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* The MIGHTY MORPHIN POWER RANGERS! *
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* "Pink Ranger vs. The Dominator" *
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Part One:
It was a normal day in Angel Grove and Kimberly,
the Pink Power Ranger, was enjoying a peaceful
afternoon alone in her back yard. The afternoon sun
reflected off the clean, cool, aqua waters of the
nearby swimming pool and the cool breeze wafted over
her like a soft breath. Her tawny body glistened
with perspiration. Soon she would have to take
another plunge to cool off, but for now she was just
enjoying the sun.
The only thing that kept it from being a totally
excellent day was the road work being done out in
front of her house. Even in back of her house the
noise from the machinery and the acrid smell of tar
was getting on her nerves.
Sitting by the pool, she carefully brushed the
bright pink nail polish on each of her perfect toes.
She had a date tonight with Tommy, the White Ranger,
and wanted everything to be perfect. She had been
dating him for a couple of months and although they
really seemed to hit it off, she could never get him
hot enough to jump her.
Her mind drifted back to the battle last
week when they had beaten Zed's Giant Pansy monster.
Tommy had fought bravely and well, as usual, and this
always made her want him even more. Afterwards, when
the two of them were alone, they were joking about the
it.
"...Yea," Tommy laughed, "that 'pansy' was no match
for a big, strong, macho guy like me!"
"I dunno," Kimberly said quietly, "...I have a few
moves that would have distracted him and beaten him
pretty well..."
"What were you going to," Tommy laughed in return,
"show him you're titties?!"
Kimberly had blushed when, indeed, that was one of
the moves she had fantasized about. A closet
exhibitionist and Dominatrix, she turned a deep shade
of red as she feared he might guess her secret. Tommy
picked up on her embarrassment and prodded some more.
"You were! You wanted to show him your
titties?!?! Oh, man!"
She had wanted to show Tommy a few other moves
right then and there, but out of sheer embarassment she
held back. Finally she blurted out:
"I *hate* it when you call them titties!"
After a short pause, as they both stared into each
others eyes, each wanting to say something, they broke
into nervous laughter and in returned to their usual
pal-like hugging.
Snapping back to reality, she found that she had
inadvertently painted her whole toe pink.
"Like, I'm so horny... I could just... like...
explode!" she said out loud, hurling the bottle of
Passion Pink across the pool.
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Meanwhile, in Lord Zed's Dimension of Despair:
"IDIOTS! Why can't any of our plans ever separate
and defeat the Power Rangers?!" he screamed. He let
the question hang out there like bait, waiting for
some fool to answer.
"WELL?!" he bellowed again. "ANYONE?!"
"I have an idea." came a quiet voice from the
crowd.
The crowd erupted in a quiet murmur. No one dared
answer Lord Zed when he was in one of these moods.
"Who DARES to speak?!" cried Zed, as the crowd
parted to reveal a gorgeous, leather-clad female, who
slowly and confidently made her way through the horde
of dumbfounded putties.
She was tall and muscular, yet exquisitely
feminine. Her black stocking-clad legs were strong,
yet incredibly long and shapely. She wore a black
leather teddy that was cut very low, just barely
containing her ample breasts. Around her neck was a
large spiked collar. Her dark hair was pulled back
behind her ears then fell free around her shoulders,
framing her strikingly, beautiful face. But it was
not the face of an angel. Her makeup was severe, yet
incredibly sexy. Her full lips glistened in the soft
light almost as much as her long fingernails or the
many chains that adorned her outrageous outfit.
An unfortunate putty who was slow getting out of
her way, shrieked in agony as one of her five-inch
stiletto heels impaled his hand. She paused, smiled,
dug it in a bit, then continued on her way.
Zed watched spellbound as this woman approached
and stood before him, putting her hands on her hips
confidently.
"Speak! What is this new idea?" Lord Zed asked.
"Over the course of the past 10,000 years, Rita
and I came up with many clever and rather...
unorthodox... methods of capture and restraint.
Methods she never wished to share with anyone but
herself. But now that she's out of the picture..." she
said as she kicked the groin of another poor putty who
had been caught drooling a little too close to her
curvaceous rear, "...there are a few things I'd like
to show our pretty little pink friend!"
Lord Zed roared with delight! "If you can separate
the Pink Ranger from the others, they can't morph into
the Megazoid (tm) and victory will be mine! But what
of the powerful White Ranger?" he asked skeptically.
"Leave that to me..." purred the visitor.
"What is your name, my new friend?" asked the Dark
Lord.
"I am Mistress D, one of Rita's ... shall we say,
lesser seen friends."
Lord Zed knew that Rita had a side that the Power
Rangers had never seen... one so dark and kinky that
she had wanted to keep it all to herself and even
Lord Zed was appalled at some of the acts that were
rumored to have taken place eons ago. So this was the
famous Mistress D.
"...but you can call me 'The Dominator'!"
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Kimberly checked her nails: they were finally dry
and she'd had enough sun for one day. Wearing that
stupid helmet not only matted her hair like crazy, but
it also shielded her from radiation... including the
sun, so her bitchin' tan had started to fade.
She re-tied the strings of her pink string bikini
top over her tan, lineless skin. It fit so well over
her 19 year old body and she couldn't resist giving it
a little wiggle, shaking the breasts that her uniform
hid so well.
