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Day and Night at the Museum
🕑 Added 2022-07-27 10:49:21 +0000 UTCDon’t go to malls or theme parks when you’re on a holiday! Go to the museum instead!
There’s one just around the corner with a big collection of statues, paintings, and a bunch of enslaved Sentai warriors. It is said that the world once worship these heroes, but their days are over now.
Come now, the ticket is dirt-cheap!
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Let’s join the tour!
There was joy in the air. People gathered around a big metallic building at the city's heart with excitement. Many of them waved small flags and other tokens of celebration as the man made the opening speech. Hands clapped, laughter was made, and the crowd was finally allowed to enter the grand structure with a colorful yet robust gate. It was the day everyone was waiting for. The Super Sentai Museum was finally opened!
Two boys rushed between the slower adults. Giggling, they went to the ticket booth. Barely able to reach the counter, one of them slapped a crimson coin. “Two tickets!”
The staff inside was beyond their sight, but her long-fingered hand with black nails gave them the stamp marks. Perhaps it had a special ink since it immediately glowed. Without saying thanks, the boys hurried their way to the entrance.
Inside, they were amazed. Their darkened eyes savored the view of the impressive interior. Glass cabinets displayed the Sentai weapons throughout the ages. From Changeman’s Change Swords to the Dairanger’s Aura Changer transformation items, all were neatly exhibited as part of the massive collection. They were put behind glass walls, but visitors strangely could take the trinkets to have a closer look. A woman removed a Prism Shooter laser firearm of the Flashman, and examined its details closely, before licking the weapon from back to front with her disproportionately long tongue. In the end, she snickered in satisfaction before putting it back. Her hand pierced through the glass as if through water.
She wasn’t the only one. The boys were there too to check some Sentai equipment. Their noses twitched as if smelling something good. One of them grabbed the other before going to a cabinet further back. That spot was for items from the beast-themed Sentai teams. One of them was a display special for Gekirangers.
Like the woman before, one of the boys freely took a piece of equipment from the display case. His hand dipped through the glass and took hold of the GekiTonfa Long Baton. As the color suggested, the arsenal was GekiYellow’s. Playfully, the boy spun it with the skill of a martial artist. He even threw it high before easily catching it.
His counterpart giggled, but then he struck him with the GekiTonfa. The other boy screamed as he tumbled backward as sparks burst out of his T-shirt chest. As if not caring that his friend was lifeless on the floor, the boy put up a stylish fighting pose while roaring ferociously. Bizarrely, his fangs were very long. It actually matched his pale skin and jet-black eyes. Even his giggle was not normal.
The boy indifferently threw the GekiTonfa. There was no clanking sound of the weapon hitting the floor. Instead, the other boy grabbed it before rising back in the stiffest way like a zombie. It was his time to play. “Nice trick, Tejh'kulbh. But everyone knows that I am the better hellspawn than you.”
Hearing that, the first boy laughed sarcastically. “Oh, you are better than me alright, Cthumbr'krog. It’s better for you to come back to the hellhole after your screw-up with that babe last night!”
The second boy simply impaled his friend in the chest. He took him down before twisting the weapon. When he pulled the GekiTonfa back, black blood burst from the open wound. “What can I say, I have a thing about horrified girls in spandex!”
Their laughter was demonic. It was uncanny for a human being, not to mention children. It echoed between the glass cabinets. The boy put the weapon back as his friend rose back as if nothing happened. “This is fucking boring. Let's see the other ones.”
The excited demon boys continued their tour. They made their way between the crowd of adults with twisting horns on their heads. Their eyes were as black as the children and were as black as the night sky. While the group went the other way, the boys went the opposite. There was too much fun on this floor before continuing up the stairs.
The boy skidded to a sudden halt as his eyes glimmered. He clapped his hands aroused as he guided his friend. He even gave an obscene hand gesture toward a particular glass cabinet. Unlike the previous ones, this one contained helmets of different Sentai teams based on eras. They got their hands on some earlier heroes’ head protectors and didn’t waste time to put them on.
