Wrath of a Wonderfully Wicked Witch (Return to Oz With a Vengeance Book 2)

by Warren Thomas

  He signaled Glinda, who crawled up behind Dorothy, buried her face in the brunette's butt, and started licking. Then he motioned Wanda up behind Glinda. A look of lust spread across the raven-maned Wicked Witch as she lowered her face to the former Good Witch's butt…

  Scarecrow's cell door banged open.

  His eyes popped open, his sexy daydream spoiled again. “What the hell! Leave me!”

  Dim light filled the cell. One of the dungeon guards held a crystal light globe in one hand, emitting a cold white light. This light had no effect on his magic eyes, yet he squinted at them anyway. It made him look fiercer and more intimidating to mere humans.

  “I command you imbeciles to leave me alone.”

  A rat scampered away. Scarecrow snatched it up, and bit off the little creature's head. Then he spit the head straight at the guard to his left. The rat head bounced off him without invoking a reaction. Scarecrow scowled at him.

  “Silence, scum,” a distinctly feminine voice commanded.

  The two bald, stooped human males suddenly stood taller, prouder. A shimmer surrounded them a second, and then dissipated. Scarecrow sat up straighter when their glamour spells vanished, revealing two tall, haughty beauties. One blonde, the other brunette, he looked their shiny black leather sheathed bodies over head to toe.

  “Sa'Kor,” he whispered. “Took you long enough. Dorothy must be kicking Glinda's sweet round ass pretty badly.”

  The blonde lifted a haughty brow. “Dorothy is a peace loving pussy. No one kicks our mistress's butt, Scarecrow.”

  “Tell that to Wanda,” he said, and giggled hysterically. “The Wicked One let me see Glinda bound tightly, getting it hard and long. Ho, boy, I bet Wanda humiliated her good!”

  That struck bone. Scarecrow grinned. Their hands curled into fists, but their expressions remained cool and unemotional.

  “I am Petra,” the brunette said. “She is Cara. Glinda sent us.”

  Scarecrow snarled at them. “You Sa'Kor bitches all act so arrogant and full of yourselves, like your shit doesn't stink.”

  Cara cocked her head. “It doesn't.”

  He launched himself at them. They stepped back, but he hit the end of his chain. Scarecrow went crashing to the floor, feet flying out from under him. His failure to strike either one of them with his feet bubbled up in frustrated cursing. So he pulled his dick out.

  “Suck me off. I command it,” he said, rising to his feet before them. “Knee and lick my royal scepter, bitches.”

  Cara nodded at Petra. The brunette pulled the coiled up bull whip off her belt, and in a flash snapped it across his sensitive genitals. Scarecrow howled, falling down in a fit. And then he threw himself at them five more times.

  The two Sa'Kor agents watched him impassively until he wore himself out.

  “Come on, why won't anyone suck my dick?” Scarecrow cried. “I have needs.”

  “Listen, you animated moron,” Cara sneered. “Glinda sent us to – “

  “Suck my dick. Glinda, her own fine self, sucked it a million times. She loved sucking my dick, even in front of my entire Court,” Scarecrow said, starting to stroke himself to hardness. “That's what women are for, sucking and fucking.”

  That got a reaction out of the two Sa'Kor: Looks of disgust. He giggled.

  “No one said he had to be whole,” Petra said. “Let's cut the stupid pervert's cock off so he doesn't have anything to focus on.”

  “Oooh, that sounds like fun,” he said, nodding eagerly. “You should bite it off. Glinda has bitten it off twice. Don't worry, it's magical and grows back.”

  Cara reached behind her back and pulled out a wand. Before Scarecrow could react, she cast her spell. Intense, fiery pain engulfed his cock and balls, lancing up into his very psyche. He thrashed around for a long moment before she ended the spell and slipped her wand back into its sheath.

  “Oooh, that hurt good,” he moaned. “I'd forgotten some of you Sa'Kor are witches.”

  “Now, are you going to listen to our proposal?” Petra asked. “Or do we have leave you here to wallow in your own misery and depravity?”

  Scarecrow sat up. He blinked at them a moment. “You're not here to murder me?”

  “No. We bring an offer from our mistress,” Cara said. “Serve her. Help her capture Dorothy. Interested?”

