Sally knew she was not supposed to leave the house, but an hour after her mother left the house, Sally felt great. Her mother had called the school and told the secretary that her daughter was coming down with a sore throat. With no father, and a mother who didn't value education, Sally could stay home almost anytime she wished.

Sally's brown pigtails bounced in time with her skipping as she enjoyed the morning. Then she went down a slope and across a stream, and as she paused on the broken-down footbridge, she saw a man in a gray suit about fifty feet up the stream. But strangely, the man was wearing an old white hat with rabbit ears!

The man smiled and waved, and Sally turned back to see if someone was behind her. There was no one around, so Sally turned back and waved. I should talk to strangers, Sally thought, and as she did, the strange tingling feeling she sometimes felt between her legs returned.

As Sally stood there staring at the strange man, she was almost ready to continue on her way, when the man moved a large piece of nearby brush and revealed a round wooden door in the hillside. Without speaking, the man pointed to the door, then turned and opened it, stepping inside and waving for Sally to follow.

Cautiously, Sally came closer, and saw the strange man standing in the doorway. "Do you want to come in for tea?" he asked.

Sally thought for a moment. "I don't drink tea," she said after a while, more to gain time than anything.

"Doesn't matter," he told her cheerily. "I've got every drink you've ever heard of, and probably a few you haven't. Not to mention cakes."

"Well..." Sally was very tempted, not only by the cakes, but also by curiosity. But she knew the rules, too. "I'm not supposed to go anywhere with strangers," she said.

The man struck his brow, with an exaggerated gesture. "What am I thinking of?" he demanded of himself. Then, with a low bow, "Mr. Orlando Whyte at your service. My friends call me Bunny." And, grabbing Sally by the hand, he shook it energetically. "And whom do I have the honour of addressing?"

"Erm... Sally." She wasn't sure about this; but it would be rude to say nothing. "Sally Amanda Liddell, um... at your service."

The man called Bunny clapped his hands and giggled. "Sally-Mandy," he exclaimed. "A fiery name for such a sweet child. Well, now we're introduced, I'm not a stranger, am I? So you won't be breaking any rules by coming inside."

Sally thought for a moment. She was fairly sure that this wasn't how it was supposed to work; but she couldn't actually find anything wrong with what he said. "Well, all right. Just few a few minutes."

Mr. Whyte stood to one side, allowing her to enter, then shut the door behind her. At once, even before she'd had time to take in her surroundings, Sally noticed two things. Firstly, the door she had just come through had disappeared without trace. Secondly, so had the clothes she'd been wearing. Sally was stark naked.

Then, as she looked back at the man, she jumped back. He was sitting on a chair completely naked except for his white rabbit-ear hat. 'This is my magic wand,' the man said, pointing to his erect penis. 'If you suck on it, the door will open.' Sally just stood there, her mouth open in amazement. 'That's a good start,' the man said, 'but pull your lips over your teeth. Then come over and kneel in front of me.'

Sally thought about what Mr. Whyte was proposing. She'd never heard of a magic wand you had to suck before. Come to think of it, the thick rod that stuck straight up from between his legs didn't actually look like any magic wand she'd ever heard of. But she wanted to make the door open again. Anyway, although she didn't understand why, the sight of the strange man's wand, and especially the thought of sucking it, made the tingling between her legs even stronger.

"All right," she said at last. "What should I do?"

"Well," he replied, "you'll notice that your mouth and my magic wand are at different levels. So either you can kneel down, which is usual; or I could float up. Like this." And he floated a couple of feet up into the air, till the tip of the wand was exactly level with Sally's sweet little mouth. Which, as you can imagine, was now wide open.

As Mr. Whyte floated into position, Sally's mouth was open in amazement. "Be careful to cover your teeth," Mr. Whyte said, moving his magic wand right to Sally's lips, "and remember that it doesn't count unless it goes all the way in."

"But, it's too-" Sally's objection was cut off when the head of the magic wand entered her mouth. The big rubbery head tasted a little salty, and it was very hot.

