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Lower Deck Ranger: Adam's Shuffling!
🕑 Added 2024-06-07 01:54:47 +0000 UTCAdam's journey from costume shopping to enslavement by evil is a tale of innocence lost. Drawn to a mysterious outfit, he succumbs to its corrupting influence, becoming a puppet of darkness. Trapped in a state of frenzied despair, he ultimately transforms into a living card slave, serving the sinister agenda of a particularly brutal duke.
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Adam, Black Card Ranger!
Adam Park knew he was late for the Halloween party, but it was better late than never. He scoured Angel Grove for late-night shops that were still open with costume attires. From the beachfront to the commercial district that lined the city border with the national park, it seemed that he would end his little hunting empty-handed.
Just as Adam almost broke down on his bike, the leather-jacketed youngster saw rays of hope. It was literal as one of the shops in the corner had a flashy neon sign of excitement. It said “Costume Dungeon!!!” with triple exclamation marks.
Adam did not waste any time and sped off to the shop shortly after he had smashed his bike. Because he was so intent on getting out of the auto and running to the door, he didn't even bother to park it in the right place. Things did not appear in good order, and the lights at the spot had been turned off.
“Wait, wait, wait!” yelled out Adam as he raised his hands. The store’s owner had already placed his hand on the OPEN sign on the door. He had already half-turned it to CLOSE.
“The store’s closed, Boy. Come back again tomorrow,” replied the unconcerned man. His Mad Hatter costume brought out the vibe, but the same couldn't be said about his expression.
“No, please! You don’t understand, I need a costume now! I have a Halloween party and still haven’t got a suit to show my friends. Please, I’ll just be here for a few minutes. I’ll pick the first thing I got my eyes on and leave. Please!” Adam even bobbed his head along with his hands to beg.
The man stared at him for a brief time. Then, a scan of his fit form was performed, beginning at the crown of his head and ending at the bottom of his shoes. Then he let out a chuckle. With a chilly tone, he remarked, "Five minutes, no more."
“I’ll finish in three!” replied.
The owner unlocked the door and opened it. Adam ran in and took a look at his surroundings. The place was small but packed with costumes in circular racks. The youngster quickly looked at every piece to find the perfect fit. He cursed, as the first collection only gave him small attire. He ran to the second one.
“Looking for something special?” the store owner asked, not bothering to hide his lack of enthusiasm.
“Yeah, I need a wowzer one,” Adam replied, trying to mask his urgency with a smile. “Something that really stands out.”
The owner sighed, glancing at the clock. “I was just about to close up, but if you’re quick, you might find something in the backroom.” He pointed lazily to a door at the rear of the store. “Go on, help yourself.”
Adam hesitated for a moment before heading towards the backroom, his heart pounding with anticipation. The further he went, the dimmer the lighting became, until he was enveloped in near darkness. The air grew colder, and Adam felt a chill run down his spine.
The backroom was a stark contrast to the front of the store. It was cluttered with old costumes, some draped over mannequins that seemed almost lifelike in the dim light. The walls were lined with shelves filled with various props and accessories, all coated in a thin layer of dust.
“Where do I even start?” Adam muttered to himself, squinting into the darkness. Then, in a shadowy corner of the room, he saw it: a Black Lion Ranger suit. Its design was warped, twisted to match a spade card theme. The once noble and heroic visage of the Black Ranger was now a menacing figure, its eyes gleaming with a malevolent light.
“That’s… weird,” Adam whispered to himself. “Why would there be a costume mimicking my Ranger suit but with spade details? Maybe some hardcore Rangers fan made it.” He shrugged off his unease, feeling an inexplicable draw to the suit. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the fabric. It was cold to the touch, sending a shiver up his arm.
As soon as Adam’s hand made contact with the suit, a sudden gust of wind blew through the room, extinguishing the flickering lights and plunging them into darkness. The mannequins seemed to loom closer, their lifeless eyes watching his every move. Adam’s heart pounded in his chest as he turned to leave, only to freeze in place.
Standing before him, illuminated by a faint, otherworldly glow, was his own heroic form—the Black Ranger—but twisted and corrupted. The doppelganger’s eyes burned with intense hatred, and a sinister smile played across its lips.
