Dorothea in the Land of AAAAAAAAHHHHHS

DOROTHEA IN THE LAND OF AAAHHHHS
By: Laurie

Dorothea had just put on her favorite brown wig and was beginning to apply her eyeliner when her dressing room suddenly shook and she was hit in the head by a bottle of her favorite Liz Taylor perfume. She fell out of her chair unconscious and unaware that her legs were sprawled apart in a most unlady-like fashion. Her little dog Dildo was thrown into her face.
When Dorothea came to, Dildo was licking her face. She immediately put her legs together and stood up. She was a bit concerned about what happened; more concerned that all her perfume bottles and makeup weren’t ruined; and even more concerned because she had lost a few sequins and beads on her favorite blue dress. Once her fears that her dress didn’t look bad at all, she looked at the clock on the wall. It obviously wasn’t working, but she suspected it was close to show time.
Dorothea sashayed out of her dressing room and ran smack into a rather small person wearing a gold latex cat suit. "Do you see what you just did?" the little person paced frantically back and forth. "Your room has dropped right on the Wicked Switch of the West and my favorite pink flogger! We were just about to start our scene and now you’ve ruined everything!"
Before Dorothea could respond to the odd accusation, she found herself surrounded by an ever-swelling crowd of small people in fetish gear, some wielding implements of torture. "Red!" someone shrieked in a high pitch voice. "Safeword!" called someone else. Five or six people in leather and latex costumes with orange vests made their way through the crowd. "What is the meaning of this?" asked a small but attractive, burly man in leather chaps and a harness half obscured by the orange vest, "you did not RSVP to our party. I must ask you to leave immediately!"
Dorothea was stunned but remained composed. "I would gladly leave. I have a show to put on about now– it’s my Judy Garland act and I hate to disappoint my audience. Can you tell me how to get back home?" The crowd of little people was fuming. "What do you mean show you the way back home?" the man in the leather chaps asked, "You found your way in here, now find your way out before I call the authorities!"
"There’s no need to call the authorities," a very sexy woman in a form fitting electric blue rubber dress and curly red hair said in a soothing but very high voice.
"But look what she did to the Wicked Switch of the West!" the person in the gold cat suit exclaimed, "That’s not the sort of bondage the Wicked Switch is into!" The woman in the blue dress glanced at the ruby red stilettos sticking out from under the building then turned back to Dorothea who was, if possible, more stunned than when she opened the door. "Who are you?" she asked. The woman sweetly said, "I am Glenda the Good Switch of the North. Now, what you need to do is put on the Wicked Switch’s ruby red stilettos and follow the leather clad road to find the Wizard of Ahhs and then you’ll get back to where you belong and we can get back to partying."
Even though the ruby red stilettos didn’t look very good with her dress, Dorothea put them on. She had to admit the Wicked Switch of the West had great taste in shoes.
“But what about Dildo? I can’t leave poor Dildo behind,” Dorothea picked up the shaggy black dog.
“By all means take Dildo with you. This is a human play party; we don’t even permit plushies so real animals are out of the question.”
Dorothea set out on the leather-clad road with her fearless dog Dildo merrily trotting behind her. “Oh Dildo, these damn shoes are killing me!” Dorothea exclaimed about ten minutes after they had set out to seek the Wizard of Ahhs. She was so preoccupied thinking about the blisters forming on her feet that she didn’t notice the person who had stealthily grabbed Dildo before he could so much as yelp to alert his mistress. The stranger quietly tied the dog to a tree just off the leather-clad road and returned to stalk Dorothea. A black leather glove clapped over Dorothea’s mouth and black feathers tickled her nose. “I have you now my pretty and your little dog too!” a deep, husky voice cackled madly as he pulled Dorothea to the ground. It wasn’t until she was pulled down to the ground that Dorothea was able to get a good look at her assailant. He was a burly man with a bushy beard, beaky nose and wearing the largest and most feathery black boa Dorothea had ever seen—quite an accomplishment since she had seen thousands of feather boas. “Get off of me!” Dorothea screamed at the strange man.
“Did I scare you?” the man asked, hiking the blue dress up over Dorothea’s hips.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?! Beat it asshole!”
