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ABDUCTION OF THE WHITE RANGER

by Cheryl Roberts 

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). 

CHAPTER I 

"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 which 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. 

*** 

"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 which 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!" 

*** 

"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. 

*** 

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. 

*** 

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. 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, the 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 which 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 which 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 which
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 which 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 which 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 book licker?" 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." 

CHAPTER II 

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 tip toe 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 putty 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, not 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
runnig 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." 

*** 

"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." 

CHAPTER III 

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 blow jobs 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 hair brush. 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 which
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 predatorially 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!>> 

*** 

"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." 

CHAPTER IV 

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 which 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 marshall 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 collar bone. 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
putty sentinel, "Chain him to the post. Let's see how he feels after a
night on his feet." 

*** 

"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 deja 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 marvelled at his muscle definition, her gaze slowly
absorbing every detail. Her eyes travelled 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
blow job 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. 

CHAPTER V 

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 acerbicly. "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 putty 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. 

"Putty 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." 

*** 

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.>> 

*** 

"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." 

*** 

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 which 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 putty 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 putty 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 putty 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!>> 

*** 

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 putty. The same one (as near as he could tell)
kept advancing on him regardless of how many times Billy fended him
off. The putty 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 putty 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 putty 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 putty had him. 

"Hang on, Billy!" Aisha shouted as she launched herself feet first at
his tormentor. Her feet struck the putty 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. 

*** 

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 putty 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 putty?" 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." 

*** 

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. 

CHAPTER VI 

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. 

*** 

"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." 

*** 

"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. 

*** 

"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 putty 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. 

*** 

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 glance 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. 

CHAPTER VII 

Day Six: 

It had been late when Zedd finally decided that he no longer required
Kimberly's presence, and she had been completely worn out. Instead of
going back to Tommy as she had promised, she had gone to get some
sleep. However, sleep had been anything but restful. She had relived
the dance in her mind, only her mind carried it to that final step she
and Tommy nearly achieved.  Then the dream switched, and she watched,
aroused and ashamed, as she felt up her other friends. Other
dream-like snippets kept interfering, fragments of Goldar abusing
Tommy. In her mind's eye she watched as Goldar landed a kick to
Tommy's back; she felt as if Goldar had hit her. Kim felt Tommy's pain
and woke up. 

She found herself covered in sweat and gasping for breath. Her body
still ached with the combination of pain and pleasure. As with the
nightmare from the first three days, the sequence with Goldar fighting
Tommy had been in Tommy's perspective. If she was somehow picking up
on Tommy's dreams, that he had sustained a terrible beating at
Goldar's hands. She needed to go to him at once. She needed to tell
him she was free, that the others were here. She had to give him some
hope. 

Kim reached out for the first garment she could lay her hands on as
she scrambled out of bed; however, the first thing was her Power Slut
costume. She refused to wear that ever again. She searched about and
spotted the tattered remnants of her aunt's ballgown. Kim picked it up
carefully. It was completely ruined. The full, feather-trimmed skirt
had been completely ripped away, and the remaining hem was torn and
split resembling a jagged maw of teeth. The bodice was torn down to
about where her navel would be; both side seams were coming undone,
and the silver straps had been pulled out from the back of the dress.
Kim slipped the dress on, finding it apropos. It had been shredded
just as her life had been shredded. Kim remembered the way Tommy's
eyes shone the first time he saw her in the gown. He'd never look at
her that way ever again. Admiration will have been turned to disgust
and loathing. 

A tear trickled down her cheek, and she wiped at it angrily. She
glanced at the reflection in the obsidian walls of her chamber; she
looked like one of the scantily clad heroines off the cover of an old
pulp fiction magazine. She tied the straps halter style behind her
neck, and she looked about to see if she could find a safety pin to
close up the bodice. However, all she found was one of her hairpins. 

A hairpin! Kim reached for it with a sort of reverence; she was almost
afraid to blink or breath, lest the precious pin vanish.  She
carefully straightened out the wire and held it up in a sort of
triumph. Hairpin no longer, it was now a control pick; here was the
key to Tommy's freedom! 

Kim raced down the corridors, her bare feet slapping the cold stone
loudly. She didn't care if Zedd or his henchmen saw her; all that
mattered was getting that pin to Tommy. She all but flew down the
stairs to the lowest dungeon; she actually tumbled down the last six
or seven in her haste. However, when she reached Tommy's cell, she
pulled up short. The force field had been deactivated, and Tommy was
gone! 

Where could he be? Kim's mind and body went numb with fear. Then, the
fear was replaced by blazing anger as she realized that it wasn't
Tommy's dream she had somehow intercepted. She had picked up on his
present situation. Goldar was beating him now! As she stood there
nursing her fury, something inside the cell exploded. The blast
knocked Kim to the floor. Picking herself up, she crawled over to
examine the debris. There wasn't much left of her leathers or the
stereo. She wondered what had caused the explosion. She turned to
leave and stepped on a hot piece of metal. Swearing, she picked up the
offending item; it was the remains of the silver choker she had worn.
Running through the center of the silver coils was a collection of hot
wires. She knew without a doubt that the collar had been the bomb--a
bomb meant for her. She hadn't planned on taking the thing off; she
had done it as an afterthought. Why had Zedd activated it now, unless
it had something to do with Tommy's battle with Goldar. 