“Who… who are you?” Adam stammered, backing away slowly.
The doppelganger stepped forward, its movements fluid and predatory. “I am you, Adam. The part of you that you’ve tried to suppress. The darkness within.”
Adam’s mind raced as he faced his own twisted reflection. The backroom’s dim light flickered, casting eerie shadows on the warped Black Lion Ranger suit that now stood before him.
“Oh, great. As if one of me wasn’t enough,” Adam muttered, trying to mask his fear with bravado.
The doppelganger smirked, a sinister glint in its eyes. “Come on, Adam. You know you’ve always wanted a twin. Think of the possibilities.”
“Yeah, well, I’d rather not have one that looks like it crawled out of my nightmares,” Adam shot back, raising his fists defensively.
The doppelganger’s laughter echoed through the room. “Nightmares? I’m more of your deepest, darkest desire.”
“More like my deepest, darkest headache,” Adam quipped, launching himself at the doppelganger with a flurry of punches.
The doppelganger blocked each blow with ease, its movements fluid and precise. “Is that all you’ve got? I thought you were supposed to be a Power Ranger.”
“I am. And that means I don’t back down,” Adam growled, ducking under a punch and delivering a powerful kick to the doppelganger’s side.
The doppelganger staggered but quickly recovered, grinning wickedly. “Good. Because I like my playthings with a bit of fight in them.”
Adam felt a wave of nausea mixed with an unsettling arousal at the doppelganger’s words. “You’re sick, you know that?”
“Sick? Maybe. But you can’t deny there’s a part of you that’s enjoying this,” the doppelganger taunted, grabbing Adam by the collar and slamming him against the wall.
Adam winced as pain shot through his body. “You’ve got a twisted definition of enjoyment.”
The doppelganger leaned in close, its breath hot against Adam’s ear. “I know you feel it. The thrill. The excitement. The pleasure.”
Adam’s eyes widened in shock. “Get out of my head!”
With a burst of adrenaline, Adam broke free from the doppelganger’s grip and delivered a series of rapid punches. “You’re not real. You’re just a figment of my imagination. A bad dream.”
The doppelganger laughed, catching one of Adam’s punches and twisting his arm painfully. “Oh, I’m very real, Adam. And I’m here to show you just how much you need me.”
“I don’t need you. I’ve got my team. My friends,” Adam retorted, trying to ignore the painful arousal that surged with each of the doppelganger’s touches.
“Friends? They don’t understand you like I do. They don’t know the darkness inside you,” the doppelganger sneered, pulling Adam closer. “But I do. And I’m going to make you mine.”
“Over my dead body,” Adam spat, mustering all his strength to headbutt the doppelganger, momentarily stunning it.
The doppelganger shook its head, chuckling. “Feisty. I like that.”
Summoning every ounce of willpower, Adam launched himself at the doppelganger with a renewed fury. His punches were wild, driven by a mix of fear and determination. The doppelganger matched him blow for blow, their movements a chaotic dance of violence.
Adam’s mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. The pain, the fear, the unwanted arousal—it all blended together, driving him to fight harder. He could feel the darkness trying to pull him under, but he refused to give in.
“Come on, Adam! Show me what you’re really made of!” the doppelganger taunted, its eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure.
“I’ll show you,” Adam growled, delivering a powerful punch that sent the doppelganger crashing to the ground. “I’ll show you I’m stronger than you.”
The doppelganger looked up at him, blood trickling from its split lip. “You think you’ve won? This is just the beginning.”
With a final, desperate surge of strength, Adam delivered a crushing blow to the doppelganger’s jaw, and it vanished in a puff of smoke. Adam stood alone in the dimly lit backroom, his chest heaving with exertion.
He moaned hard in disbelief, his body trembling as the adrenaline faded. He felt a warm wetness spreading down his leg and realized he had wet himself during the fight. “Oh, great. Just what I needed,” he muttered, covering his groin with his hands.
As he made his way back to the counter, the store owner’s indifferent gaze met his. “Find what you were looking for?”
Adam forced a smile, trying to hide his embarrassment. “Yeah. Just a little more excitement than I bargained for.”
