Underfoot ((LitShark & Aliceinchains36))

A loud and resonant slam issued through the great meeting hall of the Foot Clan’s Coney Island headquarters, as a thousand or so eager recruits all snapped to attention at the arrival of their legendary Master and Sensei, Master Shredder. The Foot Clan had cells scattered across the East Coast, each filled with more new recruits every month, eager to learn the way of ancient martial arts and to earn their spot among the most notorious gangsters in modern memory. The Foot had many things, money, influence, an overseas drug ring that grossed millions internationally—yet, in the eyes of many, the Foot Clan was still defined by their greatest impediment: the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.

Over the years, the Foot Clan had compiled tomes of information about New York’s most beloved mutants, including their shared origin and known associates. One known associate in particular had her own thick file among the Foot Clan’s intelligence sector, the well-known media figure and professional spin artist April O’Neil of the Channel 6 propaganda machine. In addition to her on-air smear campaign against the ancient and noble Foot Clan, Ms. O’Neil has provided myriad clandestine operations in support of those slimy sewer-dwellers.

It’s no secret that Ms. O’Neil represents the most vulnerable cog in the Turtles’ counter-operations, their Achilles heel, so to speak—but countless prior attempts at leveraging her against them have backfired catastrophically. In some instances, the turtles fought their way out of elaborate traps, in others Ms. O’Neil herself sabotaged the operation from her role as captive, but the results have been the same—failure and dishonor for the noble Foot Clan.

“My beloved brothers and sisters!” Master Shredder called down to the assemblage from his pulpit overlooking the hall, “for too long, we have skulked in the shadows, flinching away from every bump in the night, but I have come here to put an end to that hesitation, once and for all. I have come here to return the might and glory of the ancient and noble Foot Clan—to turn our adversaries on themselves and make our shortcomings into our strengths!”

Kia!!!

The assembled crowd all shouted in unison, thrusting their fists into the air in a unified ovation of support and enthusiasm, then, just as abruptly as it had begun it was over, the soldiers all snapped back to attention to hear the rest of their venerable Master’s speech.

“Our return to glory does indeed grow neigh, brothers and sisters. In the meantime, however, I must ask each of you for your unqualified assistance—something of the utmost importance, which may require a great deal of discipline. I ask this, not because I am afraid—less so because I want any of you to be afraid, but rather because we are SO very close to the future that we all deserve. Our intelligence sector has been working for months on this plan, and I want nothing to interfere with this endeavor. For this reason, I must ask that all of you suspend all operations out of this facility for the next two months—no muggings, no extortions, no drug deals—not even a hand to hand in the parking lot. As of now, the Coney Island Chapter of the Foot Clan is suspended.” a hushed murmur passed briefly through the crowd, causing Shredder to hold up an open palm for silence, “I realize that this may affect you financially, but rest assured, you will be compensated for your cooperation. I do not intend, either, for any of you to sit idle. From now until the end of this operation, each and every one of you is tasked with two vital operations—firstly, to ensure that the existence of this headquarters and this operation remain secret, and secondly to defend the secret of this location with the entirety of your collective might. Nothing is more vital to this plan. For a brief time, you must remain invisible—then, like the true ninjas you all are, we shall strike with speed, precision and accuracy—never to be forced back into the shadows again!”

Kia!!!


From above the long plumes of black smoke resembled broad, crooked, black pillars issuing forth from the windows of the Manhattan courthouse. The blades of the huge, tactical chopper beat at the air as the pilot banked around the smoke and descended. Through the open, sliding door, Shredder looked down at the line of media outlets covering yet another apparent terrorist strike, perpetrated by the Foot Clan.

“There!” Shredder called up to the cockpit, indicating the Channel 6 news truck with the orange flames reflected off of his long, sharpened blades that he wore on the back of each hand, “she’s there! Drop the ropes.”

