She covertly looked around for exits and places to hide. Somehow, she had to escape that room and get into the rest of the palace. It was unlikely she'd have a chance to kill Scarecrow during the orgy. But she could ambush him afterwards.
So, I have to get away from the orgy, find a torch or some form of fire, and wait to jump Scarecrow, she thought. Easy-peasy. Not. But it's the best I can hope for.
"When does the orgy start?" Dorothy asked as she looked upward at all of the amazing crystal chandeliers. None of them had candles or light bulbs. The light was provided by the very crystals. Oz still didn't have electricity, so magic lit their lives.
"As soon as we arrive," Genna said. "Try to pace yourself as much as the men will allow. Be safe and I'll see you tomorrow."
An elderly bureaucrat with an impressive handlebar mustache took Genna by the hand and led her into the crowd. Dorothy stopped in her tracks and gawked at the line of women before her slowly dissolving into the crowd. Their brief, translucent dresses were coming off left and right. She spotted Eva already on her knees and giving head to a trio of men. Alma was giggling and rubbing herself against a man in a Palace Guard parade uniform. And Nick was standing with his back to a wall while he surveyed the chamber.
"What's your name?" a Quadling man asked. He looked to be in his late thirties or early forties. Dorothy assumed he was a bureaucrat. "I am Jax of His Royal Majesties Treasury."
He lifted her chin with two fingers, moving her face back and forth as he examined her intently. His eyes lingered on her glossy lips. For a second, Dorothy couldn't think or breathe.
"I am Uma, of Nick's brothel," she said when his hands cupped her breasts through the thin cloth. His thumbs quickly strummed her nipples to rock hardness. "I mean… I'm… I'm one of Nick's Naughty Nymphs."
One hand slipped around her neck, deep in her soft hair, and pulled the bow knot loose. She felt her dress loosen immediately, but it was so tightly molded to her body it didn't fall away. For that Dorothy was grateful, but it didn't deter Jax.
"I know the place well," he said. "How long have you been working there? I don't recall seeing you before." He leaned in close, holding her eyes, and gave her a light kiss. "I bet you're the naughtiest of the nymphs."
He spoke politely enough, but Jax was slowly stripping her wisp of a dress off her body as if it was perfectly okay in polite society. Dorothy fought the urge to object. It wasn't her dress, after all. But looking around she saw countless men just ripping the dress off a girl. Maybe it was a thing for Ozian men or something.
"I just started," she lied as he kissed a line down her neck and across her shoulder. Her insides were a tingling white hot mess. Worse, her pussy was throbbing with achy need. "I work in the main parlor, and I'm sure a big, important man like you patronizes one of the VIP parlors."
Dorothy looked around. More than two thirds of the girls were already on their knees or back, giving the most intimate of pleasures to men. Some were getting it from two men at once.
"True. Maybe you'll be deemed worthy of a more refined clientele someday," he replied, eyes locked on her tits. Both hands came up to fondle her firm, young breasts. "You have the best tits."
Jax smothered her boobs with kisses, before motorboating her tits. Dorothy wondered what the Ozians called it, since they didn't know what a motor was, much less a motor boat.
Suddenly, Jax palmed the back of Dorothy's head and pulled her into a deep kiss. She felt a pang of panic. Hookers didn't usually kiss. It wasn't forbidden, but she'd learned it was a much more personal, much more emotional thing than just fucking. The no kissing rule was really to protect the girls' hearts. But when a man pays for a girl, sometimes he takes more than she wants to give. Jax wanted a kiss and he got it.
"Mmm. You're good," he said.
Jax took her by the hand and led Dorothy to a chair pushed up against the wall. He dropped his pants to reveal his erection. Her breath caught, heart racing. She almost asked for money.
"Time for a little ride, Uma," he said.
The bureaucrat sat. Her vagina felt like a burning knot, preparing itself for his invasion. Dorothy was never a prude in bed with her husband, but her true sexual education began in Nick's bed. Every night he taught her a new sex act, a new position, or the joys of a new sex toy. Everything the pimp taught her paraded past her mind's eye, while Jax sucked on her tits and his bold hands explored every inch of her body.
Realization struck her. Nick's been training me, preparing me for today. I wonder if he plans to keep me forever as one of his hooker girls?
