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

by Warren Thomas

  Chapter 6

  The round stone chamber glowed with luminous purple, pink, and blue tendrils, as well as sparks of magic. Glinda knelt beside a blood red glowing pentacle, chanting and swaying as she cast her spells. Magical winds lifted locks of her long silky hair, making it dance around her. Her thin, translucent white silk robes also floated around her sweaty, gleaming body.

  Glinda groaned wantonly. It felt amazing to have that much power pulsing through her body. The spells it took to follow every ley line vibrated within her core, stimulating her in ways she'd learned to love over the centuries. Of course, since her subjugation by Scarecrow, which stripped away all of her inhibitions, she'd learned to enjoy baser sensations a lot more.

  She reached the end of the last ley line. "Nothing."

  Glinda relaxed with a sigh. The magic faded, as did the bright colored lights. Within seconds the chamber cooled, the night breezed cold on her sweaty flesh. She licked her lips, swallowed hard, and took a deep breath. Then she lifted an open palm to her lips.

  "To my master," she whispered, and a pink bubble appeared to rest lightly in her hand. "Scarecrow, I have searched all of the ley lines and didn't find her. The Silver Shoes are definitely hiding her from us. But it is not all bad news, my lord. I have determined Dorothy is north of us. I will send out bulletins to all of our garrisons and local leaders to keep an eye out for her."

  The Witch blew the bubble off her hand, and it drifted on the breeze a second, before zipping out an open window. Scarecrow would receive her message within a few minutes. Nothing would stop the enchanted bubble from delivering her message. It could even pass through stone walls.

  "Bulletin to all posts, civil and military," she whispered, and another bubble appeared. "Be on the lookout for a dangerous criminal. Dorothy Gale. She is a dark-haired human woman, very dangerous. The only distinctive thing about her will be silver shoes. Look for anyone wearing silver shoes. Remove the shoes from her feet first thing. Alert me the moment you have her in custody."

  When Glinda blew the bubble off her palm, it exploded into hundreds of bubbles. They bobbed around the chamber a moment, and then began streaming out through all open windows. She smiled. Dorothy couldn't escape her magic. Within the hour every soldier and civilian official would be looking for her.

  A green bubble came in through the window a few moments later. It burst when she turned to regard it, and Scarecrow's voice came out.

  "Very good. Attend me once you send out the bulletin. I'm in the throne room."

  His command caused heat to flush through her. The Wizard's dark magic was impossible to resist. A soft cry escaped her lips, as the Witch's head rolled back and her back bowed. Her delicate hands curled into fists as she struggled to regain her composure. That simple command set her insides on fire, melting her sex and making her eager to please.

  Glinda loved-hated her master so much.

  "He is so powerful," she whispered.

  Memories of that night, sixty-five years back, came unbidden. Scarecrow, the reigning Wizard of Oz, had summoned her from her palace in the Quadling Country. She answered his summons without a second thought, what with him being a good and just ruler, and a close friend. He frequently called on her for advice, so she had no reason to worry.

  But she should have been very afraid.

  Upon her arrival, she offered her hand to be kissed. He always seemed to enjoy that courtesy as much as she did, only Scarecrow jerked her up against him, yanked her head back by her hair to expose her throat, and sank long, sharp fangs into her neck. His dark magic flowed into her, corrupted her body and soul. Before she knew it, Glinda was kneeling before her old friend and begging to serve him.

  Scarecrow had subjugated her. He owned her body and soul.

  For sixty-five long years she'd served Scarecrow obediently, with her magic by day and her body by night. She was forced to give her hand maidens, the hundred most beautiful young women in the land, to his ministers, generals, and other officers as slaves.

  One day he will pay dearly for what he did to me and mine, she thought, baby blues narrowing. But for now, I am his to command.

  Glinda picked up her ivory wand. She drew a rune in the air, and then tapped the top of her head. The wispy white silk vanished, replaced by an even sexier wisp of silk. The bustier was black lace, with garters dropping down to hold up black silk hose. A pair of shiny black stiletto pumps covered her feet. A couple more snaps of the fingers, and sparkling diamonds and rubies appeared at ears, throat, and wrists.

