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Rating: R
Warnings: explicit sex
Word count: 1,409
Prompt: Power Rangers Dino Thunder, Dr. O/Elsa: Abduction as seduction - "Good girls don't, but I do."
Tommy Oliver struggled at the straps that held him tied securely to an examination table inside Mezagog’s underground lab. “You’ll never get away with this, Mezagog.”
The dinosaur lord grunted, though Tommy thought the sound was supposed to be a muffled laugh. It was hard to believe his old comrade, Anton Mercer turned into this ugly, mutated...thing.
“It’s only a matter of time until the others come looking for you.” Mezagog cocked his head to study Tommy. “And when they do, Dr. Oliver, they’re mine. All mine.”
Tommy’s anger got the best of him and he jerked at the bonds one last, useless time before the dinosaur vanished into a portal and was gone. The Black Ranger knew he’d been in a lot of trouble before...and each time he’d managed to escape. But, this time, he was an adult, relying on a bunch of teenagers that couldn’t even get along to rescue him.
He flopped back against the table with a sigh of resignation. There was always Haley. Maybe she could think of something, somehow coordinate a rescue...
No. No, he couldn’t allow them to endanger themselves by rescuing him. He was their leader and if it came right down to it, he was expendable. They were not. God, I wish Zordon was here. He’d know what to do. I...should never have tried to be something I’m not.
Sometime later, when the lab had grown dark and silent, and he wondered what evil Mezagog had wreaked with his Rangers, Tommy became aware of a presence at the outer fringes of the room. It lurked in the shadows, moved and shifted until he spotted the bipedal form just out of reach, silhouetted between pieces of equipment.
“Who’s there?” he demanded, fully aware that maybe he didn’t want to know.
The form slipped silently between electronics until she stood, strangely mute, just inside the line of light that spilled from small track lights positioned strategically overhead.
“Elsa.” He couldn’t keep the distaste from his voice even though, so far, she’d done him no harm, hadn’t even flung a habitual taunt his direction.
“Dr. Oliver.” She drew closer, taking her time as her eyes studied him from head to foot. “You look surprisingly...” A smile curled her lips. “Tame.”
“Tame?” Tommy bit back the first retort that rose to his lips and resisted the urge to fight the bonds. He already knew they were too secure without his morpher. If he could just get his hands on it, the tide would turn and he’d be on the outside looking in.
“You were surprisingly easy to abduct from your...” Her smile grew predatory. “Natural environment. Something about protecting those...children...” Her nose turned up at the word. “Without compromising your secret identity...did you in.”
She’d never understand so there wasn’t any need in trying to explain why he'd done what he'd done. Instead, he turned away, focusing on a pinprick of light that lit the distant hall. He had to find a way to escape, had to warn the others.
When Elsa’s hand settled on his thigh, her fingers wrapped around the inside of his leg, he couldn’t help but gasp. Not so much from the surprise, but from the sparks of pleasure that made him strain against his pants.
“Good girls don’t tease the prisoners,” he quipped without thinking.
Their eyes met and Elsa’s smile deepened as her fingers slid ever-so-slightly up his leg. "Good girls don't, but I do." She dragged the back of her free hand across Tommy’s cheek before dropping her fingers to clutch at the throat of his shirt. “Do you want to get out of here, or not?”
Tommy’s head bobbed, though it was hard to focus past the strange circular patterns she was tracing on his inner thigh.
“Then just be quiet.” She pressed her lips to his in a kiss that took his breath away. When they parted, she whispered against his ear. “And let me have my way with you.”
“Hey! Hey, wait a...wait a...” Her fingertips traced circles against the fabric over his erection. “Min...ute.”
Releasing him, she threw one leg over his and drew herself onto the table, where she settled on her knees between his outstretched legs. The position made him strangely vulnerable, he realized, and yet, seemed to offer her endless invitation.
The predatory expression dissolved into hunger, which, unsurprisingly, didn’t make Tommy feel any better. The fingers that hovered over his zipper trembled in anticipation. Her eyes closed, her tongue wet her lips as she pulled the tag down slowly. Her body shuddered and the table trembled beneath her.
It was one time Tommy wished he wore underclothes and he flinched as his erection popped out, ready, willing, and more than able. Her eyes snapped open and focused on his quivering length as her fingers curved, claw-like. She dug them into her thighs as she leaned forward, mouth open.
Warm breath teased the tip of his cock, driving a thrill of pleasure deep into Tommy’s groin. He tried to fight it, closed his eyes and willed himself to be strong. But, when her lips closed around the soft, tender foreskin and she sucked him deep into her mouth, every thought of resistance vanished in a wave of pure pleasure that washed over him with enough force to take his breath away.
