Wrong Way

Ummm...I don't even WANT to own Power Rangers, so here's the Disclaimer for something I don't even want...
Power Rangers belong to Saburo Yatsude (Old school I think) and he can keep 'em. So don't sue me! You'll only get my lunch and shoes. I'll also be mad at you! ;_;

I can’t believe that there is not ONE freaking PR fanfic that has any of the Rangers raped by one of the bad guys....COME ON! Their hot young teens that jump around in spandex and go flying when something explodes. They have helmets!....Work with me people.

Anyway. I, for some reason, have Jetix on my non-cable T.V. That = Awesome. And of course I haven’t seen PR since I was like...7. SO! Now that I am older and much more mature, I’m going to have the Ninja wannabes get their come up-ins. You hear! Their come up-ins!!!

Here we go!! P.S. - S.P.D time line.

Red - Jack
Blue - Sky
Green - Bridge
Yellow - Z ‘Elizabeth’
Pink - Sydney

Villains- Emperor Gruumm & Mora (Oh! Before I forget. In Mora’s Bio it said; Don't let this ten year old's innocent look fool you. Mora is pure evil...Hehe!)

***

Emperor Gruumm tapped his fingers rather dispassionately as he awaited the return of his warriors to, for once, give him some good news. He had a right to brood. For the past, well--ever since he set his beady eyes on Earth--his forces were continually beaten into the ground. And then some. If one of his monsters--who could not hit the broad side of a barn--died, then his Krybots always returned to him, too damaged for repair.

And this, this...was starting to get on the Emperor’s nerves.

“...M-my Lord?” a voice trembled.

Gruumm lazily lifted his skull-shaped face, barely acknowledging the very nervous Bluehead Krybot saluting him as it entered his chambers. The mighty demon gave a very loud sigh, and before he addressed his subordinate, he gave his bony fingers a look-over.

“Don’t say it. Just...don’t. Let me guess. The Rangers found out that they have the true power of friendship, and somehow made that into a sword that blasted my monster back to the fifth galaxy. No! A new Ranger came, who’s far better and cooler-looking than the original?”

Gruumm ran his hand down his ankle bone chest plate, continuing to speak. “I got it, I got it. My guy switched sides. Perfect!”

A few moments passed; and those moments were filled with the Krybot’s armored knees hitting each other.

“Well?” hissed the peeved ruler. “Speak!”

“Uh...hetrippedandblewhimselfup. I’m so sorry, my Lord! Please spare me. I’m only the messenger and I--urk!”

Gruumm was surprisingly fast; before the lackey could finish his sentence, the Emperor was in front of him, trying not to fully crush the robot’s working throat.

“...please, repeat that. My man...fell over himself and...blew himself up?”

“Uh-huh.” The poor Krybot did not survive the larger man’s hold.

Gruumm let the body drop to his feet before letting out a much need frustrated yell into his large throne room. “That’s it! I can’t take these...God forsaken Rangers any longer!!!”

Gruumm stormed out of his chambers and started to rampage down the halls oh his domain. “Mora! Child! Where are you!?” he demanded.

After much stomping--scaring half his crew--he nearly tripped over his main follower. The evil child always found the most unusual places to sit. Her dark hair fell in front of her face for a moment before she brushed it back and stood from her seat. She bowed to her leader, then sat back down.

“May I help you?” Mora asked.

Gruumm almost broke the chair that he pulled up so his red eyes may be at the same level as the small child’s. “You--bfrhb! Rangers--grumble! Plan--nbah!”

“Gruumm,” smirked Mora, “place spaces and vowels in your words before you speak.”

Gruumm took a few breaths, clearing his throat. “You need to think of something. This is going to drive me to the breaking point. Those...Rangers...keep messing everything up! My plans for ruling his world are not coming to fruition as I planned.”

Mora merely nodded. Gruumm glared at the girl. “Fix it.”

Mora was evil to the core. All she wanted was power, and to cause pain to others; that was her mission in life. If Gruumm could grant her power, then anything he asked she would try to do.

“Fix it, eh?” Mora let out an evil, childlike laugh. “Any more directions than that?”

“No. You must create a monster that can take out at least one Ranger, by any means necessary. I don’t want to know the details, either.”

“You’re giving me a lot of ground on this, you realize.”

“Hey, who’s in charge here?” spat Gruumm. “If I say do it, you’d better do it--and good!”

