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Subject: Dorothy Does Oz (Part 9) [NEW]
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Part 9 at last! All parts will be posted (and reposted) Tomorrow!
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Previously in our story...
"Ooooooh!" he cried. "Stop! Stop!"
"Stop?" Dorothy cooed. "Stop what?" She kept rocking back and forth.
"Unnnnnnn!" the Monkey King grasped at her arms. "No... I can't..."
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Dorothy Does Oz : Part Nine "Climax in the Witch's Castle"
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"I am bound by magic to the Wicked Witch. I must follow her commands,
as long as she holds the Magic Cap. So I've got to take you to her,
since that is what she commanded me to do."
Dorothy nodded. "I understand."
"But that doesn't keep me from telling you her secrets -- as long as
you promise to steal for me the Magic Cap."
Dorothy smiled and nodded. "I'll help you. Just tell me what I have
to do."
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The Tin Man looked down. He was hanging upside down from the limb of
a tree. He went through a check list, flexing his wrists and ankles,
and hearing a rusty creak each time, he knew he was still in one
piece. At least the monkeys hadn't pulled him apart as they had the
Scarecrow.
He looked again at the straw scattered on the ground and shook his
head. A tear formed in his eye as he began to sob.
"Hey, up there!" A voice from the ground shouted.
The Tin Man looked around.
"Hey!" The voice again.
The Tin Man squinted. Over there -- beside the rock. There was the
Scarecrow's head. And the mouth was moving!
"Scarecrow!" Tin Man shouted. "Are you all right?"
"You can ask that? You can see I'm scattered over half the forest!"
The Scarecrow scowled. "Get your tin butt down here and help me out!"
The Tin Man looked up at his feet, and tried to figure out how his
legs were tangled around the branch. "All right," he said,
breathlessly. "Just as soon as I..."
He moved one leg, just slightly. But just enough to loosen himself.
He slid off the branch and fell to the ground below. He rolled over
onto his back.
"Tin Man?" The Scarecrow called.
"Be right there," Tin Man finally moaned. He pushed himself to his
feet, and glanced down at himself. There was a deep dent in his
groin, next to the door where his penis was contained. He tried the
catch, but it was jammed.
"Damn," he muttered. "I can't even take it out to piss."
He began to gather the scattered straw and pieces to the Scarecrow's
body.
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The Monkey King spoke in a low, ernest voice.
"I've been in servitude to the Wicked Witch of the West ever since she
stole the Magic Cap from her cousin Glinda."
"Glinda?"
"The Good Witch of the North."
"Oh. I didn't know her name. I only met her the once."
The King nodded. "Anyway, the Witch has two secrets. The first one
is that she's queer."
"A lesbian?"
"Yeah. But that's complicated by the fact that witches can only gain
and keep youth and beauty through orgasm. They must be brought to
orgasm, then drink human semen, to remain young and beautiful."
"And the Witch of the West?"
"Oh, she uses a dildo. It's about this long," he held his hands apart
about a foot, "and it buzzes. Sometimes she straps it inside her, and
walks around with it, just buzzing." He shook his head. "But she
never comes. She keeps looking for ways to make herself come."
The Monkey King scowled, thinking.
"Then there's the matter of the human semen to drink afterwards.
Monkey spunk won't do it -- god knows she's tried to suck me dry.
Even when I couldn't quite get it up looking at her."
The King looked over at Dorothy, sitting naked across from him.
"And speaking of monkey spunk, I think I'd better take you over to the
creek to freshen up." He stood up, picked up Dorothy's dress, then
wrapped his arms around her and spread his wings. "It's quicker to
fly, I think," he said, and took off, heading for a clear, winding
creek.
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The Tin Man stuffed as much straw as he could find into the
Scarecrow's clothes, then filled the rest with fallen leaves. He
pinned together the shirt and trousers, and set the Scarecrow's head
in place. Instantly, the body came back to life, and the Scarecrow
jumped up and danced around.
"By golly, that feels better," the Scarcrow crowed.
Suddenly, he stopped, and felt at his crotch. "You forgot my
corncob!"
The Tin Man shook his head. "I couldn't find it."
The Scarecrow shook his head slowly. "Damn. Well, let's see if we
can find the Lion."