The sensation kicked in. The boys immediately felt like they were one with Kenta the BlackMask of the Maskman team and Shunsuke the YellowTurbo. They felt the heroes’ emotions. It was a transition between the thrill of being a Sentai warrior, arrogance in front of monsters, to gloom when the battle was clearly lost. Through the visor glasses, the last fight could be enjoyed by the boys.
Tejh'kulbh and Cthumbr'krog guffawed and mocked the pathetic Sentai heroes as the helmets showed the end. Whether it was at a quarry or in the middle of a city, the results were the same. BlackMask and YellowTurbo’s teammates were down for the taking. Their suits charred as they struggled to get back up. The girls squirmed in pain as neither Kenta nor Shunsuke could help their teams. Even their leaders were despondent, reduced to wobbly figures who were nothing against evil. Dark figures surrounded and seized them. Their helmets were forcefully torn before the strange goop was poured out of big cauldrons the minions awkwardly carried.
There were piercing screams before the heroes’ voices were deadened by the sticky sludge, but that only made the boys work up. Their hands traveled down their crotch as the whiz built up. The heroes’ agony was their source of pleasure.
Too bad for them, the simulation was simply too easy. They longed for something better. Cthumbr'krog threw the YellowTurbo helmet on the floor furiously and the item bounced back into the glass cabinet. Both boys then howled as their breaths shortened. “We’re getting there, but this place must have something morphinominal!” exclaimed the first boy.
Thus, their tour continued. Snickering like a brat, Tejh'kulbh slammed the helmet against the glass cabinet. It would normally have done damage, but the head protector instead returned nicely on the placement.
While exploring, the two looked up. The ceiling was very tall, too tall for a normal building as it was capable of housing the hovering MagiKing, Ground GoseiGreat, and GingaiOh. They were actually three separate mechas, but the trio had been forcefully merged into an eldritch amalgamation with unclear beginnings and ends. Their arms sticking out, bodies intertwined with each other, and their multiple heads shouted incomprehensible mechanical screams that echoed as a song in the museum’s pocket universe.
Looking further, the supporting structures of the museum were actually made from mix-and-matched parts of different Sentai mechas. The gate before was made of SuperLiveRobo. Some pillars were made of the crushed Ginga Gattai Mega Voyager while others were of the Ryuuhachouetsu Fuurai Gattai Gourai Senpuujin with its signature stag beetle horns. The colors were all over the place and while their bodies had been twisted beyond recognition, each mecha’s face was presented as visible to the visitors as possible. Like their hovering tortured counterparts, the machines wailed as if in constant pain.
The booming voice of the tour guide explained the scene, “Our museum has been protected from entropy by the twin TimeRobo Shadow Alpha and Beta following their demise. Eternally infused into the building structure itself, they ensured that all of our collection will never age. They even ensured some Sentai collections looked younger and more delicious.”
“Move away, Bitches!” boasted the boy as he and his friend rushed between the walking adults up the stairs. They didn’t even bother to hide the bulge between their legs.
The official tour was lame. There must be something else they could dig out of this place. That was the reason why the boys split again from the group toward the opposite flight of stairs. The exhibition plaque above read “Hall of Pleasure” in an unearthly language.
The boys laughed ravenously as soon as their noses smelt something good in the air. They were definitely getting there. The hallway there was thick with a musky odor as if closing in on a gym filled with hundreds of sweaty athletes after a long workout. The analogy was not so far-off as the boys witnessed in glee.
The first room was filled with muscular male Sentai warriors on granite podiums. Their colorful costumes traced their perfect physique in flexing or other manly poses. The young heroes didn’t have their helmets on, but their faces were all obstructed by shiny latex that match their suits.
Perhaps these were copies of the heroes. Why would Sentai warriors have huge batons that dangled outrageously between their legs? Perhaps the sculptors had their own fetish because these jocks were out of proportion. Savagely, Tejh'kulbh grabbed and squeezed that of Yellow Owl Jetman and made him howl inside the rubbery cocoon. The statues were alive!
The male heroes were trapped inside their own bodies. Raita could only move his head which itself tightly wrapped in a suffocating yellow latex. His arms continued to move slowly to show the awesome muscles and his skin continued to swelter with pungent steam.