Thinking of Tommy's plight spurred Kim to action. She raced back up
the stairs, but this time her steps were guided by her white-hot anger
and the cold, hard edge of her determination. As she sped through the
corridors, she ran into Squatt and Baboo. 

"Power Slut, what are you doing here?" Baboo began. 

"It's Kimberly to you, bub," she snarled, grabbing him and shoving him
up against the wall. "Where has Goldar taken Tommy?" 

"Why should we tell you?" Squatt asked. 

"If you don't, I'll rip your gizzard out and stuff it down your
throat!" Her eyes were dark and dangerous. 

"I think she means it," Baboo gulped. 

"He's taken him to the Arena of Darkness." 

Kim shoved Baboo away and continued up the winding stairs. She was
going to need a weapon of some sort; there was no way she could fight
Goldar barehanded, but where to find one? Finster's workshop! There
was bound to be something there, but the only way she knew to get to
Finster's lab was through Zedd's throne room. It was late; Zedd was
probably sleeping or recharging or whatever it was he did. The odds
were good that he wouldn't be parked on his throne. Still, Kim
exercised caution as she arrived at the throne room. She kept to the
shadows, ducking behind whatever cover she could find.  Unfortunately,
Zedd was on his throne. His attention, however, was riveted to a
viewing globe. In it, Goldar was fighting Tommy, but it was hardly a
fair fight. Tommy still wore the control belt. He was not only
receiving blows from Goldar but also surges from his shackles. Even
so, he was trying to put up resistance. 

"Your resistance has cost you dearly, White Ranger," Zedd rumbled. In
the globe, Tommy looked up to find the source of the disembodied
voice. "Remember that darling piece of jewelry your former girlfriend
was wearing. The Pink Ranger is no more!" 

"You didn't kill the Pink Ranger, Zedd, only your Power Slut," Tommy
shouted back defiantly. Zedd merely laughed, but as Tommy continued to
fight, Zedd stopped laughing. 

"Perhaps I had better check on Kimberly's remains." 

That was Kimberly's cue to get moving. She quickly slipped from the
throne room into Finster's workshop. As she had hoped, there was a
wide variety of weapons along with the monster molds and clay for the
putties. Most of the implements were too heavy for her to handle, but
she finally found a wicked looking mace. She hoisted it onto her
shoulder and started to take her leave when she spotted something in a
cabinet. Their morphers and communicators! The door was locked. Kim
briefly thought about smashing it, but that would alert Zedd to her
presence. She would do no good against him by herself. Kim hesitated.
She had to free the others, but Tommy needed help too. However,
freeing the others would do Tommy more good in the long run.  If he
could hold out a little longer . . . . 

Kim cut back through the throne room; Zedd was no longer watching the
proceedings in the Arena of Darkness. His viewing globe was trained on
the cell where Billy and the others were still chained to their craggy
supports. 

"If Kimberly is on the loose, she will no doubt pay her friends a
visit," Zedd rumbled. 

As Kim slipped out of the chamber, her mind was racing. How could she
free the others with Zedd watching her? 

*** 

Kimberly stood at the top of the stairs leading into the holding pen
where her friends were held; she was relieved to see that they had
managed to drift off to sleep. What she intended to do with Billy was
going to be difficult enough; she didn't want them all to know. Kim
tore the bodice of her dress even further and loosened the straps
until the top of the gown barely covered her breasts. She plumped
herself up to give herself even more cleavage. She ripped the skirt so
she could show more leg, and she even pulled apart the back seam so
that she showed more ass. She fluffed her hair out, and did her best
to assume the Power Slut's deliciously wicked grin. She fingered her
hairpin nervously. Where would she hide that? She settled for bending
it slightly and slipping it into her mouth. Then, with a sexy swagger
that came far too easily, Kim started down the stairs. 

As she drew nearer to her teammates, she observed the flicker of
Zedd's viewing globe. She forced herself to ignore it as she
approached Billy. She began the charade by simply admiring him. He had
changed so much since they had first received their power coins; he
was no longer the geek whose every sentence Trini had to translate.
She should have been able to understand him better; after all, she had
known him almost as long as she had Trini and the others. Kim
appreciated the way his body had filled out--his muscles weren't as
hard or defined as Tommy's, but they were nice . . . his fair hair
blown back stylishly, his blue eyes . . . and he really did have a
cute ass. Kimberly could see herself attracted to her quiet,
intellectual friend if she hadn't fallen for Tommy. 

However, she had to remind herself that she wasn't there to speculate
about Billy; she was there to grope and hopefully free him. Offering
Billy a silent apology, she stepped closer and reached for the bulge
in his shorts. She must have done quite a number on him earlier for he
was still rather hard. She squeezed him gently then began stroking him
through his shorts until he started to come around. When he opened his
mouth to speak, she covered his mouth with a kiss. 

"Don't say anything," she hissed against his lips. She raked her
fingers through his hair and stood on tiptoe to lick his ear. "I'm
being watched. Just play along, please!" To Billy's astonishment, she
kissed him again, harder than before. This time when she French kissed
him, she transferred the hairpin from her mouth to his. Kim came up
for air, then started kissing and licking his neck. She flicked her
tongue over his earlobes and whispered further instructions. "With the
pick, press the squares around the central square in this sequence:
top, bottom, left, right. That will deactivate the force field." 

