Off To Kill the Wizard (Return to Oz With a Vengeance Book 1)

by Warren Thomas

  "They don't look as happy to see you as I thought," Wanda taunted. "You've been a good girl here in Emerald City, right?"

  She knew Glinda was anything but good since Scarecrow subjugated her. Whatever dark magic consumed his heart, tainted hers as well. Even if freed of the Wizard's power, she could never be a Good Witch again. Glinda was changed forever, and Wanda hoped she agonized over that fact, too, but she doubted it.

  "And here we are," Wanda whispered seconds before passing into the throne room.

  King Scarecrow sat impatiently upon the Emerald Throne. A dozen Iron Brigade soldiers flanked him at each side. Some Lesser Witches were arrayed before him in a semi-circle, and they all looked terribly frightened. She had more magical power in her pinky than they had combined, but if it made Scarecrow feel more secure, who was she to complain?

  "Hello, brother," Wanda called. Though the Cardinal Witches all called each other "sister," she was the only one to ever refer to him as "brother." And the only reason she did was his dislike of it. "Have you lost weight? You look marvelous."

  "Skip the small talk, Witch," he said, eyes narrowing. "Give Glinda to me."

  "Aww, that's so cute. You miss your little stray kitten," she purred. With a thrust of one foot, she sent Glinda tumbling off the front of the carpet. The Witch landed on the hard marble floor with a pained grunt. "I found her lost up in the Winkie Mountains. Poor thing broke her little wand." Wanda tossed the pieces of it at Scarecrow's feet. "I did my best to comfort her."

  The latter statement was met with amused snorts. Glinda stiffened, but said nothing. Of course, there was a big purple ball gag strapped down and clamped between her teeth. The outfit Glinda had been wearing at the time of her capture was back in the Amber Palace, displayed as a battle trophy.

  "If ever you tire of your little pet, I'll take her off your hands, King Scarecrow," Wanda said as she hopped off the flying carpet. She used her wand to transform it into a broom, and then straddled it. She rose up a few feet, stopped and looked down at Glinda. Then she grinned at the Wizard. "Just so you know, I found Glinda responds exceptionally well to very strict discipline. The harder I was on her, the more enthusiastically she tried to please me. Enjoy."

  Gasps filled the throne room, even as Glinda screamed her fury around the ball gag. Wanda laughed with wicked glee as she streaked around the room five times, before whipping out through the door.

  ~**~**~

  Glinda screamed and bucked, totally consumed by her humiliation and fury. All she could think about was her hands around Wanda's throat. She wanted to watch the life fade from her mocking eyes. Her struggles ended when warmth surrounded her, and then lifted the Witch off the cold floor.

  She twisted around to see Scarecrow beckoning to her, his wand pointing at her. His magic floated her over and placed her at his feet. King Scarecrow did not remove her bindings right away. Glinda tensed, knowing she'd displeased him and would be punished.

  Haven't I suffered enough?

  "Glinda has been vanquished. Wanda is now First Witch of the Witch's Council," King Scarecrow announced. "Glinda has been reduced to the First Witch's servant when Council is meeting."

  He scowled down at her. His eyes blazed red hot. Wanda humiliated him, too, but she'd be the one to suffer the brunt of it. Both privately and publically.

  They will all pay dearly. First Wanda, then Scarecrow, she thought. But I will have my vengeance.

  Scarecrow reclaimed her full attention by collecting all of the pieces of her shattered wand. The pieces flew into his outstretched hand. Glinda watched as he slowly put it back together. The breaks remained visible as tiny black lines in the ivory.

  "You're wand is restored," he declared. He waved her wand, and the binding vanished. She quickly removed the ball gag, glaring at him for that oversight. "Just as you are restored to your exalted position of Imperial Witch at my side."

  The Wizard of Oz handed Glinda her restored wand. She accepted it gratefully and gracefully rose to her feet. With a tap on the head, her body was once again clothed.

  "Send me against Wanda," Glinda asked through clenched teeth. "She only defeated me because I was distracted fighting others. Face-to-face, she cannot withstand my wrath."

