master splinter (teenage mutant ninja turtles (2012) and etc) created by raccoondouglas
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STORY WRITTEN BY TORIN OTTER

“Please… mercy…”

Splinter gasped for breath as the triceraton cock pulled messily out of his muzzle, slopping cum down his chin. His torso hurt from chafing against the hole in the fuck-wall he had been trapped in for months now, but the evil saurians had no concern for his well being. To the race of brutal aliens, Splinter was nothing but a fuck toy.

“No mercy for rat bitches!” chuckled his latest abuser, who wiped his dripping cock on the rat sensei’s face, causing semen to drip onto the countless tally marks etched onto his chest. “Not so calm and collected now, are ya, bitch? Last time I was here you were tryin’ that meditation shit. Looks like trike cock got to ya, huh?”

Splinter was spared the need to respond to this by another triceraton behind him, who he couldn’t see but could certainly feel, because a cock thicker than his own arm forced its way inside him, ramming against a prostate that somehow was still able to make him howl like a bitch in heat despite 142 days of near-nonstop fucking. He felt tears leak from his exhausted eyes, his tongue flopping over his cum-matted chin as he moaned submissively, every last bit of strong, stoic sensei fucked out of him. Master Splinter he was no more; here, he was a filthy rodent, useful only as a cock sleeve for triceraton slavers.

His moans turned to gagging as the triceraton seized him by the muzzle and pried it wide, unceremoniously plunging his cock right back down his throat for its fifth round. The saurian shoved until Splinter’s nose pressed flush against its base, the pistoning of his unknown lover in his ass forcing him harder into the triceraton’s musky pubes with each thrust.

“Been far too long since I had a good throat fuck. Your turtles got me good while I was on duty.” With one hand, the triceraton grabbed Splinter’s goatee and tugged, keeping the rat’s esophagus plugged with cock. With his other, the trike pointed to a scar across his burly chest, the telltale slash of a familiar katana. “Good thing you’re here to pay for it. Don’t you dare pass out on me.”

Splinter gasped for air as the cock pulled from his windpipe, but it was a short respite. Immediately the cock, over a foot long, plunged back down his muzzle, and soon he found himself bouncing back and forth from his doms on either side of the wall. He did not think of his sons, or that he had been a slave for almost half a year. There was nothing on his mind but triceraton cock.

Cum filled and overflowed both ends, but the fucking refused to stop. When it finally did, there were two more triceratons to take their place.

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Leo stared, horrified, at the hologram projection in the empty cell. Another lead that had brought them no closer to finding Master Splinter. Speakers blasted their sensei’s moans and choking from all around, as vivid as if he were being ravaged right in front of them, but of course Splinter could have been light years away from them by now, for all they knew. There was nothing to go on, but they had to keep looking.

His brothers watched with him in appalled silence, except for Mikey, who had his hands over his ears, his eyes squeezed shut. But Leo was sure his orange-garbed brother could still hear, especially when the triceraton hologram fucking Splinter’s face pulled out and turned to address them.

“Come and get him, turtles. We’ve been waiting 142 days now.”

The triceraton laughed, swinging his heavy cock and smacking Splinter lewdly across the face. The last thing they heard was their sensei’s whimpers as the hologram winked out, leaving the four of them standing alone in the darkness of the empty cell.

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“PLEASE! PLEASE! MERCY! MERCY!”

The gang of triceratons laughed, drowning out Splinter’s pleas. The four of them clinked their mugs, each taking a swig as they watched their comrade pound the rat’s destroyed ass.

“Surprised he’s still tight as he is. My girlfriend’s loose as fuck after just a couple hours,” one of them said, raising his empty glass to the triceraton currently ravaging the unfortunate rat. With a roar, the triceraton’s body stiffened, and flecks of cum sprayed from around his cock, overflowing out of the slave’s hole. The rat gave a pained yelp as the enormous cock popped out of his ass, cum gushing down his legs and to the floor.

“Tag in,” the spent trike said casually, bumping fists with one of his comrades, whose cock was bigger than his. As the spent triceraton filled his mug, he and the others watched Splinter’s latest customer press his wide cocktip against the rat’s distended ass. It met some slight resistance, just for a moment, then easily slid inside.

“YEAH!” The four observing trikes cheered and laughed, clinking their mugs again, just as Splinter whined, “Nooooo… please… ” but there was no sympathy from the new triceraton. His hips bucked forward as he began building up speed, pistoning into the brutal pace that was routine for triceraton breeding. Splinter screamed, but he was drowned out by the raucous cheering of the audience of trikes.
Apparently the noise had attracted the attention of more comrades, one of whom poked his head into the room, giving a low whistle at the sight of Splinter’s ravaged ass.

“Room for three more?”

“Make that four,” piped up a voice behind him.

“Sure, we’ve got enough to drink and fuck for the whole night!” one of the trikes chuckled, gesturing toward the keg and the stack of mugs as four more triceraton soldiers piled into the room. Splinter’s brutal gauntlet continued, triceraton males coming and going, sampling both ends and coming back for seconds, thirds, fourths.

“Let’s take a group pic for the turtles to find. Bet they’ll still be looking once we reach a year with this bitch.”

“If he lasts that long.”

“Oh, he will. He’s been living off our jizz for this long…”

There was widespread laughter, and underneath it all, barely audible above the triceratons’ voices, was a pained whimper of a rat who would welcome in day 143 with no respite.

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