: the incessant beatings, fights, blood and doctor visits.

“What ya thinkin’ about?” Raphael mouthed. “Ya hear nothin' I said?”
Novak withdrew a gold necklace from his coat pocket and said, “This belonged to my grandmother, Svetlana. She was an angel and I loved her so much. I know you think I’m a brute, but I wasn’t always this way. I want you to have it, Scarlett, and I’m sorry.”
Raphael tossed the necklace at him and mouthed, “Fuck ya! Ya try ta rape me and now ya wanna gimme presents. Go and fuck yerself!”
“I understand your unwillingness. I was wrong.”
“Get bent!”
Novak hung his head, looked like a puppy who’d been kicked and instead of lashing out like Raphael had thought he’d do, said, “You were right, Scarlett. I was wrong to force myself on you. I hope you’ll grow to love me. I can offer you a good life.”
“A good life?” Raphael mouthed and stared at Novak in incredulity. “Ya mean be yer bitch? Hell no. I’d rather die and be Tin Can’s lover. He’s wicked, but he don' smack me around. I could neva love a dick like ya.”
“I’ll prove you wrong. I’ll leave my grandmother’s necklace here. It’ll look beautiful on you. Good night, sweet girl."

Novak placed the necklace on the bed and left the room.

Raphael watched the goon leave.

Weirdo. I musta been a real shit in a past life ta be changed into a fuckin' pansy and ta have all the psychos afta me? What next? Are Bebop and Rocksteady also gonna profess love? What about Leo? Is he okay? When am I gonna see him? I miss him and need him.

