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_"Oh no! Not that! Not now ... not here!"_
Panic flared in Trini as intensely as her hormones suddenly peaked. Of all times to be hit with a monster 'spike'! She and Jason had just escaped from Rita's dungeon and were presently crawling through the maze of ancient ductwork riddling the lunar citadel in their bid for freedom. Power-less, communicator-less, alone and lost in the dark labyrinth, this was a distraction she did not need!
Earlier, she had been complaining about having to feel their way around in the total blackness; now, she was grateful for the all-enveloping shadows. She and Jason were crawling single file --with him in the lead. The fact that she was alone in the dark with Jason had her pulse racing, but just thinking about that oh-so-tight ass of his flexing mere inches before her eyes.... The Yellow Ranger had to stifle a moan. She didn't need to see her companion's denim-clad derriere to get excited --her imagination was doing just fine on it's own.
_I'm going to have to hold on and keep control until we can get out of here,_ Trini schooled herself, but she wasn't sure just how long she could last.
Stifling a frustrated growl, Trini tugged at her clothing fitfully. She silently cursed the fact that she had opted not to wear a bra today. Sometimes she enjoyed the freedom of her petite breasts bouncing unfettered, but the loose fabric of her cotton tee rubbed against her achingly erect nipples, exciting them to a fever pitch. How many times had she already tweaked her turgid peaks in an effort to appease their desperate need to be pinched and sucked and...?
Unable to stand it any longer, Trini ripped off her shirt. She gasped softly as the cool air hit her heated flesh, momentarily bringing her a bit of relief. A devilish grin tugged at her lips as she imagined what Jason's reaction would be if he turned to find her topless. Oh, how she yearned to feel his hot, skilled mouth suckling at her needy mounds ... his talented tongue flicking across her hard, dusky nubs....
The thought had fiery ripples of desire radiating out from the core of her womanhood and engulfing her entire body. She could feel the flow of hot juices soaking into her thin panties. The folds of her pussy were so swollen and tender that her underwear chafing roughly against her skin was fairly driving her insane. Every movement of her legs ground the soft fabric against her distended clit, which sent shivers of rapturous delight coursing through her veins. Trini so badly wanted to stick her hands down her panties and get herself off. It wouldn't have taken much.
_I can't take much more of this!_
As with her top, Trini worked off her sodden undergarment. For a moment, she basked in the wondrous coolness that caressed her naked backside, and she couldn't resist the impulse to run her hand up her skirt and pet her damp curls and pouting lips. Her hips thrust forward wantonly, grinding against her own hand. That brief touch, however, was too seductive; her hand lingered until the pleasure searing her senses had her biting the inside of her cheek as her thighs clamped around her hand and wrist and a tiny orgasm sparked through her.
However, instead of assuaging her need, that small climax provoked it further.
_Damn! Now what?_ she fumed, frustrated in every way imaginable.
"Trini? Trini, where are you?" Jason called out worriedly. Cursing silently, the Yellow Ranger quickly scampered after her teammate, the pleats of her skirt tickling her bare bottom. Since she had no way of knowing how far Jason had progressed, she crawled until she ran into him. Her hormones were so out of control, that innocent bump had her trembling with her raging desires.
"What happened?" Jason queried, his deep voice resonating softly and giving Trini chills. "Did you hear anyone back there?"
Guiltily, Trini realized that she was so caught up in her arousal that their pursuers could have snuck up behind them, and she wouldn't have known it until too late.
"I think we're still okay," she said breathlessly.
"Needing a breather?" was her companion's solicitous response. Trini heard Jason shift around and sit up. She was careful not to get too close; in addition to jeans that hugged his ass just right, Jason was wearing a sleeveless muscle shirt. The Yellow Ranger knew that in her heightened hormonal state, if she so much as touched the Red Ranger, she was liable to jump him.
"I'm beginning to wonder if we weren't better off staying in the cell and waiting for the others to find us," Jason murmured. "I have no clue where we are."
