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Subject: Power Rangers sex stories pt2(1/1)
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From : TRANE
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Subj : Power Ranger Repost #1
Numb : 357 of 891 Date : 08/16/95 5:02pm
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From: trane@teamhbbs.com (TRANE)
Here is a repost of the first three episodes of Power Ranger
Passion, followed by the concluding chapters, as several have requested.
Thanks for your patience - that damn final Windows 95 beta has played
havoc with my system.
))))))))))))))))(((((((((((((((((((((
Well, I met this young fella - Jason, I think he said his name
was - in a bar over on State Street. We got to swappin' lies, arguing
about the Cubs and telling each other tales atil we got a little wasted.
You could tell that he wasn't much of a drinker, as he started blabbing
away about tales that seemed either pretty far-fetched or just too
personal to be telling some stranger. Still, I reached into my backpack
and surreptitiously turned on the tape recorder I use to tape lectures
for my roommate, and then loaded up his story to see if my new voice
recognition software would work. (So, if there are any spelling errors,
it's a software bug, not me.)
Do I believe his story? Geez, would you? But, he sure seemed to
believe it, and I'll let you decide....
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Huh? Sure, I'll have another. Zardon and the others can't
complain any longer if I have a couple of beers once in a while. God
knows we had enough pressure on us, saving the world every week or so.
That dork Adam is welcome to it. Trini and I were smart to get out of
it.
Ahhh, Trini. The mysterious one to most folks. They don't
understand anything Vietnamese anyway. Well, she wasn't all that much
different from anyone else - not at least for the most important things.
Lotta spunk and sass for a slender young thing; never minded having her
at my back when the Puttymen started swarming. I guess it's not too
surprising that she's the one who got me first.
Y'see, we'd just finished up a particularly nasty outing taking
on some of Zedd's minions. I offered to walk Trini home, acuz we lived
not too far apart and she'd obviously taken a real shot in the thigh
from one of the beasts and had a pretty nasty bruise. We'd only made it
about two blocks when Trini started limping awfully badly as her quad
started to tighten up. I hustled her up to my apartment because it was
closer so she could take her weight off it.
We got inside the door, with her leaning on my arm. I helped her
stretch out on the floor of the small living room, and she pressed on
the knot with the heel of her hand, but it obviously wasn't working. I
could see the tears welling in the corner of her eyes, and I knew that
if stoic old Trini was showing it that much, it had to hurt bad.
"You want me to get some balm for that, Trin'?" I asked. She
could only nod.
Being a nut as I was for working out, I always had a jar of
Tiger Balm around for aches and all, so I got it from the bathroom and
trotted back to the living room. She was wearing some grey sweatpants
and a leotard - yellow, naturally - so I got pulled the sweatpants off
and then opened the jar and handed it to her. She started slathering the
heating balm on her thigh, but immediately realized that the effort to
sit up just tightened her thigh muscle more. So, I gently pushed her
onto her back and started rubbing and kneading on the top of her bare
thigh. It felt like she was storing nuts under her skin, she was so
cramped up.
"Harder," she grunted through clenched teeth. I complied,
squeezing the taut muscle.
I could see that the tenseness of the pain was working against
her, knotting her up even further. I rubbed down to her knee and kneaded
around the patella a couple of times, then japed, "Hey, what's a joint
like you doing in a nice girl like this." Despite herself, Trini
laughed at the dumb pun. I moved back up her thigh and continued
pressing with the tips of my fingers. She started to relax just a
little.
"Just a bit higher," she uttered. I obediently moved up, rubbing
near the join of leg and hip. She moved her knee out just a bit, and I
took that as a signal to knead the inside of her thigh.
"Hmmmmm - that's nice. You may have a future at this." Her voice
was much more relaxed now.
"Huh? Good?" Glad to help the old team and all, I was thinking.
Just then came one of those moments when, I don't know,
circumstance and hormones came together for the first time, I guess. The
back of my hand brushed against the leotard covered mound at the base of
her crotch, and I sensed from the texture of the fabric the sparse hairs
that lay beneath. Like a blaster charge on the back of my neck, it
suddenly hit me that there was a very attractive young woman lying on my
floor, and I was rubbing her slim, soft thigh right next to her... well,
you know. I looked up her torso and noticed as though for the first time
the swelling of her breasts and her firm nipples stretched underneath
the thin leotard fabric.
I jerked my hand up as if burned, and mumbled without looking at
her, "Uh, that better now?"
Trini raised her head while rising to her elbows, her dark eyes
piercing into me. "Yes, much better." Her voice suggested surprise and a
little disappointment, which I figured was because I'd stopped before
really kneading the kink out.
I rose to one knee. "You want to stretch out there for a bit, or
something?"
"It's pretty tender. I don't think that will do it." She paused,
as if appraising her condition. "Would you mind if I soaked in your tub
for a bit?"
"Sure, let me help you up." I jumped to my feet and pulled her
up by the hand. She winced as she struggled to her feet and kept her
weight mostly on her good leg, while leaning heavily on my arm. I
walked her down the hall to the bathroom and its small tub.
She leaned against the counter while I pulled out a couple of
towels for her and leaned over the tub to flip on the faucet. "You gotta
watch this thing; if you're just a bit off on the setting you'll get
scalded."
When I was finally satisfied that the water temperature was just
hot enough for her, I straightened up and turned to where she patiently
was waiting. I saw that she'd pulled the leotard straps just over the
point of her shoulders, as though she couldn't wait to get the garment
off and herself into the tub as soon as possible.
"You gonna be okay?" She nodded, adding a quick, "Thanks." "Just
call if you need something, Trin'." I left, awkwardly pulling the door
shut behind me.
A moment later the water shut off, and my hormones kicked in
again with the realization that she was at that moment stripping off all
of her clothes just a few feet away. My imagination was further fueled
as I heard the sound of her lithe body slowly slip into the hot water.