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Novak returned to the bedroom an hour later and said, “What if I make you a sweet deal, Scarlett? Would you think better of me? It’d benefit us both.”
“Why don' ya fuck off?” Raphael mouthed. “Nothin' ya could say or could do could make me rethink my opinion of ya.”
Novak sighed, sat on the bed and said, “You have every reason to despise me. I haven’t exactly been honorable and I’ve been a terrible man. I swore I wouldn’t be one and that I would grow up noble, kind, decent, a family man, someone I could be proud of and someone my mom could be proud of, but life sometimes changes you and not always for the better. I had a horrific childhood. I watched my dad beat my mom every night and I saw my murdered grandmother’s corpse. I guess somewhere along the way I became desensitized and became my dad all over again. Cold, cruel, unfeeling, a ruthless killer. My dad worked for the Serbian State Security Service and I know he was a murderer. He bragged about his crimes. He did all he was required to do and then some. I followed in his path and now I work for the Shredder, a man who's the embodiment of evil. I admired him and was delighted when I was asked to work for him. I thought it’d be a wonderful career move. Meeting you has made me rethink my life, awakened my conscience and...”
“Fuck the epiphany and trip down memory lane!” Raphael mouthed. “Do ya expect me ta feel sorry for ya? Ya had a shitty life, but ya had a choice. Ya coulda become someone else. Ya didn’t hafta copy yer dad. Millions of people have had awful lives and turned out ta be incredible people. Ya can’t use that as an excuse for the asshole ya are.”
“You’re right and I’m not looking for sympathy. Just stating a fact. I had a choice and I made the wrong one. Meeting you has awakened my conscience. I want to make things right and start over with a clean slate. You don’t belong here and I was serious about what I said earlier. I’ve never been in love before. I’ve fucked people, but it was a means to an end and it was devoid of any emotional attachment. Maybe because I thought I was unlovable deep down, but whatever it was, I never loved. I love my mom, but there’s a sense of failure on my part. I failed her as a son and couldn’t protect her. Now she’s dying and I… Anyway, what I’m trying to say is… Damn it. I’ve fallen in love with you, Scarlett-Raphael-whatever. I know it’s strange, but I have and I want to help you.”
“I don' love ya, ya wacko. Yer the epitome of everythin' I don't want in a mate.”
“I know that’s what I represented, but I can be tender and caring. I’ll treat you well. I’m proposing that you run away with me. I’ll care for you and give you the love and respect you deserve. You’ll lack for nothing.”
“I love someone else and ya could neva have my heart.”
“Perhaps not, but you and I could live in harmony. I'll find a way of helping your brothers to escape if you agree.”
“So, it’s a bribe, huh? We're all trapped here foreva if I don' agree, but ya'll help us escape and I gotta be with ya if I agree.”
Novak shrugged and said, “Call it what you want. It's the only way you’re getting out of here. I’ll give you time to mull it over and then I want an answer.”
“Where the hell would we go? They know where our lair is. We got nowhere ta go, no money and they'd find us. They're resourceful.”
“Indeed, but I’m a clever man and I have a few friends in high places who could help. I sense you’d be an excellent mom to my son. He’s six and his mom just died. Kid’s taking it rather hard. I can’t see why. Biljana wasn’t likeable. Anyway, I’ve made my proposal and I’m sincere.”
“I love Leo. Yer askin’ me ta give him up, ain’t ya?”
“I am. It’s a small price to pay for their freedom.”
“Small price, huh?” Raphael said sarcastically. “Leo’s the most incredible guy I know. He’s gentle, lovin’, sweet, intelligent, noble. Everythin' ya ain’t. I’m supposed ta give him up for a scumbag like ya, so that we can all be free. It ain’t a small price. Yer askin' me a fuckin’ revoltin’ thing and I…”
“The alternative is spending your entire existence here or until Shredder tires of you. Dolls live forever, so I thought… I won’t live forever. I’m twenty-two and when I’ve passed, you’re free to do as you wish and to love your Leo again. I know I’d be better for you than Shredder. I know I could make you happy. I know I’d do everything in my power to do that. What I have would be yours. I make excellent money and it’d all go to you and Maksim. Shredder doesn’t care about your welfare, your happiness or anything. He sees you as a moneymaking machine, even though he claims he’ll marry you. The status as his wife won’t bring about any significant changes to your living conditions. You’ll be whored out to whomever. It'll be exclusive with me and I’ll take care of your every need. I’ll also give money to your brothers and you’ll be able to visit them. Family’s important.”
“Yer fuckin' weird. I can’t figure ya out. Ya try ta force yerself on me, slap me around and then offer me a safe haven and help ta free us all. Who are ya really, Novak? The wicked tyrant or a man who yearns ta be loved and who wants ta be good?”
“I don’t know. No one’s all good and all evil. I think we all are a bit of both, including you. You have a dark side too. Everyone does. Mine just shone brighter than everyone else’s.”
“I guess. I need time ta think about it.”
“I appreciate that, but I’d have thought it’d be easy to decide. Your brothers’ freedom. They must be bitterly unhappy. They all look like rabbits caught in the headlights. I know what I’d choose if I were a loving sibling.”
“Ya mean deer. I love my siblings, but Leo…”
“It’s been a long day. Get some rest and we’ll talk tomorrow. Wear the necklace. It’s a sign of my lifelong devotion to you.”
“Ya eva been with a man before? Ya do know I'm one, right?”
“Technically, you’re an it, but you’re a woman to me and the loveliest one I’ve ever seen. I feel butterflies when I’m around you and a longing in my groin to pleasure you, to hold you and to kiss you. You’re gorgeous and a woman after my own heart. I know we could be happy together.”
“Man, yer odd. I still regard myself as Raphael. That won’t change, even if I look like a chick.”
“Do you want me to call you Raphael? Maksim won’t understand. You’ll be Mommy and Scarlett publicly and Raphael in the bedroom if you insist. I’ll see you tomorrow. Sweet dreams, my love." Novak grabbed Raphael's hand, kissed it, stared adoringly into Raphael's eyes and left the room.

Raphael thought about his and Novak's conversation.

What the fuck! He wants me ta be with him and he'll free us all in return. I don' wanna do it. I love Leo incredibly and the thought of bein' apart from him foreva ta live with that creep fills me with immense sadness and revulsion, but I owe it ta my bros, don' I? They'd sacrifice their happiness if it meant we could all be saved, right? What do I do?

XXXX

Novak took a deep breath and knocked on Shredder’s door. He had his spiel rehearsed and hoped the villain bought it.

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Nobody replied to Novak’s knock and he turned back and headed to Raphael’s room. He’d try again later. He had said he'd see Raphael in the morning, but he couldn't wait until then.

