Let’s see, Katnipper brings everyone up to date on what’s happened up until now in this little space after the title. Why doesn’t she just tell everyone to read the first four chapters before starting on number five? The heck with all that recapping stuff, the important thing is that I’m Dorothy, and I’ve taken over the writing of this story. Kat is stuck in Ooz. Her husband, Bill, is passed out right now, so let’s take a peek and see how she’s doing.
“Workers Paradise City is this way, Dorothy,” the scarecrow said.
“I’m not Dorothy, you idiot!” Kat said.
“You’re just suffering from the aftereffects of the coke,” tin man said.
Kat took a quick inventory of her body. Yup, it was the same middle-aged one she’d had yesterday. “Are you blind?” she asked.
“Far from it,” purred the lesbian lioness, licking Kat’s neck.
It made Kat shiver. It also made her marvel at how she got so much tongue back into her mouth without looking like a chipmunk.
“My name is Dorothy,” Kat said, and stopped abruptly. “Dorothy,” she tried again, baffled. Every time she tried to say, “Kat,” it came out, “Dorothy.”
“Dorothy it is,” they all said.
“No, this isn’t right. I’m not Dorothy, I’m Dorothy.”
“Hi, Dorothy,” they all said.
“Arf,” said Toto.
Dorothy/Kat inspected her surroundings with a new eye. She was in deep shit, and she knew it.
“Lioness,” she said, “could you make sure they don’t come near me with those things?” She was pointing to the two large devices attached to the tin man and scarecrow’s groins.
“Does that mean you’re my bitch?” Lioness asked excitedly.
Dorothy/Kat looked at the huge cornstalk cock of the scarecrow, and monster vibrator of the tin man. “Yes,” she said, meekly.
“I’m a dyke,” lioness yelled, and jumped high into the air. She pirouetted, curtsied, and undulated suggestively, then danced in ever widening circles. “I’m a lesbian,” she sang, over and over.
“I thought I was weird,” Dorothy/Kat said, watching the display.
“You want me now, don’t you,” she said in a sultry voice, over her shoulder, as she rubbed her ass on the scarecrow.
“Yes,” said the scarecrow, his cornstalk growing.
“You can’t resist me now, can you,” she said to the tin man, swishing her tail between his legs.
“No,” said the tin man, all his vibrators going.
“Then I’m a challenge to your manhood, and the only thing that can make me a real woman is a good fuck,” she said, and threw herself on the grass.
Dorothy/Kat watched in fascination as scarecrow and tin man accosted her.
“I’d better find a cast iron chastity belt,” Dorothy/Kat muttered as the cowardly lioness yowled with pleasure.
“You’ll need more than that,” cackled the Wicked Lawyer of the East. “I’m sick of everyone helping. It’s time for me to make life miserable for you.”
Rubbing her hands with malicious glee, and with total disregard of the personal lives of her employees, she called an emergency staff meeting.
“I’ll get you, my pretty,” she said as the memos went out.
The Magic Computer Part 4
by Dorothy.
Since it’s going to take a while for the Wicked Lawyer to have her meeting, and Dorothy/Kat is sitting on a log, waiting for her three friends to finish their orgy, I might as well bring you up to date on what’s happening in the real world.
First, forget all that stuff Kat said about her husband. I’ve been cuddling up with him ever since we dumped her in Ooz, and I can tell you that he’s a sweet teddy bear.
My first night in the real world was wonderful. Bill didn’t last as long as the people in Fiction World do, but the stinky smells you have here are such a turn-on that I didn’t mind.
I had a little trouble with him this morning, something about being tired and having to go to work, but I found a whole roll of duct tape under the kitchen sink and used most of it on him. Who needs magic panties when you have duct tape? I discovered something useful if you girls ever have a problem with your guy going soft on you. Tear a strip of duct tape real thin and wind it around the base of his dick. I’ve got him in there on the bed, tied up like a mummy right now, and although he’s so worn out that he can’t breath right, his pecker is still sticking straight up, ready for action. Cool, huh? I’m getting horny just thinking about it. Very horny, as a matter of fact. Got to take care of something, be right back.
I’m back. That was fun. I haven’t been able to get any cum out of him since our third go-around last night, though. His pecker has become ridiculously sensitive too. I can tell by the way he keeps trying to pull it away from me and the way he’s always begging me to stop. It’s so cute to hear a man say, “no more, please,” and stuff like that. In fact, it’s kind of exciting. Real exciting, now that I think of it. Oh hell, this won’t be long, I promise. I’ll be back before you know it.
That sucked. Nothing turns me off as much as a man crying. Where the hell’s his pride? Doesn’t he have any self-respect? I turned him over and gave him a good spanking for it, I can tell you. If he’s going to act like a baby, he’s going to get spanked like one. The spanking part was kind of fun, though. I spotted a nice hairbrush in the bathroom. I’ll have to use that next time so my hand won’t hurt this much.
Oops, someone’s at the door. Oh my God! It’s the UPS man and he’s adorable. I hope I have enough duct tape left. Here, you guys watch Kat in Ooz while I go get him.
Back to the Wizard of Ooz
“Come on, Dorothy. It’s time to go see the Wizard,” said the scarecrow.
Dorothy/Kat glanced over at the city. It looked like a Mormon temple in green. “Why not?” she said, getting up. “Lead the way.”
“No,” said the tin man. “We have to lock arms and dance our way over there.”
“Yeah, I think you’re right,” Dorothy/Kat said. “What the hell, I’ve always loved this story anyway, let’s do it.”
“You're out of the woods You're out of the dark You're out of the night...”
Dorothy/Kat had always liked this musical interlude, wishing there were more to it, so she sang along.
Her companions came to a halt and looked at her funny.
“I was just…” she started.
They shook their heads gravely.
“But…”
“No,” they said, firmly.
“Well, that’s just plain silly,” Dorothy/Kat said, but she kept quiet when the voices started singing again. She just skipped along with the rest of them while Toto kept nipping at their heels.
The gate was large enough to drive a train through, and in the center was a knocker shaped like a man with large, brass balls. The balls hung freely, and were obviously what was used to knock.
Dorothy/Kat couldn’t suppress a smile at the worried expression they’d carved of the doorknocker’s face.
“Thump-thump-thump,” went the knocker-balls on the knocker plate as Dorothy/Kat rapped.
“That is so cool,” Dorothy/Kat said. The knocker-man’s expression had changed from worry to pain. She knocked again.
“Can’t you read the sign?” an angry voice said.
“Oh, hello,” Dorothy/Kat said, spotting the man’s head in a little door that had opened in the big one. “What sign?”
“Why, that sign, of course,” he said, then looked confused. “Wait right here,” he said and closed the door.
He was back in a moment, and handed a sign to the knocker man.
“Please use bell,” said the sign.
“What bell?” Dorothy/Kat asked.
The knocker man pointed.
“Sorry,” she said.