"Like, I bet I could really distract Zed with
these!" she thought with a smile. She had always had
this little fantasy of bareing her naked breasts
during battle. The thought of Zed or one of his
henchmen dropping their swords and jaws really turned
her on! Now if Tommy would just do the same! She
began to imagine fighting topless, just her spandex
pink tights ... and no helmet! She felt herself
getting wet at the thought.
Suddenly five Putties materialized around her!
Shocked but not surprised, she reached for the Power
Ranger Signal Watch, which she had taken off to avoid
a tan line around her dainty wrist. As her fingers
were about to grab it, it was snapped away by a black
leather whip.
"No, I think I would prefer we were left alone for
now... And I like this new outfit of yours, MUCH
better, Pink Ranger!" purred Mistress D. Kimberly
stared in disbelief at the 6' 2" muscular woman in
front of her.
"Who or *what* are you?" she asked, with a bit of
awe in her voice.
"I am The Dominator, and I'd like to take you
back to my place for a little fun! Get her, Putties!"
The Putties attacked and Kimberly assumed her
usual defense position. Being a gymnast, her agile
body easily kicked and gyrated, sending the Putties
flying in all directions. Mistress D. was not pleased.
"Your luscious little body is very quick, little
pink one. But we'll soon slow it down..." she said as
she took out a strange and colorful device.
"Throw her into the pool!" she shouted to the
Putties, who had resumed their attack.
They coordinated their second attack, and in the
melee, one was able to grab her from behind as she
kicked another in the chest, sending him flying into
the pool. She pushed the clenched Putty's hands down,
sliding free of his grasp, but in the process loosing
her bikini top. A wave of adrenaline washed through
her as she felt her breasts swing freely. She looked
at Mistress D. and saw her smile. Kimberly decided
that this time, she would go for it! In one wide kick
she sent the astounded putties flying!
Kimberly stopped and put her hands on her hips.
Defiantly pushing out her breasts in victory.
"A little dip in the pool would have suited me
just fine! I like getting all... wet...but maybe it's
*you* who needs to cool down." she said, licking her
lips tauntingly.
Now it was Mistress D's turn to get a rush.
"Well, my little pink vixen. You are certainly
more than I expected. And cute too. I was so
looking forward to introducing your lovely body to new
heights agony.... and ecstasy.... the like of
which...." Mistress D. said, distracting Kimberly,
while a recovering putty crept up behind her. "...But
now all is lost. My poor feeble plans are certainly
no match for you." She said, mockingly. Seeing that
everyone was in position, she then shouted "NOW!"
A Putty who was behind Kimberly and in no position
to be mesmerized by her incredible morphin-boobs
attacked, and with one kick sent her reeling toward
the pool.
As she staggered backwards, off balance from the
blow, Mistress D. pointed one end of the strange
device at the pool and the other end at the large
tanker truck in the street. In a flash the puzzled
road crew found the truck spraying sparkling,
chlorinated water onto the street. At the same
instant, Kimberly fell into her pool. Expecting to
plunge beneath the cool water's surface, she was
planning her next move, only to have her gorgeous rear
end land with a thick splat into a thick, sticky,
black pool of tar. The force of her fall buried most
of her rear end and half of her back into the tar.
She immediately tried to right herself by kicking her
legs skyward, trying to lift her back out of the
warm, sticky black syrup. But her struggles to get
free only caused her rear to slide deeper into the
slime, the backs of her thighs slowly oozing into the
shiny black surface. She saw the helpless Putty who
was also in the pool, trapped up to his neck in tar.
"Gee, it looks like you need to call the pool man!"
Mistress D. chided as Kimberly's nearly naked body
slowly sunk into the tar.
"nh!... you...nnh!... just wait..." Kimberly
grunted. She suddenly realizing that her struggles
were only causing her to sink deeper. She stopped
struggling and looked down frightfully at the tar
around her, then pushed down on the placid surface of
the tar with her hands, trying to force herself up.
Unfortunately, instead of supporting her hands, the
surface of the tar yielded willingly, and her hands
disappeared beneath the surface. She immediately tried
to pull them free, but it was too late; The tar had
them in it warm, sticky embrace, and as she tried to
pull them out she only succeeded in pulling herself
in deeper. Tar oozed over her flat stomach and up
to her breasts.
"Eeeewwww! Like, you totally ruined my nails! And
after I just did them!!!" she whined, as her toes
submerged. She struggled and strained again,
but found that even with her exceptionally strong, fit
body, the glue-like tar held her fast.
"Oh, this is delicious!" Mistress D. cooed. "My
precious, pink, princess, stuck in a pool of sticky
goo....Does it get any better than this?" she laughed.
Kimberly's knees disappeared under the ripple-free
surface as she struggled to free herself. It was a
losing battle. The tar allowed her in, but wouldn't
let her out. And it was getting harder and harder to
move. She felt that the tar was cooling off and in
doing so, was thickening. She could barely move her
legs now; those same lean, toned legs that had sent
the putties skyward, now moved as if in slow motion.
She tried to wiggle her toes and found that she could
hardly even do that.
"Help!" she cried, panicking as she sank to her
shoulders, "I'll drown in this goo!"
