Dorothy rushed back to Aunt Em's trailer as fast as she could.
"She isn't coming yet. Toto - did she hurt you? She tried to, didn't she? Come on, we'll go tell Uncle Henry and Auntie Em!" she said.
Toto tried to hump her arm as she carried him.
"Aunt Em," Dorothy cried out as she burst into the crowded trailer, "Ms. Gulch was holding Toto under her dress and making him…"
"Not now, dear. We have to sort these car stereos and CD's the boys found."
"But Aunt Em, poor Toto couldn't breath in…"
"Don't bother us now, Dorothy. Billy-Bob will be here soon and we have to get a fair price for these things," Uncle Henry said.
"Oh Hunk," Dorothy said, turning her attention to their lock man. "She lured him in by sitting on a bunch of dog biscuits."
"Don't you have any confidence, Dorothy?"
"Sure I do, Hunk," she said, stroking his package. He had a nice package and she touched it whenever no one was looking.
"Well why don't you show it? Your biscuits are every bit as nice as Ms. Gulch. You should have been waving your biscuits under Toto's nose so he wouldn't go sniffing after hers."
"Oh Hunk, you just don't understand," Dorothy said.
"Heck, Dorothy, you're just too shy to stand up to that dyke. If I was you, I'd of stuck my boobs right in her face and said; "Toto ain't licking nobody's twat but mine.""
Dorothy turned, but got tangled in all the wires from the day's booty, and fell face first into Beth's ample breasts. She had to use her nipples as handholds to get up again, and Beth shivered when Dorothy let go.
"Oh Beth," Dorothy said. "I do believe my boobs would have more effect on you than Ms. Gulch."
"Ho, ho," Hick laughed. "I think she got you on that one."
Hick was souping up a White Dragon Vibrator in hopes of creating the world's first endless orgasm machine.
"Why don't you hold this between your legs and stare at Dorothy's tits while I turn it on?" he added.
"You three better stop goofing off and help out," Aunt Em said, "or we won't have enough money to pay those lawyers."
"I'll be able to afford a dream team once I build an endless orgasm machine," Hick said.
"Well don't go committing no murders just yet, O.J.," Aunt Em said.
They were still laughing when Dorothy slammed the screen door of the trailer and went over to the carport.
"They don't understand, Toto," Dorothy said, as her precious little dog wrapped his front legs around her calf.
Settling back into a reclining plastic deck chair, Dorothy clasped her hands behind her head and started to sing.
"Somewhere, over the rainbow, theptqptft…"
She pulled the little bundle of fur off her face and tried again.
"There's a land that I dream of, theptqptft…, damn it, Toto!"
"I'll take that," the sinister voice of Ms. Gulch said and she plucked Toto off Dorothy's face.
"What the fuck's your problem, bitch?" Dorothy said in her sweet little voice.
"No pets are allowed in this trailer park," she said, smugly.
"Aunt Em!" Dorothy screeched.
The whole crew boiled out of the trailer in time to see Ms. Gulch putting a leather studded collar on Toto, along with a leather vest, booties, and a blindfold.
"Kinky," Aunt Em said, but came to herself when she saw how upset Dorothy was. "What do you think you're doing with Dorothy's dog?" "No pets allowed, remember?" Gulch said. "Unless I get to keep it, I'll have the manager over. You don't want the manager snooping around your trailer, do you?"
Aunt Em, Uncle Henry, and the three boosters all took big gulps. "No," they said.
Dorothy stared at her "family" in disbelief. "Your not going to let her do that, are you?"
"She's got the law on her side," Aunt Em said. "But she won't have a leg to stand on once Rex gets back from the vet."
"Won't have much need for your little dog once I get Rex back," Almira Gulch smirked.
Dorothy watched with impotent fury as Ms. Gulch hooked Toto's leash on her reclining deck chair and took her panties off. Once she had arranged herself, and slid her ass down Toto's leash, all that could be seen of Dorothy's dog was an active lump under Ms. Gulch's dress.
"I'm getting my brass knuckles," Dorothy muttered under her breath as she went inside.
She was still searching through her dresser when Toto came slipping and sliding through his doggie-door, trying to keep his footing with the little booties on his feet.
"Toto," Dorothy cried, picking him up and letting him lick her mouth. The smell of Ms. Gulch mingled with his normal dog smells. "We'd better get out of here."
They were less than a mile from the trailer park when they ran across a small Winnebago with "Vote for Bob Marvel" banners all over it. It was the LaSharo model, so of course it was broken down.
"Hey there, sweet thing. Are you going to vote for me?"
