Chapter 9: Climax in the Witch's Castle

"I am bound by magic to the Wicked Witch. I must follow her commands, as long as she holds the Magic Cap. So I've got to take you to her, since that is what she commanded me to do."

Dorothy nodded. "I understand."

"But that doesn't keep me from telling you her secrets -- as long as you promise to steal for me the Magic Cap."

Dorothy smiled and nodded. "I'll help you. Just tell me what I have to do."

The Tin Man looked down. He was hanging upside down from the limb of a tree. He went through a check list, flexing his wrists and ankles, and hearing a rusty creak each time, he knew he was still in one piece. At least the monkeys hadn't pulled him apart as they had the Scarecrow.

He looked again at the straw scattered on the ground and shook his head. A tear formed in his eye as he began to sob.

"Hey, up there!" A voice from the ground shouted.

The Tin Man looked around.

"Hey!" The voice again.

The Tin Man squinted. Over there -- beside the rock. There was the Scarecrow's head. And the mouth was moving!

"Scarecrow!" Tin Man shouted. "Are you all right?"

"You can ask that? You can see I'm scattered over half the forest!" The Scarecrow scowled. "Get your tin butt down here and help me out!"

The Tin Man looked up at his feet, and tried to figure out how his legs were tangled around the branch. "All right," he said, breathlessly. "Just as soon as I..."

He moved one leg, just slightly. But just enough to loosen himself. He slid off the branch and fell to the ground below. He rolled over onto his back.

"Tin Man?" The Scarecrow called.

"Be right there," Tin Man finally moaned. He pushed himself to his feet, and glanced down at himself. There was a deep dent in his groin, next to the door where his penis was contained. He tried the catch, but it was jammed.

"Damn," he muttered. "I can't even take it out to piss."

He began to gather the scattered straw and pieces to the Scarecrow's body.

The Monkey King spoke in a low, ernest voice.

"I've been in servitude to the Wicked Witch of the West ever since she stole the Magic Cap from her cousin Glinda."

"Glinda?"

"The Good Witch of the North."

"Oh. I didn't know her name. I only met her the once."

The King nodded. "Anyway, the Witch has two secrets. The first one is that she's queer."

"A lesbian?"

"Yeah. But that's complicated by the fact that witches can only gain and keep youth and beauty through orgasm. They must be brought to orgasm, then drink human semen, to remain young and beautiful."

"And the Witch of the West?"

"Oh, she uses a dildo. It's about this long," he held his hands apart about a foot, "and it buzzes. Sometimes she straps it inside her, and walks around with it, just buzzing." He shook his head. "But she never comes. She keeps looking for ways to make herself come."

The Monkey King scowled, thinking.

"Then there's the matter of the human semen to drink afterwards. Monkey spunk won't do it -- god knows she's tried to suck me dry. Even when I couldn't quite get it up looking at her."

The King looked over at Dorothy, sitting naked across from him.

"And speaking of monkey spunk, I think I'd better take you over to the creek to freshen up." He stood up, picked up Dorothy's dress, then wrapped his arms around her and spread his wings. "It's quicker to fly, I think," he said, and took off, heading for a clear, winding creek.

The Tin Man stuffed as much straw as he could find into the Scarecrow's clothes, then filled the rest with fallen leaves. He pinned together the shirt and trousers, and set the Scarecrow's head in place. Instantly, the body came back to life, and the Scarecrow jumped up and danced around.

"By golly, that feels better," the Scarcrow crowed.

Suddenly, he stopped, and felt at his crotch. "You forgot my corncob!"

The Tin Man shook his head. "I couldn't find it."

The Scarecrow shook his head slowly. "Damn. Well, let's see if we can find the Lion."

Dorothy washed herself off in the clear water, and using the stream as a mirror, she straightened her hair, retying her pigtails. She stepped back from the water, still naked except for her ruby slippers, and walked over to the Monkey King. He handed her dress back to her.

"I guess you know I hate to see you put that back on," he grinned.

"All good things,..." she shrugged, and put the dress over her head.

"Now," the King said, "Don't forget what we planned..."

"I won't," Dorothy said. "I'm thirsty -- is this water good to drink?"

The Wicked Witch adjusted the strapping holding the dildo inside her cunt. She switched on the vibrator, and it emitted a low buzz. She wrapped her black dress around her greenish skin. She donned her pointed hat, and stared at herself in a cracked mirror.

"Damn you, Glinda!" she muttered. "I'll find a way, yet!"

There was a tap at the door. The Witch stomped over to the door and pulled it open. The soldier at the door stepped back. "The Monkey King has returned," he reported, crisply.

"And the Girl?"

"He has her."

The Witch nodded. The soldier stepped aside, and the Witch stomped past him. He listened for, and heard, a muffled buzzing coming from her. Stifling a smile, he followed her.

The Tin Man stopped. He put out an arm, stopping the Scarecrow. He motioned for silence, then pointed. There, behind a tree and a rock, was a long, brown tail.

Silently, the two tiptoed up to the rock. The Tin Man lifted his foot, and brought it down hard on the tail.

With a howl, the Lion jumped out from behind the tree. He looked at the other two, then collapsed into a sobbing heap. "Where's Dorothy?"

"We think she's in the castle. Come on, we've got to rescue her," the Scarecrow explained.

"You two go ahead," the Lion sobbed. "I'll wait for you here."

The braver two lifted the Lion to his feet, and they headed wordlessly toward the castle.

"Ah, yes, my pretty," the Wicked Witch cackled. "You're going to be of aid to me."

"Oh, really?" Dorothy asked.

The Witch nodded. "You are going to help me regain my youth and beauty."

Dorothy pretended puzzlement. "How am I going to do that?"

"First, you are going to get me some human male sperm."

Dorothy's brow furrowed. "Do what?"

"My soldiers cannot stand the sight of me. They all are rendered impotent around me. So I can't get anything out of them. But you -- you're so young, so pretty -- for you, they can and will perform."