"Now where would be the fun in that?" Mistress D.
purred, as she walked up to the edge of the pool.
Kimberly had sunk so that only her head and neck
remained above the surface. "I wouldn't worry to
much. The tar's probably getting cool by now."
Mistress D. was right. The tar had cooled to the
point that she no longer sank... unless she tired to
pull free her mired hands. An idea she briefly tried,
but quickly abandoned, as she sank to her chin.
"Aggk.... help..." she cried, struggling to keep
her chin above the surface by pushing her hands back
down but to no avail. Now the relentless tar had her
even more in it's clutches, and she was tiring.
"Aw... can't get those pretty little hands free to
strike, can you?" taunted Mistress D, moving within
inches of Kimberly's lips. Kimberly gulped as she
realized that she was completely helpless before this
towering woman, able to move ever so slightly, but
nevertheless, completely trapped. She trembled partly
in fear, partly in...
...a rush darted from her chest to her crotch...
Exhausted from the fight and struggling in the
tar, she relaxed as much as the tar would allow.
Pulling out a large, strange cloth from her bag,
Mistress D. commanded the Putties to extract the limp,
helpless fly from it's sticky trap. Kimberly feebly
tried to fight back, but the combination of exhaustion
and the thick, heavy tar's resistance made it useless.
After tearing off the tiny bikini bottom, they threw
her onto the spread out special tear-resistant cloth.
"Wrap her Up!" commanded the victorious Madame.
Wrapping her in tightly, the tar glued her solidly
in place. There was no way she could move or ever
hope to free herself, even if she was fully rested.
Mistress D. looked down at her for a moment almost
with pity. Then she smiled and said "Get some rest,
deary, you'll need it!" And with one swift kick of her
foot knocked Kimberly unconscious.
"Back to the Playroom!" Mistress D. shouted in
triumph, placing one shiny, black stiletto booted foot
on the helpless bundle before her and dropping her
"calling card" for the White Ranger, as the teleporter
zapped them away.
Part Two:
Back at Morphin Headquarters...
"Ey-yi-yi-yi-yi!" babbled Alpha as Zordon looked
sternly down at the frantic robot. "Two hours after
the surge in the time-space shift and still no answer
from Kimberly!"
"This is a grave and serious situation, Power
Rangers," said the giant shifting face of Zordon.
"This isn't like her." shouted Jason, alias the
Red Ranger in his usual strong but dumb manner. Let's
go check it out!"
"....like I suggested an hour ago... but, noooo...
geeez!" muttered Billy under his breath Being the
brainy but dorky Blue Ranger, he was often ignored.
"IT'S MORPHIN TIME!" they shouted and began the
same transitional sequence into the Power Rangers that
they did every time... "...almost like the same
footage was playing over and over and over again..."
thought Billy.
As they materialized in Kimberly's back yard, they
began to look around. Seeing the black tar pool with
a discarded and still solidly trapped Putty, they
began searching for clues. Although Zed was cruel, he
never left a Putty behind. From this they assumed
that the Pink Ranger must have won and left. They
quickly found Kimberly's clean pink bikini top, it's
color positively identifying its owner, and the
sticky, black bikini bottom. The White Ranger felt a
wave of panic as her feared his date was not going to
go as planned. Then he noticed a black scrap on the
ground at his feet. He felt a surge in his Power
Sword as he picked up the black leather panties and
with a quick sniff, his Power Sword sprung to full
power.
"Good thing this uniform has a reinforced crotch"
he thought, glancing about to see if the other Rangers
noticed his sudden bulge. Turning and performing a
quick equipment adjustment, he was about to show the
panties to the others when he saw the tiny note...
"Meet me at 9:00 tonight at the monkey bars at
Angel Grove Park Playground, my great White Ranger."
It was signed with a red, wet lipstick-kiss.
"I gotta let out the crotch of this suit..." he
painfully thought as he quietly slipped the items into
his pocket.
"It looks like she kicked some Putty-butt" he
said. "Maybe we should go back to Headquarters and
try a computer search. She's probably just shopping."
"Here's her watch!" shouted the Yellow Ranger.
"She can be such an air-head at times!"
Tommy took the watch. "I'll give it to her
tonight. We..." remembering the panties and the note,
" ...have a date."
Later that night, Tommy wandered through the Park.
It was well lit as he walked down the sidewalk, and as
was most of Angel Grove, spotless. As he approached
the playground, he noticed that the lights were out.
There was a half moon and in the dimly lit, cool
night-air he stopped and listened. Silence.
"Kim!" he called. Nothing. As he walked up to
the money bars, he couldn't resist jumping up in a
Ranger leap and swinging around the bars. He had
played here as a child, and perhaps it was here that
he first developed his Morphin Power Ranger fighting
skills. Kimberly knew he loved this place, and he
assumed that was why she told him to meet her here.
As he landed solidly on the ground in the center, he
noticed a shapely female figure approaching.
"Kim?" he called, but as she came within sight in
the dim light he saw that she was too tall to be Kim.
"Who are you?" he asked.
The woman purred. "Now what would a big fellow
like you want with a tiny little girl like her?"
Tommy shouted, "Listen, if she's hurt in any way,
I'll..."
"You'll what?" the woman asked, leaning into the
monkey bars and placing the working end of a riding
crop under his chin. Tommy flushed for a second, his
most secret fantasy in danger of being revealed.