Raphael was sitting on the bed with his head in his hands and trying to make the awful and heartrending decision that'd free himself and his brothers, but that would also separate him from his treasured Leo and make him Novak’s mate forever. It was so fucking unfair. Leo was everything to him, his galaxy, best friend, soulmate. How was he supposed to carry on without him? He’d see him for family gatherings, but it wouldn’t be the same. Novak had said he could be Leo’s mate when he passed, but Leo would probably have another mate by then or would have taken Mikey back, so he, Raphael would be alone then.

But he'd agree for his family. He couldn’t let them be Shredder’s prisoners for the rest of their lives, however he had a few requests or more to the point, demands. It was only fair for all he'd be deprived of.

Sensing a presence in the room, Raphael looked up and his and Novak’s eyes met.

“I’ve made my decision,” Raphael mouthed.
“Really?” Novak said hopefully.
“Yeah. I’ll be yer mate and help care for yer son, so my bros can be freed, but I also want some things.”
“Your freedom isn’t enough?”
“No. Yer askin’ me ta give up my love, so it fuckin’ ain’t. Yer gonna do some things for me.”
“Feisty little thing, aren’t you?”
“Yer gonna find a cure and change all of us back ta males. None of us wanna be this way. I want my ripped bod and cock back. I’ll still be yers. Yer gonna lemme see my family at least once a week. I ain’t gonna wear dresses, makeup, fuckin’ anythin' feminine. I’m a boy. Yer gonna treat me with love and respect. I ain’t a pet ta be dominated or smacked around. The relationship is equal at all times. I also want my voice back.”
“You’ll run as soon as you’re a male.”
“No. I’m givin’ ya my word I won’t if ya do what I ask.”
“Fine, but I have additional conditions. You’ll have ovaries and an oviduct and give me babies. I’ll also dominate in the bedroom.”
“I don' wanna give ya babies! I’m a guy, dammit!”
“You’ll be intersex. I agreed that you'd see your family, so what I stated is fair. Hmmm? You’ll be loved and cared for and like I said, you can be with Leonardo when I pass.”
“Yeah, but ya’ll live for a long time!”
“I intend to,” Novak said and chuckled when he saw Raphael's eyes flash with anger. “Relax, sweetheart. You’ll have a wonderful life with everything you’ve ever wanted. I’ll comply with your demands if you comply with mine. You can all wallow here forever as Shredder’s whores if you don't agree. The choice is yours.”

A miserable Raphael pondered what Novak had said.

I hate the thought of neva seein' Leo when I wanna and of neva bein' his mate again. It's gonna fuckin' hurt and I don' wanna have Novak's babies or be his lover. I hate the thought of us all bein' Shredder's sluts foreva far more. I'll agree, but there's one more thing I want. It's only fair that Donny suffers. He started this whole process with his fuckin' jealousy, so everythin' is his fault. Why should he get off scot-free?

“I agree ta yer terms,” Raphael mouthed. “I want one more thing, which is ta have my fuckin’ bro, Donny changed into a sex doll. See how he likes it. Maybe it’s permanent. Maybe it ain’t. That’s my decision and is payback for all the fuckin’ shit he’s caused. I want him left behind here for as long as I deem necessary. He’ll be Shredder's chick."
“Wow. You’re really a revengeful shit, aren’t you?”
“Revengeful? Me and Leo were happy and so in love. Donny couldn’t stand it, so he gave us ta our enemies who fucked us up and then we were turned into monstrosities. Hell yeah, I’m pissed and want him ta suffer for his actions. Ya would be too. Donny deserves it and so much more.”
“You have a point. Deal. I’ll talk to Baxter.”
“No. Bring Donny here, so I can do it. Ya can take photos. Now.”
Novak’s phone rang. “Yeah? You’re what? No problem, Boss. I’ll see you when you get back. Bye. That was the boss, Scarlett.”
“Raphael! Scarlett is gonna be dead.”
“He’s going on an unexpected trip, so I’m in complete charge. I’ll be back shortly, my love.” He bent and kissed Raphael’s luscious lips. “I love you.”
Raphael forced himself not to recoil and said, “Ciao.”

