Excerpt from "The Witches of Oz" by Adrianna Arden

 

Zephyra's bedchamber was as magnificent as her bathroom. There was a window and balcony looking out over the country of the Munchkins, over which the sun was setting in a bath of green and gold. There was also a dressing table with a mirror, perfume sprayer, silver brush and comb, and a long glass fronted wardrobe.

Within it was a selection of boots, thigh wand holsters and cloaks, three more witches hats of slightly different designs, a broomstick fitted with a saddle, and a rack of wands with different handles. Some of them were visibly more worn than others. If she had any other clothes, they were not on show. Perhaps that was all she wore.

But the room was dominated by its bed.

It was a huge four-poster covered in blue silk sheets that matched the big silken awning hung above it. The posts were decorated by silver ropes coiled about them.

Zephyra unlocked Jenny's cuffs and then laid her down on the bed. Jenny trembled as she saw hungry look in her eyes. Zephyra flicked her wand and the silver ropes uncoiled from the bedposts and wrapped themselves about Jenny's wrists and ankles, pulling her body out wide until she was tautly spread-eagled. As she whimpered and struggled in fear, Zephyra placed a finger over her lips, warning her to be silent.

'You will scream freely but you will not speak until it is time to beg me to take you. Then you will give me all the pleasure of which your body is capable,' Zephyra told her. 'When you climax, my wand will absorb the orgasmotine in your discharge. But first, I think you need a little stimulation. Pain before pleasure, as we say in Oz...'

She waved her wand again and its body lengthened and become more flexible, like a black rubber whip with a tracery of silver wires bound about it. When it was a metre long, Zephyra clambered up onto the bed and stood over Jenny. She trailed the tip of the whip over Jenny's trembling breasts and then down her body to her groin. The whip tip tickled her cleft with its pouting inner lips. Jenny felt a shameful surge of heat and wetness flowing out through them.

'Yes, that's the way, Jenny,' Zephyra encouraged to her. 'Let your inhibitions go. Let your body express its passion. But I must not neglect your lovely bottom. Let me see to that first...'

She flicked her wand-whip again and the ropes bound to Jenny's ankles shortened, pulling her legs up into the air and spreading them even wider until her bottom was lifted clear of the silken sheets. Zephyra knelt at the end of the bed so she could stroke and pat and pinch Jenny's buttocks, while Jenny stared at her between the "V" of her spread legs in horror.

'You have such lovely soft fleshy buttocks,' she observed. 'Just made for a good whipping...'

And she slashed her wand-whip across them. Jenny screamed as her buttock flesh rippled under the impact even as it was cut across by the whip. Searing pain flowed through her. The whip hissed and cracked again and again. Her bottom felt as if it was on fire. Through her tears, she saw Zephyra's face shining with delight at Jenny's pain and her power over her. She must be such as sadist! And yet a part of her yearned to please her, because she knew that in Oz it was her place to suffer...

Oh God, where had that thought come from?

After a dozen strokes, Zephyra paused to inspect the damage she had done to Jenny's bottom. It was blushing pink and its cheeks were crisscrossed by livid welts of scarlet and purple that were bleeding in places.

'Good, you have been warmed up. Now I must see to the rest of you...'

The ropes lengthened again, laying Jenny's legs flat. She whimpered as her stinging buttocks were pressed against the sheets once more. Zephyra stood up again so she could she swung her wand-whip down at Jenny's helpless body.

It cracked across the undersides of Jenny's breasts, making them shiver and leap like pink milk jellies. Jenny screamed as the whip cut red slashes across her tender flesh.

Zephyra's eyes seemed to burn as she swung the whip a second and third time, adding fresh livid stripes to the first set, even as her own proud brown breasts jiggled and bounced, while their nipples stood up like thimbles. The fourth below struck Jenny's own nipples perfectly square on, driving them back down into her pillowy soft flesh before they sprang back up again, glowing like cherries and burning like fire but apparently begging for more punishment.

Jenny shrieked and sobbed as fresh tears streamed from her eyes. Anything would be better than this. She would make love to Zephyra any way she wished if only the pain would stop. 'Please... Mistress... Screw me!' she yelled.

'I want to hear a little more passion and conviction,' Zephyra replied, slashing her wand-whip across Jenny's stomach.

Through her tears, Jenny saw her body being covered in livid burning welts. Zephyra had only healed the marks the Munchkins had put on her in the bath so she would be a fresh canvas of flesh for her own pleasure and amusement. She was so cruel... and yet so magnificent! And part of Jenny wanted to surrender to such power...

The whip slashed across Jenny's splayed inner thighs, leaving its livid marks in its wake. Then it cut up through Jenny's vulva.

Jenny screamed at the top of her voice, filling the chamber with echoes, as her pussy filled with fire. If she had not emptied her bladder earlier, she would have peed on the bed. It was too much to bear!

'P... please screw... me fuck me, Mistress... I b... beg you... I want you... I'll be your slave... your lover for ever... anything you want!'

Zephyra rested her whip and smiled down at Jenny in triumph. 'That is the passion I wanted to hear,' she said. 'That is why we prize femkins so highly. When they are broken, they become perfect slaves...'

And then she plugged the handle of her whip up into her own deep, hot, copper tan cleft and whispered some more incomprehensible words.

The elongated whip seemed to writhe with a life of its own and then shortened and shrank back towards its handle now lodged in Zephyra's pussy. As it did so, it swelled in thickness. In seconds it had become a perfectly lifelike black phallus rising out of Zephyra's cleft.

Zephyra stroked it and shivered with pleasure. 'Through it I will feel you like a man would. Why should they have all the fun when they are within a woman?'

And then she knelt between Jenny thighs and laid her perfect powerful body across her. The wand penis rubbed through Jenny's simmering wet labia and parted her flesh lips and drove its way into the mouth of her vagina, stretching it wide as it went. Zephyra's heavy hot breasts pressed down onto Jenny's gory, smarting globes. Then Zephyra's lips ground against Jenny's with frightening passion.

The last of her inhibitions melted away and Jenny returned the passion kiss for kiss. Their mouths parted and their tongues intertwined as Zephyra began to pump with her hips, driving her magical penis deep into Jenny's body. Her juices flowed freely about it. She had never felt more alive, Jenny thought. She had never known anybody like her new mistress. At that moment, she loved her with a desperate undying passion.

Zephyra was grinding and pumping into Jenny's vagina and it hurt and yet it was wonderful. She could feel her loins filling with hot lust. She was going to burst with desire, but that would be all right because it would feed her mistresses' need.

A massive orgasm tore through Jenny and she bucked wildly underneath Zephyra's hot tan body. Zephyra's eyes flashed with pleasure as her vagina sprayed out its passion that somehow flowed out through the tip of her wand phallus like a male discharge. The hot juices burned inside Jenny and she knew perfect joy.

Then she felt something been sucked back out of her insides, draining back into the penis wand. She was feeding orgasmotine to her mistress! And then warm blissful blackness and total exhaustion claimed her.