No one had paid attention to the man stumbling out of the bar, nor as he shambled forward, reaching from person to person like they were lampposts, and he were drunk. Almost leaping from man to man, holding himself up, touching skin each time.
The people he had collided with were unable to notice him falling to his knees. They had other worries, as the changes began overtaking them. As the rubber sealed around his arms and waist, completing its conversion, he stood, eyeing the crowd. The ones he had touched lay convulsing on the ground as their clothes melted away as the blackness took them. The rubber slithering over their bodies completely, wiping what had been before as it covered them from head to toe, erasing them. Once black, blank, and hooded, on all fours they crawled toward him. His outfit now glistening amongst the florescent lighting, and the continuous throng moving along the streets. As of yet, they were not an oddity.
With a flick of his wrist they scattered to hide within the crowds. The dark color drained from his eyes, leaving them pale, vacant; he took his first step as a new creation. His hollow eyes scanning the people around him, watching them going back and forth, oblivious to the thing in their midst.
He reached out, touching one young man in the shoulder. The man froze, his last words lost as his mouth slowly opened then closed as his thoughts vanished with his stiffening body. His head turned to the man touching him, and he looked into his compelling, blank eyes. A sigh escaped his lips with his last orgasm as he became hollow, obedient, and a follower.
They couldn’t help noticing this time as his companion shouted for help as he dropped her hand like she no longer mattered, or existed. Her friend was lost not realizing she pulled away just in time just before his mindless grip tightened. But as she shouted for help, she looked back to see, to comprehend. Seeing his eyes change like his Master’s before him then he turned his head, and she never saw his eyes again, lost to The Master.
His dark brown eyes were gone, the pupils lessened to a dark dot surrounded by mindless pale white, making them stand out, entrancing. Just seeing the transformation of his eyes, you need to see more as the vibrancy is lost, replaced by mindless need, hunger
He locked eyes with his Master, unlike the others their eyes matched, blank and obedient. A hunger grew inside them as they met, and with the Master’s arm still clinging to his now naked shoulder, he lifted his to touch in return. Their eyes locking, blank, obedient. If he was able to contemplate, and know that his personality, who he was, had been drained out of him, taken as glistening sustenance for the Master before him. Joined together in mindless obedience, willing to follow, obey, embracing being blank.
The Master tightened his grip on his first slave’s shoulder, and pulled him closer.
I will leave you with the ability to function, to help me bring other to this bliss.
Master brings him closer to his lips, his mind wishing to completely enslave this man, have him, convert him as one of his own.
Their lips touch, and the slave leaks into the rubber that has formed around his private area. Unoticed to him, as he embraces the wetness touching him, the vampiric kiss that has consumed his personality as the onlookers watch. The slave loosens his hand from his Master. and lets slide over his rubber torso. The blackened rubber has completely covered his feet, legs, and rising over his waist line. The Master’s eyes drift below, watching the progress until he stops it. The rubber stops at his waist, the lights above crisscrossing over his new legs. The rest of him naked, tightened, sleek as the rubber that invaded him.
I want you aware, slave, and the Master Pulls him in closer, grabbing his short hair, embracing his lips, consuming more of his will.
The slave already forgotten why he was here, and where he was, welcomed his Master’s lips, his touch. His rubber clad legs inching toward his Master as they continued to kiss.
The Master’s outfit brightens as he consumes more of his slaves strength and will, almost as bright as the city lights. Licking his lips upon release, watching his slave stumble back before balancing himself, presenting himself to Master
I am now under your compete control, Master. I will obey your every command, he removed himself from Master’s touch, and with his rubber clad bottoms, he surveyed the crowd, who could he bring to Master, like him, touch them, convert them, and as the rubber consumed them, who would be next……t
The Master finally turns his attention to the masses clearing the streets, running from his draining control, but he spies two figures, approaching, pushing themselves against the fleeing wave.
The rangers had received a distress call due to a new monster downtown. They had arrived expecting something gross, maybe gauche, but as usual overbearing. The atmosphere seemed usual, civilians running from danger, but there was nothing to see. There was no monster here. As the last of the crowd passed them by, the view was clearer. There were only two men, oddly dressed,
For the first time, the Master smiled. Rangers, he whispers, and then he flicks his wrist.