The emasculated turtle watched the villain leave the room and thought about his twisted genius brother.

Was betrayin' yer bros really worth it, Donny? Ya should know that there are always consequences ta actions. I hope ya love bein' Shredder's chick. That's what ya deserve for all the misery ya've caused us. I ain't fuckin' sorry.

XXXX

Novak went to Donny's quarters and released sleeping gas into the room. Then he lifted the sleeping turtle into his arms and returned to Raphael’s room.

XXXX

Novak entered Raphael’s room and said, “Follow me to the lab.”

Raphael followed Novak and thought about his brainiac brother.

Soon, ya will know what it feels like ta be betrayed, Donny, ya fuckin' asshole. I hope ya enjoy the ride.

XXXX

Novak and Raphael entered the lab.

Donny was hung by his belt on a meat hook and had his arms dangling at his sides.

“Want to do the honor, Scarlett?” Novak asked and pointed at a vial on the desk.
“It’s Raphael and yeah,” Raphael said and picked up the vial. “It’ll be my pleasure.”

A grinning Raphael grinned poured the contents of the vial onto his still passed out brother.

The genius immediately transformed into a female turtle. His muscle mass had vanished, his plastron was now convex, instead of concave, he had 38 DD boobs, his tail was shorter and the fat had distributed to his hips and butts. His legs were long and toned. Long red hair cascaded down his shoulders. His olive skin and chocolate brown eyes were all that remained of his former self, but that would also change.

“He hates me most,” Raphael said. “We had a thing before me and Leo. I broke up with him, cuz he did some shitty things ta me. Then he was bitter that me and Leo hooked up, cuz he wanted Leo. He was exiled and we gave him anotha chance a few months lata, as he said he was sorry and accepted the dynamics. We trusted him and he was plottin' ta get ridda us, so he could have Leo. He was neva sorry and betrayed us. We shoulda neva forgiven him. Anyway, I think he should be painted red, which is my favorite color, so he’ll be reminded of me every day, but I got a dilemma now. He’s the resident scientist, so he'd search for a cure. Ton't happen if I leave him here."
“I’m a scientist,” Novak said. “I will never give up until I find one. He stays here.”

Donny came to, shook his head to clear the grogginess and mumbled, “Where am I?”
“Hey, dear bro,” Raphael mouthed. “Remember me, yer bro, who ya betrayed?”
“What’s going on, Raph? Where am I? Why do I sound so weird? Why does my scalp itch?” Donny asked nervously. He could read lips.
“Yer hangin’ by a hook in the lab, cuz ya’ve been a wicked boy. Ya betrayed yer family, so ya gotta pay for it. Don' worry, it might not be foreva.”
“What’s happened?” Donny asked in a higher pitched tone than usual. Where was his manly voice? What had been done to him?
“Well, I hate ta spoil all the fun, but here goes. Yer a chick. Surprise!” Raphael said gleefully. “Sucks, don' it? Now ya know how we felt. It was all yer fault, Donny. Yer jealousy started the whole fuckin’ mess, so ya gotta pay for yer actions.”
“Change me back now, Raphael!” Donny screamed as Raphael held up a mirror and he saw his new self. “I don’t want this.”
“Neither did we and we sure as hell didn’t wanna be raped by our enemies, but ya didn’t care about that. All ya wanted was ta keep Leo and ta make him yers, so ya ain’t gettin’ any mercy from me.”
“You’re frigging insane, Raph! Let me go!”
“I’m insane? Really? No. I’m just dishin’ out revenge and boy, is it sweet. I already feel a bit betta.”
“Raph, I mean it. Let me go and I won’t…”
“Ya don' get ta bargain. Shut the fuck up. The paint, Novak. Enjoy, Donny. I know how much ya love the color red.”
"I’ll strangle you if I ever get free!” Donny yelled, his eyes blazing. How dare Raphael do this to him!
“Yer freedom depends on my forgiveness. I ain’t gonna give it,” Raphael said heatedly, his red eyes flashing. “Don' worry, yer gonna look gorgeous and ya will grow ta love it.”
“Raphael, please! We’re family. Don’t do this. Let me down!”
“Family don' betray family, Donatello. Suck it up.”

