Abduction of the White Ranger
Written by: Cheryl Roberts

Rating: NC17

Disclaimer: This is a work of adult fiction containing scenes of erotic nature. If you are under the age of consent in your particular jurisdiction, proceed no further. The Power Ranger characters belong to Saban International and are being used without their knowledge or consent. No profit is being made by the author on this story. August 1995

Note: This story takes place between the end of season 2 (Blue Ranger Gone Bad) and the beginning of season 3 (A Friend in Need).

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"How did I get myself into this?" Tommy sighed as Billy helped him with his bow tie. "I'm a martial artists, not a dancer. That's Zack's thing. Man, I wish he was here."

"Zack's thing is hip hop, not ballroom," Billy said, stepping back to study his handiwork. Tommy was fidgeting with his cuffs and waistcoat. With top hat, tie, and tails, Tommy was going to attempt to play Fred Astaire to Kimberly's Ginger Rogers. "Whose idea was it to sign up for the Spring Talent Festival?"

"Okay, so I'm the one who said it'd be kind of fun to put something together," Tommy admitted as he pulled his long brown hair up into its usual ponytail, "but I had a martial arts demonstration in mind. How was I to know Kim would be on a Hollywood Musical kick?"

"Blame her Aunt Karen for that. Let's have a final look at you to make sure you don't look as ridiculous as you're going to feel," Billy remarked, eyeing his companion critically.

"Gee, thanks loads."

"Would you look at Tommy," Rocky said with a low whistle.

"He almost looks like a gentleman," Adam snickered.

"That's enough, you guys," Tommy groaned. "It's bad enough I'm going out there to make a complete fool of myself without having to listen to you two."

"Boy, you sure clean up good," Aisha said as she joined the quartet back stage.

"Where's Kimberly?" Billy wondered.

"Still in the dressing room. Her hair isn't cooperating," Aisha replied. "She's a bundle of nerves."

"It can't be stage fright," Adam reasoned, "after all, she's been through dozens of gymnastic competitions."

"It's not that," Aisha said. "Her father came in from out of town for this, and her Aunt Karen is here too."

"So that explains her heightened emotional state," Billy concluded.

"Guys, if you think Tommy looks good, wait until you see Kim," Aisha bubbled. As if on cue, Kim appeared in the wings; she was trying to fasten her necklace.

"Aisha, could you help me with this thing? I can't get the clasp latched."

The four male members of the team stared at Kim with undisguised admiration. She was dressed in a deep rose ballgown that was dusted with silver sparkles. The form-fitting gown hugged her body until it draped past her hips, where it flared out in a frothy, feather trimmed skirt. The fit of the gown was such that it provided Kim with an ample display of cleavage. Her hair was swept back in a sophisticated bun; the guys found it hard to credit that this was the same young woman who had arrived at the theater in a denim overall jumper and pigtails.

"What do you think?" Kim asked as she spun around for them, modeling the dress. The dress plunged lower in the back than in the front; it was a wonder that the thin spaghetti straps were able to hold it up.

"Wow," Tommy stammered at last. "You look fantastic!"

"You really think so?"

Tommy, still tongue-tied, could only nod. Tommy was suddenly, powerfully reminded just what an attractive young woman Kimberly was. He had called her cute; he had called her beautiful. Her present incarnation went beyond either of those descriptions, but Tommy was reluctant to put words to his reaction. It wasn't that he never thought of Kimberly in terms other than teammate and girlfriend --he did, with growing frequency--but that was in the privacy of his own fantasies.

"Tommy?" Kim queried, perplexed by his prolonged silence.

"Sorry," he mumbled, shaking off the spell which momentarily immobilized him. He realized that Kimberly was staring at him, her brow furrowed. "What's wrong?"

"The hair's all wrong," she remarked thoughtfully. "It's too severe pulled back like that. It needs to be looser, more debonair, more roguish. Here, let me fix it." Kim pulled Tommy down to her level and reached around to remove his ponytail holder. Tommy was treated to an exquisite view of her cleavage. If that wasn't a powerful enough stimulant, Kim was playing with his hair. He closed his eyes and tried to regain control of the heat in his cheeks and in his groin.

"There," Kim declared, releasing him. She had his hair pulled into a low knot so that it hung more loosely about his face.

"Rather like an Eighteenth Century gentleman," Billy observed.

"Tommy, are you blushing?" Aisha blurted out, doing little to hide her smile. Adam and Rocky also bore knowing grins. If Kim had been unaware of what she had done and the effect she was having on Tommy, the others weren't. He wanted to die of embarrassment.

"You guys are up next," Billy interjected, taking a quick peek out on stage.

"Right now, I'd rather face Lord Zedd than the audience," Tommy muttered.
 

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"That can be arranged, White Ranger," Lord Zedd, Master of Evil and would-be emperor of the universe, hissed as he observed the proceedings. His anger manifested itself in a red aura that enveloped his hideous body, which resembled the exposed musculature of a human body; his silver armor was more of an exoskeleton than protection. His silver tipped fingers clenched and unclenched his staff of power. For a change, the lord of darkness was alone. His inept minions were cowering somewhere or another, and his vexatious wife Rita was visiting relatives in another dimension. Zedd was frustrated with his lack of success in defeating the Power Rangers (among other things if he wanted to be honest with himself). His frustration continued to grow as he observed Tommy and Kimberly's meeting backstage at Angel Grove High. Their obvious affection for one another and self-conscious exchange of compliments made his stomach turn.

"There has to be a way to destroy those accursed teenagers," he grumbled. He had tried monsters. He had tried draining their powers. He had tried turning them against each other. Why had Zordon chosen teenagers to be his Power Rangers? Teenagers were too unpredictable, too overconfident, too willful. Adults were more suited to the task ... and it was less humiliating to be beaten repeatedly by adults than by children. What was it that teenagers possessed that adults did not that made them more suited to wield the power?

He watched as Tommy and Kimberly shared a chaste peck on the cheek before taking the stage.

"Bah! A harmless kiss!" Zedd snarled. Once, before his marriage to Rita, Zedd had considered making the Pink Ranger his empress. She had the potential to be beautifully wicked, but Goldar had managed to bungle that mission as he had so many others. "When a woman looks as inviting as Kimberly, one does not merely kiss her. One takes her! But then, hopelessly romantic Tommy wouldn't even know what to do with a woman! Such an innocent..." An idea flickered to life in Zedd's exposed brain. Could that be the key? Innocent of carnal knowledge? It was an idea worth exploring. "Putties, retrieve the White Ranger. On stage, in front of all those people, he won't be able to morph or put up much of a fight. And show a little more ruthlessness than you normally do. I want putties with a little more spine!"
 

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"Just relax, Tommy," Kim whispered as she and Tommy took center stage. "Think of this as if it was a kata, and you'll do just fine." "Dancing Cheek to Cheek" began playing through the sound system. Tommy put his arms around her, finding it a little awkward to place his hands on her bare back.

"Where did you get this dress? It looks absolutely incredible on you," Tommy asked softly. The shimmering, frothy concoction and the way Kim was poured into it were sufficient to distract Tommy from his nerves.

"It was Aunt Karen's; she and Uncle Ted used to be ballroom dancers. That's why I wanted to do this --as a surprise for her. Now, here comes the twirl and dip.... "

Tommy followed Kim's instructions, twirling her about then dipping her low. He drank in the sight of her sparkling eyes and glowing smile, and snuck in a furtive glance at the swell of her breasts. He and Kimberly had been dating for months now, but their relationship seemed not to have progressed much beyond close friendship and light affection. Their hectic lives, dictated by their responsibilities as Power Rangers, left them little time for anything of a more serious nature. Which posed the question: did he want a more serious relationship? Did Kim? Of late, Kimberly had been more demonstrative of her affection; was that her way of indicating that she was wanting more out of their relationship? And what exactly did he mean by "more serious?"

"Hey there, Handsome, where are you?" Kim queried softly. "It's like you're a million miles away."

"Just thinking," he replied, smiling.

"You'd better start paying attention, or you're going to wind up dropping me on my butt," she warned.

Then, Zedd struck. His putties materialized on stage, surrounding Tommy and Kim. Before the dancers knew what was going on, Kim was torn from Tommy's arms and tossed aside. She gave a yelp of surprise and landed as she had just predicted.

"What do you clay brains want this time," Tommy snapped as four of Zedd's minions swarmed over him.

"Let him go!" Kim shouted as she regained her feet. She surged forward to help but was repelled by a solid back-handed swing. The blow caught her in the side of the head.

"Kimberly!" Tommy struggled to break his attackers' grip, to no avail. The five vanished in a flash of light. Before the other four Rangers could come to help, Kim and the remaining two putties also disappeared.
 

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Pandemonium broke loose in the auditorium. Back stage, the four remaining Power Rangers were stunned.

"What happened to them?" Adam gasped.

"Lord Zedd," Billy pronounced grimly.

"What do we do?" Aisha queried.

"We go to the Command Center and see if Zordon can pin point their location," Rocky suggested.

"You three go ahead," Billy directed. "Kim and Tommy's parents were in the audience; they are probably very frightened and in need of comfort and reassurance."

"From Billy or the Blue Ranger?" Aisha wondered.

"I have not made that decision yet. Get going."

Aisha, Rocky, and Adam activated their teleporters and vanished. Billy peered out from behind the curtain. Security was trying to control the panicked crowd. Words of comfort coming from him would mean little to his friends' parents. He activated his communicator.

"Zordon, have you been able to locate Tommy and Kimberly yet?"

"No," Zordon replied. "Alpha can find no trace of them. I fear they are no longer on Earth. If Lord Zedd has transported them to another dimension, they could be anywhere."

"Thanks, Zordon. I will teleport to the Command Center as soon as the Blue Ranger relays this information to Kimberly and Tommy's parents."

"Very good, Billy."

Billy checked to make sure the coast was clear then initiated the morphing sequence. He felt a trifle uncomfortable walking out on stage in uniform, but there was no shirking his duty. Thus far they had managed to keep their dual identities from their parents. It would take a bit of doing to explain away the present situation, considering it had been viewed by an auditorium full of people.

Billy stepped out from behind the curtain as calmly as he could. Mr. Caplan was at the microphone trying to call for order. Billy tapped him on the shoulder and took the microphone out of his hands. He tried to keep the nervousness out of his voice as he addressed the crowd.

"There is no need to panic. The putties are gone, and the Rangers have the situation in hand," he began. "However, would the parents of Kimberly Hart and Tommy Oliver please come to the stage." The crowd was more than a little bit stunned, but they cooperated by opening aisles so that the families could approach unimpeded. Both of Kimberly's parents and her Aunt Karen were there; also, Mr. and Mrs. Oliver were present. Billy directed them backstage.

"Who are you?" Mr. Hart demanded. Billy had never known Kimberly's father very well. He had moved out of state after the divorce and probably wasn't very familiar with the Rangers.

"What happened to Tommy and Kimberly?" Mr. Oliver asked.

"As near as we have been able to determine, they were kidnapped by our arch nemesis, Lord Zedd."

"Why? What are our children to him?" Mrs. Hart spoke up.

"We don't know," Billy fibbed. "Our hypothesis is that he seeks to use them as hostages against us."

"Do you know where he has taken them?" Mrs. Oliver asked.

"Not yet. We suspect he has removed them to either another dimension or his lunar citadel. We do know for a fact that they aren't on Earth."

"Not on Earth?" Kim's aunt murmured. All of the adults wore expressions of shock and disbelief. Billy couldn't blame them; once upon a time, he wouldn't have believed such nonsense either. "I promise you all, we will do everything in our powers to bring Kimberly and Tommy home safely." There was nothing else to add, so Billy teleported, disappearing in a flash of blue light.
 

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Tommy reappeared in Lord Zedd's throne room. The putties dumped him in an undignified heap on the floor. After a moment's disorientation, Tommy got to his feet and assumed a defensive stance. He was seemingly alone in the chamber.