The matching door on the other side of the helicopter slid open and eight nylon ropes dropped in a perimeter around the three-person news-team from Channel 6. The first hooded Foot Soldier to repel from the aircraft targeted the cameraman, delivering a swift kick to his face before the soldiers feet even touched down. The camera was swiftly stomped into pieces, while the cameraman himself was brutally stomped as well, soon after. The second man to repel down from the chopper dropped down from almost eight feet above the ground, immediately wrapping his martially trained arms around the newscaster, Ms. April O’Neil herself. By the time she had a chance to scream, a third soldier was delivering an uppercut to her sound engineer.

One after another, hooded, trained soldiers repelled down from the chopper, spreading out and assaulting one cameraman after another and vandalizing every piece of equipment they could get their hands on, ensuring that no footage of the capture escaped the scene was a critical component to this part of the plan.

When there were sixteen soldiers spread out among the various news outlets, some of the firefighters on scene pulled their attention from fighting the blaze to try and fight off the soldiers apparently targeting newscasters. More sirens rang out, but the backup of traffic from the bombing prevented further law enforcement from arriving—the police already on scene were all locked in mortal combat with the fierce soldiers, fighting with blades, staves, feet and fists.

“Now!!” Shredder called from the chopper, releasing a harness from inside the cabin.

The soldier who had been holding April in his arms throughout the assault was quickly clipped into the padded harness and a hoop was placed around both his and her bodies by one of his compatriots. Once the harness was around April and the soldier who was clearly responsible for securing her, the one who had secured them both in the harness signaled the chopper. In the same instance, Shredder activated a winch which began to raise both bodies back up to the chopper and the pilot pulled back on the stick, gaining altitude and easily lifting both bodies off of the street.

Soon, the chopper was high above the city and Shredder and the Foot Soldier who hadn’t been left behind were wrestling with April to pull her inside of the large chopper as it sped away from the city, over the Atlantic Ocean.

“Where would you even go, Ms. O’Neil? Please, don’t struggle. I’d rather not have to harm you before we begin,” Shredder said ominously from behind his mask, gripping her slender wrist in one hand and leveling the long blades on the back of his other hand with her throat, “if I wanted to kill you, I already would have.”

April took a deep breath as her camera man silently counted down.
Three... Two... One...

"This is April O'Neil, Channel Six news, coming to you from downtown Manhattan. Another attack in the Foot's continued war on our city has come to-"

April was cut off as a helicopter came to hover above her and rain ninjas onto her and her crew. She watched in horror as her cameraman and sound engineer were stomped into the ground by the brutal Foot Clan soldiers. She was about to run, when a pair of strong arms grabbed her from behind.

"Hey! Let go of me you creep!" She shouted kicking and wriggling her shoulders trying to break out of his powerful grip. Her fight was futile however, as she felt a harness wrapped around her, the thick rope going under her large breasts and raising them a bit higher on her chest. She could feel the rope go taunt, and after a moment she and her captor were littered into the air.

"Let! Me! Go!" April shrieked as she flew through the air, kicking and screaming helplessly. After a few moments in the air, she felt hands on her jumpsuit hoisting her into the helicopter. She fought with all her might, but her tiny frame was no match for the strong hands that held her. She heard a deep voice and turned to see Shredder, his wrist mounted spikes leveled at her throat.

"Fuck you! You bastard!" She shouted spitting in his face. "The guys will find me and kick your metal ass! Just you wait!" April shrieked, still struggling against the ninja that held her.

Shredder didn’t flinch when April spat in his face, it was par for the course—she always cursed and resented them whenever they took her, but this time it was going to be different, he knew it. The mask had blocked most of her saliva anyway, so rather than lashing out at her as he usually would, Shredder just forced her to straighten the arm that he had a hold of by pressing hard on a pressure point in her wrist. With her arm completely straight and rigid, Shredder rolled up the sleeve of her yellow jumpsuit past the elbow.

“Yes, yes, child. I’m certain that you believe that to be true—the historical evidence certainly supports that assertion, but I believe that you’re looking at this situation backwards. We haven’t kidnapped you, Ms. O’Neil—we’ve liberated you from the clutches of those despicable, brainwashing turtles. You’re still under their spell, I see. Don’t worry, though. We now have the tools to return you to your true self,” Shredder said evenly, retrieving a small box from the wall that contained an audio recording device and a syringe labeled #1, ”the mutants have dulled your senses, this injection will help to restore you to your true self. Be still now.”