It then occurred to me that I probably shouldn't be able to hear her
that well from my living room, and I slipped back down the hall.
I saw that I hadn't latched the door carefully, leaving it
cracked open an inch or so. I reached to close it and then it struck me
I was having one of those stupid moments that seem to make up a good
part of the lives of single guys. I was going to do something dumb,
whatever I did then. If I latched the door, she'd figure I was spying
and shutting the door, and if I didn't shut the door and she saw it was
open when she got out, she might wonder why I left the door ajar.
While going through this stupid internal debate, my eyes were
drawn through the crack and I realized that I could see her by way of
the mirror over the sink. She was facing me, with her bum right leg
soaking under the water and her near leg drawn up almost to her chest,
blocking my view of anything that I really shouldn't see. Her eyes
flitted up and locked onto mine. They registered surprise, but nothing
more. I mumbled a quick, "Sorry, this door doesn't latch well," and shut
it quickly.
Damn, I thought, I've faced near-certain death with this girl
and now I'm stumbling around like a pimply-faced freshman. I mean, get a
clue, Jason! Was I going to have trouble dealing with her and Kimberly
just because they were very pretty girls? I was supposed to be the
leader of the Powe... well, our group, and I couldn't relate to my team
members the way that I needed to.
I took a deep breath and headed back down the hall to change
into a pair of jeans. I had stripped down to my boxers when I heard a
thump from the bathroom next door.
"JASON!!" That was Trini's voice, shrieking. I sprinted down the
hall, thinking that the puttymen must have slipped in through the
plumbing, or something. I barely paused at the door and rushed through;
after all, old habits die hard and we'd always rushed to help one
another instantly, never having been in a situation where one or the
other of us might not have been decently dressed.
Trini was alone after all, but she was lying in the tub turned
half away from me. Her face was contorted in pain, and both hands were
kneading frantically at her thigh. As I came in, she whimpered, "It
cramped up on me again. Help me out of here!"
Registering finally that she was naked, I started to reach for a
towel, but saw her arms plaintively raised to me. So, I leaned down,
placed my hands in her armpits, and pulled my sopping comrade from the
tub. As she leaned against me, I grabbed a bath towel from the rack,
sensing at some level that two firm, naked breasts were pressed up
against my now bare chest, the nipples drilling into my pecs. I quickly
draped the red towel between us, fumbling as I tried to pull it around
her shoulders.
Her voice was a bit calmer now. "Can you try to knead out the
knot again?"
I nodded and bent over to pick her up, with one arm behind her
knees and the other under her shoulder blades. As I slipped through the
bathroom door, I noticed that my sloppy wrapping job with the towel had
left just about her entire backside exposed, and - though I couldn't see
anything at the moment her entire, bare ass was resting on my right
forearm.
All the same, she seemed to be treating it as nothing other than
a temporary medical emergency, and I tried to be commensurately serious
as well.
I put her down on the couch, where I knelt beside her on the
floor. I grabbed the jar of balm and again applied it to her thigh. She
said, "I think if you knead it just a bit longer than last time it will
be okay." I was still self-conscious about touching her there, but tried
to maintain a workmanlike mien. Yet, my mind flew back to those moments
as I was pulling her from the tub, trying to complete the mental puzzle
of which my eyes in the emergency had gathered only a few pieces. After
seeing her in leotards and our skintight uniforms, there shouldn't have
been any surprises, but my impression was that she was a bit curvier
than I expected.
After a few moments of massaging I could feel the cramp subside
and her muscles relax. She again signaled by moving her knee the need
for me to rub her inner thigh. This time, though, I was quite conscious
that there was no leotard between my hand and her sex. She apparently
was too, as after a moment she carefully tucked a corner of the towel
down between her legs. However, when she bent her leg a bit more to
allow me to move my hand a bit higher up her thigh, the corner slipped
to the side, and I caught a glimpse of a tuft of dark, thin hair. She
again tucked the towel down.
By this time, I was extremely jumpy, and - when a truck horn
outside blared - my hand jerked and I knocked the towel corner aside
again, exposing an even larger segment of her pubic hair and a square
inch or so of her nether lips. I stared in shock at my gaffe for a full
two seconds, and then jerked my hand over to reseat the towel.
However, Trini just then leaned forward to do the same. My hand
hit her wrist, which pushed her upper arm away from her side, allowing
the hastily bunched towel to slide down her torso almost to her waist,
fully exposing both of her young breasts. I tucked the corner of the
towel back between her thighs, while she clumsily grabbed the top of the
soft terrycloth and slid it back over her breasts.
At that point, I didn't know what the hell to do, I was so
embarrassed. I guiltily looked up at her face, which was a blank mask.
We stared at each other for a full five seconds. Just as I was about to
turn away, I saw the corners of her mouth begin to twitch. Then, like a
balloon overfilled with water that had just sprung a leak, she begin to
snicker - and then giggle in a high-pitched torrent. Alleviating my
fears and tension as it did, her laughter started me giggling too.
Soon, our giggling escalated into uncontrollable laughter. I
flopped onto my back on the floor, giggling madly. Trini still reclined
on the couch, biting the edge of the towel that peeked up above her
breasts through her laughter, continuing until tears welled up in her
eyes. Her cramped thigh muscle obviously had been cured during the
laughter.
I finally was able to sit back up as my chuckling subsided,
barely able to catch my breath. "God," I managed, "we can save the Earth
from Rita and Zedd but we aren't even coordinated enough to keep a towel
on you."
"Oh, that's what you were laughing about?" she replied.
"Well, yeah. What about you?"
"Actually, Jason, I was laughing because there you were trying
to sneak a peek of me through the bathroom door and now I've let you see
pretty much the whole girl!" She laughed again, but without any trace of
annoyance .