"Look at it this way. Maybe we don't know where we are, but Rita doesn't either," Trini pointed out as reasonably as she could manage.
"She can't torment what she can't find," her friend agreed. "At least we're doing something. We'd have died of boredom sitting in that cell just waiting on the others to show up."
Trini grinned, knowing that Jason was not one to just sit around and do nothing. Of course, she could think of plenty of other things they could do to keep from being bored besides scrambling around in cold, dark, damp tunnels... and all of them involved Jason driving his meaty prick into her hungry snatch!
"The others will find us soon," she replied reassuringly, more for her own benefit than his. _If they don't, there's no telling what's going to happen._
"Sh!" Jason hissed sharply. He needn't have said a word; she heard it,too: Putties.
"You take the point," the Red Ranger directed, his intent to deflect a potential rear assault obvious.
_He can assault my rear any time he wants!_ Trini mused lasciviously as she obeyed his directive. Panties and shirt clutched tightly in her fist, she maneuvered around her companion. However, she soon began to think that wasn't such a good idea. Realizing that Jason would be looking up her skirt at her panty-less cheeks (even if he couldn't see anything) had her juices running down her thighs.
Trini tried desperately to keep her mind off of Jason's proximity to her ass. She had already run through every mathematical formula she could remember; nothing was working.
_Just a little closer, Jason...._ Her imagination was in overdrive; she could have sworn she felt her teammate's warm breath softly breaking upon her taut haunches. Oh, how she wanted to feel his mouth nibbling her ass! She could almost feel his tongue sliding down her crack, teasing her tight hole then slipping down to lap at her womanly nectar....
Trini realized her breath was coming out in sharp pants. Her nipples were impossibly, achingly hard, and she was on the brink of another sexual explosion just from the sheer power of her fantasies.
Finally, she could no longer take it. When they came upon a roomy junction of tunnels, she stopped. Jason crawled into her.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
Trini reached out and roughly grabbed Jason's shirt.
"If you don't eat me right now, I am going to scream!" she growled through clenched teeth. She could sense her companion's astonishment.
"Now?"
"Now."
Astonishment gave way to amusement --to Trini's annoyance.
"I thought you and Kim took care of that earlier."
Jason's words were delivered in the same tone a parent would use when asking a small child, "didn't you go to the bathroom before we left the house?"
"That was her spike, not mine," Trini hissed. "I didn't ask to get hit with a fucking spike right now...!"
Jason stifled a laugh, and she flushed with embarrassment and irritation. For some reason she had yet to determine, when she lost all control of her hormones, she lost all control of her tongue and wound up talking like a longshoreman. The only time she ever spoke so crudely was when she was desperately horny. If Jason couldn't tell how bad she was by that, then screw him --which she would do gladly!
"All right, but we gotta be real quiet."
"I know that," she snapped impatiently. She laid back and spread her legs, pulling Jason forward, not able to wait for him to find her in the dark.
"Where are your panties?" Jason asked amusedly as his hands brushed her skirt out of the way. "How long ago did you take them off?"
"Since before you told me to take the point."
He moaned in response, and Trini could almost guess his thoughts even as she could picture the bulge behind his zipper enlarging.
Blessedly, her lover wasted no more time with words. As his tongue swiped across her feverish flesh, Trini let out a hiss that sounded like steam rising. Jason had barely begun before she grabbed him by the hair, urging him deeper, her thighs clamping around his head. Her body arched off the damp stone as fire flooded her veins. She crammed her t-shirt into her mouth to muffle her screams.
Trini loved the way Jason ate a woman out. He didn't stop immediately after she came but kept on licking until she completely relaxed. He could usually get her off two or three times after the first orgasm, and that's what she needed right now. Jason's tongue thoroughly probed her folds and lavishly caressed her clit. He even thrust the stiffened point into her spasming hole, and all the while, Trini bucked and writhed on his face. Her fingers tugged at her hardened nipples; her hands kneaded her petite globes and she chewed on her tee to silence her cries of ecstasy. When she climaxed, she cam so hard tears streamed down her cheeks.