"Why are you doing this?" Billy stammered as Kim slid down his body to
play with the hairs on his chest. Billy found her attentions
exceedingly distracting, as he had earlier in the day. His sleep had
been fitful, thanks to the erotic images conjured by his hormone
saturated imagination. The gown she had looked so spectacular in at
the talent show looked even more inviting on her now. However, Billy
realized that there was something else going on here besides her
arousing perusal of his person. It was with monumental effort that he
attempted to focus on her words and not on what she was doing to his
body. 

Kim slowly licked her way down to his bellybutton; she could feel his
cock pressing between her breasts. Kim quickly scampered around behind
him and undid the chains which held him to the stalagmite-type
projection. Once he was standing free, she began running her hands all
over his ass. A shudder ran down Billy's spine. Kim wrapped her arms
around his chest and began placing tiny kisses all over his back. 

"Zedd's spell wore off three days ago," Kim began, keeping her voice
low. She used Billy's body as a shield so Zedd wouldn't see the pained
expression on her face. "Oh Billy, I've had to do terrible things!" 

Even as Kim's confession came pouring out, her hands continued to play
with Billy's body. Billy was torn by his ever increasing sexual
excitement and his growing concern. As Kimberly held him, he could
feel her body trembling against him and could feel her silent tears
slipping down his back. To his astonishment, Kimberly did not gloss
over the sordid details of her ordeal. She confided everything to him,
from having the putties strip Tommy for her to the near-culmination of
their sexual contest. At the conclusion of her tale, she fell silent.
Billy could feel the tremors in her body lessening; however, her body
suddenly went rigid, and she gasped. It sounded to Billy like she was
in pain. Kim swung around and knelt in front of him; she began
nuzzling her face against his pelvic area--to dry her tears, Billy
tried to tell himself. When she felt composed, she stood up; she
continued to stimulate his lower anatomy. 

"Goldar has Tommy," Kim said, returning her attentions to his hair,
face, and neck. "I've got to find out where they are; Baboo said
something about the Arena of Destruction." 

"Two levels up, directly under Zedd's throne room," Billy whispered.
Kim's face brightened at that, and she kissed him with genuine
emotion. 

"Your morphers and communicators are in Finster's lab, so are mine and
Tommy's. You guys go after them first. When we meet up, I want you
guys to get Tommy out of here." 

"What about yourself?" 

"How can I go back after what I've done? I sexually molested and damn
near raped Tommy! Hell, I molested all four of you guys!" 

"But Zedd's spell . . . ." 

"Acted on fantasies I already had, dreams and desires I kept
suppressed. The spell freed me to act on them. The enchantment lasted
only three days, Billy; I did the worst of the damage of my own free
will. I even enjoyed it! I can't bear the thought of what Tommy thinks
of me . . . I know I can't forgive myself." Kim pulled away from
Billy. If they kept up the conversation much longer, Zedd was going to
become suspicious. She cast a surreptitious glance over her shoulder.
The orb was still glowing. Kim forced Billy to his knees. She grabbed
his face, kissing him roughly. "Just promise me you'll get Tommy out
of here. As long as he's safe, I don't care what happens to me." 

"Kimberly . . . ." Billy gasped. 

"Promise me!" 

"Very well. We'll take care of Tommy first." 

"Thank you, Billy. Do me one other favor. Someday, when he's forgiven
me, tell Tommy I loved him." Kim gave Billy one last kiss, then she
slapped him aside brusquely. She strutted away haughtily and prayed
that Zedd had bought the performance. 

In the darkness behind Kimberly, Billy struggled to sit up. His
hormones and emotions were in a raging turmoil. Kimberly's caresses
had been the most incredible things he had ever experienced; he had
never dreamed her capable of provoking such responses in his body. He
never thought she could be so lascivious, and yet his excitement was
tinged with great concern. Her words had troubled him greatly. He
never thought he would ever hear such contempt and self loathing in
her voice. He knew why she had told him so much so freely; she could
no longer bear the burden. Her pain was like a knife in his heart. For
all her play acting, Billy would never forget the look in her eyes as
she extracted her promise from him; it had chilled him to the bone. 

"Is this a private party or can anyone join in?" Aisha queried
sarcastically. 

"We didn't mean to wake you," Billy apologized. 

"I'll bet. Billy, how could you!" 

"It's not like I had much choice in the matter considering I'm the one
wearing the restraints." 

"I know. I'm sorry. It's just that I can't believe this is happening.
The things Kim's doing to us . . . how could she!" 

"She has no choice either; she's Zedd's prisoner too," Billy said with
obvious pity, and Aisha picked up on it. 

"You know something," Aisha hissed. Billy glanced up towards the orb
that Kimberly had been so worried about; presently it was dark. 

"I know how to get out of these manacles," Billy answered cautiously.
He forced the implement Kim had given him out of his mouth. 

"How'd you get that?" 

"There is no time to go into detail. If I give you the pick, do you
think you can reach the control grid on my belt?" 

"I can try." Billy edged himself closer to Aisha, being careful not to
loose the pick. 

