In a flash the puzzled road crew found the 
truck spraying sparkling, chlorinated water onto the street. At the same 
instant, Kimberly fell into her pool. Expecting to plunge beneath the cool 
water's surface, she was planning her next move, only to have her gorgeous 
rear end land with a thick splat into a thick, sticky, black pool of tar. 
The force of her fall buried most of her rear end and half of her back into 
the tar. She immediately tried to right herself by kicking her legs skyward, 
trying to lift her back out of the warm, sticky black syrup. But her struggles 
to get free only caused her rear to slide deeper into the slime, the backs of 
her thighs slowly oozing into the shiny black surface.  She saw the helpless 
Putty who was also in the pool, trapped up to his neck in tar. "Gee, it looks 
like you need to call the pool man!" Mistress D. chided as Kimberly's nearly 
naked body slowly sunk into the tar. "nh!... you...nnh!... just wait..."  
Kimberly grunted.  She suddenly realizing that her struggles were only causing 
her to sink deeper.  She stopped struggling and looked down frightfully at the 
tar around her, then pushed down on the placid surface of the tar with her 
hands, trying to force herself up. Unfortunately, instead of supporting her 
hands, the surface of the tar yielded willingly, and her hands disappeared 
beneath the surface. She immediately tried to pull them free, but it was too 
late;  The tar had them in its warm, sticky embrace, and as she tried to pull 
them out she only succeeded in pulling herself in deeper. Tar oozed over her 
flat stomach and up to her breasts. "Eeeewwww! Like, you totally ruined my 
nails!  And after I just did them!!!" she whined, as her toes submerged. She 
struggled and strained again, but found that even with her exceptionally 
strong, fit body, the glue-like tar held her fast. "Oh, this is delicious!" 
Mistress D. cooed. "My precious, pink, princess, stuck in a pool of sticky 
goo....Does it get any better than this?" she laughed. Kimberly's knees 
disappeared under the ripple-free surface as she struggled to free herself.  
It was a losing battle.  The tar allowed her in, but wouldn't let her out.  
And it was getting harder and harder to move. She felt that the tar was 
cooling off and in doing so, was thickening.  She could barely move her legs 
now; those same lean, toned legs that had sent the putties skyward, now
moved as if in slow motion. She tried to wiggle her toes and found that she 
could hardly even do that.  "Help!" she cried, panicking as she sank to her 
shoulders, "I'll drown in this goo!" "Now where would be the fun in that?" 
Mistress D. purred, as she walked up to the edge of the pool.  Kimberly had
sunk so that only her head and neck remained above the surface.  "I wouldn't 
worry too much.  The tar's probably getting cool by now."Mistress D. was 
right. The tar had cooled to the point that she no longer sank... unless 
she tired to pull free her mired hands.  An idea she briefly tried, but 
quickly abandoned, as she sank to her chin. "Aggk.... help..." she cried, 
struggling to keep her chin above the surface by pushing her hands back down 
but to no avail.  Now the relentless tar had her even more in it's clutches, 
and she was tiring. "Aw... can't get those pretty little hands free to 
strike, can you?"  taunted Mistress D, moving within inches of Kimberly's 
lips.  Kimberly gulped as she realized that she was completely helpless 
before this towering woman, able to move ever so slightly, but nevertheless, 
completely trapped. She trembled partly in fear, partly in ... a rush darted 
from her chest to her crotch... Exhausted from the fight and struggling in 
the tar, she relaxed as much as the tar would allow. Pulling out a large, 
strange cloth from her bag, Mistress D. commanded the Putties to extract the 
limp, helpless fly from it's sticky trap.  Kimberly feebly tried to fight
back, but the combination of exhaustion and the thick, heavy tar's resistance 
made it useless.  After tearing off the tiny bikini bottom, they threw her 
onto the spread out special tear-resistant cloth.  "Wrap her Up!" commanded 
the victorious Madame.Wrapping her in tightly, the tar glued her solidly in 
place. There was no way she could move or ever hope to free herself, even if 
she was fully rested. Mistress D. looked down at her for a moment almost with 
pity.  Then she smiled and said "Get some rest, deary, you'll need it!" And 
with one swift kick of her foot knocked Kimberly unconscious. "Back to the 
Playroom!"  Mistress D. shouted in triumph, placing one shiny, black stiletto
booted foot on the helpless bundle before her and dropping her "calling card" 
for the White Ranger, as the teleporter zapped them away. 
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Back at Morphin Headquarters...