Ignoring the hero’s anguish, the boy instead stroked the baton by and by rapidly until he felt it swell. He then knelt to receive the warm juice. Contrasted with Tejh'kulbh’s enthusiasm, Raita the Yellow Owl Jetman wailed incoherently inside his inescapable vacuum wrap. His misery added a more sweet flavor to the air.
“I want one too!” blurted Cthumbr'krog as he saw the buzz of heroic energy that his friend got. He surveyed around at the living Sentai statues before going for it. “Bouken Spirit!”
Masumi the BoukenBlack writhed inside his frozen body. Like Raita, he could only wiggle his head and neck while his Sentai warrior body continued to squat while flexing the abs. His baton was the brat’s target and there was nothing he could do as Cthumbr'krog stroked it hungrily.
The other boy finished up his gulp before looking down at the granite podium. There, the faces of the corresponding Sentai warriors were displayed in their glory. Raita was crushed by the torment, crying inside his prison. Masumi on the other hand was making an ahegao face as Cthumbr'krog pushed him toward a climax.
The brat played with the Sentai hero. He stopped right before BoukenBlack could unload. As the baton deflated, he started again. “Now, that’s harsh!” commented the satisfied Tejh'kulbh while crossing his arms on the chest.
“Nothing better than a Sentai hero at the end of their rope!” laughed Cthumbr'krog as he viciously continued his play.
The torture went on for hours. It was insignificant for the boys, but it was hell for Masumi. BoukenBlack began to cry inside his prison. “Please… No more… I surrender myself as a collection of this museum…”
The boys looked at each other, then they guffawed. Cthumbr'krog instead grabbed the baton harder to make the BoukenBlack statue arch slightly. Tejh'kulbh’s on the other hand walked away to find other interesting figures.
“Not so marvelous now, are you?” Why abuse one if you can do two? Tejh'kulbh grabbed GokaiGreen and Blue on their bulging crotches. “Looks like I have found the biggest treasure!”
Just like before, the captured Sentai warriors were helpless in serving their depraved visitors. Their memories of fighting evil and defending justice faded with each desirous stroke by the demonic brat. Their struggle inside the inescapable cocoons only added more stench to the museum chamber which in turn excited the boys even more.
“More, more!” shouted Cthumbr'krog before he finally let Masumi unload. The hero’s seed was gulped by the black-eyed kid to add to his power while depleting BoukenBlack even more.
“Now, serve me!” yelled Tejh'kulbh before he too got to enjoy GokaiGreen and Blue. Joe and Don’s mind could no longer tell the difference between their imprisoned reality as the museum’s living statues and their increasingly debased fantasy as the museum’s slaves. Either way, the boys were satisfied and went on to the next room.
There were glass cylinders all over to display the museum wing’s collection. Inside were not pieces of equipment or morphers. Instead, they were filled with female Sentai warriors.
As heroines as they were, these Sentai warriors weren’t by any means heroic anymore. These youngsters in colorful spandex were kept in a delirious and disoriented state. Some of them pounded on the unbreakable transparent barrier. Some of them let out echoing moans that sent shivers of arousal down the boys’ wicked spines. Some of them screamed and begged for mercy as they were being violated by machines.
Ironically, the torture machines were once their partners. YellowFlash was in a spread eagle position as her arms and legs were immobilized while the Mag robot's warped version punched her body repeatedly. The abs were its favorite as they sent Sara into arching and squealing at the same time. Sparks flew out of her already-broken Flash suits. There were resting intervals before the same agony was started.
“DaiGoyou, please stop this! Kyaah!” Mako the ShinkenPink shrieked as her armpits were stabbed by the corrupted Secret Lantern DaiGoyou. The maniac machine didn’t waste every part of her body to fondle them or simply strike them to induce pain perversely. She wasn’t even allowed to touch the floor as her arms and legs were equally restrained just like YellowFlash. The female Sentai warrior was barely able to catch her breath and the smell of her sweaty body odor leaked out to be enjoyed by the giggling boys.
