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

by Warren Thomas

  "Mmmmmgh," she moaned.

  That's when she felt Pooj's little hands on her hips. He rubbed his cock up and down her butt crack. Her anus tightened. When he couldn't force his way past her defenses, the bald Munchkin wiggled a finger deep into her ass. Dorothy moaned and groaned, wiggling her butt, but she couldn't stop him. Soon he had two, then three fingers inside her. Once he had four fingers pumping her anus, she gave up and relaxed. A moment later Pooj thrust deep into her butt.

  "Uggggh," she grunted.

  Dorothy moaned and groaned, wiggled and writhed. The three Munchkins thrust into every orifice of her body like there was no tomorrow. Soon they were squeaking and gasping, fucking her harder and harder as their pleasure peaked. She did everything in her power to get them off as fast as possible. Sucking, squeezing her vagina and ass, Dorothy prayed for three quick ejaculations. Prayed for quick release from their power so she could escape Scarecrow's wrath.

  The faint sound of stilettos coming towards them caught her attention. She couldn't see who was approaching, what with her face buried in Ojo's chubby little belly most of the time. Then she spotted a swish of pink silk, and a strappy white stiletto. Whoever it was began to slowly circle them. She eventually stopped behind Ojo.

  "Boo," Glinda said, peeking around the side of Ojo's thrusting hips. She had the most wicked look of evil glee Dorothy could imagine. "I think I found my newest plaything. Welcome back to Oz, Dorothy of Kansas."

  "Dorothy?" Ojo cried, and shot a massive load of cum into her mouth.

  "Swallow!" Glinda demanded.

  Dorothy gulped it all down, and the three following loads, too.

  "Oh my god!" Pooj cried. "I'm sodomizing Dorothy of Kansas! Wooo hooo!"

  Bint cried out with joy, too, and then groaned as he filled her vagina with his seed. Glinda bit her lip she was so happy with how everything turned out. Then Pooj's hands tightened on the helpless beauty's hips, and he started thrusting into her like a madman.

  "Aaaaaah," he sighed. "Bam. Nailed her."

  "Mmm. Yes, you did," Glinda purred. She caressed Dorothy's cheek, which was still hollowed out while continuing to suck on Ojo's cock. "I'm going to have so much fun with you. You, not so much."

  The King's personal Witch grabbed the back of Ojo's neck and flung him aside. Pooj squeaked and took off running. Glinda laughed cruelly, chanted a short spell, and flung it at the retreating Munchkin with her wand. Pooj squealed even louder as he transformed into a piglet.

  Dorothy's jaw dropped. She felt so sorry for the Munchkin, despite how crudely he treated her. Glinda was truly evil if she treated loyal bureaucrats like that. Then the Witch picked up Dorothy's leash and gave it a little tug.

  "I've dreamed of this moment," Glinda purred. "Kiss and lick my feet, Dorothy."

  Dorothy swallowed the lump in her throat, gave a brief nod, and crawled off of Bint. The skinny blonde Munchkin wisely rolled to all fours and crawled into the nearby crowd. She forgot about him as she looked her old friend up and down with rising dread.

  Glinda was even sexier up close. She smelled divine, despite being so evil. Her silk gown was thinner, more clingy than Dorothy realized at first. The fabric didn't so much hide Glinda's amazing body as emphasis it. Her nipples were perfectly defined through the silk.

  "I'm in so much trouble," she muttered.

  "Yes," Glinda said. "Yes you are. Start kissing."

  The Witch's white wand drew a series of runes, so fast Dorothy couldn't tell what it was doing. The runes glowed in the air, and finally Glinda tapped the metal collar around Dorothy's throat. Magic came alive, filling the collar before flowing into Dorothy.

  Glinda's magic completely messed up Dorothy's head. She didn't know up from down for a long moment, and then the collar forced her to obey. Dorothy groaned long and low, but lowered her face to Glinda's foot. She gave the toe of the Witch's shoe a tentative kiss. Then a deeper kiss. Glancing up, she bit her lip. Glinda grinned and raised an eyebrow. Dorothy took that as, Don't stop.

  Dorothy smothered Glinda's foot with kisses, and then started licking. She licked every square inch of that sexy, strappy stiletto. Once she was satisfied, Glinda pulled that foot back and moved the other forward. Dorothy repeated her groveling, pathetic display.

  "Are you finished yet, Glinda?" King Scarecrow asked impatiently. "I have a score to settle with Miss Gale."