“...Hmmm.... So just get rid of a Ranger?”

“Yes. And you will be rewarded nicely.”

Mora smiled and intertwined her fingers together...evil thoughts and plans coming to mind. “Just to make sure: I can do whatever I want to him?” she asked. “The one I capture that is?”

“Whatever! I want this done in the next seventy-two hours,” answered Gruumm irritably.

“Of course, my Lord.” Mora bowed her head. “Of course.”

****

The Power Rangers--as always--arrived to the battlefield before any real damage was inflicted to their city or before the monster--always a bizarre-looking thing--could hurt too many people.
Their opponent this time was a half dog, half trash can abomination of science. After the thing howled a unholy sound, sludge would spew out of one of the tubes connected to the creature’s side.

“Watch it!” warns Jack, the Red Ranger. “It doesn’t only stink, but it’s toxic.”

The Rangers looked at what Jack said, noting it to be true. Whatever part of the pavement the slime hit began to sizzle, making a deep, disgusting hole.

“Gross,” Z replied, with Sky nodding in agreement.

Another howl came from the monster as more acid sludge was thrown in every direction; not only at the Rangers, but also the support beams of many homes in the area.

Sky took notice of this. “We have to move to a better location, guys,” he said, “or some people won’t have a home to go to tonight.”

The Red Ranger looked over to his Blue companion and took notice to the area around them as well. The monster showed up for no reason, and could not speak. That alone was enough to put the Rangers in a wary mood; with the howling and mindless attacking, none of the Rangers quite knew what to do.

Moving to a different location proved to be a bigger problem than they estimated. It seemed that the monster’s ears twitched every time the Rangers were about to move too far away, sending fiery explosions their way which forced the Rangers back.

“Well, Sky?” asked Jack tersely. “What do you suggest?”

The Blue Ranger scoffed at the unfriendly tone from the Red Ranger, looking towards the Green Ranger. Bridge nodded at the simple gaze, then he began to analyze the area and situation.

“Z!” ordered Jack. “Watch Bridge’s back while he tries to figure something out.”

“You got it!” Z nodded to her leader and ran over to the Green Ranger as he started typing into his armband computer to find a solution to their doggy mess.

The Rangers fired their weapons at the beast, but every time a laser approached the monster; it ducked into its trash can-like body, deflecting every attack the Rangers threw at him.

“I have an idea. Look, that body of his may deflect long range attack,” continues Sky, “but I doubt he’ll be able to defend himself from close range.”

“You sure?” asked Jack.

“Of course. Now come on!”

Jack frowned to himself. Who’s the damn leader here, anyway? Me, not Sky, right? Then why is this cocky punk ordering us around? Shrugging, the Red Ranger ran behind Blue and Pink.

It was a good start. The dog/trash can thing was caught off guard; as Sky predicted, its garbage can body was not suited for fighting. The monster’s stubby paws could only move so much inside a cylinder.

Yet the stupid monster would not be outdone! A loud, deadly howl erupted from its throat; throwing the three Rangers back a good one hundred feet. When Jack, Sky, and Sydney crashed into the ground, they only managed to get onto their knees as they covered their helmeted ears in pain.

“That totally didn’t work, guys!” Sydney screamed out.

Jack looked towards the other two Rangers, and saw they were in the same predicament. Bridge and Z were on the ground squirming as well. No one could react when missiles struck the ground; the shockwaves sent all the Rangers into the air, slamming into houses and breaking glass and brick. The dog laughed and stood where he was, waiting for the Rangers to stand back up.

The Rangers groaned as they tried to sit up. They dusted themselves off; some rose to their feet faster than others. Z and Jack took fighting positions right away. As the monster had not moved, they relaxed somewhat.

“Bridge, you ok?” The Yellow Ranger asked without looking back.

The Red Ranger noticed that the Green Ranger’s helmet was cracked. When Bridge had opened his computer, some of his defense systems had shut off.

Bridge shook his head and got up to his knees. “Yeah...I’ll live....Jack.” He got up and hit his helmet a few times to clear out the static as he addressed his leader.

“The best solution I thought of is this--it’s not the best though,” continued Bridge shakily. “Each of us makes a break for it, to a safer area. The creature won’t try to attack us individually--only to risk being caught off-guard--or give the rest of us a chance to jump him.”