"Look, I don't want to hurt you, but..." he began.
"Oh, you won't..." she interrupted confidently,
"but as for me..." she turned and started to walk away
with an evil grin, "...I'll make no such promise!"
"All right, you asked for it!" Tommy said as he
stepped to follow her out of the monkey bars. She
quietly pressed a button on a strange and colorful
device on her hip. Suddenly what looked like
streamers flew out of each joint of the money bars.
"What the...?"!" Tommy shouted as almost instantly
he was engulfed in a flurry of bands that wrapped
tightly around his entire body. Within seconds he was
trussed like a thanksgiving turkey.
"Mmph, mmhhph!" he shouted through the bands that
mummified his head. He could breath, but the bands
were made of some kind of cloth that, although it
allowed air to pass through, wouldn't tear despite his
formidable strength. He tried to move again, and
found that now the bands were solidly bonded together.
He faintly smelled acetate...
"It's amazing how combining my special super cloth
with your Earth's "super glue" can make an instant
bondage device!" she gloated. "Back in Rita's cave,
it would have taken me hours to wrap her this
solidly!" She pulled out another strange and colorful
device. Tommy thought he had seen something like it
at a Toy Store, or else it looked like something that
might soon be on the shelves...
"It took me 500 years to develop a device that
could actually cut this fabric." she said as she cut
her way through to Tommy's suspended body. "Rita
tried to buy it many times, but I decided it would be
wise to keep the only one!"
Tommy struggled with all of his might, but
couldn't budge a muscle. The super glue had bonded
the cloth to his skin, and his fingers together so
tightly that he couldn't reach his Mighty Morphin
Power Watch or Kimberly's watch in his pocket.
Despite his minds better judgment, he looked up into
the gleaming eyes of his captress, and she responded
by giving him a long, wet kiss. His ultimate fantasy
was almost coming true, and he wished the bands hadn't
wrapped his ample portions so tightly, and he tried in
vain not to succumb to his urges.
She smiled. "Good... you'll do very nicely." she
said as she ran her fingers over his swelling groin.
Taking a black, form-fitting blindfold from one of her
many but tiny zippered pockets, she placed it on the
helpless man in front of her. With a final swipe, she
cut the last supporting bands with the special device
and Tommy's helplessly wrapped body fell with a thud.
"This was too easy... I'll have to punish you for
this..." were the last words he heard before he felt
the swirl of the teleporter taking him to someplace he
both feared and longed for.
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At Mistress D.'s "Playroom"
Back at the "Playroom" as Mistress D. called it,
Kimberly awoke and opened her eyes. Slowly, she was
able to regain feeling in her arms, which she
discovered were tied firmly behind her back. She
could feel an elaborate system of ropes winding from
arm to arm, across her naked body, criss-crossing
between her breasts... she struggled a bit and quickly
found that she had been securely and professionally
tied. Her legs were slightly separated and were tied
securely to a metal framework that followed the backs
of her legs from heel to mid back, where her wrists
were fastened. She looked down and saw a series of
wires attached to her now clean toes, and also to
other parts of her body. She noticed that the tar had
been completely cleaned away, and her body felt
lotioned, smooth and actually, quite wonderful,
considering the situation she was in.
"Kim!"
She looked across the room to where she heard the
weak, muffled voice and saw Tommy, still mummified but
now only to his neck with wires running from
underneath to a nearby strange and colorful machine.
His head was free, but he was gagged with a small
cloth. Then she noticed that one other part of his
body had been cut free... and it was as large and
impressive as she'd always imagined!
"Tommy!" she shouted, then looking down at her
naked body stretched out for all to see, blushed.
"How long have you been here?"
"ahbaht hoo hourth" he tried to say.
"About two hours?" she answered, and she realized
that by the swelling of his second head, he had a
clear view of her for quite a while. She got a small
rush seeing him trussed like this... if only it was in
private at home...
"Well, we're all awake!" came Mistress D.'s silky
voice as she entered the room. She was wearing a
black leather bra held on with delicate but strong
chains, Black leather panties with silver snaps that
Tommy instantly recognized, garters and fishnet
stockings, and her trademark 5" black stilettos.
Beside her on each side walked two women with skimpy
spandex unitards, and dog-collars. They had a
fearful, obedient look in their eyes.
Kimberly flushed with anger as Mistress D. walked
up to Tommy and gave him a long, lingering kiss, full
of tongue.
"Oh, don't be jealous, deary, You'll get your fill
of him later!" she said to Kimberly. "But only after *I'm*
thoroughly satisfied... and it will take both of you
working very hard to do that!"
She walked up to Kimberly's helpless body.
Pressing a button on the control pad on her hip,
she commanded: "Kneel." The metal supports tied to
Kimberly's legs sprang to life and she felt her body
forced into a kneeling position directly in front of
the towering figure. No amount of resistance would
even slow the powerful mechanical system.
"Kiss my hand." she coolly ordered. Kimberly
responded by spitting on her extended hand.
"Well, I can see you need a little training."
Mistress D. said as she pressed a second button on her
pad. Waves of painfully searing electricity passed
through Kimberly's body for a second.
"That was setting number one." she said calmly,
adding, "It goes up to fifteen..."