"Wait a freaking minute! Don't go jumping on my case. I wasn't
trying to peek at you. The door just didn't close right and I was trying
to shut it. That's all."
"Weren't peeking, huh? You had no interest in maybe seeing what
I looked like?" she teased.
"No, of course not." Her eyebrows rose.
Oops, I'd stuck my foot in it again, making it sound as though I
had no interest in seeing her nude because she wasn't attractive.
"I'm not saying that I wouldn't find you pretty enough to look
at - cuz you are - but it's just that I wouldn't go sneaking around to
peek or ask to see you or..." Damn, I wasn't getting myself out of this
any better.
"So you just rip my towel off me instead, huh?" Before I could
open my mouth to protest, she looked down at my crotch and her eyebrows
rose again. "And you don't have to convince me that I'm not pretty
enough to be sneaking looks at - unless thats a metazoid that's sitting
in your boxer shorts."
I followed her gaze and realized for the first time that my
penis had become a bit engorged during the wrestle for her towel. I
looked up at her and shrugged. What could I deny?
She just stared at me for a second. I sensed she was making some
sort of decision, and remained quiet. She bit her lower lip, and closed
her eyes.
Wordlessly, she reached over and pulled my right hand to her.
Her remaining hand just barely kept the red terrycloth atop her breasts.
Trini held my hand in front of her face for a moment, and then bowed her
head and kissed it lightly. Quietly, she said to my hand, "You seem
awfully soft for a hand that punched out seven ogres not more than an
hour ago. Strong, and still soft - I like that." I could feel what
seemed to be an electric current loop running down my spine and into my
shorts, where it sizzled at the base of my balls.
She then placed my palm up against her cheek, and rubbed it
there lightly, then slid it down to the side of her jaw, and her throat,
finally resting it on her collarbone. She looked up at me evenly, and
then, without averting her eyes, she slid my hand down her chest,
pushing the towel down, and then over her pert breast.
I held my breath. All the hairs on my arm were on end. The ever-
hardening nipple rested in the valley of my hand, which I almost
imperceptibly tightened. Trini leaned toward me to press the sweet
breast further against me, and even in my inexperience, I could sense a
need in her as strong as mine. I began to move my hand, to stroke the
surface of her lovely tit. It was larger than I expected, but no less
firm. I'd heard some giggling between her and Kimberly that she'd had to
tie herself down a little bit to maintain a trim fighting silhouette,
and now I understood why. She was magnificent.
I brought my other hand up and brushed the back of my fingers
along the outside of that wonderful mound, circling the areole and
lightly brushing over the tip of that nipple.
Trini's hands now came up and bracketed my cheeks, and she gazed
at me with a look that I'd never seen before: hunger mixed with trust
and not a little bit of lust - with the same intensity that she'd
displayed when confronting Rita in her lair. As my hands continued to
stroke her tits, Trini pulled herself toward me, twisting where she lay
supine on the couch so that she could face me. Her mouth darted toward
mine, and we locked our lips, kissing one another for the very first
time.
Words don't exist to explain the feeling of kissing this
magnificent creature. The relief, and release, of sharing this
expression of physical caring with one who had borne along with me, as
well as the others, the incredible responsibility of protecting the
earth is beyond my ability to describe. Our lips touched and explored,
and as our confidence and communication grew, our mouths opened and our
tongues met and gamboled too.
Placing her arms around my neck, Trini adroitly swung her lower
body off the sofa and down to the floor, where she landed on her knees
before me. Never once was the kiss at risk of being broken. The towel
was bunched awkwardly around her waist; she roughly pulled it away from
her and flung it in the corner. She then stepped forward on her knees to
press her trunk against me tightly. My cock, which had been pinned
awkardly inside my boxers for what seemed like weeks, was now pinched
pointing to the side, trapped between our torsoes.
I brought my hands around her waist and pulled her tighter, then
let them slip down the small of her back and over her taut asscheeks. I
realize only now the magnificence of that ass, small but musculular and
incredibly firm. My hand glided over the wonderful hills. She moaned
into my mouth. As the kiss continued, she guided one hand over my
shoulders and across the muscles of my chest.
She pulled her lips back a few inches and grinned. "Christ,
Jason, you know that you've got one helluva body?"
I grinned back. "I was going to say the same thing to you.
You're in unbelievable shape."
Apparently that was on the list of right things to say, because
she resumed our kiss, but now let her hands slide under my arms and roam
around my back. After a moment, she slid them slowly, almost cautiously,
to the waistband, and then her long slim fingers slid beneath the
elastic and splayed along the tops of my own asscheeks. More blood
rushed into my erect cock, now almost painful in its arousal. Her strong
fingers roamed over my ass, savoring what obviously was the first so
intimate a contact with a man.
Slowly, her hands drifted to the sides of my hips, and then
withdrew enough so that she could grab the waistband of my shorts. After
hesitating to give me a chance to object - which chance I let pass,
you'd better believe - Trini began tugging them to the floor, again
running her hands over my butt to slide the elastic over my butt.
First, though, she had to negotiate a more complicated
impediment = the waistband was caught at the front on my rigid tool. Now
without hesitating. she slid her right hand from my hip around to the
front, her finger tips beneath the elastic, where they just brushed
against the tip of my organ. I involuntary sucked in my breath at her
touch. Trini then pulled the elastic out and down, using the back of her
fingers to lever my cocktip over the edge of the waistband.
The erection bobbed into the light, flicking against her wrist
and hand. Trini then firmly shoved the shorts down to me kneeling knees,
where I raised one knee and then the next so that she could lean forward
and push the boxers all the way off my legs. In doing so, though, she
brushed her firm left breast along the length of my throbbing cock,
which quivered as if struck by lightning.