Novak got makeup and painted a fuming Donny's toenails and fingernails deep red.

Donny struggled futilely. He was so going to kill Raphael when he was free. How could he treat his brother this way?

Novak painted Donny's entire body, including his shell red and gave him red contacts in his eyes.

A furious Donny thought about what was being done to him.

I don't want this. Fuck you, Raphael. I hate the color red. It reminds me of you, you bastard.

Novak then drew on eyelashes, eyebrows and applied mascara. He then applied red lipstick and blush to a furious Donny, who glowered at his brother.

“Havin’ fun yet?” Raphael mouthed. “The show’s only just beginnin’.”
“You’re twisted, Raphael!” Donny roared.
“Thanks.”

Donny closed his eyes, not wanting to believe this was really happening.

I'm dreaming. This isn't happening. Raphael would never do this to me. I know what I did was wrong, but I'm still family and I don't...

“Open yer eyes, Donatello. I don' want ya ta miss anythin',” Raphael said sarcastically.

Donny opened his eyes and came to a shattering realization.

It's real. This is happening. I don't want this. Please make them stop.

Donny turned puppy dog eyes on Raphael, who glared at him. 

Don came to another conclusion.

Raph has a point. I started the process, but is revenge the solution? Two wrongs don't make a right. Raph, there's still time to stop.

Donny was then dressed in a red bikini and matching bikini bottom, which barely covered his ass cheeks and his boobs practically spilled out of his bikini top.

The mortified genius blushed as he studied his new self.

I hate this. I don't want to be a girl. I want to go home to my family and I wish I could go back in time and...

“My, yer beautiful,” Raphael mouthed and snickered as he pinched Donny's boob, making him squeal. “Red’s yer color for sure. Ya need a girly name ta go with yer new self. I’m pickin’ it. How about Ruby? Suits ya. Yer all red.”
“That’s a good name,” Novak said. “She’s lovely.”

“This isn’t funny, Raph!” Donny said as tears rolled down his cheeks. “You’ve had your fun. Let me go and change me back, please. I get the point. I was a jealous and insane asshole. I’m sorry.”
“Sorry? It's too late for sorry, Donatello. Have ya any idea what we've endured, cuz of ya? Yer bros were savagely raped and tortured. No. Ya ain’t sorry. Yer only sorry, cuz ya wanna escape this. Well, ya ain’t. This is yer fate. Suck it up. I had ta and so did Leo and Mikey.”

Raphael picked up a piece of paper, scribbled a note and smiled.

“Anyway, I gotta go, Ruby. It’s been real. Let’s neva do it again, huh?” Raphael mouthed.
“Where are you going?” Donny bellowed. “Don’t leave me!”
“I’m leavin’ with the othas. Yer gonna stay here. Don' worry, yer gonna be fine. Shredder will take care of ya. Ya will be his bitch. It's fittin’ afta all ya put us through. He’s brutal, but ya will grow ta love him. Heck, maybe ya like pain.”
“I HATE YOU! LET ME GO!”
“Ciao,” Raphael said as he waved.
“RAPHAEL, COME BACK HERE!”

Novak opened the door.

Raphael ignored the former Donny and exited the room with Novak. Don had got what he deserved. Maybe he, Raphael, would forgive Donny someday, but now he had to find Leo and Mikey.

XXXX

Novak and Raphael searched for Leo and found him seated at the kitchen table kitchen.

“Leo,” Raphael said happily. “Oh, Leo, I’m so glad I found ya.”
“Raph?” Leo said as he looked up and tried to read Raphael's lips. "I thought you hated me.”

“I’ll give you five minutes. Then we have to leave. When I say run, you do as I say, okay?” Novak said and kissed Raphael’s cheek. Then he left the room.

Raphael nodded.

