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Thank you for your consideration. ------------------------------------------------------------------- "Climax in the Witch's Castle" ---------------------------- "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." .......................................... 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. ............................................ The Monkey King spoke in a low, earnest 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. .......................................... 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 Scarecrow 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." ............................................ 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?" ........................................... 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. ......................................... 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. ........................................... "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." ............................................. 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 troop 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 troop disappear down the corridor. "What now?" asked the Lion. "Upstairs!" said the Scarecrow. "She must be upstairs." ......................................... Dorothy sat on the edge of the settee, 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. ......................................... 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. ....................................... 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 noticeable 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 vulgar, obscene display. "Now, my pretty," the Witch tried (unsuccessfully) to whisper seductively, "Come join me. Make me come." Continued in part 10... * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It’s okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with strangers. But it isn’t okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with strangers!! You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 6