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Authors name: Shelby Bush
Story Title : Dorothy Does Oz : The 'Hole' Thing!
Date: Sat, 29 Jun 1996 23:53:06 GMT
Part Two of Ten
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"Ding! Dong! The Bitch is Dead!"
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Dorothy gazed through the window; the winds whipped around the house,
obscuring most of the view. It seemed to her that she was moving --
and moving swiftly at that, but she couldn't be sure, since she had no
landmarks to watch.
Then almost as suddenly, there was another feeling, like the momentary
weightlessness of a descending elevator.
"We're falling!" Dorothy shouted. "Toto!"
She grabbed up her dog, and jumped onto the bed, hoping it would
cushion the shock of the fall -- at least a little bit.
The house dropped and dropped. As it fell, above the drone of the
wind, she thought she heard a high-pitched scream, but that could have
been her imagination.
With a loud thump, the house landed. Dorothy bounced up and down on
the bed on the impact. She sat for a moment, listening to the silence
left behind when the tornado sounds vanished.
Slowly, she crawled out of the bed. Glancing down at herself and
remembering that she was completely naked, she stepped over to the
closet to get some clothing.
The closet was completely empty.
She went to the bureau, but even the drawers were gone.
She unlatched the door to her room and padded down the hallway to her
aunt and uncle's room. The door swung open easily. Aunt Emily's
closet was equally bare, but wrapped around one of the bedposts was a
simple gingham dress. Dorothy grabbed it up and made sure it was in
one piece.
She slipped it over her head, and went back to her room. She searched
around the room, trying to find a pair of shoes -- sneakers,
high-heels, sandals, anything. There were none to be found. But she
did find a pair of cotton panties that had blown under her desk. She
lifted her skirt and slipped into them.
"Aunt Emily always warned me to wear clean underwear in case of an
accident," she muttered. Toto's ears perked up as she spoke.
"C'mon, Toto," she said, cheerfully. "Let's see where this storm has
blown us."
She went down the stairs. The front door was blocked; the impact had
forced it off its hinges. She headed for the back door. It opened,
but the porch was gone, and it was a good four foot drop to the
ground.
She got down on her knees and dropped Toto to the ground, then slid
her feet out the door and slid to the ground. She scrambled to her
feet and looked around her.
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"It's almost as if I'm seeing colors for the first time," Dorothy
muttered. "I don't think we're in Kansas any more."
She stepped through a low hedge onto a pathway. All around her were
small structures that could be playhouses for children. Flowers
blossomed to all sides of the houses. Toto trotted along behind her
as she wandered down the pathway.
Suddenly, a little man jumped out in front of her.
"Are you a good witch or a bad witch?" he asked, his voice quivering
with fear, although he tried to put on a brave face.
"I'm not a witch at all," Dorothy replied, puzzled. "What makes you
think I'm a witch?"
"Only witches fly in houses," the little man shrugged.
"Have you ever seen a house fly before?" Dorothy half-smiled.
"Sure," he said, quickly. "I've even got a fly-swatter."
Dorothy chuckled. "Where is everybody?"
"Hiding," the little man cringed. "Everyone wants to know if you're a
good witch or a bad witch before they come out."
"Oh. Then tell them that I'm good. But I'm not a witch. There's no
such thing as witches."
"Really? You think so?" The little man puffed himself up. "Come
here and look, then, smartass."
He led her back to the fallen house, and pointed at one corner.
Sticking out from under the house was a pair of legs, clad in a black
skirt, wearing a pair of ruby slippers.
"That's the Wicked Witch of the East," he sighed. "And you killed
her. That could either make you our National Hero, or..." he squared
his shoulders. "Or if you are another wicked witch, come to take
over, we'll have to take our chances on getting rid of you."
Dorothy stepped back. "By all means, tell everyone I mean no harm.
I'm not a witch, but I'm very good."
The little man stepped back over to the pathway. He cupped his hands
around his mouth and shouted. "She says she's good! Come on out!
Come on out!"
The pathway suddenly filled with little people. Dorothy looked around
at the faces, who looked relieved, happy and fearful at the same time.
They stood about three feet tall, coming up almost to Dorothy's waist.
They kept a respectful distance from her, sliding away like a flock of
pigeons as Dorothy walked around, looking at her.
Dorothy glanced back at the house, and saw one of the little people
poking at the extended legs with a stick.
"Where am I?" Dorothy asked, finally.
"You are standing in Munchkinland," one of the little folk replied.
"Munchkinland? Where's that?"
"In the Land of Oz," another one said, helpfully.
"Oz? Where's..."
Dorothy's question was interrupted by a high-pitched whine. Her eyes
followed the direction of the sound. She saw a bright light beam,
particles shimmering in the light, then the particles formed into a
female body.
The woman stood completely naked in the light for a moment, her
breasts firm and tipped with pink nipples, and a fine, blond bush
covering the nexus of her legs. There was an appreciative murmur from
the Munchkins, then another shimmering began, and her body was covered
with a gossamer gown.
She moved; and smiled.
One of the Munchkins whispered, "I love the way she beams in!"
