Scene 9

Jackson was in the dark. He couldn’t see anything other than some vague shapes thanks to a tiny bit of light coming from under a door a little ways ahead of him and to the left. Being in the dark wasn’t a big deal, but he found he couldn’t move. Not his arms, his body, his head or even his feet. It wasn’t that he couldn’t feel his body, he could tell he was wearing a dress with the fabric nipped in at his waist, how it stopped at mid thigh. On his feet had to be high high heels with how his feet were stuck at an angle, he could even feel the weight of the makeup on his face. His hair felt tight on his head, but could feel it resting on his shoulders in pigtails he would imagine. His body wasn’t frozen, he could still feel his muscles straining when he tried to move, but they just seemed to be held fast, not even able to move his jaws or blink at his own command. Despite the situation he didn’t feel panic, or any anxiety, not desire to reach for those pills his sister had been given to him. Everything as odd as it was seemed like it was normal, even though his mind knew it wasn’t.

Standing there in the dark Jackson moved the one thing he could, his eyes. Trying to get a better look at what was around him, hoping his eyes adjusted to the dim light in the otherwise dark room. He either didn’t have time for that to happen or he was seeing all he could by the time his situation changed. He started to move forward, not walking, he was moving on a conveyor belt of some kind. The door, a circular red one he could tell by the light when it flooded in as the door opened. The sudden bright light hurt his eyes, but he couldn’t move his hand up to block it or even able to close his eyes, but it did allow him to see a few things as he was moved out of whatever room he was in. Inside there had been long metal poles moving, large gears or cogs locking together as they turned and rolled and what he was standing on was a brick path that was either gold or painted to look like it.

Understanding, or more understanding than he had a moment ago, came to him when he was able to look at his body. He didn’t have the freedom to move, yet he now knew how exactly he was dressed. His long brown hair has been tied into twin braids, his lips a crimson red and his eyes done up with enough eyeliner, mascara and eyeshadow to make them look large and childlike. While he wore a tight fitting blue and white checked gingham dress that did nothing to diminish the large set of D cup breasts or cover his legs with how it stopped halfway to his knees, his feet had little socks with ruffles that were folded down and his feet in six inch sparkling red heels. He could feel a strip of fabric between his asscheeks and the straps of a bra under the dress. He looked like a slutty Dortothy Gale from Wizard of Oz and was still unable to move as the yellow brick road moved instead of him walking.

A single roar of a lion could be heard overhead as he saw someone else standing just off the path on some grass… or fake grass. It was his sister Madison wearing a white and pink dress that exposed much of her cleavage and was nearly as short as his own dress, she wore it with thigh high white stockings and pink heels with a little bow. She also wore a silvery crown, small white wings like she had borrowed them from a Victoria's Secret model and a wand with a star at the end that looked close to the size of his head. He wanted to call out to her, ask her what was going on, he somehow knew that had happened before and would keep happening, but not exactly what was happening. Jackson found only muffled sounds coming from his mouth as he moved closer to her.

“Mmdddy!” Trying to call out her name wasn’t working and she didn’t seem to have any inclination to respond to him, but he could see her moving. Tilting her head from side to side with a big smile on her face that seemed less than real. She wasn’t blinking, the movements of her head seemed jerky, along with her arm as it moved up and down moving the wand. When he started to pass her he felt something hard slap into his ass hard enough that he went down to his knees.

“Oh!” His jaw lowered, his puffy red lips forming into an O as he turned his head away from his sister and out into a void, his eyes opening widely in surprise, but not from any control of his own. Jackson felt like he had to move that way, like one might have to move a limb when it cramped up. All of his movements were off, even him falling to his knees felt unnatural just like those of his sister. It was like they were both some dolls in a nightmare. Nothing that scared him, it was just life, this was his life. That thought more than anything brought fear to his mind as a shiver went down his spine.

The road kept on moving, someone side stepped out into the road, but also somehow hovering just over it as the road kept on moving. The figure was dressed as the scarecrow from Wizard of Oz and even though the road moved it stayed right in front of him. Still down on his knees, Jackon’s head moved outside of his own will as he faced the scarecrow allowing him to get a better look at it. It was Lincoln, he was here too. The sight of his friend filled Jackson with hope, he wanted to call out to him, ask him to help him get free or at least off the road, but his mouth was still open and Jackson found himself leaning forward more to put the scarecrows wooden dick in his mouth that he hadn’t even noticed was out. The wooden shaft slid past his lips, the scarecrow, Linc thrust his hips back and forth as Jackson himself bobbed his head up and down a few times before the taste of wood was joined by the slimy, creamy, salty flavor of a man’s seed.

Soon as it filled his mouth Jackson’s lips closed and with no control over his jaw was **** to either hold it all in his mouth or swallow it down. He truly didn’t want to swallow it, but he found himself doing just that as he fell forward onto his hands when the Linc side stepped back out of his path. Jackson could feel the slimy substance move down his throat as he saw someone else to the side of the yellow brick road. A man dressed in metal armor that looked like a cheap light movie prop version of something a knight might wear. He hoped this wouldn’t be a repeat, as he watched the knight's visor rise, showing the face of Abraham from the office. The fear that he would now be bobbing his head up and down in a mock blow job on him passed as Jackson happily kept moving past him. That was when Jackson felt the metal hands on his hips, his head moving on its own to look back at Abe with a smile on his face.