Yet, for all Jason's efforts, she still wasn't satisfied. Trini yanked the Red Ranger's head from where it was still nestled between her legs. Forcing the shirt out of her mouth, she savagely kissed him, tasting her juices on his face. Her body continued to undulate wantonly beneath him.
"Oh, God, Jason," she gasped at last.
"Trini...." he began in disbelief.
"I need your hot cock in my cunt, reaming me until I can't walk!" she demanded rawly even as she literally tore the shirt from his body. She couldn't remember ever being so utterly wild before; she simply could not restrain herself. She wanted pure, unadulterated sex, and she wanted it now. Thankfully, Jason didn't question her or hesitate further. He kissed her again with abandon even as she sought to rip open his jeans. It was as if his passions rose to meet hers.
Somehow, they stripped him of his pants, and he ripped off her skirt. Then, Jason buried himself balls deep in her hot twat with a feral growl of his own and an equally ferocious thrust. Trini quickly stuffed her shirt back into her mouth to stifle her escalating cries of joy. However, her partner's enthusiastic grunts began to grow in volume the harder he pistoned her snatch. Trini shoved the first article of clothing she could get her hands on into his mouth, and she wished she could have seen his expression as he found himself with a mouthful of her sopping panties.
Trini's nails dug into Jason's back, and her legs wrapped around his waist as she eagerly met his fierce strokes. Her senses reeled as mounting passion burned through every synapse. Her body shook with the need to come again. Jason's balls and hips slapping against her buttocks and thighs echoed dangerously through the darkness, but at the moment, Trini knew only one thing, and that was the sweet maelstrom blazing out of control within her. Her whole body thrashed about frenetically as yet another ecstatic eruption claimed her. Had she screamed a-loud, her throat would have been positively raw. She clung desperately to her teammate as wave after wave of pleasure rocked her, leaving her weak, trembling and satiated. Jason's orgasm finally crested, and after filling her pussy with his creamy load, he collapsed on top of her.
"Oh man, that was intense," he panted. Trini had the feeling that both of them were going to be more than a little 'saddle sore' after this coupling. "Are you okay now?"
"Yes, I think so. Thanks," she stammered, catching her breath. Now, all she wanted to do was curl up against his warm, wonderful body and take a nap. However, a sound --unnervingly close-- chased away the post-climax lassitude.
"This way, quick!" Trini urged, scrambling for one of the branch tunnels. It was so narrow, her broad-shouldered lover nearly didn't fit. They had moved none too soon; scarcely had they cleared the junction than the putties arrived on the scene.
"A light!" Trini cheered softly. She and Jason, their hands, knees, and groins a little worse for the wear, gratefully crawled towards the illumination. Cautiously, they edged closer to the grate.
"Wonderful," Jason groaned upon seeing where they had ended up.
"Rita's throne room," Trini moaned.
"I don't know about you, but there is no way I'm going down there naked. I say we wait right here until the others show up."
"Or teleport us home."
"Oh man, how will we explain to Zordon why we're completely nude?"
"We can always blame Rita," Trini giggled.
As if on cue, the Ranger' arch nemesis entered her audience chamber, fuming because her prisoners had escaped.
"Goldar! Haven't you caught those pesky Power Brats yet?" Rita screeched. Her chief lackey lumbered into the hall accompanied by a platoon of putties who presented their dread mistress with....
"Our clothes!" the concealed duo gasped in shock and dismay.
"I don't want their clothes! I want those miserable Rangers!" Rita raged, sending her henchmen off once more. She paced back and forth in a furious fit of temper.
"Great, now I have naked Rangers loose in my ductwork," the Empress of Evil grumbled. "They'd better not be screwing around somewhere... Humans! They're worse than rabbits!"
Trini and Jason fought valiantly not to laugh and lost it just as a familiar surge of energy swept them away.