"All right, Zedd, what's the big idea?" Tommy demanded. He reached for his communicator, but the device flew from his wrist as if pulled off by a giant magnet. The same happened when he went for his Morpher.

"Welcome to my humble fortress, White Ranger," Zedd sneered as he stepped forward. He leveled his staff at Tommy and hit him with an energy blast that flung him across the chamber. "So nice of you to pay me a visit."

"What do you want, Zedd?" Tommy glowered as he picked himself up, preparatory to striking out.

"Your cooperation. I'm conducting a little experiment, and I needed a suitable guinea pig."

"I thought that's what you had Goldar for."

"Insolent human, you shall pay for that!" In lumbered Zedd's chief lackey --a blue furred simian dressed in gold armor and sporting a pair of wings.

"Later, Goldar, when he has served his purpose."

"Yes, master."

"What makes you think I'll go along with whatever it is you have in mind?"

"I can be very persuasive; Goldar, fetch in my other guest." Goldar returned a few moments later with an unconscious Kimberly limply draped over his arms.

"What have you done to her!"

"Nothing --yet."

"Goldar, get away from her or...." Tommy threatened.

"You'll do nothing, White Ranger," Zedd declared. "For the moment, your pathetic little girlfriend merely sleeps. Make the slightest move and Goldar will snap her neck." Zedd gestured, and Goldar hoisted Kim up by her neck. Seeing her ragdoll-like body dangling from Goldar's massive paw made Tommy break out in a cold sweat. He relaxed his stance only slightly. Zedd's previous attempts to destroy them had been farcical, almost unreal with all the putties and bizarre monsters. The present danger to Kimberly was more immediate and real than Tommy was used to in dealing with Zedd.

"Kimberly's continued well being depends entirely on you. Try to escape, try to contact your friends, try to resist, and she dies --regardless of my plans for her."

"What are you going to do to her?"

"You'll see soon enough. What's it going to be, Tommy? Does she live, or does she die now?"

"Why should I trust you? You want us all dead anyway."

"True, but all in good time. There are still four more of you Power Brats out there. Not only will you be my guinea pig, you're my bait."

"We'll never do you bidding," Tommy said defiantly. Zedd was bluffing. He had to be. If he called Zedd's bluff --stalled for time, he would be able to come up with a way to get them both out of this mess.

"Very well. Goldar.... " The armor encased fingers began to contract, and Tommy realized that there was no way he could reach Goldar before Kimberly's neck snapped.

"Stop it! All right, Zedd; what do you want me to do?" Tommy asked, surrendering. He held on to the hope that Zedd really did want them alive for some purpose or another. As long as they were alive there was a chance that the others would be able to help them get free.

"For the moment, stay where you are and enjoy the show," Zedd rumbled, sounding very pleased. "Goldar, remove the Pink Ranger's Morpher and communicator. Oh, and while you're at it, remove her clothes too."

"With pleasure, master," Goldar replied gleefully.

"Zedd...." Tommy began ominously, but he remained immobile as Zedd raised his hand to signal Goldar to break Kim's neck. Zedd approached Tommy and stood next to him as he motioned for Goldar to proceed. Seething, Tommy tried not to watch, out of respect for Kim, but Zedd forced his face forward, and curiosity kept his eyes open. With one, swift movement, Goldar shredded Kimberly's gown, leaving her in her undergarments. Tommy felt his pulse quicken, and he chided himself for his reaction.

Chill out, man. So she's in her underwear; no big deal. You've seen her run around in leotards and swimsuits before, and they left about as much to the imagination as what she's wearing now. But leotards and swimsuits were stuff she wore for everyone to see. He had always wondered what sort of underwear Kim favored; when he mentally undressed her, he tended to picture her in something lacy and feminine. She was wearing a lacy, long line bra and matching lace panties (although he had expected her to be wearing pink instead of white); what he hadn't expected were the garter belt and stockings. Combined with her white strap sandals, he found the picture rather exciting.

"Very nice," Zedd commented, completely destroying Tommy's reverie. Goldar handed over Kim's communicator and Morpher. "Put this around her neck." Zedd showed Tommy the silver band. "This little collar carries enough explosives to blow your precious pink princess to bits if you get out of line."

"It is done, master," Goldar reported.

"Good. Now to secure our other guest." Zedd summoned a pair of putties who came forward with the restraints. They consisted of a control grid set on a narrow, almost transparent belt, to which were fastened wrist manacles of the same material. "Be a good little Ranger and put these on." Zedd commanded, handing the shackles to Tommy. Tommy's eyes flashed with anger, and he was just about to refuse when he caught a glimpse of Kimberly still in Goldar's grasp. Gritting his teeth, he buckled the belt around his waist and fastened on the first of the wrist restraints. The putties secured his other arm. Once the binders were in place, Zedd activated the mechanism with a staggering blast from his staff.

"Go ahead, Tommy, take a moment to test your restraints. Don't worry; Kimberly will not be harmed during your test."

Still suspicious, Tommy did as Zedd directed. He tried to strain against the manacles, but an electrical shock jolted through him, causing him to drop to his knees.

"The belt produces an energy field; any pressure exerted against the field creates the charge. Try to break free of the cuffs or try to pull the belt apart, and you run the risk of frying yourself. Oh, the longer the pressure is maintained, the more intense the blast. The unit is capable of creating a charge sufficient to kill most humans."

"Let's get on with this, Zedd," Tommy said tiredly, continuing to glare at his captor.

"Very well. Goldar, leave Kimberly for the moment. It's time to put our subject's cooperation to the test. Since you haven't fouled anything up yet and I'm in a generous mood, you may have a little fun with our guest=2E I assure you, he'll give you no trouble."

"Thank you, master!" Goldar simpered. He lumbered over to Tommy, grinning wickedly. "I have waited for this for a long time." He reached out and slammed his fist into Tommy's stomach, careful not to disrupt the belt's control grid. Tommy took the blow and flew backwards with the impact, t= he air knocked out of him. As he tried to recover, Goldar continued to advance.

While Goldar was pummeling Tommy, Zedd reversed the effects of the sleep spell that held Kimberly in thrall. He said nothing, but stood back to see what the Pink Ranger would do.

Kim's eyes flickered open. She had no idea where she was; she wasn't even aware that her equipment and clothing were missing. The first thing she was cognizant of was Goldar's hulking form. He wasn't paying any attention to her; then she saw why as Goldar threw Tommy against the wall on the far side of the chamber. Tommy landed hard and didn't move. Furious, Kim launched herself into a series of handsprings, flinging herself at Goldar. She caught him with a double kick in the back of his knees that sent him crashing to the floor. Kim quickly interposed herself between Tommy and Goldar.

"Touch him again and I'll feed you your toe nails," she threatened. Goldar rumbled menacingly as he climbed to his feet, but Zedd prevented him from lashing out at Kimberly. Kimberly took the opportunity to check on Tommy, who was laying frighteningly still on the floor. "Tommy?"

"Do not concern yourself with the White Ranger; rather, be concerned for yourself, my pathetic Pink Power Brat.

"Don't you dare touch him again," Kim threatened, glaring up at Zedd, daring him to cross her. The thought of Zedd hurting Tommy yet again was more than she could stand. Tommy had already suffered enough at Zedd and Rita's hands, from having his mind messed with, losing his powers, and being forced to fight an evil version of himself. Somehow, he had managed to survive; Kim had sworn a long time ago not to let them get their hooks into Tommy ever again. "I won't let you hurt him any more, Zedd."

"Oh, but I will hurt him. And you. But that's for later. For the moment, Tommy's continued existence is in your hands."

"What do you mean?"

"Cooperate and he continues to live; do not and he dies."

"What kind of fool do you take me for?"

"A love sick fool. Goldar...."

Zedd's winged minion came forward and dealt a blow to Tommy's restraints. The energy field flared, and Tommy moaned in pain. Then he struck Tommy another debilitating blow.

"Goldar, stop it!" Kim shouted as she tried to pull Goldar away from Tommy. Goldar merely tossed her aside.

"Zedd, stop him," Kim pleaded. "What do you want me to do?"

"Submit to my spell freely and join my ranks of evil."

"And you'll leave Tommy alone?"

"I swear by all the evil in the universe that Tommy's life shall be in your hands. As long as you do my bidding, he will continue to live."

Kim bit her lower lip as she looked from Zedd to Tommy. Zedd motioned Goldar away. Kim gingerly probed Tommy's injuries and inspected his restraints. In addition to the contusions produced by Goldar, he had burns from the energy flares. His moan of pain brought tears to her eyes.

"Don't worry, Tommy; I won't let Zedd hurt you any more," she whispered, brushing his cheek with her lips. At that, Tommy's eyelids fluttered open.

"Kim?" he murmured weakly, but she didn't hear him.

"All right, Zedd; you win. Let me have it."

"Kimberly ... no!" Tommy protested.

Kim screamed as black fingers of lightning caressed and penetrated her body. The coruscating energies enveloped her in a whirlwind. To her credit, she remained standing throughout the painful transformation.

"Ha, Goldar! This is perfectly delicious! My spell won't make Kimberly evil, but it will magnify the darkness hidden in her sweet little soul until it consumes her. It shall be interesting to see what secrets she has kept locked away behind that innocent facade."

Tommy could not hear Zedd's gloating; his attention was wholly on the swirling blackness that obliterated his view of Kim's petite frame. Suddenly, the mist began to dissipate, revealing her transformation. The darkness wafted upwards, uncovering black leather boots with impossibly spiked heels, legs enclosed in black mesh stockings. The cloud continued rising, revealing a black leather mini-skirt that just barely covered her when she raised her hands to fan the rest of the mist away. Kimberly turned towards Tommy, flashing him a fuchsia bustier that showed off her cleavage even more than her gown had. The ensemble was topped off with a leather jacket. Her hair was teased out and her sweet features were highlighted with provocative make-up.

Kim stretched sensuously, and when she opened her eyes she fixed Tommy with a smoldering gaze. She licked her blood red lips oh-so-slowly, a move that brought a lump to his throat and to his groin in spite of his pain.

"Kimberly?" he gasped. He watched, fascinated, aroused and pained as Kim strutted about, her every move exuding a sensuality he never knew she possessed.

"This is an unexpected development. Who knew the Pink Ranger was such a wanton at heart," Zedd cackled.

"You'll find that there was more to sweet little Kimberly than you ever dreamed," Kim purred as she approached Zedd. Her voice was deeper, a throaty contralto that caressed the ears, yet there was a hardness to it, a haughtiness as well. If Zedd expected her to bow to him, he was in for a rude surprise.

"Is Tommy's life still mine as you promised?" she demanded, glancing back over her shoulder, hunger dancing in her eyes.

"You may do with him as you wish, except release him. He is not to leave this citadel --alive."

"I have no intention of letting him go." Kim sauntered back over to Tommy. She knelt beside him and caught his chin in her hands. She gazed deep into his brown eyes.

Tommy said nothing; he didn't trust his voice as her scarlet tipped fingers combed through his hair.

"So beautiful," she murmured as she ran her hands across his shoulders and down his chest. She continued to feel him up, her hand sliding down his hips, around to stroke his buttocks, and back to gently squeeze his noticeable hard-on.

"I see you like the new me," she teased.

Tommy bit his lip and wanted to die of embarrassment because her fingers were only making his appreciation more pronounced. He felt the heat in his cheeks, which deepened at Kim's laughter.

"Don't be embarrassed," she cooed into his ear. "I'm glad I turn you on. I've always wanted to, you know. Oh, don't look so shocked, Tommy. You can't imagine the fantasies I've had about you ... about what you'd look like if I were to peel away that deliciously wicked Spandex uniform ... mm!" Tommy's response was an inarticulate groan. Kim favored him with a predatory grin then turned her attention to Goldar, who hovered close by.

