Over the next few days, Beatrice wanted several collections from Don. She wanted to make sure she had enough to go around and keep some stored.

The more these humans did this to him, the more he grew to hate them, especially Beatrice. She was the boss after all. This was ruining him.

Beatrice was usually at every single collection, but there was one time in the week when she wasn't there. Don was glad for that, but when the man in charge was there, he had a different agenda for the turtle.

As Don laid tied down on the table, the man said, "I'm not going to be so lenient on you, Turtle. This time, there is going to be no assistance. You are going to give me what my boss wants, but without the drugs this time."

Donny had a bad feeling about this, but he was slightly grateful he wasn't going to be drugged this time.

"Now, let yourself out. We can do this the easy way with cooperation, or a harder way." He said.

"You've got enough from me! I'm not doing it anymore!" Don said with the most courage he could sum up.

"Oh, but you are, or else!"

"I'm worn out! I can't!"

"She just wants a few more and you'll be done. She left me in charge of it today. And I'm not taking no for an answer!"

"And I said I can't!" Don snapped angrily.

"That's it!"

Don's eyes widened as the big man came at him, and he cringed in fear. With his arms and legs tied down, he could do nothing to protect himself. He cried out in fear as one of the man's big hands closed around his throat.

"I'm not kidding around here, Turtle!"

"She wants me unharmed!" Don said with panic in his voice.

"Then give me what she wants and I won't have to do this." He demanded. "One way or another, you're going to give it."

Don saw the hatred in the man's eyes glaring down at him, and he could easily feel the pressure on his throat. He knew he didn't have a choice.

Donatello was so scared that he kept his tail clamped, but with knowing this man was fully capable of killing him, and he wasn't going to let go until he complied. He let his tail loose and with great hesitation, Don let himself out.

"It's out." Don said.

The man looked down and said, "Indeed it is. Now just to get it to a good erection." He let go of Don's neck.

Don let out a huge breath of relief when the man had let go.

"Now, Turtle. Think of sexual thoughts. You better be getting it erect within the next 7 minutes."

With as traumatized as these humans had made him, it was hard to think of anything sexual. And this man wasn't taking no for an answer. He knew there was no choice.

Don tried to take deep breaths and he closed his eyes. He just wanted to think of his family instead. How much he loved them. But given what was at stake, he began to think of sexual things.

The man had wanted to see how this turtle was capable of getting himself aroused without the use of drugs. He didn't care if the turtle closed his eyes as long as he was complying with the order.

Given his thoughts, Don began to feel the blood flowing down to his groin area. He began to get a semi-erection.

By the time the seven minutes were up, the man saw that Don was only halfway there and he stepped in to finish it.

"Agh!" Don cried out as the man grabbed him.

The man only began to pump him, he didn't grab him painfully.

With great frustration, the pumping did begin to give Don a little bit of pleasure. He was worked into a full erection.

"Good boy. Now to the real work." The man said as he now let go and one of the other assistants put the AV on Don's member.

Don tried to keep up the sexual thoughts as he did what they wanted him to do. His churrs were once more filling the room.

Slow thrusts at first, then faster ones till finally Don gave in and filled the AV once again with his seed.

When he was done, Don's body went limp with exhaustion. He panted heavily, sweat covering his body. He managed to say weakly, "Please… no more… I can't…"

The man looked down at him after he was done seeing how much seed was in the AV. "You've done well. We'll give you the break you need." He said.

The men left the room. They didn't even think to take Don back to his room right now. Don just thought they were going to let him catch his breath first, which he wanted more than anything.

He was left there and he eventually passed out from exhaustion.

…..

When Beatrice returned from her errands, she was willing to give Don a good meal for a reward if he had done well with her man in charge. She went to the cell deemed as Don's room and when she went in, she found he wasn't in there.

"Where is he?!" She demanded angrily.

"Oh, we were letting him relax before taking him back here. He's back in the collection room." Her lead man said.

Beatrice wanted to make sure Donatello was alright. She went to the room and found Don passed out on the table, still tied down. He looked so pale, and she noticed something else: marks on his neck.

"What did you do to him?!" She demanded angrily once again.

"I got him to cooperate without using the drugs on him." He explained.

"By trying to strangle him?! You know I need him in good condition for this to work! I'd prefer the drugs versus trying to kill him!"

"I wasn't trying to kill him! It was just a way I knew would get him to cooperate without drugging him. He was threatening not to give us anymore."

"He said he was worn out too." Another man spoke up.

Beatrice took another look at him. "We've been making him do this for days now. And perhaps we do have enough sperm from him. He's done with this part. Just take him back to his room." She ordered. "And I want him handled with care."

