Eye for an Eye

He’s back and he’s keeping an eye on everyone! Eye Guy was one of my favorite villains of the original MMPR. Sucks, that the creators did a stupid job in handling his potential. Beyond Willy’s torment, there’s so much more the ocular monster could do to massacre the Rangers’ heroic souls!

But now, we can revisit Eye Guy and give him a better view! All while sacrificing the spandex heroes’ sanity of course!

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Come and see!

The Tyrannoranger woke up to find himself immobile. He tried to remove himself from the cold metal chair to no avail. Even the handles got his arms and made it impossible to make a meaningful escape attempt. The wrists were shut, and so were the Red Ranger’s ankles, stomach, and neck.

The neck part was particularly excruciating. The Ranger found it difficult to breathe, let alone swallow the anxiety. No matter how hard he struggled, with clenched fists and determination, he was trapped in that contraption.

“What is this place…” mumbled the confused Jason as his tired eyes scanned his surroundings from inside the protection of the Tyrannosaurus-themed helmet. There was barely anything to look at other than empty darkness. The occasional eerie mist came to shroud accompanied by a low howl of cold wind. There were also crackling sounds from a spot beyond the Ranger’s ability to perceive.

He was in some kind of a vast room. Rows of long neon lights stretched as far as Jason’s eyes could see. In the distance, they coalesced into a single point of light due to the great distance.

Jason couldn’t tell what was going on in the world. He wasn’t even sure that the place was his world. The void sent chills down his heroic spine.

The echoing disembodied voice proved his nervousness. One way to describe it was monstrous. “Welcome, Red Ranger…” it said with a hiss.

“Who are you? What do you want from me?!” demanded the Red Ranger as he restarted his attempt to free the chair.

“Already forgetting things? I hope that I haven’t broken your brain so early,” giggled the demonic voice with a mocking tone. “Of course, the human mind is a delicate thing to mess with.”

“Show yourself!” shouted Jason heroically.

The hero was immediately stunned when a massive red eyeball appeared in the darkness like a lunar eclipse. “Here I am. Are you ready to serve me?”

“Serve you? Not in a million years!”

“Funny, that was what the dinosaurs thought right before their extinction. It’s fine if you want to do this the hard way. I just thought that you wanna go the same way as your teammates,” chuckled the gigantic eye.

“Teammates? What have you done to them?!” The Red Ranger gulped before adding one more question. “Where have you taken them?”

“Funny Ranger, they are here!” The low mist retreated to exhibit four more figures strapped to similar metallic chairs inside huge metallic spherical frames. These people looked familiar to Jason. No wonder, they are his team.

“Guys!”

The four Rangers didn’t reply. They instead mumbled and moaned and shrieked on their own. The heroes didn’t even seem to be aware of each other. The Red Ranger noticed a shiny bulging cover that blocked their helmets all the way to the visors. “Guys…,” he called again with less conviction.

The monstrous voice snickered. “It is rude not to introduce myself to my future slave. My name is Eye Guy and all of you are now in my personal vortex. Basically, you are in a pocket dimension accessible only through the tunnel only I can create. Here, we don’t have to worry about Zordon giving you extra power to help a prison breakout. Here, you will stay forever.”

“Like hell, we will!” shouted the Red Ranger again with defiance. “We have fought monsters like you before and we will destroy you like we have done to them before!”

His spirit was shattered by the screams of his teammates. The chairs electrocuted them, including the blinding bondage mask that imprisoned their visions. “Jason, help us!” shouted the Black Ranger in apparent agony. “I tried to run, but the void goes on forever. There’s no exit!’

“He wants to eat our Ranger minds!” screamed the Pink Ranger while her melons jiggled throughout the torture. “He is slurping our souls!”

“I… I can no longer think straight. It’s so hard to understand things…,” cried out the Yellow Ranger with a defeated tone. “What are these ‘Zords’ he’s talking about?”

“Eye Guy is draining our brains of intelligence. I can’t… I don’t know how to calculate five multiplied by five anymore…Two plus two is… Two plus two….,” the team genius Blue Ranger also proclaimed his perilous condition.

“Rangers, hang on!”

The booming laughter of their captor made the Red Ranger’s ears hurt. “Yes, Rangers. Hang on as long as you want before your very knowledge of being heroes becomes mine. You will follow them, Red Ranger. Imagine the moment when you forgot about Zordon and his plans. Poor spandex warriors will get confused and I will be there to offer salvation. You will submit yourselves to me, to be my soldiers!”

