Sorry this took so long. I tried to make this chapter extra-long to make up for the delay. Life you know gets in the way of creation sometimes. Thank you to talyah johnson for posting so many reviews. And thank you to all my other reviewers and readers. You make this story fun to write.
Also after much thought I decided to change the Zedd, Billy and Kim into a much tamer scene than I originally had planned. Seriously it would have been pushing past the teen rating if I had left it like I wanted too. Zedd was going to enjoy them too much to keep it teen.
Also for those who think Tommy could not have been beaten, in the search for the Zeo crystal when Zedd fights Tommy he is more than a match for the ranger. The fight only ends in a stalemate when Tommy gets in a lucky shot and breaks Zedd's staff.
********************************Billy and Kim's Room****************************
"You mean to tell me all this time!? You dorks were the power rangers!" Bulk accused pointing his finger at the teens. For once in his life he knew without a doubt he had gotten it right.
Kimberly and Billy just looked at each other. They were caught. Bulk snorted. "Well? Are you going to tell us the truth or not?"
"Yeah…we…were the power rangers." Billy said after a moment, his voice soft with sadness. They were breaking one of the rules Zordon had given them but it didn't matter now. The earth was gone and they didn't have any powers left. Zordon was probably gone too.
"No way!" Skull exclaimed before looking over at Bulk. "We treated them so badly, and they still saved us as the rangers so many…" but Bulk wasn't listening. Both of his hands were in fists.
"Why! Why did you abandon us?" Bulk cried out, accusing the former rangers of neglect. "All of Angel Grove! You just left us to be slaughtered like sheep."
Billy narrowed his eyes at the living toy. His nostrils flared with anger. "We failed! Is that enough for you? Our powers failed! We lost to Lord Zedd! Zack's head was crushed on some rocks; Trini was torn apart, ALIVE! And Jason was decapitated! His head taken clean off! You have no idea what I have gone through just to keep going this long. What Kim and I have gone through! How we have...submitted." The word tasted bitter in his mouth but he continued. "And I will be damned if I let you talk to me like you did on earth!" Billy was shaking with anger now. His face red with rage, the tendons in his neck pulsing. Kimberly was crying softly. She didn't like this Billy. Skull was gently patting her hand, with his small wooden one, trying to reassure her. He didn't blame them for anything even if Bulk did.
Silence filled the room as Billy and the Bulk puppet just looked at each other. "But Bulk if their powers failed…?" Skull whispered letting his words hang in the room. It was a tense moment.
The rotund doll looked away. So maybe he hadn't grown up that much. He should have controlled his temper more. Without powers Billy and Kim were just...human, just kids really, just like Skull and Bulk…and these were inhumane monsters. He and Skull had already seen firsthand what Rita could do and Zedd…he felt bad for not trying to protect Kimberly when Zedd had been touching her but what could he do? Her fear had hung in the air but he had been too afraid of being sent back to the toy room. Bulk looked up into Billy's strong blue eyes. "I'm sorry Billy." He said after a moment.
Billy nodded but said no more, getting up and going to work on his computer. Putting his chair back, Billy rubbed at his eyes and sighed. God, where had that rage come from? He hadn't had an outburst of uncontrollable emotion like that since his mother died years ago. It felt so unlike him.
Kimberly wiped her eyes and settled down. She knew she had yet to really mourn the loss of her friends. Even though two months had past, she just couldn't face it yet. She just couldn't.
Skull moved over to Bulk. "Bulk?" he asked.
Bulk looked over at Billy's back. "Really...I am sorry." He called to the former blue ranger. His voice was sincere.
Billy dropped his shoulders and sighed again. "I know, now let's see about possibly getting you and Skull changed back."
"Really? You mean it?" Skull hopped off the bed and ran over to Billy's chair. Billy looked down at the once bully who use to help make his life a daily nightmare. That seemed so long ago and Billy was never one to hold a grudge, he smiled. "Yeah, I mean it."
***************************Temple of Ninjor*****************************
Tommy blinked adjusting his eyes to the light then he broke into a huge grin. "Zordon!" Tommy's voice was full of relief. Tears were in his eyes, as he embraced his mentor.