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From : TRANE
To : ALL
Subj : Re: Power Ranger Repost #3
Numb : 359 of 891 Date : 08/16/95 5:02pm
Read : [N/A] Reference : NONE
Conf : 640 - alt.sex.stories Private : NO
From: trane@teamhbbs.com (TRANE)
She straightened up. I looked down at the shorter, lsim woman,
uncertain of what to do. Trini was not. She again threw her left arm
around my neck and kissed me passionately. I put my hand back on her
tight buttocks. Her right hand rested briefly on my chest, then slid
down quickly - though to me it seemed maddeningly slow - to the base of
my erect cock. Her fingers grazed through my pubic hair, and then firmly
grasped me around the base, with her thumb at the top and fingers
underneath. My moan of pleasure was a throatier version of her own -
which I hoped was one of pleased surprise.
Trini then pulled her mouth from mine and threw her head back.
Taking the cue, I clamped my lips on her neck, then slowly drew them
down her collarbone until I found myself face-to ...er, face with her
full right breast and hardened nipple. She slid her left hand from my
neck up to the back of my head, which she thereupon tugged onto her
heated tit. At the same time, she began stroking my engorged rod with
her lightly-grasping hand.
My lips tried first to devour her entire breast, then pursed to
tease and suck at the hard nipple. Trini moaned again, and her grip on
me tightened. Her breath was becoming shallow and fast. I began to
notice a distinctive new fragrance, which even in my inexperience I knew
was that of her loins' liquid arousal.
I moved my mouth to her other tit, and continued my sucking and
nipping, then lapped at the bud with a stiffened tongue tip, directed at
each stage by her pleased moans and firmly controlling hand on my head.
Her right hand continued its stroking while brushing the tip of my cock
against her lower stomach and the top of her wispy pubic region, leaving
a small trail of pre-cum on her. She seemed to detect the wetness, for
her hand then slid up the underside of my shaft and her fingertips met
at the tip, where they rubbed my passionate secretions, testing its
viscousness. She then re-grasped my shaft and went back to her stroking,
aided now by the slick seminal fluid that had leaked onto her fingers.
My own right hand began a similar adventure, dropping down the
back of her ass to its base, and then I drew my middle finger back up to
the bottom join of her vaginal cleft. My first sensation was of soft
folds of skin and tendrils of hair. Immediately, she pushed her ass back
and down onto my finger, which pressed between her folds and found a
swampy paradise inside. My middle finger explored along the inner folds
of her cunt and gently probed into the entrance to her pussy, but went
no further. She rocked back and forth so as to drive me faster along my
route, but in my inexperience I wasn't sure what she wanted me to do to
increase her pleasure.
Suddenly, she pushed me back with a firm hand on my chest, and I
briefly wondered if she was feeling self-recriminations at what we were
doing. I needn't have worried. She grinned up at me with a shy, devilish
and almost guilty air, then bent over my loins, stopping with her face
about a foot from the tip of the cock that she continued to stroke. She
watched the tip and upper folds of my circumsized organ emerge from her
clutching fist. She seemed almost mesmerized, and I was sure that she'd
never before viewed a man's erect organ from so close a vantage.
Before I could began to even hope she might do so, Trini dropped
her face down to my loins and slid her open mouth over the tip of my
cock. As she turned her head up to do so, Her long, straight black hair
fell on the far side of her face, and I had an unobstructed view of my
cock as it first slid between her slim red lips. Her gaze flitted up to
my face to see my reaction; I smiled back as best I could to express my
gratitude and arousal. As hot as my organ was, it felt as though it had
entered the sweetest, wettest, hottest blast furnace. I shuddered.
She kept the cap just inside her unmoving mouth for a moment,
and then I felt Trini's tongue slide over my semen-coated tip, savoring
the gooey emission. Her cheeks then hollowed as she sucked at the end,
and then drew more of me into her mouth until almost half disappeared.
Keeping the pressure of her cheeks unabated, she agonizingly slid her
mouth back to the tip. I groaned in ecstacy. She quickly smiled in
triumph, and then with just a trace of open-mouthed awkwardness, threw
her face forward, pulling me in just a bit more than before. I gasped,
feeling as though I could hardly breathe. She continued the motion
several more times, each plunge over my straining cock just a bit deeper
than its predecessor, until I could feel the tip strike at the entrance
to her throat.
My balls began to tighten under me, and I felt seemingly random
electric shocks strike at the base of my spine. I put my hand on Trini's
hollowed cheek and guided her face away from me. My cocktip emerged from
her sucking mouth with an audible plop. Trini's eyes bore into mine,
betraying nothing but raw passion.
"Trini, honey, I don't know how long I can take that. Let me...
let me do something for you."
My comrade rstraightened up there where we knelt and put her
arms back around my neck. "What you can do for me, lover, is to try
putting that ... your huge thing, putting it inside me."
Somehow I expected that she would want more touching and
foreplay, but I had known Trini long enough to know that when she had
her mind set on something there wasn't any point to try to dissuade her.
I reached for her shoulders to push her onto her back, but she stopped
me with a hand on my chest. She paused as if in thought, then reached
next to us on the couch and grabbed a throw cushion, which she dropped
onto the floor behind me. Trini then firmly pushed me straight back onto
my back, my head landing on the pillow. My saliva-wettened cock waved in
the air.
Kneeling beside me now, Trini leaned over and again dropped her
mouth over my hard, leaking cock. She let the tip soak in her wet maw. I
ran my hand up her slim, dusky thigh, the pressed my fingertips up
against the apex of her cunt, rubbing lightly at her hooded clit. She
moaned over the prick that she kept prisoner in her mouth.
Gracefully, she lifted her mouth from my phallus and swung a leg
over my lower torso, straddling me so that the tip of my cock, where it
appeared above her clutching fingers, rested against her flat stomach.
She looked down at my rod and then up my body to my face. She silently
mouthed, "I want you *so* much."
