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T.M.N.T. cartoon sex story: Raphael’s Chains. Chapter II.

Both turtles backed away from the captive. Raphael looked helpless now, frustrated, his cock standing erect craving for attention. His body was tense and shaking, his hands squeezed in fists, his respiration rapid and deep. His hips bucked in the air but he had nothing to connect to. Like a master of ceremony, Leonardo took a step forward.

“You are in our power. If you want release, you are going to do exactly as we say. You don’t get to ask questions, you don’t get to refuse. If we ask for something, you say “Yes master.” Are we clear?”

Raph felt reduced to a shell of his former self. His brain was clouded by his arousal and by now, all he wanted to cum blissfully. But twist as he might, there was no satisfaction for the horny turtle.  He understood the situation all too well and knew that refusing would only lead to more arousal and frustration until he caved under the pressure. He lowered his eyes to the ground and he answered in a whisper: “Yes master.”

“I didn’t hear you slave,” Leonardo said, his own voice strong and contrasting to Raph’s. The chained turtle had a sarcastic reply ready to go, but wisely decided that it would only make things worst.

“Yes master,” he repeated, this time a little louder. Leonardo was satisfied and he snapped his fingers. With Raph now broken under their will, the turtles were free to let loose their inhibitions on him. They had already called dibs before they had entered the room. They lowered the chains, enabling Raph to fall on his knees. Just the position they wanted him to be in. Read the rest of this entry »

T.M.N.T. cartoon porn story: Raphael’s Chains. Chapter I.

When Raphael finally woke up, his whole body felt heavy and he couldn’t quite make out the contour of objects in the dim light. Things were half dark and half blurry, but he would worry about that later; for now, he had more important things to worry about. His hands were tied to chains and raised above his head. If he had the energy, perhaps he could wiggle his way out, but something had drained him and he was still recuperating.

The decor was getting more precise by the moment, though not much brighter. Being that he travelled through the underground so often, he could recognise the décor enough to know where he was. The brick walls and ambient humidity were unmistakable and he also knew that the floor under his feet was stone as well, even though it was covered by a rug. He looked at his chains and saw them leading to levers which could be turned to loosen or tighten. If he had his sais, he might have been able to free himself, but he was naked. Even his shell had been stripped away from him when he was unconscious.

As he was about to stand to get better leverage on the chains, the turtle heard noise in the distance. Immediately, Raph fell inert, eyes closed, preferring to still play unconscious, the only trick card he had left in his repertoire. He heard the steps on the damp floor approaching. His head was still foggy and so he didn’t quite know how many there were, but he knew that they walked barefoot as shoes would have made a more distinguished sound. He could hear them chatting amongst themselves, whispering and laughing softly but the captive couldn’t make out what they were saying.

“Awww, he’s still asleep,” a cheery voice said as they entered the room. There was some movement and the chains attached to his arms were pulled, stretching him a bit to get a reaction but Raphael did not want to give them the satisfaction. He felt his arms and muscles tense up from the strain and he forced himself to keep a passive face. After a while, the chains loosened again though his hands were kept in the air. Read the rest of this entry »

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T.M.N.T. porn story “Urban Unity: A tale of peacekeepers”  Chapter VI.

The ninja turtles were accomplished acrobats and managed to land on their feet without trouble, but the dog and rabbit following them stumbled and fell on to the rim of the sidewalk, narrowly avoiding the actual sewage. Michelangelo had no trouble avoiding them as he flipped and landed beside them. As he got back up in a hop, Max took a deep breath.

“Ah, don’t you love the sweet aroma of digested food in the morning?”

“It’s almost midnight little buddy, I don’t think we can call it morning just yet.”

“Is that really the only weird thing about what he said?” Donatello asked as he turned a confused look to Raphael, who simply shrugged. They soon departed, the freelance police gladly following their new friends among the confused corridors. Before long, both were lost, as the turtles purposely went in circles so they wouldn’t be able to trace back the road. But even though they had just met the turtles, Sam and Max trusted their hosts enough to follow them all around. Besides, they could always reach the surface if ever there was a problem.

After a twenty minute hike, they finally reached an area separate from the stinky tunnels. In fact, it didn’t feel as if they were in the sewers anymore, as the turtles had decorated the place and gotten rid of any nefarious smell.

