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From: Shelby Bush <stbush@iglou.com>
Subject: Dorothy Does Oz (Part 2) [REPOST]
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Here's the long-awaited part 2.
Please do not repost to any newsgroup without permission.
Comments welcome (stbush@iglou.com)
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Previously in our story:
The floor felt solid when she stepped out of the bed, but there was a
movement -- almost like being in a boat -- or a train.
She lurched toward the window and looked out... and screamed. She was
inside the tornado, and she couldn't see the ground!
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DOROTHY DOES OZ : Part Two "Ding! Dong! The Bitch is Dead!"
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[We're still in sepiatone.]
Dorothy gazed through the window; the winds whipped around the house,
obscuring most of the view. It seemed to her that she was moving -- and
moving swiftly at that, but she couldn't be sure, since she had no
landmarks to watch.
Then almost as suddenly, there was another feeling, like the momentary
weightlessness of a descending elevator.
"We're falling!" Dorothy shouted. "Toto!"
She grabbed up her dog, and jumped onto the bed, hoping it would cushion
the shock of the fall -- at least a little bit.
The house dropped and dropped. As it fell, above the drone of the wind,
she thought she heard a high-pitched scream, but that could have been her
imagination.
With a loud thump, the house landed. Dorothy bounced up and down on the
bed on the impact. She sat for a moment, listening to the silence left
behind when the tornado sounds vanished.
Slowly, she crawled out of the bed. Glancing down at herself and
remembering that she was completely naked, she stepped over to the closet
to get some clothing.
The closet was completely empty.
She went to the bureau, but even the drawers were gone.
She unlatched the door to her room and padded down the hallway to her aunt
and uncle's room. The door swung open easily. Aunt Emily's closet was
equally bare, but wrapped around one of the bedposts was a simple gingham
dress. Dorothy grabbed it up and made sure it was in one piece.
She slipped it over her head, and went back to her room. She searched
around the room, trying to find a pair of shoes -- sneakers, high-heels,
sandals, anything. There were none to be found. But she did find a pair
of cotton panties that had blown under her desk. She lifted her skirt and
slipped into them.
"Aunt Emily always warned me to wear clean underwear in case of an
accident," she muttered. Toto's ears perked up as she spoke.
"C'mon, Toto," she said, cheerfully. "Let's see where this storm has
blown us."
She went down the stairs. The front door was blocked; the impact had
forced it off its hinges. She headed for the back door. It opened, but
the porch was gone, and it was a good four foot drop to the ground.
She got down on her knees and dropped Toto to the ground, then slid her
feet out the door and slid to the ground. She scrambled to her feet and
looked around her.
[You may adjust your monitor to full Technicolor now.]
"It's almost as if I'm seeing colors for the first time," Dorothy
muttered. "I don't think we're in Kansas any more."
She stepped through a low hedge onto a pathway. All around her were small
structures that could be playhouses for children. Flowers blossomed to
all sides of the houses. Toto trotted along behind her as she wandered
down the pathway.
Suddenly, a little man jumped out in front of her.
"Are you a good witch or a bad witch?" he asked, his voice quivering with
fear, although he tried to put on a brave face.
"I'm not a witch at all," Dorothy replied, puzzled. "What makes you think
I'm a witch?"
"Only witches fly in houses," the little man shrugged.
"Have you ever seen a house fly before?" Dorothy half-smiled.
"Sure," he said, quickly. "I've even got a fly-swatter."
Dorothy chuckled. "Where is everybody?"
"Hiding," the little man cringed. "Everyone wants to know if you're a
good witch or a bad witch before they come out."
"Oh. Then tell them that I'm good. But I'm not a witch. There's no such
thing as witches."
"Really? You think so?" The little man puffed himself up. "Come here
and look, then, smartass."
He led her back to the fallen house, and pointed at one corner. Sticking
out from under the house was a pair of legs, clad in a black skirt,
wearing a pair of ruby slippers.