The way she was wiggling and giggling, the soft sounds of pleasure bubbling out of her lips, were all things Nick taught her to do. They were the things he forced her to do every night by his masterful manipulation of her body, mind, and emotions. Nick was such a pimp, he might not even realize what he was doing to her.
Tonight is my only chance, she thought. Jax slipped two fingers through her slick folds, plunging deep into her body. Her back bowed, head lolling around. It just felt… Right. If I fail, then I'll spend the rest of my life as Nick's girl.
"Let me take care of you, baby," Dorothy purred, pulling off his fingers.
Dorothy pushed his knees wide and knelt. Wrapping a hand around his cock, she gazed sultrily into his eyes and stroked him to rock hardness. Then she went down on him. Jax gasped and wiggled in the chair. She hummed and sucked, bobbing her head up and down really fast. She took care of Jax just the way Nick taught her.
"Just like that, Uma. Oh yes. Just like that."
"Hmmm," Dorothy hummed, working her tongue as she went down all of the way. With her lips wrapped tightly around the base of his cock, she sucked, hummed, and worked her tongue with all she had. And was promptly rewarded with a mouthful of hot cum. "Mmmmm."
Her head came up and turned to the dais when a fanfare of trumpets sounded. King Scarecrow entered from a side door and walked across the dais. He was attended by Queen Ozma and Glinda. Dorothy gawked at her old friend. She knew Glinda served Scarecrow, but didn't want to believe it. And the former Good Witch of the South was a transformed woman.
Glinda's strawberry blonde mane was big and long, falling down to the small of her back. Her body was spectacular. The tiniest, slinkiest pink and white, off-the-shoulder silk gown barely covered her. Dorothy thought of it as a gown only because it was floor-length. It was cut out on both sides above her well-rounded hips, and then was slit halfway up to her armpits. The slits on the sides were held together with crisscrossing white laces that exposed a lot of skin. The neckline plunged to below her belly button, also with crisscrossing white laces that just emphasized her near nudity. And when Glinda swirled around, Dorothy noticed it had virtually no back, and exposed a lot of butt cleavage.
"Holy Moses," Dorothy whispered.
Jax followed her gaze and nodded. "Yes, Glinda is the most beautiful creature in all of Oz. And the most dangerous."
"So I've heard," she said. "I remember…um… Remember stories my grandpappy told of Glinda long ago. She was beautiful, but much more demure, virtuous, and…chaste."
"Well, that was a long time ago!" Jax laughed. He fished an emerald out of his coat pocket and held it to the bulbous head of his flaccid penis. Dorothy's eyes widened when the gemstone began to glow, and then his cock shimmered in her vision. "There. Fully restored." He wagged his bushy brows at her. "Mount up, Uma."
"Hey now. That's cheating," she said. Looking around, a sense of dread started to grow. "Um, does anyone else here have one of those magical gems?"
"Of course. Everyone is given one for tonight," Jax said. "Glinda created them for us so we can enjoy you young beauties over and over and over again."
"Uh-oh," she said. "It's going to be a long night."
More Iron Brigade and Palace Guard soldiers began coming in through side doors. Dorothy estimated there were five men to every hooker at the moment. That many was brutal enough, but if every one of them could come as many times as they wanted, it might as
well be a hundred to one.
Jax pulled her into his lap when she hesitated. He claimed her lips in a crazy kiss that melted her resolve and made her forget all of her troubles. At least for a moment. When he lifted her up, Dorothy obediently guided his erection to her tingling folds. She got him nestled in nicely, before he released her weight.
"Uggh," she grunted.
His cock felt a lot thicker, and longer, inside her. He wasn't anywhere close to Nick's length and girth, but Jax stretched her little hole out nicely. The bureaucrat started her moving up and down, utilizing the full length of him each time. Soon Dorothy took over, bouncing faster and faster upon his cock.
"You're the best, baby," she gasped out.
Dorothy moaned and groaned as she bounced up and down his member. He played with her jostling tits, kissing, fondling, licking, and rubbing his face all over her perfect pair. She responded profoundly and the sexiest sensations flowed through her overheated body.