The syringe slid into April’s arm and Shredder moved swiftly to push the plunger down and inject the full dosage into her bloodstream. According to Krang, this first-stage injection was supposed to immediately increase the tactile sensitivity of every inch of April’s body by about two times. The syringe also included a powerful dosage of prescription birth control medication to prevent any… misunderstandings that might result from her pending transition.

”First-stage injection administered. Findings to follow.” Shredder said into the recorder after clipping and discarding the syringe in a biowaste container, ”Do you feel any different yet, April? It’s very important that you give me your honest feedback if we’re going to reverse what those awful mutants did to you.”

It seemed unlikely that April would buy into these lies, at this early stage in the operation, but as the medications and brainwashing began to take hold, Krang had been almost certain that repetition would lend credence to the claims that it was in fact Shredder and his cohorts rescuing her from the turtles, not the other way around.

”Do you feel any different? Less numb than before, like the world is more alive?” Shredder asked, slipping off his bladed gauntlets and casting them aside, ”How about now?”

When he asked the second part of his question, Shredder slid the zipper on April’s jumpsuit down a few inches, exposing more of her firm, round breasts. He slid his hand across her collarbones, rough, martially trained fingers sliding over her chest and inside the collar of her open jumpsuit. His large palm fit neatly around her rounded flesh and he squeezed, not hard, but not softly either—the perfect pressure for appraisal and appreciation. His index finger and thumb quickly escaped formation, sliding inward to gently capture and pinch her left nipple with his right hand, using his grip on her chest to slide her between his legs and come to rest with her head against his chest, the leftover soldier aiding him in repositioning her.

”Does that feel good?” Shredder asked, his tone somewhere between sympathetic and taunting as he gently twisted the pointed, little nub of flesh.

While Master Shredder toyed with April’s breast, the chopper banked and descended, landing on the wide flight deck of a massive aircraft carrier that was anchored in deep ocean. The landing gear touched down on the rough surface of the deck as Shredder began squeezing tighter and tighter on the pillowy flesh of April’s tit.

"You're not saving me! They're my friends!" April shouted at him, still trying to free herself from her captors. She watched in horror as Shredder removed a syringe from a box. "Hey what is that!?" April screamed as he slipped the needle into her arm. "No! Don't put that in me!" She screamed as he pushed the plunger. She watched as the yellow liquid disappeared into her vein. "What did you do to me!? What is that stuff!?" April screamed frantically, her body already beginning to tingle.

April tuned out what Shredder was saying, her mind frantically trying to take stock of what was happening to her body. Her focus returned to Shredder when his hand pulled her zipper halfway down her chest. She'd been captured many times before, but they'd never touched her sexually. So what he was doing now was even more terrifying. "You can't do this! Don't you have a warrior's code of honor! I'm your prisoner! I'm a woman! You can't!" April screamed as his fingers traced down her chest before disappearing between her cleavage and into get jumpsuit.

Shredder gripped her firm breast, before pinching her nipple. April hated to admit it, but his fingers felt good. It had been so long since she'd been touched by a man. Hanging out with giant turtles didn't leave her a lot of dating opportunities, and whatever was in that syringe was making her so sensitive! Without thought, April moaned and ached into his touch. Her face turned scarlet when she realized what she was doing. Getting pleasured by the enemy, it was so humiliating! She quickly leaved down and sunk her teeth into his arm as hard as she could. She tasted blood, but didn't let go, she just bit down harder.

“Aaargh!!” Shredder cried out, wrenching his arm away from April as she bit down hard on his arm and managed to break the skin with her perfectly straight teeth, “bitch!”

Driven by pure instinct, Shredder managed to wrest his arm away from the girl’s jaws, causing the breast that he’d been fondling to fall free of her partially unzipped jumpsuit and remain exposed after he’d pulled away. Shredder was unused to managing his emotions, given that his position of power seldom required it of him, so he reached back and slapped her across the face with the back of his hand before considering the larger plan. She hurt him, so he wanted to hurt her back.