"Remember, all the way," said Mr. Whyte, still floating in the air.

"Ahhhh," Sally tried to speak but the wand continued to go into her mouth. It was strange how, when it reached the back of her throat, it didn't choke her, as such a thing surely would in the outside world. Instead, the wand, which was both very hard and a little bit soft, went right into Sally's throat. Down and down it went until Mr. Whyte public mound was pressing against Sally's upper lip, and his balls were literally hanging from her pretty chin. Then Mr. Whyte began to move back and forth, but even though he moved out a long ways, the head of his magic wand never left Sally's throat. "Sally, Sally," came Mr. Whyte's distant voice, "get ready to swallow. I'm going to fill your tummy with cream. You'll feel my magic wand throbbing, but just keep swallowing."

After sucking on Mr. Whyte's magic wand, Sally stared wide-eyed at the man, who was only wearing a white hat with rabbit ears. He was naked except for his hat, and his penis hung down long between his legs. "Did you pee down my throat?" Sally asked suspiciously, and oh so innocently.

"No, Sally, of course not," the man replied with a smile.

"But I could feel something squirting-shooting down my throat."

"Yes, but that was cream out of my magic wand."

"Well," said Sally in that high and mighty way that young girls can affect, "it was very nasty because your magic wand looks like a, a," Sally hesitated. "A boy's thing."

"You mean a pee-pee?" the man asked.

"Yes, but it was too big for a real pee-pee," she said.

"Not for a man's pee-pee."

"But why was it so long and hard?"

"Because," the man said with a smile.

"Because why?"

"Because it feels good when its hard, and when I saw you naked, it made it hard."

"I think that's nasty," Sally said. "I'm not supposed to talk about nasty things."

"Then why are you standing there showing me your naked pussy?"

"Oh!" Sally gasped, putting her hands in front of her crotch. Strangely, after the wand had been removed from her mouth, Sally had forgotten that she was naked.

"So, it's your fault my wand got big and hard. If you hadn't been naked, I wouldn't have wanted to put it in your mouth."

"Yes," Sally said slowly, "but my clothes just came off when I walked into this room. And where is the door? You said that if I sucked on your magic wand, the door would appear again."

"And it did," the man said, pointing. "Look behind you." Sally turned and saw the door, and forgetting her nakedness, she walked over and opened it. Outside, it was the same place where she had followed the man. It was the same cloudy day she had stayed home "sick" from school. It was the same deserted nature preserve. Turning, Sally stuck her tongue out at the man and ran from the strange room.

"Help!" Sally screamed as the outside world vanished, and she found herself in another room. Sitting on a chair in the corner was Mr. Whyte. He was naked and his wand was big again. With a big pout on her face, Sally backed up against the wall. "You said if I sucked on your magic wand, the door would appear."

"Yes, and it did."

"But, it didn't go outside."

"But you didn't ask me to go outside. You only asked for a door to appear."

"You tricked me."

"No, I just gave you exactly what you asked for," the man said with a big smile. "Besides, you're still naked, and you wouldn't want to go into the outside world all naked would you?"

"No, of course, not," Sally said, offended. "But I want to go back with my clothes on, and right this instant."

"Ah, but you stuck your tongue out at me."

"I'm, I'm sorry," Sally stammered, and suddenly remembered she was naked again. She put her hands over her swollen hairless pussy. Why, she thought, do I keep forgetting that I'm naked? Such a strange place.

"Not good enough," the man said. "To get out now, you'll have to let me put my magic wand in your bottom hole." "Now that is nasty!" Sally said, stamping her foot.

"Yes, but if you want to leave, you'll have to let my wand go up your bumhole."

"It will hurt," Sally sulked.

"No, did it hurt to have my wand down your throat?"

"No," she said, cautiously.

"And you could still breathe just fine?"

"Yes, this place is strange. I should have been choking to death."

"Yes, and the same thing will happen when I cornhole you."

"That's a nasty word."

"Look, I'm putting a lot of cream on my magic wand," the man said, scooping up some cream from a jar that appeared out the air.