“Good, good,” said the uninterested shop owner as he went back to the supply room. He got a box filled with similar costumes out and placed it on the counter. “While you at it, get these too.”
Yet Adam had his doubts. It was unnecessary for him to purchase all of those clothes. But he just required one. While he was attempting to dispute, the business owner made a different statement.
“No charge, Boy. These things have been piling up in my storage for too long. Now that you like the ace costume, I want you to take all of the others to help me clean my store. Who knows, you’d probably have a group cosplay or something. Deal?”
Adam thought about it, but only for a second. He had something better to do than to negotiate something that was clearly in his favor. His eyes caught a glimpse of the clock. He was definitely late! “Yeah, sure! I’ll take the whole box!”
“Good!” replied the shop owner as he slapped the side of the rundown box. He shoved it into Adam’s hands who awkwardly brought it out. “Now, get out of my store.”
“Thanks… Thank you so much!”
The owner harshly shut the door behind the youngster. He locked it and switched the OPEN sign. But he didn’t leave. He observed Adam as he hopped on the bike and dashed off with the box.
The man smirked. His eyes glowed. “No, Black Ranger. Thank you.”
***
Adam stopped his bike at the parking lot close to the mansion where the Halloween party took place. Even from such a distance, the rave sounds were heard clear as day. There were also sounds of people cheering and laughing.
Despite the fact that the student was eager to enter, he would not be able to do so without the costume. After jumping out, he took the outfit with him. He was likewise successful in his endeavors. Adam was drawn to the cloth not just because of its silky texture, which he could feel in his fingertips, but also because of its beautiful outward aspect. When he saw its luster in the moonlight, he took a deep breath. It was flawless in every way.
"This is way too perfect. Like, someone-made-a-deal-with-the-devil perfect," Adam muttered to himself, shaking his head slightly. But he was too preoccupied with putting on the costume in order to enter the party that he was attending.
Adam didn’t care to go to a more secluded part of the parking lot. He simply discarded his clothes on the spot. First, his leather jacket, then his T-shirt until his muscular pecs and flawless abs were visible. He felt the cold air hitting his unusually sweaty skin. Despite that, he continued.
His jeans were removed and thrown away as if he would never use them anymore. The same thing went for his underwear. Adam didn’t take a long time to be completely bare.
Once more, the youngster examined the card-man outfit that he had been wearing. Turning it over allowed him to reach the zipper on the back of the suit. Unzipping the garment gently from the top to the bottom, he did so.
Adam gasped. The familiar sound of the fastener somehow aroused him. His dangling baton slowly became filled with a rush of blood. “What is this feeling?” Adam asked himself. “I can’t fight it…”
Adam moaned as the zipper completed its track as if relieved by the end of such a stimulating journey. But the next step would be even more exciting. The new owner slammed his erect meat into the stretchy black fabric while squealing. Even the simplest touch was able to provoke his tainted mind. “I have to… I have to call the others… Call Zordon… This is not normal…” gasped the trapped youngster.
But the next thing he did was to place his right muscular leg into the latex leggings tightness. He could feel the material hugging him from the end of his toe to his firm thighs and even the crotch. Next, his left leg was in, and the Black Ranger was halfway in.
The desperate Adam was fighting against his own urge. Thus, he was fighting his own body. He glanced at the Changers on his wrists. If only he could morph….
“Come on, Adam, get it together!” he muttered, trying to keep his focus. “It’s just a costume. A really, really weird costume.”
Alas, his luck ran out. Instead of putting on a transformation pose, his arms slid themselves into the costume’s sleeves. Adam felt dread as he could feel overwhelming helplessness. He would have no chance to escape with most of his body parts already inside the corrupting thing.
"No! This isn't how it ends! Not in a parking lot in a Halloween costume!" Adam screamed his defiance. His Changers were still there, strapped to his wrists. No alien fabric could contain their combined power. He let out a war cry and struck the pose. “Aura Change!”
A glimmer of silver could be seen emanating from within the latex garment. Clearly, some alterations had taken place. When Adam was within the confined space, he was no longer nude; nevertheless, he had added an additional layer to his appearance by donning his Squadron Black Ranger costume. The final component that emerged was his helmet with a dragon theme.