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Dorothy washed herself off in the clear water, and using the stream as
a mirror, she straightened her hair, retying her pigtails. She
stepped back from the water, still naked except for her ruby slippers,
and walked over to the Monkey King. He handed her dress back to her.
"I guess you know I hate to see you put that back on," he grinned.
"All good things,..." she shrugged, and put the dress over her head.
"Now," the King said, "Don't forget what we planned..."
"I won't," Dorothy said. "I'm thirsty -- is this water good to
drink?"
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The Wicked Witch adjusted the strapping holding the dildo inside her
cunt. She switched on the vibrator, and it emitted a low buzz. She
wrapped her black dress around her greenish skin. She donned her
pointed hat, and stared at herself in a cracked mirror.
"Damn you, Glinda!" she muttered. "I'll find a way, yet!"
There was a tap at the door. The Witch stomped over to the door and
pulled it open. The soldier at the door stepped back. "The Monkey
King has returned," he reported, crisply.
"And the Girl?"
"He has her."
The Witch nodded. The soldier stepped aside, and the Witch stomped
past him. He listened for, and heard, a muffled buzzing coming from
her. Stifling a smile, he followed her.
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The Tin Man stopped. He put out an arm, stopping the Scarecrow. He
motioned for silence, then pointed. There, behind a tree and a rock,
was a long, brown tail.
Silently, the two tiptoed up to the rock. The Tin Man lifted his
foot, and brought it down hard on the tail.
With a howl, the Lion jumped out from behind the tree. He looked at
the other two, then collapsed into a sobbing heap. "Where's Dorothy?"
"We think she's in the castle. Come on, we've got to rescue her," the
Scarecrow explained.
"You two go ahead," the Lion sobbed. "I'll wait for you here."
The braver two lifted the Lion to his feet, and they headed wordlessly
toward the castle.
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"Ah, yes, my pretty," the Wicked Witch cackled. "You're going to be
of aid to me."
"Oh, really?" Dorothy asked.
The Witch nodded. "You are going to help me regain my youth and
beauty."
Dorothy pretended puzzlement. "How am I going to do that?"
"First, you are going to get me some human male sperm."
Dorothy's brow furrowed. "Do what?"
"My soldiers cannot stand the sight of me. They all are rendered
impotent around me. So I can't get anything out of them. But you --
you're so young, so pretty -- for you, they can and will perform."
"So how do I collect the --- stuff?"
"With your mouth, dearie. Just don't swallow. Put it in this." The
Witch handed Dorothy a small bottle. "When this is full, we'll talk
about the second part."
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Dorothy's three companions climbed over a rock and looked at the
entrance to the castle.
"So how do we get in there?" the Tin Man asked.
"I've got a plan," the Scarecrow said. "Come on."
They sneaked down to the entrance. As the last three guards marched
past them, the three jumped out, grabbed and overpowered them. The
three stripped off the Guards' uniforms, and put them on themselves.
They hid the three Guards' bodies, and waited for another troup of
guards to emerge from the castle.
As they did, the Three joined in line behind them. They marched
around the perimeter of the castle, and then back in the front door.
As the door to the castle closed behind them, our heroes stopped,
letting the Guard troup disappear down the corridor.
"What now?" asked the Lion.
"Upstairs!" said the Scarecrow. "She must be upstairs."
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Dorothy sat on the edge of the setee, leaning forward. The Guardsman
opened his trousers, allowing a fairly large erect male organ to
emerge.
Dorothy grasped it, and applied her lips to the purplish cockhead.
She rolled her tongue around the head, while stroking the shaft of his
penis with her hand.
It didn't take long. The man came, suddenly, with a grunt, filling
Dorothy's mouth.
The Guardsman stepped back, tucked himself back into his pants,
saluted, and marched away.
Dorothy picked up her little bottle, spat the semen into it, then
peered at it, estimating the number left to fill it. "Well, I've done
ten... and its only a quarter full. NEXT!"
Another Guardsman stepped up and unbuttoned. Dorothy sighed, and
continued her task.
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The Tin Man peered around a corner. He spotted a line of Guards
leading to a closed door. As he watched, the door opened, a Guardsman
stepped out, and another stepped in. After a few minutes, the same
thing.
He pulled back around the corner, and whispered to the other two.