"Touch him again, you winged maggot, and I'll cut your heart out," Kim hissed. As if to prove her point, she filched a dagger from Goldar's weapon's belt and held the point under his chin. "Zedd gave Tommy to me. I have plans for Mr. Oliver, and I don't want him damaged any more than he already is."

"I do not take orders from females," Goldar growled.

"Didn't you used to be Rita's chief bootlicker?" Kim leered. Goldar drew back as if to strike her.

"Let her have her way for now," Zedd commanded. "It will be interesting to see what our Pink Power Slut has in mind for her sweetheart."
 

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Day One:

Tommy passed a fitful night chained to a post in a cell in the lowest echelon of Zedd's palace. How could he sleep after what had happened the previous day? Part of him hoped that it was nothing but a horrible dream. After Goldar had used him for a punching bag, he had come to just as Kimberly let Zedd cast a spell on her. Why had she done that? And what the spell had done to her...! He had to break through the spell somehow, get her to remember herself before ... before what? Kim had made it clear that she did not intend to kill him, but he had found the hungry look in her eye as she said she had plans for him unsettling. A chill passed through him. It was going to be difficult to keep his mind on figuring out a way to escape --not with his jailer looking the way she did.

"Good morning, Sleeping Beauty; rise and shine!"

Before he could open his eyes, Tommy felt a mouth pressed to his. It was a fierce kiss--a hot, passionate kiss that drew the breath from his body and left him gasping for more.

"Mm, you are gorgeous!"

Tommy recognized the throaty purr --just barely; he opened his eyes and looked at Kimberly. Hot scarcely began to describe her. Tommy felt his body responding as he gazed at his leather-clad girlfriend. It was Kim from his wildest fantasies, but there was no sweetness in her face, no warmth in her smile. Her grin flashed hunger; her eyes shone with lust. She was a sexual predator on the prowl, a veritable walking wet dream. Kimberly reached up to run her fingers through his hair and pressed her hot body against his, grinding her hips into his. Tommy felt the blood rush to his face and cock.

"Kimberly, stop this," Tommy entreated. "Fight the enchantment; shake off Zedd's spell. You don't want to do this!"

"Oh, but I do," Kim assured him, smiling wickedly as she continued to toy with his hair. She stood on tiptoe to lick his ear. A shiver that had nothing to do with cold raced down Tommy's spine. "Have you any idea how many times I've dreamed of you --of seeing your naked body, of touching you ... tasting you ... and you doing the same to me? Can you imagine how often I've dreamed of feeling your cock sliding in and out of my hot, wet pussy only to wake up and discover my fingers slick with my own come? My hormones have been in an uproar ever since I laid eyes on you."

"This isn't you talking, Kim; it's Zedd's spell," Tommy insisted, more for his benefit than hers. How many times had he imagined the same things about her?

"But it is me talking," Kimberly said with a low chuckle.

"I won't believe it. I refuse!" He tried to close his eyes and turn his head away. Kim grasped his chin and held his head in place. With infinite slowness, she traced the outline of his lips with her tongue. Tommy clenched his teeth behind his lips.

"Poor little Tommy, your sweet, innocent girlfriend isn't the nice girl you thought she was," Kim teased him, "and considering the rampant state of your cock, I'd say you weren't the gentleman I always thought you were." She tried to French kiss him; he refused to open his mouth, so she bit his lip. When Tommy gasped in pain, she slipped her tongue into his mouth. Then she stepped back to study him.

"You have too many clothes on," Kim decided suddenly. "Putties, front and center!" Tommy hadn't noticed the sextet waiting in the shadows behind Kimberly. She gestured and two putties stationed themselves on each of his arms.

"What are you going to do?" Tommy demanded. Kim's smile sent shivers down his spine and a jolt through his cock.

"Anything I damn well please," she said with a wicked laugh. "Unchain him and separate the manacles --for now." The putties hesitated for a fraction of a second; the prisoner was not supposed to be released, but Zedd had instructed them to obey this woman. However, their handling of Tommy was anything but delicate. In their efforts to release the manacles, they put pressure on the force field. A serious surge of energy painfully ripped through Tommy's body.

"Careful! I don't like my meat overdone," Kim chided them with glee. "Strip him, but slowly. I want to enjoy this."

The two remaining putties came forward, and while the other four held Tommy in check, they carried out Kim's orders. The first one jerked the tattered tuxedo jacket off Tommy. The second pulled off his tie and waistcoat. Tommy began struggling, disrupting the force field; the energy forced him to his knees.

"Naughty, naughty, Tommy," Kim tsked as she stood with one hand on her hip and the other playing with the silver choker around her neck. The movement made Tommy's blood run cold as he recalled what Zedd had told him about that piece of jewelry.

Next, a puttie pulled the shirt off Tommy's shoulders and down his arms. The other literally ripped the tank top underneath off his body. Kim stepped forward at this point and placed her hands on his chest. Tommy observed that her breasts rose and fell with her heavy breathing, and her eyes were alive with a lascivious fire.

"Mm!" she murmured as she pressed her cheek to his pectorals. Her eyes closed momentarily, and it appeared that she was listening to the beat of his heart. "You should go topless more often." As Tommy was still on his knees, Kim grabbed a handful of hair and yanked his head back. She ravenously attacked his mouth, forcing her tongue into an erotic dance with his.

"Don't...." Tommy protested weakly. Kim merely smiled as she commanded the putties to hoist him to his feet. Seconds later, Tommy's pants were down around his ankles.

"Briefs, how boring," Kim pouted, then she burst into giggles. "My, what an interesting bulge." She stepped forward again and cupped his crotch.

The heat burned in Tommy's cheeks as he bit back a moan. What was that saying? Be careful what you wish for. In a way, this was like a dream come true; he had envisioned stripping Kim --she doing the same to him-- and exploring her body. He should have been elated. Yes, he wanted Kim, but not like this, imprisoned in Zedd's citadel surrounded by putties. Tommy had no doubt that Zedd was somewhere watching. The thought was unbearable. Even worse, as humiliating as Kim's treatment of him was, part of Tommy couldn't help but enjoy Kim's attentions --her kisses, her hands on his body....

"You're enjoying this almost as much as you hate it, aren't you," she whispered in his ear, her hand continuing to fondle his balls and squeeze his shaft through his cotton shorts. Tommy fought to keep his expression impassive. "I can see it in your eyes. Well, Sexy, the fun has only just begun." Kim slid herself down Tommy's body until her face was level with his cock. She nipped at it playfully through his underwear, then, licking her lips hungrily, she caught the waistband in her teeth. Tommy held his breath and closed his eyes as she peeled away his last piece of clothing. His cock sprang free, almost at full stand.

"Oh my...." Kim gasped breathlessly. In spite of himself, Tommy opened his eyes and looked down at her. Kim's eyes were wide with amazement and delight. She seemed almost mesmerized as she reached a hand toward his throbbing rod. Perversely, he found her reaction gratifying, and as her fingers lightly brushed his cock (it was the first time anyone other than himself had ever touched it), it took every ounce of his self control to keep from coming. Kim continued running her hand up and down the length of him. She planted a kiss on the head, then proceeded to caress her face with his tool. It seemed to Tommy that it was an effort on her part to tear herself away. Her face was flushed, and her fingers absently traced the outline of her cleavage, which Tommy found compelling.

"Put the extension on his manacles and strap him to the table," Kim ordered, her voice thick and unsteady. The putties quickly fastened thin cords to his shackles, which were then connected to the control belt. Tommy put up a token resistance, but he was all but dragged across the chamber. He was thrown down onto the cold slab (which helped cool his need somewhat) and was shackled spread-eagle. Once he was secured, Kim prowled around him like a tigress. She drew her finger down his body.

"I can hardly wait to start on you," she said breathlessly. She then traced her tongue along the same route that her finger had followed. Tommy tried to squirm away from her touch. "Oh, don't worry, Tommy; I'm not a complete whore."

"What do you mean by that?" he asked hoarsely.

"I won't take what you aren't willing to give," she replied. She sat down near his head and toyed with his hair. "Quite simply, I'm going to break you --your proud spirit-- and tame your equally proud cock. When I'm through with you, you'll be begging me to fuck you. You'll be begging to serve as my sex slave." The horror he felt at her words must have shown in his eyes because Kimberly began laughing cruelly.

"First things first. I'm going to indulge my curiosity. I want to know this incredible body of yours. I want to know what causes you pleasure. I want to know what causes you pain. When I'm done with you, you'll be like putty in my hands."
 

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"This is too perfect, Goldar," Zedd gloated as he watched Kim begin her assault on Tommy. Kimberly's exquisite torture was painstaking in its detail. She began by slowly licking her way down his body, starting at his ears. It thrilled Zedd to watch as her mouth devoured her companion's body and her fingers caressed and pinched. Tommy's skin glistened where Kim's tongue left a trail of wetness. As for Tommy, his tortured expression wavered between agony and ecstasy. No, Zedd mused, events could not have proceeded any better had this been his intent from the outset. "Neither of them realizes that Kimberly's actions are driven less by my spell than by her own dark hungers; watching her makes me wish my plan to make her my empress had succeeded. And Tommy ... you can see the conflict in his face and in every taut muscle in his body: anger, humiliation, and pleasure! He can't help but enjoy what Kimberly is doing to him even though he's fighting it with every fiber of his being. Look at him; this is destroying Tommy!"

"Yes, it will be interesting to see who wins the contest of wills," Goldar agreed.

"With Kimberly being so delightfully lascivious, I have no doubt that she will win out. After she does, I will remove the spell on her, and then we can revel in her self-loathing. Two down, Goldar, and four to go."
 

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Day Two:

"Good morning, Sleeping Beauty; rise and shine!" A cruel kiss accompanied the words, and Tommy slowly found himself coming around. Every nerve ending in his body was alight with the exquisite torture he had undergone the day before. Kim had touched, licked, kissed, tickled and otherwise explored every inch of his body, uncovering the fact that Tommy was highly responsive to erotic stimulation --much more than he ever dreamed. She had tantalized and drawn responses from places he never imagined would respond, and he had fought her, every step of the way. His muscles screamed with the pain of being so tightly clenched. His balls ached with the need to come.

It had taken every ounce of martial arts training he had to control his body. When she wasn't bringing him to the brink of orgasm and leaving him high and dry, he was fighting his own urge to come. He had to. It was what Kim wanted him to do, and he refused to give her the satisfaction because it would mean giving Zedd satisfaction. Oh, but how he wanted to shoot his load down her throat, all over her face and tits --he wanted to watch her swallow everything he had to give. He had come close to losing it. He hadn't realized that his nipples were so sensitive or that he liked having his throat licked so much, and the way she played with his hair ...! The worst had been the first blow job she gave him. The feel of her soft lips and warm, wet mouth enveloping and caressing his aching cock had nearly been too much. She had given him several blowjobs yesterday; each successive oral massage had been better than the last. Kim learned quickly and was becoming a first-rate cocksucker.

That's right, make jokes about it. Do whatever you can to keep from giving in. Just remember that once you and Kimberly are free, Zedd will get his!

Even as he reaffirmed his vow, he felt the velvety warmth of Kim's mouth descend upon his raging hard-on, taking him as far down her throat as she could. As her head bobbed up and down, her hair tickled his balls. Before he could repress it, a moan slipped out.

"I love sucking your cock," Kim murmured as she licked him like an ice cream cone. "I can't wait to taste your come!"

Tommy couldn't look at her; his resistance would weaken if he saw her expression of lust and self-satisfaction. She was sexier than he had ever imagined. Watching her face as she consumed him in her animal hunger could turn his knees to jelly; watching her touch herself ... that fired his hormones almost as much as her mouth on his cock. Tommy felt certain she wasn't really aware she was doing anything; she only did it when she was distracted, when contemplating her next move. Sometimes she would only chew on her pinky. Other times she would let her fingers wander down her cheek, throat, and chest. Once he glimpsed her absently stroking her right nipple through her satin bustier. On that occasion, he came very close to begging her to do more; that he should be so turned on by watching her playing with herself blew his mind.