Different from the previous two, GekiYellow got a relatively worse fate. She was being continuously ground by the sharp gears of her Beast-Fist Trainer Robo Tough. She slammed on the clear window, begging for anyone to let her out, but her attempts always ended in failure. The feline-themed Sentai girl would be dragged back into the crushing gears so that Robo Tough would light up with damage sparks.
What was even worse was the fact that all Sentai heroines had been robbed of their helmets. Their expression of hopelessness, suffering and the hint of depraved pleasure was for everyone to see. Their tired faces were soaked in sexy perspiration before their mouths screamed again. Some like FivePink and DekaPink had completely lost their heroic spirit and accepted their new fate. Their tears had dried up, but the diabolical museum would return it just like it kept them in such a young condition.
The nasty boys loved the displays. They stuck their hands in as easily as before with the glass barrier rippling like water. Matsuri the GogoPink shrilled as Cthumbr'krog stabbed her groin and twisted it, as with Tsukasa the Patren 3gou as she got defiled by Tejh'kulbh.
The boys smirked as they retreated their hands, now filled with bodily fluid. Before them, the two Sentai heroines sobbed in their defeat. That was before their machines restarted the distress all over again.
Tejh'kulbh looked down at his perfect bulge. “Now, we’re talking!”
Cthumbr'krog finished his slurping. “Not enough, we want more.”
The other boy turned around and walked to the museum schematics. He pointed out the third level. “There’s always more!”
“I wanna see some silver, gold, and red!” exclaimed the other with almost uncontrollable gluttony.
The boys then walked out of the chamber, leaving the crying female Sentai warriors in their glass cages.
The grand staircase to the third floor was specially decorated with twin rows of tall glass cylinders filled with yellowish water. Perhaps it wasn’t water at all and the trapped aquatic animal-themed Sentai heroes were drowning in fluid much nastier than everyone previously thought. ChangeMermaid was there, as was Blue Dolphin Liveman, Go-on Green, the female Kyoryu Violet, and even Zyuoh Shark. Their handcuffed hands were chained to the tank’s bottom, preventing them from escaping.
Inside, they struggled in vain until the air inside their lungs escaped as small air bubbles. Some of them already went limp while others were completely still. They appeared to be dead, but then their body twitched and they returned only to suffer the deadly sinking all over again.
The walls were decorated by grand paintings. Characters depicted there could be categorized as evil Sentai warriors. The Enter-Escape duo, Reversian Succubus Hells, Magne Warrior, even Ryusoul Moria and Dark Shishi Red in his Orion Form. If one was evil at some point in their lives, they would end up here with their bodies pressing out of the sweltering canvas to be a work of art. Not even Sentai villains could escape the depravity of the museum.
Those were nice, but the boys continued their journey past them. The exhibition upstairs was beyond anything below.
They heard another beautiful scream. More precisely, a symphony of overlapping outcries. Above the boys was a simulation of the solar system, but it felt wrong. The slowly rotating models of the planets didn’t show any real-life features. They couldn’t tell which one was Mars, Jupiter, Saturn, or even Earth. They were all globes that went around the glowing star.
The numbers were also wrong. There were more than eight planets. There were so many more with some even sharing the same orbit.
Leaning forward with a smile that was disproportionately wide for his face, Tejh'kulbh watched the disturbance inside one of the globes. He could see the writhing MagiMother who was trapped inside the cramped space. It shouldn’t be even humanly possible for her to be there, yet the museum held her captive inside. Struggling fruitlessly, the once-formidable Sentai heroine whimpered as one of the voices of the wicked solar system model.
Sharing her orbit was the globe that trapped DekaMaster. The macho hero punched the indestructible prison over and over again out of terror, but it wasn’t working. It never worked and it would never work. Looking back at the other planets, Cthumbr'krog’s face was filled with glee as he observed the restless KingRanger and KibaRanger on one side and KiramaiSilver with ZyuohTheWorld on the other. All were left in gloominess as they were unable to break free of the globular prisons. Instead, their Sentai powers were drained slowly but surely into the central sun.