"Something tells me Dorothy's in there."
The Lion began to weep. "It makes me sad to think of Dorothy in
there."
"I think that was my line," the Tin Man whined.
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The Guardsman grunted, and filled Dorothy's mouth with semen. He
stepped back, and Dorothy transferred the load to the bottle. She
examined the level again, and looked up at the Guardsman.
"How many more are out there?" she asked.
"I don't know, M'am," he said. "Three, I guess."
"Send in the next one, then."
The Guardsman left. The door stood open a second, then another
Guardsman entered. He stopped, then looked back out the door and
motioned.
Two more Guardsmen entered.
"Now wait a minute," Dorothy said, not looking directly at them. "One
at a time, please."
"Dorothy!" The Tin Man said.
Dorothy looked at the Guardsmen. They were her friends.
"Oh, I'm happy to see you! But how can we get out of here? The
Wicked Witch will be back any moment. I've sucked off her entire
Army!"
The Lion picked up Dorothy's bottle. "You supposed to fill this up?"
Dorothy nodded.
"You aren't even half done. You'll have to make a second round
through the solders," he winced.
"Unless you guys help out," Dorothy whined.
"Don't look at me," the Scarecrow said. "I don't even have my corncob
any more."
"Don't look at me," the Tin Man said. "My trap door is jammed shut."
They all looked at the Lion.
"Oh, no!" the Lion grimaced. "You know my condition..."
"You're the only one who can provide the necessary fluid," the
Scarecrow pontificated.
"Wait-- all of you," Dorothy snapped. "Just a minute."
She cleared her throat, then she closed her eyes, focused, then began
a throaty purr; a deep, snarling purr.
The Lion's ears rotated forward. He listened intently.
Dorothy continued to make the sound as she slid off the Witch's bed
and knelt down in front of the Lion. She reached forward with one
hand and gently touched the Lion's penis.
The Lion closed his eyes.
"I think I see some life down there," the Scarecrow whispered.
"Shhh--" the Tin Man hissed. "Don't break the spell."
There WAS life in the Lion's cock after all. Still making the throaty
purr, Dorothy gently stroked the Lion's organ until the tip emerged,
red and stiffening.
Dorothy used her thumb to stroke the tender head of the Lion's male
member until she felt his scrotum begin to tighten.
She quickly held the bottle to the tip of the Lion's cock, just as he
ejaculated. Spurt followed spurt until the bottle was nearly full.
Dorothy stopped purring. The Lion collapsed backward, landing on his
tail.
"Oh, my!" he gasped. "Oh, my!"
Dorothy held the bottle aloft, peering at it. "All done!" she
whispered, almost voiceless. She set it on the end table
"Now you guys hide. It wouldn't do to have the Wicked Witch find you
here."
The three males scrambled around, finding hiding places. None too
soon, either, because just as the Lion tugged his tail behind the
draperies, the Wicked Witch of the West swept in.
She went directly to the bottle sitting on the end table. "Ah, yes,"
she cackled, "Very good. You have done well, my pretty."
"Now what?" Dorothy asked, trembling.
"Now you are going to make me come."
"You're kidding!" Dorothy gasped.
"You ought to know I don't joke much," the Witch scowled. She reached
up and pulled off her pointed hat, and tossed it to the side of the
bed.
The Witch untied her belt. Her black garment opened at the front,
revealing a skinny, greenish-tinted body. She shrugged out of her
dress, letting it fall to the floor.
Dorothy stifled a giggle as she looked over the Witch's frame;
withered-looking breasts slung low on her chest, the dark nipples
pointing at the floor, a skinny body -- her ribs showed clearly under
her skin, narrow hips. And below, a pair of leather straps held
something firmly over -- or in -- her cunt.
The Witch reached behind her, and the straps loosened. A noticible
buzzing grew louder as a long, black dildo slid out of the Witch's
pussy. The Witch switched it off, and dropped it to the floor.
She climbed up on the bed, and spread herself out, lifting her knees
and separating her thighs in a vulger, obscene display.
"Now, my pretty," the Witch tried (unsuccessfully) to whisper
seductively, "Come join me. Make me come."
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to be continued
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Next: "There's No Place Like Home" (The Conclusion of the story!)