"Still holding back? I didn't think a young stud like you would have that much restraint," she taunted him. "Most other seventeen year olds would have blown their wad a long time ago." Tommy refused to take her bait. "Oh well, I guess that means we get to play our little game for a while longer. Okay, putties, flip him over."

Tommy was unprepared for that, so he didn't put up much of a fight. He was swiftly unchained, rolled onto his stomach and restrained once again. Kim walked around and crouched before him; she carried a bowl of --something. Tommy eyed it warily.

"First, I thought we'd do breakfast; you have to keep up your strength, you know," she said. "We can either do this the easy way, or I can have the putties force feed you like they did last night. Which is it?" She brandished the spoon and waited.

As humiliating as being fed was, it was preferable to being made to eat like a dog or having the food forced down his throat.

"I'll cooperate," he said grudgingly.

"Good boy, you're learning." Tommy found the mush tasteless, cold and lumpy; he almost would have rather starved, but if he wanted to try to escape, he would need his strength. Surprisingly, Kim did not speak as she fed him. Her mind seemed to be some place else; however, as soon as the mundane task was finished, her eyes flared with desire.

"Would you like to know what I'm going to do to you today?" she queried impishly.

"Does it matter?" he asked tiredly, in spite of his resolve not to give her any openings.

"Aw, don't be such a spoil sport. I thought that since I spent so much time yesterday getting to know your front half that I should spend today getting to know the rest of you. I even brought along some toys." That filled Tommy with trepidation, but Kim did not show him what the toys were. She positioned his head at the edge of the table and then crawled up next to him. She straddled his bottom and made herself comfortable.

"I love your hair. Mm, it's so sexy!" Kim murmured as she slid her hands up his back. She gathered up his hair and splayed it out across his shoulders, then she buried her face in his long brown locks and inhaled deeply. She played with it for several minutes --drawing it up, making braids, combing it out with her fingers. Then she pulled up the first of her toys: a hairbrush. It was not something Tommy had expected. With long, slow strokes she brushed his hair out, and Tommy felt himself melting, some of the tension easing from his muscles. Man, but it felt good!

For the longest time Kim did nothing but brush, and Tommy felt himself getting drowsy. Then, she rolled the brush down his back, which felt pretty good too. Kim moved his hair out of the way and began kneading his shoulders, easing the tension there. Tommy didn't want to relax, but he couldn't help it. It was difficult to maintain such a defense for so long, and she presently wasn't doing anything in particular to arouse him. It was so easy to surrender for the moment. Kim's hands soothed his aching muscles, working out the kinks in his shoulders and arms. As she continued down his back, a mellow warmth suffused Tommy; he would have to remember to ask Kim for a back rub sometime after they got out of this mess.

Kim stretched herself out across Tommy's back and nuzzled her face at the base of his neck. As her tongue danced across his backbone, sweet fire shot through Tommy's body, rejuvenating his cock and putting him back on alert. Kim slid back over his buttocks and knelt between his spread legs as she licked her way to the small of his back. Her tongue bath ceased when she reached the indentation at the base of his spine and beginning of his buttocks. She practically purred as she glossed her hands over his bottom, delighting in the baby-fine hair that covered his ass. To Tommy's amazement, Kim reached under him and forced him onto his knees; she pressed his head down so that his backside was stuck up in the air.

"You do have a gorgeous ass," she sighed, continuing to run her hands over the smooth, rounded globes. She nuzzled cheek to cheek, and Tommy felt the explosion of her hot, heavy breathing against his backside. A moan threatened to slip out as she began kissing and licking his ass, but he bit it back. Kim drew her fingernail down the crack of his ass; the sensation was so unexpectedly powerful that Tommy couldn't help but moving his hips --much to Kimberly's delight.

"You like that?" she queried with relish, slipping her finger down between his cheeks a second time. This time, he tried to fight the telling movement. Her finger continued to probe, finding and swirling about the corrugated rim of his asshole. Tommy gripped the corners of the table until his knuckles turned white. Kim blew softly up the channel of his behind, and Tommy's body shivered. He couldn't see it, but Kim smiled predatorily before she dipped in closer. She grabbed his buttocks, and drew her tongue up the length of his crack. Tommy whimpered and bit his lip. Spurred by his response, Kim concentrated her tongue on his hole, licking the outside thoroughly then pushing into the opening. Tommy's body went rigid as the sensation tore through him like a lightning bolt of pleasure. Kim removed her tongue and slowly inserted the tip of her finger. There was no holding back Tommy's gasp this time.

"No more! Stop it! Please, stop!" Tommy screamed in the privacy of his mind as her finger worked its way in and out of his bottom. He couldn't believe she was doing this to him! He couldn't believe it felt so good; he almost couldn't stand it. His body shook with the tremors that radiated from his anus. He was frantic to escape from her finger, when suddenly, she pulled it out, leaving him gasping with relief. Kim continued to pet and stroke his bottom, almost as if to soothe him; he wouldn't be lulled into a false sense of security again.

"If you thought my finger fucking your ass felt good ...." she murmured with mock sweetness. Then, Tommy heard a humming sound and felt the kiss of cold metal on his burning ass.

"No! No! No! NO!"
 

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"What did Zordon have to report?" Aisha asked as Billy returned to the park. The four of them had been on constant alert since Tommy and Kimberly's abduction Saturday night.

"Still nothing to report," Billy answered. "Zordon and Alpha have scanned all of Zedd's known dimensional hiding places; they even tried a few that normally they wouldn't have considered --I guess they're too nasty, even for Zedd."

"They couldn't have just disappeared off the face of the universe!" Aisha's frustration exploded.

"He probably has them in a shielded location," Adam said.

"He no doubt took their Morphers and communicators to make it harder for us to track them," Rocky added.

"Zordon also recommended I contact Jason, Zack, and Trini at the peace conference and put them on alert," Billy continued.

"What good will that do?" Aisha wondered.

"It gives us another set of eyes and ears," Rocky said.

"And back up if Zedd should attack," Adam concluded.

"It's up to Tommy and Kimberly to contact us," Billy added. "They are both clever and resourceful. They will find a way to let us know where they are."
 

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Day Three:

"Damn you, Tommy!" Kim raged as she stormed away from the table in pure frustration. Once again, his control over his body had proven stronger than her exquisite tortures. Tommy released an inaudible sigh of relief. If she had kept up the tongue bath she had been giving his cock, he would have lost it. She wasn't playing any longer --bringing him to the brink of orgasm then pulling back; she was seriously trying to jerk him off now.

Tommy had noticed something different in Kim's behavior from the very beginning of their session. She had started off with the usual "Sleeping Beauty" and kiss routine, but when he looked at her, she looked rather haggard, like she hadn't slept at all. He could sympathize with that; his dreams had been so erratic and erotic that he had had a hard time getting any rest. Day two had been a particularly draining day. Tommy shuddered with excitement and revulsion at the memory of his session with the vibrator. That had been only the first of what turned out to be an afternoon of kinky games that often bordered on the sadistic. Apparently, the session had left Kim dissatisfied, for she left Tommy earlier than usual. He all but sobbed with relief when she left him alone in his cell. Tommy supposed that he could take some comfort in the fact that Kim, even at her darkest, wasn't into S & M.

"What is it going to take to break you?" Kim continued to vent. She was literally shaking.

"More than you have to offer," he shot back. It was difficult backing down from the edge; his balls ached with the need for relief.

"Oh? This body still arouses you, doesn't it?" Kim asked as she pirouetted for him. She smoothed her hands down her sides and hips, posing for him alluringly. She then ran her hand up over her chest and into her hair. Tommy didn't bother to hold back his moan of appreciation.

"You know it does," he answered tiredly. He had to keep her talking to buy himself more of a respite and marshal himself for the next round. "I didn't fall in love with you for just your body; I fell in love with you because you were a beautiful person inside as well as out. Without that inner beauty, what's the attraction?"

"What a disgustingly noble sentiment," Kim sneered as she walked back to the table. "However, the spirit may be unwilling, but the flesh is weak."

"Goldar once thought the same things --when I first lost my Green Ranger powers; he didn't break me then. You won't break me now," he declared with more bravado than confidence.

"We shall see," Kim promised as she leaned over him.

She started in on his earlobe, licking and nibbling. Tommy steeled himself for the tongue bath as her mouth found his collarbone. He wished she had left his arms extended; Kim had secured him with his arms fastened to the control belt. Tommy guessed that she figured out that he was able to better brace himself against the table that way, but it also helped distract him from her games when his muscles ached so badly.

As Kimberly nibbled her way down his neck, Tommy became aware that Kim was straddling his hand, and she seemed completely unaware of it. The first thing he realized was that she wasn't wearing any underwear, which sent the hormones racing straight for his groin. The next thing that registered was the heat and wetness exuding from her. Tommy hadn't considered Kim's reactions to his tortures; she had seemed impervious, except for those few occasions when she touched herself. He had glimpsed her erect nipples before, too. If Kim was as horny as he was and just as unfulfilled ... no wonder she was so frustrated and short tempered. Why wouldn't she just masturbate? Unless she was saving herself for when she finally broke him ...?

It wasn't a conscious decision on his part; perhaps it was simply desperation, but Tommy reached out with his fingers until they lightly brushed Kim's pussy. Tommy forced himself to take a deep breath and remain calm; the thought that he had his hand up Kim's skirt was intoxicating. She was busy chewing on his other ear and seemed not to notice, but her hips shifted allowing his fingers greater access. Tommy was momentarily at a loss; he wasn't quite sure what to do. He began exploring, running his fingers around the fleshy labia in search of her clitoris (he knew enough to look for it). He finally slipped his finger over a hard knob of flesh; Kim's hips gave a telling jerk, and Tommy reasoned he must have hit the spot. He began to gently massage the swollen button. Kim's hips spasmed more noticeably, and she finally looked up from where she was savaging his mouth.

"What are you doing?" she stammered, moaning deep in her throat. Her eyes were wide with surprise, almost fear, but she didn't back away.

Tommy didn't answer. He continued to finger her and watch with obvious interest. Kim had closed her eyes. One hand braced her against his body and the other reached up to squeeze her left breast. Her moans crescendoed. Her hips began rocking against his finger as much as his finger stroked her. A flush filled her face, and she bit her lip. Her breath was coming out in short pants. She threw her head back as the muscles in her body began to contract. Her grip on his shoulder was surprisingly --almost painfully-- strong. Tommy was so engrossed in watching her that he almost forgot to breathe.

"T-Tommy ...!" she gasped, sounding so much like her true self that Tommy nearly stopped what he was doing. Kim's eyes suddenly snapped open, and she screamed as her orgasm hit. Her hips bucked, and her body shook so violently it reminded Tommy of an epileptic seizure. Kim's climax was so intense, that when it ebbed, she collapsed on top of him as if in a faint. Even while senseless, Kim's body continued to shudder in the aftermath of her pleasure. Tommy felt her perspiration trickle onto his chest, and his fingers were sticky with her warm juices. The experience was so powerful that he all but came himself. He felt pleased with himself for having given her such an intense orgasm.

Kim stirred at last. Her eyes were less glazed than they had been prior to her release. For a moment she looked disoriented; her brow furrowed in a familiar fashion. Briefly, Tommy dared to hope that the spell was broken, but then the darkness returned. Her eyes flashed with angry fire.

"Damn you, what did you do to me?" she shouted between clenched teeth. She slapped him soundly. "Now what am I...?!" Too furious to speak, Kim turned and strode out of the cell, pausing only to bark at the puttie sentinel, "Chain him to the post. Let's see how he feels after a night on his feet."
 

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"Yes ... oh, Tommy ... I ... no! No more! No!"