"That is the most nasty thing I ever heard of," Sally said again. "That wand is far too big and it would get all, all, messy," she added, searching for the right word.

"Oh, no," Mr. Whyte replied, "you'll be wonderfully clean. Look," he said, snapping his fingers. Suddenly a faucet appeared in the air-just the tap, no sink, nothing else. Forgetting her nakedness, Sally just stood and watched the tap handle slowly turn, and sure enough, water began to run from the faucet. The water fell two feet and then disappeared into the air before it hit the floor.

"What!" Sally cried, leaping away as she looked down and saw a red snake by her foot. "A snake, a snake!" she shouted at Mr.. Whyte.

"No," said Mr.. Whyte with a total lack of concern. "That's just a enema hose. Look again."

"A what hose?" Sally said, realizing that the snake- like thing was just a thick red hose, even though it was moving toward her leg like a living snake.

"Oh, I forgot the bag," Mr. Whyte said, snapping his fingers again. Suddenly at the end of the hose, there was a bulging red hot water bottle, and as Sally watched the bag form out of the air, the bag rose up level with her chest. "You've seen one of those, haven't you, Sally?"

"No, I haven't," Sally replied in moral indignation, "and tell that hose to get away from me."

"I can't," Mr. Whyte, said, stroking her stiff penis. "A full enema bag always has to be drained into a young girl's bottom. That's the rules. It's the decree of the Queen of Hearts, in fact. Yes, a decree!"

Sally began hitting at the hose that was now wrapping itself around her right leg. "Stop it, you nasty thing. Down, down," she said, then hit at the bag that was floating in mid-air. The bag just moved back to where it was like an big over-friendly dog. Then to Sally's astonishment, a smiling face appeared on the bloated red bag. "It's easier if you get on your hands and knees with your bottom up," the face said, "but on the other hand, it is not as much fun."

"Now, stop this right now," Sally said, trying to push down the hose that was now up to her knee and still slowly winding its way up. "Tell him to stop," Sally said, moving over to the wall.

"I can't, remember the decree!" said Mr. Whyte.

Suddenly on the wall behind Sally, there appeared a shiny silver ladder, and naturally to get away, Sally turned and began to climb the ladder. She only climbed three rungs, though, before she hands suddenly froze to the ladder. She couldn't move her hands, and the hose was still coming up her leg. "Don't worry," the face in the bag said. "Kiss it and it will be gentle." The head of the hose paused at Sally's pretty bottom cheeks, then continued up her body until it was a face level. "Go on, kiss the tip of the my hose," the face in the bag said.

"It looks like the end of Mr. Whyte's magic wand," Sally said, moving her head away.

"Yes, it does," the bag said. "In fact, everything here in Wonderland looks like a magic wand or a hole to put it in. Wait and you'll see. But go on and kiss it." Realizing the escape was hopeless, Sally kissed the cock-headed tip of the thick hose. It had a hole in it just like an erect penis would have. "Now, don't worry, you'll be lubricated plenty," the bag face said, and as he spoke, white cream began to run out of the cock head. The cream continued until the hose was shiny with cream.

Then the hose was loosened its grip around Sally's naked body and moved like a snake down her belly, pausing at her hairless deep-lipped pussy.

"Help!" Sally yelped as she felt the hose go under and find her rosebud of an anus. "Help, Mr. Whyte. It's, it's going in."

"Yes, it is," Mr. Whyte said, moving through the air from the side of the room so he could watch. "Relax and let the hose go into your bottom." Mr. Whyte smiled as the cock-headed hose slowly made some progress. First, a half-inch, and then another half inch. "Oh, oh, oh, too big," Sally said, her hands still stuck to the rungs of the ladder, as she looked back at Mr. Whyte with a big pout on her face. "No, just right," the smiling face on the bag said.

"Ah," Sally yelped, 'it's inside me. It's, it's, it's moving," she managed to say.

"Yes," the bagman said, "and in a minute, I'll have the pleasure of releasing all this water.