"Kim cut you loose while feeling you up; she slipped you that pick,"
Aisha realized. "That means she's no longer under Zedd's influence!
Then why was she . . . ?" 

"Please, don't ask," Billy requested. "And don't say anything to Rocky
or Adam about it. Kim has experienced enough humiliation with regards
to her captivity already." 

"Something's really wrong, isn't it," Aisha said, picking up on the
catch in his voice. 

"Here, take the pick. Hold it steady . . . you have to touch the
control panel in a precise sequence . . . ." Aisha held the tiny wire
as still as possible while Billy tried to align his belt's control
grid to her level. He didn't want to cause the grid to flare up and
burn either one of them. Billy moved himself close enough for Aisha to
reach, but it was also close enough for her fingers to brush the bulge
in his shorts. 

"Sorry," they murmured simultaneously. After a few more attempts and
intimate contacts, Billy had to give up. 

"This is most distressing. I wish Kimberly had brought her manual
stimulation of my anatomy to its ultimate conclusion," Billy confessed
with a blush. 

"I never realized that the male anatomy was that sensitive," Aisha
remarked, carefully using Billy's euphemism. 

"It is extremely sensitive. The least amount of hormonal stimulation
or physical contact can bring about engorgement." 

"Yeah, well, how about we try a different tactic," Aisha suggested,
quickly changing the subject. "Do you think you could used your teeth
to insert the pick into my control grid?" 

"An excellent suggestion; however, I should warn you that the
procedure could be easily misconstrued for an activity of a more
licentious nature by the uninformed." 

"Just pick the lock, Billy." 

Billy knelt up once again. It took some doing, but he was able to
brace his hands against Aisha's legs. He carefully picked the hairpin
out of Aisha's hand with his teeth and leaned in closer. He was
careful not to burn his face. 

"What in the world . . . ?" Adam gasped as he came around. 

"Way to go, Billy," Rocky cheered. 

"Don't even think it," Aisha snapped, "and don't distract the man." 

*** 

Kim hurried through the dark corridors. She had to get to Tommy
quickly. Billy would soon have the others free. She marvelled at how
much more calm she felt. She hadn't planned on unburdening herself to
Billy, but she hadn't been able to stop herself. She hadn't seriously
considered staying behind, but once she had said as much to Billy, she
knew that was what she had to do. Once Tommy was safe, what happened
to her wouldn't matter; perhaps this would help atone for all she had
done to Tommy. She only hoped she wasn't too late. 

*** 

"Had enough, Tommy?" Goldar gloated as his latest blow sent Tommy
reeling across the chamber. 

It took some doing, but Tommy managed to pull himself to his knees. He
tasted blood on his lips; was it from a new cut or an old one? Tommy
had sustained far too many blows from Goldar's armored fists; in the
back of his mind, he was grateful Goldar wasn't using his sword. His
body screamed with agony, but Tommy welcomed the pain. There was
something clean about it, and he welcomed the opportunity to lash out. 

"All you have to do is say the word," Goldar continued with mocking
laughter. 

"You won't break me, Goldar; I'll die before I beg for mercy," Tommy
spat with more confidence than he felt. 

"Little Kimberly finally broke you," Goldar taunted. "I saw you give
in to her at last . . . ." With a choked cry, Tommy hurled himself at
Goldar, knocking him to the floor. The massive arms flailed out, and
Tommy rolled clear. Zedd's lackey had struck a nerve; anger and guilt
boiled just beneath the surface of Tommy's emotions. He was angry and
ashamed for not being strong enough, for having given in, for wanting
Kim so badly, and for enjoying her dancing so much. His emotional
distraction proved costly; Goldar grabbed his hair and pulled him to
his knees. Tommy glared at Goldar defiantly as he drew his massive
hand back. However, something flickered on the edge of Tommy's already
blurry vision, and he fell backwards. 

"Back off, Goldilocks!" Kim snarled as she swung the mace with all her
might, smashing Goldar in the face. The winged lackey roared with
agony as he staggered away from Tommy. "Tommy, are you all right?" 

Tommy didn't look up. He couldn't. He didn't want to see Kim as the
Power Slut. However, she wouldn't let him alone. She brushed the hair
from his eyes as she tilted his face towards her. Her face looked pale
and haggard; her eyes had dark circles under them. Her expression was
concerned. She chewed her lower lip anxiously, and tears trickled down
her cheeks. When she became aware of the intensity of his gaze, she
looked away. 

"Kimberly?" he asked hoarsely. He couldn't bring himself to hope; so
many times it had proven to be a cruel trick. 

"It's me this time, Tommy," she said. "Hang in there . . . ow! Hey!"
Goldar yanked Kim's hair and tossed her aside. 

"You'll pay for that, harlot," Goldar threatened. "Tommy is no longer
your concern." 

"Leave him alone; he's suffered enough already," Kim answered,
assuming a fighting stance. Goldar laughed at her. 

"You seek to do battle with me? You are nothing, pathetic Power Slut!" 

Kim did not waste words but launched herself into a series of back
handsprings. She landed a solid kick to the center of Goldar's breast
plate, knocking him backwards. Enraged, he drew his sword and charged
at her. She dropped and tripped him up. Really losing his temper now,
Goldar slashed out blindly. Kim dodged but she was a fraction too
slow. Goldar's sword bit into her side, drawing blood. Fortunately,
the cut wasn't deep. Kim ignored the wound and got to her feet. 