She was too slow as she eased him in and out of her hot, wet mouth and Tommy found himself thrusting up to meet her, shuddering as his erection grew painful. Her response was to bite down, her lips tight around him, her teeth a gentle scrape, enough to sent mind-boggling tingles racing throughout his body.
Every time he thought he’d come, she backed off. Every time he thought his desire would die, she brought him back, raised him to the brink of ecstasy, only to release him again.
Torture. The word burned in his mind. She’s...ahhhh...uhhhh...tor...tur...ing...me.
He leaked into her mouth until she licked him clean, her tongue surprisingly rough and cat-like. It was all the incentive he needed. The ache in his groin gathered into a spasm of muscles and shot a load straight into her mouth. But, still she sucked insistently, swallowing over and over again as the orgasm drove him into a shiver of delight and he exploded over and over again.
When she freed him at last, he lay spent, eyes closed, body relaxed against the chains that bound him.
“What’s wrong, big boy?” she purred in a voice that spurred him to life. “Not man enough for the challenge?”
Soft leather brushed against his leg as it slid past and hit the floor with a wisp of sound. He peeked at her through his eyelashes. He’d thought her done and yet, he grew hard as he watched her in secret, stripping and tossing her clothes aside.
“Now it’s time to stick to your part of the bargain,” she said with a gleam in her eye.
Not that Tommy could ever remember actually agreeing to her plan, but if it was going to get him released, he was definitely up for it. His cock quivered expectantly.
“That’s better.” She grinned as she unbuttoned his pants, clenched her teeth with a snort as she pushed them over his hips.
And then she was on him and he was in her and she was tighter than any woman he’d ever met. Hotter. Wetter. Grinding around him, drawing him in. It was in mid thrust that she leaned forward to unlock his bonds, her breasts pressing against the thin fabric of his shirt.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and he realized, for the first time, that he could move, that sometime during their love-making, she’d untied his ankles as well. He thought of escaping, of leaving her there tied to the bed where Mezagog would find her for the betraying temptress she was.
Instead, he flipped her and they rolled off the table together, landing in a heap--with him on top--on the floor. He pinned her, strangely aroused by the flash of fear in her eyes. He ground into her, slow, deliberate thrusts as his mouth sought her breasts.
“Maybe we should continue this elsewhere,” she whispered at the sound of a portal.
Tommy grinned down at her, unable to resist one last thrust that sent her into the throes of orgasm. “What do you suggest, Elsa? Your place? Or mine?”
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queenoftheskies Rating: R
Warnings: explicit sex
Word count: 1,409
Prompt: Power Rangers Dino Thunder, Dr. O/Elsa: Abduction as seduction - "Good girls don't, but I do."
Tommy Oliver struggled at the straps that held him tied securely to an examination table inside Mezagog’s underground lab. “You’ll never get away with this, Mezagog.”
The dinosaur lord grunted, though Tommy thought the sound was supposed to be a muffled laugh. It was hard to believe his old comrade, Anton Mercer turned into this ugly, mutated...thing.
“It’s only a matter of time until the others come looking for you.” Mezagog cocked his head to study Tommy. “And when they do, Dr. Oliver, they’re mine. All mine.”
Tommy’s anger got the best of him and he jerked at the bonds one last, useless time before the dinosaur vanished into a portal and was gone. The Black Ranger knew he’d been in a lot of trouble before...and each time he’d managed to escape. But, this time, he was an adult, relying on a bunch of teenagers that couldn’t even get along to rescue him.
He flopped back against the table with a sigh of resignation. There was always Haley. Maybe she could think of something, somehow coordinate a rescue...
No. No, he couldn’t allow them to endanger themselves by rescuing him. He was their leader and if it came right down to it, he was expendable. They were not. God, I wish Zordon was here. He’d know what to do. I...should never have tried to be something I’m not.
Sometime later, when the lab had grown dark and silent, and he wondered what evil Mezagog had wreaked with his Rangers, Tommy became aware of a presence at the outer fringes of the room. It lurked in the shadows, moved and shifted until he spotted the bipedal form just out of reach, silhouetted between pieces of equipment.
“Who’s there?” he demanded, fully aware that maybe he didn’t want to know.
The form slipped silently between electronics until she stood, strangely mute, just inside the line of light that spilled from small track lights positioned strategically overhead.
“Elsa.” He couldn’t keep the distaste from his voice even though, so far, she’d done him no harm, hadn’t even flung a habitual taunt his direction.
“Dr. Oliver.” She drew closer, taking her time as her eyes studied him from head to foot. “You look surprisingly...” A smile curled her lips. “Tame.”
“Tame?” Tommy bit back the first retort that rose to his lips and resisted the urge to fight the bonds. He already knew they were too secure without his morpher. If he could just get his hands on it, the tide would turn and he’d be on the outside looking in.