"Well," the woman looked Dorothy over. "You're a pretty little witch,
anyway."
"I'm not a witch," Dorothy said again, firmly.
"Whatever you say, dear," the Lady said. "But I got a message from
the Munchkins that a witch had dropped a house on the Wicked Witch of
the East, and there she is, and there you are."
"But I'm not a witch," Dorothy whined.
"I don't care if you are or not," the lady smiled, kindly. "You are
entitled to your own beliefs. But we want to know if you are going to
take over here in Munchkinland, or what your intentions are."
"My name is Dorothy," Dorothy said. "I have no intention of taking
over -- here or anywhere. I was brought here by a storm, and I'd just
like to get home again."
"Hurrah!" the crowd of Munchkins shouted.
"What are they so excited about?" Dorothy asked the Lady.
"You see, my dear, under the rule of the Wicked Witch of the East, the
Munchkins were not allowed many of the pleasures of life. Look around
you. Do you see any Munchkin children?"
"They all look like children to me," Dorothy said.
"They are not children. Some of them -- like those women over there,
who call themselves the Lullabye League -- dress up like children to
make themselves feel better. But there are no children in Munchkin
land, because there has been no sex."
"No sex?"
"None." The Lady turned to the gathering crowd. "The Wicked Witch of
the East is dead," she announced. "The young lady who killed her has
renounced her claim to be your ruler. Therefore, you are now free to
elect your own ruler."
There was a great cheer from the crowd.
"And further, you are released from the orders of the Wicked Witch."
There was a bigger cheer.
"Let the orgy begin!" someone shouted.
Dorothy watched as the crowd of tiny Munchkins scrambled out of their
clothing. Sure enough, the little people were fully developed; their
women had large breasts and bushy pubic patches; the men had
fully-developed penises, and Dorothy noted, healthy erections.
There were some giggles and shrieks as the men chased the women
around; and women chased men. Dorothy watched in interest as they
caught each other, falling to the grass, and fucking in every manner
imaginable.
Dorothy felt her nether parts warming, a trickle of moisture trailing
down one leg.
"I'll bet there'll be a population explosion here in a few months,"
the Lady grinned. She turned to Dorothy. "Is there anything I could
do for you?"
"Can you help me get home? Back to Kansas?" Dorothy asked.
The Lady shook her head. "That's beyond my powers," she said softly.
"The only one who might help you is the Great and Powerful Wizard of
Oz."
"Where's he? Will he just beam in like you did?"
"Hardly. You must go to him. It's a long journey." She looked down
at Dorothy's feet. "But you're barefoot. You'll need a pair of
shoes... and the Munchkin shoes are much too small for you."
She glanced over to the house and smiled. "Of course!" She waved her
wand; the shoes vanished from the pair of legs sticking out from under
the house, and reappeared on Dorothy's feet.
"These should serve," the Lady smiled. "They seem to fit."
Dorothy looked down at her feet. They were now clad in slippers that
looked like they were covered with rubies.
"They're very pretty," Dorothy said. "But they don't go with my
dress."
"Beggars can't be choosers," the Lady grinned.
"Oh! Wait!" Dorothy said. "I've seen this movie." She clicked her
heels together three times, and said, "There's no place like home,
There's no place like home."
Nothing happened.
The Lady looked at her, puzzled. "They're just shoes, Dorothy. Now,
when you're ready, just follow the yellow brick road. It leads to the
great Emerald City, home of the Wizard."
The Lady stepped back onto the lighted pad. She flipped open a
hand-held unit and spoke into it. "Energize."
Her dress vanished; her nude body was visible again, then it too
disappeared in a bright light.
Dorothy stood staring at the spot where she vanished. There was a tug
at her skirt.
"Hey, babe," a voice said behind her. "Wanna fuck?"
Dorothy turned to face him. He stood about even with her waist,
well-proportioned to his size. Her eyes slid down his naked body, and
fixed upon his large, erect cock. Again her body responded, a growing
warmth between her legs.
"Well?" the little man grinned.
Dorothy shrugged. She reached down and pulled her skirt up, and
tugged the gingham pinafore over her head. She stood in front of him,
naked save for her panties and red shoes.
"Magnificent," the little man groaned, his cock bobbing up and down a
little. His hand reached out, his fingertips brushing Dorothy's mound
through her panties. "You're wet," he commented.
Dorothy dropped down to her knees, then bent forward. She leaned
forward to grasp the little man's penis. Her fingers trembled a
little as she held his cock, hard and hot in her hand. She bent
further, and touched her tongue to the tip, tasting him. He tasted a
bit salty. She drew his cock into her mouth, rolling her tongue
around its head.
"Oooh, that feels good," the little man said, softly.
Dorothy sucked gently on his penis as she moved her lips up and down
on the shaft. As she worked on him, she felt a pair of hands on her
hips.
"Hey," the little man said, "I was here first!"
The hands on Dorothy's hips vanished. Dorothy sat back. She looked
at the little man a moment, then took hold of the waistband of her
panties, tugged them down over her hips, then lay back, kicking out of
the panties.
