April stumbled through the dark, damp sewers, her heels clicking against the damp concrete. She muttered to herself, "Why the hell did I decide to come down here alone? I must be out of my mind." She cursed her poor decisions tonight, her mind fuzzy from the alcohol she had consumed.
Suddenly, four figures emerged from the shadows, their green skin glowing in the dim light. April's heart raced as she recognized them, but she was too drunk to react properly. "Well, well, well, look what we have here," Donatello said, a wicked grin on his face. "April, is it? You're looking a little worse for wear."
April tried to stand tall, but her legs wobbled beneath her. "I-I can handle myself," she slurred. "I'm a journalist, for crying out loud. I've been in worse situations than this."
Raphael chuckled, his deep voice echoing in the sewers. "Oh, we bet you have, April. But we have a feeling this is going to be a night you'll never forget."
The turtles surrounded April, their eyes filled with desire. She tried to push them away, but they were too strong. Leonardo grinned, his eyes locked on April's chest. "Nice jumpsuit, April. But we're going to have to ruin it, I'm afraid."
Donatello unzipped April's jumpsuit, exposing her breasts. She tried to cover herself, but the turtles were relentless. "Looks like someone's already excited," Michelangelo chuckled, his eyes glued to April's crotch. "April, you little minx."
Raphael grabbed April's chin, forcing her to look at him. "You're going to enjoy this, April. We're going to make sure of it."
April tried to protest, but her words were muffled by Raphael's turtle cock in her mouth. She gagged as he thrust deeper, but at the same time, she felt a strange thrill. Donatello tore the jumpsuit on April's crotch, exposing her pussy. He thrust his turtle cock inside her, causing her to moan in surprise.
Leonardo and Michelangelo took turns fucking April's mouth, their cocks huge and green. April felt like she was going to choke, but she couldn't deny the pleasure. Raphael's turtle cock stank of fish, but April found herself getting wetter with every thrust. She hated herself for it, but she couldn't help it.
The turtles cum in April's pussy and mouth over and over again. She swallowed convulsively, feeling like a perverted sperm-loving whore. She's been raped, but at the same time, she feels like she's finally living.
April woke up the next morning, her head pounding and her body aching. She looked down at her ruined jumpsuit and felt a sense of shame and disgust. But at the same time, she couldn't deny the pleasure she had felt. She had been violated, but she couldn't help but feel like it was the most exciting night of her life.
She knew she should report the incident, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. She was too ashamed, and she couldn't deny the pleasure she had felt. She knew it was wrong, but she couldn't help but feel a sense of longing for the turtles.
As she walked back home, she couldn't help but think about the turtles and the night they had spent together. She knew it was wrong, but she couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and longing. She knew she would never forget that night in the sewers.
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