Date: Sat, 08 Apr 2000 06:07:46 GMT From: Jennifer Lake <orchid888@hotmail.com> Subject: The Wormhole, Part 3 I wonder briefly where this wormhole will lead to, seconds before another mind- blowing orgasm rips through my body. It's so hard to concentrate with this sort of thing going on. At that moment, nothing else matters. I wonder what the science of this thing is, that it can transport me through time and across great distances, and still have the added bonus of giving me an earth-shattering orgasm. Or, what the hell, just go with it. I open my eyes. Lush, endless green fields. Gorgeous mountain ranges in the backdrop of this surrealistic setting. Random patches of brilliant red flowers. Sparkling green towers just feet in front of me, stretching upwards towards the electric blue sky, as far as the eye can see. My dear Dorothy, we have reached the emerald city of Oz, if I am correct. Dorothy looks a little less shocked by this trip through the wormhole. The Scarecrow, however, is making a great deal of noise, mostly unintelligible moaning, as her pussy gushes out girlcum down the length of her skirt. I thought she might bite her tongue off if she didn't calm down soon. Exhausted, I lean against the glassy green wall of the Emerald City. Shortly I am joined by the not-so-wholesome-as-she-appears Dorothy, and the willowy Anna Scarey, that's Scarecrow to you, who slumps heavily against the wall. A tiny, creaking little door opens above our heads. This is the part where the little old man who looks suspiciously just like the Wizard pokes his head out and demands that we state our business. I'm going to tug on his ridiculous moustache and send him sprawling out onto the ground in front of us. I'm in no mood for any crap. Soon enough, the big, fuzzy green hat appears in the doorway, but it isn't attached to the wizard. Underneath that stupid green hat is a young girl, eyes squinting in the harsh sunlight. "Who goes there?" she asks, scowling and looking around but not seeing us directly underneath her. "Well, who goes there?" Any moment, she'll be frothing at the mouth. Feisty, this one. I clear my throat. "Ah, there you are, stand up where I can see you," she commands. Without pausing, she adds, "Well, go on," as if we'd been stalling for a few minutes already. So formal. We do what the stern young lady tells us to, lining up like we're military. "State your business," she barks. I'm going to take a wild stab here, I'm going to go out on a limb. We're here to.see the Wizard of Oz? Hell, I don't know. The girl in the window looks confused, but only briefly. Then she is firm, she is rigid, she is in charge again. "The Great and Powerful Oz sees no one!" I know how this works though. Look, Dorothy here, she's come a long way, and here she is with the ruby slippers, I tell her. This time, a look of complete bewilderment crosses her face. "Those.are just shoes," she says, all sneering high school cheerleader. Like I said, I'm in no mood for any crap. That freaky green vinyl coat she's wearing is wrapped up in my white-knuckled fist, and I'm in her face like the drill sergeant she's trying to be. Listen, you little bitch. We're tired, we're hungry, we're in a very collectively bad mood right now, and all I want from you its to open this door and let me see the Wizard of Fucking Oz right now, so I suggest that you get the fuck out of my way, I'm screaming through clenched teeth. Hey, it works in the modeling business. Big, big green eyes stare out at me in total shock, and I can see them welling up with tears. With a loud sniff, she pulls her head back inside and closes the window in the door. I can hear her bawling on the other side. Tick tock, tick tock, I'm tapping my foot in rhythm with a mental clock as minutes go by, and then the towering double doors creak open in front of us. "Welcome to the Emerald City," the girl gurgles underneath her flowing tears as she gestures us inwards. "I'll be assigned to give you all a tour of the city, and give you access to the royal guest areas. You're to be served dinner, and freshened up before your meeting with the great and powerful wizard tomorrow morning at ten o'clock sharp.Just.just don't yell at me any more." Pitiful. Dorothy, always so calm and understanding, is there to help, there to comfort. If I know Dorothy at all, Dorothy is there to get this girl out of her green body armor and into a bed somewhere. "There, there," Dorothy croons, holding the girl's head to her ample breasts. "Shhh.what's your name?" she asks the girl. "C..Cordelia, Liona," she sputters between sobs. As my mind simultaneously registers the idea, I hear another gate guard cry out to her. What's the matter, Lion, someone scare you again? Roar, he says, his hands held out like claws, lunging, and then he's walking away again, laughing with his friends. Cordelia here, is, of course, the Cowardly Lion. But wait, hold the phone, stop the presses. We have a Dorothy. We have a Scarecrow. We have a Cowardly Lion. Here we are, in the Emerald City, all assembled, with no Tin Woodsman? Of course, I'm so stupid that I ought to be the Scarecrow. Of course, I'm playing the Tin Woodsman in this sick, twisted nightmare. Of course, my name is Nikki, Nikki Chopper, and the Tin Woodsman, well, he was Nick Chopper before he got hacked to pieces with that enchanted axe. Of course, just look at all my shiny silver clothing. Lube me up and I'm ready to go, haha, heehee, hoho. It fits, I suppose. If I only had a heart. Yes, Dorothy is up to something, she's staring into the Lion's big green eyes and rubbing her shoulders, as if she could feel something through