"Why don't you pick on somebody your own size," Tommy interjected as
he kicked out, sweeping Goldar's feet from underneath him. He couldn't
just sit by and let Kimberly face Goldar alone. 

"I'll deal with you when I'm finished with the slut," Goldar rumbled.
He picked up Tommy and wedged his energy belt over a projection in the
floor, which caused the energy to feed back into Tommy's system
excruciatingly. 

Kim was grateful to see Tommy out of danger for the moment, and she
relished the pain from her wound. It helped clear her head and keep
her focused on the matter at hand. Goldar was still menacing her with
the sword, so she cast about in search of the mace. It was difficult
to see through the fog which enshrouded the floor, but she finally
spied it a few feet away. The head was twisted, but that didn't
matter. She only wanted it to parry the sword strokes. She
cartwheeled--or rather started to; the move ripped her wound open
further. She collapsed with a scream. Goldar swatted her with the flat
of his blade, catching her in the rib cage. She sailed across the
floor, unable to catch her breath. She winced as she tried to get up. 

<<You have to keep moving, for Tommy's sake.>> Painstakingly, she got
to her knees. She held herself upright with one hand and hugged her
injured side with the other. <<You have to keep Goldar away from Tommy
long enough for Billy and the others to get here.>> Where was Billy?
What was taking him so long? While her thoughts were elsewhere, Goldar
got the drop on her. 

"Look out!" Tommy shouted. Kim dropped flat to the floor to avoid the
blow. Goldar towered over her, his sword poised to pierce her belly. 

"Now you will die, Power Slut," Goldar sneered, but Kimberly kicked
with all her might, planting her foot firmly in Goldar's groin. The
blue-furred monstrosity dropped to his knees, then he teleported away.
Kim climbed to her feet and staggered over to Tommy. 

"I've got to get you out of these things," she gasped. Belatedly, she
remembered giving her hairpin to Billy. She had nothing else to use.
Goldar would be back at any minute, or worse, Zedd might be with him.
<<Think!>> she urged herself, then she recalled Finster's words
regarding the belt. "No time for anything else . . . I'm sorry,
Tommy." As Kim's knees gave out, she grabbed the control panel and
pushed against it. The fierce energies reacted by flowing into her
body. She closed her eyes and clenched her teeth against the pain. She
could feel the fire racing along her skin; the blood in her veins
seemed to be boiling. 

"Do it!" she screamed at Tommy. "Break free!" 

*** 

Tommy had gone cold inside when Goldar's blade caught Kimberly's
abdomen. He wasn't toying with her as he had been with him. Goldar
plainly meant to kill Kim. Even on her best day, Kim was no match for
Goldar. He had hoped to draw Goldar's attention away from Kim;
instead, he wound up being propped up on a pole unable to do anything
but watch the unequal contest. 

When Goldar's blade caught Kim in the ribs, he knew she was in a world
of hurt: cracked ribs, possibly broken. Tommy's heart sunk at that
point; he knew Kim was done for, so it came as quite a surprise that
she had the energy for so vicious a kick (in spite of everything,
Tommy winced in sympathy as her foot nailed Goldar). Even though
Goldar had retreated for the moment, Tommy knew he would be back with
reinforcements, additional firepower, or something. He prayed Kim's
strength would hold out long enough for her to find a way to get him
down. 

_"I've got to get you out of these things."_ 

Kim seemed disoriented, like she had lost something, but when she
looked up at him the second time, there was fierce determination
shining in her eyes. 

_"I'm sorry, Tommy."_ 

Then, she did the impossible and grabbed his belt's control grid as
her knees gave out. Tommy closed his eyes and braced himself for the
jarring shock, but it never came. Startled, he opened his eyes to find
the current had completely surrounded and permeated Kim's body.
Secondarily, he realized that he was untouched by the deadly energy. 

_"Do it! Break free!"_ 

Kim was giving him the chance to break his restraints by diverting the
energy flow. Tommy strained against the bonds with all his strength.
The belt didn't seem to want to give way, even though the material was
stretched out to accommodate the pillar. 

"Control . . . grid, touch . . . top, bottom, left, right," Kim gasped
out. She was weakening. Tommy did as she directed, frantically pushing
the buttons on the grid. At first, nothing happened. When he tried a
second time, he repeated the sequence only going to her left then
right. It worked. The field shut off, and the catch clicked open. Kim
fell away, still clutching the belt, and Tommy almost dropped on top
of her. Tommy gathered her in his arms; touching her was the most
wonderful thing in the world. 

"Tommy?" Kim groaned, struggling to remain conscious. 

"I'm right here, Kim." He jerked the remains of his shirt out of his
waistband and wound them around Kim's abdomen. She gasped in pain, and
Tommy felt something stinging his eyes. "Take it easy, Kim; I'll get
you out of here." 

"Billy and the others . . . they're here," she murmured. 

"All right! Just hold on a little longer, Kim. Everything's going to
be all right." 

"No it won't . . . I'm sorry, Tommy . . . I . . . . " 

"Hush; save your strength." Tommy was beginning to get scared. Kim's
face was even more pale than it had been, and her breathing sounded
shallow and gurgly, like she had fluid in her lungs. Goldar couldn't
have done that much damage, could he? 