With that, she rocked forward so that her loins were suspended
just behind the tip of my aching phallus. She rubbed the top of the
shaft against her upper lips, and jogged her hips forward and back
slightly, sawing the fleshy rod along her cleft. Then, she rose up
higher and guided the tip back so that it rested right at the portals to
her virgin cunt.
With a sibilant, "Oh, yessss," Trini lowered herself onto me,
driving almost an inch of my reddened cock into her, where my thickness
stopped at the tight sides of her wet but tight channel. I had no
concerns that I would run into her hymen, as it could not have remained
intact with the acrobatics required of each of us. Still, I was not
surprised at her tightness and the need for her to proceed tentatively.
She rose again, then manipulated my heavy cock around the
entrance to her cunt, spreading the combined lubricants from her pussy
and my seeping prick. She then lowered herself more heavily, and I slid
further inside before she stopped. She gyrated her hips lightly, lifter
her loins again, and with a triumphant confidence pushed firmly back
down.
I briefly stuck halfway in, and then her hips dropped all the
way down and I realized that I was completely inside her! I could feel
that wetness of her lips rest on my balls. Her snugness was such that I
thought that I could feel her pulse being transmitted through the soft
walls of her vaginal tunnel.
Trini leaned over my face, resting her weight on her hands. Her
dark hair cascaded over her face, sheltering us in its tent. Her lips
found mine, and we kissed again, now in passion and triumph. She rocked
her hips forward, pulling herself off of my filling cock; I could feel
her stretched lips tugging at my shaft each inch of the way. With only
an inch of my prick inside her, she pushed back with her hands against
the floor and her body drew me back in, all the way to the base. A purr
came from her throat.
I tucked my hands inside her arms and brushed over her still-
erect nipples. As she rose again off my stiff organ, I grabbed her hips
to assist her motion, and then pushed her back down onto me, my own hips
rising several inches to meet hers. My thighs struck her slim asscheeks
with a quiet smack.
Despite the joint virginity that we had shared until only
moments before, instincts quickly led us into a steady, satisfying
rhythm, her loins rising and falling against my own, our organs
throbbing and quaking with increasing arousal. Our kiss continued
intermittently, intersperesed with nibbles and open-mouthed entreaties
to never, ever stop the bliss we were bringing to each other. Trini
experimented in her rocking with an occasional circular gyration,
pleasing herself both by the additional sensation that it brought to her
and the surprised delight that the motion delivered to my own loins.
Seemingly within seconds - or was it hours? - Trini's pace
quickened along with her breathing. Her dark eyes closed, almost as
though she was in pain. I could only guess that she was on the verge of
climaxing - for which I was grateful because my own arousal had
diminished little since she had pleasured me with her lips and hungry
mouth, and I knew I could not long sustain the pleasururable sensations.
Trini's hips staring slamming down onto my loins and she
consciously kept the top of my shaft pressed against the upper walls of
her sweet tunnel. Her moaning descended to animalistic grunts of keening
pleasure, and it seemed that her cunt grewer even hotter.
After half a dozen more plunges, Trini's eyes flew open in
shock, then closed, and she dropped heavily onto my loins. She shrieked
as she rocked furiously, then stilled the motion of her ass altogether
although her upper torso bobbed to an unalterable cadence. I felt an
incredible pulsation on my cock, and I figured that she sure had better
be coming, because neither of us could survive any more strenuous of a
spasm and I could not in any case hold myself back.
My balls exploded and I began to spurt my hot semen up into the
throbbing channel of the lovely Trini. I cried out my completion, and
her lips turned up in a smile, pleased at my happiness and the sensation
of my hot jets striking inside her. I poured myself into her volcanic
furnace; she bathed me with the pool of her passionate climax.
Trini's eyelids fluttered open. We smiled, and we kissed one
another to enhance the sharing of our mutual paroxysms of pleasure. As
the tremors subsided, we kissed and nibbled around each other's cheeks
and chin and neck. Finally, the explosions ended, replaced with a warm
glow of satisfaction and joy. We giggled.
Suddenly, the reverie was broken by a jingle - keys falling onto
the carpet near the front door. Our heads simultaneously turned in that
direction.
Oddly, my eyes looked first to floor, where I saw a ring of keys
with an Angel Grove High School key chain. Instantly, I identified the
keychain and remembered that I had given the owner a spare key to my
apartment in the event of an emergency.
I knew what I would see when I raised my eyes.
There, standing inside the entryway, her eyes as big as dinner
plates, was Kimberly, my pink comrade.
From above me came a muttered, "Oh, shit." For the first and
only time in our acquaintance, I had heard Trini use profanity.
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Power Ranger Passion - Part 4
As quick as she may have been to respond to a surprise attack by
puttymen, Trini was paralyzed by the sight of Kimberly standing in the
doorway. Since the dark-haired girl was astride my loins at that moment,
there wasn't much that I could do other than gape at Kimberly.
Since Kimberly was staring open-mouthed at us, the room gave the
appearance of a statuary. Our minds, however, were racing swiftly.
Kimberly's face exposed a combination of upset and outrage. Trini seemed
to be debating whether or not to present some excuse or explanation. I
was wondering whether the news of our tryst might have a dramatic and
possibly terminal effect upon the future of the group.
Finally, Trini moved, sliding her torso forward so that my still-
heavy but slowly softening cock could slide out of her stretched sex.
The plop that the action made just enhanced our embarassment. She then
slid off me and reached for the towel in which I'd carried her out to
the living room. She handed me my boxer shorts, which I draped over my
lap as I sat up. Trini pulled the towel around her torso and stood up.
Kimberly's brow furled as she finally spoke while nervously twisting
her thumb in the shoulder strap of her bare-midriffed top. "I'd ask
what's going on here, but I guess it'd sound pretty stupid." Our partner
was not pleased.