Kimberly woke with that cry, bathed in sweat. Every nerve in her body was on fire; her skin still tingled with phantom caresses. The wet sheet beneath her bespoke the power of her orgasm. She sat up and looked around, experiencing a moment of panic. Where was she? She was naked in a strange bed. What had happened to her? She buried her head in her hands and tried to think, but all she could come up with was an impenetrable black curtain. The last thing she recalled before waking up was Zedd blasting her with his magic and ... Tommy! Where was Tommy? What was going on? She looked around her chamber frantically. Her eyes fell on a shimmering orb of light, and she had the distinct impression of being watched. She scowled at the globe.

"Stupid dream," she muttered as she leaned over the edge of her bed to retrieve her discarded sheet. She surreptitiously wiped her sticky fingers on the cover. She wanted to die of embarrassment; she had been masturbating in her sleep, and someone had watched the whole thing! She felt sick inside. She forced herself to lay down and act normally. Even so, she was a bundle of raw nerves. She had to try and think things through.

What had she been doing since Zedd had captured her and Tommy? Her mind was a complete blank, and yet ... there was the dream she had just had. It was a horrible dream; it left her feeling filthy and disgusted inside. She had been dressed in leather and behaving like a perfect whore. She had molested Tommy --had done horrible things to him!

The weird part of the dream was that she hadn't been herself so much as she had been a spectator. It was like she had been inside Tommy's head watching what was going on. There were emotions --anger, shame, guilt-- that had nothing to do with her; they were like Tommy's emotions. Was that what had been going on? Had Zedd's spell turned her into a whore and made her violate Tommy? Suddenly, Kim wanted to throw up. She snuck a peak at the orb and saw that it had vanished. She sat up and wrapped her arms around her knees.

Oh God, what have I done! Her body shook as she fought to control her emotions. She had to get a grip. She didn't know that she had done all those things to Tommy; it was only a bad dream. What she did know was that she and Tommy were still in Zedd's clutches; there were things she had to take care of. Obviously, the spell had worn off. She had to make certain that Zedd didn't find out, otherwise she would be unable to do anything. Tommy was somewhere in the keep, so the first order of business was to find him. She then had to find a way to remove his shackles, locate their Morphers, and get in touch with their friends. The only reason they hadn't been rescued was that the others hadn't been able to track them.

Kim stood and wrapped the sheet around her. She had no idea how much time she'd have before the peeping Toms returned. She had to find Tommy and ask him what was going on. In the dream, she had been Zedd's Power Slut; if that was the case, then she was going to have to continue the charade. The thought knotted her stomach. What if her dream was the truth? She wasn't sure she could go through with it; how could she face Tommy ... to see him naked and helpless ... to touch his silky smooth skin, the hardness of his muscles ... to taste his of lips ....

What are you thinking! The mere thought of Tommy had her pulse pounding, and she could feel hot moisture between her legs. She bit back a whimper. She was acting as if she really had been Zedd's whore! She couldn't have done those things! She knew she had often thought about Tommy like that--had wondered what he looked like naked and what he'd be like in bed. She had imagined making love to him, but it had never been like the scenes in her dream!

Kim hurried out into the corridor; she couldn't stay in her room thinking about what-ifs. As she walked down the hall, she was filled with a chilling sense of déjà vu. She closed her eyes; her feet seemed to know the way. She swallowed hard. It was not a reassuring beginning. Unerringly, she made her way through the labyrinth of Zedd's palace to the lower dungeons, and she paused at the entrance to a hauntingly familiar cell. There were no guards. Kim's hands trembled as she reached out to deactivate the force field.

The cell was dimly lit, but Kim could just barely make out a slumped figure at the far end. Taking a deep breath, she willed her feet to carry her forward. As she got closer she recognized Tommy. He was chained to the pillar, just as she had instructed--in her dream. Kim tiptoed closer, hardly daring to breathe. She cast a nervous glance at the spot where Zedd's viewing globe was normally suspended. The orb rested on a pedestal; it was as dark as the rest of the castle. Kim approached to within a dozen steps of Tommy, stopped and stared.

She had never seen him naked before; the sight made her breath catch in her throat. He was sleeping, his head bowed forward on his chest. His long hair covered his face. The dim glow in the cell made his skin seem more bronze than usual, and his body glistened with a sheen of perspiration. She marveled at his muscle definition, her gaze slowly absorbing every detail. Her eyes traveled down his rock hard stomach to his trim hips and ceased roaming as they fell on his erect cock. It stood tall and proud and throbbed with a life of its own.

For several minutes Kim stared as if transfixed. She felt a rush of molten desire surge through her body. She felt weak-kneed and dry-mouthed. She was afraid to breathe, let alone move lest she disturb him; yet she moved forward like a sleepwalker. Dropping to her knees before him, she reached out to touch his cock with trembling hands. Hard. Hot. Smooth. Her hands caressed his manhood carefully but with certainty. She brought her face closer, rubbing his achingly purple rod against her cheeks. Her eyes flickered shut as she all but worshipped his cock. Before she even realized what she was doing, she wrapped her lips around the shaft and began licking and sucking. She was intoxicated by his taste, his touch, and his scent. As her mouth lavishly kissed his organ, her hands hefted his balls. They were heavy with the need to come. She fondled them gently as she bobbed her head up and down on his pole with greater intensity.

Tommy groaned in his sleep, but Kim was heedless of his reaction. She was completely lost in her oral ministrations. Tommy's hips began moving even as his body was tossed about in the grip of a dream. Kim wrapped her arms around his hips and grabbed his ass to get a better grip as Tommy began fucking her mouth faster. In scarce moments, hot jism erupted from Tommy's cock and shot down her throat. The force and quantity took Kim by surprise; she fell back, gagging. The spell of the moment was broken, and she realized that Tommy was starting to wake up. She collected her sheet and dashed behind the pillar where Tommy couldn't see her.

"A dream," he murmured only half awake, "but man, what a dream." When he realized that he had ejaculated, he sagged forward, sighing with relief, which triggered a surge from his restraints. His gasp of pain brought tears to Kim's eyes. "Man, Kim is going to be pissed tomorrow when she can't get a rise out of me." Then he drifted back to sleep.

Behind the pillar, Kim had drawn herself into a tight ball; she had her fist jammed in her mouth to keep her crying from being heard. The blowjob she had just given Tommy ... she shouldn't have known how to do that! She had never sucked a cock before. Tommy's words ... it was true --the dream-- all of it was horribly true! She had done all those things...! Kim waited for Tommy to drift into a more sound sleep before fleeing the cell.

Kim returned to her chamber and buried her face in her pillow. She couldn't do it. She couldn't continue to be Zedd's Power Slut, but she had to until she could think of a way to get them both out of Zedd's citadel. However, she vowed not to lay another hand on Tommy. There had to be a way to "torment" him without touching him, but it would have to provide Zedd with an equally entertaining show. The thought made her stomach churn.
 

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Day Four:

The next morning, Kim was waiting for Zedd in his throne room. She lounged seductively on the massive stone throne as butterflies did kamikaze runs in her stomach.

"You dare sit on my throne!" Zedd rumbled as he made an appearance.

"Chill out, Zedd; boy, are you a grouch before you've had your first cup of coffee," she drawled lazily as she vacated his seat. "You should thank me for warming it up for you. Damn but that slab of rock is cold!"

"What are you doing here? I rather expected you to sleep in. I must admit, that was quite a performance you put on last night." Kimberly's insides went cold at his words.

"Oh? Which performance might that be?" she asked unconcernedly, buffing her nails.

"You made quite a show of pleasuring yourself; I found it very ... stimulating."

"Yeah, well, I hope you got your rocks off all right, if you have any rocks under that metal jock strap," she snorted.

"Why aren't you working on the White Ranger?" Goldar rumbled as he made his appearance.

"Because I need to have someone do a little shopping for me," Kim said. She was going to enjoy sniping at Goldar.

"Shopping?" Zedd muttered.

"Hey, aren't I the original shop-aholic?"

"I don't trust her, master," Goldar whined.

"Oh, can it, Goldilocks. What? Are you afraid I'm not going to do anything interesting enough for you to jerk yourself off to? Do you even have balls, for that matter?"

"I would like to know why the White Ranger hasn't succumbed yet. What is taking so long?" Zedd demanded.

"He's a paragon of virtue; why else is he called the White Ranger?" Kim replied acerbically. "He's close, Zedd; very close."

"It's a trick to summon the other Rangers," Goldar insisted.

"Get real, ugly. If I wanted to contact the other Rangers, I'd have done it already. Do you think I enjoy being cooped up in this dark, drafty palace? The moon isn't exactly my idea of a hot vacation spot. Look, give me some paper. I'll jot down what I want, and you can approve the list. All right?"

"Write the list, and we shall see if I'm sufficiently intrigued to send a puttie to retrieve the items." Zedd magically produced paper and a pen. Kim parked herself on the stairs of the dais. She chewed on the end of the pen thoughtfully then began writing. A short while later she tore off a part of the page and handed it to Zedd.

"There you are, one shopping list without any room for secret messages or whatever Goldar thinks I'm trying to pass," she declared. "What do you think?" While Zedd and Goldar studied the list, Kim tucked the remaining scrap up her skirt.

"Puttie patrol, go to Earth and fetch everything on this list," Zedd commanded. To Kimberly he added, "This had better be good. What do you need these things for?"

"You see, Zedd, you and Tommy have something in common: at heart, you're both voyeurs, and you especially like to watch me play with myself."
 

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At the first opportunity, when she felt she was unobserved, Kim transferred the paper from her underwear to her bustier. She double-checked the contents; she had already had the coded message composed when she had asked Zedd for the paper. Now all she needed was a way to get it to Billy.

Her interview with Zedd had worn her out. She was so afraid he had found out that she was free of his enchantment. She had hoped her act would be convincing; at least that had been successful. The ease with which she traded barbs and snide comments disturbed her, though, and she had no idea where that comment about Tommy being a voyeur at heart had come from --unless it was something she had picked up from her dream. She hoped Tommy would forgive her for maligning his character in that way; of course, that was the least of the things she had done. She hoped he could forgive her for everything else, but he had to know that Zedd's spell was responsible.

By the time she reached her room, the putties had returned with her paraphernalia --stolen no doubt. The putties quickly scampered off as she began sorting through the collection of shopping bags. Kimberly pulled a dress out of one of the bags, a cold lump of dread forming in her middle.

I can do this. I have to do this.
 

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"What do you think she has in mind, master?" Goldar queried as the two observed Kimberly's preparations. "I still don't trust her. She should just take the White Ranger and be done with it."

"It will be much more satisfying to see Tommy's will crushed by his former comrade," Zedd commented.

"What are we going to do about the remaining Rangers, oh Hideous One?"

"Ah yes, the others ... an oversight on my part. I have become so involved in this little production that I nearly forgot the second reason I captured these two. Yes, we should send some putties down to stir things up a bit, and I will have the former Pink Ranger dispatch them as proof of her loyalty to me."

"And if she hesitates?"

"Destroy her."
 

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Tommy awoke feeling dazed, disoriented, and somewhat rested considering he had spent the night on his feet. To his astonishment, he also wasn't freezing; he was clothed --at least partially so-- in the tattered remnants of his dress shirt and trousers. Most noticeably, he did not have a raging hard-on. Snippets of a dream came back to him ... he had been dreaming about fingering Kim but then it switched, and he dreamed that Kimberly had come to him and had relieved the pressure in his aching cock. He must have come in his sleep. He was extremely grateful for that; he couldn't have held out any longer.

Kimberly still hadn't arrived, which puzzled Tommy, but the putties were in full force. It looked as if they were setting up a stereo. He wondered what was going on. Then, Kimberly arrived. Her leathers were gone. She was dressed in a short, flounced denim skirt and a sleeveless denim shirt that was unbuttoned and tied at the waist, leaving her bellybutton visible. Under the denim top was a hot pink t-shirt. Instead of spiked boots, she wore a pair of pumps with pink ankle socks. The teased hair and provocative make-up were absent too. She wore her normal colors, and her hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail. She looked like her usual self.