  Walking over to the stairs, she stepped onto a small rug. With another twirl of the wand, the rug lifted off the floor and started flying down the stairs. Glinda barely paid attention. The flying carpet knew where to go. She passed the time checking her hair, makeup, and nails. So she barely noticed the opulent décor when she flew out of the stairwell and headed to the other side of the palace.

  Courtiers and government officials bowed at her approach, and stayed down until after she was well past. Even though she was Scarecrow's absolute slave, the Witch was still the second most powerful person in the Empire. If anything happened to the Wizard of Oz, Glinda the Witch would succeed him.

  All the more reason to get my hands on Dorothy's shoes.

  She wouldn't make the same mistakes as Elka, long dead Wicked Witch of the West. Even though Dorothy accidently killed Elka with water, the farmgirl had a knack for doing just the right thing to get herself out of a bind. Water wasn't a danger to Glinda, or any other witch, but had been the one true danger to Elka.

  Of course, Elka had tried to take the Silver Shoes from Dorothy and failed. Their magic was too powerful, and automatically defended her from magic. Okay, the shoe's magical defense was far from perfect, but no magic-user could remove the shoes against her will.

  "If our minions cannot separate her from the shoes," Glinda muttered as she rounded a corner and the doors into the throne room appeared. There was some doubt that anyone could remove the Silver Shoes, the exception being the wearer. "Then I'll have to kill her. The shoes aren't loyal to the dead."

  The throne room doors swung open at her approach. The flying carpet came to a stop just outside the doors. She stepped off and struck a sassy strut inside. King Scarecrow sat upon his ornate gold and emerald throne, atop a dais five steps above the floor. He was surrounded by a dozen beautiful women, all naked save for stilettos and jewelry. A few were still huffing and puffing from their efforts to please him.

  A path opened as she approached the dais. Scarecrow liked an audience when he used and debased the captured wives and daughters of his enemies. He especially liked everyone to watch him bang the crap out of the most power Witch in all of Oz, the former Good Witch of the South, Glinda.

  The strawberry blonde Witch stopped just short of the dais, dropped to her knees, spread her knees wide, and bowed her head submissively. The courtiers and ministers stirred, sounding their approval. Despite the humiliation that boiled just below the surface, she felt her insides turn into a hot mess. Her sex clenched tight, and started to ache.

  "You called, master?"

  "I did," he said. "Witch. Would you be so kind as to show us all your amazing tongue magic, applied to my dick?"

  He, of course, had to pick the most submissive, most humiliating act. Even so, something stirred within. Over the decades she'd developed a sick love of being humiliated like that. She could see the desire in the eyes of the audience. They all wanted her so badly it hurt, and she always did her best to put on an arousing performance to give them all blue balls.

  "It will be my pleasure, master," she purred, mouth beginning to water as she started crawling up the steps.

  Chapter 7

  "Shhhh." Dorothy giggled, leading the soldier up the stairs. "Don't make a scene, Fredder."

  Technically, the Ozian soldier had already made a scene down in the common room. In front of God and the world, he stood up in the middle of the room, kissed her long and passionately, and then led Dorothy to the s
tairs by the hand. Every single person in the common room watched them. It was so humiliating, and so exciting at the same time.

  "I've never been this bad before," she said. "I've always been a good girl."

  "You're not just good, Silver," he said. Fredder pulled her back into his strong arms. "You're the best."

  He claimed her lips again, pushed her back against the wall, and opened her mouth with his. Their tongues danced, and their hands roamed. One of his hands slipped under her shorts for a big handful of bare butt cheek, but she barely noticed since the other hand was fondling a tit.

  Dorothy could feel her wits slipping away, even as the heat inside grew and grew. Her sex throbbed, so hungry for satisfaction. She writhed against the wall as his lips explored her lips, neck, and shoulders. The hand down her shorts slipped over into her butt crack, his fingertips sliding across her anus and sending a sexy jolt up into her body.

  "Oh baby," she gasped out. "You're making me crazy."

  Fredder untied her shirt, and then pushed her sports bra up above her breasts. He smothered her boobs with kisses, his whiskers scraping painfully across the silky smooth skin.

  "Oh God yes," she cried softly when he pinched and rolled a hard, erect nipple.