“You were surprisingly easy to abduct from your...” Her smile grew predatory. “Natural environment. Something about protecting those...children...” Her nose turned up at the word. “Without compromising your secret identity...did you in.”
She’d never understand so there wasn’t any need in trying to explain why he'd done what he'd done. Instead, he turned away, focusing on a pinprick of light that lit the distant hall. He had to find a way to escape, had to warn the others.
When Elsa’s hand settled on his thigh, her fingers wrapped around the inside of his leg, he couldn’t help but gasp. Not so much from the surprise, but from the sparks of pleasure that made him strain against his pants.
“Good girls don’t tease the prisoners,” he quipped without thinking.
Their eyes met and Elsa’s smile deepened as her fingers slid ever-so-slightly up his leg. "Good girls don't, but I do." She dragged the back of her free hand across Tommy’s cheek before dropping her fingers to clutch at the throat of his shirt. “Do you want to get out of here, or not?”
Tommy’s head bobbed, though it was hard to focus past the strange circular patterns she was tracing on his inner thigh.
“Then just be quiet.” She pressed her lips to his in a kiss that took his breath away. When they parted, she whispered against his ear. “And let me have my way with you.”
“Hey! Hey, wait a...wait a...” Her fingertips traced circles against the fabric over his erection. “Min...ute.”
Releasing him, she threw one leg over his and drew herself onto the table, where she settled on her knees between his outstretched legs. The position made him strangely vulnerable, he realized, and yet, seemed to offer her endless invitation.
The predatory expression dissolved into hunger, which, unsurprisingly, didn’t make Tommy feel any better. The fingers that hovered over his zipper trembled in anticipation. Her eyes closed, her tongue wet her lips as she pulled the tag down slowly. Her body shuddered and the table trembled beneath her.
It was one time Tommy wished he wore underclothes and he flinched as his erection popped out, ready, willing, and more than able. Her eyes snapped open and focused on his quivering length as her fingers curved, claw-like. She dug them into her thighs as she leaned forward, mouth open.
Warm breath teased the tip of his cock, driving a thrill of pleasure deep into Tommy’s groin. He tried to fight it, closed his eyes and willed himself to be strong. But, when her lips closed around the soft, tender foreskin and she sucked him deep into her mouth, every thought of resistance vanished in a wave of pure pleasure that washed over him with enough force to take his breath away.
She was too slow as she eased him in and out of her hot, wet mouth and Tommy found himself thrusting up to meet her, shuddering as his erection grew painful. Her response was to bite down, her lips tight around him, her teeth a gentle scrape, enough to sent mind-boggling tingles racing throughout his body.
Every time he thought he’d come, she backed off. Every time he thought his desire would die, she brought him back, raised him to the brink of ecstasy, only to release him again.
Torture. The word burned in his mind. She’s...ahhhh...uhhhh...tor...tur...ing...me.
He leaked into her mouth until she licked him clean, her tongue surprisingly rough and cat-like. It was all the incentive he needed. The ache in his groin gathered into a spasm of muscles and shot a load straight into her mouth. But, still she sucked insistently, swallowing over and over again as the orgasm drove him into a shiver of delight and he exploded over and over again.
When she freed him at last, he lay spent, eyes closed, body relaxed against the chains that bound him.
“What’s wrong, big boy?” she purred in a voice that spurred him to life. “Not man enough for the challenge?”
Soft leather brushed against his leg as it slid past and hit the floor with a wisp of sound. He peeked at her through his eyelashes. He’d thought her done and yet, he grew hard as he watched her in secret, stripping and tossing her clothes aside.
“Now it’s time to stick to your part of the bargain,” she said with a gleam in her eye.
Not that Tommy could ever remember actually agreeing to her plan, but if it was going to get him released, he was definitely up for it. His cock quivered expectantly.
“That’s better.” She grinned as she unbuttoned his pants, clenched her teeth with a snort as she pushed them over his hips.
And then she was on him and he was in her and she was tighter than any woman he’d ever met. Hotter. Wetter. Grinding around him, drawing him in. It was in mid thrust that she leaned forward to unlock his bonds, her breasts pressing against the thin fabric of his shirt.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and he realized, for the first time, that he could move, that sometime during their love-making, she’d untied his ankles as well. He thought of escaping, of leaving her there tied to the bed where Mezagog would find her for the betraying temptress she was.
Instead, he flipped her and they rolled off the table together, landing in a heap--with him on top--on the floor. He pinned her, strangely aroused by the flash of fear in her eyes. He ground into her, slow, deliberate thrusts as his mouth sought her breasts.
“Maybe we should continue this elsewhere,” she whispered at the sound of a portal.
Tommy grinned down at her, unable to resist one last thrust that sent her into the throes of orgasm. “What do you suggest, Elsa? Your place? Or mine?”
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