"Oh my dear boy, my dear green ranger...my son." Zordon whispered as he held Tommy tightly. Tommy held his mentor back but with great care. Zordon felt so frail in his arms.
"Had I known it was you, oh Tommy. How did you get here?" Zordon asked. He truly couldn't believe his eyes. He felt bad now for wanting the runner of the jungle to fail.
Tommy opened his mouth to speak when Ninjor interrupted him. "Hello? Do you want the powers you have earned or not? I don't have all day."
Tommy turned to the robot looking blue ninja. "Yes, I have to save my friend. I have to go up against Zedd."
"Tommy you know then?" Zordon asked his voice so stoic.
Tommy nodded. "Yes, that's why I needed these powers. I..."
"Then step forward ranger and claim your powers." Ninjor spoke loudly, again interrupting. Zordon nodded and Tommy did as he was told. There was a bright golden glow and a golden falcon came out of the stone with a cry of flight. It circled Tommy three times before entering his chest. Tommy morphed and when the light settled he gleamed in new armor.
"Oh wow, Zedd you better watch out. I'm coming for you." In his excitement Tommy went to teleport when...
"Tommy Oliver! You power down this instant!" Zordon shouted, Tommy startled and lost his balance slightly. Zordon had never yelled at him before, not like that. He obeyed powering down without hesitation.
"What's wrong Zordon?" he asked.
Zordon sighed. "Tommy I can't blame you wanting to go against Zedd but do you have a plan? Beating Zedd will take more than just brute strength. It will take cunning."
Tommy looked down at the ground embarrassed. No, he didn't have a plan. He was just so caught up in the surge of powers and the thought of helping Billy he wasn't thinking rationally.
"I'm sorry Zordon." Tommy said sounding like a scolded child.
"No apology needed, now tell me your story and we will think of something together." Zordon sat on a pillow. Tommy sat on another pillow across from his mentor.
Ninjor grumbled slightly, "Well since no one is listening to me, I just gave you awesome powers is all, but if you are staying...I'll make tea." Ninjor seemed to pout as he moved to the back part of the temple.
"Well..." Tommy began, "It all started when you called me to help the others when the morphing grid failed..."
So Tommy talked while Zordon sipped tea. Ninjor pretended not to be listening but he was. When Tommy finished his whole story Zordon set his tea cup down and sighed.
"Tommy, I have to tell you something but you must swear to me you will not run off without a second thought." Zordon was so stern, Tommy swallowed hard. Whatever he was going to say was serious.
Tommy nodded. "I swear." He crossed his heart for emphasis.
Zordon looked to the sky, hoping for strength from some unseen force of good. "Kimberly is alive."
Tommy's jaw dropped. "Wha...what?" he stammered starting to shake slightly but with adrenaline or fear for her or love or worry, he did not know what made him shake.
"Listen to my tale and listen well." Zordon began telling all he knew.
**************************Dark Hallway**********************************
Adam couldn't stop the tears. They came like a river from his eyes, dripping down his chin and landing on the floor. He tried to force them away, he tried to have hope but with each step away from Rocky and Aisha he felt his heart break more and more.
He sniffed and sobbed, pushed onward cruelly with jabs and hits by the putties. He was at least thankful the putties had allowed him to put his pants on again. So he could hide his naked form. Suddenly the wall at the end of the tunnel shifted and bright light flooded the dully light hallway. Not only light but an amazing smell on warm air drifted to him. It smelled so good. Adam's tummy growled. It had been so long since he last ate. As he entered behind Squatt and Baboo he couldn't believe this place. It was a kitchen but unlike anything he had seen before.
It was huge with everything from wood burning ovens to the latest cooking technology. There were so many humans around as well as monsters and putties. They were all working together but it seemed strange. Most of the humans didn't seem upset. They seemed almost happy in their various works. As Adam was pushed along he passed plate after place of some of the most amazing food he has ever seen. Roast lamb, whole pigs, beef, quail, seafood, everything he could ever dream of was only inches from his fingers. God he was so hungry. How long had it been since his last real meal? The humans working here looked pretty well fed.