She sat spread-legged on the grass, and motioned for the little man to
move in. He did so quickly, kneeling down between her feet as Dorothy
lay back. She took hold of his cock with her hands and guided the tip
to her open and wet pussy.
"Oh!" she thought, as the little man plunged his penis deeply within
her. "This feels so much better than a frozen hot dog!"
The Munchkin began to stroke; his cock bottoming out against Dorothy's
cervix, and pulling back out, his cockhead rubbing against her clit as
he plunged back in again.
Dorothy began to move with him, matching his strokes, their hips
making a wet, slurping noise as they struck each other.
"NNNNGHHH!" the Munchkin grunted. He pushed deeply inside her as he
came, his cock jerking inside her as his balls emptied themselves
inside her. He lay atop her for a moment, then slid aside, rolling
over beside Dorothy.
Dorothy kissed him lightly on top of his bald little head.
"Next?" a voice from above her. All she could see of the Munchin
standing above her was a massive erection.
Dorothy nodded. The new Munchkin man quickly moved around her into
position, and filled her cunt quickly.
As Dorothy and the Munchkin began to rock in unison, the first
Munchkin rolled away in search of new pussy.
Dorothy rolled them over so that the Munchkin was on his back. She
used her legs to raise and lower herself on the Munchkin's pole, which
was slightly bigger than the one before.
At the bottom of each stroke, she rubbed her clit against the base of
his shaft, until she began to feel the familiar beginnings of her own
orgasm.
Her pussy tightened, there was a grip just under her heart; then the
contractions began. She gripped the Munchkin's cock tightly inside
her, as he grunted and came, his spunk spurting into -- and back out
of her slippery, well-filled cunt.
Dorothy leaned forward as her body shook, covering the Munchkin below
her; and felt a pair of hands grip her hips.
Before she could object, she felt something pressing against her anus,
insistently.. and then she felt her anus open as the new cock slid
into her. She was surprised at how good it felt to have two cocks
inside her. The new Munchkin behind her squeezed up to rest his hips
against her ass, while her asshole relaxed around the intruding
member.
Another Munchkin male approached her, offering his cock to her face.
She took it into her mouth; he pressed it deep into her mouth, until
she felt her airway threatened and pulled back. The Munchkin sensed
how far he could go, and began to fuck her face gently, as she sucked
on the little man's member.
The guy behind her began to move, fucking her asshole. She could feel
the Munchkin under her begin to move again, too, their two cocks
rubbing against each other inside her.
As she fucked the three Munchkins, Dorothy was aware of movement
around her. Several giggling Munchkin women bounced past her, pursued
by equally horny Munchkin men. Her attention was suddenly drawn back
to the cock in her mouth as the Munchkin stopped moving, and his cock
jerked suddenly, filling her mouth with his seed.
He fell backward, rolling off to one side for a moment, recovering,
until a little Munchkin woman squatted down over his face. Dorothy
watched as the male Munchkin's tongue darted out to stroke the female
Munchkin's clit.
She laughed and dashed off; the male Munchkin jumped up and chased
after her.
Dorothy swallowed; the semen had tasted much as she had imagined it
would. She looked around her as the two Munchkins continued to fuck
her asshole and pussy.
Off to her left, six Munchkins had formed a daisy-chain, the males
munching on Munchkin muffs, the females consuming cock. Off to the
right were a pair of female Munchkins, happily engaging in sixty-nine,
while a male Munchkin moved from one to the other, trying to get his
cock into one or another of them.
The Munchkin behind Dorothy grunted, and Dorothy felt a warm sensation
in her ass, as he pumped his semen inside her. He slid back, his cock
popping out of her asshole with an audible pop.
He dashed off; Dorothy never saw his face. She rolled over, allowing
the Munchin under her to get on top. He began to thrust rapidly, and
then grunted, pumping another load into her cunt.
Dorothy sighed as he scrambled to his feet, and began to chase a
giggling Munchkin woman. She sat up and looked around. Munchkins
were fucking all around her, their cries of ecstasy, giggles and
laughs filling the air.
She picked up her dress; it had been stepped on once or twice, but
still fairly clean. She brushed off some grass, and slipped it over
her head.
She retrieved her panties; they had been trampled, and they smelled of
her own pussy juices. She wadded them up, and reached under her skirt
and wiped herself off.
She tossed the dirty panties aside. She whistled for Toto, who was
lying on the ground nearby.
With one glance back toward the Munchkin village, she turned and
stepped out onto the yellow brick road.
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Dorothy walked down the road, over hill and around curves. Toto
followed along behind her.
Her pussy felt well-used; she was a bit sore, since this was the first
time she had actually had a cock inside her. Add to that, she felt a
bit sticky.
She stopped for a moment to look around. She had come to a
crossroads.
The yellow bricks continued to the left and to the right.
"Follow the yellow brick road?" Dorothy mused. "So which way do we
go, Toto?"
"Some folks prefer that way," a voice said behind her.
Dorothy turned quickly. Nobody there. Over in the cornfield, a
scarecrow stood silent, one arm extended to the right.
Continued in part 3...
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