It probably wasn’t a sun like we knew since it had a hideous face of fire. It laughed at the extra Sentai heroes’ pain as it absorbed their strength. At the same time, it hammered their mind with mental trauma that belittled whatever was left of their heroic spirit. The more they surrendered their thoughts to evil, the more effective they functioned as conduits for spreading the corruption all across the museum. Some heroes such as AbareKiller and GaoSilver had their helmet visors glowed with a hellish glow as they were assimilated into the demonic brain.
Tejh'kulbh poked a planet containing Houou Soldier, making him scream even louder. “What a pussy!” commented the demonic boy as his jet-black eyes caught the magnificent model.
“And it feels so good!” responded his friend as he stretched his arms. The taken Sentai energy was as warm as the morning sun for them. “Hahaha, I can feel their souls shriveling in fear!”
“Crushed under the mephistophelian glory!”
With the model, the boys were able to grow horns on their heads. The winding protrusion glimmered with amber. Their eyes also showed a little spot of a spark. “Satisfied guaranteed!”
Tejh'kulbh groaned. He could feel the awesome power rushing out from his heart to his whole body. He could take down any Sentai heroes if there had been any left out there. His clenched fists were open as the claws elongated into dangerous sharpness. “I am ready! Ready to see our lord!”
Suddenly, figures in blood-red robes appeared to surround the boys. At first, they felt alarmed, but they instead went down to kneel when one of the tall demon priests tapped his metallic staff. “We are here as witnesses!”
“It is interesting to see you break away from the crowd to come to this part of the museum. It takes a lot of mental power to free yourselves from the horde, but that is not enough to prove your worthiness.”
“Please, tell us what to do and we will do it!” asked Cthumbr'krog rather demandingly. He knew his place enough to keep his head down. All he could see was the priest’s ghostly shadow on the rune-filled floor. He noticed one of them, who must be the leader, approached him.
Cthumbr'krog could follow the finger that cupped his chin. Gulping, he looked up at the hollow eyes of the high-ranking demon.
When the priest spoke, it gave off no sound. Rather, he distorted reality itself with ripples that somehow were able to be understood by Cthumbr'krog. It was more certainly understood and even feared by the captured Sentai warriors in their planet prisons judging from their screeches. “I want you to swallow.”
“Swallow?” repeated Cthumbr'krog with confusion.
The priest answered by moving aside so that the two demon boys could see figures behind him. “Swallow them and you will be granted access to the unholy chamber. They are brought back by our lord’s power and have been commanded to kill both of you!”
The golden female warrior and the blue bird-themed male one dashed to attack the two boys. Zeek-Jeanne swung her Zeek Sword with graceful agility while her Zeek Shot made up for her lack of strength. A barrage of energy blasts narrowly missed the cartwheeling Cthumbr'krog. As the heroine changed her tactics, the evil boy changed his too by leaping like a wild animal all over. His speed was so fast that Kyoko could only see a blurry dark shape coming toward her.
While that happened, Tejh'kulbh fought Birdman. Dan’s Blue Blade slashed the empty space that was once the second demon boy. Despite the young villain’s speed, Tejh'kulbh almost got stabbed by the sword, especially when the hero swooped in like a bird of prey. The boy backflipped just in time.
For a while, the fight seemed equal. Zeek-Jeanne was able to reach Cthumbr'krog with her firearm, while Birdman could reach his adversary with his firebreathing ability. But the two boys clicked their tongues at each other. That caught the interest of the main priest.
The boys switched places. Cthumbr'krog was now fighting Birdman and Tejh'kulbh fought Zeek-Jeanne. The flip surprised the heroes who immediately went awkward with their strikes. “These spandex idiots can’t even handle simple tag team tactics!”
“I guess they’re not good for anything but to be our food!”
The two boys split into ten. Five clones of Cthumbr'krog surrounded the bird-themed warrior while five copies of Tejh'kulbh ambushed the golden female one. The heroes were no match for them by this point. Hammering slashing attacks from the demons’ claws broke through their armor, not to mention the strange venom that invaded their bloodstream. Screaming, Zeek-Jeanne tumbled backward with her grip on her firearm broken. She tried to reach for the Zeek Shot, but it was too late.