that body armor. Her hand gently caresses the sharp angles of Cordelia's chin, and tilts her head up to face her. "It's okay," she says to the Cowardly Lion. "Nikki here, she won't bite." Too hard. Anna is staring blankly, her face a mask of wonder. "This all seems so.familiar," she mutters. "Maybe I'm just being stupid." How fitting. Cordelia, she stops crying, she wipes her eyes and breaks herself from Dorothy's grasp. "I'll be brave," she says, sniffling. I'm tired of this. Let's go. Cordelia leads us into the city. Everywhere, there are people, and everywhere, everything is green. Green like the color of the Lion's eyes, pools of emerald. I wonder if our dinner will be green, all spinach and broccoli, asparagus. But it's green eggs and ham. This, I don't remember from the Wizard of Oz. Dinner is uneventful, we eat our green eggs and our green ham, and we talk about how we came to be in Oz, we talk about the layout of the Emerald City, we talk about our dreams. A brain. A heart. A home. The nerve. Then we're off to be pampered. Dorothy would be getting a manicure, the Lion would have her hair curled and trimmed, the Scarecrow would be having her stuffing replaced, and I would be getting a good buffing, but we're only ghosts of those characters, not the real thing. So we're getting massages. Ah ha ha, oh ho ho, and a couple of tra-la-las. There are two beds per room, and Lion and I are separated from Scarecrow and Dorothy. Cordelia closes the door behind us, and stands away from me in the corner. I'm sorry I yelled at you earlier, I tell her, stepping closer. "It's okay," she says, "I'm emotional right now." She steps closer. Who will be giving the massage? "We're short on help right now," she says. "We'll have to do it ourselves." She makes body armor look good. "There's a lock in the back of this suit," she tells me. "Can you undo it for me?" She places her funky green hat on a hook by the chin strap, and takes the pins out of her hair. It's dark red, straight, and it hangs down, shimmering, past her ass. Behind her, somewhere underneath all that hair, I find three clasps on the back of her armor, and I undo them one by one, until her armor clatters to the floor. She wears a simple black tank top underneath, skintight, and I peel it from her body, gently caressing her strong curves as I do so. She turns to me, her large breasts swaying, and presses her lips against mine. "Let's just forget that mess earlier and make the best of this, hmm?" she whispers. Very brave, this one. My silver jacket falls to the floor. Yes, I say. Yes. Yes. Yes. My shirt is gone, and then my skirt is gone, and I kick my shoes to the wall. My silver bra, panties, stockings, they all get thrown into the corner. All of Cordelia's clothing, we throw that in the corner too. Cordelia, she's a natural redhead. She lays me on the bed, face down, and puts her strong hands on my neck. "You're tense," she says, "I can feel it in your muscles." Those hands of hers begin rubbing in circular motions, down my neck towards my shoulder blades, down the small of my back, creeping so slowly. Her hands reach my waist and continue downwards, to the gentle swell of my buttocks, and she keeps right on going, down to the top of my thighs, her fingers lingering for too long, then moving inwards instead of downwards. I can feel my juices seeping out onto the table, and she brushes one finger softly against my labia, scooping up only the smallest sample of my fluids. My nipples are rigid against this cold metal table, and I like it that way because it makes her touch feel like fire. "Mmm," she mutters, smacking her lips as she tastes my fluids, and climbs up on the table with me, straddling me over the small of my back. I can feel her hot, wet pussy rubbing against me as she kneads the muscles of my back underneath her knuckles. "Relax," she whispers. I am relaxed, I am calm, I am serene, and two of the Lion's fingers are thrusting inside of me now, so I raise my ass up in the air to give her an all-access pass. She gyrates her hips against me, coating my back with a thin layer of her girlcum. Sleepily, I look behind me, and she is beautiful, arching her back to fingerfuck me behind her, the muscles of her stomach pulled tight and her large breasts pointing upwards. Her other hand is digging its nails into the flesh of my hip. Her long red hair is dangling, perfectly placed, so that it sweeps across my inner thighs, across my buttocks, across Cordelia's hand and my pussy, and it gives me just that little push I need over the hill to orgasm. Pinned down by her weight, I buck my hips as my hot cum splashes out onto the Lion's hand. She leans over me, putting her dripping fingers in my mouth, and whispers into my ear, "Friends?" I nod, sucking her fingers clean, and roll over to face her. She's mine now. I stand and press her body against a large, full-length mirror on the wall, my tongue in her mouth, hands around her breasts, my thigh rubbing steadily against her sex. My tongue travels down her body, investigating every part of her. Her neck, where it meets her collarbone. The valley of cleavage, between her heaving breasts. Her swollen nipples, tracing circles around her large aereola. The rigid line down the center of her firm stomach muscles. Her navel, my tongue dipping in briefly and continuing onward. Navigating through her small patch of trimmed red pubic hair. At this point, I can see the heat from her moist pussy steaming up the mirror, and I'm ravenous for her nectar. My tongue slides into her, her scent and her taste engulfing me, and I grasp her ass with my hands as she wraps her own