“No… No! That’s not gonna happen. We will defy your corruption!” shouted the Red Ranger again although it got harder and harder to form a significant argument. It was even harder to simply form a thought.

“Looks like you’re ready. Let your friends convince you to join!”

Another jolt of torment flooded the four Rangers from Eye Guy’s massive projection. Their orb prisons rattled. Whatever mental defense they had, whatever hope they had to escape and get rid of this monster threat, was gone in a zap. The heroes finally went slump with their helmets drooped.

Then, the screaming started. Not from the Rangers themselves, but from the multicolored power essences that were robbed from each warrior. The sparks bolted from their broken Power Coins before getting forcefully engulfed by the gigantic red eye.

Jason could see them within the monster’s eyeball. Zack, Billy, Trini, and Kimberly begged for mercy and release from their eternal prison. Their terror-filled images pounded the eyeball with the vain hope of escaping the hell inside. The worst thing of all is that they were sealed in that hopelessness. They were made to forever cry out to whoever saw them outside.

Jason cried. Tears of defeat poured down his cheeks. But his captor only began to torment the Mighty Morphin Power Rangers. “To ensure that you will surrender yourself voluntarily, why don’t we hear the honest opinions of your teammates?”

The soulless Rangers were released from their chair bondage. Like zombies, they robotically approached their former team leader. “No… No…!” denied Jason as he already got a sense of what was coming.

The Black and Blue Rangers gave him twin low jabs to the stomach. When one punch to the belly wasn’t enough, the corrupted heroes repeated again and again to various parts of Red until he gagged in pain. His breakfast burst out of his mouth. His nose gave away snot. His entire face was drenched in sweat.

With his short breaths, the Red Ranger still tried to bring his friends back. “Guys, listen to me. You’re stronger than you think you are and this Eye Guy got-”

Another punch hit Jason on the helmet. Just then, he heard giggles from behind. He recognized them as Kimberly’s and Trini’s voices. The two female Rangers turned the knob behind the seat and the Tyrannoranger felt an immediate change in his bondage.

His legs were forced to spread further and further. Even with his martial arts training, he felt fear of how far evil would want to take this. Another valve was turned and his legs were made straight into a perfect split. “Let’s see how flexible you are, Jason!” laughed Kimberly with a mindless maniacal laugh as she grabbed the Red Ranger’s helmet and forced it backward.

Trini was beside her, playing with Jason’s erect raisins. The Red Ranger tried not to give her the satisfaction of moaning, but it was hard not to flinch. “I always wanna see that freak at the circus. What do you call it?”

“A contortionist!” concluded the excited Pink Ranger. She turned to her captive. “Say, Jason, you are a freak like us too, right? It’ll be easy to turn you into a contortionist!”

The two crazy Ranger girls randomly turned different knobs and valves behind Jason’s bondage chair. The team leader felt great strain being put onto his muscles as his body was abused to follow his former teammates’ orders.

“Agree, let’s get this loser to bend for us!” declared the corrupted Black Ranger ravenously as he helped the girls put Jason into position with Blue. Jason screamed and grunted as he heard the crackles of his bones and vertebral column.

The Red Ranger’s body was forced to arch behind and over his helmet. His arms were folded to be a bench for his helmet as the whole human shape was squeezed into compactness. “That’s more like it. You look cute, Ranger Loser!” shouted the Pink Ranger.

The exposed underbelly became the latest target for the two male Ranger’s knees. Jason squealed at the pain that actually added the layers of agony that he already experienced now.

The two female Rangers touched themselves as they were given the full view of Red Ranger’s asscheeks. Trini and Kimberly began to caress the two plums.

It was before the Pink Ranger’s index and middle fingers were put together to dig into the crevice. The tortured Red Ranger felt the clog digging deeper and deeper into him. On the other hand, he moaned when the Yellow Ranger’s hands began to persuade his meat to grow longer and bigger. Its shape throbbed with a rush of blood and emotion. The team leader was being humiliated by his own teammate.

“I gotta say, Jason. You really know how to control yourself. Situations like this can break a hero, but you hold on!” laughed the monstrous presence. “Not so much for your body!”

Jason could feel it. It was a shock of a lifetime. It was as if Eye Guy attacked his very soul, his very heroic essence. The Red Ranger felt a jolt unlike he ever felt in his life. He felt his body was no longer his. The laughter confirmed the worst.

Jason gasped in his torture device. He could sense his body changing although couldn’t figure out why. He felt hot, hotter than before. His breaths shortened and his vision slightly blurred.