"That's the Wicked Witch of the East," he sighed. "And you killed her.
That could either make you our National Hero, or..." he squared his
shoulders. "Or if you are another wicked witch, come to take over, we'll
have to take our chances on getting rid of you."
Dorothy stepped back. "By all means, tell everyone I mean no harm. I'm
not a witch, but I'm very good."
The little man stepped back over to the pathway. He cupped his hands
around his mouth and shouted. "She says she's good! Come on out! Come
on out!"
The pathway suddenly filled with little people. Dorothy looked around at
the faces, who looked relieved, happy and fearful at the same time. They
stood about three feet tall, coming up almost to Dorothy's waist.
They kept a respectful distance from her, sliding away like a flock of
pigeons as Dorothy walked around, looking at her.
Dorothy glanced back at the house, and saw one of the little people poking
at the extended legs with a stick.
"Where am I?" Dorothy asked, finally.
"You are standing in Munchkinland," one of the little folk replied.
"Munchkinland? Where's that?"
"In the Land of Oz," another one said, helpfully.
"Oz? Where's..."
Dorothy's question was interrupted by a high-pitched whine. Her eyes
followed the direction of the sound. She saw a bright light beam,
particles shimmering in the light, then the particles formed into a female
body.
The woman stood completely naked in the light for a moment, her breasts
firm and tipped with pink nipples, and a fine, blond bush covering the
nexus of her legs. There was an appreciative murmur from the Munchkins,
then another shimmering began, and her body was covered with a gossamer
gown.
She moved; and smiled.
One of the Munchkins whispered, "I love the way she beams in!"
"Well," the woman looked Dorothy over. "You're a pretty little witch,
anyway."
"I'm not a witch," Dorothy said again, firmly.
"Whatever you say, dear," the Lady said. "But I got a message from the
Munchkins that a witch had dropped a house on the Wicked Witch of the
East, and there she is, and there you are."
"But I'm not a witch," Dorothy whined.
"I don't care if you are or not," the lady smiled, kindly. "You are
entitled to your own beliefs. But we want to know if you are going to
take over here in Munchkinland, or what your intentions are."
"My name is Dorothy," Dorothy said. "I have no intention of taking over
-- here or anywhere. I was brought here by a storm, and I'd just like to
get home again."
"Hurrah!" the crowd of Munchkins shouted.
"What are they so excited about?" Dorothy asked the Lady.
"You see, my dear, under the rule of the Wicked Witch of the East, the
Munchkins were not allowed many of the pleasures of life. Look around
you. Do you see any Munchkin children?"
"They all look like children to me," Dorothy said.
"They are not children. Some of them -- like those women over there, who
call themselves the Lullabye League -- dress up like children to make
themselves feel better. But there are no children in Munchkin land,
because there has been no sex."
"No sex?"
"None." The Lady turned to the gathering crowd. "The Wicked Witch of the
East is dead," she announced. "The young lady who killed her has
renounced her claim to be your ruler. Therefore, you are now free to
elect your own ruler."
There was a great cheer from the crowd.
"And further, you are released from the orders of the Wicked Witch."
There was a bigger cheer.
"Let the orgy begin!" someone shouted.
Dorothy watched as the crowd of tiny Munchkins scrambled out of their
clothing. Sure enough, the little people were fully developed; their
women had large breasts and bushy pubic patches; the men had
fully-developed penises, and Dorothy noted, healthy erections.
There were some giggles and shrieks as the men chased the women around;
and women chased men. Dorothy watched in interest as they caught each
other, falling to the grass, and fucking in every manner imaginable.
Dorothy felt her nether parts warming, a trickle of moisture trailing down
one leg.
"I'll bet there'll be a population explosion here in a few months," the
Lady grinned. She turned to Dorothy. "Is there anything I could do for
you?"
"Can you help me get home? Back to Kansas?" Dorothy asked.
The Lady shook her head. "That's beyond my powers," she said softly.
