The Wizard of Oz is, of course, copyrighted material. The story is meant in no way to imply anything about those wonderful characters' sexuality or tarnish their cherished reputations.
Part 4
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, is all I can hear being chanted around me like a mantra as my eyes begin to focus. It's Cordelia, having what appears to be her first wormhole-induced orgasm, and it looks as if she had a whopper. Her little green hat has been knocked off of her head, and her still wet hair is falling out of place, hanging loosely in a halo around her head.
I've had my little silver shorts on for no longer than twenty minutes at best, but they're already soaked through with pussy juices.
Out of nowhere, the voice booms out again.
"Who dares to disturb the great and powerful Oz?"
I rise slowly to my feet on trembling knees, and pause for a moment to regain my composure. Then, I march straight towards the back of the room, walking directly through the image of the wizard's head. It wavers slightly as I pass through it, then snaps back into focus behind me.
My destination is the little closet in the back of the room covered by a curtain. I know how this works already, and I don't need Toto to show me who the wizard really is.
I rip open the curtain, and sure enough, the wizard stands before me, although not the bumbling male wizard that I knew from my childhood.
Not that I wasn't expecting this, of course. Everyone in this little nightmare seems to be female, and if nothing else, willing to experiment.
The Wizard is a petite oriental woman, thin in every aspect with the exception of her ridiculously large breasts. The scant outfit she wears is manufactured entirely of leather, from her long boots to her obscenely miniscule halter top. Whether out of necessity or just to look more intelligent, I don't know, but she wears a pair of thin, black framed horn-rim glasses.
Most shocking of all, however, is the contraption she's operating. It bears a passing resemblance to the device the wizard uses in the movie, but this one also has a vibrator strapped firmly into the Wizard, and various little clamps and other toys hanging about, some in use, some not. Still intimidating in its own way.
It seems the Wizard gets her kicks from scaring the pants (haha) off of her visitors. I can see her view of my companions in the monitors, still sitting back slack-jawed at my discovery and my boldness.
"Oops," she says, impaling herself to the hilt of the ridiculously large vibrator built into her seat. "I, uh...I was just....er, what I mean is...Oh fuck."
As if that were what she had been trying to say the whole time, she slumps over conclusively.
Is that the best you can do?
"Well," she says, and interrupts herself with a squeal as a small robotic arm pinches her nipple, "No one's ever really done that before. How...how did you know?"
This is one of those You Wouldn't Believe Me If I Told You moments, I tell her. My friends are beginning to come out of their "hiding" places to see what is going.
Ceremoniously gesturing towards the Wizard, I ask them, See the truly great and powerful Oz, kids? Nothing but a girl with a really elaborate fetish.
With perfect comedic timing, the Wizard arches her back in an explosive orgasm as the monster vibrator finishes its job, then mumbles incoherently and relaxes into her chair. A devious grin spreads across her face like a fire on a prairie as she slides away from the vibrating rubber protuberance between her thighs.
"Clean this off, girl," she commands, gesturing towards Cordelia.
To my disgust, Cordelia complies immediately, licking the vibrator clean. Torturously, the Wizard gyrates her hips, thrusting her sex within millimeters of the Lion's face.
What the hell is this? You were all worried about a second ago, I tell the Wizard.
"So you know my little secret," she says with a shrug. "I'm still the most powerful woman in all of Oz...except..." She trails off, and I'm thinking this is where we're going to be assigned the task of killing a wicked witch or something.
"Why did you girls come here?"
"I want to be brave, like Nikki and Dorothy!" Cordelia is always so eager.
The other two hesitate for a moment before speaking. This bitch of a Wizard is no more commanding to them than she is to me.
The Scarecrow says, "I want to be smarter."
Oh, come on. Of all the answers she could have given.
Eager to get this over with, I spout out the corresponding answer to my character.
I wish I had a heart.
But then Dorothy surprises everyone with her ridiculous answer. "I want bigger tits."
Nothing in this story can just go the way I expect it. Nothing.
"I can get you all of those things," the Wizard says. "In return for..." Another squeal as a tube above her opens up to pour hot wax just north of her shaved pink pussy. "A few, um, tasks."
Let me guess. We need to find the Wicked Witch of the West and kill her, maybe bring back her broom as proof or something? She has an epidermal reaction to water, and all I have to do is douse her with a bucket or something, and she'll melt, right?
The Wizard looks stunned. She asks me, "Are you a Wizard too? How do you know these things?" Bucking up against the vibrator again. It's so distracting.
No, I tell her. Just saw it in a dream, I suppose.
"Now, you weren't one-hundred percent correct, I might add," the Wizard tells us, looking down over the frames of her little horn-rimmed glasses, her perky tits bouncing as she writhes against the vibrator. "Wicked Witch, yes, but she lives in the southeast. I was hoping you might get me something like a pair of her panties or something instead of a broom, unless she uses the handle for anything untowards."
"As far as the method of extermination, water might do it... I would suggest a gun, myself."
Reality seeps through in all of the wrong places in the land of Oz.
Cordelia pipes up. "You said a few tasks, O Mighty Wizard? What would the other tasks be? Ask and it shall be done."