"Ooooh, yes. Yes. Yes," she gasped. Her head lolled around as the most amazing sensations rippled through her body. Dorothy clenched her vagina as tight as she could around Jax's cock, thrusting her hips, sliding up and down… "God yes. Yes!"
Jax sucked on one nipple, while he rolled the other between two fingers. Pleasure and pain were just too much. Dorothy felt her body go over the top, and then erupt with powerful waves of pleasure. Jax peaked at the same time, and flooded his womb with his potent seed.
"Oh baby, that's how you do it," she whispered breathlessly. "Oh yes. Do it again."
She really did want him to do her like that again, but it wasn't the main reason she encouraged him. The girls were all paired off, and most of the men and women moved away from her. There were very few men between her and the door. Maybe if Jax kept her occupied a little longer, her path out of there would be open.
I'll just tell them I'm going to the little girls' room, she thought with a grin. No one will suspect a thing.
Once out of the Great Hall of the Valiant, she could sneak around until she found the exit next to the thrones, and then go find a source of fire. Scarecrow would go up in smoke, even if it killed her. His reign of terror had to end.
Jax wrapped her up in his arms, claiming her lips in a deep, passionate kiss. Dorothy's head spun. All thought vanished. Her passion reigned supreme as she kissed back, rubbing her naked body against him. She whimpered softly when his cock deflated inside her.
"Just give me a second," Jax said, pulling out the enchanted emerald again. "Then we can – "
"Hey, Jax!" a Munchkin to his right said.
Dorothy and Jax looked down at the small man. The Munchkin was completely naked. She did a double-take. His cock was huge, and way out of proportion to his skinny little body. Were all Munchkins hung like horses? Despite being fully erect and ready, the little guy looked angrily at Jax.
"You had your fun with the girl," another Munchkin shouted from behind Dorothy.
She glanced at the open door. Only three others stood between her and it. Her escape was almost assured, but…
"Give her to us!" yet another Munchkin said to Jax's left.
They were surrounded by three angry, naked Munchkin men. Dorothy looked from one to the other to the other. Then the one behind her grabbed Dorothy's hair and yanked her off Jax's lap.
She landed on her firm round ass. "Hey!"
The three Munchkins quickly surrounded her. One was a skinny blonde, another a chubby redhead, and the last a bald man. He was the first completely bald man she'd seen in Oz, much less among the Munchkins.
"I'm Bint," the blonde with the leash said.
"I bet you are," she said.
"I'm Pooj," the bald Munchkin said, his chest puffing up.
"No comment."
"I'm Ojo," the redhead said.
"Pleased to meet you all, I'm sure," Dorothy said. "So, what do you guys want to do?"
They grinned evilly at her.
Then Bint forced Dorothy to all fours, and then pushed her head to the floor with his foot. Dorothy hadn't felt that demeaned and disrespected in months. But that little bastard really ticked her off and made her feel pathetic.
"She's ours," Pooj said. "You got a problem with that, mister?"
"I do, but I know the rules. Uma is yours."
"Do I have a say in this?" she asked.
"No!" all three said. "You are our bought and paid for fuck toy, woman. Shut up and do what we say."
She so wanted to correct them. They weren't paying for a damned thing. Her service there was part of Nick's taxes and civic duty.
"Oookay," she said, face heating up. Pooj shoved his whole hand up her pussy. "Uggh! Mercy, masters!"
"No mercy for a cheap whore," Ojo said.
Pooj's fist thrust into her over and over and over. That little bastard fist-fucked the shit out of Dorothy.
"This…ugh…is getting…ooh…out of…aaiiee…control," she gasped out. Then the Munchkin buried his face in her ass crack, and started licking her anus. "Hello!"
His hot, wet tongue slowly loosened her ass up, and then pushed in. At the same time, Pooj's fist pounded her pussy. It was the most intense experience of her life. The only thing keeping her head on the floor was Bint's foot.
"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!" she cried in sync with his fist.
Her body trembled, feeling so hot and sweaty. She kicked her feet, making the toes of her Silver Stilettos go tap-tap-tap. Dorothy's hands clawed at the smooth tile. And that fist continued thrusting into her.
That glorious rush to climax consumed her. Dorothy forgot all else. Achieving orgasm was all she wanted. Her body pulsed and trembled as she built up closer and closer. And then she sighed gustily when Pooj pushed her over the top.