Jack nodded and looked to his other side where Sky was getting up with Sydney’s help. “Ok. Sydney, you go first. Sky, follow after her. Z, I want--*”

He was cut off by Sky yelling back at him. “No way I’m leaving that early,” the Blue Ranger spat. “I can still fight this thing.”

“Forget it, Sky,” countered Jack hotly. “You were the closest to that thing, and you were thrown down the hardest. I want you to go.”

“But--*” Sky could not continue his argument, as Jack turned to the other Rangers to give out his orders.

“...then we meet back up and try and figure something out,” Jack finished. “Go!”

Everyone nodded and yelled out a team Right!, all but Sky, who slightly nodded afterwards. Sydney touched Sky’s shoulder in a friendly manner and sprinted away from the battle area.
Sky silently thanked whatever God was up there that his dark-tinted helmet hid his angry eyes and slight blush. His pride was bruised, true; but he would have to redeem himself later.

Bridge’s plan was working. Sydney escaped; a small volley of sludge missed her, and the monster abandoned its pursuit of her to attack the remaining Rangers. The Pink warrior was gone; Sky hesitated, but after hearing his leader yell Go! Go!, he glared at Jack and ran--with a slight limp.

***

Mora sat in his chair as always and viewed the battle from her looking glass. Her little face remained calm as she watched the Blue Ranger receive the most damage, get yelled at by his teammates, and get pity from a girl Ranger.

She knew of the Blue one. His father was the Red Ranger Leader before him, yet he was chosen to be the Blue. The second-in-command--not the top dog. Mora did not know why he was not leader, but a punk black kid from the streets.

Mora petted the bunny doll that was always in her lap. The one-eyed rabbit was worn down and barely-stitched together, but Mora liked it the best. As she petted her toy, she closed her eyes; concentrating on creating the perfect monster. She made the monsters for her Emperor, but normally she would quickly think of something and send it out to the fray; hence the reason all the monsters looked deformed and ugly. A dog/trash can? She had imagination...a lot.

But this...this was a special moment. Her Lord was allowing her to do as she pleased with the Ranger she caught, and she had her eye on the wounded Blue dear.

An image began forming in her mind--not something inhuman with a stupid voice--but the image of a man. A nicely-built one at that. She took the White Rangers form, Omega, making him taller and thinner. Perhaps the reason why all the monsters looked so horrifying to the eye was because Mora never met a nice human. Cruel humans were always ugly in their souls and hearts. The wicked girl loved how the Rangers concealed their human faces with metallic helmets and visors, so that no matter how hard one looked, one would never see the human eyes of hate.

So her created monster wore a helmet, light black with a much-darker visor. Not wanting it to look too human in the head, she gave him two long cords that moved like limbs from the top of his helmet. Tight black spandex--like the Rangers', but even tighter--was formed around the body; with silver bands around the wrists, ankles, thighs, and neck.

And he was complete. Mora opened her eyes to see her personal servant stand before her. With one last thought, she gave him life.

The black-clothed form groaned slightly with the new feeling of life and flexed his hands. Elegant fingers traced the outline of his helmet and he moved his head around. He stood on the balls of his feet to indicate that his legs had movement and nerves. His eyes, although not visible behind the helmet, made contact with the small child before him. The creature then remained still.

“I am Mora, as you already know,” said the child. “Speak.”

It took a moment or two--as the monster learned the functioning of its vocal cords and mouth--but it did speak.

The monster had a low, pleasant voice which sounded no older than thirty. “...K-k--Ker...on.” it uttered. “I am Keron.”

“Keron?” Mora repeated, liking the sound of her creature’s name. “I won’t tell the Lord of you; you’re mine and only mine. What is your function?”

Another moment passed, and Keron declared, “To serve the small lady, and to carry out her orders.”

Mora giggled. She really liked him, and he was very nice to look at.

He looked around a bit more before kneeling down before Mora. “I am yours to command.”

Mora nodded, smiling from ear to ear. She was going to enjoy this. “Keron, in your first few moments of life, I will give you a mission,” she said. “It will be carried out immediately and without failure. Do you understand this?”

Mora explained what happens to those who fail personal missions, and because Keron was so close to her, she saw how hard he swallowed at the threat. He bowed his head in understanding.
Mora twirled a fine piece of her black her in her soft fingers, then began to explain the current war. Why. With who. And why the Rangers where the biggest insects of the universe. Keron kept nodding to show that he followed the history.