Baboo stopped by a human who was screaming at some putties about their incompetence. The putties were cowering at this human and hurried off to correct there mistake. "Master Chef? We brought a new worker for the pans."
"Yeah, he's strong. He'll work good." Squatt said wiping his ever present drool.
The older blond human in a chef jacket gave Adam a side long glance. 'What's your name?" he asked with a British accent.
"A...Adam." Adam replied feeling so unsure of his surroundings.
The human snorted, almost disgusted. "He'll do." The man reached over and grabbed a hunk of white cheese and a chunk of fresh bread; wrapping them quickly in butcher paper. "Take him to the wash room." He ordered shoving the paper covered food into Adam's hands. "But...wait..." Adam started to say but it was too late the putties herded him through the rest of the kitchen and out another door that lead down a narrow stone stair case. It was a long staircase and when Adam reached the bottom Baboo spoke to him. "Now clean." Was all he said before they all returned the way they had come. The stone door at the top of the stairs shutting with a thud that echoed all around.
Adam took a moment to look around the vast room. The room was somewhat well lit but Adam couldn't find any source of light. Maybe something on the ceiling, like florescent lights or something he couldn't see. It looked like some kind of giant cave. The walls were perfectly smooth. Adam took a moment to touch the wall. He hasn't seen stone walls this smooth anywhere else. The floor was cobble stones, with puddles between them here and there. Some kind of blue algae grew in the shallow puddles. The whole room felt so wet. But the room had something else. Everywhere Adam looked there were spoons, dishes, pots, pans, forks, platters, knives, every cooking thing he could imagine and in every size and shape. Some of the stew pots were so big he could almost crawl fully into them.
And it was all dirty. Baboo words came back into his mind like a taught. "Now clean." Adam was about to cry again for the sheer daunting task ahead of him, when he heard a soft noise, barely above the sound of a bug walking on a window pane. Adam had very good hearing, even when he was younger. It was soft sound but...no he was sure, someone else was down here and they were crying.
On guard Adam slowly and silently tried to follow the sound. It lead him through a maze of pots, pans and utensils until he came to a very large black kettle. It was turned on its side and the soft noise was coming from inside the pot.
With great care Adam lowered himself to look into the vessel. What he saw broke his heart. Pulled tightly against the back bottom of the pot was a kid. His knees were drawn to his chin and quiet sobs of sadness shook his small frame. His brown hair was long and covered his face because of how he was sitting so hunched in on himself.
"Hey." Adam called gently to the child.
The boy's head snapped up and frightened blue eyes met Adam's dark brown ones. The boy whimpered and clutched at a dish rag Adam hadn't seen him holding before. A split second later boy began to furiously scrubbing the cloth on several brown stains at the bottom of the pot. "I'm cleaning!" He shrieked with a desperate plea in his voice. "See? Please...I'm working...please...don't hurt me...please..." he begged quietly scrubbing harder and faster.
Adam swallowed a lump in his throat. This kid was beyond terrified of him. Maybe even beyond rational thought. "I won't hurt you." Adam assured, reaching his hand into the pot.
The boy looked back at his outstretched hand but kept working. Adam sighed, and thinking for a moment, he decided to try and coax him out. "I have some food. Are you hungry?"
Now the kid stopped working and truly looked at Adam. He wiped his nose with the back of his hand. "I...what would you want in return?" the boy asked. Justin was aware that food came at a price. It just depended on how horrible a man this new person was. Justin had already done so much it made him gag to think about it, but he had made his father a promise to survive as long as he could. No matter what he was made to do. No matter how he was used or abused.
"You won't owe me anything okay? Just maybe you could tell me what this place is?" Adam asked.
Justin raised an eyebrow but slowly crawled out of the pot. Adam back away slightly so he wouldn't be too scared. The kid was in tan shorts but there were fraying around the hem and very dirty. His blue tee shirt was also getting raggedy from the constant wetness this room seemed to have. He was barefoot, just like Adam was. His hair was almost too long for him to see. His face was round but the cheeks had the hollowness of starvation beginning to show. Kid probably had less to eat than he did in the crystal mines.
"This is the wash room. The putties dump the dirty stuff here and I clean it." Justin said matter of fact.