I'm gonna be violently ill.
The Wizard grins, showing off eerily white teeth. "Task number two is, strip."
Cordelia's already half way out of her body armor before the rest of us move. Under any other circumstances I'd be glad to get naked with these ladies, but now seems not the time.
"Well," the Wizard says, "Go on."
My tank top and shorts fall to the floor, along with everyone else's clothing, and we stand nude in a line, waiting for our next orders.
"Toss me your panties, all of you," the Wizard commands, pinching her nipples herself when her machine could be doing it.
I reach down and pick up the tiny wet scrap of cloth too small to properly be called panties, and toss them to the Wizard, as everyone else does likewise.
With an amazing show of grace and skill, the Wizard catches one pair of panties in each hand, one between her slick thighs, and my panties in her teeth. Sucks the juices out of each pair, moaning and rubbing herself the whole time.
I ask, can we get on with this?
Returning to real life, or as real as it can get right now, the Wizard says, "Oh yes, excuse me. Go ahead and turn around, all of you." She climbs out of her little Sex-A-Lounger and walks to the wall behind our naked backs. We turn to follow her.
She depresses a button mounted on a control panel in the wall, and the wall in front of us rises up into the ceiling, revealing four very bizarre-looking capsules with various sorts of gadgetry within. "Climb in," she says with a smile, as if this is all very normal.
I ask, What the hell is this?
"Oh, you'll be helping me try this new contraption of mine out. Just got it online. I'm not just a Wizard in the field of magic you know. There are technological Wizards out there, too. I happen to be both."
I ask, What kind of permanent damage will this thing cause to me if something goes wrong?
"Oh don't worry," she says. "It's all neurological. No machinery like my chair back there at all. At worst, a circuit might fry your brain, and then you'd just be insane," she adds with a devious grin.
God forbid, like I'm not there already.
One by one, the Wizards straps us into our own respective capsule, making sure to press herself against me as much as she can, grinding her shaved pussy into mine and squashing our big tits together. Last, she places a helmet with a semi-transparent visor over my head, and the world goes quiet. She opens a box in the capsule to the left of my head, and pulls out three long wires with some medical looking gadget on the ends. These, she tapes one on each nipple, and one on my clit.
The Wizard strips too, then climbs back into her ridiculous chair, settling herself with the vibrator against her clit. The same sensors are taped onto herself, and then she punches a few buttons on the control panel in the chair's armrest. The world goes black, for only a second.
My field of vision turns a deep, deep tint of blue, like a TV monitor turned on but with no picture. Then, green lines begin to materialize and connect, creating wire frames of my own body and my partners'. I'm beginning to know them so well I can tell them apart in wire frame just by the shapes of their bodies.
Already feeling like I'm inside of a videogame, the feeling heightens as text appears to float in mid-air before me, suspended animation.
It says, loading skins. A rectangular green cursor blinks just behind it.
Suddenly the wire frames of our bodies jump to life, all of our sensations returning and now looking and feeling like normal human beings. Still, we are standing on a flat two-dimensional grid drawn in wireframe. The text reprints in mid-air, saying, loading world. Blink blink.
Flash.
Suddenly I'm in a circular blue room, seated in a wickedly comfortable chair. Across me is Anna, Cordelia to my right, and Dorothy to my left. In the center of the room is a small hot tub, the underwater lights the only source of light in the room. The water's surface reflects off of everything in the room. There are no doors leading to the outside of this room.
"Where are we?" Anna asks, her voice sounding strangely not like her own. A close imitation. A proxy.
I don't know, I tell her, my voice resonating strangely in my head. Seems like the Wizard has a bug to fix.
The water in the hot tub begins to roil over itself as a dark shape appears in the bottom of the pool. Frightened, Cordelia backs up into her chair as far as she can, flashing her soft pink pussy to everyone in the room.
Slowly from the water, the Wizard rises up with arms outstretched. Her body is nude, but she wears thigh-high black vinyl boots with stiletto heels and black vinyl gloves that reach up to the middle of her bicep. Her dark, tanned oriental skin glistens with oil, and the pouty lips of her pussy taunt us, inviting us in. The horn-rimmed glasses are gone for now.
As much as she pisses me off, the Wizard is a knockout.
She is facing me, but oddly she is facing each one of us. I can see only a faint glimpse of this, but it is enough that I can be sure. The Wizard becomes four as she walks towards me, walking towards everyone else. Eight bouncing pairs of the Wizard's titanic breasts, eight rock-hard buttocks, four pouting pussies like orchids yearning to be sucked.
She settles herself down on my lap, rubbing herself all over my body. She has an incredible amount of strength in her body, contorting herself and holding herself in positions I never thought imaginable. What she does with me, she mimics with Dorothy, Anna, and Cordelia.
With her hands planted on the arm rests of my chair and her boots dug into the wall so hard I can hear the paint and plaster cracking as her spiked heels dig into it, she arches her body into an upside-down U shape, the folds of her pussy resting on my lips.
"Lick," she says, her voice echoing itself times four.