"The only one who might help you is the Great and Powerful Wizard of Oz."
"Where's he? Will he just beam in like you did?"
"Hardly. You must go to him. It's a long journey." She looked down at
Dorothy's feet. "But you're barefoot. You'll need a pair of shoes... and
the Munchkin shoes are much too small for you."
She glanced over to the house and smiled. "Of course!" She waved her
wand; the shoes vanished from the pair of legs sticking out from under the
house, and reappeared on Dorothy's feet.
"These should serve," the Lady smiled. "They seem to fit."
Dorothy looked down at her feet. They were now clad in slippers that
looked like they were covered with rubies.
"They're very pretty," Dorothy said. "But they don't go with my dress."
"Beggars can't be choosers," the Lady grinned.
"Oh! Wait!" Dorothy said. "I've seen this movie." She clicked her heels
together three times, and said, "There's no place like home, There's no
place like home."
Nothing happened.
The Lady looked at her, puzzled. "They're just shoes, Dorothy. Now, when
you're ready, just follow the yellow brick road. It leads to the great
Emerald City, home of the Wizard."
The Lady stepped back onto the lighted pad. She flipped open a hand-held
unit and spoke into it. "Energize."
Her dress vanished; her nude body was visible again, then it too
disappeared in a bright light.
Dorothy stood staring at the spot where she vanished. There was a tug at
her skirt.
"Hey, babe," a voice said behind her. "Wanna fuck?"
Dorothy turned to face him. He stood about even with her waist,
well-proportioned to his size. Her eyes slid down his naked body, and
fixed upon his large, erect cock. Again her body responded, a growing
warmth between her legs.
"Well?" the little man grinned.
Dorothy shrugged. She reached down and pulled her skirt up, and tugged
the gingham pinafore over her head. She stood in front of him, naked save
for her panties and red shoes.
"Magnificent," the little man groaned, his cock bobbing up and down a
little. His hand reached out, his fingertips brushing Dorothy's mound
through her panties. "You're wet," he commented.
Dorothy dropped down to her knees, then bent forward. She leaned forward
to grasp the little man's penis. Her fingers trembled a little as she
held his cock, hard and hot in her hand. She bent further, and touched
her tongue to the tip, tasting him. He tasted a bit salty. She drew his
cock into her mouth, rolling her tongue around its head.
"Oooh, that feels good," the little man said, softly.
Dorothy sucked gently on his penis as she moved her lips up and down on
the shaft. As she worked on him, she felt a pair of hands on her hips.
"Hey," the little man said, "I was here first!"
The hands on Dorothy's hips vanished. Dorothy sat back. She looked at
the little man a moment, then took nold of the waistband of her panties,
tugged them down over her hips, then lay back, kicking out of the panties.
She sat spread-legged on the grass, and motioned for the little man to
move in. He did so quickly, kneeling down between her feet as Dorothy lay
back. She took hold of his cock with her hands and guided the tip to her
open and wet pussy.
"Oh!" she thought, as the little man plunged his penis deeply within her.
"This feels so much better than a frozen hot dog!"
The Munchkin began to stroke; his cock bottoming out against Dorothy's
cervix, and pulling back out, his cockhead rubbing against her clit as he
plunged back in again.
Dorothy began to move with him, matching his strokes, their hips making a
wet, slurping noise as they struck each other.
"NNNNGHHH!" the Munchkin grunted. He pushed deeply inside her as he came,
his cock jerking inside her as his balls emptied themselves inside her.
He lay atop her for a moment, then slid aside, rolling over beside
Dorothy.
Dorothy kissed him lightly on top of his bald little head.
"Next?" a voice from above her. All she could see of the Munchin standing
above her was a massive erection.
Dorothy nodded. The new Munchkin man quickly moved around her into
position, and filled her cunt quickly.
As Dorothy and the Munchkin began to rock in unison, the first Munchkin
rolled away in search of new pussy.