“Now then. Come closer and look at your target. These are the Rangers I told you about,” Mora pointed out.

The looking glass shifted from the fight to the running Rangers. “This one is none of your concern,” continued Mora. “If she gets in your way, destroy her. I’m not interested in the female. I want him.”

Keron’s black visor reflected the image he beheld. The Blue Ranger limped through the brush of a park, grabbing his injured leg every now and then. When he removed his white-gloved hand from the leg, blood dripped from the wound that the explosion caused. The Ranger leaned against trees for support; and his chest heaved up and down, as he was short of breath. He adjusted his helmet, as though it no longer fit his head comfortably, and continued to move.

From what Mora saw later, the other Rangers were in the same shape the Blue one was. The Red one, in fact, was even worse off, as he was the last to leave the monster; yet he was not the one Mora wanted.

“These are humans. Filthy things that rule this planet Earth. They have no feeling or consideration for their fellow humans and do as they please. They are destroying the home they live on, and continue to do nothing about it. My Lord is trying to take over this mud ball of a planet so he can...fix it.” She smiled at that. That was the least of what Gruumm was going to do to it.
“But these Rangers are stopping Emperor Gruumm from healing this planet. They are selfish. They want to look like the heroes. My monsters are not pretty to look at, but humans only care about looks, and they destroy my babies.” Mora’s grip tightened on her bunny and threatened to rip its head off before Keron’s large hand covered hers. She snapped her head up into her own reflection in Keron’s helmet, and breathed out.

“Anyway, this is the Blue Ranger. He’s second-in-command, and strong. Don’t let his thin physique fool you; he’s a powerful opponent. However, because of his weakened condition, I want you to take him down and bring him back here to me! Do you understand!?”

“Yes, my Lady.”

Mora calmed down, cupping the cool metal of Keron’s face in her hands. “I have big plans for him. My lord gave me permission to do what I please to him. I can not physically do anything to him, however; for I am small, and still a child. You are not.

“In your first few hours of life, you will feel the pain and thrill of battle--and then the pleasure of victory...in more ways than one.”

A cruel smile curled the child’s lips as Keron nodded. “Now go,” ordered Mora. “Go and bring back the Blue Ranger.”

With that, the Black “Ranger” teleported to his target. Mora leaned back in her chair, getting chills as she awaited her creature’s return.

****

Sky breathed awkwardly, even as he kept moving. Every now and then he looked down at his leg wound, not liking the looks of it each time. The wound opened wider, continuing to bleed; hence why he had needed Sydney’s help to rise to his feet during the battle. Sky thought his leg was about to break. Though thankfully the bone was not broken, it was most likely bruised.

The cut did not help matters. Sky wished that Sydney was closer to his position; he would have willingly swallowed his pride to ask for help. However, because of the monster’s howl, all of the Rangers’ communicators were offline. Sky looked back to the fight, which was winding down. Fortunately for the Rangers’, there was a park near the homes that the Rangers escaped to; they spread out, making it near-impossible for the awkward monster to chase them--let alone find them in the brush.

But Sky would not give up. He leaned against tree after tree as he hobbled to his position.

Sky noticed that the air grew heavier; and felt the wind suddenly pick up. Without warning, a black lighting bolt struck a few scant feet from the Blue Ranger. Sky blinked in amazement that a man, rather than a hideous monster, stood before him.

A Black Ranger? No way.... said Sky to himself.

The Black Ranger kept still with his arms crossed in front of his chest; not even a greeting was given.

Sky started. “Are you from the command center?” he asked. “...you must be. I’m Tate, I’m sure Doggie gave you the data sheets....”

Sky laughed nervously, nodding his head as he waited for the Black Ranger to identify himself--and help him, as he was wounded. However, only creepy silence was given; and nothing was detected on Sky’s scanner readout.

“So...you’re a Ranger?” continued Sky. “I never knew SPD had a black one....”

Of course, stranger things than keeping data from Sky happened in the base. Like a White Ranger being sent from the future who, unable to hold a physical form, must travel as a blue ball of light when not transformed into a Power Ranger.

“You must come with me.” said the mysterious Black Ranger at length.

Warning signals went off in Sky’s ears as the Ranger spoke. His voice was eerie to say the least, and something so haunting that Sky thought his ears were bleeding. Sky straightened up as best he could without wincing in pain, readying himself with a less-than graceful fighting stance.