The rubber hordes reveal themselves throwing their bodies into the Rangers, but expertly, they fight back. Brandishing swords and daggers, they fend them off, avoiding their touch with strokes and swings. Their bodies elegantly keeping them at bay. Despite these minions being foreign to them, and still unable to fathom where they came from, they do their best to keep them at bay.
The Master watches his first converts throwing themselves to no avail, none are able to make the skin touch to start the obedience process. He turns to his second hand, and gestures his head away, and he vanishes into the darkened part of the streets. He enters the fray, and his minions step back. The Rangers come at him with full fury, bringing their weapons to bare. The Master’s hands meets them, and easily, bates them away, knocking the Rangers back. Smirking as he watches their bodies roll and tumble away, overwhelmed by his might. The Master leaps, bring down his mighty control towards the Rangers, his energy hitting them in waves.
The Blue and Black Rangers force themselves to their feet, blocking the Master’s power. They look each other in the eye, and agree, they must escape, they are no match to the Master’s power. Crossing arms, they fly over the Master, landing behind him, and quickly dash away, hoping the whole team would suffice to handle this monster.
The Master follows his fleeing Rangers, staying behind enough to go unnoticed as his prey flees, but is unable to find assistance from other Rangers. He watches their clad, heroic bodies, run to the clock tower, and seal themselves within. My hypnotic prey is frightened, losing control over the battle field.
The Rangers entered the Tower, and nothing was there only stairs beckoning up, and onwards. They stopped to breath for a minute, and then thought it was a good idea to venture to the top, and thus, they continued to flee.
The simple, spiral stairs led them up, and on, they continued to run from The Master below. It took a while before it finally dawned in, after the fifth, tenth, or twentieth time around the Spiral Staircase, but the continued to fight their way up,higher, to escape the calamity below. Their clad boots touching each step in black and blue, pretty to watch. Sadly, the poor Rangers continued to run up the tower, until they looked down.
Below them, fathomless spirals, how long had they climbed? The spirals below gave a hint, forever. The Blue and Black Ranger peered over the ledge, watching the continuous, spiraling descent, and following along with it. Their heads twisting and turning, and an occasional foot, taking a step up. Once their minds cleared from the endless bottom, they continued upward.
The Black Ranger was at his limit as he watched Blush spiral ahead. He steadied himself upon the spiraling rail until the two hands fell on him, forcing him to turn direction.
Upon his clad shoulders, he felt the burning imprint of control as he was spun to face the minions hollow eyes.
The Master’s first selection grinned, as he touched the Ranger’s neck, you are mine now, and he pulled him forward as the false armor on him began to deteriorate, and fall away. The Ranger eagerly fell toward the mindless embrace, grabbing the mindless shoulder so he could be one as well. The grappled in the spiral tower, yearning for further obedience as they touched, and the rubber replaced the Ranger’s armor.
They embraced, and the Ranger still had time to resist. But he felt the enslaved on his lips, and he begged for more. His mouth opening, as the foreign agent entered, consuming his will and mind. his lips fed eagerly at the Master’s minion, and he began to feel weak, submissive, and under control. The vampire leach entering his body, and making him one of them.
The last of his Power Ranger Armor falls, replaced by the Master;s rubber. He kneels, and submits.
I must obey. I will obey. I need to obey. The Ranger’s kisses grew deeper as his subjugation grew. The Ranger armor completely gone now as he turned his head to the spiral stairs. The leather covered him to the head, a hound, a dog, it was time to hunt.
He must smell the Blue Ranger out.
Up the stairs he went, licking, exploring each step.
The Blue Ranger reaches the top, and there is nothing, but hollow walls, and vacant fixtures. He eyes the gray stone windows for escape. That’s all there is, nothing left to keep him from the Master, and his growing, mindless minions.
i don’t want to be like that, weak, obedient, and blank.
He looks out over the stone carved window until The Black Ranger appears.
You caught up, I’m so sorry, I was scared, and continued up, but we’re both here now at the top.
Yes, Blue Boy, we are here. You still see me as I was, The Black Power Ranger, but now it is different.
And the illusion falls away, and he reveals his enslaved self. The rubber covering from neck to toe as his eyes finally chance. becoming blank and obedient.
The former Black Ranger walks forth, reaching out to Blue to touch his hand, and he meets him.
Blue Ranger pits his arm around his neck, and embraces him.
I will obey with you, and lost in the spiraling tower they find the mindless obedience they crave,
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