Trini was conciliatory, but did not back down. "Jason was trying to
help me rub out a muscle spasm and ... one thing led to another."
"It looks like it led to a lot of aanothers'," Kimberly said. "Is
this going to be happening again? Should we be looking back at you two
when we're all in the middle of a fight just to be sure that you're not
wrapped around each other when we're supposed to be looking out for one
another?" Her lower lip trembled.
I started to rise to reassure Kimberly that nothing would change,
then realized that I was stark naked except for the crumpled up pair of
shorts inadequately covering my groin. I nervously tried to bend over to
put them on. Kimberly stared at me in shock and disgust as my still wet
member flopped in front of me. In donning the boxers, though, I
succeeded only in getting my foot caught, and hopped forward to where I
bumped into her. Kimberly grabbed my boxers from my hand and threw the
wad into my face. I let them drop to the floor.
"You big jerk! After all that we've all meant to each other - to the
world, even - you have the gall to sneak off and have .... do THIS with
my best friend. It's just..." Tears welled at the corners of her eyes.
"I thought if it would ever happen, it would be ... that maybe I ... you
and me might be the ones."
Trini strode forward, her eyes now flaring. "So it's okay if it had
been you in here, but not if it was me. That's the Law of Kimberly?"
Kimberly shook her head, now having difficulty speaking as her eyes
continued to tear. "No, that's not it, but... While I was standing there
watching you, it was just so beautiful and I felt so left out. Like you
had created something that I was excluded from forever."
I stood there trying to let her speech sink in. Trini moved forward
and stepped behind Kimberly, then rested her slender fingers where the
girl's neck joined her shoulders. Trini gently kneaded and rubbed
Kimberly's neck to relax and reassure her. "Nobody's being left out,
Kimberly," she cooed. "We're all still a team. I still love you. Jason
still loves you, too. Isn't that right, Jason?"
I stepped forward and nodded vigorously. The resulting bobbing of my
cock reminded me that I was once again naked, but now without even the
minimal modesty of a pair of shorts to drape in front of me.
Kimberly put her hands on my shoulders and looked up at me. Her tears
seemed to be subsiding. "You do love me, Jason?"
"Of course I do. After all that we've been through in beating back
Rita and Zedd and..." I cut off, realizing that I was putting myself
back into hot water, casting Kimberly as little more than a trusted
fellow-warrior. "...and I love you because you're you: sweet and
wonderful and pretty and fun and ..." As I said the words, I realized
that they were all true, even though I had tried to suppress the
feelings to myself.
Kimberly cut me off by tugging down on my shoulders and pressing her
lips up to mine. I nearly sputtered in surprise, but didn't resist. Her
kiss was what you'd expect: sweet and tender - close-mouthed but
earnest. I turned my head slightly to the side where I could see Trini's
face. To my relief, Trini was in no way upset at our kiss. In fact, she
looked pleased, grinning as though to convey delight that we had managed
to placate our angry friend.
I rested my hands on Kimberly's waist as the kiss continued. She
pressed herself forward against me and her lips parted, allowing her
tender tongue to slide forward and with a fresh innocence probe at my
own. I responded in kind and pulled her close to me, my hands now
resting on her bare skin on her back.
Instantly, my cock - still soaked with Trini's intimate juices -
sprang back to life. Within seconds, Kimberly's eyes opened and her kiss
froze on my lips as she realized what had happened. I expected her to
yell at me for being a disgusting pervert, but Kimberly merely pulled
her head back and smiled.
"So you *do* love me - or at least like me a lot." Her smile turned
positively coquettish. Damn - didn't this woman-child realize that she
was playing with fire?
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I smiled sheepishly. "Well, yeah. But it's your fault, kissing me
when I'm not wearing anything and you have on that tight little top and
those snug shorts and all."
"What was a girl to do, after getting wound up watching the two of
you ... you know, while she was kissing your...., and sitting on it and
.."
I raised my eyebrows. Apparently, Kimberly had watched virtually all
of our entire lovemaking session while hiding back in the entryway. She
smiled sheepishly at me, and then whirled her head apologetically around
toward Trini, who still had her hands on Kimberly's shoulders.
"I mean, you two were *so* hot," Kimberly continued, "I couldn't help
but stand there and watch and rub my hands over my breasts..." She
looked down at her chest; I noticed that her nipples were hardening
beneath the knit fabric. "And, I wouldn't be surprised if someone were
to check that they'd find that I'm a little bit, you know, kinda wet
someplace else."
She stopped talking. I stood there dumbly and realized that Kimberly
was staring at me, her lower lip captured beneath the slight overbite of
her upper teeth. Trini cleared her throat. I looked up at her.
"Jason, what I think Kimberly's saying..." Trini interjected, rubbing
Kim's back and side, "...is that it's okay if you want to check."
My jaw dropped, and I stared back at Kimberly, expecting her to
protest Trini's speculation. The girl's face didn't change expression,
but her eyes dropped for two long counts, and then returned to mine.
I cupped her cheek with my hand and kissed my pink friend again. Her
response belied any innocence; her mouth opened hungrily and our tongues
dueled. Between us, I could feel Trini's hands slide over Kimberly's
stomach, and then come up and over to cup Kimberly's breasts. Kimberly
moaned in pleasure, and I could feel her loins rock lightly forward,
brushing her hip against my rapidly re-awakening cock.
Kimberly grabbed my hand and kissed the palm, then slid it down the
side of her cheek and neck. Slowing now, she directed my palm to the
crest of her right breast, and placed it atop Trini's hand. The three of
us jointly rubbed, pressing and teasing her nubbin underneath the tight
top, and I realized that Kimberly wore no bra underneath, as firm as the
athletic girl was. Trini then grasped the bottom hem of the girl's top
and pulled up, exposing almost all of both tips, including the perky
nipples.