“What’s he talking about, Raph?” Leo asked as jealousy coursed through him that his Raphael had been kissed by someone else.
“The short story is that he’s gettin’ us outta here, Leo, and he’s gonna change us back ta males. That's what matters and we’ll be free," Raphael mouthed.
“Then we can be together again," Leo said, concentrating and managing to understand him. "That’s if you don’t hate me for what happened. Do you?"
“I don' hate ya. I neva could. I was just pissed. Yer my soulmate and I adore ya. I always will."
“I love you too, Raphie,” Leo said joyously. “Always and forever.”
"Aishiteru."

Raphael would tell Leo the rest after they'd escaped.

Mikey entered the kitchen and Raphael filled him in.

“And Donny?” Mikey asked. He could read lips as well. “What about him? I know he was a dick, but we gotta find him. We can't leave him here."
“NO!” Raphael mouthed. "He ain’t comin’. He’s Shredder's sex doll now as penance until I think he’s had enough atonin’. He deserves it. Look what he fuckin’ put us through, Mikey. Don' ya fuckin’ feel bad for him!”

“RUN!” Novak yelled in the distance as the house suddenly plunged into darkness.

Raphael realized the mains had been turned off and he ran for his life, not knowing if Mikey and Leo had followed him.

Please let them have followed me or I'm neva gonna see them again. They'll be trapped as Shredder's slaves foreva. Please let Leo agree for once that revenge was deserved. Not bein' Leo's mate will fuckin' hurt, but neva bein' able ta see him will hurt far more. Oh, Leo, my love, please have followed me.

Chapter Text

To Raphael’s immense relief, he soon spotted Novak and Leo, the former directing them to a parked van nearby.

“I had time to get it,” Novak said. “Get in and we can go.”
“What about your son and Mikey?” Raphael mouthed. “We gotta wait for them.”
“No time. We have to leave now,” Novak said as he climbed into the van’s driving seat.

“I’m not leaving without Mikey,” Leo said crossly as he folded his arms. “And how could you leave your son in this place and not feel awful about it? What kind of father are you?”
“Fine,” Novak snapped. “We wait a few minutes, but it's your fault if we're caught. Love, are you okay? I was worried I wouldn’t see you again.”

“I’m fine,” Raphael mouthed. “Don’ worry ‘bout me. Leo...”
“What’s up with that? Is he your mate now?” Leo asked jealously as he narrowed his eyes.
“I’ll explain lata. We got more important...”

“Dudes,” Mikey said breathlessly as he ran towards them, Maksim close behind. “I didn’t know where to go until I saw you. What now? Where's Donny?"
“Mikey, thank heavens you’re okay,” Leo said joyously as he threw his arms around him. “I was so worried you wouldn’t make it.”
“I missed you too, babe,” Mikey said and then he planted a kiss on Leo’s lips.

“Get in now!” Novak ordered. "Donatello isn't coming per my sweetheart's insistence."
“Who died and made you boss?” Mikey asked crossly.

“It’s either listenin' or stayin’ here with Shredder,” Raphael mouthed. “Take yer pick.”
“I’m coming!” Mikey said as he quickly climbed into the backseat. He was followed by Leo and Maksim, the latter not saying a word throughout everything.

Raphael climbed into the front passenger seat, put on his seatbelt and mouthed, “Floor it, Novak!”
“You got it, angel,” Novak said as he started the engine.

“Can you not call him that?” Leo said furiously. “He’s not yours. He’s mine!”

Novak decided not to reply, knowing that Raphael would honor their deal and would tell Leo about it later. He put pedal to the metal and it wasn’t long before they were on the highway.

XXXX

Meanwhile, an incensed Shredder had turned the mains on. Checking each room, he soon discovered that his prisoners, including his precious Scarlett were gone. Snarling with rage, he opened the door to the final room and located Donny, who still hung on a meat hook.