  "Oopsy," Glinda said. She caught and held Dorothy's frightened eyes. "You made a serious mistake by attacking the Wizard of Oz, my dear."

  "Please protect me, Glinda," Dorothy begged. "I'll do anything you ask."

  "Give me your pretty Silver Stilettos," Glinda demanded, eyes narrowing. "I want them."

  "Glinda! Bring her to me," Scarecrow commanded. "Now!"

  The Imperial Witch stiffened. Dorothy saw Glinda fighting the compulsion. She understood the battle the Witch was having within. She fought her damned collar's magic, but lost. Glinda also lost.

  "Yes, master," she whispered through clenched teeth. An odd, calculating look filled Glinda's eyes. It was not a comforting sight. "I am yours to command, King Scarecrow."

  Glinda reached down and tapped the silver collar with her wand. It fell away to clatter on the floor. Dorothy glanced to her left, toward Nick. He scowled at Glinda, but said nothing. She expected him to be worried, since he had been harboring a wanted woman. The pimp looked anything but worried.

  With the removal of the enchanted collar, Dorothy felt in full control of her faculties. Her first instinct was to attack Glinda, but the Witch was watching her with a bemused look. Dorothy was confident Glinda expected an attack and was more than ready to slap her down in the most brutal manner imaginable. But what did Glinda expect her to do now that the collar was removed?

  "On your feet, Dorothy," Glinda said, only looking a little disappointed.

  "You know this is only a minor setback," Dorothy whispered as she rose. Her eyes narrowed, holding the Witch's gaze. "Catching me is easy. Holding me is impossible."

  "I know, but you've never been captured by me," Glinda said. "Now move it. Present yourself to the Wizard of Oz, King Scarecrow."

  Dorothy licked her lips, hands curling into fists. She hesitated only a second, before turning towards the steps up onto the dais. Every eye was on her and the Witch as Dorothy of Kansas slowly walked towards what she assumed was her doom. If Scarecrow didn't kill her outright, then he'd probably place some insidious enchantment upon her like he did to Glinda.

  I don't want to be Scarecrow's enchanted slave minion, she thought as she ascended the stairs. She took a deep, steadying breath after turning towards the waiting wizard. Glinda was hanging back. A tiny smile played at the corners of her lips when Dorothy realized Glinda wanted her to kill Scarecrow. Or at least try. You're playing a dangerous game, Glinda.

  Glinda would likely be freed of Scarecrow’s magic the instant he died. But that wouldn't save Dorothy. If the Iron Brigade bodyguards didn't kill her, then Glinda probably would to hide her part in the king's assassination.

  I'm willing to be her instrument of Scarecrow's death.

  Dorothy covertly looked around. Fire was the surest way to kill a scarecrow. He would probably go up in flames in a flash, but where could she find a source of fire?

  "Magic," Glinda whispered, after following her eyes upward. Then louder, "Dorothy of Kansas, kneel before your lord and master, King Scarecrow! The Glorious Wizard of Oz!"

  With no other choice, Dorothy obeyed. She dropped to her knees before her mortal enemy. Scarecrow looked down upon her with cruel, hate filled eyes. Eyes that burned with red fire.

  He looked up and out upon his assembled bureaucrats and minions. King Scarecrow lifted his arms in triumph.

  "Behold! Dorothy is captured and now Our obedient slave!"

  Chapter 32

  The crowd erupted in enthusiastic cheers.

  Dorothy was frantic. Her world was crashing down around her. What would they do to her? A terrifying sense of doom descended upon the you
ng woman. She knelt submissively before her enemies, unarmed and helpless to defend herself.

  "Swear your life and obedience to King Scarecrow," Glinda demanded.

  The Imperial Witch came up onto the dais to stand beside Dorothy.

  "Never," Dorothy replied. "I will never willingly serve evil. You are a Wicked Wizard, Scarecrow!"

  The crowd gasped. Scarecrow's eyes narrowed. Dorothy tensed, expecting to be blasted into a million bloody pieces. But then Glinda smiled. It wasn't a kind smile, but a wickedly seductive one.

  Dorothy gawked up at the Witch. Why did Glinda suddenly look so damned sexy and desirable? Was she using some kind of vile love spell on her? The helpless captive couldn't look away as the Witch paced around her, one delicate hand extended and almost touching her.

  Visions of being with Glinda filled Dorothy's mind. She'd heard so many things about Glinda's wicked ways with the men and women she took as her playthings. Glinda's heels clicked softly, filling Dorothy's head with their song. Soon, that was all she heard. Her mind felt like it was wrapped in cotton. So hard to think rationally.

