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Four tried to be good for the rest of the time the two men finished cleaning him. He kept his mouth shut and didn't complain when they scrubbed too hard or got close to his private region. A medical team also came and took the faceless man away, saying that he was suffering from shock and they would have to wait for him to come out of it before doing any surgery, then they left as quickly as they came.
The mutant kept his eyes trained on the floor. He tried not to think about what his master would do to him, but he couldn't help it. When he was clean, the two remaining men in suits dried Four with white fluffy towels.
The larger man went to the door and unlocked it with a click.
"What are you doing?" The other protested, still in the process of drying the mutant's shell, "It could run out and tear up the place!"
The other closest to the door shook his head, "Remember what you said about its master? I don't think it wants to risk more of a beating than what it is about to get from Kier."
The mutant stayed silent and followed the men out without any sorts of restraints. What both of the men said were true. He could try to escape and delay his punishment for a little while, but he knew that in the end, he would only be doing more damage than necessary. He couldn't help but think of all the beatings he'd received over the years, leaving his body broken and battered. Although he knew he deserved every scrap of food and drip of water and every broken bone was good for him in the end and earned the love of his master even more. His claws scraped on the linoleum as he walked on all fours, his abnormally long tail dragging behind him.
Although the two men lead the way, Four had memorized where his master's room was. Down the long hallway past the washing room, take a left then immediate right at the next hallway, then up the elevator to ground level and a straight shot to Kier's room. He would say the directions over and over in his head as they progressed.
They took the left at the end of the white hall, almost bumping into a woman in scrubs preparing injections on a small rolling cart. Four walked more slowly, eyeing the person. He watched her closely. This person seemed different than the men who normally visit his room. This person had lumps of flesh on their chest and a thin face with frail-looking arms along with wide set hips. He cocked his head to the side, wondering what this strange creature was.
She didn't pay much attention to the men, but almost jumped out of her skin when she saw that Four was walking freely, "Michael, Andrew, what the fuck!" She nearly threw herself against the wall, dropping the small brown bottle of medication. It exploded when it hit the ground, shards of glass shooting out in all directions, the medicine splattering on the wall and the floor.
Four didn't have time to react before splinters of glass lodged in his left calf. He hissed in pain, giving a sharp yelp like a dog having its tail stepped on. He put a hand to his skin out of reflex, only to drive the glass deeper into his flesh. He made himself into a ball, wrapping his arms around his injured leg and gnashed his teeth together, something he did when in pain or curious, but mostly out of habit. The tip of his tail curled around his ankle, as if his instincts were telling him to calm down, but he found it difficult.
"Watch it!" The larger of the two men rushed to Four's side, examining his wounds, "Kier will have my head on a platter if any more mutants show up to him hurt." He pressed his hand gently to the mutant's skin, to help stunt the bleeding. He whispered to the turtle softly, reassuring him that he was all right. Four looked at "Michael" quizzically from behind his leg. He wasn't sure how to react. No one had ever treated him this way, with such sincerity and softness. Mostly everyone he saw hated him, except for his master, of course.
The woman huffed, stooping down to clean up the mess she made with a paper towel, "Well, I don't care if that thing is Kier's favorite; I don't to have my face ripped off like Sage's was."
Four felt his stomach churn, but he was tired of vomiting, so he held it down. He looked to Mike and said, "Slap me, please."
The woman gasped, slicing open her finger on a thick piece of glass, "It can talk, too?"
Michael gave a confused look, lifting his bloody hand slightly from the wounds on Four's leg before remembering what he was doing and put it back into place, "I'm not going to slap you."
The mutant shook his head from side to side, "Please, you have to." He didn't like the feeling that the human was giving him, whatever feeling it was. He preferred to be called a slut and a whore and to be slapped and beaten and then be taken over and over. This is what he was used to. This is what he's experienced as far back as he can remember and his mind wasn't prepared to be treated otherwise.
The human said nothing and simply used his fingers to pluck out the shards of glass he could see before asking the woman in scrubs for some bandage and antiseptic. He then proceeded to wrap the area where the glass stuck into the mutant's calf, "Let me carry you to Kier's room." This wasn't a question, more like a warning before he put one arm behind the mutant's shell and the other arm under his legs, bridal style. It was easy to lift the turtle, seeing that he weighed a mere ninety pounds, nearly thirty pounds less than what he should have been. Michael couldn't see how Four was even alive with such little body mass, but he knew not to question his boss out loud.
"You know we're going to blame you for this right, Annie?" The other man, Andrew, pointed out to the woman just as Michael began to make his way to the elevator at the end of the next hall over.
Annie rolled her eyes, "Yeah, yeah, Kier doesn't scare me." She continued to fill the syringes with another fluid.
"He should; he's a powerful man." He said simply before jogging to catch up with his partner.
"Alright, here we go." Michael knocked on the door of his boss's room, still holding the mutant bridal style, and then waited for a response.
A deep, stern voice penetrated the tension in the air like a double edged sword, "Come in."
The sound of keys on a laptop filled the air, not stopping even when the three entered the room. Kier's bedroom was pretty large with a king sized bed with a red and black comforter and a large oak desk sitting in the far corner facing the center of the room, near the huge window that was currently covered by a set of shades. The carpet was plush and dark brown with little bits of tan tufts giving the floor a dead grass appearance. A black dresser stood beside the closed closet. Other than that, his room was pretty bare.