  “Very,” he said, hands clenched. “There's nothing I want more than to have that pretty little thing in my absolute power. Dorothy Gale will pay for what she did to me!”

  “You must understand. Glinda will be your absolute mistress. Her word is law,” Petra said. “If you fail to obey, then she will destroy you in the most horrific manner imaginable.”

  “But if you obey, and serve Glinda well, they she'll reward you with wealth and power,” Cara added. “Refuse, and this dungeon cell will be all you know for the rest of eternity.”

  “I demand Dorothy be my slave.”

  “You can ask Glinda, but you are in no position to demand anything, Scarecrow,” Petra said. “But Glinda has her eyes on Dorothy. I doubt you'll be given the Empress for more than a night, now and then.”

  Scarecrow sat there a long moment, his mind in turmoil. Serve Glinda? Impossible. But, she offered freedom, wealth, and power. And maybe a chance to exact his revenge on Dorothy, in some small way.

  “Fine. I agree,” he said. “Get me out of here.”

  “Excellent,” Cara said, and pulled out a long, thick sewing needle and some leather cord. “But first…”

  He looked at her warily. The two Sa'Kor smiled in a very disturbing way.

  “Glinda warned us,” Petra said. “You bite.”

  “We have to sew your mouth shut until we turn you over to Glinda,” Cara said. “Do you still want to serve Glinda?”

  He scowled at them. Since he didn't feel pain, having his mouth sewn shut didn't frighten him. It would take away his most potent weapon, his long fangs. And he really wanted to sink his teeth into those two uppity Sa'Kor.

  “I promise not to bite anyone.”

  “Not good enough,” Cara said.

  When he looked at the blonde Sa'Kor, the brunette pulled her wand. Before he could defend himself, she had him wrapped up in invisible tendrils. Scarecrow bucked and writhed, struggled with all his might, but the magical bindings held and the two Sa'Kor agents piled atop him.

  It was a fight, but Cara sewed his mouth shut. And then Petra tapped the collar encircling his neck with her wand. The chains fell away, only to be replaced by a leash and collar. Cara held his leash, and half dragged the animated scarecrow to the cell door.

  “Be quiet,” Cara whispered. “If we're discovered, you will be left behind to be recaptured.”

  Seething, Scarecrow followed the two young beauties out. Soon, he forgot all about the indignities heaped upon him by Dorothy, Glinda, and the two Sa'Kor agents. Their sweet round butts looked so fine in that tight black leather, swaying before him as they walked.

  I'll dress Dorothy up as a Sa'Kor, before I take my pleasure of her!

  Chapter 9

  The terrain looked so familiar. If she didn't know better, Dorothy would swear she was on a late winter, early spring trail ride in Kansas. The only difference was the total lack of modern things, like power lines, paved roads, railroad tracks, and perfectly neat farmlands.

  The Great Plains in Oz were mostly weeds and tall grasslands. Farming villages tended to be scattered around the few cities, and their fields were nowhere near neat or tidy. They came across a lone village every so often, but their lives were a lot tougher. The lone subsistence farm was even rarer.

  This is what Kansas looked like before white men arrived, she thought. Dorothy could see a small deer running away to her left, and a herd of antelope watching them warily to her right. The day before they had to stop while a herd of buffalo passed. Now that song about the deer and antelope playing makes sense.

  The greatest difference she noticed between the Kansas plains she recently left, and the Ozian plains was the
weather. Back in Kansas it was summer, and extremely hot. There in Oz, it was early April, still chilly but with the promise of spring.

  “Humans and your stupid horses,” Lion grumbled to her right.

  “What are you talking about?” Dorothy asked. “I love horses. If I could, I'd ride every day.”

  “They're slow and plodding,” he said. Yeah, he looked agitated and restless. “I could've already led my army to Emerald City and back three times.”

  Dorothy shook her head. “I understand your frustration, my friend. In my world, we have extremely fast transportation. Almost every adult owned what we call a car.”

  “Car?” Nick asked from her left. “I vaguely recall you mentioning them on your first visit. Didn't you refer to them as 'horseless carriages’ or something?”

  Dorothy laughed. She hadn't heard that expression in ages.