“What the heck is this?” Shredder asked in surprise.
“Cut me down now!” Donny demanded.
“Why should I? Who are you?”
“I’m Donatello. Raphael turned me into this. I hate it. I wanna go home,” Donny whined as he stared at Shredder intently.
“I know a lot about you, Donatello,” Shredder said in a tone that sent a shiver down his spine. “And none of it is good. You told my Raphael, my Scarlett that she needed blood thinners, but in reality, you were trying to chemically castrate her, so that she wouldn’t be a love rival for Leonardo, who you lustered after. Then you told Leonardo and Michelangelo that Scarlett raped you. They believed you and Scarlett was subsequently exiled. In reality, you and Scarlett had sex that was initiated by you, but it was only a means to subdue and to dominate Scarlett.”
“Not true! Raph did rape me!” Donny insisted
“Bullshit. Scarlett and I were lovers and she told me everything. No. You do not deserve freedom. Not after all of that. Your punishment is to remain with me as my lover. You will also find Scarlett. Do you hear me? I want her back. Failure to adhere will result in you being thrown into the incinerator!”
“You can’t do that!” Donny protested. “It’s forced submission and I hate Raphael.”
“I can do anything I want,” Shredder said as he cupped Donny’s cheek. “You listen to me or I’ll throw you into the incinerator right now. You’re lucky I’m letting you live.”
“Fine,” Donny said sulkily. “I’ll do what you want.”
“Good girl,” Shredder said mockingly as he finally cut Donny down. “You need a new name. Donatello is no longer fitting. I know,” he added as he snapped his fingers. “Ruby.”
“Raphael called me that. I hate it!” Donny said irately.
“Then it’s perfect for you,” Shredder said with a grin. “I’ll take you to my study and you can get cracking trying to find Scarlett. I love her more than anything. Then tonight, we can get acquainted in my room.”
“Yes,” Donny said miserably.
“It’s yes, Master,” Shredder said hotly. “Got it?”
“Yes, Master,” Donny said despondently.
“Good girl. Follow me,” Shredder said as he left the room.

Donny obediently tottered after him. I hate you, Raphael. I hope I find you. Then I'll toss you into the incinerator. How could you do this to me and leave me with our enemy? I would never do that to you.

XXXX

Novak drove for five hours straight until he was deep into the Connecticut country, where a friend of his owned a farm.

Parking, he said, “My friend spends his winters in the Cayman Islands, so he’s not here until April. There’s a spare key around here someplace.”
“And the neighbors?” Leo asked, climbing out of the van and gazing around. “They keep to themselves?”
“Yes. We should be okay here. Are you alright, honey?” Novak asked as he got out and then helped Raphael out of the van.

“All good,” Raphael mouthed.

“I’m fine too if anyone cares,” Mikey said as he and Maksim got out of the van. “Whoa. I love the thatched house. Dutch architecture, right?”
“Yes,” Novak said as he hunted for the spare key. “My friend’s family were Dutch and it was a nod to their Motherland. It’s a fire hazard, though, but thankfully that hasn’t happened yet. Found it,” Novak said triumphantly as he located the key under a rosebush. “Let’s go inside.”

XXXX

They trooped inside. The living room was pretty basic with a couple of couches, armchairs, a 90-inch plasma TV and a fireplace. The kitchen only had a freezer, gas stove and a kettle. There were four bedrooms, one of which was a study. That was where Novak planned on doing his research to cure the others.

“My darling and I are having the master bedroom,” Novak piped up before anyone could lay claim to the rooms. “The rest of you...”
“Fuck you,” Leo hissed. “Raphael will be with me and Mikey. He’s my mate.”
“Ah. I think the talk is long overdue,” Novak said and to Leo’s ire, he kissed Raphael’s lips. “See you soon, love. I will get our room sorted and then make a start on dinner. Maksim, come help me.”

Maksim nodded and followed his dad to the master bedroom.

“So, what’s the deal, Raph?” Leo asked. "I try to lip read, but I don't always understand. Tell me. You can read lips, right, Mike?”
“Yeah. I’ll translate,” Mikey said.

“It’s like this,” a nervous Raphael mouthed. “Novak said he’d cure us if I stay with him as his mate and have a family with him. I agreed, so ya all could be freed.”

Mikey translated.

Leo angrily clenched his fists and said, “That’s fucking crap, Raph. I thought you loved me. How could you agree to that?”
“It wasn’t an easy decision, Leo,” Raphael mouthed. “I hate givin' ya up, but stayin’ with Shredder would have been far worse.”

Mikey translated.

“No,” Leo snapped. “It wouldn’t have been. At least, we would been able to love each other sometimes.”
“We still can,” Raphael mouthed. “Ya can visit too.”