"Now what?" Sally protested as the tap floated closer.

"Now this," Mr. Whyte said, and as he spoke the tap, which had been turned off, slowly came on again.

"AH, my tummy, my tummy!" Sally yelped. "Water's running in my tummy!"

"Yes, that's your enema water," Mr. Whyte said calmly. "Now take it like a good little girl." The bag was still level with Sally's bare chest. "If you want to get down from the ladder, you can."

"But my hands," Sally said, and as she spoke, she was able to move her hands. Just as quickly, Sally climbed down the three rungs on the ladder and began pulling on the hose, trying to pull it out of her big bottom. Failing at that, she started walk, moving fast around and around the room, trying to get away from the enema bag that followed her and was still draining its water into her tummy.

"This is fun," said the bag as Sally paused.

"No it's not," Sally protested. "My tummy is starting to hurt."

"Yes, us or we, I should say, ah-us or we, we enemas tend to do that to young girls. But, it's only temporary discomfort."

"But, I'm filling up, my tummy, my tummy," Sally whimpered, holding her now distended tummy.

"Get down on your hands and knees like Mr. Whyte told you," the bag said, "it will be easier, and I'll be able to concentrate on emptying myself. Oh, that feels good!" the bag said. Sally really didn't have any choice. Her tummy was now very very uncomfortable, and so she knelt down with her pretty bottom way up in the air. "See, that's better," the bag said.

"A little," Sally whimpered, looking back over her shoulder at the bag that was now right at her shoulder.

"I'll stop the water for a minute, if you're nice," the bag said.

"Oh, please, please do! I'm positively bursting," Sally cried. "Ahhhhh," she sighed in relief as the pressure immediately decreased.

"See, that's better, isn't it?" the face on the bag said.

"Yes, but please take the hose out so I can use the facilities," Sally said.

"Yes, but first I've got to drain all my water. It's a decree, and besides it feels to good to stop now."

"Oh, it's running again," Sally cried out.

"AHHHHH, yes," the bag face said, "yes, yes, yes." When the bag was finally flat, the hose slowly slipped out of Sally's pretty bottom hole. "Hold your cheeks tightly," the bag face had said.

Holding her tummy with both hands, Sally stood up. "Where is the bathroom?" she asked Mr. Whyte.

"Down that hall," he said, pointing to a very long hall that had suddenly appeared in the opposite wall. "You'd better hurry, though, and shower after, or you won't be able to leave."

"Okay!" said Sally, hurrying off down the hall. She made it to the bathroom just in time, and when she was finished, she took a shower and wrapped a big beach towel around her. There were no clothes in the bathroom. "What?" Sally cried as she left the bathroom.

The towel suddenly began to shrink! In minutes it was the side of deck of cards. Sally looked down at the top card, and it was the Queen of Hearts. She was smiling up at Sally. "That's a good enema girl," the queen said. "Now go back and bend over the table, so Mr. Whyte can put his wand into your bottom. Go on, he's waiting."

Realizing she had no choice, Sally walked slowly back to the room where Mr. Whyte was waiting, very aware of her nakedness. She felt no excitement, now, only embarrassment, as she tried vainly to keep one hand covering her pussy, the other covering her bumhole.

"That's much better," he said when she entered. "A nice clean girl with a nice clean bumhole, for me to stick my magic wand up."

"It's not a magic wand," said Sally sulkily, pouting. "It's just a great big pee-pee. A willy. A tool," she added defiantly, feeling incredibly daring. She'd heard that once, and was fairly sure it referred to boy's thing. Certainly, it was the strongest word she could think of for it.

"It's all of those," said Mr. Whyte calmly, "but it's also a magic wand.

Now, bend over this table."

"Which table?" Sally asked, looking around.

"I'm here," said a little voice; and Sally saw a wooden table bustling busily up to her. "I can adjust my height, if this isn't convenient. I'm here to serve."

"Um... no, you're fine as you are," said Sally, unsure of the proper way to speak to a table. "It's just..."