  "Ey-yi-yi-yi-yi!"  babbled Alpha as Zordon looked  sternly down at the 
frantic robot.  "Two hours after the surge in the time-space shift and still 
no answer from Kimberly!" "This is a grave and serious situation, Power 
Rangers," said the giant shifting face of Zordon.  "This isn't like her." 
shouted Jason, alias the Red Ranger in his usual strong but dumb manner.  
Let's go check it out!" "....like I suggested an hour ago... but, noooo... 
geeez!" muttered Billy under his breath  Being the brainy but dorky Blue 
Ranger, he was often ignored. "IT'S MORPHIN TIME!" they shouted and began the 
same transitional sequence into the Power Rangers that they did every time...
"...almost like the same footage was playing over and over and over again..." 
thought Billy. As they materialized in Kimberly's back yard, they began to 
look around.  Seeing the black tar pool with a discarded and still solidly 
trapped Putty, they began searching for clues.  Although Zed was cruel, he 
never left a Putty behind.  From this they assumed that the Pink Ranger must 
have won and left.  They quickly found Kimberly's clean pink bikini top, it's 
color positively identifying its owner, and the sticky, black bikini bottom.  
The White Ranger felt a wave of panic as he feared his date was not going to 
go as planned. Then he noticed a black scrap on the ground at his feet. 
He felt a surge in his Power Sword as he picked up the black leather panties 
and with a quick sniff, his Power Sword sprung to full power."Good thing this 
uniform has a reinforced crotch" he thought, glancing about to see if the 
other Rangers noticed his sudden bulge.  Turning and performing a quick 
equipment adjustment, he was about to show the panties to the others when he 
saw the tiny note..."Meet me at 9:00 tonight at the monkey bars at Angel 
Grove Park Playground, my great White Ranger." It was signed with a pink, wet 
lipstick-kiss. "I gotta let out the crotch of this suit..." he painfully 
thought as he quietly slipped the items into his pocket. "It looks like she 
kicked some Putty-butt" he said. "Maybe we should go back to Headquarters and 
try a computer search.  She's probably just shopping." "Here's her watch!"  
shouted the Yellow Ranger.."She can be such an air-head at times!"  Tommy took 
the watch.  "I'll give it to her tonight.  We..." remembering the panties and 
the note, " ...have a date."Later that night, Tommy wandered through the Park. 
It was well lit as he walked down the sidewalk, and as was most of Angel 
Grove, spotless.  As he approached the playground, he noticed that the lights 
were out. There was a half moon and in the dimly lit, cool night-air he 
stopped and listened. Silence."Kim!" he called.  Nothing.  As he walked up to 
the monkey bars, he couldn't resist jumping up in a Ranger leap and swinging 
around the bars.  He had played here as a child, and perhaps it was here that 
he first developed his Morphin Power Ranger fighting skills.  Kimberly knew 
he loved this place, and he assumed that was why she told him to meet her 
here. As he landed solidly on the ground in the center, he noticed a shapely 
female figure approaching. "Kim?" he called, but as she came within sight in 
the dim light he saw that she was too tall to be Kim."Who are you?" he asked. 
The woman purred.  "Now what would a big fellow like you want with a tiny 
little girl like her?" Tommy shouted, "Listen, if she's hurt in any way, 
I'll..." "You'll what?" the woman asked, leaning into the monkey bars and 
placing the working end of a riding crop under his chin.  Tommy flushed for 
a second, his most secret fantasy in danger of being revealed."Look, I don't 
want to hurt you, but..." he began."Oh, you won't..." she interrupted 
confidently, "but as for me..." she turned and started to walk away with an 
evil grin, "...I'll make no such promise!" "All right, you asked for it!" 
Tommy said as he stepped to follow her out of the monkey bars.  She quietly 
pressed a button on a strange and colorful device on her hip.  Suddenly what 
looked like streamers flew out of each joint of the monkey bars. " What 
the...?"!" Tommy shouted as almost instantly he was engulfed in a flurry of 
bands that wrapped tightly around his entire body.  Within seconds he was 
trussed like a thanksgiving turkey."Mmph, mmhhph!" he shouted through the 
bands that mummified his head.  He could breath, but the bands were made of 
some kind of cloth that, although it allowed air to pass through, wouldn't 
tear despite his formidable strength.  He tried to move again, and found 
that now the bands were solidly bonded together. He faintly smelled acetate...
"It's amazing how combining my special super cloth with your Earth's "super 
glue" can make an instant bondage device!"  she gloated.  "Back in Rita's 
cave, it would have taken me hours to wrap her this solidly!"  She pulled out 
another strange and colorful device.  Tommy thought he had seen something 
like it at a Toy Store, or else it looked like something that might soon be 
on the shelves...