Minyadagniriel

Never

Over three days had passed since the duel between Gunnar and Kalani. When the druids returned to Bishop's base, they were called to Bishop himself and nearly disposed of for taking Ava and disappearing for several days. However, when Bishop was told of Kalani, he allowed Gunnar another chance, knowing that having a female druid was a rare opportunity on Earth.

Kalani was gravely injured and needed treatment before she bled out. After clearance from the base physician, the still unconscious female was taken to a cell to recover. She was tied down to an oversized mattress. Bishop visited once to administer a dose of serum, much to Gunnar's irritation. He didn't want her under any of Bishop's influence but knew he was stepping out of line, especially after the dueling incident.

Two days after being placed in the cell, Kalani awoke, her entire being in extreme pain. Half of her face was covered in bandages, making it impossible for her to see out of her left eye. Her torso was heavily wrapped as well. There was a large stain of dried blood along the dressings. By the looks of her body, she determined that she was the loser…

Her father must be so disappointed…

She spent several hours trying to determine what she did wrong. Perhaps she didn't strike in critical spots…not enough damage to his face…or was it not going straight for the kill once the battle began. She tried to roll herself over, but the ropes were too tight. Two were tied to keep her back feet together and her front legs were the same. Still being in her druid form made it difficult to get comfortable. Maybe if she reverted to her human form, she could somehow loosen the ropes. It would slow down her healing, but she would be happier. She began the process of changing herself. The fur receded and her dark green skin appeared. Her limbs lengthened and as expected, the ropes loosened around her waist, but not at the ankles or wrists.

"Feels better," she whispered and she brought down her restricted hands to her belly to rub the soreness.

"I'm glad you think so."

Kalani's eyes shot around the room only to see she was alone save for a very old television hanging down from the ceiling. There was an image of Gunnar on it.

"Fuck off!" she screamed.

"Temper, temper missy…" Gunnar mused, "I'd expect my new mate to be respectful and mature."

"I'm not your mate!"

"According to tradition, you are…"

"I don't follow your traditions!" she yelled back, frustration setting in.

"The moment you agreed to battle was the moment you accepted your heritage and since you are healthy enough to argue…I believe you are healthy enough to seal our contract."

"You sick bastard!"

The television immediately shut off and she began struggling against the bindings. The pain she felt was immense as the ropes rubbed against her bandages and she cursed and cried out as she flailed about.

Then the cell door opened and in stepped the large druid…

"Get the hell out of here!" she shouted at Gunnar but he ignored her and leapt onto the bed, pinning her down. His weight sunk into the mattress, keeping her in the center.

"I'll scratch your eyes out!"

"Try it," he taunted.

Kalani began the process of switching back to her cat form but found that her body refused to acknowledge her. The expression on her face told him so.

"So, it did work…" Gunnar said.

"What? What worked?" she growled.

"Bishop's new serum. It stunts regeneration temporarily…meaning your wounds will heal at a much slower rate and you can't morph into your druid form…making my job easier." As he spoke, his fur disappeared and his hair shortened, revealing his human form. "You will succumb to me…" he moaned and pushed down on her hands, causing her some pain in the wrists. Because her body was already naked, he had an easy time with laying sloppy wet kisses on her chest. His legs were wrapped around hers, keeping them still.

He was twice her size, typical in the druid world.

She bit down on his shoulder, trying anything and everything to get him to stop, but it only succeeded in making him want her more. She sunk her teeth in as far as they would go, drawing a mouthful of blood.

"Do what you want, it makes the game more interesting…" he whispered and he brought one of his hands down to her stomach wounds and he pushed on one, causing her immense pain. She wailed, releasing his skin from her teeth, "Stop it!"

Gunnar pushed one hand into her throat to force her head back and he attacked her flesh with nips and licks. His other hand held up her wrists; holding tightly to the ropes that bound them together. Then he slipped one of his legs between hers, which caused her knees to separate. She tried to kick him off but she couldn't get her legs the way she needed to with him laying between them. Then she felt something brush against her inner thigh and she panicked.

Tears started to fall down her cheeks…she was so ashamed to be in this position. His hands then wandered up towards the headboard and they tugged on the ropes, tightening the bindings so her arms stayed above her head. Then he slid down her body, tongue tracing along her belly and passed over her groin, ignoring what made her female. He then braced her leg and slipped it up over his head. The action brought both her feet up and he untied the bindings enough to release one foot.

Kalani saw the opportunity to kick him but he caught her foot and pushed it down into the bed, holding it in place with his knee. He busied himself with her other foot, which was still tied. He secured her leg in place by tying it to the footboard. With three limbs tied down, Gunnar returned his attention to her torso and he leaned in, draping his tongue on her chest so it flicked over her breast. He toyed with them, trying to make her body betray her mind. She was screaming and attempted to kick out her foot, wanting so desperately to push him away. As she struggled in his arms, he thrust one of his hands between her legs and shoved a finger inside of her, just enough to feel the outer rim of her entrance and the soft walls of her feminine folds. There was very little moisture down there and it annoyed him, "Very well then…" he groaned and he sunk very low on her, bringing his face to her groin, "I'll make you beg for it…"

"I wouldn't give you the…" and she was stopped mid-sentence when she felt his tongue dive into her center, doing everything in its power to get her aroused. She scrunched up her body in attempt to put space between his mouth and her entrance. "Get off me!" she cried and wriggled around.