"Naw. None of my kin pays much attention to politics. Hell, most of us can't read, much less make an intelligent decision about who to vote for."
"Hell's bells, girl. You're my constitutes, then. Take these sample ballots and tell your family that I'll give each of them twenty bucks if they'll vote for me."
"Can't. I'm running off so they can't take my dog away from me."
"Tell you what. You get them to vote for me, and I'll pass a law so they can't take your dog," Bob Marvel said.
"Cool," Dorothy said, taking the ballots.
"Hurry home," he said. "The weather channel says there's a storm coming.
Dorothy checked the darkening sky, but wasn't worried about it. The massive thunderheads were miles to the north, and heading north-east.
"Look at that," Dorothy told Toto as a huge funnel cloud formed. It was way north, clear over in the next county, so she wasn't too concerned as she made her way past the other trailers. "Where'd everyone go?" she asked when she got home.
The F-5 tornado had been tearing up the cornfields for over a mile, and had dropped down to an F-3 on its way to extinction when it suddenly saw the trailer park. Making a hard right turn, it quickly gained its former strength as it hurried down. It hoped it could get there before any of the other tornadoes spotted the trailer park.
"Oh joy," said the tornado as it flattened everything in sight. "Oh my, look at that."
A foxy looking babe had ducked into a trailer to get away from him. He couldn't believe his luck. He picked the entire trailer up and had the tornadic equivalent of an orgasm as he threw the trailer this way and that. When he finally blew his wad, the force of it threw Dorothy and her trailer clear into another world. The Land of Ooz!
"This sucks," Dorothy said as she surveyed the chaos. Everything in the trailer was busted, and the doors were completely gone.
Stepping outside, she was greeted by an even bigger surprise. She had landed in what looked like an elaborately colorful amusement park. Even more interesting, her trailer was surrounded by a large number of small men with extremely large packages.
"I don't think we're in Kansas anymore," she said, leering at their bulges.
Just then, an executive helicopter landed, and an extremely attractive looking woman in a chiffon evening gown stepped out.
"Are you an honest lawyer, or an evil lawyer," she asked.
"I didn't know there was any such thing as an honest lawyer," Dorothy said.
The beautiful woman scowled at the small men with large packages as they all snickered.
"Why are they snickering?" Dorothy asked.
"Because I'm an honest lawyer. My name is Glenda, honest lawyer of the north," she said.
The snickers turned into full-bodied laughs, and the small men rolled on the ground in mirth. Even Glenda's angry glare could not stop them.
"Anyway," she went on, casting a last glance of annoyance at the small men, "You've rid this land of the Wicked Lawyer of the West by destroying her with that strange building. You are a hero to these people and can demand any sexual favors you wish of them."
"Ah, that's nice," Dorothy, said. "But I don't think she's dead."
From the waist down, the Wicked Lawyer of the West was kicking and squirming in a very lively fashion. Her dress was pinned up under the trailer, along with the rest of her, but her ass jiggled under the ruby-red panties as her bare legs kicked wildly.
Glenda's musical voice joined the small men as they all laughed at this.
"My dear," she said. "Can't you see that liquid seeping out from under the building?"
"Why, yes," Dorothy said.
"That's the stuff from her breast implants. You've popped her boobs. Without big boobs, all females of the west are as good as dead."
"Of course," Dorothy said, feeling foolish. It was just like California in her own world. "But wouldn't men with homosexual tendencies still be interested in her ass?"
Dorothy sat on the thrashing legs to keep them still, and pointed out how attractive the ruby-red clad ass was. Even Dorothy found her ass strangely enticing as she franticly squirmed.
"Not in Ooz," Glenda said. With that, everyone dropped their drawers and turned around.
"Wow!" Dorothy said. It was the finest display of backsides she had ever seen. Every one of them was so perfect that she wanted to touch them.
As if reading her mind, one after another of the small men drew near and let her touch their backsides. She spanked many of these tight buns and had to kiss several others. "A girl could go crazy in a place like this," she said, rubbing her cheek on a particularly smooth derrière.
"Aha!" came a coarse voice. The air had become chill, and all the small men pulled up their pants. "Who destroyed my sister?"
Dorothy could instantly see that this pinch-faced woman frightened those around her, and that this might be a dangerous situation.
"She did it," Dorothy said, pointing at Glenda.
Unfortunately, everyone else was pointing at Dorothy.
"Shit," Dorothy muttered when she saw that even Glenda was pointing at her. "It was an accident," she said. "She was following too close, I signaled, and a deer ran out in front of me."
"We'll see how that holds up in court," the evil lawyer said with a nasty laugh.
