Slash trudged through the snow back to the cabin, thinking about the family he'd soon have. He'd dreamed of being a dad, of having babies with the volatile turtle, had thought he may have to kidnap Raphael and implant him with a uterus and ovaries. But he'd joyfully discovered that Raphael was intersex and even better, he was transforming into a girl. Luscious Lisa would be continuously bred, her plastron swollen with their young. Slash's dreams were becoming a reality. Wasn't life sweet? Raphael was now a blubbering drip. So much better than his argumentative, crass and macho former self. He was perfection now. Docile and a plaything. That was his purpose and to perch on his Master's cock or to writhe underneath him like a good little omega. Slash had always known that. It'd just taken the asinine, smaller turtle time to accept. It hadn't really taken much time to break the emerald skinned turtle. How long would it take Leonardo or Michelangelo? Slash was eager to find out.

XXXX

Slash entered the cabin and looked at his prey, who trembled when he saw him, his green eyes brimming with tears. "You been a good sissy?" Slash demanded, his eyes flinty, getting up close, his face mere inches from Raphael's, his breath tickling the smaller turtle's neck. "Did you piss or shit on yourself?"

"N-no, Master," Raphael stammered. "I held it in. Didn't wanna make ya mad."

"Do you need the bathroom, shitface?"

Raphael flushed in embarrassment and said, "Real bad."

Slash removed Raphael's cock ring and the turtle immediately came, hot jets of ropey cum coating his plastron and the floor and enraging his Master, who glowered at him.

Raphael quailed and said, "Master, I didn't mean ta cum. It just happened. It was restricted and the build-up…."

"I don't fucking need a biology lesson from a gnat like you. You need the toilet. Here's a fucking bucket," Slash said, moving a bucket underneath Raphael's rump. "You shit and piss in that and you'll clean up any fucking messes with your tongue. Do you understand me?" Slash demanded and pinched Raphael's tail.

Raphael yelped and stammered, "Y-yes. Master, do ya got ta watch? Can I have some privacy? Please? Ain't used ta people watchin' me when I gotta take a leak."

"You insolent shit. How dare you ask such a thing! Privacy? As if. Who do you think you are? A diva? Fucking get it over with. Daddy's horny and you're making him wait!"

Raphael trembled, his shoulders quaking, as tears rained down his cheeks. It was so degrading doing his business in a bucket and someone watching him, as he did so.

What if I mess, Raphael thought fearfully? Master will tan my hide. Oh, fuck. Steady. Don't miss the bucket. Don't.

"Stop shaking like a fucking leaf, Raphie, and piss already. I haven't got all day!" Slash roared. "Gosh. You really are pitiful. If Leonardo could see you now. He'd laugh at you. Look at you peeing in a bucket, stripped of your pride. Not so tough now, are you, Raphie? You can't call yourself a boy, can you? Real men don't cry and snivel."

Tears rolling down his cheeks, a humiliated Raphael peed, desperately trying to stay in the bucket, but to his immense horror, some of his pee landed on the floor and onto Slash's feet.

Slash's eyes blazed and he backhanded Raphael so hard, his head spun. Then he untied Raphael, flung him onto the floor, plastron down, planted a foot into the small of Raphael's back and yelled, "Clean up your fucking mess. I warned you. There'll be severe consequences if you don't."

"Master," Raphael moaned, his face in the puddle of urine, the acrid smell assaulting his nostrils and causing his stomach to churn in revulsion. Petrified, he shat on himself, the foul odor permeating the room. A blinding white hot pain coursed through his wounded arm and leg and he mewled, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean ta…."

"I don't want excuses. Clean up your fucking mess. Now. I won't tell you a third time, Raphie! Want me to go after Leonardo and Michelangelo and bring them to our party? I bet Leonardo would look cute underneath me, as I plug and stretch his little hole. Yes. I like that idea very much. Mikey would look delectable sitting on my fat cock. The leader, the so called alpha and the prankster all part of my harem. The others will need names of course. Feminine. Leonardo will be called Bluebelle and Michelangelo will be Katie."

"M-Master, I'll do what ya want. Ya know that. Don't hurt them. I'm yers, okay?" Raphael pleaded, terrified his brothers would also be captured and sentenced to the same fate as him.