  She tried to remember the last time she had sex. Had it been thirty, forty years? Maybe longer?

  One of the Uzis banged against the wall.

  "Oh," she cried, a fear of one of her weapons firing unexpectedly, rattling the young beauty. "Oh my, here we are making a scene again. Hurry, my room's not far."

  "What are these…things?"

  "Good luck charms," she said. "They are big mojo, baby. They protect innocent young things like me from big brutes like you, so you can't take unfair advantage of my pure innocence."

  "They don't work very well, do they?"

  "Not at the moment."

  Dorothy giggled, gave him a quick peck on the cheek, and ducked out of his grasp. Taking him by the hand, she backed up the stairs. They were almost to the top anyway, so she quickly got him into her room. She immediately divested herself of both Uzis and pistols.

  Fredder grabbed her before she could strip. He'd already taken off his tunic. His chest was smooth and muscular, and so hot to the touch. She offered her lips, and he eagerly accepted her generous offer.

  Moaning and groaning, they kissed, nibbled, and snuggled as each fumbled with the other's clothes. Dorothy managed to get him stripped down to just his boots, while she was still wearing her shorts and stilettos.

  "Hey now, the nothing but shoes look only works for girls," she teased, pushing him back upon the bed. Dorothy quickly yanked off his dirty boots. "Better."

  She gave him a little wiggle and giggle dance, before slowly peeling off her short-shorts. She left the shoes on after he gave them a sexy look that made his cock stand at attention. So she made him scoot up into the middle of the bed, before she sensually crawled up over him.

  "Mmmm," she moaned, kissing, licking, and nibbling her way slowly up his powerful legs. Fredder squirmed and gasped, watching her intently. "You are such a magnificent man."

  "Not as magnificent as your feminine charms," he replied. His eyes widened when she reached his crotch and wrapped a delicate hand around his rock hard shaft. "God, woman, you are so sexy."

  "Oh, baby, baby," she purred, and then kissed the head of his dick. She caught and held his eyes. "I'm going to make you scream my name."

  Dorothy rolled her hot, wet tongue around and around his sensitive penis tip, and even teased the piss hole with the tip of her tongue. She loved the way he gasped and cried out, while jerking and jumping. Such a sensitive man.

  Her late husband had been just as sensitive, and loved being tormented like that. So she gave Fredder the best head ever, before opening wide and going down on him. Dorothy fondled his big, hairy balls while bobbing up and down his shaft, sucking and working her tongue the whole time. Fredder gasped and squirmed, burying his fingers deep in her long brown hair.

  When she felt his cock swell, Dorothy knew he was about to blow. So she tried to pull off. Fredder wasn't having it, and palmed the back of her head and forced her all the way back down. Before she knew it, the young beauty's lips were wrapped around the base of his cock, eyes wide in surprise.

  "Ahhh," Fredder cried, releasing a mouthful and then some of hot seed. "Swallow it, Silver. Every drop."

  Dorothy swallowed.

  After he released her head, Dorothy sat back on his legs and gave him a disapproving look. It was hard to be mad at the man. He looked so damned happy and satisfied. Even her dramatic sigh failed to diminish his joy.

  "You're a pig," she said.

  "So I've been told," Fredder said, winking at her. "Over and over and over again."

  She wrapped a hand around his cock, and started stroking. "How much time do I have to enjoy myself?"

  "I can stay hard all night long for you, baby," he said.

  "Good answer."

  The beautiful brunette began kissing and nibbling her way up his body, hands touching him, marveling at this rock hard body. He was such a powerful man. She'd never slept with anyone that muscular and physically powerful. It was more of a thrill than she ever dreamed it would be.

  "Where are you from, Fredder?" Dorothy asked. "Winkie Country?"

  "No. I'm Ozian as pure as we come."

  "So you're from Emerald City?"

  "Well, actually I'm from a small village near the border with Quadling Country, but it has always been firmly under the control of Emerald City," he said. "But then, King Scarecrow rules every land now. The Ozian Empire is great and power, like the Wizard himself."

