Leo, Raph, and Mikey had found Don's things in the junkyard. Without his shell cell, there was no way of tracking him down. This was not good. They all became concerned. But who would take him?
There was always the Foot or Bishop who could have found him. They would get their brother back. Raph was so ready to pound their heads in.
But they would have to wait until tonight. Reluctantly, they went home because it was daytime. They now had the unpleasant duty to tell Master Splinter that Donatello was missing.
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Beatrice didn't like Don's squirming, so she climbed onto the table, making him panic even more. She then turned her back on him and climbed on top of his stomach.
"Get off of me!" He cried out.
She began the tedious task of trying to pull Don's legs apart. Two other men came over and helped to part them.
Don tried with all his might to keep his legs together, but it was no use. They were held apart. He still held his tail clamped to his body.
"Now the final part."
Don felt his tail being touched and he cried out in fear. "Agh! DON'T PLEASE! DON'T TOUCH ME!"
His tail was held though the muscle that controlled it tried pulling it back.
Beatrice tried rubbing the area in an attempt to get the turtle aroused. Don just continued to fight however.
When nothing was happening, she got off of him and he finally relaxed a bit.
"I figured that as a male turtle, you'd be interested in having a sexual need satisfied. This could help to satisfy that urge. Just let yourself out, Donatello, or we'll have to resort to more drastic measures."
"I won't let you do this to me!" He snapped at her. "Just let me go!"
"I have had some x-rays and ultrasounds done on you and there are couple good spots in the belly that look good to hold the embryo."
"There's no embryo, and there's not going to be any!"
"Yes, there is. Give it to him." Beatrice ordered, and Don looked as she moved out of the way, and another man stepped forward. He had a syringe in his hand.
Don saw it and tried to move away from him, but the man grabbed onto Don's left leg and gave him the injection. Then he backed off.
"It won't be long now." The woman said.
Indeed, it wasn't long before Donatello felt a feeling down in his lower belly that got to be so painful that he finally had to let himself out. He was so erect he was ready for the urge to be satisfied.
"Stick that AV on him." Beatrice ordered.
"Very well."
Two men had grabbed Don's legs again and kept them apart. The third man came forward, grabbed Don's member and put it into the AV. Don winced at the pain of being touched. But once inside, Don could feel it was nice and warm. Like body heat. The urge was too strong and Don began to instinctively thrust into the AV. The drugs in his system were forcing him to.
Don also couldn't resist the urge to churr, that this was a good feeling. His animal instincts had taken over.
Beatrice had never heard such a sound before, but she allowed it. It was a cute sound.
Don had started out slow, but with some assistance from the man with the AV, it got Don to pick up his pace. And it didn't take long for Don to spill his seed directly into the AV. There was some final pumping and it got Don to finish hard. He winced at the force it made him give. All of his seed was pumped from him.
Don laid back against the table, sweaty and breathless. He was breathing hard.
"Wow! He sure gave a good amount! This thing is full!" The AV man announced as he removed the device off of Don's member.
"You did a good job, Donatello. I think we'll be collecting some more." Beatrice said.
Don looked over at her, startled. He shook his head. "No, please no."
"Don't worry. I can clearly see you are exhausted. It will be later on. For now, you can relax, but I still do have my eye on the prize for the future." She said. "A few more collections and then it will truly begin." She gave his exposed belly a rub.
Don tried to jerk away from her touch. His member had already begun to go back to normal and he pulled himself back into his hidden pocket.
He felt more than humiliated. Then the two men that had held his legs apart let go and came up to his arms and undid the restraints. They got a good grip on his arms and pulled him to his feet.
The turtle was so exhausted he felt he could barely stand. They pulled him along, but not too hard on him.
Donny was taken to a cell that had a bed in it, a toilet, and a sink. But the downfall was that there were also shackles in this room. They were put on his wrists and locked. They weren't too tight to cut off blood circulation, but they were tight enough.
Don immediately went to the bed and curled himself against the wall. He wrapped his arms around himself and had his legs close to his body. He couldn't help but begin to cry. He wasn't here that long and already he had been tortured. He trembled in fear of what else they were going to do to him.
