Chapter 2: Ding! Dong! The Bitch is Dead!

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."