The master looked up from his typing and shut the laptop, pulling his reading glasses from his nose and putting them inside his breast pocket, "What do we have here?" His voice dripped with sarcasm, "My prized mutant turtle, the only mutant turtle ever in captivity is injured?" He stood from his chair, putting his hands behind his back and puffed out his chest, tilting his head slightly to look in his men's eyes, "Now, who am I to punish for this?" Neither of the men gave an answer, merely avoiding eye contact with their boss. "Put my mutant down."
Michael obeyed, setting Four gently on the floor. The mutant couldn't help but let out a purr as his toes touched the soft carpeting. He always loved to have the material between his toes and fingers. He would even sometimes just lie on the floor for hours, feeling the carpet with his face. When on the floor, he crawled on all fours to his master's right side before resting back on his thick tail.
"Four, who am I to punish?" Kier never broke eye contact with his men.
Four nearly looked to his master before remembering his place and keeping his eyes on his fingers groping at the soft carpet. He didn't want to see Andrew and Michael receive a punishment because he grew rather fond of the two over the past few hours, even if Andrew called him disgusting that one time. Suddenly, he remembered the woman in the hall way, "Annie, the man with lumps on his chest and long hair."
Kier chuckled at his pet's ignorance, "That is called a 'woman', Four, they are very different than us men."
"Yes, Master." The mutant agreed, after all, he was always right.
With a wave of his hand, Kier sent Michael and Andrew away. Four noticed that Michael looked back before shutting the door behind him. The mutant could hear the click of their heels as they walked away as his master turned to him, "I'm surprised at you, Four, that you did not blame my two men." His eyes narrowed as he tapped his foot to the carpet, "Do you like them?"
Four swallowed hard. He knew he could not lie to his master, but he didn't want anything to happen to them, Michael especially, "No Master, you are the only one who I love and care about." He could feel his stomach drop with each word. He loved his master to no end, but he hated lying. Four bowed to Kier until his beak touched the floor.
"Good." Kier began to take off his suit jacket while loosening his tie, "For your answer, I shall give you a reward. You know what to do." He flung his jacket onto his desk, knocking off a stack of papers onto the floor. Then, the master backed up until his leg touched the edge of the bed and sat down, the cushioning moaned beneath his weight.
With this, Four nodded and make his way over to where his master sat. It was like this every time Four got a reward, but he could feel his manhood begin to swell and peak out of the slit between his legs. He always got excited when it came to pleasuring his master.
Four began at his master's feet, gingerly taking off his shoes, being careful not to leave any scratches in the shiny leather. Next he took off his black socks and put the aside. Four then took Kier's right foot in his palms and put his toes in his mouth, sliding his tongue over every digit and nail, tasting the sweat that came from a day's walking. Kier watched with a smug look on his face, knowing that the mutant would do anything he ordered without hesitation, "Enough." Four stopped and put his foot back to the carpet. He began to undo his belt and then unzip his pant, reaching into his silk boxers and taking out his half hard penis, "Suck, now." He ordered. And Four did. He took the head into his mouth, careful not to pierce the tender flesh with his steel teeth and used his lips and tongue to pleasure his master.
Four could feel Kier grow hard in his mouth and began bobbing his head up and down the length of his master, varying the pressure on the organ. His master's breathing changed into more labored breaths just as the mutant could feel his own gender slip out from its hiding place. However, Four knew he was forbidden from touching himself ever, so he never really knew what it felt like to be pleasured as his master, although he could guess it felt good by the way he began to moan.
Suddenly, Kier put a hand to the mutant's forehead, meaning for him to stop. Four let his master's penis go with a pop, a string of saliva still connecting the bright pink head to his beak, and then waited to be told what to do.
"On your knees." Kier stood, slipping his pants off to allow more mobility. Four nodded and turned to face away from his master and bent over on the ground, letting his cheek rest on the carpet. The turtle spread his legs apart and moving his tail to the side, leaving himself exposed to the man. He could feel his entrance twitch and spasm, a pain growing inside him that could only be relieved with penetration.
Without warning, his master thrust into him, with no preparation. It hurt, of course, but Four used his hand to cover his mouth to keep from screaming from the burning sensation of being stretched so suddenly. Kier didn't waste time pounding into his willing partner, his testicles making a slapping sound with each movement. Eventually, the pain led to pleasure and soon Four was moaning and writhing, his breath hot and ragged. Usually their sessions lasted merely a few minutes before his master orgasmed and when he did, he usually left the mutant to rest in the afterglow. However, this time, when his master orgasmed, he rolled Four onto his shell and began to speak, "Now, whore, I have a special assignment for you." Four tried to concentrate, but he found it difficult when he could feel his master's juices leaking out of him. "You are to travel to the city and destroy some targets for me. This is a very important assignment that only you can do. But before you destroy them, I want you to gain their trust and find a way to bring them here, to me."
"Master, may I have permission to speak?" Four's breathing became more even.
"You have it."
"May I ask who these targets are?"
Kier grinned, "Believe me; you will know who they are when you see them." He stopped grinning, "These targets are strong, stronger than you, but they are also ignorant of the danger which awaits them if one of my enemies try to capture them. You see, Four, I only want to save them from their current state."
"Yes, master," Four knew that everything his master said was true. Maybe these targets were starving or without meat, or something like that. All he knew was that he had to trust his master's word and abide by them.
"I will tell you the details tomorrow when I send you out, but for now, get some sleep." With that, his master redressed himself and left the room without looking back.
Four sat up, his entrance stung with each movement, but he managed to stand on his legs and make his way over to the bed, collapsing on the covers, before falling fast asleep.