"Come along," said Mr. Whyte impatiently, "there's no time to stand around chatting. Bend over, and let me get at your nice clean hole."

Before she realized what she was doing, Sally found herself bending over the table. Mr. Whyte came to stand behind her, and held her by the hips, lifting her so that she was lying on the surface, her legs hanging down. "Perfect," he said.

"I think so too," the table put in. "In this position, I've got a perfect view of her cute little hairless pussy."

"It's... it's not going to hurt, is it?" Sally asked nervously. "I didn't like having the eny... ena... thing up my bum."

"Of course it won't hurt," said Mr. Whyte, position the tip of his wand between her cheeks. "It's magic, remember." And he pushed. Sally gave a yelp, more of surprise than pain, as it stretched open the little puckered flower of her bumhole and popped inside.

He was right, Sally decided, as she felt more and more of it slipping inside her, it felt awkward and uncomfortable, and her bum passage burned a little; but, compared with the pain of all that water in her tummy, it really wasn't hurting her. As she felt it go further and further in, she wondered whether it was going to reach all the way to her stomach.

"If I had one magic wand up my bumhole," she said aloud, although she was speaking to herself, "and another down my throat, maybe they'd meet somewhere in the middle. I wonder what would happen then."

"Maybe you ought to find out," suggested the table. But Mr. Whyte didn't speak. He'd got his wand all the way in, till the little sacks that hung under it were pressed against her bum-cheeks; then he started moving it in and out, as he had in her mouth. "More cream coming," he said at last; and Sally could feel his wand throbbing. Then her tummy was being filled up again; but there wasn't anything like as much of the cream as there was of the water, and it didn't give her a tummy- ache.

Then Mr. Whyte took his wand out, and gave Sally's bum a gentle pat.

There's a good girl," he said. "We've opened the door again."

Sally looked cautiously, and saw again the door that seemed to lead back to the path outside. But she was more skeptical, this time, so wasn't too upset when, as before, she found herself somewhere totally different.

This was a garden; but the flowers in it were very strange. For one thing, they were all very big, as big as she was. Some were tall, thin stems, others had spreading petals, with an opening in the middle. As she wandered among them, a thought struck her. The tall thin plants reminded her a lot of Mr. Whyte's magic wand, while the ones with the openings reminded her of her own pussy; and she remembered what the bag had told her, how everything here would look like one or the other.

When she was almost on the other side of the garden, Sally came round a particularly big flower and found Mr. Whyte, leaning against one of the pussy-flowers and tickling it. The flower was giggling. "There's lots here to have fun with," he said when he saw her. "Why don't you play with one of the wand-flowers?"

"I don't think so," said Sally in her primmest voice. "Mr. Whyte," she said, putting her hands on her hips, "your magic wand's still big and hard. Isn't it satisfied yet?"

"Of course not," said Mr. Whyte cheerfully. "Your pussy's still naked, after all. Anyway, I'm called Bunny; and you know what bunnies are famous for, don't you?"

"Umm... eating carrots?" Sally suggested, not having a clue what he was talking about.

"Needing to put their wands in holes all the time," he said. And, without further ado, he put his own into the opening in the middle of the flower. The flower giggled again, and closed its petals tightly around the big things.

"This is just silly," said Sally sternly. "I'm going now. Goodbye." And, with her nose in the air and a pout, she walked to the far side of the garden.

When she got to the far side of the garden, she turned to see whether Mr. Whyte was still in view; and that was when she realized that the strange flowers had vanished, and she was in another room. But this was a big room: perhaps as big as the school gym. At one end, a beautiful lady was sitting on a big chair. She was like no-one Sally had ever seen before. Black hair hung down all around her and over the chair; but her face was pure white, apart from black eye-makeup and very red lips. She was dressed from head to foot in shining black leather: all except, Sally noticed in surprise, where it was cut away to let her titties come through. She had very big titties, Sally noticed: almost as big as Mrs. Green's at school were, except they didn't sag or flop at all. They pointed straight out through the two holes in the leather; and Sally could see how big and stiff the lady's nipples were.