The Blue Ranger shook his fist at the stranger, bobbing his head in anger. “Who are you!?” he demanded. The Black Ranger remained silent.

Sky glared at the visitor. “What do you want?” Again, only silence.

The Blue Ranger took out his gun, but before he could fire a shot, his wrist was twisted near the breaking point; the Black Ranger suddenly only a few inches away from him. Visor to visor, the Blue Ranger struggled to escape the hold, yet found that his other hand was bound by one of the wires from the Black Ranger’s helmet. Both of Sky’s wrists were pulled painfully above his head, held together with one wire. Sky was forced to drop the gun, and when he tried to shout for help the second wire wrapped itself firmly around his neck.

Sky was having a hard enough time breathing due to the hard battle and the loss of blood; even many minutes later, it still felt to him as though no air could reach his lungs. With his fear of either a broken neck or death by asphyxiation, Sky made a strangled noise as he tried to break free. The Blue Ranger tried to kick out, but the Black Ranger’s leg came between his own, hindering any and all movement Sky could have managed.

Fear shot through Sky as the Black Ranger started looking him up and down; as though he had become a trophy fish to be admired for a moment. In a sense Sky was a trophy, but far better than any fish. Keron had lived for two hours, yet like all the other monsters Mora created, he already knew everything. He knew that if enough pressure was applied to a human’s throat, air would not fill the lungs, and the brain would die from lack of oxygen. If the brain is dead, so is the human. Keron also knew that if a human heart came in contact--or was pierced--with a foreign, that it also meant the end of life for a human. A human body was not invincible, therefore it could not be broken too much; there would be no way to repair it--in some places. The pain Keron detected from the human’s wrist could be repaired if broken. Analyzing a human was basic.

But there was something else. Keron noticed the scent of the human change. At first it was relief from seeing someone that resembled him, who gave the appearance of help. Then it changed to fear after Keron spoke; human body language was as simple to read as human physiology. It went from relaxed to stiff. Mora gave a scent of power...and flowers. He guessed the flower scent came from her hair. But his human was much different, in a way Keron could not quite define....

Keron looked down and saw the blood steadily seep down the human’s leg. As it was his first time seeing blood, Keron was intrigued, and wanted a better look. Both of Keron’s hands were free; the monster put one hand on the Blue Ranger’s hip--making the human boy flinch--and Keron plunged his other hand into the wound.

Sky cried out from the pain and shock, gritting his teeth as the wire tightened slightly. Keron’s long fingers probed Sky’s leg for a moment, and the monster moved his fingers around to discover where the blood came from. He pulled out a blood vessel.

“What are you doing!?” screamed Sky through his pain. “Let me go!”

The Black Ranger paid no heed to his captive, and brought bloodied fingers up to his visor. Sky also saw the monster’s fingers--coated with his own blood. Keron’s visor read out the composition of the blood.

55% PLASMA
44% RED BLOOD CELLS
1% WHITE BLOOD CELLS
BLOOD TYPE: O

...nothing to interesting, Keron mused. The boy before him shivered, although the outside temperature was ideal for a human.

“Well...? What are you waiting for...? Kill me now,” spat Sky, “but don’t play with me like I’m your pet hamster or science project.”

Kill means to stop the being of something that is alive. To make something once living, dead. Those were not my orders. And why would he want to stop living? wondered Keron. Wouldn’t he rather beg for mercy that he might have the slightest chance to live?

Mora was right, concluded the monster, humans are selfish. Keron shook his head as he touched his blood-covered fingers together over and over.

“I have orders,” stated Keron aloud. “And nowhere in those orders do they state that I eliminate the Blue Ranger. Like I said before: you must come with me.”

“Oh, no I’m not!” Sky managed to kick the invaders shin, knocking Keron off balance. Though it helped to get his body moving, Sky had forgotten about his bound hands; the pain from his wounded leg helped not one bit.

Keron lifted Sky five feet into the air, then slammed him down hard into the ground; the Blue Ranger did not stir again. The wires reeled Sky in until Keron held the human in his arms. Sky was still breathing, so Keron was satisfied. Cradling his new captive, Keron teleported back to base, leaving no sign he was ever there.

***

The other four Rangers--scuffed, tired, sore, and messy--waited for their teammate to return. The dog/trash can monster was slowly catching up to them, so the Rangers had plenty of time to catch their breaths.