  "Dorothy is all grown up now. So young, beautiful, and sexy," Glinda purred.

  Those words were like physical things, and they reverberated through Dorothy's mind and body. Soon she felt hot, inside and out. Her belly quivered, all fluttery inside. When the Witch's warm, soft hand finally caressed her cheek, the beautiful brunette gasped and then sighed. The naughty visions in her head became very explicit, very raunchy sexy.

  Glinda knelt before Dorothy. She bit her full, glossy red lip. Dorothy gazed at those lips. They looked so warm and enticing. So kissable. She wanted a taste so badly it hurt. Her body started moving, swaying, hips giving a hint of thrusting. She'd never felt so hot, slick, and achy between her legs before.

  Dorothy's hands rose up to cup Glinda's large, firm tits. She fondled Glinda's boobs, before moving her thumbs over her erect, pointy nipples. The Witch gasped, her gorgeous face filling with pleasure, eyes burning with desire. She strummed the Witch's erect, rubbery nipples through the thin fabric.

  Glinda sucked in a sharp breath. "Oh yes."

  Glinda's head rolled back and lolled around. Her back bowed and she thrust her chest towards Dorothy. Her hands moved to Dorothy's naked breasts and lovingly caressed them.

  Dorothy struggled to breathe. Her heart raced at a mile a minute. The poor thing's pussy never felt that needy before. She never wanted another woman like that in her life. She didn't know what kind of spell Glinda cast, but she liked it. She liked it a lot!

  "Oh Glinda," Dorothy whispered. Her hands slipped away from the Witch's breasts, moving around back to pull her closer. Dorothy lifted her chin, offered her lips. "Please, Glinda."

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

  Glinda wrapped Dorothy up in her arms. Their breasts squished together. The Kansas beauty became acutely aware of Glinda's much shapelier, glorious body pressed so sexily to hers. Dorothy's hands began to roam her dramatic curves. She combed her fingers through Glinda's magnificent mane, marveling at how silky it felt. Did Glinda use magic to enhance her body and beauty?

  Their kiss deepened as passion flared even more intensely. Soon she couldn't get enough of Glinda's lips and body. They writhed, pressing their bodies so tightly together. Then Dorothy's hand slipped under Glinda's gown, between her legs.

  The Witch was running commando.

  Dorothy stroked a smooth, hairless pussy. Glinda was just as slippery wet as Dorothy felt. She rubbed firm, fast circles around Glinda's quivering folds. Faster and faster, getting more and more excited as the Witch began to peak.

  Glinda groaned wantonly into Dorothy's mouth, while their tongues danced and explored. And then Glinda's hand slipped between Dorothy's legs and began rubbing.

  "Mmmmggh," they groaned in unison.

  Nasty, sexy images filled Dorothy's mind. She'd witnessed quite a few girl-on-girl sex acts while in the brothel. Hell, quite a few sex shows were performed with both men and women, sometimes at the same time. Dorothy was pretty sure she'd seen everything two women could do with each other. Yet, nothing felt as right as making out with Glinda.

  "You're so beautiful," Dorothy whispered breathlessly.

  She began pulling the laces loose that held Glinda’s barely there gown together. The young beauty could feel the tension in the air as she slowly stripped the gorgeous Imperial Witch. Yet, it wasn't coming off. Was magic holding it to her body? Then Glinda caught Dorothy's eyes, held her gaze, before she smiled. The Witch lifted one hand and snapped her fingers. Shimmering pink silk instantly flowed straight down and revealed Glinda's naked body.

  The crowd gasped.

  Dorothy smothered her perfect breasts with kisses, hands all over them. It was the first time she understood why men so loved tits. She rubbed her face all over them, while kissing, licking, and sucking. Her fingers pinched and rolled firm nipples, making Glinda gasp and groan and wiggle sexily.

  Everything the Witch did drove Dorothy crazier. As every second ticked by, Dorothy's passion, desire, and pure animal need grew more and more intense.

  Kissing her way down across Glinda's toned belly, she pushed the Witch onto her back. Glinda's long, shapely legs spread wide. Her sex glimmered wetly in the bright light. Dorothy's breath caught when she watched the Witch's bubblegum pink folds blossom open for her.

  "Yes," Dorothy whispered.

  She buried her face between Glinda's legs. Her tongue lapped hungrily at the Witch's pussy. They both moaned and groaned as Dorothy ate Glinda out with gusto. The brunette never hungered for another person so much as then.