  "We will deal with the Wicked Witch of the West in due time," Scarecrow said. "But first I want you to find Dorothy. She tried to kill me yesterday. I want her. Dead or alive."

  Chapter 29

  "Time flies when you're having fun," Dorothy said, and sighed.

  She was in the main parlor of Nick's Naughty Nymphs with forty-seven other scantily clad girls, and five patrons checking them out. To avoid questions about why she was there, but not selling her body, Nick made Dorothy the bartender. She still wore the same skimpy outfit, though her collar was not enchanted, so the men could only drool over her.

  King Scarecrow was holding his third public Court since she tried to kill him. The Winter Solstice and the Ozian new year were just weeks away. It'd already snowed a few times.

  Since her attack on the Wizard of Oz, the attendance rose dramatically at that monthly event. Were people going to the public Court in hopes of seeing Dorothy make another assassination attempt? She didn't really care, other than the fact business dried up dramatically while he held Court.

  Dorothy enjoyed her job, and the playful, sexy banter she had with the working girls and patrons. Bartending was the only paying job, not counting farming, she'd ever had. It occupied her time, but didn't satisfy her needs. And that was a problem. She didn't know if Oz was cursed, or if her body was naturally that eager to play, but sometimes she envied those other girls and all the fun they had with the men. Maybe it was the environment, or the glamorization of Nick's girls day in and day out, but it was getting harder to stay behind the bar.

  Just one night, to see what it is like, she thought, biting her lip as she looked at an especially fine young man talking up Palima. The blonde, blue-eyed Winkie girl was Nick's top performer. Dorothy wondered if she could lure as many men into her bed in a day and night as the blonde. I'd like to try with him.

  Strangely enough, Nick was the one keeping her from trying. He said if she really wanted to prostitute herself, he'd let her. But, it was an addictive lifestyle that would suck the life out of her just as fast as being addicted to drugs. Nick's argument had worked for three months, but the allure of easy money and good times was getting harder to ignore.

  Only Nick gets all of the money and those girls are enchanted into being so eager to jump into bed with anyone and everyone, she thought with a frown. The enchanted collars made the other girls super horny and eager to please each and every man. Magic made them all Nick's defacto slaves. And she knew that if she started selling her body, she'd become his slave as well. I have to get away from here while I still can.

  She glanced at the window. The bustling street looked enticing, despite the cold grayness, but held unseen danger. Bad men were looking for her. King Scarecrow had placed a substantial bounty on her head. Dead or alive.

  A Gillikin man, looking to be in his mid-fifties, caught her attention. She covertly watched him walking down the line of women sitting at the bar. Every girl tried to catch his eyes. They crossed their legs the other way, bit their lips, licked their lips, but he seemed bored, detached. None of brothel's most beautiful girls piqued his interest.

  When he reached the newest girl, Kali, she leaned forward, catching his gaze with sultry green eyes, and whispered, "I'll give you extra for free."

  He paused and looked the gorgeous redhead over more closely. Dorothy thought Kali was the most beautiful woman in the brothel. Her sheer dress did absolutely nothing to hide the spectacular body underneath. His eyes lingered on her breasts, before dropping to her lap. She spread her legs to reveal she was now completely shaven down there.

  "I'm Kali," she said breathlessly. "And I can make your loins sing. Let me prove it to you."

  "Hmmm," he said, stroking his long goatee. "Perhaps."

  And to Kal
i's shock, he moved on.

  Kali glanced at Genna to her right. The blonde shrugged. It was Genna's twelfth year in that brothel. Nick bought the former noblewoman after she petitioned King Scarecrow and he rejected her petition, seized her estate, and sentenced her to slavery.

  "You'd think after a month working here that nothing would surprise me," Kali whispered.

  "Don't worry, after five or so years very little will surprise you," Genna said. "You want to make out? Guys like it when girls kiss and fondle each other."

  "I'll try anything a couple dozen times," Kali said, and giggled.

  Dorothy rolled her eyes. Whenever business became slow, Nick's girls turned to each other and made out. She didn't know if they actually enjoyed it, or were just trying to get men excited enough to choose them. And it usually worked.