Tejh'kulbh’s horrid arms grabbed her by the rear. She could feel the claws piercing her spandex and into her skin. It was an immediate sensation of fear, unlike anything she had experienced in her life. But things would go from bad to the worst as Tejh'kulbh opened his mouth.
He opened it until the jaws seemed to unhinged from the skull. His mouth was now disproportionately wide and the tongue inside was hungry. It launched at the fallen heroine to wrap around her legs. Kyoko screamed, but her reach failed to get the Zeek shot. Instead, she was pulled hard into the demon boy feet-first.
She could feel her legs being crushed inside the intense pressure of Tejh'kulbh’s mouth. The peristalsis movement ensured her journey into the stomach was slow and excruciating. With her arms tucked on the side, Zeek-Jeanne was one foot in the grave.
The boy enjoyed every bit of her useless struggle as Kyoko moved more and more into the throat. His friend also giggled at the torment while his hand choked Birdman. Different from Zeek-Jeanne, the blue warrior would meet his end head-first. Dan’s defeated weep was muffled by the slimy interior of Cthumbr'krog’s cursed throat. Birdman’s legs thrashed about before those too were devoured. The sickening slurps of the heroes happened at the same time and the satisfied laughter of the two demon boys followed.
Their bellies were bloated with their prisoners. The hero and heroine desperately tried to escape the stomach. Their hands pushed out in a wretched attempt to break free. They should have known that there would be no freedom for them. “It’s digesting time!” exclaimed Cthumbr'krog as he jiggled her giant belly.
Slowly but surely, their attire changed as they absorbed more and more of their victims. Cthumbr'krog now wore a super tight shiny PVC shirt with collars that showed patches and badges corresponding to Birdman’s powers. Tejh'kulbh got a biker’s vest with kinky-styled net to cover the rest of his body, also filled with decorations that were golden in color. Each item glowed pulsating as they dried up the heroes.
“Mediocre,” commented the priest who glided to approach them. The response from the two boys was not exactly welcoming. “Save your rage for the final meeting. You’ve been granted access to the inner chamber.”
The boys could feel it. It was the one they were looking for. The muted snivels of the captured red Sentai warriors could be heard all the way to the door, deliberately made echoing by the chamber’s weird acoustics. The sounds overlapped one another, yet Cthumbr'krog and Tejh'kulbh could identify each of them. Perhaps it was their inner traces of failed leadership or grief over the doomed team or simply the dangers of closing in on the madness, but the two boys easily understood that the whole red squadron was there to enjoy.
They were right. On the main exhibition and surrounded by barbed wire, the statues of Red Rangers stood. Different from the previous male show, these ones didn’t pose in fake heroism. Instead, they cowered and recoiled and quivered as if an invisible evil had taken them, matching the bruises and cuts on their broken costumes. Perhaps it was true in the past as these Sentai statues were also alive.
Their helmet visors were all shattered, revealing the tired eyes of the impotent heroes inside, nicely wrapped inside golden cocoons. They have sold out their teams with their incompetence and now they had to bear the everlasting pain. The harassment started with their bodies. Whoever subjugated them had twisted the heroes’ bodies into something degenerate. Once-mighty knights like AbaRed and RyusoulRed no longer displayed their manliness with perfect pecs. Instead, their chest bloomed out with a female complete with erect raisins. Their rears ballooned yet their groins were swollen also. They were made into an amalgamation of muscular males and females.
They had fallen so much deeper than their teammates downstairs. Their minds had been utterly broken and couldn’t register anything more than their memories of failure. When they begged, they begged because they no longer considered themselves worthy heroes. They were no longer knights, warriors, or youngsters who strived for justice. They became hollow and the emptiness inside their souls was filled with disgusting goop of lewdness.
“Once, these heroes rely on their light. They called it Light of Ginga, Enetron, and Gosei Power. They forgot that evil doesn’t only thrive in darkness. Now, their light worships us and betrays the heroes. Now, the light binds the Sentai souls until they are crushed inside the shimmering sarcophagus.”