“What’s taking Sky...so long?” Z heaved and placed her hands on her knees.

“Yeah.... I know he was hurt, but he shouldn’t be taking this long....” Sydney saw the wound on Sky’s leg before she dashed off, and winced. He still should be here by now, she thought, worried about her long-time fellow cadet.

Jack turned his head left and right; expecting Sky to emerge from the brush at any moment, waving in his usual manner.

Yet Sky did not appear, and the Red Ranger began to worry. “I don’t like the looks of this, guys,” he said.

“You don’t think that dog thing-a-majig got to him, do ya?” asked Bridge.

Jack shook his head. “No way. If that thing can barley waddle, there’s no way in hell it could take out Sky. If he doesn’t come here in five minutes, we’ll start searching for him.”

The Rangers nodded and tried to get themselves back together. The stupid monster howled again.

*****

“Wow.... They’re so...ugly up close.” Mora was examining the Blue Ranger as if he were a rat that just got its neck broken in a trap. She ran one of her hands down his helmet, feeling a large dent in the back of it.

“I saw that he didn’t put up much of a fight,” the girl mused.

Keron shook his head to confirm his mistress’ words; watching his creator poke, prod, and touch their captive.

“No weapons I presume?” Mora continued.

“No, my lady,” answered Keron. “I took all that was working.”

“Good...communicators off? No teleportation pack? Ability turned off?”

Keron nodded “yes” to all the questions. “The Ranger will not be leaving of his own free will, I assure you.”

Mora squealed a bit, in ecstatic delight. “Good! Oh, good!” Her dark eyes scanned the Ranger’s unconscious body.

“And you understand what to do know, yes...?” This was the part Mora wanted. Keron nodded once more. “Very well; I’ll let you get to it, then....”

Mora created a chair for her to sit in, taking off her shoes. She wiggled her toes and giggled.

Mora's favorite toy bunny went between her legs; she whispered to it, “Remember Bun-Bun, this is just between you and me.... Emperor Gruumm isn’t to know about this. Ok?”

She looked at Keron who tilted his head at her. “What? Its perfectly healthy to talk to inanimate objects.”

Keron grabbed the Ranger, pulled him up to the table, and laid him down. He settled between the Ranger’s legs, resting his own weight on his knees and pulling the Blue Ranger’s legs onto either side of him. Mora wanted them to be higher than the floor so she could have a good view; the table would do. Mora thought about having them in her own bed; but remembering that she was turned into a child, she knew the bed would break under the weight of two mature males.

“When he comes to,” said Mora, “I don’t want him able to fight back.”

Keron had a belt handy (A.N. don’t ask why, he just does!); he looped it around the Blue Ranger’s forearms--binding the boy’s arms behind his back--and strapped them in place. The Ranger would be unable to loose this binding--unlike other times when captors just used rope.

Keron reached to undo the humans helmet and pull it off, but Mora screamed and stood from her chair.

“NO!” she demanded. “I want the helmet on--yours, too. I don’t want to see the Ranger’s face when he cries for mercy.”

Keron shrugged. That was no problem for him.

Sky moaned, his head spinning as he remembered what happened. After shaking his head Sky focused his eyes, and saw a ceiling he never did before. Also, nothing registered on his view screen, not even the time. That meant his systems were offline, which was not a good sign.

Sky frowned when he felt a big mass between his legs, and sat up. Two things rushed to his mind. The Black Ranger he had encountered earlier was in front of him, and his arms were bound behind his back. Sky gasped in fear when he realized he was not on Earth at all, but on a table inside an alien spacecraft.

He noticed slight movement in the corner of his vision and saw...her! “Mora! What’s going on?!” Sky demanded.

All she did was smile; Keron pushed the frightened Ranger back down. Sky snapped his head to see the Black Ranger look down at him, then back to Mora.

“A lot is about to happen,” grinned Mora wickedly to her bound captive. “So I suggest you get comfortable--like me--and enjoy the ride.”

Sky liked not one word of the evil little girl’s sentence. He figured that he was going to be dissected so Emperor Gruumm would have little jars of Ranger for his collection; but that thought went away when the Black Ranger buried his head into the soft space between Sky’s neck and shoulders, then told him to be quiet.

Sky blinked at the Black Ranger. “What?”

