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Previously in our story,

Dorothy bent another hemp plant toward her and pulled off a few more buds.
"For later," she grinned.

She retrieved her dress and slipped it over her naked body, and tucked the
buds away in her pocket.

"To Oz!" she grinned.  The four companions linked arms, and skipped in the
direction the soldier had disappeared.

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Dorothy Does Oz: Part 7  "It's Not That Easy Being Green"
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The foursome -- along with Toto, trotting along behind them -- arrived at
the great door to the walled city.

Dorothy stepped up and pressed the doorbell button.

A small window opened in the huge door.  A head stuck out the window.

"Who rang that bell?  Oh, it's you!  What took you so long?"

Dorothy smiled as she recognized the Solder with the Green Beard.

"Wait just a minute," the Soldier said, and closed his window.

The foursome heard some grating sounds, sliding sounds, and finally a loud
CLACK as the great door slid slowly open.

The Soldier stepped forward and saluted.  "Welcome to the Emerald City of
Oz."

"Remember your promise," Dorothy warned.  "You said you'd take us to meet
the Wizard."

"Of course," the Soldier grinned.  "But first, there are a few
preliminaries.  Here."  He handed Dorothy a pair of green spectacles.

"What's this for?" Dorothy asked.

"It's the law in the Emerald City," the Soldier explained.  "You must all
wear these spectacles in the city."  He leaned forward and whispered into
Dorothy's ear.  "It makes everything look green -- much easier than
painting everything."

Dorothy slipped on the spectacles, as did the others.

"Even you, little fellow," the Soldier said, as he put a pair of glasses
on Toto.

"Now," the Soldier said, straightening up.  "You must all freshen up."  He
sniffed.  "You smell of the road -- and other things."

Dorothy nodded.  The Soldier led them through the door and closed it
behind them, then led them down a side street.

The first building on the left was a "Clip and Groom" shop; the Lion and
Toto were escorted inside.  Up the street on the right was a Livery Stable
with lots of fresh straw.  The Scarecrow was led through that doorway.

Farther down on the left was a tinsmith, where the Tin Man entered; the
last building on the right was labeled "Venus Spa and Beauty".  Dorothy
stepped inside the door.

The Soldier called after her.  "I'll be back shortly to take you to the
Wizard."


"Oh, my," the elderly lady behind the counter said, looking Dorothy over
from head to foot.  "We've got a LOT of work to do.  First, bath... and
laundry."  She snapped her fingers, and two young women appeared, dressed
in crisp, green uniforms.  "Take this young woman to the baths," she
ordered.

The two women stepped forward and escorted Dorothy off through a little
door.  Inside the small, darkened room, Dorothy was quickly undressed.
The two women disappeared, along with Dorothy's clothing and green
spectacles.

Without warning, water began spraying Dorothy's naked body from three
directions.

Sputtering, Dorothy momentarily panicked, but quickly realized that the
warm spray was comfortable, and meant to be a shower.  She turned in the
flow of water, allowing the dirt -- and other stuff -- to be removed from
her body.

Just as she was beginning to enjoy it, the water stopped.  A second door
opened, and the two women appeared again, and escorted the nude Dorothy to
a large, sunken bathtub.

Dorothy stepped down into the water; it was warm -- no, it was hot -- and
scented with roses.  She sank down into the tub, sitting on a little
platform.  She leaned back, luxuriating in the sensation of the warm
water.  She closed her eyes.

The tub was big enough for her to float.  Her body drifted up, the nipples
on her firm breasts broke water; along with her toes; a cool sensation
compared to the warmth of the water.

She floated effortlessly in the water, her eyes closed, until she felt the
hand on her leg.  She opened her eyes a crack, and saw that the two women
were now equally naked, and in the tub with her.

The dark-haired one on Dorothy's left pressed a button, and jets of air
and water began to flow through the tub-water.

Dorothy smiled.  She had heard of hot-tubs, but had never been in one.

The two women began to rub Dorothy's body with soft cloths, continuing the
washing that had begun in the shower.  Dorothy closed her eyes and
relaxed, letting the women continue their work.

They scrubbed diligently at her feet, and hands and arms and legs, then
belly and back.  They seemed to stay away from her private parts, much to
Dorothy's dismay.

When the red-head at Dorothy's right used her cloth on Dorothy's inner
thigh, Dorothy decided to make a move.  She moaned softly, and opened her
legs wider.

The red-head's movements slowed noticeably.  Dorothy opened her eyes a
slit, and watched the red-head's face.  The red-head reached over and used
her cloth to stroke Dorothy's slit.

Dorothy moaned again.  The red-head glanced at Dorothy's face, then
dropped her cloth, and used her fingers to caress Dorothy's lower lips.

Receiving no objection from Dorothy, the red-head gained boldness.  She
reached in with her other hand, and separated Dorothy's outer lips,
revealing the pink within.  She caressed Dorothy's clit, rolling it with
the tips of her fingers.

The dark-haired girl watched a moment, then bent forward and placed her
lips around Dorothy's left nipple. She sucked gently.  Dorothy felt her
nipple stiffen.

The red-head slipped a finger inside Dorothy's pussy, while pressing on
her clit with her thumb.

Dorothy gasped; the red-head considered it an invitation, and slipped in
another finger.  She pressed upward with them, finding a sensitive place
inside Dorothy's wet cunt.

The dark-haired girl switched breasts.  Dorothy reached up and grasped the
dark-haired girl's breast, now within easy reach from her floating
position.  The girl moaned as Dorothy tweaked her nipple, the vibrations
of her voice adding to the stimulation her tongue was giving Dorothy's
tit.