"Let's try again." She extended her hand again to
Kimberly, but the courageous young woman again
refused.
"I see. Maybe the treatment is misdirected." she
pushed a third button and Tommy's bound body jerked in
agony.
"Stop!" screamed Kimberly. "O.K., O.K.! I'll be
good." she said quietly. Mistress D. smiled.
"Better. Now let's have some fun..."
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"Ey-yi-yi-yi-yi!" babbled Alpha as Zordon looked
sternly down at the frantic robot. "Neither Kimberly
nor Tommy answers now!"
"This is a grave and serious situation, Power
Rangers," said the giant shifting face of Zordon.
"Sensors indicate that Lord Zed is preparing for an
attack, and without the Pink and White Ranger, Earth
will be powerless to stop him."
Zak, the Black Ranger, muttered under his breath,
"...fine time for them to get busy! while we're goin'
down, so will she!" Jason heard this and cuffed him
solidly on the back of his head.
"Shut up!"
Billy just shook his head. He never got any...
it's always "White Ranger" this and "White Ranger"
that... the girls go for "White Ranger" ... Billy
cursed quietly.
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Back at Mistress D.'s Playroom, Kimberly had been
introduced to all kinds of strange and colorful
devices she had never imagined, nor ever expected to
see at Toys 'R' Us. She discovered that her robot
rack moved through the air via a long mechanical arm,
so that she could be placed anywhere in the room, in
any position... many of which she had never even
thought possible as a gymnast. The first toy she was
introduced to was a long, strange and colorful device
that was inserted into her vagina and strapped on like
a belt. Wires ran from it to a very large, very
strange and very colorful device in the center of the
room, as did all of the wires attached to both herself
and Tommy.
"This device," Mistress D. explained, "is a
vibrator of a very special sort... It takes feedback
from the sensors attached to your toes (did you know
that's where sexual arousal is most easily sensed?)
and adjusts itself automatically so that you will be
forced to the brink of orgasm... but not beyond! It's
so much more effective than simple timing devices!"
The instant it was turned on, Kimberly fought to
resist its changing vibrations. However, the instant
it hit a frequency and pattern that caused her to
respond, it locked on to that and amplified the
pattern, sending her involuntarily up a rapid and
incredible climax. It slowed as she approached
orgasm, fading back down. Mistress D. frowned.
"You have a much higher peak to your climax-
curve..." she said adjusting some of the knobs. "but
we'll take care of that!"
The next wave brought Kimberly even higher, but
still not to her peak.
"Hmmm... Deary, you are incredible! I'll need to
set it on the highest setting!" she said turning the
knob completely to the right.
This time the climax was relentless and pushed
Kimberly beyond anything she'd ever dreamed of... she
found herself unable to focus and every muscle in her
body strained and pulled for release... "Tommy...
Tommy..." was all she was able to say, although she
wouldn't remember it later... just as she was
peaking... it was oh so close... just a second lo-
Mistress D. inched the knob back ever so slightly,
and the climax subsided.
"NOOOOOOOOOO!" moaned Kimberly, her body aching
and longing for the stolen release. Mistress D.'s
full red lips widened to a broad, evil smile.
"Perfect! This is the ideal setting! You will be
allowed back down to a moderate level of
stimulation... but never completely! Then it's back
up again... until *I* press this button," she said
pointing to the large red button at the top of the
device. "Which I'll do... when you are in a
sufficiently ... desperate... state!"
Kimberly watched in horror as Mistress D. smiled
and walked over to Tommy. Kimberly was able to see
her begin to lick his erect cock when the irresistible
device started her back up the mountain again...
unable to focus, the intensity was overwhelming, but
ever so precisely controlled. Kimberly tried holding
back then gyrating her hips in vain attempts to push
herself over to full release, but the machine was too
precise and thwarted her every effort. Images of her
and Tommy in many kinky situations floated through her
head... if only he would be there for real...
Meanwhile, Mistress D. had Tommy's full attention.
Electro shocks were administered for "bad behavior,"
which Tommy soon discovered had a very broad
definition. She extended a long, stocking-clad foot
to his lips.
"Kiss it." she commanded.
Tommy shook his head and a jolt of current zapped
through the electrodes. Mistress D. watched as his
body jerked violently, and then in amazement as his
cock stiffened even more!
"So! You enjoy this!" she purred, his secret
exposed. "Wonderful! This is better than I could
have ever hoped for!" she said licking his face. He
squirmed and struggled. "Yes! Struggle! You *might*
get free! Go ahead!, try!" she encouraged mockingly
as he struggled. She knew for certain that if it
could hold Rita, who with all of her magical powers
once couldn't get free for 11 years, it would hold
*anyone*. Watching Tommy's muscles strain under the
cloths and seeing him grow harder and longer, she
found herself growing wetter and wetter...
"You're making a *big* mistake getting me this
horny! Over the past few thousand years I've
developed a lot of stamina..." she warned.
She walked over to the large, central machine and
picked up what looked like a strange and colorful condom
with wires attached between it and the large machine
Kimberly was connected to.
"Since dear little Kimberly got a nice toy, I
think you need to get one too!"
Slipping the pre-lubricated sheath onto him, he
felt that, as with Kimberly, it changed until it found
the perfect sensation...