  As the beautiful redhead offered her lips to the blonde, Dorothy noticed every one of the men perked up. She shook her head.

  Everyone wants a free show.

  The tips of their hot, wet tongues touched first. Dorothy's breath caught. Something about other girls kissing excited her, even though she didn't consider herself bisexual, much less lesbian. There was just something so sensual about a lipstick kiss.

  "Mmmm," they moaned as their lips melted together.

  Kali rolled one of Genna's nipples between two fingers, while the blonde palmed a tit and strummed the nipple with her thumb. The most amazing sensations rippled through Dorothy's body as she breathlessly watched their little sex game.

  Their kiss deepened, and true passion ignited. Dorothy averted her eyes. It was easier to watch the foot traffic through the window than to witness a sex show so close and personal. When the soft sounds of their arousal increased, she had to fantasize about her torrid nights in Nick's bed. He might've given her a room, but she'd spent every single night in his bed.

  A Palace Guard in full uniform entered the brothel. Dorothy stepped back blinking at him. Every girl in the parlor gawked. None of the Palace Guard or Iron Brigade soldiers ever came to the brothel during a public Court. Even if they were off-duty, they didn't need to visit a brothel because every month after the spectacle of the Court, King Scarecrow threw what was known as the Emerald Orgy. Each month a different brothel provided all of its hookers to the orgy, free of charge, so that Scarecrow's guards and bureaucrats could indulge themselves in beautiful women.

  "Where is the proprietor of this establishment?" the Palace Guard demanded.

  "Right here," the pimp said as he strode in like the King of the World. "I'm Nick Chopper, owner of Nick's Naughty Nymphs."

  "Sir, King Scarecrow summons you and your women to the palace," the Palace Guard said officiously.

  "Oh? What about Madam Munchfrau? This is her month," Nick demanded. "My turn is next month."

  "One of Madam Munchfrau's girls has come down with the bloody flux," he replied, receiving a gasp from the room.

  Dorothy gasped as well. It hadn't happened to her brothel. Yet. But she'd heard of it. In Oz the bloody flux was a venereal disease that could spread quickly through a brothel. It was easily treated, but would shut down a brothel for a week. Both men and women suffered equally, and it was highly contagious. So if one girl had it today, most would have it tomorrow.

  "Ah. I see. We've been moved up a month," Nick said. He sighed gustily, before cutting a sharp look at the assembled hookers. "All right, ladies, we have to hurry!"

  He sent girls upstairs to rouse all of the women off that day. There weren't that many. He had a total of seventy-six women working in his brothel, spread over three parlors. Dorothy worked the main parlor bar, which to her chagrin was for common men off the street. The other two parlors were for the city's elite.

  As the girls gathered, Nick was up and down the stairs, back to his office to get the proper paperwork signed by the Palace Guard. He asked Dorothy to assemble all of the women in the main parlor and make sure their faces and hair were done.

  Dorothy kept looking at the door. So tempting. They were going inside the Emerald Palace. King Scarecrow would be there, and maybe with his guard down. Would all of his bodyguards be indulging in the beautiful women brought in for their pleasure? Would that be the one time every month that his personal protection was reduced?

  "This might be my chance," she muttered.

  Her insides were in turmoil. First off, if she joined the hookers and participated in the orgy, then she'd be in the lion's den without any weapons. Hell, she'd be without clothes. Strangers would pass her around like a cheap whore. Could she get banged that much and still have the physical wherewithal, much less the mental and emotional grit, to hunt down and assassinate Scarecrow?

  I don't need guns to kill him, she thought. I need fire. Fire burns straw, as well as flesh. Fire will kill Scarecrow.

  She thought about asking Nick what he thought. He would object, and send her to her room. Dorothy moved back behind the bar, pretending to continue her regular duties. Nick returned with the Palace Guard and they inspected the girls. The Guard officer was pleased.

  Once all of the working girls were assembled, they were led out into the street in a long line. Nick and the Palace Guard took the lead, with all of the girls following obediently. Dorothy slipped into the line about two thirds of the way down.