“It’s humble, but we call it home,” Leonardo said. Read the rest of this entry »

Porn comics story: Urban Unity: A tale of peacekeepers.  Chapter V.

On the surface, night had fallen and the freelance police had finally managed to enter the city. After buying some fairly greasy sandwiches from a street vender, Sam and Max started patrolling the streets. They weren’t sure what they were looking for precisely. As the day became darker, gangs started emerging and fewer people remained on the streets. Their native city had a very low crime rate despite its size and they were proud to contribute to it, despite the random acts of destruction they could cause. If the citizens felt safe at the end of the day, and they did, then the anthropomorphic police could feel proud. But not so in New York City. It only felt partially comfortable during the day, and darker by the minute as evening fell. In a way, even though they were crime fighters in a city in need, they were looking forward to returning home, where they met with wackos and so called masterminds, but nothing nearing this setting.

Once the night had fully fallen, the inseparable duo knew that they needed some sort of plan to attract the vigilantes.

“How will we know when we’ve found them Sam?”

“The commissioner told us this was right up our alley. I guess we’re going to know who they are when we find them.” He looked around and found a dark alley. “I guess this will be our alley. Come on little buddy, we can’t go around dressed like this.”

“And I don’t even wear clothes!”

“Max, this is a very violent neighbourhood. We could be attacked at any moment. I know this excites you, but you’ll have to contain your urges little buddy.” Sam and Max got out of the car and went to the trunk where disguises awaited. Moments later, Sam had turned into a villainous thug and Max into a hopeless little girl. Read the rest of this entry »

Continue of toon sex story “Urban Unity: A tale of peacekeepers”  Chapter IV.

Raphael braced his leg between his captive’s legs and started to rub with his knee. Donny bit his lower lip. His shell didn’t protect the important parts of him and he felt the sensation arousing. The rebellious turtle knew how to make him succumb to his charm, how to take his time, that every move he made could be timed perfectly to control Donny. He leaned in and their lips meet. Moments before, the purple turtle might have rejected him, but not now. Donnatello passionately devoured his lover’s tongue. Raph immediately followed the rhythm.

At the same time, Leonardo had finished his meditation séance and now ironically longed for some rest. Meditation calmed his soul, but it certainly didn’t do much for entertainment. In that respect, Mikey had the right idea. He found the playful turtle right where they had left him, on the couch in front of the television. Unsurprisingly, he had a slice of pizza in his hand and an open box in front of him. Leonardo casually joined him, taking a slice from the box before crashing on the sofa as he often did after his meditation.

Mikey was watching some badly dubbed Japanese show about a man and his spandex power armor fighting giant aliens. Leonardo didn’t really care about what was on screen though, he just enjoyed turning his brain off once in a while, despite what his brothers might think.

Sometime later, the turtles had finished their pizza and Michelangelo was just aimlessly zapping from channel to channel. He came upon an 80s action movie which had just started and decided to stick with it. Leo didn’t mind and he just lay comfortably in the corner of the couch. During the first commercial, Mikey got up and grabbed a soda, throwing one to Leo as well. As he sat back on the couch however, instead of returning to his corner, the orange masked turtle laid against his brother. Leo probably should have been surprised, perhaps he should have pushed him away. It would have been a natural attitude for a brother to push a cuddling brother away. But he didn’t. He never did. Instead, he held his soda in one hand and wrapped the other around Mikey. Read the rest of this entry »

Chapter III of cartoon porn story “Urban Unity: A tale of peacekeepers”.

As the big city became closer and closer, the Desoto found itself progressing slower and slower as it got tangled with the heavy traffic. The freelance police quickly found themselves in a cacophony of car horns and angry workers trying to get home.

“This could take a while,” the dog said to no one in particular. “Better go see what the vigilantes are up to.”

And as if on cue, miles away from the bridge in the damp and comfortable sewers of the Big Apple, the four turtles sneezed in unison. They looked at each other in confusion, shrugged and returned their attention to the television show. On screen, their human friend April O’Neil, star reporter of the Channel 6 news, was interviewing a woman who had been attacked the night before and saved by unknown heroes. They cheered as she thanked her saviors from the bottom of her heart and couldn’t help but crying her relief.