  “I might have, only since then cars have gotten bigger, faster, more luxurious,” she said. “We cruise easily down the road at seventy miles per hour, so the trip from Deathknight Castle to Emerald City would've taken hours, instead of weeks. And we have airplanes above us, carrying hundreds of people at a time, flying at hundreds of miles per hour.”

  “It sounds like your world's magic is very powerful,” Locasta said.

  “It's not magic, but technology,” Dorothy said. The witch's eyes glazed over. Dorothy shook her head. Ozians just didn't get technology, even though they had some primitive tech as well. Most Ozians would rather rely on magic. “There is absolutely no magic in my world.”

  The witch rolled her eyes. “That you know of. Magic is everywhere. It binds the universe together.” She caught Dorothy's eyes. “You would not be here if there was no magic in your world.”

  Dorothy didn't have an argument for that. Was there ever a time in her world that magic ruled? Were there ever real witches that wielded real power? Or was the magic always there, but her world never learned to harness it?

  A cheer rose up from the vanguard, about a mile ahead of the combined armies. Nick slanted a pleased look at her.

  “We're home,” he said. Then he pointed. “Look.”

  The ground was rising before them, but Dorothy spotted something bright green jutting above the horizon. It took a second, but then her breath caught. The highest tower of the Imperial palace! Or, just the tip of that tower.

  Dorothy and Nick spurred their mounts into gallops, while Lion morphed into his lion form and ran easily beside them. Dorothy's horse did try to move away from the giant lion, but the poor beast was starting to get used to having apex predators by her side.

  A pair of thunderclaps echoed across the land. Odd, since there wasn’t a cloud in the sky.

  The vanguard moved out, vacating the hilltop. Dorothy rode up first and reined in. Her face lit up.

  “Emerald City,” she whispered. “Every time I see it, it's like the first time.”

  The great city was easily twice as large as the first time a much younger Dorothy visited. And war had left it battered and bruised. To Dorothy, it looked like a lot of the city's teeth had been knocked out, with many of the great towers long gone. Her predecessor hadn't allowed anyone to rebuild those destroyed towers, but Dorothy authorized building permits soon after being crowned. She hoped to restore Emerald City to its glory.

  A very faint green bubble appeared around the city. And then another thunderclap.

  “What the…” she started.

  “Emerald City is under magical attack,” Nick cried, and pointed to the right of the city.

  Lion growled, making both Dorothy's and Nick's horses skittish. That forced her to spend a moment regaining full control of her mount, before Dorothy could check out what Nick was pointing out. And it took a moment before she spotted a tiny dot flying around above the city. And the only reason she saw it was the Witch threw a lightning bolt at the city.

  “Oh my god, a Wicked Witch!”

  Locasta came riding up at that time. The witch stood up in the saddle, and began chanting as she drew mystic symbols in the air with her wand. Dorothy surveyed the land between them and the city while waiting for Locasta.

  Since their departure from Emerald City about a month back, farmers had tilled most of the farmland surrounding the city. Most of the farms and farming villages were to the east and south, where there was more water available for irrigation. Columns of black smoke rose from numerous villages, and then she spotted a caravan on the northern Yellow Brick Road.

  “It's Wanda and Jezebelle,” Locasta said.

  “I only see one Witch,” Dorothy said. Locasta pointed to the left, and Dorothy finally spotted the other Wicked Witch. The second Witch was the one devastating the villages with fireballs. “We have to stop them, protect the city, and…” She pointed at the caravan. “Protect those poor, defenseless traders.”

  Dorothy surveyed the scene a moment longer. It could still take hours for them to reach the city on horseback. Then a Witch with wings flew from the villages, around to the main gate. That blocked the caravan from entering, but she turned her wrath on the actual gate. The Witch hit it with fireball after fireball, before attacking with lightning bolts.

  “I should've brought a long rifle when I returned to Oz,” Dorothy muttered.

  The Witches were still out of range for any deer rifle her family owned. She only had one way to reach out and touch those wicked women. So Dorothy dug her two Uzi submachine guns out of her saddlebags. Then she dismounted, and steeled herself for the fight to come as she concentrated on the main gates, and below the winged Witch.