It was a shame, too—since things had been going better than expected up to the point when she bit him. He’d heard her moan and felt her back arching upward into his caress, the #1 injection seemed to be working well, but now the illusion was broken. At least for the moment. It wasn’t until the third or fourth treatment that April’s body would begin to process pain signals as pleasure, so the backhanded slap he’d delivered to her face would simply hurt twice as much as it would have without the injection, and neither she nor Shredder took any pleasure in the act.

On the surface of the aircraft carrier, Bebop and Rocksteady were approaching, right on time for their part of the plan. They approached the chopper as Shredder quickly bandaged his arm where he’d been bitten.

”Do you have so much disdain for your own race?” Shredder asked as the mutated rhino and warthog reached into the chopper, grabbing April by her upper arms with frightful strength and dragging her out of the chopper, ”Very well, since you love your precious mutants so much, I’ll leave you in the care of mutants. When I see you again, I hope to find you more appreciative of this elaborate rescue. Take her away, boys.”

“Sure thing, boss,” Rocksteady answered with a lascivious grin, easily lifting the slender human from the floor of the chopper, “we’ll take real good care of her.”

“Yeah, *snort* real good,” Bebop echoed before leaning down to run his thick, bumpy tongue along the side of April’s long, shapely neck, “*snort*”

”Good, I entrust her to your care,” Shredder said, sitting back in the chopper, ”I’m going back to the island to make sure that everything is still going according to plan. You boys have fun, now—but remember not to be too rough with her… yet.”

“You got it, boss. *snort*” Bebop responded, taking advantage of her exposed breast by cupping and squeezing it in the hand he wasn’t using to control her arm.

With that, the chopper lifted off again, leaving April in the powerful hands of the two specially engineered mutants who dragged her across the tarmac to a metal doorway that led down into the ship’s interior. They descended several flights of stairs before reaching what seemed to be a rusted, old, metal storage container that sat above a set of metal, sliding doors that seemed to open directly into the water.

“Welcome to your new home, Miss O’Neil,” Rocksteady sneered, releasing April’s wrist in favor of her breast, being more rough than his counterpart as he squeezed the breast still clothed in her jumpsuit, “it might not look like much now, but in a few days you’ll think of this little box as the happiest place on Earth, heh heh heh.”

Bebop swung the creaking door open and flicked a switch, causing a flickering halogen tube to illuminate. There was a filthy, old mattress on the floor, at the back of the container, several metal containers that seemed to be used for storing gas, a large digital clock that read 00:00 and more sex toys than April could name off the top of her head.

“In we go *snort*” Bebop smirked, shoving April inside and following closely after.

Rocksteady shut and locked the door behind them, then flicked a switch on the wall that set the digital clock to read 24:00. Outside the container a loud gurgling noise issued forth, the sound of rushing water surrounding the metal container. Rocksteady turned the knob on one of the upright bottles of air, marked “O2” and then there was silence for a long time, interrupted only by a constant humming. Occasionally, there was a loud bang that seemed to issue from the container itself, which Bebop and Rocksteady recognized as the container adapting to the pressure of deep water.

“It’s just us now, baby. Why don’t you come give us a big kiss.” Rocksteady smiled, approaching April with a look of pure lust in his eyes.

April screamed in agony when Shredder's hand made contact with her face. It was like he slammed her in the face with a train. Despite herself she began to sob, the pain radiating from her face too much for her to cope with. She quit fighting against Shredder as she was handed off to Bebop and Rocksteady. She shivered in disgust as the giant pig ran his slimy tongue over her skin and molested her exposed breast. "Let me go you disgusting freaks!" She shrieked, her voice sounding so much weaker from her sobs. The monsters just laughed and carried her through the ship.

April gave up fighting and meekly hung in the pig's hands as he fondled her exposed breast and dragged her into the bowels of the ship. They led her to a rusty container and tossed her onto an old mattes within before following her. The mattress was stained and disgusting. It smelled like piss and mold, and it made her want to vomit.