"You don't tell me what to do, Raphie. I call the shots around here. You're a fucktoy. That's all. You don't get to make decisions. Now drink up."

Tears streaming down his cheeks, Raphael licked up the warm, salty and slightly bitter urine that burned his throat, as it went down.

I wanna gag, Raphael thought. It tastes ghastly. I feel sick and scared. I miss my brothers, especially Leo. He was always able ta calm me down. I'd give anythin' ta see them again. But I know I never will and while I know this is my fate, I don't wanna see them suffer this. Gotta convince Master not ta go after them and that I'm enough.

Slash listened to Raphael lapping up the urine and condescendingly patted his rump, as he said sneeringly, "You're an excellent piss licker, Raphie. Want some more?"

Slash stood up, turned over the emerald skinned turtle, forced his mouth open and shot a long stream of yellow urine down Raphael's throat. The smaller turtle, coughed, spluttered, his eyes wide in alarm, and the villain chuckled. "Never thought you liked water sports, Raphie. You're a kinky bastard. Shall we try scat next?"

Bile rose in Raphael's throat. He sat up, quickly upchucked what he'd been forced to intake. Then he said miserably, "I don't care what ya do. I'm yers ta do with as ya want. Ya want water sports, I'll do it. Ya want scat, I'll do it. I'm yer fucktoy and a thing ta be despised. But ya don't need Mikey or Leo."

"Jealous they'll outshine you? Leonardo always did. You were always in his shadow."

"Pretty much. I'm all ya need, Master. I'm yer fantasy. They ain't. Leo's so borin' and Mikey would drive ya insane," Raphael said and crawled to his Master. He purred and kissed his Master's feet. "I'm yers and I'm enough. And Leo's a douche. He's a supercilious bastard, ya know?"

"You weren't so easy yourself, Raphie, but look at you now. You're a weak little sissy boy, aren't you? I so wish Splinter could see you now. He'd be ashamed. Rightfully so. Look at you. You sure have changed, but for the better, I think. You were too arrogant. I'll make you a deal, Raphie. You be a good little sissy and I might not seek your brothers," Slash lied. "But you cross me and I'll go hunting for them."

"Ya'll see," Raphael said wretchedly. "I'll be the best sissy. Yer sissy. Ya won't want no one else. I'm yers, Master. Ya wanna fuck?" He lay down and spread his legs, still covered in his excrement. Then he wagged his tail invitingly and said huskily, "I'm yers for the takin', Master. Need ya thick rod in me. It belongs there. Feels so empty without it."

"After your bath," Slash said, looking at him in in revulsion. "I'll be back in a minute," he added and headed to the kitchen.

Raphael watched him leave and studied the front door. Should I try ta escape with my dodgy leg, he thought? Should I? Master will pissed if I do. Leo. I wanna see Leo again. Wanna tell him I'm sorry for bein' a shit ta him. Wanna… I don't know what ta do. Raph, think, think. I can't think. I…My leg and arm hurt like a bitch. I…What would Leo do? Fearless wouldn't let them break him. He'd try ta flee, even if he was busted up. He's brave and noble and I'm just a pathetic creature ta be played with and fucked. That's all I am. Leo. I can't. I'm sorry, Fearless. I let ya down. I let Slash destroy me. I ain't ya. I'm just….An image of Leo looking at him sternly flashed in his mind and Raphael cringed.

"Leo," Raphael whispered. "Don't look at me like that. Leo, Leo. I'm sorry I'm a disgrace, but ya don't understand. I can't do nothin'. I'm too scared ta. I don't got no confidence and it ain't so bad. Slash fucks me and it's kinda nice sometimes. Try ta understand, okay?

Slash appeared with a kettle and a cloth. He poured water onto the cloth and began cleansing Raphael, who muttered, "Leo, I'm sorry. Don't hate me. Please."

"Everyone does, Raphie," Slash said. "They loathe you and you can never go home. You're tainted and a fag. What would Splinter say? You violated the Bushido code. Weren't you supposed to remain a virgin? And you're gay. Not exactly things to boast about. But I have you and you're safe here with me, your Master. Leonardo never understood you either, but I did," Slash said and nipped Raphael's collarbone, making him squeal. "I always knew who you were. I knew your true potential. Didn't I? I've given you a home, food and sex. You'd have been a virgin forever if it hadn't been for me. And you'll soon bear young. Lots of them. Isn't that amazing? My young. My babies."