"You clean all this?" Adam gestured to the mound of items around them. "All by yourself?"
Justin felt tears well up in his eyes and he looked down to hide them, shaking his head no. "I...I use to have help...I'm alone now. Just me to clean it all, but if chef sent you to punish me for being slow...you must know that already."
Adam sighed. "No one sent me to punish you. I was told to clean."
Justin looked up. "I guess you're the replacement then." Justin grabbed another rag and held it out, tentatively, to Adam.
"Replacement for who?" Adam asked taking the rag.
Justin couldn't stop the tears this time as they dripped down his cheeks. "For my dad..."
*****************************Another Dark Hallway************************
Rocky and Aisha walked side by side down the dark hallway. They had stopped trying to fight the putties that had taken them. Rocky glanced at Aisha and wished the gold lion ape would have at least let her have taken a towel to cover herself with. He was just as naked as she was but he was thankful he only had one part to cover. She had two areas of privacy that needed to be covered. No words where said as they moved up and up in the castle. Suddenly a putty dashed forward from the other side of the hall and whispered something to Goldar. He growled and then sighed.
"Change of plans. Zedd is…occupied. You will not be presented to him tonight in the harem." Goldar said with a grunt.
They began to move again. Rocky and Aisha looked at each other as they came to a set of orange an golden doors. Putties pulled the great doors open and light flooded the hall. Aisha and Rocky blinked at the light before being pushing into the room. There were plush pillows everywhere, low mahogany tables, beautiful light sconces, silks hanging from the light orange walls, there was a great throne in the center and it was a comfortable temperature. It was so beautiful Aisha felt she would cry.
Rocky sniffed the air and frowned. It smelled of weed, sex and incense. All smells he knew from his unhappy childhood. His eyes took no pleasure in the vast comfort around them now.
Goldar clapped his hands. "Attend me!" he shouted. From a room on the right and a room on the left several people came out, both male and female. Some awkwardly adjusting clothes, some looking half asleep, they seemed surprised at Goldar's arrival.
"These are replacements and they are a surprise. Treat them well, teach them what is expected and do not let them go before Zedd until I present them." Goldar commanded.
"Yes master Goldar." Came the reply from all who stood there. Rocky watched as the women curtsied to Goldar, the few men present bowed low. Goldar snorted, turned on his heels and left, the door closing with a thud.
Aisha and Rocky stood naked in front of the people of the harem. "Um...hi." Rocky said flushing with a blush of shyness, all too aware of his body on display. It was only for a moment though before a man handed him a piece of silk to cover himself with. An older woman with wrinkled tan skin wearing a hijab, did the same for Aisha.
"You have to come with us now." She said in a thick accent, taking Aisha's hand. Aisha yanked her hand violently away from the women's grasp. The women sighed. "You do not have a choice."
"Sexes aren't allowed to mix." The guy who had brought Rocky the fabric said.
"Except during play time!" An idiot male called from the back. "Am I right ladies?" He swung his hips in a rotation motion.
Some of the females groaned and turned back to go into their side of the harem. "Best say your goodbyes for now. You'll both be punished if found out here together. Don't worry. You will see your friend again." The older women warned.
Rocky put his hands on Aisha's shoulders and leaned into her ear whispering. "Do whatever you have to, to survive and I'll do the same. Be strong Aisha." With that Rocky pulled away and turned to follow the men. Aisha watched for a moment before turning back to the old woman and walking towards the large opening. Only when she stepped through did she see a shimmer of light that let her pass.
"That's the security system. No male can go through this doorway; same for you if you tried to enter their side. Now let me look at you." The older woman began studying her. Aisha held still as the women circled her. "Not bad. Do you have any talents?"
Aisha only blinked at the women. The women pinched the bridge of her nose and mumbled in a language Aisha didn't understand. "Talents girl. Can you sing? Or dance? Tell stories? Play an instrument? Anything."
Aisha shook her head. "Not really."
