Chapter 8: I don't give a flying fuck!

The foursome walked slowly down the green-bricked road. Here the road was not well maintained. In several places, bricks were broken, and some were missing. Weeds sprouted in the holes, and in some places, the weeds completely covered the pathway.

The woods on each side of the road were dense, dark and frightening. Dorothy and her companions kept tightly together.

Around a bend in the road, they came across a sign.

"Haunted Forest", the Lion read aloud. "I'd Turn Back If I Were You!"

With a cry, the Lion turned and prepared to run, but the others stopped him.

In her bedroom at the Castle, the Wicked Witch of the West reached out from under the covers, and caressed the huge crystal ball. The scene of Dorothy and the others faded away.

"She's no fun at all to watch," the Witch grumbled. "Let's try another channel..."

Mists inside the crystal formed another scene. A room dressed in pink and white, with glitter and sequins on almost every hard surface. A woman was lying on the bed, completely naked, covered only by a strapping young, naked soldier. The soldier's hips flexed, driving his sizable cock deep into the woman's eager-looking cunt.

"Glinda's always good for a peep-show," the Wicked Witch smiled, picked up her vibrating dildo, and lay back in the bed.

She switched on the dildo, and held its head against her massive, green-tinged clit. Shivers of pleasure rushed through her body. She kept her eyes on the scene of her cousin Glinda and her soldier, as she plunged the dildo inside her. She matched the soldier's thrusts with thrusts of her own.

In the crystal, Glinda was nearing orgasm; even though she had not conjured sound into the scene, the Witch could imagine the shrieks of delight that Glinda would be making right now. She knew Glinda was a screamer, and that was the reason she had not bothered with sound.

The soldier in the crystal stopped thrusting, and Glinda pushed him over onto his back, moving quickly to place her lips over his cockhead as the man spurted. Glinda caught his emissions in her mouth and swallowed with a smile.

Instantly there was a shimmer; a sparkle in her countenance. The Wicked Witch watched as she youthened.

"Damn her," the Wicked Witch grimaced. "There she goes again!"

She quickened up the pace of her thrusts with the dildo as the scene in the crystal faded. She could feel herself on the edge of orgasm. Just a few... more... seconds...

The crystal ball screamed for attention.

She ignored it, thrusting the dildo deep into her cunt, twisting its base against her clit, the vibration turned up to "high".

The crystal showed a scene of Dorothy and her companions on the near edge of the Haunted Forest. Within a few minutes, they would arrive at the castle.

"Damn! Damn! DAMN!," the Witch huffed. "So close... So close, and yet..."

She tossed the dildo aside, jumped out of bed, and threw on her long, black bathrobe and grabbed her pointed hat.

She stomped out of her room and down the hallway, threw open a door. Inside the room were two winged monkeys; the King of the Monkeys and his latest concubine. They had evidently just finished a bout of sex; the King was smoking a cigarette, and the Queen was catching a quick nap.

"Put that out," the Witch hissed. "You know nobody is allowed to smoke in this castle!"

"Nobody but you," the Monkey leered. "Trouble is, you haven't smoked in years."

"Look here, you insolent beast," the Witch shouted. "I've got a job for you if you haven't exhausted yourself."

"Me? Exhausted?" The monkey grinned, and pulled aside the sheet. He had an evident erection. "Look who's sleeping, Bitch."

"That's Witch, not Bitch," the Witch growled.

"If you say so." The monkey laughed. "What's the job?"

Dorothy and her companions stepped out of the shadows of the forest. They gazed upward at the castle perched atop what seemed like a pile of boulders.

"The Wicked Witch of the West lives up there?"

The Scarecrow nodded. "But how do we get in? She's got guards and everything."

Suddenly a dark cloud flowed out of one of the castle's towers.

"Whazzat?" the Lion whined. "Whazzat?"

The cloud descended toward them. As it came closer, Dorothy could make out that it was made up of individual creatures.

"Oh my gosh," the Tin Man shouted. "Flying Monkeys! Run, Dorothy, Run!"

Dorothy turned and bolted, Toto at her heels.

The Tin Man swung his axe, coming close to but not hitting the approaching monkeys. One of them grabbed his axe, and snatched it away from him. Another pair of monkeys grabbed him, and carried him up into the air.

The Scarecrow flapped his arms ineffectively at the flying creatures. Two grabbed his arms, another two grabbed his feet, and they pulled him apart, scattering his straw stuffing on the ground.

The Lion, totally in a panic, dashed toward the forest.

Two monkeys chased after Dorothy and caught her. They grabbed her by the arms, lifting her into the air.