"Kimberly?" he gasped, a note of hope creeping into his tone. Could it be that she was free from Zedd's spell at last?

"Sorry, Sexy, Kim's not here right now. It's just lil' ol' me, Power Slut," she replied with a giggle. She flashed him a flirty smile then went to inspect the putties' handiwork.

"What's going on?" Tommy wondered. He swore at himself; he hadn't meant to betray his curiosity.

"You were such a deliciously naughty boy yesterday that I decided you deserved a treat, a little respite if you like," Kim began. But the way she licked her lips and sighed told Tommy that what she had in mind was going to be anything but restful.

"Power Slut, attend to Lord Zedd's will!" Goldar barked out imperiously as he teleported into the cell.

"Hell, now what?" Kim swore.

"Our master has decided that you shall have the honor of sending a legion of putties against the remaining Power Brats."

"For all the good that will do," she remarked snidely.

"You doubt Lord Zedd's creations?"

"Goldar, I've kicked enough puttie butt to know these guys are going to get their clay asses stomped. The putties will never be able to defeat the Power Rangers until Zedd gives them more brains, but if he did that, who would he have to boss around? All right, you clay heads, front and center!" The puttie guards assembled along with those who were setting up her equipment. "Zedd wants you guys to go kick some Ranger butt." Before she ordered them to leave, she sauntered up to the puttie nearest her. "I've got special instructions for you. I want you to concentrate on Billy. He's awfully ticklish. Sneak up behind him, and once you start tickling his sides, he'll be laughing so hard he'll be easy prey. Get going, guys." Kim flashed Goldar a mocking grin.

"Satisfied?" she sneered.

"Kim, how could you do that!" Tommy yelped, not believing what he just witnessed. "How could you betray Billy and the others like that?"

"Zip it, Tommy," Kim snapped, her own doubts giving her an angry edge. "Don't piss me off or else you'll be naked and strapped to the table with your ass in the air so fast your head will spin." A shudder ran through Tommy's body, and Goldar laughed. "What are you still doing here, ugly? This is a private party, and you weren't invited."

"Someday, Power Slut, it will be my turn," Goldar rumbled menacingly then teleported away.

"I'm so scared," Kim snapped. She walked over to the stereo as nonchalantly as her quaking knees would allow her. Please, God, let this work!
 

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It was lunch hour; Billy and Aisha sat on the grass and watched while Adam and Rocky played basketball with several of their other classmates.

"This is impossible!" Aisha fumed. "Why can't we find Tommy and Kim? It's been four days!"

"Whatever Zedd is using to cloak them from our scanners has proven most effective," Billy said.

"I wish something would happen; the waiting is beginning to get on my nerves."

"It is most unusual that Zedd has not taken the opportunity to attack us while our strength is depleted."

"Did you hear what happened at the mall this morning?"

"No."

"Word is that some really ugly guys in gray jumpsuits just appeared out of nowhere, loaded up with goodies, and vanished."

"What manner of merchandise was stolen?"

"That's the really weird part. They hit Radio World, Sound Blaster Music, Petite Boutique, and Lynnette's Lingerie."

"An eclectic assortment of goods," Billy noted.

"Ugly and wearing gray ... I wonder if that could have been ...."

"Putties!" Billy yelped, scrambling to his feet. A dozen or so wriggling clay forms advanced toward the basketball court. The other students on the playground ran screaming while Rocky and Adam fell back into defensive stances.

"I wish putties could talk," Adam muttered as the attack commenced.

As the battle was joined, Billy found himself engaged with an unusually persistent puttie. The same one (as near as he could tell) kept advancing on him regardless of how many times Billy fended him off. The puttie did not seem intent on pummeling him; rather, it appeared to want to carry him off. It repeatedly grabbed for his waist. Billy dropped his guard for a moment, considering whether or not to allow the creature to get close to him. If it meant to abscond with him, it might take him to Tommy and Kimberly. In Billy's moment of hesitation, the puttie tackled him, and, of all things, began tickling him.

"No fair! Hey, stop it!" Billy gasped between bursts of laughter. He tried to break free of his attacker, but the puttie stuck tight to him, assaulting his sides unmercifully. Billy was laughing so hard he was in tears. He could scarcely breathe, let alone put up much resistance. The puttie had him.

"Hang on, Billy!" Aisha shouted as she launched herself feet first at his tormentor. Her feet struck the puttie square on the "Z," and it broke apart. When it did so, a scrap of paper fluttered to the ground. Billy collapsed, trying to catch his breath. As he was recovering, the remaining putties vanished.

"Are you all right, Billy?" Adam asked.

"I never knew you were so ticklish," Rocky said, smiling. Billy scowled at him. To his knowledge, only one other person knew of his sensitive sides. As he sat up, he spotted the scrap of paper. He saw his name scrawled on it and snatched it up.

"What is it?"

"Just something that fell out of my pocket while my overzealous foe was tickling me," he fibbed. Billy's heart was racing as he slipped the missive into his pocket. "We need to get to the Command Center and tell Zordon of this attack."

"It'll have to wait; lunch hour is over," Adam reminded him.

"Damn," Billy muttered, much to the surprise of his friends.
 

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Three o'clock couldn't arrive fast enough for Billy. He scarcely closed his locker before looking for a secluded corner.

"What's with you?" Aisha asked in exasperation. "You've been acting like you've had ants in your pants all afternoon."

"I will explain at the Command Center."

Shortly, the four were standing in the dark confines of Zordon's headquarters.

"What is the matter, Billy? I have been aware of your heightened state of anxiety since this afternoon," Zordon said.

"The puttie who had been tickling me dropped this," Billy explained, pulling the paper from his pocket.

"But you said ...." Aisha began.

"I had to use discretion. The only person who knows about my ticklish sides is Kimberly. This note is addressed to me and is in her handwriting. I couldn't risk Zedd learning of it."

"Yeah, he always monitors our battles," Adam agreed.

"What's it say?" Aisha asked eagerly.

"It's encoded," Billy murmured, "except for the last line. The code, I'm assuming, is alpha-numeric in nature, meaning she substituted numbers for their alphabetical counterparts."

"So 5-24 4-9-8-8-23 should be translated as e-x d-i-h-h-w. That doesn't make sense," Rocky said.

"She's jumbled the sequence," Adam realized.

"Affirmative. All we need to do is figure out the key, and it is my hypothesis that the uncoded last line is a clue."

"What is the line?" Zordon queried.

" ‘Who's your favorite fully-sentient, multifunctional automaton?' "

"Those are the first words you said to me, Billy," Alpha spoke up.

"Affirmative, and the only other person left on the team who heard me say them is Kimberly," Billy added excitedly. "So the answer to the question is Alpha-5 ... of course! A-5" Billy quickly translated the code.

" 'At Zedd's citadel, the moon. Morphers gone. Tommy in bad way. Need help fast,'" Billy read.

"Short and sweet," Aisha observed.

"If they're prisoners, how did Kim get this on a puttie?" Rocky wondered.

"It could be a trap," Zordon agreed.

"Maybe Kim is loose; you know, Zedd could be blackmailing her with Tommy's life or something," Aisha posited.

"Kim's handwriting looks hurried but not forced, and the code required some forethought and planning," Billy noted.

"Trick or not, we just can't leave them in Zedd's palace," Adam interjected.

"Zedd's palace is well protected; we already know that our scanners cannot pierce the spells which protect it," Zordon informed them. "Also, the closer you are to his stronghold, the more easily he will be able to detect your powers."

"What if we went in without our powers?" Billy suggested. "We could carry our Morphers in a shield receptacle so that Zedd would be unable to detect them."

"The minute Zedd realizes that we're gone, he'll turn all sorts of monsters loose on Angel Grove," Rocky pointed out.

"We have Jason, Zack and Trini on stand-by, remember?" Billy said. "Even if we all don't go, at least one of us has to make an attempt to rescue them."
 

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While her friends were making their plans, Kimberly was enacting her own. Taking a deep breath to calm herself, she turned on the CD player. She wandered about the cell aimlessly, sort of flirting with the idea of dancing. It was the way she danced when she was cleaning her room. Some of the songs were her favorites, some were Tommy's. Kim tried to relax and let the music take her. She called it Zoning, and she had never told anyone about it. A certain song would grab her and not let her go; when that happened, nothing existed but the music and its commands to her body. That was what she was trying to reach: the Zone. She divorced herself from her surroundings: no dark citadel, no cell, no viewing globe, no Tommy. In the shadows of her mind, she created a private dance studio where she could surrender body and soul to the rhythm.

Kim changed to the next disc; she wanted music with a driving beat, something that spoke to the body. The first song up was "Gimme All Your Lovin" by ZZ Top. The song enveloped her, and she began a rhythmic bounce--left leg planted back, right leg forward and pointed, knee bent, and the bounce came from the hip. Then she stepped into a rolling sway. With a kick and a turn, she was lost in the music.

Tommy had retreated into his own thoughts while Kim flitted about the cell. He had no clue as to what she had in mind. There were times when he could have sworn he saw flashes of her former self, but they were fleeting, merely wishful thinking. He found her behavior disturbing because it no longer fit the pattern established over the last three days.

She had yet to touch him. Perversely, his body yearned for her touch; he somehow felt empty without his body screaming for release. He was geared to fighting her attempts to claim his body; the lack of action made him jumpy. While he was trying to puzzle out what her game might be, he wasn't paying attention to Kim's weak attempts at dancing. He barely noticed the music, but when the music changed unexpectedly in mid-song, Tommy noticed. Glancing up, he caught a flash of pink and blue out of the corner of his eye. Intrigued, he looked up and was held spellbound.

Kim's eyes were closed, and her body was undulating to the pounding beat. Tommy had never seen her move like that before; she was selling the song with her body, and he found it more enticing than her intense pleasure games. For all that they were extremely successful in bringing his body to a fever pitch of sexual excitement, there had been something forced and unnatural about her actions.

Although a gymnast and something of a martial artist, Tommy knew that Kimberly loved to dance. She was conveying that with her every movement; her face was lit with a smile of pure joy as she sashayed across the cell. The way she lifted her hair ... the way her hands caressed her body ... the way her hips thrust forward sharply or the way they rolled as she slowly circled them around .... Tommy tried to shut his eyes, but he was mesmerized by her movements. It was like when Kim had been touching herself, only a thousand times more incredible. He felt the heat burning through him more volatile than before. Even though her eyes were closed, Kim was playing to him, drawing him in, and he wanted to be drawn in. Somewhere deep inside, Tommy knew he was in more danger from the dancer than from the dominatrix. This was the Kimberly from his private fantasies; this was the Kimberly he yearned to make love to.

With a sure, flowing move, Kim reached up and undid her hair ribbon. She spun around closer to Tommy and draped the ribbon around his neck. The song changed: "Let's Put the X in Sex" by Kiss. Her hands tugged at the knot in her denim shirt and slid the shirt down her shoulders; what Tommy had thought a t-shirt was a close fitting crop top. Her hands smoothed down her sides and hips. She grazed them back up her thighs, lifting her skirt along with them. She wasn't wearing any shorts underneath as per usual. Kim dropped to her knees and continued grinding her hips around, thrusting them towards him invitingly. When she climbed to her feet again, she bent over, flashing him a glimpse of her black panties. Her head whipped back and forth in a rhythmic frenzy. Her smile was seductive, and when she briefly opened her eyes, Tommy could almost see her desire burning within. When the song reached the line, "then I saw those black lace panties," Kim ripped her skirt off and continued dancing in a pair of lacy black high-cut bikini panties. Tommy's groan of appreciation was lost in the music.