"Come on, come on! This has to work!” Adam pleaded, desperate. “I’m not losing to a piece of fabric!”
Adam squeaked at the end of his heroic transformation. Changing into his superhuman form did him no good. He was still trapped inside the cursed ace-of-spade costume. It instead gave the alien costume more power to consume. The young hero arched back as the arousal became uncontrollable. His spandex and latex-coated meat were straight as it was thick with prominent veins. The Black Ranger couldn’t contain the sensation.
"Oh, you've got to be kidding me! Not this wackiness!” Adam wheezed in fear. "Stay focused, Adam. Fight it… fight…"
Despite his internal struggle, the allure of the costume grew stronger, and his resolve weakened. “Damn it, I can’t… I can’t resist… Why does it feel so good?!” Adam's voice echoed through the empty parking lot, a mix of horror and unwilling pleasure.
***
His mental state was being harassed in every possible manner. In the process of reliving his previous conflicts, Adam went on a journey down memory lane. After a little break, he resumed his battle against Mirror Master. At that moment, the monster called forth Z-Putties from his reflecting face, and the minions immediately began their assault on the Rangers troops.
The footsoldiers were strong, but not this strong. Adam was fighting desperately against a gang of undefeatable Putties. Aisha’s barrage of punches as the Yellow Ranger was ineffectual. Rocky’s Dragon Sword attack and Tommy’s slicing attack with his saber against the Z symbol on the golem’s chest gave no response. Instead, the White Ranger was given a direct hit to his own chest and the Red Ranger was kicked away. He was thrown to Kimberly, making the Pink Ranger accidentally shoot her energy arrows at Billy the Blue Ranger.
The last one remaining was Adam. He mustered the courage to charge while yelling. The Putties deftly avoided each and every one of his punches despite the fact that he flashed his Power Ax. As he leaped, his next technique was a spinning kick that he released.
"Seriously, do these guys have ninja training now?" Adam quipped with deep frustration.
That was a futile attempt also since his target easily grabbed his ankle. The Black Ranger was slammed hard to the ground. He lost his weapon at the first hit, but that wasn’t the last. Adam screamed like a girl as the monster swept him again like a baseball bat.
"Not cool, man! I'm not a baseball!" he yelled, pain and disbelief mingling in his tone.
This time, he was wielded as a living melee weapon against his own teammates. “No, guys!” shrieked the captured Adam as his body hit Kim and Aisha right in their helmets.
He was then used to tackle Billy’s and Tommy’s feet off the ground. The Rangers also lost their weapons with the White Ranger’s saber stabbing the ground. The Putties’ monstrous laughter was heard all over the exhausted Black Ranger. Adam was then tossed to a nearby tree.
"Come on, guys! Duck next time!" Adam called out, trying to keep his spirits up despite the pain.
All over the park, the Mighty Squadron Power Rangers were defeated. The heroes crawled with the little strength they still had left. It was hopeless to fight against Mirror Master.
Tommy the White Ranger was the first to go. The monster maniacally laughed in his feeble attempt to free himself from the neck choke. The young hero pounded the arm fruitlessly as he cried inside his tiger-themed helmet. Mirror Master’s face then swirled and Tommy screamed.
“Tommy, hang in there!” Adam shouted, alarmed and desperate.
“Guys, this is bad!” Tommy yelled, his voice shaking with horror.
“Tommy!” cried all the other Rangers, including the immobilized Adam. They were unable to stop the doom that came for their friends.
“Mirror, mirror on the wall, this is the worst way to fall!” Tommy’s voice cracked with panic as his body started to dissolve.
Tommy transformed into a white whirling vortex and forcefully entered Mirror Master's face, causing his scream to be distorted. Starting with his helmet, his chest, waist, and eventually his legs gradually disappeared. The monster enraged the remaining squad members by revealing the imprisoned White Ranger's doom.
The White Ranger furiously pounded the reflecting surface inside the horrible mirror realm. Impenetrable barrier stifled his speech. An unknown stranger approached behind him.
"This can’t be real," whispered the shocked Black Ranger. "This is not how I remember it!"