"Yes! Fuck me!" Dorothy screamed. "Fuck me!"
"Woooo hoooo!" Ojo cried. "Three on one time!"
"Huh?"
The foot came off. Dorothy rose up on her knees, sitting back on her legs. She huffed and puffed, fanning her face with a hand. Bint snapped a leash on her collar.
"Heel, slave," he barked, eyes fierce.
The Munchkin turned and walked away. Dorothy was forced to crawl behind him, heeling like a dog. Her face heated up, but she obeyed. Obedience was her lot in life now.
"Where are you taking me?"
"To a table next to the dais," Bint said. "We want our King and benefactor to see how much we appreciate his monthly gift."
"And King Scarecrow is always amused by our wicked antics," Ojo said. "Prepare yourself, Uma. You are about to put on a sex show for King Scarecrow!"
Chapter 31
Dorothy reared up on her knees, coming to a stop. Bint yanked the leash and tried to force her back to all fours. Fear pulsed hot and cold through her mind and body, through her very soul. To put up a fight would draw unwanted attention to her, but what they wanted was beyond the pale.
"Please no," she cried. "I'll do anything but that. Please don't make me put on a sex show for him."
She was face-to-face with them while on her knees. The three of little guys scowled at her, and Bint's face was bright red. Dorothy was sure she could handle them in a fight, as long as no one else entered the fray.
"Don't like King Scarecrow, do you?" Pooj said.
Pausing, as if to consider her answer, she covertly looked for the nearest exit. The Munchkin would definitely give chase if she made a run for it, but would anyone else? There were no obvious guards, though a lot of the Palace Guard and Iron Brigade soldiers were in attendance.
"No, I don't. He's the reason I'm a sex slave now," she said.
Pooj, at least, paused to consider that. She had hope they'd relent for a second. Ojo ended any hope of that.
"Keep crawling, woman," Ojo commanded, and swatted her rump Thwack! "Move!"
That stinger made her freeze. Bint yanked the leash again, and Dorothy found herself on all fours. Pooj pushed her rump with a foot, and she started crawling. The Munchkins calmed down once she became obedient again. Dorothy trembled and p
anted, doom and despair claiming her heart.
"Please, master, don't make me do this. I'll be so good to you all," she begged. "Let's stay here in the back and go crazy on each other. I can make your bodies sing."
"I'm going to make you sing," Pooj said.
He forced two fingers up her pussy as she crawled.
"Oooooo!"
"Ha! Told you," he said.
Dorothy had to crawl all the way to the front of the Great Hall. Scarecrow and Glinda had their heads together in an animated discussion. Ozma looked dazed as she stared off into space. The young beauty wondered what evil spell controlled Ozma.
"Your Majesty!" all three Munchkin's called in unison. "We thank you for the gift we are about to receive!"
The King and Imperial Witch cut eyes at them for half a second, before returning to their private conversation. Dorothy breathed a sigh of relief. She prayed the Munchkins took that brush off to heart and decided against putting on a sex show.
"Let us begin," Oja said. "I get her mouth!"
"What? You're still going to triple-team me?" she asked. "But King Scarecrow doesn't care. He's not even looking."
"He will," Pooj said. "He always does. I want her tight little ass."
"Dibs on her pussy," Bint said. He scowled at his comrades. "Why do I always have to fuck the whores' pussy after Pooj fists it? Next time I get either the mouth or ass first thing."
Bint dropped to the floor and sprawled out comfortably. Ojo took the leash from him and guided Dorothy over the Munchkin bureaucrat. The skinny blonde started by rubbing his face all over her dangling tits, fondling her, and tormenting her nipples. His erection rose up quickly. And the young beauty from Kansas had to impale herself upon his shaft.
"Ooooh, that feels so good," she sighed. "Too good for my own good."
Munchkins might be small, but they weren't small in the right ways. He stretched her little hole out quite sweetly. She thrust her hips, forcing him deeper and deeper. Once Bint was balls deep in her pussy, Dorothy began riding him with relish.
Ojo moved up to her left and pulled her head over with the leash. He kept the leash tight, mildly choking her, and slowly slid his cock into her mouth. Dorothy opened wide, let him in as deep as she could handle, and then began sucking.
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