Keron’s hand slowly traced the outline of Sky’s figure, causing a reaction that made Sky’s skin crawl. Sky let out a sharp breath as he tried to get Keron off him. Keron was heavier, pinning Sky in place, but the teenager continued his squirming. One of Keron’s hands went to the base of Sky’s spine, lifting him up; the other hand slid up and down Sky’s left thigh.

“What are you doing!?” Sky stared at his captor, confused and frightened. “Stop!”

The Black Ranger hushed Sky and kept moving. None of Sky’s training as a cadet had prepared him for this--or for what came next. He yelped when his rear end was cupped and stroked. Spandex had to be the worst fabric in the existence of man. It shielded nothing--and hid nothing for that matter.

“Go slower, Keron.” said Mora.

Keron’s only response to the order was to provoke a harsh noise from Sky as he obeyed. Keron’s own body began to slowly rub against Sky’s; the monster pulled the youth closer to feel the human’s heat.

Sky tried to kick out, failing miserably; instead, he got more weight pressed down onto his hip.

“Don’t touch me,” hissed Sky.

“I get to have my own fun. Besides,” Mora stated, “this is for always beating me.”

She really was evil. Keron’s wires grabbed Sky’s ankles, pulled them high into the air to part his legs, and rested Sky’s legs on his shoulders. The Black Ranger was now nestled right where he wanted to be, already feeling the Blue Ranger’s small erection forming. Stroking was all fine and good, but doing so on cloth was no fun for him.

Keron got a grip on the cloth near Sky’s abdomen and ripped off part of the Blue Ranger’s uniform. Sky screamed, jumping up in an attempt to shield his body; but Keron pushed him back down, giving Mora a good look. She nodded; Sky noticed that the girl sat on tip toes, one hand diving beneath her dress.

Sky thought he was going to throw up.

Keron’s cold, metallic hands reached between Sky’s legs; Sky felt his mind not only close to breaking, but also clouded and hazy. No expression could be seen from either Ranger because of the dark visors; when Sky’s head flew back, Mora guessed he was biting his tongue from screaming out.

This was unheard of to Sky. He knew that when a girl liked a guy enough, she would do this to him...or something like it. Sky never had a girlfriend because he was totally focused on either school or training. He remembered some of his officers warning about enemy torture, where they did nasty things to get the information they wanted.

But this.... From what Sky could tell, this was neither torture nor beating to get information out of him...or was it?

“I-I won’t tell you anything.” If I won’t talk they’d have no use for me. Better death, thought Sky as he defied his captors, than this.

Mora smiled. As though I’d have any use for knowing how your guns work. I don’t care.

She thought it would be more fun to ignore the Ranger’s words, either to enrage him or drive him crazy with fear and lust. Mora let out a small sigh, her hand slowly pinching the insides of her own folds, and continued to watch.

Keron moved his cold fingers along Sky’s length, causing the boy to twitch. Sky refused to stay down, pushing himself up; Mora motioned “OK” and Keron brought the boy closer. Sky let his forehead rest on the creature’s chest, and to say Sky was limber would be an understatement. He was a Power Ranger after all. So--with his spine almost straight in a sitting position, all his weight resting on his collarbone, his legs over Keron’s shoulder, and his hands tied behind his back--Sky could only pathetically moan as Keron moved his hand faster. Sky bucked wildly, his entire focus on the area between his legs as he was taken over the edge in violent climax.

As the haze of orgasm cleared from Sky's mind, he mentally argued with himself. He would neither scream nor cry, though he really wanted to. Sky would not give these villains that satisfaction. Taking his time, Keron pulled out a vial, using its contents to lubricate Sky’s opening. Sky tensed, hissing at the odd intrusion of two fingers, but was unable to escape as they entered him. It was such an odd feeling--not flesh but alien metal--and Sky hated it.

He started to wish that Jack was here to rescue him, but saw no chance of that happening. Mora was going to have her fun, and his teammates would never know. Not that he wanted his leader to see him like this--in an utter state of humiliation and embarrassment.

That gave Sky an idea though. “My friends will come. The Rangers won’t let me die.”

Mora’s non-answering began to annoy Sky. His bluff failed, and Keron continued to probe Sky intimately. A third finger from the phony Ranger choked Sky’s argument; the youth instead gasped and twitched from the latest painful intrusion.

"Just be a good boy and submit." whispered Keron seductively as he pressed his own member at Sky's opening.