“That’s no way for a lady to talk, especially in your position.” The man ripped open Dorothea’s expensive silk pantyhose. He sat back on his heels. “Ohhh I see now. You’re not a woman; you just play one on stage.” Dorothea blushed deeply. “Oh well…a cock is as good as a cunt.” The man began working Dorothea’s cock. Whoever he was, Dorothea thought, he was good at what he did. Aw what the hell, she thought to herself. All too soon the man in the feather boa greedily swallowed Dorothea’s come. “Ohhh that was good,” the man said rolling on his back, “Sorry about the hose, man. Let me go get your dog.” Dildo came running madly towards his mistress and began licking her face, relieved all was well. The man in the feather boa stood over them. “I hear you’re off to see the Wizard of Ahhs,”
“Yep,” Dorothea stood up and straightened herself out the best she could. She noticed a couple more beads had come off her dress. She sighed. It was hopeless. "I’m coming along,” the man announced. “Not until you introduce yourself,” Dorothea said.
The man chuckled. “I thought it was obvious. My name is Scarecrow. Can’t you tell? My favorite type of scene is terror play. Maybe if I had more brains I’d really scare you.”
Dorothea and the Scarecrow with Dildo prancing along behind them continued along the leather-clad road for some time until Dorothea sat down and leaned against a silver tree trunk. “I can’t take it anymore. These damn stilettos are killing me.”
“So walk barefoot. The leather will feel good. Dunno why you’ve been holding out so long.” Scarecrow said.
“Try standing around in metal boots for a week straight,” a rather tinny voice said from behind Dorothea. Dorothea realized she hadn’t been leaning against a tree after all. It was a man dressed in metal armor.
“Let me guess,” Dorothea said wryly, “You must be the tin man.”
He nodded, “That’s what they call me. I have a metal fetish…it began with tin foil when I was quite small. My mistress decided to punish me for not being able to satisfy her. Little did I realize, the only reason she left me out in the rain in this suit of armor is so she could run off with the Mayor of Diamond City and get her hands on his vibrator collection.” He sighed, “If I only had a hard-on I wouldn’t be in this mess. Do you have any lube on you? I’m really stiff…in more ways than one.”
Naturally Scarecrow had a bottle of lube in one of his tattered pockets as well as some baby oil. Dorothea oiled the armor joints while Scarecrow unfastened the codpiece. “What a cock!” he exclaimed, “Dorothea needs to have it in the ass!” Dorothea felt bad for Tin Man and offered him a piece of ass. Dorothea wasn’t expecting getting sucked off by Scarecrow at the same time. It’s also safe to assume Scarecrow wasn’t expecting to get his leg humped by Dildo, but with all the testosterone in the air, it should’ve been expected. Try as he might, Tin Man’s eager looking cock just wouldn’t perform. The three ended up napping instead of coming. When they woke up, Dorothea said, “Maybe the Wizard of Aaaahhhs can help. At least he can give you some Viagra or something.”
“Awesome! Then I can get my mistress back!”
“That bitch?” Scarecrow said, “You can do better man. With that cock you’ll have women kneeling at your feet.”
“I’m not much of a switch,” Tin Man said shyly, “I prefer kneeling.”
The leather-clad road led them into a scary dark forest. They hadn’t gone very far when they heard a mighty roar. A lion sprang out of nowhere and Dildo barked furiously at him and began pulling on his leg.
“Do you have any idea how much this outfit cost, dog? Let go! This is real lion leather and fur!”
“Leave Dildo alone!” Dorothea seized her dog. The lion began trembling and soon he started to cry. “I’m sorry,” he said, “I didn’t mean it—please don’t hurt me! RED!” he wailed.
“That man has no spine,” Tin Man commented to Scarecrow.
The lion overheard that comment. “I know. I just get so afraid of women…they can be so—so—“
“Brutal” Scarecrow finished the sentence.
“Yeah what he said.” The lion looked at Dorothea fearfully.
“What the hell, if the Wizard of Aaaahs can help us, he can help you too. Come with us.” The only problem was they had to wait until Dildo had finished humping Lion. “That dog sure has a lot of energy,” Tin Man said, rather jealously.
Eventually Dorothea and her new friends made it to Emerald City. They found a nice cheap motel where they could fuck each other while tin man watched in anguish. “I sure hope the Wizard of Aaaahs can help me out,” he muttered, stroking his cock and wishing he could shoot his load. Even Lion was able to come once Dorothea’s wig came off.
The next day they made their way to the grand emerald covered palace where the Wizard of Ahhs resided. He was preoccupied with Queen Marie Osmond and her consort Donnie.” Ahhhhhhhhh!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHH! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!”
The couple and several lords and ladies were all climaxing again and again. Dorothea watched, feeling like it was time for another romp in bed with Scarecrow and the cowardly lion. “No wonder he’s called the Wizard of Ahhs. I’ve never seen anything like it.”
The purple and green leather clad wizard mercifully let the semi-satiated participants rest while he met with the newcomers. “What can I do for you folks?”