"So, Tommy, you're free," Goldar bellowed as he reappeared. He carried
a lance of crimson energy. "Good. Soon you'll join the Power Slut in
death!" 

"The only thing I'm going to do is make you pay for what you've done
to Kimberly." 

"Tommy, no!" Kim protested weakly as Tommy launched himself at Goldar.
She struggled to sit up. Goldar used his pulsating staff to swat Tommy
away. The inconsequential blow seemed to stagger Tommy. Was it her
imagination, or was the lance glowing more brightly? Tommy hit Goldar
with a roundhouse kick; again Goldar fended him off with the staff.
This time, Tommy groaned, weakening, and the lance was definitely
shining brighter. Kim realized that the lance must be absorbing
Tommy's energy! 

<<No!>> she screamed silently. She hadn't endured so much . . . she
hadn't come this close to saving Tommy to lose him now.  She had to
get up. She had to stop the fight somehow. 

Tommy backed away to reappraise the situation. He felt so weak all of
a sudden. He had to keep Goldar away from the projection where he left
Kimberly. Tommy didn't think too much of his lack of strength; he
attributed the drain to his week of captivity. He wished Billy and the
others would hurry up. Then he heard sounds that were music to his
ears: an explosion and mayhem. 

"Tommy!" Billy shouted as he and the other three Rangers raced into
the chamber. After they were free of their restraints they had crept
through Zedd's throne room to Finster's lab to retrieve their
morphers; however, they had been discovered by Zedd's chief monster
maker, who had sounded the alarm. With Zedd distracted by other
matters (mainly the battle between Goldar, Tommy, and Kim) they were
able to break away before reinforcements arrived. 

"Man, am I glad to see you guys," Tommy sighed, relieved. 

"Here's your morpher," Billy said, tossing it to him. "Where's
Kimberly?" 

*** 

To Kimberly, it was as if the world began moving in slow motion. She
could see it all happening and how it would all fall out before anyone
else could move: Billy and the others rushing into the chamber, Tommy
glancing back to look at them, Billy throwing the power morpher. Tommy
looked up and extended his arm to catch it. Goldar brought back his
arm to throw the lance. 

<<Please let me get there in time!>> Somehow, some way, Kim found the
strength to move. As she hurried through the mist, it was as if she
was outside her body, watching the proceedings. She threw herself
forward, catching Tommy in the small of the back. Someone shouted a
question at her. She stumbled forward, recovered herself and stood as
the tip of the lance reached her chest. 

Surprisingly, it didn't hurt. It felt rather like an intense
flashlight beam focused on the center of her chest. Then she felt the
cold kiss of the metal handgrip. She grasped it. She was dimly aware
of her momentum carrying her backwards. Her back struck the wall . . .
it all seemed so far away. She looked up to see Tommy staring at her,
his expression indescribable. Why was he looking at her that way?
Tommy reached out towards her, she started to reach back, but she saw
Goldar advancing on Tommy. He didn't even realized it. She had to warn
him. 

"Tommy . . . !" 

*** 

Tommy's morpher clattered to the floor as he landed hard, face first,
knocking the wind out of him. Gasping, he rolled over to find out who
had pushed him. Impossibly, there stood Kim, looking like death warmed
over. She wobbled unsteadily as she tried to assume a defensive
posture. 

"Kim, what the . . . ." he began, but the sentence died on his lips as
a streak of crimson light buried itself in her chest. The missile's
momentum carried Kim with it to the far wall. 

"NO!" The scream ripped forth from deep within himself. He scrambled
to his feet, tears blurring his vision. He had to help her.  She was
trying to pull the lance out. Her expression was frightening--one of
surprise and serenity. She didn't cry out, not a gasp or a cry of
pain. When she finally spoke, she said only one word: his name. 

"Behind you!" Aisha shouted. Tommy reacted automatically, lashing out
with a vicious back kick. 

"Rocky and Adam, keep Goldar busy. Aisha, get Tommy out of there. I'll
get Kim," Billy directed. Yet, even as he tugged on the lance which
pinned her to the wall, Billy knew in his heart it was too late. Billy
fought his tears as Kim's body fell into his arms. The expression on
her face was so peaceful, it made his heart ache all the more. He
pulled her close and stifled a sob.  This was not the place to grieve. 

"Billy, let's go," Aisha called out as she all but dragged a stunned
Tommy behind her. Adam and Rocky were coming up behind them. Billy
handed Aisha the lance. 

"We may need this," Billy said. Then he activated his communicator.
"Zordon, get us out of here!" 

CHAPTER VIII 

Billy, Alpha, and Zordon were gathered in the Command Center's
infirmary. Kimberly lay on an examination table bathed in a suspension
ray. 

"Is there anything you can do, Zordon?" Billy asked. 

"Very little, I am afraid." 

"Kimberly's life signs are non-existent," Alpha reported. 

"Can't you at least try?" Billy insisted. "What about the lance? Have
you been able to figure out what it did to her?" 

"Not yet," Zordon answered. "I understand your concern, Billy; Alpha
and I are doing all we can." 

"I know. I'm sorry. It's just that . . . ." 

"It is not easy for me to lose one of you in this way. We shall do our
best." 