Jackson could feel the thong between his ass cheeks being parted as something pressed against his ass and then into it. Jackson of course had never had anal sex before, he never even considered letting a girl peg him. Yet here he was being fucked by a metal dick that seemed to vibrate in side of him, causing waves of pleasure to move this his body each time the man thrusted and he pushed himself back into him, trying to get him to go deeper. Still with the knowledge that this was just normal, this was the trip down the yellow brick road. Then as suddenly as it started it was over, Jackson could feel some sort of liquid inside of his rear as the hands on his hips pulled away without a word.

The yellow brick road continued forward to a green door with the word Oz written on it. Relief went through Jackson as the trip was over, he was at the end, or at least he hoped so as the door opened and he was moved inside the room he had just exited a moment or so ago. The door closed behind him as he stood back up straight as the floor moved him to the center of the room and the door shut behind him, leaving Jackson again in darkness.

There Jackson stood, unable to move trying to figure out what sort of sick wizard of oz fetish this was when the floor eventually started to move again. He wasn’t sure how long he had been in there other than he no longer felt the cum that had been deposited in him from both ends.WHen the floor moved the door in front of him opened just as it had before, the sound of a lion roaring happened again, this time twice. His sister dressed as a tarted up good witch slapped his ass with her wand that was more of a paddle, but this time it happened twice. He met up with Linc, swallowing down his cum again, but this time he had been given two loads of the white substance and two in his ass from Abe. It was all normal, this was his life he had no control and simply had to do what was expected of him.

Then it all happened again, with three roars from the lion, three swats to his ass and it finally hit Jackson as his mouth engulfed the wooden cock, his cheeks sucking in as he ran on autopilot to suck his friend, the scarecrow off. He was on some sexed up coo coo clock. Soon as the thought crossed his mind he could picture it all as if he was standing off in the void watching the figurines move about. There were the doors on either side of the base of the clock with a yellow brick road connecting them where he ran the gauntlet every hour, feeling the other miniatures attentions a number of times equal to the hour. Above them a clock face and above that another window with monkeys with wings to either side that would open that door every hour to let out the lion to roar.

With that knowledge Jackson found he could move, or almost move. He had a choice to stay on the road where knew it was safe, or fall off into the void. Into the unknown where the only thing he could be sure about was that there were bad things he would have to face. When everything moved for the fourth time Jackson wondered what he should do as he felt the swats to his ass, each one more painful than the last. The path was moving him to Lincoln, who this time would be filling his mouth with four loads of cum. That was the breaking point, that and the knowledge by midnight it would be twelve he was taking in both ends. The unknown had to be better than this, it had to be. He hoped, he prayed as he made the only move he could, rolling off the path and falling off the clock.

Jackson woke up with a gasp as he sat up in bed. He looked at his hands, they were his, he was able to move, even if they looked so much girlier with the long painted nails. Looking around the room he saw that he was in Linc’s room, in bed with him. The man himself somehow slept on his stomach with his face pointing towards the bathroom and away from himself. On the nightstand next to Jackson he found a bottle of water and some medicine for the headache he became very aware of right when he saw it. Taking the pills and guzzling down the water Jackson slipped from the bed, having to put a hand to the wall or furniture as he walked. The world seemed to be spinning or moving up and down like on a boat, but not at the same time and it was incredibly disorienting. “I’m never drinking again.” He said to himself not recalling how he got here or much of the evening other than some chant with the word dick and cock in it about loving them. “Definitely not drinking ever again.”

Getting to the bathroom he cursed himself when he turned on the light and then closed the door hoping he didn’t wake up Linc. The way he looked now was not how he wanted anyone to see him, it didn’t matter he had just been laying next to him. He wasn’t wearing anything extra from what he had put on earlier that day, or yesterday… he was wearing less. Just the panties and the corset, nothing more. Even with his twisting stomach and throbbing head the sight of the disheveled topless blonde with large breasts caused his dick to come to life. He seemed to no longer be tucked and the panties were hardly up to the challenge of keeping his member contained. Reaching down he touched his dick through the soft panties, making him more aware of his need as he mind woke more. He rubbed it a few times, looking into his reflection, feeling himself get more and more turned on.

Jackson pulled his hand away from his member like it had been a snake that bit him. He had gotten an impression of an overly large man's dick that was almost thick enough to be a limb and someone holding it. His mind reeled; he really hoped it hadn’t been him, but he could really picture anything that happened clearly. This was all wrong, not just the flash of memory, but touching himself while looking at himself. He shouldn’t even look like that… so sexy, a vision he shouldn’t be seeing he told himself. Closing his eyes he pressed his hand to his forehead, moving his fingers so he held his head, tightening his grip like doing so would contain the headache. He stood that way for over a minute before he opened his eyes, taking a washcloth off the counter and soaking it in hot water. First to be used to help calm down his sexually charged lower brain and then to press on his forehead to try and cool off the bigger bain that should be making better choices, but seemed to have been on vacation.

Holding the washcloth to his head Jackson pointed at his reflection. “You are done Jacqueline, today was your last day. Damned the consequences, I’m fucking done.” The personal speech to try and muster his resolve would have gone better for him if he didn’t then have to lean over the sink as his mouth watered and his stomach alerted him that it was time for an evacuation. When he was done he used the rag to wipe off his sick, before trying to rinse it off a bit and toss it into the hamper. He felt terrible and really just wanted to go back to sleep, but when he turned off the light and stepped back into the bedroom he didn’t want to slide back into a bed with another man. That was some excuse because Jacqueline was dating Linc, but that bullshit was over. So he grabbed the pillow off the bed and the blanket that Lincoln had kicked off of him. Jackson wanted the sheet too, but that was being used by his friend so he left that and the room. Curling up on the couch that wasn’t comfortable enough for anyone to sleep on, unless they were exhausted like Jackson was.