He ignored the pleas and continued shoving his tongue between the forbidden lips of her sex. It took a lot of time, but he started to taste the slippery fluids of a sexually excited female. He continued until his lower jaw was covered with the nectar. She was growing tired from thrashing about and nothing but her tears showed her dismay. Gunnar stopped his ministrations and leaned back onto his haunches, wiping away the moisture on his face.

Kalani couldn't sit up; only crane her head forward to see what he was doing. Immediately she saw his massive erection and wished she were back at the rebel bunker relaxing with her cousins and sharing a hot drink. She wanted her father so badly to save her…her brother to tear Gunnar limb from limb…

An unknown pain ripped through her lower body as Gunnar plunged himself inside and she trembled and cried through it all. He pushed against her, not caring if she received any pleasure. His thrusts were met with nothing as she lay there.

For nearly a half hour she endured the humiliation. Gunnar made it unbearable with his pillow talk. He whispered in her ear all of the things he would do and how often he planned to 'make love' to her. She felt violated and dirty…disgusted for sharing her first time with a sickening individual. When he was close to his climax, he made sure to thrust himself deeply. As he peaked, he bit down onto her shoulder, leaving teeth markings and tiny gashes. He remained inside of her for several minutes, making sure every ounce of seed stayed within her. He withdrew his flaccid member from her and got up off the bed.

"You're a good fuck…but I would like it if you took a more active part in the act next time. Maybe an oral session is in order next time," he said cruelly.

She gave him the most menacing stare she could muster, "My father will kill you…"

Eleven am, rebel base…

Raphael grumbled and rummaged through a large knapsack, digging around for his leather gloves, "I'm gonna kill that fuckin' cat…" he swore under his breath. He stuffed the bag with food and a small boiling pot for getting clean water.

Gunnar ripped his daughter away and there was no way he was going to sit around and wait for Dark Leo to come up with a plan. He thought about everything after the argument with Odessa and made the decision to strike out on his own. He would find Kalani and Ava.

He needed to sneak out and decided to do it during the daytime. Leo would never suspect him leaving when it was light out. Raph had learned many years ago when he tried to escape the lair in the middle of the night while Splinter was alive. The rebels took turns as lookouts for the base so he was going to volunteer a couple hours time, take one of the trucks and then pretend to scout the area.

For a while, his idea seemed to work and none of the aliens or other mutants suspected anything. Mikey was goofing off in the hangar where the trucks were and asked Raph if he could tag along, which the hothead refused and continued to taking one of the trucks for his 'watch'.

After an hour of circling the base, Raph finally steered away and headed towards New Connecticut. Rumors had flown around the base as to Bishop's new location. The truck was not equipped with any technology so he had to use an old map. Night would be falling in a couple of hours so he hoped to cover a lot of ground before then.

What Raph did not know was that someone had been watching him…

He made it to the border of Pennsylvania before deciding to stop for the night. Passing through an abandoned town he picked one of the dilapidated houses and parked the truck inside a rickety garage and did what he could to close the garage door. Inside the house he started up a fire with bits of board and a small lighter in the fireplace and settled down next to it. He chewed on venison jerky and sipped water from his boiling pot. It was a good thing for the winter months…there was plenty of snow to boil down. It wasn't really his 'thing' but the jerky was pretty tasty. Donatello had mentioned it was one of the leaner meats in the animal kingdom but Raph concerned himself more with the flavor rather than cholesterol count. As he chewed on a tougher hunk, he thought about the argument with Odessa…well it wasn't much of an argument, but he felt that she could have been a little more concerned with Kalani's safety. His feelings were scattered and he wasn't certain how to pick up the pieces.

Several hours later an engine outside the house awakened him. It had blown a gasket by the sounds of it. His experience working on motorcycles came in very handy. Raph crept towards one of the shattered windows to look out into the darkness. The fire had died down to smoking embers; he would have no problem concealing himself. With only the light of the moon, he could see a lone figure exiting the now broken down truck. Raph couldn't see any indication if this was a friend or foe. He withdrew his sai from under his heavy woolen coat and quietly moved down to the house's side entrance. He waited alongside the doorframe…

The door slowly creaked open as the intruder pushed it…

Raph didn't hold back as he flew around the door and brought his sais down. He heard a loud clang as his weapons met with another. A broadsword locked with his sais and the two opponents used their strength to hold each other at bay.

"Ya picked the wrong house bud!" Raph shouted and he kicked his steel toe boot out at the enemy, nailing them in the gut. He heard a low grunt and the sword pressing down on his weapons slid away briefly giving Raph another opportunity to attack. He flew at the assailant, taking him to the ground, "Not much of a fighter…" he said and pushed his knee down into the enemy's belly. Both sais were grounded into the floorboards, keeping the assailant's arms locked in place.