The redhead moved, sliding around Dorothy's leg, without losing her grip
on Dorothy's pussy.  She pushed Dorothy gently to the edge of the tub,
which was padded.  Dorothy's head rode up over the edge, as the red-head
dipped down into the water, her face now level with Dorothy's groin.

She removed her thumb from Dorothy's clit, but replaced it with her
tongue.

Dorothy gasped with pleasure as the girl swirled her tongue around and
over her sensitive clit.

The dark-haired girl stood up.  Dorothy's hand fell away from the girl's
breast as she stepped up and out of the tub.  Dorothy's eyes opened fully.
She watched as the dark-haired girl stepped around the edge of the tub,
then stood over Dorothy's head.

Dorothy gazed up the legs of the dark-haired girl, her view unobscured of
a naked, shaved pussy slit.

The girl squatted down, lowering her pussy down to Dorothy's face,
hovering an inch away from Dorothy's mouth.

Dorothy raised her head a bit, extended her tongue, and touched it to the
point of the girl's slit.

The girl pushed down against Dorothy's tongue, pressing her cunt against
Dorothy's mouth.  Dorothy's tongue slid down the slit, feeling it open to
her, tasting the warm and musky flavor of the girl's cunt.

She found the girl's clit; it erected under her tongue.  The girl drew in
a deep breath as Dorothy sucked gently at it, flicking the tip of her
tongue over the little bud.

The red-head was doing exactly the same thing to Dorothy.  It almost felt
to Dorothy that she was doing it to herself.

She felt herself tighten; the familiar feeling under her breastbone, a
warming in her groin.

The red=head pressed her fingers deeper into Dorothy's cunt; that was all
she needed.  Her body convulsed as the orgasm washed over her.

The girl squatting over Dorothy's face pulled up as Dorothy's body shook;
it was as powerful an orgasm as she had ever felt.  Even the Tin Man's
magical toy hadn't given her quite this pleasure.

As the contractions slowed, Dorothy opened her eyes again.  The two women
had vanished.  She was alone in the swirling waters of the hot-tub.

Dorothy looked to her right and left.  To one side was a large, fluffy
towel.  On the other side was a stack of clothing.

Dorothy rose from the tub, and towelled down.  When she was dry, she
picked up the stack of clothing.   On top of the stack was the pair of
green spectacles.  Her gingham pinafore had been cleaned and pressed.
Under the dress was a new green brassiere, and a pair of green panties,
and under the whole stack was Dorothy's ruby slippers.

Dorothy put on the panties and dress, leaving the brassiere behind.  She
slipped on the shoes.  As soon as she was dressed, a door opened, and
Dorothy followed the light.

"Now, my dear," the elder woman smiled.  "Let's try to do something about
that hair."

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Some time later, Dorothy emerged from the doorway of the spa, feeling
clean and refreshed.  She looked down the street, and saw her companions
also emerging from doorways.

The Scarecrow's clothing had all been washed and restuffed with fresh
straw.  He stepped up beside Dorothy.

"I feel like a new man," he whispered.  "Everything's all fresh and clean
-- everything except my corncob, that is."

Dorothy smiled.

The Tin Man's metal body was all polished and buffed.  He stopped and did
a little turn in front of Dorothy.  "Neat, eh?" he grinned.  He leaned
forward to whisper, "And just wait till you see what else got an
improvement!"

Dorothy laughed.

The Lion bounced out of the "Clip and Groom"; his mane was positively
shiny; he had been curry-combed, and looked sleek and handsome.  "I feel
terrific," he boasted.

Toto trotted along behind the Lion; he had also been groomed, and looked
better than Dorothy had ever seen him.

"Ahem," a voice came from behind them.

Dorothy turned.  The Soldier with the Green Beard stood at attention.

"The Wizard will see you now," he said, stiffly.  He turned, and marched
off.  The companions followed closely behind him.

...................................................................

The corridor was long, tall, and impressive.  Their footsteps echoed.

They made their way quietly down the hall, awed by the magnificence of the
structure.

At the end of the hall was a tall stairway.  Dorothy led the way up the
stairs.  At the top of the stairs, the room opened into a huge, cavernous
area, lighted by two flames that shot out of the floor to the ceiling,
fifty feet above.

Hovering over a gilded throne, was the huge image of a human head.

"Very impressive," Dorothy muttered.

"I am Oz," the Head spoke.  "The Great and Powerful."

"I am Dorothy, the Small but Sensuous."

The Lion snickered.

"Silence!  I know who you are.  I know what you want,"  The voice
thundered.  "You, Straw Man, step forward."

The Scarecrow stepped forward.

"You want a brain," the Head bellowed.

"Yes sir," the Scarecrow whimpered.  "Yes, your Majesty."

"You, Tin Man," the Head spoke.  "You want a heart."

The Tin Man shivered, his joints clattering.  "Yes, sir."

"And you, Lion, you want courage."

"Well, since you're asking, I want potency," the Lion whined.

"SILENCE."  The Head glowered.

"And Dorothy," the Scarecrow squared his shoulders.  "She wants to go home
to Kansas."

"I SAID SILENCE," the Head screamed.

The foursome cowered.

"I have every intention of granting your every wish," the huge head
thundered.  "But first, you must bring me the dildo of the Wicked Witch of
the West."

"But to do that, we may have to fuck her."

"You pays your money, you takes your chances," the Head said.  "Now GO!"

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                            to be continued
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NEXT: Part Eight  "I don't give a flying fuck!"
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