“If you haven’t remembered this one, you should,” mocked Mirror Master as he showed the living Jack card costume moving in on the White Ranger. Tommy struggled with the sneaking attack. He elbowed his enemy and tried to get it before him for combat advantage.
The White Ranger managed to do it. He also double-punched the suit. To his surprise, his hit didn’t work. In essence, he was striking a piece of fabric.
When Tommy let his guard down, the living costume struck back. The Jack card on its belly sprung into life and choked the hero. Now, he was fighting two enemies at once. The strange monster’s arms thickened and solidified. While the spandex warrior couldn’t inflict any damage before, the opposite happened when the living costume attacked.
Tommy Oliver groaned as a barrage of blows struck his abs. He even bowed down to hold the pain. The costume simply uppercuts the hero to remove his tiger helmet.
The head protector was propelled into the mirror world’s air and hit the reflective sides. The noises made were equally muffled as the hero’s battle. Tommy’s face was now fully exposed.
What the living costume did was strange as it was decisive. The protruding Jack grabbed Tommy’s head and forced him in. It kissed the White Ranger.
The effects were immediate. Streams of Morphing Grid energy were drained into the living costume. Jack’s details got glossier and glossier with the growing power inside. The team even heard roaring laughter from the seemingly-innocent monster. When it released its captive, the White Ranger could only stand wobbling.
Then, it went in for the kill. It unzipped its back and ensnared Tommy’s legs. Then it went for the arms. The hero squealed as he frantically tried to get away from his prison. Just like Adam in the real world before, the White Ranger now served as a slave to the Jack card costume.
The others followed. The Z-Putties grabbed Rocky and threw him in. His counterpart was the ace of diamonds. It suffocated the Red Ranger into submission before putting him into tightness. The symbol on his new costume occasionally showed the trapped Squadron Red Ranger's heroic spirit inside.
As it was obvious that he had won the battle, Mirror Master let out a har-har. Accompanying the diabolical expression were the pleas of the trapped Squadron Rangers. The White Ranger was there, and so were the Red, Yellow, Blue, and Pink. All of them caressed and fingered their own smothered bodies while moaning hard. Their private parts grew in size and sexiness for their new master.
All that was left was the Black Ranger. “Now it’s your turn to play, Black Ranger!” insulted the monster as he playfully approached the crawling Adam Park.
"I will not give in! We still have a ways to go!" With a tone that was equal parts fear and rebellion, Adam shot back.
“Why can’t we beat this guy? We’ve given everything we got! Zordon, come in!” groaned the Black Ranger in denial.
“Great, now I’m a diamond in the rough—and the very rough!” Rocky exclaimed, his tone a mix of humor and horror.
Kimberly said, warily, “I’d rather deal with Rita’s monsters than this freak show!”
“Zordon will not help you. He’s a dealer too!” Mirror Master’s claws seized the Black Ranger’s helmet. Just like his teammates, he would end up in the inescapable mirror world of horror as part of the card collection.
Adam’s memory flaunted him to another moment in his life. It was the moment of power transfer. In the Ranger Command Center, two teams of youngsters faced each other. They were there not to fight, but to give and accept the honor of being a Power Ranger. On the left, there were Jason, Zack, Billy, Trini, Kimberly, and Tommy. On the right, there were Rocky, Aisha, and Adam himself.
While the old team wore their Power Rangers suits, the new one didn’t. In his hyperdimensional giant tube, the great wizard Zordon’s head commanded the White Ranger. “Tommy, hold the Sword of Light high above your head. We will now start the ceremony to transfer the power from Jason, Zack, and Trini to Rocky, Adam, and Aisha.”
The metallic giant sword was almost as long as Tommy’s muscular body height, but the hero easily held it up. Zordon’s magic energy invigorated the legendary weapon through bolts of lightning that branched out to strike Rocky, Adam, and Aisha. Its greyish surface slowly turned into a golden one.
"Halt, Tommy, return the sword.” called out Zordon, but it was too late. The Rangers got a glimpse of the wrong transformation too. The symbols on the sword’s hilt were that of the four playing cards ones. Each glowed with a sickening simmer as the wizard’s energy released something hideous.