April looked up when she felt the container move. She saw where it was, and knew she was trapped underwater with these animals. She knew there was no escape. When Rocksteady began speaking her stomach dropped. She knew what was going to happen next, but she asked anyways. "What are you going to do to me?" She asked pulling her breast back into her jumpsuit before zipping it back up.

Rocksteady smirked as April covered her exposed breast and asked what was in store for her, by way of reply, the rhino just licked his lips slowly and took a step toward her. Bebop had already made his way to the back of the storage container, instinctively flanking his prey while also gathering a few select devices for what he knew was coming next. Rocksteady took another step toward April, getting close enough to grab her, which he did—grasping her luscious breast through her jumpsuit with one powerful, grey hand while his other large hand cupped the side of her face and less-than-gently urged her into a deep, sloppy kiss, his oversized, wet tongue wriggling its way into April’s mouth.

When the shapely reporter tried to recoil and pull away, she backed directly into Bebop who had come up behind her. The warthog reached around her to grasp her other breast, while sliding the Hitachi wand, that he’d grabbed from the selection of toys on the back wall, between her thighs and pressed the vibrating head firmly against the union of her thighs. The wand was set on a medium setting, but the vibrations were still very powerful and easily felt, even through her jumpsuit.

While Bebop changed his wrist angle to force the vibrating head of the wand harder against the faint outline of April’s sex, Rocksteady opened his mouth wider to essentially tongue fuck her face, capturing her tongue within the fold of his own and stroking it back and forth inside her mouth. Rocksteady also moved back to the zipper of her jumpsuit, reluctantly releasing her breast and slowly pulling the zipper back down one tooth at a time.

“We’re just gonna spend some time with you, babe,” Rocksteady smirked, tugging the zipper still lower, “keep you entertained while you keep us entertained—you know, doing what you’re best at: being a whore. Don’t you know that about yourself? Can’t you feel it already, now that you’re not so numb? Can’t you feel that this isn’t the body of a reporter? You’re a whore—it’s what you were born to be.”

When Rocksteady had finished his rehearsed bit of indoctrination, he slipped his hand inside of April’s jumpsuit, this time exposing the other breast and squeezing it harder than before, feeling out her stiff nipple and squeezing it as hard as he was squeezing the supple flesh of her breast with his rough, battle-hardened thumb against the coarse edge of his hand.

“Yeah babe, *snort* you were never a reporter. You’ve always been a cum-craving slut *snort*, those turtles just made you forget,” Bebop confirmed, speaking softer as he ground his growing erection against April’s toned ass, grinding his hips back and forth while the vibrating wand pressed on her from the other direction, “we’re going to help you remember, though *snort*.”

After his bit was done, Bebop returned to his previous strategy of lathing April’s slender, crane-like neck with his large, bumpy tongue. Rocksteady was already back to kissing the beautiful reporter, being slightly more judicious with his tongue this time, but still working hard to stimulate hers inside her mouth. Rocksteady’s thumb began to roll April’s nipple along the edge of his hand while his finger crept into the silken strands of her hair, combing gently along her scalp.

“Make it easy on yourself, babe,” Rocksteady said in the closest he could muster to a bedroom voice, once the kiss broke, “we’ll all enjoy this more if we don’t have to force you—but if necessary, we can enjoy that too.”

It wasn't true! It couldn't be! They were just lying to her, trying to confuse her. She wasn't a whore, she was a proud woman with a respectable job. She was a reporter! But she did feel more sensitive to everything, like she'd been numb... But no! It was whatever was in that syringe they gave her. It was just making her feel like this... Right?

April was drawn from her disturbing thoughts as Rocksteady literally tried to shove his tongue down her throat. It was huge and flat, and it tasted disgusting. April pulled away coughing and gagging, only to have Bebop grab her from behind and shove a vibrator between her legs. "Stop it! I'm not a goddamn whore! I'm a reporter." April shouted as Rocksteady approached her. He pulled her breast from her jumpsuit and began to squeeze the soft flesh like it was a stress ball.