He really didn't want to endanger a baby. Being pregnant with one would only endanger its life and his. And he didn't want any scientists to get their hands on a child of his. He had to escape before this Beatrice could succeed with this plan, though he felt the idea of being able to get him pregnant was slim to none anyway.
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It hurt to see the look on Master Splinter's face when he had heard that his son had been kidnapped. All of his brothers were in pain too.
April, Casey, and even Leatherhead were notified throughout the day and they got just as upset.
Donny was like a thread that held the family together. They all needed his level head, his tech savvy mind, and his ability to be their family doctor. Life would never be the same without him. They were all going to help look for him.
Later than night, the turtles brought Master Splinter to the place they had found Don's stuff and he sniffed around to see if he recognized the scent of who could have kidnapped him.
"I do smell humans, and they are familiar. It was the Foot!" Splinter said angrily.
"I'm so ready to pound their heads in!" Raph growled.
"Let's go get our brother back!" Leo gave the order.
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Don didn't move from his spot on the bed. He stayed huddled against the wall, making himself as small as possible, just trying to protect himself from letting anyone do that to him again.
Then, his door was unlocked and he saw Beatrice walk in. She was alone, and she had something in her hands.
"Please go away." Don pleaded.
"Donatello, I brought you some food." She said. "I know you're scared at being away from home and your family right now, but you still need to eat."
"I'm not hungry."
"Look, Donny, I'm not leaving until you do eat something. And you can eat naturally for me, or we can do it the hard way. What's it going to be?"
Don looked up at her with a glare. "It's Donatello to you. And I don't want anything!"
"You sure? It's a grilled cheese sandwich. I figure you might eat what humans eat."
Don could smell the sandwich. It had been many hours since his last meal. His stomach gave off a small growl. But despite his small hunger, he was still wary.
Beatrice saw the look he was giving her. "I promise it's not poisoned or drugged. You do need nutrition in your body. And I'm not leaving until you are fed. So what's your choice?"
"Fine! I'll take it!" Don said.
He moved just enough to take the plate from her and he ate the sandwich reluctantly.
"Don't eat it too fast or you'll make yourself sick."
After chewing and swallowing the first bite, he snapped, "What do you care?!"
"I care. You are going to be doing important things before long and I don't want you sick or hurt." She said.
"I have more important things to do at home with my family than what you want me to do!"
"I'm sure your family can take care of themselves."
"They need me! They'll stop at nothing to find me."
"They're going to have one tough time finding you though."
Don finished his sandwich quickly. "Get out and leave me alone!"
"I'll be happy to, but soon it'll be time for more collections." She said and took the plate out of the room, leaving Don alone once more.
He went back to sulking against the wall.
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Soon, two men came and took Don back to the other room and tied him down again. He fought them every step of the way. He didn't want to do this again.
But once he was tied down again, they didn't mess around. This time, they also tied his legs down, but just enough to where he couldn't kick at them. He still needed to be able to move his legs to do what they wanted him to do.
Once again, Don refused to cooperate and they drugged him again, and in the end, they got what they wanted: more seed.
He was exhausted, but they made him do it again this time.
"No! I can't!" He cried out.
"Oh, yes you can. You turtles have such an amount of energy when it comes to your sexual nature." A man said.
Don barely had a chance to catch his breath as he was drugged again. And more seed was collected.
After that, he was more than exhausted and on the verge of going unconscious.
"Take him back to the bedroom." Beatrice ordered. Then she looked at Don in the eye. "Rest well, Donatello. More tomorrow."
Once he was off the table, he gave her an angry glare on the way out.
She knew he hated being here, but she was going to make this experiment succeed. At the moment, she was looking at Don's first batch of sperm under the microscope and could see the little tadpole like cells moving around really well.
He was going to be making some good babies very soon.
…..
When Don was brought back into the cell, his wrists were put back in the shackles again, and once the men were gone, he couldn't help but cry again until he passed out.
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