Mistress D.'s striking but evil face disappeared
and he smelled the familiar scent of her "calling
card" found by the pool.
"My last slave took 3 hours to bring me to a full
climax this way," she said moving her dripping wet
lower lips closer. "*When* I cum, I'll let you cum as
well... but not a moment before! Understand?"
Tommy felt the agony of a second unreleased climax
and knew that if it was this bad after only five
minutes, he had no hope of disobeying Mistress D. for
3 hours. Obediently, his tongue and lips went to
work...
For the next while, neither Kimberly nor
Tommy could keep track of time... Mistress D.'s
fiendish machines kept them in a dizzying state of
near-bliss: the greatest state of agony they had ever
known.
Kimberly was able to catch jealous glimpses of the
writhing figure astride Tommy but after a while she
desperately hoped Tommy would satisfy his captress so
that *she* could get to satisfy her... and just
possibly be allowed to finally cum! Her muscles ached
from the relentless roller coaster ride she was on,
and despite her Mighty Morphin will power, she found
that she would be willing to do *anything* to gain sexual
release!
Finally, through the waves of hyper-arousal, she
heard Mistress D.'s loud moan begin, signaling her
possible upcoming release. After what seemed like an
eternity, the moan subsided and within minutes, the
device within her stilled.
Her eyes somewhat glazed, she looked over at
Tommy's twitching body... his face and head was
completely covered in a shiny, wet, slippery coating,
and Kimberly could see by the tortured expression on
his face that she hadn't allowed him to cum, but that
she had mercifully turned down the machine.
A hand turned her dangling head sharply around.
"Two hours and thirteen minutes... a new record!"
said the face in front of her. As she felt the robot
arm move her twitching body into position she heard
the voice say: "Too bad for you, it always takes
longer for me the second time!"
***************************************************
Back at Morphin Headquarters...
"Ey-yi-yi-yi-yi!" babbled Alpha as Zordon looked
sternly down at the frantic robot. "Lord Zed's troops
are on their way and still no answer from Tommy or
Kimberly!"
"This is a grave and serious situation, Power
Rangers," said the giant shifting face of Zordon.
"Without the Pink and White Ranger, Earth will be
powerless to stop Lord Zed's Troops."
"We gotta do something!" shouted the Black
Ranger.
"I still say we should check Tommy's room for any
clues." repeated the Blue Ranger.
"Let's check Tommy's room for clues." said the Red
Ranger.
"Good idea, Red Ranger!" complimented Zordon, as
the Blue Ranger spat angrily inside his helmet, splattering
his glasses and blurring his vision.
"Damn!" he said as the teleporter beamed them to
Tommy's Apartment.
Part 3:
Kimberly awoke and shook her head. Unknown hours
had passed and she tried to remember what had
happened... was it a bad or a good dream?! She found
herself untied but lying on her back on a cold,
leather covered table. She tried to move but discovered
that her wrists and ankles were firmly shackled.
Across from her Tommy looked at her from his similar
predicament.
"Hey, baby. You o.k.?" he asked quietly. The
gentle, loving sound of his voice gave her renewed
strength.
"Yea, but this has turned out to be a really
freaky battle!" she confided. "I mean, like, it's
like getting to go to the mall, and like everything is
on, like a really huge sale, but, like you can't
actually BUY anything!" she babbled.
Tommy smiled. Yep. Kimberly was o.k. Although
he loved her sweet, innocent mannerisms, he secretly
wished he could merge a little of Mistress D. into
her... just like he had fantasized about in his diary.
The door unlocked and swung open. Mistress D. and
her two slaves entered the room.
"Awake? Very good. Lord Zed has informed me that
soon his troops will land and take over the Earth."
With a look of anger, she added, "He has ordered me to
eliminate the two of you. Pity. You are two of the
best slaves I've ever owned..."
"Then why just leave us strapped here? Why not
get on with it?" Kimberly shouted defiantly.
"Because I wanted a little souvenir of our time
together. You see, I get into all kinds of sexual
experiences, and since humans don't live forever," she
said pressing another button on her hip pad,
"voyeurism is about the only way to keep enjoying
you!"
At this, four huge robot arms with video cameras
moved overhead and into position.
"You're still connected to my sexual arousal
monitor, and after our little sessions, it is
perfectly calibrated to your individual responses.
Once the machine detects sexual arousal, it will
activate this new toy," she said pointing to the
absolutely strangest, but not very colorful, device
outside the room.
"Once activated, any decrease in arousal will
result in a lethal electrical charge to the other
person! Also, removing any wire or sensor also will
do the same, so don't even try." Kimberly and Tommy
gulped and looked at each other.
"The power of the charge is directly related to
the intensity of your sexual responses. You see, it
amplifies your sexual energy and stores it in a cell,
then after climax, when you can't sustain orgasm any
longer, it takes the stored up power and feeds it back
into your bodies at a hundred times the strength! If
you foolishly try to stop early, ...say before you
climax... the resulting death will be slow and most
painful. But if you enjoy yourselves fully, the
increased power levels will provide a quick and
instant death. Besides, I am being merciful in
granting you both your final gift of a sexual
experience together, and will enjoy the tape for
thousands of years to come!"
Kimberly whimpered softly as she faced her
impending death. Tommy's eyes grew thoughtful.