Every sensation of his spandex-clad corrupted friends excited him beyond control. The tent pitch was the most obvious sign, but his skin also sweated more than normally did. Even in the most challenging Ranger training and battles, Jason couldn’t perspire as he did right now. There was definitely something wrong, especially when the team leader could feel the piling stench coming out from his body parts.

Jason’s torture table spun faster and faster like a high-g training centrifuge. His armpits were wet, his abs were soaked, and his crotch was steamy. He was drenched by his own liquid inside the suffocating spandex costume. His pants and puffs were now filled with delirium as the situation triggered Jason’s inner bad boy. He could vividly imagine preposterously-big muscular figures from which the booty juice was leaking, even raining. He could imagine himself being poured by the fetid drizzle. He senselessly opened his mouth wide, envisioning himself swallowing the blessing. He was small despite his own fit shape.

“Look at how the bimbo is dreaming his new life!” snickered Kimberly with an alluring tone as she continued her fondling of Jason’s big baton. Her index finger traced the shape from the sacks all the way to the tip. Such a simple gesture was already enough to make the once-mighty Red Ranger unload himself.

Jason’s mind exploded. He was being locked by the giant’s underarm. He was basked in its dirty, ungodly odor. He was turned into a part of their beautiful body. The Red Ranger felt like his soul was being assimilated by the sticky, glowing muscles. He was slowly being trapped beneath the thick skin and unable to escape. He tried to push out from the pecs, the abs, biceps, and even the glutes but was unable to do so. His new destiny was to be crushed under the weight of his massive master’s flesh as he flexed his power.

“What are you now, Jason?” asked the debased Trini as she put his bosoms on her own team leader’s helmet. She enjoyed grinding her chest on the helpless Red Ranger.

Jason Lee Scott answered in stutters. At first, his voice was incomprehensible and simply consisted of gasps and moans. Then, “I… I am a tattoo. I serve the muscle. I am one with the muscle!”

“So gross!” commented the evil Pink Ranger. “But I guess that’s what you really are!”

The perverted, twisted Power Rangers laughed at their own captain’s mental demise. “He can’t even perceive himself as a human being anymore,” blurted Billy as he laughed his ass off. “He’s just a pervert’s display of power now!”

“How does it feel to be owned by a pervert, Red Ranger?” asked the thirsty Black Ranger as he shoved his fingers up Jason’s rear. The attack made the Tyrannoranger’s tongue jut out wildly and licked the interior of his helmet. Zack deliberately pushed the cheeks out so that the crack could feel the void’s fresh air. That was while the Blue Ranger groped his legs and thighs. Jason unloaded himself again.

Every time he did it, a part of him was drained into the looming red eyeball of the monster. Perhaps it was his Ranger spirit, perhaps his Tyrannosaurus power, perhaps simply his soul. Whatever it was, the process slowly bled Jason Lee Scott’s identity into nothingness.

Jason’s torture table spun faster and faster like a high-g training centrifuge, the same thing that happened to Willy before. He could no longer remember why he fought. Yes, Zordon recruited him and the others, but for what? Evil would still exist even though they were victorious against monsters. Evil is ever-present and undefeatable. Their endeavour was pointless. Being a Ranger should be for other meaningful purposes.

One example is to satisfy own’s fleshly desire beyond humanly possible. That’s how Jason imagined himself teleporting as a ball of energy before being transformed into living tattoos inside the jock’s skin for eternity. He couldn’t imagine anything more momentous than that. Fuck all responsibilities as Zordon’s warrior!

Jason lost it. His essence has been fully sucked into the eyeball. His helmet visor was now covered by a bondage mask decorated by his new owner’s personal sigil. His power coin cracked open before shattering into useless shards. From beneath, a new one that symbolized Eye Guy’s dominance over him was born.

Even when the torture contraption released him, the Red Ranger didn’t resist. He didn’t put up a fighting pose or throw witty comments on how Eye Guy was going down no matter how intricate his plot was. No, Jason the Tyrannoranger stopped being a hero. He was now a bimbo.

Everything that he was was gone except the part where he would forever use his muscle for the greater good. The good was to pump Eye Guy’s wicked and erotic desires with his teammates in the vortex. All while his essence screamed for the unattainable freedom from the confines of the omnipresent gigantic eyeball. There, he and the other Rangers were finally assimilated into the silhouette of a muscular man that haunted them before.

When the time came, the new Cornea Rangers would use their Zords to spread their master’s vision!