The women sighed. "I am Aabish, mother of the harem girls and teacher. Here you will be instructed on how to please and how to submit to our Lord's whims. You will learn soon enough what is expected and you will learn quickly. Death awaits those who are slow to learn." The women moved and Aisha got a look at the room. There were a few candles burning but the room was darker. Many of the other girls has stopped watching or listening and had settled back down onto the plush and giant cushions to sleep. Some of them cuddled together, others slept far apart from anyone else. They all were covered with random sheets of colored silk, making the floor look like a lumpy rainbow. Aabish moved to a tall wooden cabinet and opened it. "Let's find you something to wear for now." She began to pull out random shorts and tops. "Too small, too big…won't suit your skin tone. Ah! Here we go. Put these on." She instructed handing Aisha a pair of daffodil yellow shorts and a light yellow tee shirt. Aisha dropped the silk she was holding and got dressed quickly.
Aabish nodded at her. "Now get some sleep. Your instruction will begin later." The older women walked away to her sleeping spot and settled down. Aisha looked around the room for a place to settle down. There were a few empty cushions but they felt too out in the open for her liking. For a moment she debated sneaking out to try and see Rocky but that felt too high risk right now. She didn't have a real understanding of this place yet. Aisha sighed and finally found a spot that was open near the back corner. There was a blonde girl about her own age sleeping there but she was alone and there was space. Quietly Aisha settled down, leaving as much room as possible between her and this other girl.
As her eyes drifted close she couldn't help but enjoy the soft cushioning under her sore body.
*********************************Wash room****************************
Now that he was out in the light Adam could get a good look at the kid. He was covered in bruises, many of them fist shaped and with finger marks, at various levels of healing. Someone had been hurting this kid and often. He also had small red marks on his arms, a splash pattern of burns, probably caused by very hot water.
"Hey, don't cry." Adam said softly. Poor kid had lost his dad and showed all the signs of unending abuse. No wonder he was so afraid. He reached for the young boy to comfort him but he pulled back with a whimper of fright. Adam crouched low, bringing him more at the kid's level. "I lost my family too. My name is Adam. What's yours?"
The boy sniffed and blew his nose into his wash rag. "Justin." He said his voice rough from crying.
Adam began to unwrap the paper covered food. "Well Justin how about we have something to eat?" He broke the bread in half and offered half to the kid. Justin took a hesitant step closer and Adam smiled at him. "I won't hurt you, I promise." Justin looked into his eyes and Adam didn't move. He knew the kid was debating trusting him or not. A moment later, Justin dashed forward, grabbed the bread and back peddled a few steps, though not as far away as before. Justin instantly bit into the hard crust. He ate ravenously but never took his eyes off Adam. Adam felt his heart pang with empathy. Justin was expecting him to take the food away. "I won't take it away. You don't have to eat so fast, you could choke." Adam warned softly.
Justin slowed down his eating and Adam began to eat his half of bread as well. They remained in silence for a bit and when Justin finished his bread he spoke. "Thank you Adam. I was so hungry."
Adam nodded, "You're welcome." He smiled at Justin as he wrapped up what was left of his half of bread. The cheese was still wrapped untouched. The way Justin had eaten made Adam worry. Food might even be more restricted here than in the crystal mines. Suddenly the moisturizer in the air increased.
Adam felt his hair stick to his forehead. "Oh great as if it wasn't already wet enough."
But Justin was paying no attention to him. His eyes were fixed on the far wall. "Run Adam!" He yelled dashing off. Suddenly from a deep crack at the top of the wall, near the ceiling, rushing water busted forth in a torrent.
"Oh geez! What's happening!?" Adam shouted as he grabbed the food and rushed after Justin.
"It's the rinse cycle! Adam over here! Hurry!" Justin called as he began to climb a very narrow and slightly slick path leading up the opposite wall about halfway. Adam followed Justin coming to a small out cropping ledge that reminded him of pride rock. The water was steaming and rising fast. The temperature of the room was also increasing dramatically. Adam realized with horror the water was boiling hot! It stopped rising just a few inches under the ledge they were hiding on. It was still a rolling boil.
"Stay back here Adam, away from the water. It will hurt you, if it splashes." Justin gestured to the burns on his arms.
Adam joined Justin at a small sheltered area of rocks in the back. One of the rocks was cracked and cool, easier to breath air came through. It was like air conditioning. "My dad and I would hide here. It's easier to breath and the water won't splash this far back."