  "Wow, that's impressive," she said, now snuggled up to kiss and nibble his neck. His bold hands were roaming her body, making her skin tingle and other things, too. Then both hands grabbed her butt and squeezed firmly. "Oh yes." One hand slipped down between her wide-spread legs, and started stroking her slick folds. "Oooooh."

  Dorothy struggled. His pussy strokes quickly evolved into firm circles around her increasingly sensitive, throbbing pussy. The smirk on his face said he knew exactly what he was doing to her body, mind, and emotions. But she had a task to perform first.

  "I'm… I'm…a visitor…oooh…to your nation," she gasped out. "I've heard…heard so much about Oz and your…ooooh, yes…your great and powerful Wizard. Is it true he is really just a real scarecrow?"

  "Yes," Fredder said. He rolled Dorothy over onto her back, and lay beside her as he continued to masturbate her from a better angle. At the same time, he kissed and sucked on her erect nipples. "But he found magic, and has since made himself mostly human."

  "Mostly?"

  Fredder shrugged. "That's what I heard. I don't know exactly what it means."

  A finger slipped between her folds, plunging in deep inside the gasping beauty. She cried out, back bowing. A second finger joined the first, both pumping in and out while his thumb pressed against her clit and rubbed even harder.

  Dorothy looked incredulously at him. No one's ever done that. Her entire body trembled as he pushed her closer and closer to nirvana.

  "Do you serve one of his great generals, Lion or Tin Woodman?"

  "Wow. I haven't heard those names since history class back in my school days," Fredder replied. "Lion broke with the King first, taking up with the slut Witch of the North, Locasta, and carving out his own little kingdom. I don't know what happened to Tin Woodman, but his Iron Brigade of tin men still serves the Wizard loyally."

  Dorothy wanted to know more, but his hand was driving her mad. Her vagina clamped down around his fingers, and she felt that rush to climax begin. Her back bowed, head rocking back and forth, Dorothy screamed as her body exploded with the most insane pleasure imaginable. Fredder laughed and held her down as she bucked and writhed.

  "Oooh, baby, that was the best," she whispered breathlessly.

  Dorothy was too exhausted to object when the soldier rolled atop her, forcing her legs wider. Still huffing and pu
ffing, belly quivering with the aftershocks of orgasm, she watched her lover guide his erection straight into her throbbing pussy.

  "That's not going to fit," she whispered.

  Her vagina remained clamped down tight after her orgasm. It would take a while for it to relax. Fredder didn't seem interested in waiting. She watched his helmet-shaped penis head push into and vanish inside her, and then he thrust hard and deep.

  "Uggh!" she cried.

  "Did that hurt?"

  "Yes," she groaned. He was huge, and stretched her out beyond anything she'd ever known. "Don't stop."

  "I thought you said it hurt?"

  "It hurts good," Dorothy said. Her arms and legs wrapped around him, and she dragged her nails across his back to make his back bow. "Keep going. Fuck me, baby."

  "Yes. You're a wild one, Silver," he said and began thrusting.

  Fredder was good. He was more than good. That soldier used his cock to perfection, thrusting its full length and breadth into her, not just small fast thrusts. It wasn't long before he had her grunting and crying out with every long, deep thrust.

  The soldier held her down on the bed as he took his pleasure of her tight young body. Dorothy was delirious with pleasure. In all of her life, it had rarely been more than a snuggle, a suck, and the Deed. And then it was over. Oh, on their anniversary or his birthday, she'd do all kinds of kinky things like lick him all over, or they would do it doggie-style or something. She had performed most sex acts, but not more than two in a night.

  "Oh Fredder!" she cried when that rush to climax hit her again. "Oh baby. Oh Fredder! Fredder!"

  He suddenly thrust all of the way in and held it. She felt warmth rushing into her, knowing he was filling her with his seed. That pushed her over the top, and pure pleasure erupted deep within. Dorothy bucked and writhed, crying out, "FREDDER!"

  "Ha," he said, looking so self-satisfied. "I made you scream my name."

  Chapter 8

  Bluish-gray bubbles began returning. King Scarecrow's show of power was long over, and he was discussing the next campaign against Lion's army. That army of fierce shifters had proven too much for the Ozian Royal Army so far, since each shifter had proven equal to three Ozian soldiers.