Mikey translated.

“But as your brother only and I can't touch you. That’ll be hell for me,” Leo said hotly. “Look, you don’t have to honor this deal. As soon as we’re cured, we can knock him out and leave. Please, Raphie. I can’t stand the thought of you being with him and of never being able to love you."
“For me too, but I can’t do that,” Raphael mouthed. “I promised him. Have ya forgotten the ninja code of honor? I can’t go back on my word. The kid needs help too. He won’t cope with just him and Novak. Novak’s like a bomb waitin’ ta explode.”

Mikey translated and said, “Nah. You can’t, Raph. Don’t worry, Leo. You still have me and I’m much better than him in every way. If I was in the same position, there'd be no way I’d honor that dumb agreement. I’d find a way to stay with you. Clearly, Raphael doesn’t love you as much as I do.” Mikey possessively wrapped his arms around Leo and said with a smirk, "You're out, Raph." He was rewarded with a glare from Raphael.

“So, the kid and your word are more important than me, than us?” Leo asked as his heart sank.
“Of course not, babe, but I got no real choice. I gotta follow through with it," Raphael mouthed. "Maybe one day when he passes, we can...”
“No!” Leo yelled. “I’m not waiting in the hope he passes, Raph. If you love me so much, you’ll renege this deal and come with me and Mikey when we’re cured.”
“Lower yer voice. If he hears, he ain't gonna cure us. I can’t. He’ll keep us this way or return us ta this if we do that, Leo. Ya really wanna look like this foreva? At least if we’re cured, we can have normal lives,” Raphael mouthed. "We could still meet up and have secret trysts, Leo. I would find a way ta do that."

Mikey translated.

“But not each other,” Leo countered. “You’re prepared to accept that, Raph. I most definitely am not. Nor will I accept crumbs or secret trysts. I want all of you all the time as my cherished lover who lives with me. Not just when you can. You’ve chosen to honor that agreement, so you’ve lost me completely and you can stay with him. Mikey and I will leave as soon as we’re cured. Don't visit. I don’t wanna see you," a devastated Leo added and stalked off to a bedroom.

“You’re a fool, Raph,” Mikey said as he glanced at a dejected Raphael. “Leo loves you so much and you’re choosing to honor that agreement. Some mate you are. Yeah. I’m glad, as I finally have him all to myself, but I’m sad for him.”
“It was a fuckin' hard decision,” Raphael mouthed. “Ya think I really wanna be Novak’s bedmate?”
“Yeah. Honestly, I do or you’d pick Leo, who has always been there for you. Promises can be sometimes be broken and this is one of those times. I’ll see you at dinner. Leave Leo alone. He’s done with you and you need to accept that.”
“One day, Novak will die and Leo will take me back,” Raphael mouthed. “If he don’ take me back before that. He loves me. He’s just mad right now. Ya will see. He loves me more than he loves ya. He always has."
“Uh huh. By then, Leo and I will have a family and being the sweet and loyal person he is, he wouldn’t ruin that set up and leave me for you and I sure as hell won't welcome you back as his other mate again. I never should have agreed to in the first place. Don’t worry, Raphie. You have your Novak. Enjoy him and playing house,” Mikey said with a chuckle and went to join Leo.

Raphael reflected on all that had happened.

I understand Leo’s anger. I would have reacted the same way. Mikey’s totally wrong. Once Leo’s calmed down, he’ll talk ta me and he’ll take me back. I know he will. He loves me and he would neva let nothin' or no one separate us foreva. We'll have secret trysts until Novak croaks. Then we can have the family we both want and be together foreva. Talk ta me soon, Leo. Please.

XXXX

Novak had heard the conversation in the living room and he beamed with satisfaction as he finished making his and Raphael's bed.

Leonardo's done with my darling. That is incredible news. It means I have won him and have nothing to worry about. We will have a happy and long life with our babies. I will shower him with the affection he deserves. He will never want for anything and all he will care about is me and our family. I love him so much. Oh. And he will dress up as Scarlett sometimes. I have ways of making him agree to that. Manipulative yes, but they will be effective. Threats always work.