Raph reached into his pocket and yanked out his lighter. The tiny flame flickered but gave him enough light to see the face of the enemy. Much to his surprise…it wasn't Leo as he suspected…

"Get off me," said a very angry Apollo.

"What the fuck are ya followin' me for, runt?" Raph asked irritably and he ripped his sais out of the boards.

"You were not given orders to close in on Bishop's base. I'm here to bring you back."

"Yeah well I ain't goin' and a runt like you can't stop me."

"By disregarding Dark Leo's orders, you're setting yourself up for court martial," Apollo explained.

"Fuck him! I'm getting my kid back without his help!"

"You'd do well to return to base!" Apollo pointed his sword at Raph.

Raph got off the younger turtle, "Barkin' orders at me ain't a wise decision runt…" he growled and pocketed the lighter. The room was darkened once again, save for the moonlight peeking through holes and crevices.

"As your superior officer, I…"

"Fuck you and ya superiority complex…ya haven't earned the right to talk to me like ya know me!"

"If you won't return willingly…then you'll return unconscious!" Apollo yelled and he leapt at Raph full force with swords swinging.

Raph met Apollo's swords with a loud clang of the sais. They pushed against one another, trying to tamper with the other's balance. Apollo was a strong opponent. Raph had to admit…Leo sure knew how to 'build' a replica of himself. "Ya got a lotta balls kid! You're in over ya head!"

Apollo pulled away and swung his swords at Raph's head, not intending to slice him up…but he wanted to tire out the older turtle, "I beg to differ…old man…"

That did it…

Raph's fury reached new levels as he ducked to avoid the swipe. It was the first time anyone referred to him as 'old', "Ya gonna pay for that ya little shit!" he shouted and he smashed his foot into Apollo's stomach once again, slamming the younger turtle into a wall, "Ya think you're all that? Ya skills are sufferin'! What happened to the turtle defendin' his master a while back? Ya had more stamina then! What's up with that?"

Apollo didn't respond, but he took another swing at Raph…it missed.

"Ya got horrible aim runt!" Raph taunted and he threw a punch to Apollo's face, hitting him square in the jaw, "Ya getting' pissed kid? Cause it's affectin' yer abilities. Leo'll have a field day with ya…"

Apollo leapt at him, blades at the ready…

The fight continued like this until daylight slowly reared its head. Raph could tell Apollo was growing weak. He missed striking Raph almost every time.

"C'mon tough guy…" Raph said as he dodged another swing by Apollo…now it was nothing more than a game to him.

Apollo was frustrated. He knew he couldn't win this fight…with the handicap that he possessed.

"Here I thought you might have been a worthy opponent judging from the first time we met…turns out you're a pussy!"

That caused Apollo to throw one of his swords towards Raph, hoping he'd hit the bastard this time. Raph caught the blade in midair and now held his sais in one hand. All three weapons were pointed at the commander. Sunlight was now pouring into the old house and Raph could clearly see Apollo's face. The young turtle's eyes were red…really red, as in irritated and puffy.

"What the hell's the matter with ya?" Raph asked, slowly lowering his weapons.

At first Apollo said nothing. He held up his solitary sword and seemed to be desperately trying to focus his eyes on Raph. He gritted his teeth and briefly brushed one hand across his eyes before charging.

Raph easily dodged the attack and quickly grasped onto Apollo's arm and twisted it, forcing the youngster to drop his weapon.

Apollo grunted as Raph forced a foot into the back of his knee, buckling his legs. In his condition, he knew it was a lost battle.

"I don't know what the fuck ya thinkin' runt, but you ain't in no shape to be takin' me on. What happened to those eyes of yours?"

"I'm under no obligation to…"

"Cut the shit! Tell me!" Raph demanded, "Or I'll bust your arm!"

"Like I said, I'm under no- ahh!" Apollo yelped as Raph pressed hard on his arm, arching it into the side of his shell.

"C'mon kid…spill. I'd rather not do this to my bro's son."

Through the bitter pain Apollo said, "It's not your business."

"I'm makin' it my business!" Raph replied and he twisted a little more, "You can endure a lot, but here's where it gets difficult even for my bros when we spar. I've gotten close to shattering Leo's elbow once doin' this."

Apollo squeezed his eyes shut, not able to withstand the shooting pain going up into his shoulder. He couldn't let Raph get the better of him…but between his aching arm and the burning pain of his eyes…he had to drop his pride, "I…I…"

"You?" Raph probed, "Quit bein' so proud!"

"I have…glaucoma…a severe case of it," Apollo finally admitted.

Raph released his nephew's arm and helped pull him to his feet, "I know ya tryin' to put up a front. I was the same way when I was a kid. As I got older I learned that life's a lot easier when ya ask for help and take care of yerself. Now have a seat and let's see what we can do for them eyes. Then your ass is goin' back to base…without me."

To be continued…

Sorry for the long update, my son and I have both been sick and I had a lot of Christmas cookies to make and ship. Hopefully I can get this caught up and post another chapter by Christmas day.