hands into my hair. When I put my lips around her clit and suck gently, she squeals and gyrates her hips, spreading her legs further apart. I'm not going for a speed record here, though, so I tease her, licking around her slit, nuzzling my nose into her soft red pubic hair. My tongue glides slowly along her outer lips, so close yet so far, and my fingers softly explore the curves of her ass and her wide hips. My breath is adding to the steam on the mirror near her moist pussy. Looking up, she's pinching her nipples and tugging on them, purring like a kitten. "Oh fuck, just make me cum," she purrs, and guides my mouth back to her clit with her hands. Who am I to argue? I lick her entire slit from bottom to top and start focusing on her clit. Stiff, short strokes of my tongue punctuated by sucking, and in a moment, she's spattering her cum all down the mirror behind us as she's rocked by multiple orgasms. I can see the droplets of her cum dripping down the mirror, cutting trails through the steam her pussy and my breath created, and I'm intrigued. For only a brief moment, I notice that we're standing behind a one-way mirror, and I can see Dorothy as her naked body presses up against the mirror, The Scarecrow behind her with one arm around her torso, pinching her nipple, and the other furiously rubbing Dorothy's pussy. Dorothy's mouth hangs open in ecstasy, her breath steaming the mirror from the other side, and then they back away. It looks like a normal mirror again, except for the small smear of Dorothy's cum streaked across the other side. When I think about them watching us in secrecy, I'm wet all over again, and I just have to cum. I press myself against the mirror and start masturbating ravenously, and my moans and cries filling this chamber. My breasts are squashed flat against the mirror, crushing my nipples and making them ache like hell. I stare seductively into the other room, where I imagine Scarecrow and Dorothy to be, and with the help of Cordelia, who is sucking on my ass cheeks and pumping her fingers into my throbbing pussy, I'm cumming again like the ocean, each pounding wave of my fluids crashing into the cliff wall of the mirror. We lay back against a leg of the table, the Lion's hand wrapped around my sweaty stomach, both out of breath. I smile at Cordelia in the mirror, my hand wrapping around hers. Apology accepted. We retire to the Lion's chambers, entwined with each other as we fall asleep. She wakes me at 8:00 the next morning, another set of silver clothing laid out for me. A silver spaghetti-string tank top, barely containing the swell of my breasts, a pair of silver shorts so small they left the bottom half of my ass hanging out in the back, silver fishnet stockings, and a pair of chunky-heeled silver shoes. Regardless of whatever precautions I might take, it is difficult to avoid exposing myself with any movement in this clothing. Clothing designed to get on the Wizard's good side, I imagine. I arrive downstairs, accompanied by Cordelia, dressed in the same green body armor, in the main waiting chamber. Shortly, we are joined by the Scarecrow and Dorothy. Anna is wearing a black tube of material around her waist, barely long enough to be called a skirt. This skirt, however, is by no means opaque, exposing underneath a pair of black thong panties and her small, toned ass. Her top is made of the same material as the "skirt", with long sleeves, and the hem of the shirt ends snugly beneath her fully visible breasts. Black vinyl boots frame her slender legs just past the knee, leaving a mere seven inches of creamy white thigh exposed to the elements. Suddenly I feel less naked in her presence. Dorothy, however, seems to have escaped this treatment. She again is wearing the blue gingham dress, white baby tee, and appalling red shoes. She stares around in wonder at the vast chamber before us, sparkling with green gems encrusting the walls. We wait, watching seconds ticking by on the clock as ten o'clock nears. When it arrives, Cordelia leads us to onto a raised platform at the far end of the chamber. We are searched by several guards, not at all discreet in their examinations. No possibility of a concealed weapon is left untouched. They lift up my tank top, unzip my shorts and unceremoniously thrust a finger inside my vagina, finding nothing of course. Not the place I'll be hiding weapons today, thanks. When the guards are satisfied that none of us are assassins, they step back and begin flipping switches on a control panel on the far end of the room. I look at the Lion questioningly, and she only motions to stand still and be quiet. A loud humming noise fills the room, as several concentric circles begin rotating around each other within the air before us, appearing seemingly out of nowhere. Without warning, a wormhole appears within those rings and devours our group whole, spitting us out in a chamber easily three times as large as the one we came from. As I'm cumming my brains out, spasming on the floor of this chamber, I look up above to see a hauntingly familiar green disembodied head floating above me. The lion is backing away in fear even as orgasms uncontrollably wrack her body. The voice booms out from everywhere and nowhere at once, filling my head like a train wreck, but the mouth of the floating Wizard's head does not move along with it, like a badly edited Japanese film dubbed into English. "Who dares disturbs the Great and Powerful Oz?" To be continued.... To everyone, so sorry for the horribly long amount of time it took me to get this portion of the story out. 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