Adam looked around; a small bedding area of rags was the only indication someone lived here. Justin noticed him looking. "They don't keep track of the rags, so I say I lose them or they get too torn to use or washed away and they give my more. The putties I mean."
"What about food?" Adam asked.
Justin shrugged. "Whatever we can scrape off the pots or pans we can have to eat. So scraps. Though after dad …died…Chef did send someone to make sure I was working. And he brought food for a couple of days, but he…made me do things for it." Justin didn't know why he was being so open with Adam, but he felt safe near the older boy. Something about him, just felt safe.
"And if you refused?" Adam asked and Justin merely indicated his bruises. "After a couple of these I stopped refusing and the food was nice to have."
They sat in silence for a few moments. The only sound to be heard was the ocean like roar of the washing water as it pounded the walls of the cave. Adam looked at Justin. The kid must be made of strong stuff to still be kicking but he was still just a kid and still only human. "Hey, want a hug?" Adam asked opening his arms wide.
Justin hesitated for a moment, in distrust, before curling up into Adam's awaiting arms. Adam held the boy gently and rocked. This reminded him so much of when he used to hold and comfort his little sister after she had a nightmare.
After a few minutes Justin went slightly slack and Adam looked down. Justin had fallen asleep.
"Don't worry kid. I'll look after you." Adam whispered. Leaning back against the rocks Adam also closed his eyes. His mind drifted to Rocky and Aisha.
He hoped they were okay.
***************************Hallway toward the throne room*********************
Zedd stumbled drunkenly in the hallway back towards his throne room. How he despised Master Vile and that idiot Rito. Drinking large amounts of dragon wine had been the only thing keeping him from ripping into Master Vile and that would have ended badly for everyone. There were rules. As much as he hated to think about anything that kept him from doing what he wanted. There were rules to be followed in the universe. Even for evil emperors.
Rito and Vile had wanted to see his harem. So Zedd had allowed it but he had no desire to remain there as his toys played and amused his in-laws. As Zedd approached his throne room he had started out as just going there to plan his next evil scheme but now, he did have a desire and the twinkling of crystal stones on a set of doors far to the left caught his attention. Suddenly he was filled with a longing to be with his favorite pets.
In more ways than one…
*****************************Billy and Kim's room******************************
"Anything yet Billy?" Kimberly asked looking at the computer screen Billy had been staring at for the last several hours.
Billy shook his head. "It doesn't make sense Kim. Everything I've analyzed from this spell. Bulk and Skull, they shouldn't be able to move or speak on their own." Billy glanced back to the duo sleeping in the laundry basket. Kim had made it into a soft little bed for them. "I do have a theory. Do you recall how technically bumblebees should be unable to fly?"
Kimberly nodded, "Mrs. Apple mentioned that in environmental science class."
Billy rubbed at his very tired eyes. "The reason they can fly is because they don't know they shouldn't be able too. I think it's the same with Bulk and Skull. They don't know they shouldn't be able to move or talk so they keep acting like they were when they were "alive." Billy did air quotes and Kim yawned but nodded in understanding.
Billy saw the tiredness in her face. He knew he probably looked the same. "It's late…or very early. Let's get some sleep."
"Okay Billy, sweet dreams." Kimberly said patting his shoulder before walked the short distance to her bed. She sighed sitting on the bed she began to take off her sneakers. Ever since they came here to the castle on the moon, time seemed to have stopped. They slept when they were tired, they ate when they were hungry but that was the only sign of any time passing. Kim thought it had been about two months since the earth fell but she couldn't be sure. She couldn't be sure of anything, except Billy. He was the only steady force she had now.
Snuggling under the covers she had just started to drift to sleep when the door banged open with a force that shook the room. With a yelp of fight she sat up. Billy was up as well at the noise. Turning to look Kimberly began to shake. Zedd was leaning in the door frame. A bottle of something in his hand, he outstretched his hand towards her. His silver claws sparkling in the light. "My pets…"
Zedd hiccupped and Billy got to his feet quickly. "My lord…is something the matter?" Billy asked bowing low. Zedd was not acting like he normally did. Kimberly couldn't believe how brave Billy was now. Not like before. He was drawing Zedd's attention away from her. He was protecting her at risk to his own life.