“I want some brains so I can fuck with peoples’ heads,” said Scarecrow.
“I want some Viagra so I can finally get off,” said Tin Man, “and maybe get a new mistress.”
“I want some courage so I can have a good time with men and women,” said Lion.
“I just want to get my ass back home to Vegas and my show with Dildo,” said Dorothea.
“You don’t need brains, Scarecrow,” said the Wizard, “You just need some mentoring from an expert. Donnie over there will be a great mentor for you. Once he got an entire country’s teen population to wear tacky purple socks.”
“That’s pretty scary,” Scarecrow agreed happily.
“And you don’t need Viagra,” he told the Tin Man, “You need some confidence and someone who will appreciate your fetishes and your service. A few days here in Donnie and Marie’s seraglio and you will wish you could rest!”
“As for you, Lion, you just need to get over it. I have a place for you here and in time you won’t be so shy of females. We’ll get you used to ‘em. Their equipment might not be the same, but it’s not bad at all. You’re going to be very popular in that outfit,” the Wizard leered. Lion blushed and everyone noticed the bulge in the tight lion leather outfit.
“Now little lady, as for you and your little dog, that might be a little bit more difficult. Are you an acrobat or contortionist?”
“Not in the least,” Dorothea frowned.
“Hmmm. I’ll tell you what you need to do. While wearing the ruby red stilettos, you need to click your heels three times and say, “There’s no place like home, there’s no place like home, there’s no place like home.”
“That’s not so hard,” Dorothea said relieved.
“I’m not done yet,” said the Wizard of Ahhs, “You have to do that just as you get ready to climax.”
“That still doesn’t sound that hard. Just hard to remember.”
“I’m not done yet. Please stop interrupting me.”
“Sorry.”
“You’re going to have to be upside down as well.”
“How the hell am I going to stay upside down and come?! What do you think I am? Some sort of acrobat?!”
“No, I don’t think you’re some kind of acrobat; you’ve made it very clear that you are neither acrobat nor contortionist. We’ll just have to tie you on to a trapeze and have you fucked. We have plenty of acrobats eager to fuck someone in that position.”
“How did I get myself into this?” Dorothea grumbled, not expecting an answer.
“You crashed your dressing room into the Wicked Switch of the West!” a vaguely familiar midget in a bright purple cat suit and purple socks replied.
“We have no time to lose,” The Wizard said, “We must hurry down the leather clad road and save the Wicked Switch of the West. She’s probably pissed you took your sweet time getting here.”
By the time the Emerald City entourage made it to the dungeon where Dorothea’s dressing room had landed on the Wicked Switch of the West, a padded trapeze had already been set up. Glenda the Good Switch was nominated to be the trapeze sex artist since her sexual prowess was well known by all.
Dorothea couldn’t believe the crowd that had amassed to watch. “I can’t come with an audience!”
“You’ll do fine,” Tin Man reassured her, “You just need a little more confidence!” It was obvious that Queen Marie Osmond’s attentions to the Tin Man in the royal carriage had been successful.
The Wizard of Aaaahs gently tied Dorothea to the trapeze, occasionally fondling her cock so that she’d be ready for Glenda. Dildo was doing his part in trying to encourage his mistress by humping Lion’s leg.
Glenda the Good Switch of the East made her grand entrance wearing a semi-transparent purple and black latex open-crotch teddy and purple black cloak. Everyone applauded as she threw her cloak down at Donnie Osmond’s feet and approached the trapeze where the Wizard was doing a final check on his rope handiwork. Her long legs straddled Dorothea who had shed her blue dress but not her wig.
Glenda’s extremely close proximity made Dorothea forget there was an audience. Fucking upside down wasn’t as bad as Dorothea thought it would be; in fact, it seemed almost like they were fucking in outer space—totally weightless. The rope started chafing Dorothea’s thighs, adding to the excitement. She couldn’t hold back any longer—
“There’s no place like home, There’s no PLACE LIKE HOME! THERE’S NO PLACE LIKE HOME!”
Dorothea came harder than she had ever come in her life. Somewhere in the back of her mind she thought she heard a cheer and a rather pissed off voice saying, “What the hell was that for and what did you do with my red stilettos?” but she was already far away, resting from the most powerful orgasm she had ever known.
When Dorothea awoke and looked at the clock, she realized she still had plenty of time before she had to be on stage. Dildo was sleeping soundly in a corner of the dressing room. Dorothea looked down and saw the ruby red stilettos. She smiled at herself and finally said, “I think I’ll go with a red dress for tonight’s performance.”