Sky tensed at the slow penetration; Keron was taking his time and Sky could not understand why. If this is an enemy, wouldn’t this Black Ranger just rape me fast and leave me to die? he thought. Or rape and kill me without another thought? This isn’t fair!

With one swift thrust, Keron ripped through any barriers and was in. Sky cried out in agony despite the earlier preparation; it still felt as if he was going to be torn apart. Keron stopped once inside the boy to give Sky's body time to adjust.

Mora gasped sharply, both of her hands working underneath her dress. The bunny doll flopped back and forth between her legs as she continued to move herself.

"Calm down, Ranger...” she panted. “It will only hurt more if you struggle...."

“...please, s-stop..." pleaded Sky. " I don't--I don’t think I can take this...anymore....”

Keron hissed at Sky, ordering the youth to be quiet, and pulled himself out slowly before thrusting back in. Whatever caused this pleasurable sensation to course through Keron, he did not know. Yet the monster was about to pass out from the amazing warmth, the incredibly wonderful feel of being inside Sky. Keron panted heavily, moaning every time he moved within the young Ranger.

Sky clenched his teeth, hissing in pain. This was not what he had thought would happen, and he wondered how it had gotten so far. He was fighting a monster--a near-everyday event--but instead of beating it, then going home to a warm, soothing bath for his aching bruises--he was here.

Sky's mind raced in confusion, his mind desperately crying but his body unwilling to listen. Sky continued bucking against Keron, and he hated himself for that. Keron's rhythm began a steady increase that caused Sky's smaller frame to rock back and fourth beneath the larger man. Keron held Sky's hips, ramming himself deep into the boy; he hoped to strike that certain spot which would drive Sky wild with lust. How did Keron know of this spot? The same way he learned that when one of his wires touched Sky’s member, wrapping itself around the youth's penis, that it felt like burning liquid to the Blue Ranger.

Judging from Sky's cry, he had found it and made sure to strike it with each thrust. Sky's cries were pained, the youth unable to think of anything but the sensations the Black Ranger wrought throughout his body.

Keron came within Sky, drawing out a second orgasm from the boy; who collapsed into a boneless heap on the table. Sky looked up at Keron and tried to catch his breath. He felt strange; dizzy and powerless, as though he could disappear if he merely closed his eyes. Sky kept his eyes open, however; whenever he shut his eyes, tears leaked out and continued to flow. Again, he thanked whatever was up there that he had a visor to shield his face.

Seconds later Mora also cried out-- in the same high pitch Sky did--and flew back into the chair. Keron watched the girl as she almost fell over. The bunny dropped to the floor; its back had a bit of...a shiny, wet bit of something on it, which matted its fur.

Keron removed his wire from around the Blue Ranger’s ankles, and Sky’s legs fell gracelessly to the table with a loud thud. The monster took the other wire off Sky’s manhood, which was still covered in a substance Keron had not seen before. The ersatz Black Ranger looked down, seeing a mixture of the same thick, white liquid on his wire and blood--like the kind from Sky’s leg--spread out on the table. Both things were on Keron as well.

Mora took the chair arm, and pulled herself to her feet. She stepped over her bunny, leaned down in front of the Blue Rangers face, and smiled.

“Thank you. I haven’t gotten off like that since I was...nine. Hehe.” Mora looked up at Keron, who seemed pleased with himself. “Good job, Keron. You did that perfectly.”

Keron leaped off the table, tucked himself in, and bowed. “Thank you,” he said. He looked over to his unwilling partner.

“Oh, him? Don’t worry about him; he’s none of our concern now. The emperor Gruumm will deal with him.”

Sky had just enough strength to curl into a ball as he lay on his side. His helmeted forehead touched his knees; and he lay still for the rest of the day, and all through the night.

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I just went on the net and found the Power Ranger Data Base...and wow. The Rangers refuse to die. There are 11 seasons now, and already a 12th one is on its way! Woot! So, since there are so many possibilities of different things I’m going to make more chapters. One for each season. Poor, poor Rangers....*Evil laugh* Ok, next up--Dino Thunder!

Right...Sky...Uh. Well he gets rescued somehow. They always save each other in the end. =P

P.S.
A billion thanks to my beta, Anubis C. Soundwave, for making this story readable. You never now how bad your grammar is until someone else fixes it. ^_^ Thanks Anubis!