  Dorothy sucked and nibbled on Glinda's folds, explored her pussy with her fingers and tongue, and soon turned her full attention to the clit peeking out from under its hood.

  "Yes!" Glinda cried out, back bowing, and thighs locking around Dorothy's head. "Oh yes!"

  The Kansas girl sucked and nibbled, working that sensitive nub with all she had. Glinda writhed and bucked, pulled on her hair and ground herself into Dorothy's mouth. All Dorothy wanted was to make Glinda come. And come harder than she'd ever come before.

  "Yes! Yes! Yes!" Glinda screamed.

  The Wicked Imperial Witch bowed up dramatically and froze. Hot girl cum sprayed in Dorothy's face. Just drenched the beautiful brunette. Dorothy eagerly lapped it all up, unable to sate her hunger for the Witch's cum.

  "That was amazing, Dorothy," King Scarecrow said, his voice low and husky. "Now it's time to serve your lord and master just as well."

  Glinda reluctantly released Dorothy's head, slowly spreading her thighs wide. Huffing and puffing, Dorothy sat back on her legs and looked straight at the Wizard of Oz's crotch. There was a very big bulge there. Who knew scarecrows even had cocks. She wondered if he created it with his magic, or if Glinda gave it to him. She was a randy little Imperial Witch, after all.

  Dorothy licked her lips, tasting Glinda again. She sucked in a deep breath, slowed her breathing, and then nodded. Mouth watering, eyes locked on his bulge, the horny beauty slowly crawled to him. She rose up on her knees, glanced up into his lusty burlap face, and then turned her full attention to his crotch.

  "Oh my. Why am I so hot and bothered?" she whispered. "I can't control myself."

  It had to be magic, but Glinda removed the pimp's collar that she'd enchanted. Or was the spell actually cast on her, not the collar? Either way, now she felt consumed with animal hunger. She couldn't get enough.

  "I give you my word, Scarecrow," Dorothy rasped out as she dug his erection out of his pants. "You'll pay dearly for what you've done to Oz, to my reputation in Oz, and to my body today."

  His cock was long and thick, sticky and fleshy. Nothing about it said scarecrow. It was a real cock. She stroked the hot, smooth skin. Dorothy kissed the bulbous head, before giving it a big lick. Finally, she swirled her tongue around the end before she went down on him.

  "Dorothy of Kansas sucks her King and Master's cock!" Scarecro
w cried to the crowd. "Her punishment for all the evil she did to Oz has begun. Dorothy is sentenced to slavery! I claim her as a battle trophy! She will serve your king as a groveling, begging fuck toy!"

  His every word struck her hard and deep. Hot tears rolled down her cheeks, but Dorothy continued sucking him off. Her head bobbed, tongue and lips working his member over the best she knew how. As much as she hated it, she couldn't get enough of him. He tasted divine. Her thoughts turned to him above her, thrusting deep into her body over and over and over.

  Glinda crawled up behind her pressed up tightly. The Witch began rubbing Dorothy's achy, throbbing pussy. Rubbing it faster and faster. Her efforts sent the most wonderful sensations rippling through Dorothy's overheated body. Soon the Kansas girl was gasping, moaning, groaning, and writhing.

  King Scarecrow groaned long and low. He was close. Any second now he could come, and fill her mouth with his seed. The thought both disgusted her and excited her.

  "You'll get yours, too, Glinda," she gasped out, before returning to sucking cock.

  "Oh?"

  The Witch thrust two fingers deep into Dorothy's pussy. Her other hand rubbed Dorothy's clit, while she finger fucked the enslaved beauty. Dorothy felt her body change, and that heady rush to climax began. Her body trembled in anticipation.

  "Y-Yes. Yes," Dorothy cried.

  King Scarecrow grunted, and came all over Dorothy's face. She kept stroking his cock, as he came in her face again and again. Glinda intensified her efforts, and pushed Dorothy over the top.

  "Oooooooh," Dorothy sighed, body erupting with euphoric pleasure. Even as her body was consumed with wave upon wave of the most intense orgasmic pleasure ever, she slanted a look back at Glinda's joy-filled face. "You'll pay dearly for casting this spell on me and making me humiliate myself before everyone."

  "What spell is that?"

  "The love spell, or sex spell," Dorothy whispered, her body starting to go into that beloved afterglow. "Whatever magic you used to make me so horny I couldn't stop myself from having sex with you both up here."