"Yes, Master. Babies. Lots. Want them . Wanna be a daddy so bad."

"Mommy, Raphie. You're a sissy and hardly worthy of being called a man. Keep that in mind!"

"Mommy. Sorry, Master. Don't get mad."

Slash finished cleaning Raphael. Then he gave him a tongue bath, licking him all over with his leathery tongue. It was sensual and so arousing, the smaller turtle churred and dropped down, his cock leaking precum. Covered in Slash's saliva, he was once again claimed and he liked it.

Slash beamed. "You're an eager sissy. Going to pound you good."

Raphael shut his eyes, as his Master slid his huge cock into him and started pounding away. That's it, he thought. Was kinda empty without his cock in me. I need it. Need him. Need his strength ta protect me and he does love me, don't he? He just wants the best for me. Didn't he say that?

Raphael's nostrils flared, as he breathed in Slash's heavy musk. His eyes grew hooded, his lips parted, as he panted and his heart raced.

I'm such a lucky guy ta be stuffed by my lovin' Master, Raphael thought. He was only cross, because I was bad. I'm gonna be so good and never gonna be naughty again. I don't wanna anger him and I wanna make him proud of me. I need his praise. Argh! That's so fuckin' heavenly. I don't want him ta stop.

"Master, don't stop," Raphael whispered, opening his eyes. "I need yer cum. I love it. I'm so grateful I got ya."

Slash bit him all over, leaving angry welts that'd leave bruises for days. Savage, brutal. He didn't believe in showing his softer side. Maybe to his young, but probably not. That was the mommy's job. He'd be the disciplinarian and punish them all if they stepped out of line.

"Hmm," Slash said, raising his head and looking into Raphael's eyes. "Just took you some time to realize that, my pet. I just had to wear you down, didn't I? But I did. Oh. You're a prize all right now that you're tamed and submissive. I can't wait until you're as round as a peach. I have a kink for chubby girls. Did I ever tell you I've banged a few chubby human girls? Forcefully of course. I had to tie them up and they screamed as I plowed them. Music to my ears. Their blubber wobbling, as I fucked them. Just gorgeous. I wonder how fat you'll be. Mmm. Fat, sissy Raphie or should I say Lisa? I reckon you'll be a pretty girl."

His lust fuelled mind blank, Raphael didn't hear him.

Slash grinned sadistically and rammed harder into Raphael.

Shortly after, Slash gave a final thrust and came, shooting his essence deep inside of Raphael.

The smaller turtle churred and climaxed, his essence painting his plastron white.

Raphael came out of his trance and whispered breathlessly, "It's great ta feel needed and loved. I never felt it back home."

"I know," Slash said, pulling out. He nipped Raphael's collarbone and he shrieked. "I knew you needed me. I gave you a purpose and helped you realize and embrace the real you. I gave you what your brothers never did. Acceptance and the freedom to be yourself. I did. They failed you. They damned you, never understood you," Slash said and cupped Raphael's face with his calloused hands. "I did all of that. And I'll soon give you young. I'm an alpha and tough and brave and your boss. You're nothing without me."

"True. I don't know what I'd do without ya, Master," Raphael said and nuzzled his beak against Slash's hands. "I'm real sorry for pissin' ya off earlier. I didn't mean ta mess."

"It won't happen again. It better not," Slash warned. "Else I'll cut off that small thing you call a cock. Do I make myself, clear?"

"Y-yes, Master," Raphael stammered. "I understand. I won't mess."

"Wonderful. It's bed time." Slash picked up the smaller turtle and said, "You'll sleep with me tonight."

"Thank ya, Master. I'm honored," Raphael said and Slash went to the bedroom.

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Slash lay down on the bed and positioned Raphael on the lower half of his body, so that the smaller turtle's head was shoved into his groin, his nostrils flared, as he inhaled his Master's comforting and intoxicating scent. Slash wrapped his arms around him to keep him in place.

I sincerely doubt I'll ever get trouble again from Lisa, Slash thought and closed his eyes.