"As you wish, Beatrice." Her lead man said.

She watched as her two men took the restraints off of Don and they carried him back to his room, where the bonds were placed on his wrists again, and he was laid on the bed and covered up with the blanket.

Then he was left alone to rest.

….

Don's family were running themselves around the city like crazy looking for him. They had searched the Foot headquarters and found nothing; they had cornered and threatened many ninjas and they said nothing.

Karai had even cornered Leonardo and they had a dual. Leo was too furious to back down and he defeated her, but he had also gotten a good slash to his left arm. Splinter had sewn up the wound and it was bandaged, but as the leader, he deemed this was his fault and he wouldn't stop searching.

Raph and Mikey were often searching together. Mikey was missing Don just as much as Raph and he wasn't up to making the usual jokes at Raph's expense. He knew this was a time to be serious.

Master Splinter tried finding Don's spirit in the astral plane, but he knew that his smart son was not exactly much of a meditator like Leo was. But there was still something he was sensing coming from Don, in the sense that he was still alive. He assured the others that he was still alive and waiting for rescue.

April and Leatherhead tried looking up anything online that might give them a lead to where Donny could possibly be.

Casey would try to interrogate Purple Dragons and he came up with nothing. Sometimes Raph would try to help too, but it was no use.

Whoever had taken Donatello had made sure he would be impossible to find.

…..

Don woke up, having slept away his exhaustion. The last thing he remembered was he had been left in the torture room. But now, he saw he was back in the cell on the bed with a blanket over him.

At the moment, he didn't feel too well. When he tried to sit up, a wave of dizziness went through his head. He was able to put a hand to his head. He lay back down with a painful sigh.

How much longer am I going to be put through this torment?'

Don asked himself. 'I want to go home!'

Don started crying again, which only made his headache worse. He curled in on himself, just trying to find his own comfort the best he could.

A while later, Beatrice came into the room to check on him.

"Donatello. I know about what my man did, and I apologize for his actions."

Don was awake, but he just tried to ignore her.

"I know you're upset at the moment, and you do look worn out. You won't be doing it again. You've given me enough."

Don was lying down. Her words made him roll over.

She caught his sob. "I just want to go home." He said.

"I'm sorry this has hurt your feelings, but you are not going home. There's much more I need from you. Now that you are done with this part of the portion, you can begin to get your strength back. In a while, you'll be given a good meal, and I expect you to eat it. It will help get the strength back. And judging from your mask, you've been crying. You probably have a headache. Am I right?"

Don nodded reluctantly.

"I'm sorry my man did what he did to you. If I had seen you were so worn out, I would have let you off the hook that time. I know we've been making you do this for days, but I just want to make sure I have enough of your seed in storage for making the babies. It won't be long now for that to begin. And I'll get you some pain killers for the headache."

Don only glared at her. Sure, she had apologized for the man's actions, but she was showing no concern for his feelings about wanting to go home. He hated her and the situation he was in.

It was usually hard for him to hate women. The only other woman he truly hated was Karai. And the Foot clan had been in part of his capture, so he hated her even more now that she had been part of this arrangement.

Beatrice left his cell.

Don just laid there, upset. He was getting no relief anytime soon.

But it wasn't long before she was back again with some pills and a glass of water. "Here are some pain relievers." She said.

Don raised himself up and took the pills with the water.

She took the glass back when he was done. "Your dinner will be ready in about another hour. I know you don't feel well, but you need to try to eat something."

Don and his brothers normally wouldn't eat when they were so upset about something, but Don knew that Beatrice and her men didn't take no for an answer. But this time at least, he would be willing to comply. He wasn't going to be wearing himself out. He didn't feel entirely like eating, but he waited it out.

Soon, his daily meal was brought before him and he ate most of it. But he felt his stomach couldn't handle all of it. During his meal though, he couldn't help but wonder what the next step was in what Beatrice had planned for him, aside from this forced pregnancy she wanted him to do.

…..

Beatrice was in the process of getting some anonymous eggs ready with using Don's sperm to fertilize them. She had to make sure the DNA processing would hold. Don was the first reptile she was doing this experiment on. It might end up going differently.

The DNA process worked. Some died in the beginning, but the finished ones were living.

Beatrice wanted to start this experiment out with one embryo and make sure that it took. If the first one lived to term, then more could possibly do the same.

The embryo's DNA was put into a tube, with adding in hormones and such for a makeshift womb to grow too.

Beatrice wasn't sure if Don's belly would get big or it would remain flat during this test pregnancy. But it was going to be chanced.