They told her not to fight as the groped and licked her. They said to enjoy it. Fuck that! April had enough. She jumped back as Bebop held her, leaning against him to get her legs between Rocksteady and herself. She lashed out with both legs, hitting the rhino square in the chest. Her untrained kick probably didn't hurt him, but it pushed him far enough away. In almost the same moment, moving on pure instinct, April managed to turn and elbow Bebop in the face. She scrambled away as be dropped her, running for the air tanks. She grabbed one of the heavy tanks and threw it as hard as she could at Rocksteady before grabbing another and wielding it like a weapon. "Stay back you disgusting freaks! I won't fuck you! Ever! I'm a reporter! I'm a reporter!" April screamed hysterically, waving the tank in front of her like a sword.

“Oof!” Rocksteady grunted as April’s white, leather boots made solid contact with his chest and kicked him back a pace, “bitch!”

“Bwah!” Bebop echoed his partner as April lashed out with a vicious, overhand back elbow that caught the warthog directly under his chin, he stumbled back a pace and lost his grip on both April and the Hitachi wand, which rattled around in a small circle against the steel floor, “that hurt! *snort*”

“Seems like the bitch needs to see what the ‘hard way’ feels like,” Rocksteady said through a sneer, using his large palm to swat away the heavy air canister that was heaved at his head, the metal cylinder clattered loudly against the metal wall and floor, causing another loud noise to echo through the small room, reminding its occupants of the terrifying pressure outside of this metal container, “that’s alright. I was looking forward to this part too.”

Rocksteady grabbed a long riding crop from the wall, with a small scrap of leather joined to the end of the flexible rod. Bebop quickly followed suit, grasping a wood-handled cat ‘o nine tails from the opposite wall. Neither paid much mind to April’s frantic screams, or her wielding of another oxygen tank. Under the fluorescent lights, she looked quite ridiculous—eyes frantic, already weary muscles straining to maintain the heavy gas tank aloft with one of her magnificent, firm breasts exposed and jiggling each time she changed her grasp on the tank.

Bebop and Rocksteady both approached cautiously, neither in any particular hurry to resolve this minor standoff, each smiling over his individual delight at the current situation. It was Rocksteady who moved first, catching the side of the large tank in his massive palm and lashing out with the riding crop, swatting April’s exposed breast with a loud —Kak!!!—

The strike from the riding crop left a rectangular red mark just shy of her puckered, pink nipple. Bebop seized the opportunity left by his compatriot’s precise hit, swinging low with the cat ‘o nine at her opposite hip, letting the various coiled braids of leather wrap around her lithe body and snap together across her asscheek with a series of snaps —Thwack!!!—

When April recoiled in the other direction from Bebop’s flogging of her ass, Rocksteady was able to wrest the Oxygen tank away from her and strike again with the riding crop, this time hitting higher on her chest and leaving a red mark between her collarbones —Kak!!— followed quickly by another swing of the cat ‘o nine across the small of April’s back—Thwack!!—now that she was all but defenseless, neither had any reason to hold back, and they worked in practiced concert to rain down stinging hits from both sides, backing April into the far corner of the storage container—Kack!!—Thwack!!—Kak!!—Thwack!!—Kak!!—Thwack!!—

“Get her clothes off, it’s time to punish her with my cock for a while—maybe that will help trigger some memories.” Rocksteady sneered, snatching down the shoulder of her jumpsuit and tugging the sleeve off of her wrist. Bebop followed suit with a snort and snatched off the other side of her jumpsuit, letting it fall down her back and leaving her naked from the waist up.

Rocksteady grabbed her belt next and used the sturdy strap of white leather to pull the slender girl back to her feet. He tossed her back down onto all fours on the mattress, following closely and draping her smaller body in his own. His tongue traced the outline of her ear while his brittle chest hairs poked her in the back. His hands were again occupied with her belt, unclasping it this time and whipping it off of her body in a dramatic pull. With that, he tugged the zipper the rest of the way down and reached inside of the yellow fabric to pull her jumpsuit the rest of the way down, bundling the entire garment around her knees.

“You’ll remember, slut. My cock will knock all of the cobwebs away,” Rocksteady whispered into April’s now wet ear, opening his own belt and pants now.

