Frolicking about, the four girls playfully flitter here and there and everywhere testing out their new wings. And so it is that the four 4-foot-tall winged teenage girls don't notice the strange dark cloud that is slowly floating into view. And when they do it is far too late. There is a sudden crash of thunder and a strike of lightning. And then a dazzling black and red burst of fire flashes within their midst. And that's when He appears!
He is tall and strong, his face set with dark brooding eyes that seem to blaze and cruel lips curled in a terrible sneer. He wears a bat-like cape and heavy leather boots. A blood red tunic covers his chest and drapes over his tight, shiny black pants. He kinda looks like a moody Christopher Lee on a bad day. And he is gazing at our four heroines with a hateful lust that you can actually feel as it burns into you.
The four faux-fairies stare up at him with awe.
"There's no escape for you now, my sweeties," he crows. "For I am JRKOFF!"
The girls look at one another and then turn back to the man. "Who?" one of them asks.
The man is visibly caught off guard by this question. "I am Jrkoff," he repeats, "the evil wizard." But the girls only shake their heads. They've never heard of him.
"The evil wizard," Jrkoff clarifies himself. But again all he gets is shrugs from the girls.
"The Evil wizard," he then says, his frustration mounting. But the girls still have absolutely no idea who he is. Jrkoff can't seem to believe it. And so he screams at the top of his lungs, "The evil Wizard!!" A small vein is pulsing angrily near the top of his forehead and his face is now all red. But the girls only stare at him like he's a complete loon.
"Who are you people?!" he cries out in disgust. "I am Jrkoff the Evil Wizard. I am Queen Amadildo's arch-nemesis. At the sound of my name people run screaming, lock their doors, guard their sheep! I AM JRKOFF!"
"Nice to meet you Jerkoff," Becky smiles shyly at him.
"It's JRKOFF, not Jerkoff!" Jrkoff shouts at her.
"So Jrkoff, do you know anything about recharging magic wands?" Robin asks, wondering if this melodramatic putz might actually prove useful.
"I am an evil wizard, shithead," Jrkoff replies sarcastically.
"Touchy, isn't he," Robin rolls her eyes. "Well listen evil wizard guy, we've got a wand here but its magic is all used up. We need a refill. Can you help us out?"
Jrkoff looks at the naked 4-foot-tall winged teenage girls and an evil glint shines in his eyes. "I can do that, yes, but only on one condition." Robin crosses her arms and waits to hear what this idiot wanted from them. Jamie and Rachel lean in closer; in part because they are filled with suspenseful anticipation, but also because they like how their breasts swing side-to-side whenever they bend forward. But Becky though feels a sudden and terrible fear overcome her. Doing business with an evil wizard was never a good thing to do.
And then Jrkoff tells them what the price for his help will be. "I want the four of you to fuck each other while I watch and jerk myself off."
The four girls stare at him. And then Rachel looks at Jamie and Jamie looks at Robin and Robin looks at Becky and Becky looks at Rachel. A hush falls over the girls. Jrkoff fidgets impatiently. If they didn't give him an answer soon he was going to pull out his pulsing tool and start jacking off anyway.
And then the girls turn back to him. "OK."
Tue Jul 17 17:00:40 2001