The Rangers were trapped. The jolts of corrupting energy coming from the weapon shocked both the old and new teams. Their muscles stiffened and turned into living statues throughout the process. “What is this, Zordon?” cried out the White Ranger in distress.
“That is not the Sword of Light! It’s-”
“It is your master,” replied an ominous voice from the Ranger Command Center’s peripheries. A monstrous figure hovered in like the Devil himself. He was something more sinister.
His body was alternating colors of black and white. His head was a collection of giant playing cards. On one, his demonic face smiled. “Say welcome to the Duke of Trump, Rangers! I’ll make things more fun, starting with you, Zordon!”
Out of his black staff, the monster unleashed an unnatural burst of energy that clashed with Zordon’s tube. The wizard screamed in pain as his facial features became contorted. One of his eyes became swollen and his mouth became elongated with a massive tongue sticking out.
“No, Zordon!” called out Kimberly in agony. It was beyond bearable to see her mentor being twisted like that.
The depraved bolts of evil energy from the sword were still paralyzing her. She cried between her moans and gasped as her spandex costume gave in to her equally-disturbing transformation. Her breasts grew into double balloons that were disproportionate with her own body.
The same thing went for Trini and Aisha. Their rear also grew into a slutty size. The girls shrilled in mental pain as more and more of their memories were warped. “The Duke dominates… The Duke owns us…!” bawled the Yellow Rangers in anguish.
As their helmets exploded, their faces were now visible. Like clowns, their faces were pale white with different symbols of the detestable playing card collection. Trini had three diamonds, and Aisha got eight of them. Kimberly got ten of red hearts.
The other Rangers succumbed too. Their head protectors erupted in sparks and their new forms were revealed. As slaves of the Duke of Trump, they had symbols of their respective part. Billy got seven black cloves while Jason and Rocky had ten of black hearts.
Adam as the main witness of the horrible event could feel the five of black spades digging into his face. He felt a burning sensation that spread throughout his toned body. With that feeling, his skin became pale just like a circus performer. Then, the next step of Power Rangers’ demise commenced.
As the Duke of Trump reveled in his malicious triumph, the Rangers found themselves ensnared in a nightmarish spectacle unlike anything they had ever experienced. Jason choked, "This isn't what I expected when I joined the Power Rangers!"
Zack, his usual jovial tone replaced with a sense of foreboding, added with a nervous chuckle, "Yeah, I always thought our enemies would be more… well, human-shaped, you know?"
Billy, ever the analytical thinker, attempted to reason with the absurdity unfolding before them, "I'd say this violates several laws of physics, but I'm too busy trying not to become a living card myself!"
Trini, her voice trembling with a mixture of incredulity and unease, remarked, "I've read about parallel dimensions, but this is taking 'alternative reality' to a whole new level!"
Kimberly, struggling to maintain her composure amidst the chaos, quipped with a forced laugh, "Seriously, who knew evil could be so… fashion-forward? I didn't sign up for a makeover, thanks!"
Rocky, attempting to lighten the mood despite the gravity of the situation, joked with a nervous laugh, "Well, I've heard of 'decking the halls,' but this is taking it to a whole new level!"
Aisha's usual optimism waned in the face of the Duke's power. "I think I preferred the old power transfer ceremonies, guys!"
Amidst the chaos, Adam, feeling the weight of the moment pressing down upon him, couldn't help but offer a cynical observation, "I guess being a Power Ranger doesn't come with a money-back guarantee, huh?"
Meanwhile, the Duke of Trump, reveling in the chaos he had wrought, couldn't resist adding his own twisted commentary, "Enjoying the show, Rangers? It's a once-in-a-lifetime event, I assure you!"
All of them wailed for each other and their mentor, but there was no one to help them. Dark energy came together around the corrupted Rangers. When the White Ranger finally dropped the Sword of Subjugation to the cold floor, his costume had been transformed into the same Jack's card before. The other young heroes suffered the same end with their unique new identities.
The pain surged through Adam and his friends, twisting their muscles and wrenching their bodies in agonizing torment. They were mere vessels now, stripped of their autonomy and left at the mercy of their malevolent captor.