Kim's impassioned performance continued on through something by Aerosmith and into a set of Van Halen. Tommy was beyond identifying the music; it no longer mattered, only Kim's movements did. During "Runaround," Kim lost her pink crop top; she gyrated about in a black demi-bra, panties, and high heels. Her body glistened with perspiration, making her look as if she had been oiled up. Her breasts heaved with her heavy breathing. She edged her way closer to Tommy. He could see her nipples straining to break free of the lace-trimmed cups. Her hands toyed with her breasts and slid down between her legs. She played at removing her panties but never quite did so. Kim lifted her hands above her head as she launched into a sensuous series of hip spirals, undulating like a belly dancer. Then, she suddenly spiked her heels as the music died.

Kim stood right in front of Tommy, her eyes still closed as if savoring the last of the fading notes, then she opened her eyes. High on the music and movement, Kim stared deeply into Tommy's eyes. Her body felt more alive ... she felt more free than she could ever remember. The dancing had taken her to places in her mind she rarely visited. It touched fantasies she had thought buried away --fantasies of two bodies pressed together but moving as one, of hands caressing and lips tasting, of passion set free and consummated.

Kim wanted Tommy; she needed his touch desperately. She reached out for him in spite of her vow not to touch him. She ran her fingers through his hair and over his face, but it was a gentle, inquisitive touch. She parted his shirt and slid her hands down his chest, pausing a moment to press her hand over his heart. It pounded as strongly as hers. Kim met Tommy's eyes and read his need there. The dance had aroused him as much as it had her; Tommy wanted her as much as she wanted him.

Almost of its own volition, Kim's hand continued down Tommy's body until it brushed his crotch. Her eyes went wide with surprise as she felt the wetness: she had made him come without even touching him. Her first reaction was of surprise and delight; it was a powerful realization to know that she could make him cream his jeans as it were, but her exultation turned to fear. What had she done? With her dancing she had accomplished what the Power Slut had tried so hard to achieve for three days: Tommy's will had faltered.

Kim bit her lip and couldn't look up at Tommy. She had to master her emotions before she could face him. When she did, she searched his eyes again. She could almost feel his need; the desire was in his eyes as was his determination to deny that desire. She would pretend she never saw it.

"Tommy," she began. She had wanted to sound cold and stern, like the bitch she was supposed to be; instead the word came out in breathy excitement. She suddenly realized how closely she was standing to him; she could feel his heat. She pushed herself away, angry and frightened. This wasn't what she had meant to do! When she felt more in control of herself, she turned back to face him. "The flesh is weak, but the spirit is still strong. You're safe, at least for now." Kim walked out of the cell with as much hauteur as she could muster. Once she was clear, she all but ran from the dungeon. She wanted to crawl into the deepest, darkest corner she could find and have a good cry.
 

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Day Five:

Kimberly sat up in bed. She couldn't sleep, and she couldn't bring herself to go see Tommy. She went for a walk instead. She had to come up with a different way to "torture" Tommy. She couldn't go back to doing the things she had while under the influence of the spell, yet she couldn't dance for him again either. It was too seductive, a high like being on a drug. She loved the way her body felt as she moved to the music; even more, she loved the way Tommy watched her as she danced. To know that he liked her dancing sent a delicious wave of pleasure rippling through her. If only he didn't have to be chained up; if only he could touch her!

What was she thinking? She wasn't supposed to be seducing Tommy; she was supposed to be stalling for time until the others could come and rescue them. She felt sure Billy had gotten her note; at the very least Zedd hadn't found it --she would have heard about it if he had. Kim wandered the halls of the citadel as she considered her options; before she realized it, she found herself in Zedd's throne room. She headed for the observation platform and looked out. Earth filled the darkness before her. She was beginning to wonder if she would ever set foot on it again. Another, more unexpected question popped into her mind: did she want to return? How was she going to be able to face Tommy when this was all over? After everything she had done to him ... a sudden noise in the chamber behind her sent Kim scurrying for the shadows. She pressed herself against the cold rock of a pillar as Squatt and Baboo, two of Zedd's more inept lackeys, entered the throne room.

"Finster! Oh Finster!" Baboo called out.

"Quiet, we don't want Lord Zedd to hear," Squatt said. Kim peeked around the column and saw that Baboo was trussed up in a force field belt like Tommy's.

"Well, you shouldn't have been playing around with things in Finster's lab," Baboo chided him.

"We have to get this thing off me before Lord Zedd wakes up," Squatt insisted. "There's no telling what he'd do to me!"

"All right, all right. Finster!"

"I'm coming; I'm coming," Zedd's resident monster maker called out with a sleepy yawn. "What have you two been up to?"

"I sort of got caught in this belt thing with the force field," Squatt admitted.

"I tried to undo it, but when I touched the grid, the energy lashed back at me and burned me," Baboo related.

"Of course it did. That was an extra precaution his lordship had me install in the device."

"But when Baboo got zapped, I didn't," Squatt added.

"That's because the energy was directed outwards from you. The grid is designed to repel anyone who tries to remove it improperly, but in doing so it leaves the wearer momentarily free of the force field. It is a flaw I haven't been able to correct. How did you manage to get caught in this thing?"

"Baboo and I were in your workshop ...."

"And just what were the two of you doing there?" Finster queried in his usual patient, low key manner. "You shouldn't be messing about in my workshop. Lord Zedd has me working on the antidote to lift the spell on Kimberly."

Why would he be doing that? Kim wondered.

"Oh goodie! I can't wait to see Kimberly's face when Lord Zedd finally tells her that the spell didn't really make her evil," Squatt cheered.

What?

"I can't believe that such a nice girl could have such naughty thoughts hidden away inside," Baboo agreed.

"That's the beauty of this particular spell; it unlocks the evil that already exists within the subject. The trick is removing the spell while retaining the subject's memories of what he or she did while under its influence," Finster explained. "As for that energy belt, let me go get a control pick."

No! That can't be true! Kim screamed in the privacy of her mind. She didn't want to believe; she couldn't believe that all those things she had done to Tommy had been a product of her own mind, and yet, there were some things that she had done that she knew she had fantasized about --not to the degree that she had carried them out-- but she had thought about .... Oh God, it wasn't the spell all that time; it really was me!

"Here we are," Finster declared upon his return. Kim forced the turmoil in her brain aside; she had to find out how Tommy's restraint could be undone. Finster held up a slender wire.

"That looks like one of Rita's hairpins," Squatt said.

"It is," Finster replied. "There is no special control pick; Lord Zedd normally uses his magic to release the belts. However, for those of us without magic we can use any slender, stick-like object provided it is long enough to extend past the force field. The trick is hitting the controls on the grid in the proper sequence." Kim strained to see what he was doing, but Baboo was in the way. "There you are, Squatt."

"That looked easy," Baboo said. "All you did was hit all the blue squares."

"But the squares don't always remain the same colors," Finster pointed out. "The key is to remember to hit the keys on all four sides of the central square--top, bottom, left, right. Now, if you two are quite finished, I would like to go back to sleep. I have a lot of work to do tomorrow." Finster turned and left the chamber and was followed closely by Squatt and Baboo. Kim waited a few moments longer, then made good her escape.
 

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"Here are the plans, Billy," Alpha said as he pulled up a diagram on the computer.

"These are the schematics for Zedd's palace?" he queried.

"For Rita's palace," Zordon corrected. "They are centuries old. There is no telling what sort of modifications Zedd made when he took over. These plans may do you no good."

"Even if changes have been made, it's better than going in completely blind," Adam said as he peered over Billy's shoulder.

"They probably won't have done much to the dungeon," Rocky commented.

"My sentiments exactly," Billy concurred. "If we infiltrate his palace on the lowest level and work our way up, we're sure to find Tommy and Kimberly before we get to the throne room."

"We bust them out of their cell then teleport out," Aisha concluded enthusiastically.

"Nothing is simple when dealing with Zedd," Zordon said.

"Ohhh, I don't like the idea of you going in without your Power Coins," Alpha said worriedly.

"It's the only way. Once we've found Tommy and Kimberly we will contact you, and you can teleport them to us," Billy said.

"We'd best get busy," Adam spoke up.

"Good luck, Rangers, and may the power protect you."
 

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"Hello, Tommy."

Tommy was awake when Kim arrived; however, he kept his head bowed on his chest, hoping she'd think he was still asleep. He didn't want to answer her. He peeked at her through half closed eyes. She wore her leathers again; at least he was spared the sight of seeing her as he knew her. His mind was filled with fragments of erotic dreams and images of the previous afternoon. He didn't trust his voice; he didn't trust his command of his body. He watched as Kimberly strode across his cell. When she turned on the stereo, his head snapped up.

No more dancing! Please, anything but that! Tommy pleaded silently. He knew that if she danced as she had the other day, he was done for. Worst of all, he was sure she knew it to.

"What's the matter, baby; is the Power Slut too much for you?" she cooed as she tilted his chin upwards.

"Leave me alone, bitch," he snarled. He had never called anyone that in his life, but he had to lash out. He had to do something to hang on. For a moment, Kimberly's expression was blank except for a flicker in her eyes of --what? Pain? Anger? Hurt? A second later, her palm slammed into the side of his face. The blow stunned him with its ferocity. Kim looked as if she was going to say something, but then she bit her lip and massaged her stinging hand, glaring at him all the while.

Kim felt her shoulders shaking, and she turned away from Tommy before he could see the tear sliding down her cheek. How dare he call her that! Damn it, did he think she was doing this because she enjoyed it? She was doing this to keep him alive! But he couldn't know that. He had been unconscious when Zedd struck his bargain with her: cooperate and he continues to live; do not and he dies. Tommy thought she was still under the spell, not that that made any difference, not after what she learned last night. Zedd's spell only released her inner most desires. The Power Slut wasn't Zedd's creation; she was her own.

Kim wanted hot music to lose herself in. Once she hit the Zone, there would be nothing but the music and her response to it. She wouldn't care what she did or what Tommy thought about her. There would be no pain, no guilt. She knew that Zedd would be watching, but she didn't care. All that mattered was keeping Tommy alive one more day, and if dancing was the way to get it done, so be it. Even so, her hands trembled as she slipped the discs into the tray. Van Halen, "Black and Blue." With a sigh, Kim surrendered herself to the pulsing beat.

It was obvious to Tommy from Kim's first step that her need was greater than ever. Her desire communicated itself in her strut, the sharp thrusts of her hips, the arch of her back, and the coolness of her gaze. It was a wantonness that he had yet to see in her. She was a sexual predator stalking him. She danced over to the pole directly opposite the one he was chained to. She danced around it, grinding against it. Her gyrations were almost frenzied. Tommy was hard to the point of bursting before the song was half over. Then, impossibly, Kim sauntered over to him and performed the same bump and grind against him. When she pulled away, she left him wanting more.

Tommy groaned as the tension in the air intensified and Kim stripped off her leather jacket, revealing a black and pink teddy. The song changed: "Cradle of Love." Kim's touch had left his body burning with the need to touch her again. He wanted her to touch him again. He desperately wanted to pull her into his arms and move with her. As he watched her drop to the floor, pumping her hips to the driving beat, Tommy knew he had lost the battle at last, and he didn't care. His only thought was of taking Kim--of stripping off the remainder of her clothes and burying his cock as deep in her pussy as he could.

Kim also had surrendered all pretense of restraint. Another song came up, something as hot and sexy as she felt. She threw off her leather skirt with abandon. She would dance for as long as she could hold out. Her movements were increasingly suggestive. She had begun playing with herself, her fingers teasing her nipples through the lacy fabric of her teddy. They were hard, as hard and hot as Tommy's cock. She was wet; she could feel her moisture dripping down the insides of her thighs. It didn't matter what she did now; she had done it all already. There was only one thing left undone, one sexual barrier left uncrossed. She was going to do it, whether Tommy had surrendered or not. She had to.