Raphael soon fell asleep, his plastron rising and falling with each gentle breath.

FLASHBACK: FIVE MONTHS PRIOR: JUNE 16

Raphael found himself sitting on his bed in his room, his head in his hands, tears rolling down his cheeks. He'd been sent there after coming home drunk. Splinter had caught him sneaking into the lair, had hit him with his cane and ordered him to his room. Angry and hurt, Raphael felt like no one loved him.

The door opened and Leo stood there. "Can I come in, Raph?"

"Go away, Fearless," Raphael hissed, wiping away tears with the back of his hand.

Leo closed the door and stepped closer. "I heard what happened. I know you snuck out and snuck back in and you'd been drinking. I know you drink to numb your pain. Let me tell you a secret. I tried a bong to help me with…"

Green eyes stared at Leo in amazement. "Ya smoked a bong?" Raphael said, stunned.

"Sure did. Thought it'd help me forget my problems, but you know what? They were still there when I came out of my stupor. They're still there when you're sober, but I did find talking helps. I sometimes talk to Donnie. You should try it instead of running the risk of dying from cirrhosis before you're twenty-five."

"Yeah. I'll stick ta drinkin'. People don't get me, they don't wanna and no one loves me. I'm a liability and it's better I…"

"Rubbish," Leo said and sat down next to him. Raphael stiffened, but Leo continued, "We love you. I love you, Raph. It kills me seeing you harming yourself with alcohol and goodness knows what else. I don't want to lose you. None of us do. You're my second-in-command. I doubt Donnie or Mikey would be as good as you and who else would keep me on my toes? You help me be a better leader and brother."

"Ya don't need me, Leo. I've done nothin' but be a shit ta ya our entire lives. Wouldn't ya be glad ta be ridda me?"

"No. I'd be lost without you, brother. Honestly. You keep me grounded. You remind me I'm not as powerful as I think and ensure I'm not arrogant. Nobody does that better than you. You want me to become haughty again?"

Raphael chuckled. "Someone's gotta do that."

"See," Leo said and touched his temple to his brother's, who uncharacteristically didn't shift away from the affection. "I need you, Raph. Please don't shut me out. Please stop this binge drinking and talk to me when you're hurting. I swear I'll listen and I'll try to understand. I won't yell and lecture. I worry so much about you."

"Ya really need me that bad, huh?"

"Yes."

"Okay. I'll stop drinkin' so much, but ya talk ta me too, Leo. Don't bottle things up and share if ya get another bong!"

"I promise. Wait. You want a bong?" Leo said, raising his head.

Raphael lifted his head and smiled. "No. I was kiddin'. I'm sorry I worried ya, Leo."

Leo wrapped his arms around his brother and said, "I love you. Never doubt that, Raph. I lecture sometimes, but it's because I want the best for you. I want you to be happy and to live a long life. I'll always have your back."

Raphael sniffed, as tears filled his eyes. He choked out a sob and said, "Don't ya fuckin' tell the others I cried, okay? Don't wanna ruin my tough guy image."

Leo laughed and said, "I promise."

"I love ya too, Leo, and I'll also always have yer back. And don't tell anyone, but yer my favorite bro."

"I swear," Leo said, breaking apart. He looked at Raphael warmly and said, "You're an awesome guy, Raph. I hope you'll believe it and will stop beating yourself up."

PRESENT DAY: NOVEMBER 23

Green eyes opened and Raphael thought, Master was wrong. Leo does love me. He always had my back. What am I doin'? I gotta…I'm so scared. Master will kill me if I try ta leave, but Leo? I can't disappoint my bro, who loves me. What the fuck do I do?

Raphael wrestled with his decision for hours and finally made up his mind after digging deep. He found one last shred of courage, a final ounce, as he thought about Leo's love. Leo, who'd always been there for him, even when he'd been obstinate, ungrateful, a shit, cantankerous and rude as hell. Leo's love for him had never wavered.

I'm gonna try ta get outta here for Fearless, Raphael thought. I owe it ta him. I don't know what the others will think 'bout me, but Leo will take care of me. He'll help me with whatever I need. Gotta try. Gonna try when Slash least expects it.

A/N Yay. Another chapter. Will Raph escape?

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