"Since we're going to die either way, can I make a
request?" he asked.
Mistress D.'s eyes widened with joy.
"Certainly! As long as it turns me on as well..."
Kimberly stared with horror at Tommy, who subtly
smiled and winked. What was he up to?"
***************************************************
Back in Tommy's apartment the Power Rangers were
shocked to find hundreds of Bondage and S & M catalogs
and magazines strewn throughout his bedroom.
"Who would have ever thought.." mussed the Yellow
Ranger, as she picked up a small black notebook.
As she opened it, she called "Hey! Here's his diary!"
As the other Power Rangers gathered around, the
Red Ranger whistled with awe as they read the vivid
description of Tommy, Kimberly, her wild outfit and
the various apprentice and positions employed. Below
this was written: "The Ultimate Fantasy."
***************************************************
As Mistress D. enthusiastically left to get the
items Tommy had whispered in her ear, Kimberly
frantically whispered to Tommy.
"What are you doing?! She's trying to kill us!"
"Listen," Tommy explained, "judging from the size
of that new device, it must have a limited power
storage cell. Our only hope is to try to overload it,
so it will blow up and allow us to break free!"
Kimberly thought for a moment. "How can we
overload it?"
"I've been thinking. So far she's calibrated our
settings based on our responses to her under her own
fantasies... With her ego, she probably assumes that
that would be *our* greatest experience too. So, I
figure, if we can somehow combine our fantasies, this
along with the penned up energy from the past
whatever-hours she's put us through might be enough to
overload the storage cell..."
"...and cause it to self-destruct!" Kimberly
finished, somewhat proud that she figured it out all
on her own. "But how do you know what my fantasy is?"
she asked.
"After that Pansy Monster incident, I *think* I
have a pretty good idea!" he said as Kimberly
blushed.
"But are you sure you can do it?... you know what
I mean? If I hold back it won't be as erotic.." he
asked doubtfully.
She smiled. She had fought along side him and
trained with him. She knew his strengths and
weaknesses. "Oh, yes!" she said confidently, "I can
handle it!"
"O.K." he said. "Let's do it!"
***************************************************
Soon, Mistress D.'s voice boomed from the loud-
speakers as she peered through the glass window at
the two Power Rangers.
"Remember, any attempt at escape will result in my
triggering the electroshocks... so don't even think
about it! You should have other things on your
minds!" she cackled.
Tommy, in a White Ranger-like suit without the
helmet, looked at Kimberly, bottom to top. She was
wearing a Pink Leather outfit even more outrageous
than Mistress D. had worn when they first met. She
was wearing a pair of pink, patent leather shoes, with
5 1/2" heels and little locking mechanisms, so they
wouldn't fly off no matter what. This also kept the
electrode wire firmly in place so she knew she
wouldn't accidentally pull one loose. Above this she
wore a pair of silky, pink stockings with seams that
ended in little bows behind her ankles. These went up
to the solid chains and garters which tightly clung to
her muscular thighs. Continuing upward, he licked his
lips in anticipation as he gazed at her incredibly
tight, shiny leather panties and pink boustier with
shiny sliver snaps and matching, patent gloves. And
to finish it all off she wore a collar with a series
of tiny straps that held the top in place. He whistled
in appreciation.
Kimberly smiled. This might just work after
all... and if not, what a way to go!
"Just to get things started, I've placed a little
something in your suits to trigger the device." she
said. Then pushing a green button on her hip pad, she
announced "Let the games begin!"
Tommy and Kimberly felt a familiar vibrating
sensation in each of their private parts followed by
an involuntary rush of excitement. This continued to
build for a few seconds until through the window, they
saw a bright red light turn on. They felt the devices
stop vibrating.
"O.K. The machine has detected sufficient sexual
energy in each of you to kill the other... you're on
your own now and there's no turning back!" boomed
Mistress D.'s voice. Tommy and Kimberly looked at
each other...
Hunger in his eyes, Tommy lurched for the Pink
Mistress, who being the more agile, easily escaped his
grasp.
"It's no use, Kim! I'm bigger and stronger than
you are! You're mine!" he cried.
The Pink Mistress only laughed. "Oh, poor little
me! It's too bad I'm just a helpless little female!"
she said, her words dripping with sarcasm.
"Then here I come!" he shouted and attacked again.
Anticipating his standard and normally effective
moves, she leapt skyward swinging one leg over his
shoulders. Her momentum carried her around him like a
snake, wrapping her left leg under his left arm and
around his back. Her right leg flew around and he
found himself suddenly flipping backwards from her
unexpected maneuver. He felt a rush of excitement as
he felt Kimberly taking control.
As he hit the floor, she easily spun around so
that she had him pinned under her knees. Pausing
briefly, he looked up in surprise at the speed at
which she could move, at her short but in this
situation, towering figure, her heaving breasts, her
wet, pussy... he smelled her scent and moaned. But,
not yet... not yet...
Pushing up with his hands on her incredible rear,
he sent her flying up and slid out from underneath.
She landed easily on her feet a few yards in front of
him.
"Yes!" shouted Mistress D. from in the control
room absolutely ecstatic over the action in the room
in front of her.