Tommy's eyes were more than a little glazed as he watched Kim whip herself into a spin. When she stopped, she dropped hard into the splits. She sinuously raised herself up and peered at him through the wild strands of her hair. Tommy swallowed hard; she looked as if she wanted to eat him alive, and he wanted her to do it. Panther-like, she crawled across the floor. She pressed her body to his legs then slowly pulled herself up his body. She ground her hips against his pelvis and yanked his shirt down his shoulders. She kissed her way up his chest; he could feel her hot, heavy breath exploding against his skin, scalding him. She slithered upwards, until her hands gathered up a double handful of his hair, and stared deep into his eyes.

"Kimberly ...." Tommy began hoarsely.

"Don't say anything; I know," she said, devouring his mouth.

Kimberly lost all control as her lips touched Tommy's. She couldn't seem to get enough or press herself close enough to him. She gave a tiny gasp as he strained to touch her. His fingers succeeded in grazing her buttocks. Tommy's tongue danced with hers, and she felt the tidal wave building force within her. A whimper of dismay erupted from her as Tommy's mouth left hers, but his lips quickly found her throat. She wrapped her legs around Tommy's waist above his restraints. With a sigh, Kim tossed her head back and offered herself to him. It quickly became obvious that Tommy wasn't going to be doing much of anything with his restraints on. Kim pried herself loose reluctantly. She studied the control grid first but was soon distracted by the distension in Tommy's pants. She unfastened his trousers and pulled out his cock. She swallowed it in one hungry gulp. She sucked it with feverish intensity, but she didn't want to jerk him off; she wanted to fuck him. She got to her feet and guided his rod between her legs. She rubbed herself against it. She was still wearing her teddy, and she tugged at the snaps in the crotch to open herself to Tommy completely.

Kim was fairly drowning in the sensations that overwhelmed her. However, ultimate pleasure was denied the pair as a beefy hand caught Kimberly by the hair and tore her from Tommy's body. She was thrown aside like a rag doll. The shock of skidding across the cold floor helped snap her back to her senses. Goldar towered over her, leering. He tossed a bundle at her feet.

"Put these on, Power Slut," Goldar rumbled, "Lord Zedd demands your presence immediately."

"Blue furred son-of-a-bitch," she growled under her breath. She pulled herself into a crouch. Still trying to catch her breath, she looked up at Tommy. The enormity of what had almost happened finally hit her. Tommy had surrendered to her as surely as she had surrendered herself to him. Kimberly took no pleasure in her victory. Actually, she rather felt like crying.

"I'm sorry," she forced out. Then she recalled she was still playing a part and Goldar was waiting to teleport her to wherever Zedd wanted her. "Duty calls, lover, but I'll be back as quick as I can to finish what we started." Tommy hung his head in defeat; the expression on his face was more than she could bear. She hurried over to the stereo and killed the music. Then she studied the outfit she had been told to wear; a blush set fire to her cheeks. The outfit consisted of a pretzel-style bodysuit in hot pink (a very thin pretzel at that), a white Bolero jacket with elbow length sleeves, shimmering pink tights, spiked white boots, and an opaque visor. Kim wanted to dress in private, but Goldar wasn't going to leave, and the Power Slut wouldn't care who she stripped in front of. She kicked off her pumps, pulled off her socks, and started with her pink tights.

Tommy's eyes never left Kimberly from the moment Goldar pulled her away from him. They had come so close. Tommy wasn't sure if he should hate Goldar or thank him. That Kim had wanted him as badly as he had wanted her was indisputable. For a moment, it was as if he had the real Kimberly wrapped around him; then she mocked him and destroyed the illusion. She had won. He had expected her to lord it over him more; perhaps Goldar's presence had something to do with that. Power Slut seemed to hate him as much as Kimberly did. He watched as Kim examined the costume Goldar had delivered. He saw the muscles in her shoulders tense up and a shiver shudder down her spine. An unusual reaction, then she started stripping.

Tommy thought that he might actually get to see Kim naked, but that hope was soon dashed. She merely toyed with him. Keeping her back to him, she tossed aside her pumps and socks. She propped one leg up on the edge of the "exam" table, providing Tommy with a glorious view of her creamy white ass. The line formed a pleasing curve from the arch in her back to her thigh (marred only slightly by the black tail of her teddy. She took her time rolling the stockings up her left leg and then her right. Next she stepped into the tangle of thin Spandex straps, pulling the garment up until the small triangular panel covered her behind before unsnapping her lingerie.

"She has defeated you at last," Goldar hissed triumphantly. "I saw it. Your hours are numbered, White Ranger."

Tommy didn't care as he watched Kim pull the teddy up over her head. Oh how he wished she would turn around! She slipped the straps up around her neck and stretched and wiggled, adjusting herself into the suit. Tommy's breath caught in his throat as he watched her remove Zedd's obedience collar. Without that collar, Tommy had no reason to hold back. He glanced over at Goldar and smiled grimly.

"I can hardly wait," he retorted. Kim finally turned around, and all thoughts of Goldar fled. His eyes went wide, and a moan slipped out as she reached up to shake out her hair, causing her taut nipples to push against the stretchy fabric. As she bent over to pull on her boots, her breasts all but spilled out of the strategically placed ribbons. She collected her gloves and visor, slung her jacket over her shoulder, and sauntered over. When she touched him, it was gently with trembling fingers. When she looked at him, he could still see the fire simmering just beneath the surface. If anyone had ever looked like they wanted to be fucked, Kimberly most certainly did. She pressed herself to him, and Tommy could feel her nipples grazing his chest. Then, to his surprise, she bent down and pulled his pants back up.

"Even pleasure slaves have their dignity," she whispered with an intoxicated giggle. She took his face in her hands and pressed her lips to his. What began as a soft kiss quickly exploded into a passionate inferno that threatened to rage out of control once again. Kim's mouth savaged his, her tongue dipping into his mouth. Tommy matched her intensity as he sought to devour her lips. Goldar, however, broke things up.

"That's enough, harlot," Goldar sneered. Kim was still panting as he dragged her off Tommy.

"I'll be back," she promised in a low, husky voice.

"And so will I," Goldar threatened. Then, the pair teleported.
 

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"Very nice, my little Power Slut," Zedd murmured appreciatively as Kim arrived wearing the travesty of her Pink Ranger costume. "Come, my precious pink slut, I have guests I am anxious for you to meet."

Kim knew before they descended the stairs to the holding pens who she was going to see. Four prisoners, manacled as Tommy was, waited below. Kim wanted to cry in frustration. Her friends were supposed to be saving her, not the other way around! Zedd motioned for her to wait as he stalked forward to see his prisoners.

"Welcome to my humble home, Power Brats," Zedd gloated.

Kim surveyed her friends. Excepting a few bruises and general dishevelment, they appeared unharmed. To her consternation, they were in civvies. A puttie turned their confiscated communicators and Morphers over to Zedd.

"A clever plan, sneaking into my palace without your powers. Had you not contacted Zordon to have him teleport your power Morphers to you when you did, I might not have known you were here until it was too late." The four glared at Zedd defiantly and said nothing.

"What've you done with Tommy and Kimberly?" Billy demanded at last.

"Do not worry, Blue Ranger; I shall show them to you." Zedd summoned a viewing globe and focused in on Tommy's cell. He was shackled as Kim had left him; she could tell that he was still painfully aroused. He sagged forward exhaustedly, his legs barely supporting him. Kim bit her lip; there were red marks on his face and chest that hadn't been there before. When Tommy looked up, he had a black eye. He was glaring at someone just beyond the range of the globe. Goldar! Kim was livid. That winged maggot had gone too far this time.

"And allow me to present your former associate and jailer, the Pink Power Slut.

Come on, Kim; you can do this. You have to! Kim felt her friends' eyes on her as she strutted down the stairs. Their mouths fell open in shock, and their incredulous stares mortified her. However, it quickly became obvious that her appearance engendered more than astonishment, especially in the men. All three were sporting the beginnings of hard-ons. Kim found herself excited by their reactions.

"Kimberly?" Billy was barely able to say her name.

Kim removed her visor and gave Billy her best fuck-me stare. His reaction --the look in his eyes, the difficulty he had in swallowing, and the ever growing bulge in his shorts-- sent shivers through her hormone saturated body.

"Hello, sexy," she purred as she thoroughly gave him a once over. She was finding it far easier than she liked to maintain her character. "You said jailer, Zedd?"

"I so enjoyed your handling of Tommy that I figured you could use some new playmates." Zedd stepped aside and motioned her forward. He wanted her to inspect the prisoners. Kim forced herself forward, strutting by her friends haughtily. She stopped first before Rocky.

"Hello," she cooed into his ear. She ran her hands over his shoulders, slipping her fingers under his tank top. She raked her hands up into his hair as she pressed herself against him. She gave his groin a thrust from her hips. Rocky had closed his eyes and tried not to groan; the eyes snapped open, and the moan slipped out when Kim gave his cock a light squeeze.

"Bashful Adam," she purred, moving on to her next victim. His face was already suffused with a burning blush by the time she stood before him. Kim giggled drunkenly as she shimmied down his body, nipping at his erection through his shorts. She slid her hands up the backs of his legs and squeezed his ass. Then she stood and leaned in close; instead of kissing him, she traced the outline of his lips with her tongue.

"Don't you dare touch me," Aisha threatened fiercely as Kim sauntered over to her. Even as she said it, Kim stepped behind her and started running her hands up Aisha's thighs. Kim realized the guys were staring and continued moving her hands up until they cupped Aisha's breasts.

"Stop it ...." Aisha growled, her face growing hot. Kim paid her no mind and tweaked Aisha's nipples. Her left hand moved to Aisha's throat, and her right slipped down between Aisha's legs.

"You're as wet as the boys are hard," Kim teased. She was completely lost in the charade; she had been since she first touched Rocky, and with each successive body she touched, she became more and more lost. "I'll really have to use my imagination on you. I bet we could put on a really kinky show for the guys." Kim slipped her tongue into Aisha's mouth.

"Sweet, sweet, Billy," Kim sighed as she wrapped her arms around Billy's neck. His eyes were closed tightly. "Open those baby blues, Billy. I want you to look at me. I want you to see me." She grabbed his face and kissed him hard and hot. When she pulled away, she left Billy gasping for breath. Her hands continued down his body; when they reached the neck of his tank top, Kimberly grinned wickedly.

"I've always wanted to see what you look like without a shirt." So saying, she ripped his shirt down the front and pulled the remains down around his waist. She walked around him, giving him a full appraisal. She rubbed her hands all over his ass, then as she had with Aisha, one hand explored his upper body while the other explored between his legs. "I can hardly wait to start on you."

"Come, my Power Slut; let's leave your playmates to consider their predicament," Zedd commanded with a cruel laugh. Kim gave Billy a parting lick at the ear, then obeyed. She swung her ass with flair as she followed Zedd up the long staircase. Her need saturated body was still screaming for release; she only had a moment to consider what she had just done before the door to the dungeon was slammed shut.
 

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Left alone in the dimly lit cell, Aisha was the first to find her voice.

"What did that fiend do to her!"

"Oh God," Adam groaned. Aisha glanced first at him then at the other two. Their reactions to Kim's attentions were still obvious.

"I don't believe you guys," Aisha huffed.

"We are merely adolescent males possessed of enormous quantities of raging hormones," Billy said in their defense.

"Come off it, Aisha; how'd you expect us to react to being felt up by a complete babe?" Rocky asked sharply.

"That "complete babe" is your teammate and Tommy's girlfriend," Aisha reminded him.

"You weren't exactly unaffected by her either," Rocky shot back, observing that Aisha's nipples were still noticeably hard.

"Lord Zedd probably has her under some kind of spell," Adam interjected when he finally found his voice again. He hoped the others wouldn't notice that his shorts were somewhat wet.

"We have to figure out a way to free ourselves from these restraints and locate Tommy and Kimberly. Perhaps Zordon will be able to remove the spell Kimberly is under," Billy said as he tried not to think about the effect Kim had had on him.

  

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