"Billy…" Zedd's voice was dark and he flicked his claws. They glowed red and Billy felt himself lifted off the ground. His eyes widened with fear. Zedd didn't need his staff to do magic! With a slight cry, Billy found himself thrown back onto his bed. He tried to get up but found he was unable to move. His body held down by unseen magical bonds.
"Billy!" Kimberly shouted, drawing Zedd's attention back to her. She was like wise lifted up and laid down on her back on her bed, unable to move. There was a scraping of wood against stone as Kimberly felt her bed move until it was right next to Billy's bed. She turned her head; he was also struggling like she was against the invisible bonds. She opened her mouth to speak to him but no sound came out. He tried the same as they looked at each other. Zedd had robbed them of their voices!
"Shhh…my pets…my…hiccup…precious pets…" Zedd loomed over the helpless teens. Finishing the bottle in his hand Zedd tossed it away, it shattered on the stone floor.
Hands free Zedd began to run his hands down Billy's chest ripping away his shirt from his flesh. "Oh…Billy." He purred. "You are a fine specimen of your species." Zedd caressed him over and over.
Billy squirmed under the touch but could do nothing to protect himself. Zedd rested his hand on Billy's crotch. "I've been, watching my harem toys. You get pleasure here, don't you?" Zedd's hand began to rub over the fabic of Billy's pajama pants.
Billy closed his eyes, willing his body not to react to the contact. Zedd made a tsk, tsk noise. "None of that." He purred at Billy. Making a single claw glow red, he dragged it slowly over Billy's clothed private area. Billy's body jumped and he moaned silently as pleasure filled him. Zedd continued to steady moving his one claw over and over that sensitive area. Billy fought as best he could but after the fifth pass he released into his underwear with a silent scream.
Zedd patted the top of his head, "Good pet." Billy felt dizzy and suddenly very sleepy but he knew Zedd was turning his attention to Kimberly.
There was a ripping of fabric and Kimberly's pink tee shirt was no more. She closed her eyes and looked away. Well aware her chest was on display to Zedd. "Aww firebird, don't be like that…hiccup…where's that smile?" Suddenly Kim's eyes went wide and she gasped. She had expected Zedd to caress her, like he had Billy but not this! Zedd was tickling her! She couldn't move and she had no resistance to this kind of attack and silent laughter flowed from her mouth, she was smiling now, she was helpless not too.
Zedd danced his claws across her belly and wiggled them in between her ribs. The lord of evil's tickle attack was without mercy and a moment later he moved his one hand to Billy's belly so he could tickle his unicorn at the same time as his firebird. The teens were in hysterics.
Zedd pulled his hands away. "There's my firebird's smile…burp…Now sing for me." He drunkenly commanded, making his single claw glow red again. Very rhythmically he tapped a very special spot between Kimberly's legs over her pajama shorts. At the first tap Kim's body jumped and she moaned silently as pleasure washed over her like a wave. It only took four taps. Kimberly's body buckled against the magical bonds and she screamed silently.
Zedd stood over her. "So perfect…" he mumbled caressing her cheek. "My turn…hiccup..." Zedd began to fumble with his metallic cod piece. Kimberly exchanged a horror filled glance at Billy as Zedd struggled and cursed, wobbling dangerous. A moment later he fell face down, right between the two teens onto the bed. One of his arms over each of their chests, his massive legs pinning them. After a moment a loud snore echoed through the room.
"You have got to be kidding me." Kimberly groaned only then realizing her voice was back. The spell was broken. "Billy?" she whispered, afraid of waking Zedd.
"You okay Kim?" He asked quietly and it touched her heart. His first concern was always for her well-being.
"I'm fine I can move again too but, Zedd has me pinned." Kimberly wiggled slightly.
Billy grunted, "Me too. Just try and relax Kim. I'll…think of something." Billy promised, as Zedd continued to snore. Kim nodded and relaxed as much as she could. She knew Billy would think of something.
Ai yi yi yi yi. Such a long chapter. Almost two chapters really. Please review.