Dorothy rolled them over so that the Munchkin was on his back. She used
her legs to raise and lower herself on the Munchkin's pole, which was
slightly bigger than the one before.
At the bottom of each stroke, she rubbed her clit against the base of his
shaft, until she began to feel the familiar beginnings of her own orgasm.
Her pussy tightened, there was a grip just under her heart; then the
contractions began. She gripped the Munchkin's cock tightly inside her,
as he grunted and came, his spunk spurting into -- and back out of her
slippery, well-filled cunt.
Dorothy leaned forward as her body shook, covering the Munchkin below her;
and felt a pair of hands grip her hips.
Before she could object, she felt something pressing against her anus,
insistently.. and then she felt her anus open as the new cock slid into
her. She was surprised at how good it felt to have two cocks inside her.
The new Munchkin behind her squeezed up to rest his hips against her ass,
while her asshole relaxed around the intruding member.
Another Munchkin male approached her, offering his cock to her face. She
took it into her mouth; he pressed it deep into her mouth, until she felt
her airway threatened and pulled back. The Munchkin sensed how far he
could go, and began to fuck her face gently, as she sucked on the little
man's member.
The guy behind her began to move, fucking her asshole. She could feel the
Munchkin under her begin to move again, too, their two cocks rubbing
against each other inside her.
As she fucked the three Munchkins, Dorothy was aware of movement around
her. Several giggling Munchkin women bounced past her, pursued by equally
horny Munchkin men. Her attention was suddenly drawn back to the cock in
her mouth as the Munchkin stopped moving, and his cock jerked suddenly,
filling her mouth with his seed.
He fell backward, rolling off to one side for a moment, recovering, until
a little Munchkin woman squatted down over his face. Dorothy watched as
the male Munchkin's tongue darted out to stroke the female Munchkin's
clit.
She laughed and dashed off; the male Munchkin jumped up and chased after
her.
Dorothy swallowed; the semen had tasted much as she had imagined it would.
She looked around her as the two Munchkins continued to fuck her asshole
and pussy.
Off to her left, six Munchkins had formed a daisy-chain, the males
munching on Munchkin muffs, the females consuming cock. Off to the right
were a pair of female Munchkins, happily engaging in sixty-nine, while a
male Munchkin moved from one to the other, trying to get his cock into one
or another of them.
The Munchkin behind Dorothy grunted, and Dorothy felt a warm sensation in
her ass, as he pumped his semen inside her. He slid back, his cock
popping out of her asshole with an audible pop.
He dashed off; Dorothy never saw his face. She rolled over, allowing the
Munchin under her to get on top. He began to thrust rapidly, and then
grunted, pumping another load into her cunt.
Dorothy sighed as he scrambled to his feet, and began to chase a giggling
Munchkin woman. She sat up and looked around. Munchkins were fucking all
around her, their cries of ecstasy, giggles and laughs filling the air.
She picked up her dress; it had been stepped on once or twice, but still
fairly clean. She brushed off some grass, and slipped it over her head.
She retrieved her panties; they had been trampled, and they smelled of her
own pussy juices. She wadded them up, and reached under her skirt and
wiped herself off.
She tossed the dirty panties aside. She whistled for Toto, who was lying
on the ground nearby.
With one glance back toward the Munchkin village, she turned and stepped
out onto the yellow brick road.
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Dorothy walked down the road, over hill and around curves. Toto followed
along behind her.
Her pussy felt well-used; she was a bit sore, since this was the first
time she had actually had a cock inside her. Add to that, she felt a bit
sticky.
She stopped for a moment to look around. She had come to a crossroads.
The yellow bricks continued to the left and to the right.
"Follow the yellow brick road?" Dorothy mused. "So which way do we
go, Toto?"
"Some folks prefer that way," a voice said behind her.
Dorothy turned quickly. Nobody there. Over in the cornfield, a
scarecrow stood silent, one arm extended to the right.
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to be continued...
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Next: Part 3: "If I Only Had A..."