Date: Thu, 24 May 2001 11:52:37 -0000
From: Jennifer Lake <orchid888@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Wormhole (Part 4)

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!