The thick, grey shaft made its own slapping noise as Rocksteady freed it from his camouflage pants. His cock landed between April’s firm, reddening asscheeks, extending all the way to the small of her back, while his heavy balls tickled her inner thighs. April’s belt was wrapped around her slender neck and sinched in around her throat, beginning to choke her as Rocksteady pulled on the belt and pushed with his hips, forcing the wide, crowned head of his massive cock into April’s tiny, unpracticed slit.

“Ooooohh Shit! You’ve gotten tight, you whore!”

April fought but it was no use against the trained warriors. The easily disarmed her, bad showered her with hits from a flog and riding crop. After a few moments April's exposed breast was red and stinging, and she was sure her ass would be the same. But of course the didn't give her time to recover. Before she knew it, she was on her hands and knees on the filthy mattress, her jumpsuit pulled down to her knees, and her belt around her neck. She knew what was next, but she still wasn't prepared for the massive cock that forced itself into her tight, and mostly dry, pussy. The pain was immense, and she couldn't even form a coherent thought. She just screamed at the top of her lungs, but her cries were easily cut off by the tightening on the belt on her neck. April tried to fight, tried to escape, but she was completly helpless. Completly at their mercy.

Rocksteady groaned as his thick cock forced its way into April’s tight pussy, feeling the resistance of her unprepared body fighting him but only succeeding in making the constricting feeling around his cock grow more intense. He did notice that she was drier than he’d hoped, apparently the “Stage 1” medication wasn’t quite as effective as the mutant had hoped. He drew back, pulling most of the shaft out of her until only the thick crown of his cock remained inside, also releasing the pressure on the belt to allow her to breathe more easily—and scream, Rocksteady liked the way she screamed. He spat a large, opaque glob of saliva down onto his thick shaft, letting it land with a splat and coat his thick shaft in spit.

“Hand me that…um, that thing. The wand.” Rocksteady called over his shoulder, keeping his eyes on the nearly naked woman stabbed by the tip of his cock and reaching over his shoulder for the requested device, “the whore’s not getting it yet.”

Bebop handed over the Hitachi wand to his companion before retrieving his own massive cock from inside his pants and beginning to stroke it. Rocksteady wrapped his hand around April’s hip and positioned the rubber head between her thighs, doing his best to line up the device with her clit before turning it on high power. Rocksteady could feel the powerful vibrations from the device, moving through her reluctant pussy and into his cock. He groaned and sank his shaft again, this time sufficiently lubricated, but no smaller within the confines of April’s clenching pussy.

“Ohhhh shit. Take it, you slut,” Rocksteady sneered, cinching the belt around April’s throat again and pulling her upper body back toward him again when his cock ran out of real estate, “you’re going to cum on my cock whether you like it or not, whore. You can’t fight who—or what you really are. You’re a whore, you’ve always been a whore. Now you’re our whore.”

“Come on, *snort* hurry it up. I want a turn, *snort*” Bebop intervened, already standing at his full erect length of 16”, “don’t take all day *snort*.”

“Shut it,” Rocksteady answered, shaking his head dismissively as he withdrew and then pounded his cock back home in one, fluid motion, baring down with the vibrator against April’s clit more insistently, “you’ll get a turn. We’ve got the whore down here for twenty more hours. She’s gonna get fucked in every hole, by each of us before we go back up, so relax.”

After reiterating the amount of time the three would remain in isolation, Rocksteady released the belt around April’s neck and gave her firm, toned ass a big ((SMACK!)) just as he drove his cock into her again. He reached under her, grasping the breast that had endured the worst of the flogging and cupped it in his massive, grey palm. He wasn’t rough with it this time, instead caressing it almost tenderly as his thumb rubbed small circles against her nipple. He smashed his cock against her cervix again.

“Go on, bitch! Scream for me. Tell me you love it, slut!” Rocksteady demanded, finding a rhythm and fucking April’s slender body roughly while he continued to torment her clit with the high-intensity vibrator, wiggling the device from side to side as he bottomed out inside her over and over again, “you’re going to feel like you’ve been fucked by a freight train when we’re done with you!”