*** 

Billy left the infirmary feeling very cold and lonely inside. He had
never appreciated how much Kimberly's friendship had meant to him.
Ever since First Grade . . . he had met Kim through Trini but they
became friends in their own right that day when she took him under her
wing because she couldn't stand to see the other kids pick on him . .
. . Billy tried to compose himself and keep his expression neutral as
he enter the Command Center proper. Aisha, Adam, and Rocky all hovered
close to the infirmary door. Aisha was in tears, and Rocky and Adam
looked like they were on the verge themselves. Tommy, however, was off
by himself. He sat on the steps facing the viewing globe looking for
all the world like a zombie. Since his one exclamation in Zedd's
citadel, he had not uttered a word. This concerned Billy. Of them all,
Tommy had always been the most open with his emotions; he had never
held back his concern or his affection for his friends, especially
Kimberly. That he could not grieve for her told Billy there was a much
deeper problem involved. 

"Billy, what's the word?" Aisha asked eagerly. 

"Nothing yet," he answered with uncharacteristic simplicity. "Zordon
and Alpha said they'd do their best." 

"Not very reassuring, is it," Adam mumbled. 

"Zordon's best has to be better than an ordinary doctor's," Rocky
reasoned. 

"How are you holding up, Billy?" Aisha wondered. 

"As well as can be expected." 

"I'm really worried about Tommy," Adam whispered. "This silence isn't
like him." 

"Yeah, I'd feel better if he was beating the stuffings out of a
punching bag or something," Rocky added. 

"I'm worried as well. Let me see if I can talk to him," Billy said. He
crossed the floor and took a seat next to Tommy.  "Tommy?" There was
no response. Billy flashed his hand in front of Tommy's face; he
didn't even blink. This was going to be more difficult than Billy had
anticipated. Making up his mind, Billy grabbed Tommy's arm and touched
his own teleporter. 

The two reappeared on an outcropping of rock overlooking the lake in
Angel Grove Park. It was one of Billy's favorite locations: secluded
but with an incredible view. He came here often for astronomical
viewing and data gathering. 

"Billy? Where are we? What gives?" Tommy asked bewilderedly, finally
coming out of his funk. Billy sighed gratefully. 

"Tommy, I . . . I really need to talk about what happened," Billy
began. The awkwardness he conveyed was not feigned.  Tommy might not
be in the mood to talk for his own sake, but he wouldn't shut out a
friend in need. "I'm not sure I can deal with it, and seeking out a
therapist isn't exactly an option for us, is it?" 

"I guess not." 

"We've all been hurt before; it's just that until now, none of us has
ever sustained life-threatening injuries. In many ways, it seemed as
if we were invincible. Between our powers and Zordon's science . . .
." 

"I know what you mean," Tommy agreed. Then he fell silent again. Billy
did his best to curb his frustration. 

"What happened to you two while you were Zedd's captives?" Billy asked
bluntly. 

"Lots of things; I'm not sure I can talk about them yet." 

"I'm not asking out of mere curiosity. When Kimberly came to set the
four of us free, she made me promise to get you out of Zedd's citadel,
and she asked me to tell you, someday, if you were ever able to
forgive her, that she loved you. Tommy, the look in her eyes scared
the hell out of me. She looked like someone who was ready to die." The
description, while melodramatic, was accurate and it had the desired
effect of shaking up Tommy. 

"Why did she do it, Billy?" Tommy asked helplessly. "The whole mess
started when Kim let Zedd cast a spell on her. She didn't resist or
anything; in fact she practically begged him to cast it." 

"Weren't you there? Didn't you know what was going on?" 

"I must have blacked out after Goldar had smacked me around; I came to
just as Kim was telling Zedd to go ahead." 

"How was Goldar able to use you for a punching bag?" 

"Zedd threatened to have Goldar break Kim's neck if I didn't
cooperate. He put an explosive collar around her neck and told me that
he would detonate it if I didn't cooperate." 

"Is it possible while you were unconscious Zedd told Kimberly to
submit to the spell or he'd let Goldar continue pummeling you?" 

"I suppose so." 

"What happened next? What did the spell do to Kimberly?" 

"It turned her into the sexiest thing on two feet," Tommy sighed
heavily. He hadn't meant to be so candid, but the words were said, and
Billy was his friend. Billy wouldn't make judgments; he might even be
able to help him make sense of his topsy-turvy emotions. "She was hot;
seeing her in that leather get-up gave me an instant hard-on. She was
like sex personified; she was all over me, doing things that I always
wished she'd do to me. But she was cold, hard, evil. The fact that she
had my hormones in an uproar amused her. Granted, Kim could be
something of a tease, but not like this." 

Tommy paused to collect his thoughts; Billy was rather surprised that
Tommy was opening up to him so unreservedly, much as Kimberly had.
From Kim, he knew it had been a terrible ordeal. Billy needed to learn
from Tommy how he felt about it. 

"Zedd made Kim--the Pink Power Slut as he called her--my jailer. Kim
told Zedd that she intended to break me by seducing me; she wanted me
to be her pleasure slave." 

"And did she? Seduce you, I mean." 