“But while these heroes are helping make the streets of New York a safer place,” she continued in a segment recorded separately, “the police doesn’t seem too happy with citizens taking the law into their own hands.” The scene changed in front of the police department as a policeman tried to avoid the reporter as he could.

“Captain Mitchell, this woman would have been mugged or worst had the heroes not appeared. Are you saying they should have ignored the crime? Read the rest of this entry »

Cartoon Sex Story: Urban Unity: A tale of peacekeepers. Chapter I.

But Max was faster then his friend’s mouth. In the second that the dog had started approving, Max was already on the driver’s side, crouched between his partner’s legs, pulling his pants down and revealing the tender red meat of his growing cock. He could hold no longer as the arousing musk reached the rabbit’s nostrils. With no further ceremony, he took the cock whole in his mouth, surprising Sam enough to tense up and accidentally skid the car to the left, almost causing an accident. But Max was oblivious to the danger or perhaps even excited by it. He lapped the juicy pole like candy, rubbing the canine’s inner thighs with his hands. Sam’s arms flailed about uncontrollably and caused mayhem on the road, which was all but ignored by the two anthropomorphic lovers.

Once the doggy cock felt nice and hard in his mouth, Max felt ready to move on to the next level. He let the pole slip from his mouth with a slurp noise and turned his back on it. Then, he flexed his knees, carefully aimed and jumped backwards, his tail hole a tight fit as the massive shift slid right in. Out of sudden struggle, the car seat slid down and Sam found himself comfortably resting on his back, starring at the open blue sky, his foot on the gas petal and his tight little buddy on his member. All that was left was to enjoy the good times. He put his hands behind his head and awaited his fate from his lover.

Max was ecstatic. Not only did he have massive malehood deep in his surprisingly tight bunnyhole, but he got to drive the Desoto to boot. The rabbit used his feet as leverage and started bouncing up and down on the cock, foregoing the slow preliminaries to go to the rough lusty thrust he craved so much. For every push he felt the familiar but never tired mix of pain and pleasure, the filling sensation and the unquenchable thirst for more. Like a mad man, Max thrust his hips up and down on the shaft, making Sam pant heavily as the dog’s foot became heavier on the accelerator forcing Max to avoid the traffic as he could.

The dog suddenly grabbed the smaller bunny by the hips and brought him closer to his furry chest, increasing the pumping momentum and sending the car out of control. By pure luck, Max’s feet still reached the steering wheel and as his friend jammed his thick member in and out of him, his thrashing legs still managed (but barely) to keep the car on the road, zigzagging among the rather confused, disgusted and especially afraid other travelers. His strong hand found its way to the lagomorph’s own member and he started striking it with the same passion as his own push. Read the rest of this entry »

Cartoon Porn Story: Urban Unity: A tale of peacekeepers. Chapter I.

She was trapped in the dark alleyway like a rat at a dead end in a maze. On one side towered a hard and cold stone wall, surely the foundations of some corporation which only purpose was to feed on the poor people of New York and milk them for every cent they’re worth. A legal criminal organisation like so many. But such a potential organisation was the last of her worries as the three thugs honed in on her, wielding chains and lead pipes.

She turned to face them, the fear in her eyes absolute. At age twenty-two, the lady was already a hottie and had the brains to go with the body to boot. When she had moved to the big city, her parents had warned her about being alone at night. But she had only known the safe haven of her hometown and had let innocence get the best of her. Now her purse was the least of her worries as the thugs lewdly licked their lips in anticipation. They were the kings of the night and knew no hero would come to save the damsel in distress.

Out of desperation, she threw her purse at them, which the right thug easily caught. “Here! It’s all I have! Please, leave me alone!” But they only laughed.

“Not before we get our fun,” the bandit replied as he threw the purse behind his shoulder. It would never touch the ground.

Numerous things then happened at once. The young woman crouched, trying to protect herself. The thugs took only one step further and all three were kicked to the side. Surprised, they found themselves face to face with giant, man-sized turtles, all four ready for action with the purple bandana wearing one holding the purse in his three fingered hand. But the criminals had heard of the legends and soon they were back on their feet, weapons drawn and ready to strike. Read the rest of this entry »