Kimberly's breasts were not as large as Trini's, but they were firm
and perfectly-shaped, screaming out for the touch of a man's pursed
lips. I moved my hand back over her breast, and now touched bare skin
and taut nipple for the first time, then kneaded and twisted. A guttural
purr emerged from Kimberly's throat.
Kimberly's hand still covered mine, and she now pulled it down
the soft expanse of her tight, gymnast's belly to the waistband of her
shorts. I realized what she wanted me to do, and quickly unsnapped the
catch. My shaking hand pulled on the zipper tab; the screech of the
metal as it descended was astonishingly loud in the room absent of any
sound other than our own heated breaths. Kimberly watched my hands, as
though transfixed.
Trini tugged up on the hem of Kimberly's shirt. Like a child,
she lifted her arms straight up, and Trini quickly whisked it up and off
her arms. At the same time, I pulled the sides of Kimberly's unzippered
shorts apart, revealing prim white panties.
A rustle behind Kimberly made me look up. Trini was pulling the
towel away from her own body, and once again was nude. She then reached
down to tug the back of Kimberly's shorts down. With me kneeling and
grabbing the front, they were quickly down her legs and off in a trice.
Kimberly's panties slid with them to mid hip, baring the upper half of
her lightly-furred bush. Trini then resumed cupping and needing her
friend's throbbing tits.
Kimberly reached back behind her head to support herself with
her hands around Trini's neck. The motion arched her back and nudged her
hips toward me. Still on my knees, I ran my hands up her slim but well-
defined thighs and over her lower stomach, my fingers brushing through
the dark-blonde pubes. I barely resisted a smile when Kimberly's thighs
parted slightly in desire.
I allowed my fingertips to swirl down over the front of
Kimberly's pantied loins. My thumbs descended to the apex of her groin
and pressed up against the sides of her fabric-covered vaginal lips.
Heat and a slight dampness greeted me.
I looked up over where Trini's undulating hands kneaded
Kimberly's breasts and saw that Kimberly's head was thrown back and
eyes closed. Her mouth was open, and she was panting shallowly. I was
stunned that she could be so overcome before anyone had even touched her
sex.
My fingers hooked over the top of the girl's drooping panties
and skinned them down another six inches, displaying for the first time
her innocent young pussy. I took several moments to stare; it seemed so
soft and perfect and tender, almost as though it had nothing to do with
the act of love.
I could not resist leaning forward and reverently kissing the
wonderful cleft. My lips pressed firmly against the closed lips just
below the top. Kimberly responded with a high-pitched wail. She jerked
her left leg twice to drop the panties to the floor, then bent that knee
to the side, which further opened her loins to me.
My thumbs returned to her now-bared outer lips and spread them
gently. A glistening pinkness peaked out, and I could smell a rose-like
fragrance of arousal. My face bowed again and my lips pursed to press
between the lips. Her wetness stung my lips and now-emerging tongue. The
tip just barely darted through and circled on the small fleshy spot
between her labia and just below her clitoris.
Kimberly's hips jerked forward again, then contorted from side
to side as though trying to capture my tongue with the pull of her young
tunnel. "Don't tease me, Jason," she pleaded.
Although I frankly was not all that experienced, I figured what
she wanted me to do, and I thrust my tongue forward, sliding it into the
sweet, slick confines of her channel. At the same time, my upper lip
brused against her small bud of passion. She pressed it down against my
mouth and pulled her left leg even further to the side.
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I now swirled my tongue along the sides of her virginal cunt,
then receded and ran it over her clit, which was begging for as much
attention as I could give it. After a moment, her hips rocked up to
bring her pussy back into contact with my mouth, then down again to
resume the pleasuring of her clit. I took that hint too, and continued
with that pattern of licking and sucking up and down her slit. Trini
began murmuring, "That's right, Jason; keeping sucking on her. She loves
it!"
Kimberly's moaning and panting became faster, and I suspected
that she was approaching her own climax. So, I was surprised when she
turned her head back around toward Trini and gasped, "I want to feel him
inside me now; help me..." Hell, didn't I have anything to say about it?
I looked up from where I knelt to see Trini grinning over
Kimberly's shoulder at me, like she would if we somehow had outsmarted
Rita at something. She then dropped to her knees and pulled on
Kimberly's hand to signal that she should join Trini there. My pink
comrade quickly pulled her sopping cunt away from my mouth and knelt in
front of me.
Kimberly braced my face in her hands and smiled broadly. Now she
asked for my permission. "Jason, darling, will you put it in me? I want
to... to ..." She blushed.
"You want to fuck me, is that it?" I grinned at Kimberly's
discomfort at using the word.
Kimberly krinkled her nose at my nastiness. "Yes, you
handsome... prick!" She giggled engagingly. "I want you to ... fuck me
with your big cock. There, I said it. Are you happy, now?"
I took her hand and placed it on my fully erect rod. Her eyes
widened in surprise. "Yes, dear Kimberly, I'm very happy."
Kimberly looked down at the thick pink stalk in her grasp, then
pulled on it hesitantly. I mumbled in appreciation. She stroked more
firmly, then bent over to get a better look at her captive.
Trini's hand appeared at the top of Kimberly's head and tensed,
pushing down. "Go for it, Kim," she whispered. At the next moment, I
felt and delicious wetness cover the end of my cock, and I realized that
Kimberly, the Pink wonder of my dreams and fantasies, had taken my rod
into her sweet, wonderful young mouth.
At first, she only took my cock an inch or too inside her craned
neck. After a moment, though, she hungrily pushed her face forward, and
four or five inches of my cudgel slid inside her innocent maw. She
pumped her mouth up and down me to that depth several times, whilc her
tongue rolled around the thickness of my sex.