Adam's eyes welled up with tears, mirroring the despair of his companions. Their dreams of heroism shattered before they even had a chance to fight. With a heavy heart, the fallen Black Ranger glanced up at the empty space where Zordon's visage once resided.
In its place, a grotesque figure, reminiscent of the King card from the Duke's collection, leered down at them. The Duke of Trump reveled in his triumph, his laughter echoing through the Ranger Command Center, now adorned with the symbols of their new master.
Amidst the despair, the Rangers attempted to maintain a facade of wit, but their words were tinged with the bitter taste of defeat.
Jason, dejected, said, "Well, I guess this wasn't exactly the career path we had in mind."
Zack, his usual swagger replaced by a sense of defeat, quipped, "I always thought we'd go out in a blaze of glory, not end up like… This."
Billy, his analytical mind grappling with the harsh reality, observed, "It seems our fate has been sealed, and our identities reshaped by forces beyond our control."
Trini, her usual resilience overshadowed by despair, added with a bitter chuckle, "I guess we're not exactly the Mighty Morphin Power Rangers anymore, huh?"
Kimberly, her once bright spirit dimmed by defeat, forced a weak smile. "Looks like we've traded in our spandex for something a little less heroic," she remarked, gesturing to their new, twisted forms.
Rocky, his usual optimism shattered by defeat, managed a rueful grin. "Well, at least we'll go down in history as the Power Rangers who... didn't quite make the cut."
Aisha, her usual determination eclipsed by defeat, sighed heavily. "I always thought we'd be remembered as heroes, not as... whatever this is," she said, gesturing to their enslaved forms.
It was clear to Adam now. He was never worthy enough to be a protector of Angel Grove. He was never strong enough to defend justice from evil. As his mind yielded to the message, his defilement was total in the real world. With a scream, he unloaded himself inside his playing card suit.
***
Adam nutted himself, and his body became debilitated. In his arching position, he was made immobile with throbbing muscles. Worse, his helmet suddenly erupted into a shower of useless energy, exposing his face. Night had been presented with Adam’s reddened face that showed ecstasy. His sloppy tongue protruded out to taste the cold air, and all he could do was let out incomprehensible gagging noises. His eyes went almost completely white, with tears flowing down his cheeks.
"Guess I'm going crazy!" Adam choked between breaths.
His ace costume pulsated. It had already sucked most, if not all, of the poor Black Ranger’s power. Reflected inside its glossy details were memories of Adam’s previous battles and victories. All were now gone from his head—just pathetic long-gone dreams of a slave.
“I’m not just suited for battle anymore!” Adam cried, a twisted smile playing on his lips. “I’m tailored for pleasure!”
Adam was compelled to stand upon his feet by an invisible force. Having been conquered, the hero stood with his head down. His lips were twitching, and his mouth continued to drool all the time. After then, he raised his head.
Inside his eyes, there was no hero. Instead, a spade-shaped glow appeared for a moment before the empty eyes blinked. The same thing happened to his face, with a ghostly ace logo tattoo. “I am the Squadron Black Ace playing card. I obey my dealers and forever be a part of my casino’s collection. I am a playing card.”
Adam’s eyes blinked quickly, and it seemed his consciousness was back. Confused, the half-transformed Black Ranger looked around at the empty parking lot. He also looked down at his wet groin. Strangely, he wasn’t bothered by it nor by the still-erect baton.
“I lost!” yelled, his voice filthy. "Now I'm playing for keeps!"
The youngster simply went back to his bike and took the box filled with the corrupting latex card costumes inside. “The costumes will surely hit my teammates. They will split and resplit themselves into an early surrender,” said Adam, the Ace of Spade slave, without the monotonousness, but still with the permanent corruption. His face was beautiful, with excessive makeup and long eyelashes. His lips were red. “I can’t wait to be stacked between Rocky and Aisha!”
“Get ready for a full house!” he bellowed with a wicked grin. “And I’ll be the wild card in their deck of doom!”
With his new identity fully embraced, Adam felt a perverse thrill at the thought of his teammates’ inevitable corruption. “Rocky, Aisha, prepare to fold!” Dark anticipation flowed from his scream.. “This ace is about to trump you all!”