Almost the entire length of the room was a row of naked little girls. Most were about her age, although some looked more like eleven or twelve, and a few were a bit younger. One of the girls was laid across the lady's lap, her bottom sticking up; and the lady was repeatedly thrashing her with a heavy-looking paddle. The girl was screaming and crying; and Sally was just looking for a way to leave, before anyone noticed her, when the victim's punishment ended. The girl knelt up and gave the lady a long, sloppy kiss; then she jumped down and skipped back up to the end of the queue, giggling and humming a happy tune. The girl at the head of the line rushed eagerly to take her place, and began screaming and crying as soon as the paddle got to work on her little bottom.

The girl who'd just been released looked at Sally, as she came to the end of the line. "No pushing in," she said. "You've got to wait your turn."

"But I don't want a turn," Sally protested. But the girl just laughed, took her hand and led her to join the queue. Looking at the waiting children, Sally realized that they all seemed eager to have a turn of being spanked. They were giggling and playing; and some were rubbing each other's crotches, like Sally sometimes played with her own, when she was sure no one could see. That had always felt good; and it looked as though this was feeling equally good to the girls.

"Lets play with each other's pussies," her companion suggested cheerfully. "It'll pass the time till the next spanking; and yours is very pretty. So is your bum."

"Oh, thank you, so is yours," said Sally, just being automatically polite. Then she looked at the girl, who seemed to be her own age, and realized that she was very, very pretty, with golden ringlets, rosy cheeks, a bottom that stuck out a long way and really cute little pussy-lips between her legs. Sally felt her own pussy tingling at the thought of playing with such a pretty crotch.

The other girl started kissing her and cuddling her and rubbing her pussy in just the way she did it herself; so she did the same in return. It was odd because, although she was rubbing and being rubbed, they weren't exactly the same, as she was used to. But it made the tingling get more and more, until it wasn't a tingling any more, but a kind of wet, sucking feeling that was making her squirm about, like when she had all the water in her tummy, except that this was a nice feeling...

"Sally, it's your turn now," said a voice from very close-by. Looking up, she realized that she was at the front of the queue, although she didn't remember getting there. The lady was beckoning with the paddle.

Sally walked slowly towards her. "You look a bit like the Queen of Hearts," she said after a moment. Then she wondered why she'd said that, as the lady looked nothing like the Queen.

"Of course I do," she said cheerfully, "I'm her sister. The Queen of Tarts."

"Oh." Sally thought about that. "If you're Queen of Tarts," she suggested, "do you make some hearts?"

"No," the Queen said, giggling, "I just make little girls' bottoms sore. Speaking of which, jump up here, and you can have your thrashing."

"Umm... I don't really mind missing my turn," Sally said hesitantly. "The other girls seem to like it, so..."

"Nonsense," the Queen told her briskly, "all little girls have to be thrashed regularly. Rule number five hundred and eighty-three. It's the oldest rule in the book."

"In that case," said Sally, feeling that this was all somehow familiar, "why isn't it rule number one?"

"And little girls who give smart answers," the Queen went on tartly, "have to be thrashed twice as much. Now get up here quickly."

Realizing that she had no choice, Sally climbed up on the Queen's lap and lay facedown, sticking her little bottom up in the air. "Will it hurt?" she asked nervously.

"Of course not," said the Queen, and brought the paddle down hard on her cheeks. Sally screamed involuntarily, as it seemed as though her bum was on fire, as if red- hot needles were being pushed right through her. As the Queen spanked her again and again, Sally bucked and writhed and screamed, and tears started to pour out of her eyes.

Then, suddenly, it was over, and Sally pulled herself up to kneel on the Queen's lap. "I thought you said that wasn't going to hurt," she said sulkily, her lips in the biggest pout imaginable.

"Oh," said the Queen cheerfully, "I thought you were asking if it would hurt me. Never mind, sweetheart, why don't you suck my titties for a while?"

"I'm not a baby," Sally protested indignantly.