"Man, did she ever!" Tommy stood up, suddenly filled with nervous
energy. The afternoon breeze was cool. Neither Tommy nor Billy had a
shirt on; both were still dressed as they had been in Zedd's citadel.
Billy shivered, but Tommy didn't seem to notice the cold. "The last
six days were the most awesome and the most awful days of my life.
Those first three days . . . the things Kim did to me . . . wow! She
didn't really do anything to hurt me, well maybe a few things on day
two, but for the most part she was driving me out of my mind with her
mouth. Man, she has a talented tongue. She has this way of rolling her
tongue around my cock . . . sort of the way she French kissed me." 

Having experienced one of Kim's kisses, Billy had an excellent frame
of reference. He sat down to conceal his hard-on, but there was
nothing he could do about his blush. Tommy turned at that point and
noticed Billy's distress. 

"Hey, I'm sorry; I didn't mean to embarrass you." 

"Don't worry about it. If any of this is to be resolved in our own
minds, the graphic details are going to have to be discussed.  The
emotions can't be analyzed without knowing what produced them." Tommy
eyed Billy puzzledly. "Trust me, Tommy; I have an excellent reason for
pursuing this. You mentioned the first three days . . . ." 

"The first three days, Kim had me stripped and strapped to a table
while she had her way with me. She did anything and everything you
could think of." 

"How did you feel about that?" 

"I hated it, but I liked it, too," Tommy admitted with some
difficulty. He couldn't face Billy as he said it. "I hated being
forced; I hated knowing Zedd was watching, but most of all I hated
seeing Kim that way . . . as a whore. Even so, I couldn't help but
enjoy what she was doing to me. I mean, how many times had Kim done me
in my dreams just like that--but without the restraints?" Tommy paused
thoughtfully "Actually, the first three days were less seduction than
a contest of wills. She was trying to get me to beg to come, and I was
trying not to. Towards the end of the third day, I was pretty sure she
had me." 

"What happened?" 

"Kim was starting another tongue bath; my hands were at my side
instead of clamped to the corners. Kim was standing right over my
hand; she didn't have any underwear on. I honestly don't know what
made me do it, but I started playing with her pussy." 

"You sound rather guilty about it," Billy observed. 

"I guess I do feel a little guilty. Normally, I wouldn't have touched
Kim without asking permission, and I certainly wasn't under Zedd's
spell. Maybe it was curiosity, maybe it was desperation, I don't
know." Tommy shrugged self-consciously. He reached up to massage the
back of his neck; it was a nervous gesture. Billy waited, letting
Tommy continue at his own pace. 

"Kim was so hot and wet--literally. That was the first time it
occurred to me that she was as turned on by her games as I was. I had
barely begun rubbing her clit before she came. And when she did, I
nearly lost it too. It was so intense; the expression on her face, her
moans . . . ." Tommy closed his eyes, savoring the memory. "I really
loved watching her come; damn, but that was the sexiest thing I had
ever seen. This may sound strange, but I felt really pleased with
myself." 

"A little bit of vindication? You were able to do to her on the first
try what she had failed to do over the course of three days?" Billy
wondered. 

"No, at least not consciously. You know the feeling you get when
you've done a job really well--a sense of pride and
satisfaction--that's more what it was." 

"I take it that after this episode, the routine changed," Billy
prompted, getting to the all important fourth day. 

"I'm not sure what happened. I know that night I had a really intense
dream; I think I sort of relived the first couple of days.  When I got
to the part where I was jerking Kim off, I came. It woke me up, I came
so hard. After three days of holding back, it felt wonderful. The next
morning I felt ready to face Kim again; I was confident I could
withstand her tortures, but she didn't do any of that stuff. When she
came into my cell, she hardly looked at me. She certainly didn't touch
me. She wasn't wearing her leathers either; she was dressed in
something she'd wear to school. I was willing to swear that she had
shaken off the spell, but then Goldar arrived and told Kim Zedd wanted
her to send the putties after you guys. I knew it had only been
wishful thinking when she instructed one putty to tickle you to render
you helpless. I couldn't believe it. It was bad enough what she was
doing to me, but to turn against you guys too . . . ! After that, she
started dancing." 

Tommy closed his eyes and could almost hear the drums and bass guitar.
In his mind he could see the blissful smile on Kim's face, the power
in her shapely legs, her hips undulating enticingly, her breasts
moving as her shoulders rose and fell to the beat.  A shiver ran down
his spine, and he felt his cock stirring. 

Tommy's prolonged silence caused Billy to look up; he had never
observed an expression of complete rapture on Tommy's face. If Billy
was to wax romantic, he would say Tommy was all but glowing. 

"Oh God, Billy, it was awesome," Tommy finally continued. "She was so
into it; she was really enjoying it, but it wasn't like how she
enjoyed playing with me. It's hard to describe. The expression on her
face was so full of joy. There was no coldness in her at all. She was
all movement and fire and . . . everything! I'd never seen her look so
open. It was like she had nothing to hide.  She was sexual and yet she
wasn't. I mean, nothing was forced. The way her hips moved, the way
she stripped, the way she touched herself--it was right. It was
perfect. 

"There was something so real about her dancing, so honest. She had
shown me something so incredible . . . I mean, this was Kim, really
Kim. It was like she had shown me a piece of her soul. She had me,
Billy. I wanted Kim the dancer so badly, I

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