"You'll have to do better than that!" challenged
the White Ranger as The Pink Mistress circled him
slowly. Flipping backwards, she was able to land a
glancing blow with her left heel directly on his chin.
As she landed on her feet, she hesitated a moment.
"Are you all right?" she asked somewhat timidly.
"Yes... I *like* it!" he answered in a gravelly
voice. "Don't stop or we're dead!"
Kimberly had forgotten that they were still hooked
up to the dreadful machine. The additional fear
caused her adrenaline to flow and she attacked without
holding back.
The White Ranger sidestepped her attack and was
able to catch the side of her red boustier. It
snapped open and hung uselessly around her neck, her
breasts flying free.
She looked at his with shock and excitement.
"I can see your *TITTIES*!" he chided.
Fire in her eyes, she came at him at a speed he
didn't think possible. He prepared himself
instinctively for a high assault as before. Instead,
diving between his legs and holding on to his hips,
she slung herself upside-down behind him, shoving her
tiny, spike-heeled feet under his arms. He jerked his
arms up in pain, and her legs easily slipped through
and locked into place. A total reversal of last time,
she pulled her legs down, flipping him backwards onto
the leather table behind him, his shoulders pinned
down beneath her creamy thighs. She caught his legs
quickly under her arms and sat up, trapping him in an
awkward and helpless position. As he squirmed and
wiggled, he actually found himself unable to escape!
She had actually caught him!
One of Mistress D.'s slaves noticed the meter on
the device reach its peak, and the red light briefly
flash. "Mistress," she began, "the battery is fully..."
"Shut up, fool!" she commanded, enraptured in the
scene before her. Her slaves obediently kept their
silence.
Her crotch pressed against his chin, the Pink
Mistress smiled wickedly down at her prey.
"I'm *not* the whimpy little prissy you all think
I am! In fact, in all honesty, I have probably seen
more bondage flicks than you'll ever hope to!" she
announced as she rocked backwards, forcing his legs to
the table. With the skill of a pro she snapped his
legs in the shackels, lying open exactly as she had
placed them beforehand, unseen by Tommy.
The weight temporarily off his chest, he started
to sit up, but by this time she had already locked his
feet down. She threw her weight, little that it was,
back on his chest with sufficient leverage to slam him
back down flat on his back. As she continued rolling
forward, she grabbed his wrists and locked the second
hidden set of shackles on, trapping his hands over his
head. She continued her graceful somersault off the
table and walked up to her trapped prey as her fingers
slowly outlined her hard, pointy nipples.
"Yep. Innocent little Pink Ranger..." she purred.
"No match for a 'big, strong, macho guy' like you!" She
grabbed the top of his uniform and with one pull tore
it from his helpless, struggling body.
The red light on the machine began to blink
much faster.
Now," she said as she leapt onto the table,
standing full height over him, "I get *my* reward!"
As he gulped, his ultimate fantasy being fulfilled as
well as hers, she unsnapped her panties and let them
drop over his face.
As she descended on him, he felt a drop of her
'excitement' on his nose and cried out "Oh... man!" as
she covered his mouth and wiggled. Eager to serve,
and helpless to do otherwise, he licked and sucked
with enthusiasm Mistress D. had not received.
Kimberly rolled her eyes as the unresolved feelings
and urges that had build up inside sprang to life.
Her hands reached back, and finding his fully erect
Power Sword, she gasped and stroked it in admiration.
"It wasn't that large for me..." grumbled Mistress
D., as she caught herself actually drooling over the
sight before her. But she was oblivious to those
around her... and the rapidly blinking red light on
the machine behind her.
Unable to resist any longer, The Pink Mistress
shouted: "You've put me off long enough! Now I'm
going to screw you 'til your eyes bubble!"
Pushing herself up in a handstand, just as Tommy
had described in his diary, she towered upside-down in
the air, hanging for a moment as only an exceptional
gymnast as herself could, then flipping backwards,
precisely sheathed the White Ranger's "sword' in her
wet, pink scabbard. Pumping in rapture, they began to
complete the climb each had been denied for so long.
The machine behind Mistress D. began to smoke.
The red light exploded and a warning buzzer sounded.
"Nooo!" shouted Mistress D. "Turn it off!" But
sparks were flying from it so furiously that no one
could get near it.
"Kimmy!" gasped The White Ranger.
"Tommy!" gasped The Pink Mistress, as they heard
the familiar theme song swell in their ears:
"Go, Go, Power Rangers!!!!"
At the moment they crossed over the peak, the
machine exploded in a brilliant fireball, destroying
everything outside of their Playroom, which had been
fortified against escape, but which also resisted
penetration from without. Gasping in joy, their eyes
locked they both came in unison with a passion that
surprised each one.
In the afterglow of both their lovemaking and the
explosion, Kimberly released Tommy from his
restraints. Curled up against his chest, she
confided, "I always thought that you didn't find me
attractive, and that it would be even worse if you
knew how kinky I really was..."
"No!" Tommy responded sitting up on his elbows, "I
was worried that you'd find *me* so weird that you'd
never have anything to do with me!"
They laughed. In the silence that followed they
stared across the room at their strange and colorful,
blinking Power Ranger Signal Watches.
Without a word they looked at each other and
smiling confidently, nodded, and after morphing
into their real Power Ranger Uniforms, beamed off to
once again save the Earth.