  “There's no place like in front of the main gates,” Dorothy muttered, and clicked her heels together. She took the Uzis off safety. “There's no place like in front of the main gates.” Suddenly, Locasta dismounted and raced over to her, placing a hand on Dorothy's shoulder. “There's no place like in front of the main gates.”

  It was little more than a blink of the eye that time. Was it getting easier to transport herself? Only this time, Locasta came with her.

  “You can't fight them alone,” the witch said.

  BOOM! BOOM!

  Those thunderclaps rattled her bones, and she felt the earth shake. The Wicked Witch hovered directly above her. Dorothy paused to look her over.

  “It's Jezebelle Silvermane, Wicked Witch of the East,” Locasta whispered. “I think together we can kill her.”

  Jezebelle turned away from the city, and started towards the incoming caravan. Dorothy pointed both Uzis at the Witch. But just as she started to pull the triggers, Locasta released three fireballs in quick succession and startled her.

  Ratta-tat-tat-tat.

  Dorothy's bullets went somewhere, but nowhere near the damned Witch. Locasta's fireballs hit a bubble like “shield” around Jezebelle and fizzled out. They did manage to get the Wicked Witch's full attention.

  “Dorothy Gale!” Jezebelle cried.

  “Empress Dorothy Gale Davis, actually,” she replied. “Officially speaking.”

  After all, her last name had been “Davis” far longer than it was “Gale.” Indeed, she only used Gale in Oz. Back in Kansas she was Dorothy Davis.

  “Begone, Witch, or suffer my wrath!” Dorothy shouted.

  Jezebelle's answer came in the form of a lightning bolt. Aimed straight at Dorothy's heart. BOOM! The blast knocked Dorothy and Locasta back onto their butts. While Locasta growled and hurled a lightning bolt back at the Wicked Witch, Dorothy sat there a second and blinked. The blast of that damned thing rattled her brain.

  “Holy Moses,” she muttered. Then she lifted her Uzis and opened fire.

  Jezebelle flew erratically, avoiding Dorothy's fire and Locasta's lightning. She continued to rain lightning down on them, so much so Dorothy came to realize the Witch couldn't really control it that well. At least not exactly where the lightning struck. Locasta had even less control of her bolts.

  “Here comes Wanda!” Locasta cried, dragging Dorothy to the ground.

  The Wicked Witch of the West stre
aked above them, and Dorothy heard a secondary whoosh. When she looked after the Witch, she spotted a saber in her hand. Was Wanda trying to behead her? Or was she going after Locasta?

  Both Wicked Witches unleashed lightning bolts. They rained them down on her and the witch, all stopped by a silvery bubble shield. Dorothy and Locasta returned fire. At least for a short while.

  “Shit, shit, shit,” Dorothy cried when both Uzi's charging handles locked back. “Empty.”

  “What does that mean?” Locasta asked.

  “I'm out of ammo,” she replied. “I only brought a few extra magazines, and burned through those too fast.”

  She still had the two pistols strapped to her sides, but no spare magazines on her person. She had to save those eighteen rounds for an emergency, so she pulled her katana.

  “What are you going to do with that?” Locasta asked. “Shake it at them while they fly above us?”

  “Shut up,” Dorothy snapped, face burning hot. Still, what else should she do? So she pulled her left pistol. “Feel better?”

  “Not really. You can't hit anything.”

  Dorothy almost said, I can hit you! But wisely held her tongue.

  “You and your magic lightning are just as effective as my guns,” she replied. Locasta scowled, so she added, “But thanks for using your magic shield to protect me as well.”

  Locasta froze. “Um, I'm not shielding us. You are.” The witch glanced down at Dorothy's shoes. “Very powerful, too.”

  “Great. They don't always protect me,” she grumbled. “Half the time all they do is vibrate to warn me of danger.”

  “Surrender, Dorothy,” Wanda shouted down. “I promise, we'll treat you very well.”

  “Don't listen to her,” Locasta whispered. “She'll have you bound and gagged in a flash, and then do the most perverted things to your body right here in front of the gates for all your loyal subjects to see.”

  She froze, mind going to very dark places. Once again, she wondered what happened to Oz. It was worse than a dark fantasy, BDSM website back in her world.

  “What kind of things?” Dorothy shook her head. “No. Don't tell me. I don't want to know.”