Simultaneously, all four of us stretch our tongues out of our moist mouths and begin rooting through the folds of the Wizard's labia. I stroke her clit with my tongue hard, and Dorothy is doing the same, while Anna and Cordelia take a softer, more gentle approach. The Wizard's pussy is one of the sweetest things I have ever tasted, like nectar I never imagined.
I barely get to taste it before the Wizard tenses, gasping for breath and splattering her juices all over my face and chest as she shudders with uncountable multiple orgasms.
She tastes so good, I keep straining to reach her pussy, but she backs away from all of us. "Enough!" she exclaims, panting. "My pleasure is multiplied by four here. Don't overdo it."
Improbably, the Wizard flips over backwards rather than dismounting the chair the normal way, landing in perfect form as if she were an Olympic gymnast. A fine rainbow fan of ambrosia from her pussy trails behind her in an arc, and as she lands, she snaps her finger. Tiny beads of her juice hang suspended in midair.
"The realm of possibilities here is infinite," she says times four. "Do you begin to understand?"
I lean forward to touch one of the tiny beads with my tongue, and it bursts, releasing her sweet girlcum into my mouth.
"You do," she says with a smile.
Please, further demonstrate.
Another snap of the fingers, and the gravity in the room has dropped to zero for everyone but the Wizard. We float so the our yearning pussies are perfectly level with the Wizard's mouths, and she steps forward into each one of us.
With no amount of foreplay, the Wizard sets to work on each one of us, doing mindblowing things with her tongue. Through either a trick of whatever simulation we're in, or just out of sheer skill, she has amazing muscle control in her tongue. Through each curve of my labia, she molds her tongue to perfectly caress each square inch of my pink flesh.
Her tongue tears through my defenses, and I'm nearly ready to cum as quickly as she did with all four of us working on her simultaneously. Her tongue does impossible things, moving quickly and slowly, rough and soft, all of these things at the same time. Her tongue becomes a vibrator, wet and alive unlike her plastic counterpart.
In mere moments, what seem like thousands of orgasms rip through my body, not a single nerve ending standing still. All around me are the muted cries of my girlfriends at they experience the same imcomprehensible orgasm.
Seriously, going through a wormhole is nowhere near as good as this.
And I think, Maybe the Wizard isn't so bad after all.
This is right up until she materializes a really evil-looking rubber and metal contraption with all sorts of sexual protrusions out of nowhere and approaches us with it.
"Relax," she says, tilting my head up to meet my eyes with her own, and presses cold metal I-don't-know-what against my clit. "This device feels much better than it looks," she adds with a maniacal grin.
Zap.
"Ow, FUCK," the Wizard screams, tearing the helmet off of her head. We all do likewise, shocked back into reality, as it were.
"It always crashes when I bring that thing out," she adds, downtrodden.
Who would have thought. Probably her computer shuts down out of shame or horror. Remember the little floating torture ball that Darth Vader brings in to use on Princess Leia in the first Star Wars movie?
Yeah, like that.
"Oh well," she says flippantly. "Looks like you all had a good time."
None of us knew we could pump that much fluid from our pussies. The capsules and our thighs are slick with it.
It appears that I'm still the only one with a level head here, as the rest are all dazed, stoned out of their minds on endorphins.
One by one, now that there's only one of her, she unstraps us from our capsules.
"I'll have to fix that bug, and we can try it out again when you get back from your journey to the Wicked Witch's castle."
God, I can't wait.
"Now," she says, lining us all up because we're too fucked, literally, to do it ourselves. "I've reprogrammed the wormhole in the opposite room to take you just outside of the Witch's evil forest. I'd set you down in the castle itself if I could, but she has some sort of protective field around her domain that prevents entry or exit by wormholes."
She waves around a monstrous pistol as she gives us our instructions.
"Here," she says, holding out a map, "is the path to the castle within the forest." Dazedly, I grasp for it but miss. "No," she says, exasperated, "here." She places the map in my hand.
Dorothy squeaks out a moan/grunt, staring at the ceiling.
"Join hands, everyone," the Wizard tells us, and leads us to the wormhole.
"Now remember...you need to kill the Wicked Witch of the Southeast, and bring me the panties she's wearing as proof." She hands me the absurdly large gun. "Watch it...this is loaded, just point and pull the trigger...you have thirteen bullets."
Me right now with a gun is not a good idea. Who knows what I might accidentally shoot. I can't even stand up straight.
"Make sure you hurry now, girls, 'cause I'm impatient," the Wizard says, shoving us one at a time into the wormhole.
I'm the last one to go.
"You're the most level-headed here, Nikki," she tells me. "I need you to be the strong one here."
Yeah, I say off-handedly, and she shoves me backwards into the wormhole, her nails digging into my flesh.
Seconds later, the path leading into the Witch's domain materializes around me, and just like my friends, my pussy is pounding, over-sexed and it feels so good it hurts. After the day I've had, the additional orgasm we've been blessed with by the wormhole was really unnecessary.
I mumble, Everyone okay?
A soft chorus of moans echo around me. I take this as a good sign.
Yeah, yeah, I know it's been a year since the last installment. Uh, sorry =) Will try not to let that happen again. As always, question, comments, complaints or suggestions may be directed to Orchid888@hotmail.com. Thanks for reading!