"Of course not. But it makes my pussy get wet, when a pretty little girl sucks my titties. And they're the best cure there is for a sore bum.

Sally was feeling too confused to argue, so she curled herself up and, hesitantly, put her lips against one of the huge nipples. Nothing terrible happened; so, greatly daring, she opened her mouth a little and put her lips around it. It tasted slightly bitter, but in a nice, comforting way, so she began to suck on it. Compared with sucking Mr. Whyte's magic wand, this was easy, and very comforting; and Sally almost fell asleep.

The next thing she knew, she was standing up, and the room was empty. No little girls; no Queen of Tarts. Sally was just looking around, wondering if there was a way out, when she realized that her bottom was no longer sore. It didn't feel as if she'd been thrashed at all.

"Now, that is curious," she said out loud. "I couldn't have just imagined it, could I?" She yawned. "Oh, I'm so tired, I wish I could sit down for a while... Oh, what was that?" Something had knocked against the back of her thighs. Turning, she saw that the chair the Queen had sat in was now directly behind her. She walked forward a bit; and the chair followed her, then stood expectantly.

"I do believe," said Sally, "that the chair wants me to sit down. Well, I am tired; so maybe I will sit down. Just for a while."

Sally sat down, and felt that this pleased the chair; so she lay back, putting her arms on the armrests, and let her mind wander.

"What!" Sally cried after resting in the strange chair. She couldn't move her hands from the chair's wide armrests. Then she tried to get up, but she could only rise six inches. "Let me go," she said indignantly.

"Not until I go up inside your bum hole," came a voice from behind her.

"Who's that?"

"I'm the chair, and you've been sitting naked on me. You've tempted me so much that I simply must penetrate your bum hole with my magic pee-pee."

"Let me go," Sally said, trying to get up. "Besides, it's a magic wand, and I've already had Mr. Bunny up there."

"And did you have an enema?"

"Yes, yes," Sally said in alarm. "I don't need one."

"Good, because I can't wait," said the chair.

"Ohhh," Sally moaned as something in the seat of the chair began to open her hairless bottom hole. "Ah, please, it's too big," she breathed. "Oh, ahha, ooo."

"My magic pee-pee," said the chair, "is like a snake. It's going to keep going until the head comes out your mouth."

"Oh, no!" Sally cried. "I'll choke to death."

"No," said the chair, "not in Wonderland. You'll be just fine and then you can look in a mirror and see the head of my pee-pee. It will spurt white cream into your mouth."

"Well," said Sally slowly, "that would be fun, I suppose. As long as you're sure it won't hurt."

"Did Mr. Whyte's magic wand hurt you?" asked the chair patiently.

"Umm... No, I suppose not. But he wasn't a chair."

"Of course not. Chairs are better. So that's all right, isn't it?"

"Oh..." Sally wasn't entirely convinced, but she couldn't think of anything to say to this argument. "All right. What should I do?"

"Just sit back in me," said the chair, "relax your bum, and enjoy yourself."

Sally began to do as instructed; but a moment later, she let out a yelp, as a huge, snake-like thing insinuated itself between her bum-cheeks, pushing them apart, and tickled her little rosebud, still sensitive from having Mr. Whyte's magic wand crammed inside. This was like that sensation, but different. The chair's magic pee-pee was much, much longer than Mr. Whyte's wand, and much bigger round, as well. Not only that, but it felt as if it were made of rubber; but warm, living rubber, that wriggled and slithered, just like a snake, into her hole.

"What's the matter?" asked the chair.

"It feels funny."

"Funny ha-ha, or funny peculiar?"

"Oh... Peculiar, I suppose. It's nice, but scary."

"Nice but scary is good," said the chair, in an unconcerned voice; and the snake carried on pushing and wriggling. It seemed to have something greasy and slippery on it, so that the head pushed, with a little effort, past the tiny little puckered hole and into the slightly wider space inside. Little Sally felt incredibly filled-up, and the muscles of her bum started pushing, with a will of their own, to get rid of the thing filling up the passage.