  Genna gave her a curious look, but shrugged it off. Adrenaline flowed, and Dorothy's excitement grew. She wasn't sure if the prospect of endless sex or that of finally killing the Wicked Wizard of Oz excited her more. Or terrified her more.

  "What's going to happen?" she asked Genna, who was walking in front of her. "I've never been to an orgy before."

  "It's a lot like a busy night for us," Genna said. "Only there will be about five times more men than women. Believe me, we're all going to be fucked ten times over. It'll be tough, but a lot of fun, too."

  "Do we ask for money?"

  "No! Our service tonight is part of Nick's taxes," she said. "But it's only once a year."

  Fear and excitement warred within her. Of course the fear of discovery weighed heavily upon her. Scarecrow could definitely pick her out of a crowd, but she wasn't sure about the Palace Guard and Iron Brigade soldiers.

  None of the Iron Brigade soldiers wore clothes, so she wasn't sure if they even had dicks.

  The excitement was the chance to do something different. This would be her first orgy, though she had a feeling it wasn't going to be a normal orgy. In her mind, a normal orgy was about a dozen men and women in a pile on the floor wiggling and writhing against each other, everyone touching and fucking everyone else. She had a hard time picturing what seventy-six women would do with hundreds of men. No visions jelled in her head.

  The streets were virtually empty as they wended their way through Emerald City's poorest neighborhoods. The palace wasn't that far from the brothel by American standards, but they had to circumvent the public Court and enter one of the palace's back entries. The Palace Guards on duty at that door looked excited to see them.

  "Oh, this one has a sweet ass," a Palace Guard said, giving Genna's shapely butt a playful swat.

  Another grabbed Dorothy's left tit, giving it a firm squeeze. "This girl has great tits."

  The door guards continued to touch, swat, pinch, and otherwise fondle hookers as they filed past them. Dorothy shook her head. Maybe she didn't have anything to worry about. She had a feeling few, if any, would be looking at her face that evening.

  The door opened into a long, very dark corridor. The only sound was the clatter of hundreds of stilettos on hard, cold tile. Panic welled up within as it grew darker and darker.

  Dead girl walking, she thought.

  Chapter 30

  A door opened up ahead. Light flooded into that long, narrow hallway. Dorothy breathed a sigh of relief when she finally stepped out into a vast, well-lit chamber.

  "I forgot how beautiful the palace is," she whispered as she looked all around in wonder.

  It'd been a lifetime since she last walked the hallowed halls
of the Emerald Palace. They passed through fabulously decorated and furnished chambers, down wide corridors, up spectacular stairs, and never entered a room she remembered from way back then. Of course, she only visited the areas generally open to the public back in those bygone days.

  Everything was, of course, different shades of green. Emerald green was the predominant color. She thought the palace might be the most over the top green interior of any building or home in the city. Indeed, the only other colors she saw were silver and gold. Lots of gold gilding.

  "And here we are," Genna said as they passed through huge double doors. "The Great Hall of the Valiant."

  "The what?"

  The chamber was huge. It could easily hold hundreds of people. Indeed, there were already hundreds of mostly green clad men there. The men looked the hookers over with lusty eyes. Dorothy got all tingly inside and out. Her loins felt slick and especially ready to play.

  "Is this a throne room or something?" she asked.

  She spotted a raised dais across the room. Upon it stood three thrones, with the middle one twice the size of the other two. She wondered if once upon a time Scarecrow, Tin Woodman, and Lion sat upon those thrones.

  "No, but the King, Queen, and Imperial Witch sit up there when they attend the orgy."

  "So, King Scarecrow will be here tonight?" Dorothy asked, hoping her fear was evident in her voice. "Will he participate in the orgy?"

  Genna gave the dais a bored look. "Probably. Though, he mostly just watches. If he sees a girl that piques his interest she'll be taken up to give him pleasure. Usually oral."

  "Have you ever been summoned up there?"

  "No."

  Dorothy decided her primary mission was to stay as far from the dais as possible. Also, she was determined to keep her back to the dais as much as possible. There was no reason to tempt fate.

  She looked at all of the eager-eyed men arrayed before them. I really should've had a plan before coming over here.