The sarcophaguses strangled the Sentai heroes as smothering encasement inside their now-depleted suits. Like mummies without escape, they slithered and twisted inside their frozen bodies as their mental power diminished. Some drooled, some had their mouths go agape, and all became idiotic. Not brainless, as their minds were instead forced to fight eternal imaginary battles just for the sake of their lord’s fun.
“Our Lord has broken the timeline. Sentai teams that were before separated by decades were now brought together. In their final moments, they desperately try to combine their powers without knowing their fates had already been set in stone. Bioman joined Ninningers. Kiramager with Fiveman. Zyurangers put their hearts together with Kyoryugers and Ryusoulgers. All gathered to be an insignificant crowd of imbeciles who clamored in eternal sorrow.” Above, the museum’s top dome was adorned with patterns resembling a galaxy made of stained glass. Each sector was recognizable by the boys. They were Earths of different paths, different times. Despite that, all showed landscapes of devastation. Tokyos of this, New Yorks of that. All gone.
“We should thank our lord. He could’ve taken the Sentai powers all by himself, but he instead built this museum both as the final tomb of the heroes and to forever harness their powers.”
“Sounds lame,” commented Cthumbr'krog without care. “I’m not sure that this is challenging enough for us. Seems too boring for our end.”
His words made the priest stop. He didn’t bash him though. He didn’t even turn around. He simply continued. “You will find your final delight there.”
The red Sentai heroes were displayed in a crescent moon pattern. The two boys split to go behind the rows from either side. The statues turned to follow their movement.
Cthumbr'krog gulped again. His face went red as he couldn’t contain the urge. He unloaded himself, just like his friend. The view was too much for the demonic boys.
Before them, another figure was displayed. This one was special. This wasn’t a Red Ranger. This wasn’t a sixth Ranger. He was the first and the only. He was Big One!
The white-colored spandex was iconic, as with the rainbow color that formed his triangular chest armor and helmet visor. Even his red cape was something to behold.
He was perfect. Not like the deformed red Sentai warriors or the wrapped male heroes before, he was presented just as he was. His body was naturally muscular with a perfect chest. The hands were heroically placed on the waist.
By leaving a trail of unholy seed, Cthumbr'krog approached the figure with his friend. He couldn’t close his mouth. He only wanted one thing. His hands reached for the shiny helmet.
But before the two demon boys could take the head protector off, the Big One figure shifted. He placed his hands on the two boys’ respective foreheads.
Cthumbr'krog and Tejh'kulbh screamed. Their bodies plumped out in the most grotesque way. Layers of fat. Their legs inflated like a hot air balloon. Their face expanded like being pumped from the inside. Their tongues slithered out.
The mouths could only let out an unintelligible squeal. Strangely, the screams were a combination of Cthumbr'krog and Tejh'kulbh as well as their Birdman and Zeek-Jeanne prisoners inside. The captors and the captives were all being punished.
Then the two boys’ bodies twisted. They turned and turned beyond humanly possible until their entire form got pressed like golden and blue lollipop candies. The one recognizable part of them left were the heads and shoes. They wobbled in debility.
Big One released his hand from the boys. “You overestimated yourselves, boys,” said the hero in a monstrous voice. He then removed his helmet.
Inside, the young face of Sokichi Banba was visible. He was young, even younger than the character in his heroic days. His eyes glowed with a curse. Inside, the soul of a demon resided to possess the most powerful Sentai hero. He then flicked his fingers.
Still howling in unfathomable pain, the two twisted demon boys leaped out to podiums. A flame lit up above their heads. They were turned into living candles just like dozens of other demons who dare to insult the Lord of Hell’s legacy. It was an ambiance of joy as the final conquest of the Sentai force was complete.
“Time for a shower, kids!”
With that, the corrupted red Sentai warrior figures pumped themselves until their batons grew. Some worked in tandem to stimulate their hermaphroditic bosoms. The Lord deliberately held up their climax over and over again. The former heroes wailed until their voices echoed in the top museum chamber.
Then, it was shower time as the entire Sentai force submitted to the Lord of Hell.