"Don't fight against it," said the chair soothingly, "just enjoy the feeling."

"All right," said Sally uncertainly. "I'll try to.... Oooooohhhhh." That was as the snake made another concerted push, and Sally felt more and more of its length sliding through her little, stretched bum-hole, while the head was making its way up through her bowels. After a few moments, though, she began to get used to the feeling, even though it was incredibly strange. "It's all twisty and turny in there," she said out loud. "It's going to take a long time to get up to my mouth, and you're going to need a very, very long pee-pee."

"Don't worry about that," said the chair, in an unconcerned voice. "I told you, it's a magic pee-pee. It's as long as it needs to be... Oh yes."

"Oh, what was that?" Sally gasped.

"That," said the chair, "was the head of my magic pee- pee going through your stomach. And now... Ah yes."

"Mmmm mmm-mm mm?" demanded Sally indignantly.

"It's in your throat," said the chair happily, "and... Bingo!"

Sally tried to open her mouth to speak, and felt something pushing itself out between her lips from the inside. It must look very strange, she thought, and looked around. "Where's the mirror?" she asked. At least, what she really asked was, "Mmmm mm mmm-mm?" But the chair appeared to know what she meant.

"Here I am," said a cheery voice, as a large mirror appeared a few feet in front of her. "How may I be of service? I'm perfect for a moment of quiet reflection, or... Oh my, what a sexy sight. Excuse me a moment." And Sally saw one of its side-struts slip down to a slight indentation in the bottom edge of the mirror, and start rubbing it.

Why, thought Sally, I do believe the mirror's playing naughty with herself, as if she had a little pussy- hole, just like mine. I wonder if she really has got a pussy. I wish I could ask her, but nothing comes out.

"If you've quite finished diddling yourself," said the chair, its voice a bit unsteady, "little Sally here wants to see my magic pee-pee poking out of her mouth."

"Oh, all right," sighed the mirror. "Just look into me, Sally. It's such an erotic sight, I think I'm going to cum on the spot."

Curiously, Sally looked in the mirror, and found herself looking back. She was naked, and very flushed all over, not just her face; but she was surprised to find that she was also rocking back and forth in the chair, moving herself up and down a little. She couldn't see the chair's magic pee-pee going into her bum-hole; but she could see its head sticking about two inches out of her mouth. It looked very much like the head of Mr. Whyte's magic wand: a big, swollen, purple knob, the loose skin around it pushed right back away from it, with clear liquid oozing from the pee-hole.

"Now," said the chair, and it had definitely lost its cool, "I want you to suck the head with your lips. That'll be all I need to make me cum."

So Sally closed her lips hard, and began sucking. All the time, she was watching, in the mirror, how the snake moved back and forth, letting her suck it right into her mouth, then pushing it back out, so that her lips rubbed along the head. It was making her feel very funny in her tummy; though, strangely, not a part that was filled by magic pee-pee. Her pussy, too, felt like it did when she rubbed it.

"Here it comes," yelled the chair; and, pushing about four inches clear of her mouth, the swollen snakehead began spitting out jets of white cream. The snake-head moved about of its own accord, rather like a lawn- sprinkler; and Sally watched and felt as one load deposited itself in her hair, one in her eyes, one on her cheek, and one on the tip of her chin. Then the spurts began going further. A few landed on her chest, and slid down over her nipples (which, she could see, were sticking out stiffly), and one got as far as her belly button.

Finally, the chair pulled the head right back past her lips, and shot the last dozen or so spurts into Sally's mouth. At first, she enjoyed this: the cream tasted a bit salty, but rather pleasant, and Sally wanted more of it. But she got more; and more, and more, and more. Her mouth filled up, as the snake filling her throat stopped any cream from being swallowed. She knew that she ought to open her mouth up, let it run out; but, although she saw a little white cream dribbling out from between her lips and running down to join the rest of it dripping off her chin, something was stopping her from taking this way out.

Finally, just before she thought she was going to explode, Sally passed out.

To Be Continued