Breathlessly, she pulled her mouth off of my and leaned back
against Trini. The darker-haired girl pulled her back to the carpet -
but not, to my mild surprise, onto her back. Rather, Trini guided
Kimberly onto her left side, facing her, then motioned me to lie on my
side behind Kimberly. I scampered to comply, my hard, saliva-wettened
cocktip brushing against the back of Kimberly's thigh. Trini
industriously then lifted Kimberly's right leg behind her knee, raising
it into a bent leg position. She then got onto her own side facing the
two of us, then slid down the carpet until her face was even with our
hips. Trini glanced up at us and smiled. "This way I can help a little."
Trini's slim fingers reached between Kimberly's widespread
thighs and grabbed my cudgel just below it fleshy collar. She then
pulled the tip of my organ against Kimberly's still-soggy cuntlips,
rubbing the girl's clit with my pre-cum drenched cap.
I looked over at Kimberly's face. Her lower lip was clenched
beneath her slight overbit. I sensed it to be a combination of
determination and lust - I could only hope that the latter emotion would
come to the fore more prominently. She then nodded at Trini to signal
her readiness.
I lifted my hips forward, while Trini parted Kimberly's cuntlips
with her thumb and forefinger. After twice being blocked at the entrance
by Kimberly's tightness and my misalignment, I pushed forward again with
my cock collared in the guiding hand of Trini, and suddenly for the
second time in as many minutes felt a new hot wetness slide over and
around my prick. I paused to savor the sensation of the tight embrace of
Kimberly.
Trini then cupped and lifted my balls, and so I pressed forward
again. Kimberly somehow clenched and then relaxed her cunt muscles, and
suddenly I was two-thirds of the way into her. I hesitated only briefly,
withdrew slightly, and then jerked forward once again. Without
obstruction or protest, Kimberly's love channel took me all the way in,
accompanied by a sibilant "Yesssssssss" from my new lover. Trini smiled
with a glazed look in her eye.
I braced my hand on Kimberly's hip and drew back half way, and
slid back into her. The lovely girl's gymnastically-trained loins furled
back to meet me. A pleased "Uh-HUH..." emerged from her throat, and my
apprehensions about hurting the girl disappeared.
I quickened my pace, stroking in and out in measured, random-
length paces. After a minute of interlocked passion, I felt a soft,
gentle rubbing on my balls, and looked down to see Trini's face pressed
up against our joined loins, where she was tonguing my passion-engorged
sacs. Kimberly followed my gaze as we continued our delicious lovemaking
and smiled at the participation of our lovely Asian comrade.
I felt Trini's chin press against my balls, and, suddenly,
Kimberly's face froze in shock and delight and a guttural, "Oh, Goddddd"
spewed forth. I glanced back down at my crotch and saw Trini's tongue
dart over Kimberly's clit just a hairsbreadth away from where my cock
was sliding into Kimberly's cunt. I looked back up at Kimberly to see if
she was shocked at this by-play, but realized immediately that Kimberly
was too transported into an otherwordly land of lust by her girlfriend's
tonguing to worry about possible proprieties.
Kimberly braced herself by placing her right hand on the floor
and rising up onto the ball of her right foot, then vigorously started
churning her slim ass back at me, taking me fully into her hot pussy
with each contortion. The walls of her cavern clenched and grabbed at
me, and I knew I could not last much longer.
Kimberly gasped again and her loins froze in place. My eyes
jetted down to our joined crotches, and I saw that Trini now had sucked
the girl's clit into her hollowed, pursed lips, where she was tugging on
the tender, engorged node.
With an anxious cry of "I'm there!", Kimberly jerked back
against me. I could feel the pulsations of her climaxing young cunt, and
I knew that she was coming. Each contraction teased at my own passion-
abused organ, and I quickly was at the precipice. I cried out, "I'm
there too!"
Trini suddenly darted her face to the opening of Kimberly's cunt
and jerked and pulled on my cock so that the tip rested just barely at
the opening of her pink labia. As I gushed forward my second spending of
seed, Trini slid her tongue over the opening, stopping and redirecting
the torrent that was heading into Kimberly's still orgasming pussy.
Trini then pulled the tip completely out of Kimberly's opening and took
a blast directly into her own open mouth with a clinging jet cascading
across her tongue. She then re-inserted the organ back into Kimberly's
ravaged cunt, and I pushed all the way inside her, where I finished with
two more blasts deep into Kimberly's womb. Kimberly's contractions
continued to hug me while I ended my climax.
Trini's smiling face gazed up at us, unashamed at its white,
gooey covering from the combined juices of Kimberly and me. Kimberly's
gaze alternated between the two of us. She could not suppress her broad
grin....
***************
At this point, the muscular young guy telling me this story in
the bar looked down at his watch and muttered, "Well, that's the story.
I gotta head out for another addition - I'm trying to get a guest shot
as the guy who doesn't get the girl in aRoseanne'. Times can be a little
tough y'know. Thanks for the beer."
With that, he headed toward the door. Just before he went
through it, he turned towards me, gave a jaunty athumbs up signal,
muttered "Morphin time," and disappeared.
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========= Press erotic science fiction anthology *Selling Venus*
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Since nobody wants to post anything new here ... I got this silly story
from alt.sex.stories awhile back ... I didn't write it and I don't know
who the original author is but I think it belongs in this newsgroup.
So if you don't like sex and a little bondage ( and you're a big fan
of paragraphs ) do not download it. I also heard there was a harder
version of this story but I never found it .... d:>
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IN THE PINK
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 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 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. Meanwhile, in Lord Zed's Dimension of Despair: "IDIOTS! Why
can't any of our plans ever succeed 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 baring 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 likes 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 its 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 too 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.
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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 he 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 pink, 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 monkey 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 monkey 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.
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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 him 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 built 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...
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GO GO POWER RANGERS !!!