Dorothy's Wicked Return
Dorothy hung limply on the St. Andrew's Cross. She huffed and puffed, skin flushed and pussy throbbing after that bitch-taming session. Wicked Witch Tabatha paced around her, stiletto boots clacking loudly in the tiny dungeon chamber. The beautiful farmgirl felt such relief when the witch finally stopped and unbuckled the Bitch-Tamer 2000 from around her hips.
"Don't relax yet, my pretty," Tabatha purred. "I've just begun with you."
Tabatha spoke a few arcane words, swirling a finger in the air amid glowing magic. It looked like a sparkler going off, and when the light faded away there was a bright red rubber ball in her hand instead of the Bitch-Tamer 2000. Dorothy blinked at it, trying to figure out why a rubber ball would have straps attached to it. For the life of her, she couldn't do it.
"I love ball gags," Tabatha said, moving up close again.
"Huh? Gag?" was all she had time to say. The witch forced the ball into her mouth, spreading her teeth wide and stretching out her jaw. Very stressful. The straps wrapped around Dorothy's head like a horse's bridle. She pushed at the red rubber ball with her tongue, but it was strapped down too securely. "Mmmgggh!"
"Exactly!" Tabatha replied, and giggled. She removed the nipple clamps, only to replace them with even tighter clamps that had little silver bells dangling from them. Now every shake of Dorothy's tits made a tinkling sound. "Are we having fun yet?"
Tabatha smirked, loving the look on Dorothy's flushed face. Her lovely blue eyes had rolled up when those new nipple clamps had been put on. The farmgirl's sweat-shiny body was bowed up and her belly was quite obviously quivering. Aftershocks of her last orgasm, or had she climaxed AGAIN with the new nipple clamps?
"Me thinks my pretty pet likes it rough," Tabatha purred, caressing her new plaything's face. The witch yanked that soft brown hair, while kissing and nibbling her pet's neck and shoulders. Dorothy responded with a wanton groan. She writhed and bucked. "Mmm, you respond so sweetly. Who knew you'd love being used and abused so much?"
Tabatha's passion ignited. Soon she was rubbing her naked body all over Dorothy, before she hooked a leg over her slave's hip and rubbed her pussy against the brunette's. The overwhelmed farmgirl moaned and groaned, and then began grinding herself into the witch. The green, raven-haired beauty roughly fondled her pet's large, firm tits, even pulling on the nipple clamps and sending exquisite pain ripping through her. She didn't let up until they both peaked at the same time.
"Oooh-aaggh." Tabatha cried. "I love taming a new pet way too much."
She stepped back, huffing and puffing with a big smile on her face. Her eyes dropped to Dorothy's feet, admiring the ruby stilettos.
"You freely give me your shoes?" she asked.
"Yes," the farmgirl whispered, voice muffled by the gag.
"At long last, they are mine," the Wicked Witch purred, reaching down to Dorothy's right foot. Arcane light flashed, sending a painful jolt into Tabatha's hand and up her arm. "Aaaiieee. Bitch!"
For a long moment, her hand and arm were completely numb and useless. The witch stomped around the chamber, rubbing them and cursing venomously. After a little while feeling slowly returned, feeling all pin-prickly.
"Well now, that's interesting. You are willing to surrender the ruby stilettos, but they are not ready to surrender you."
Tabatha paced around Dorothy, staring at the ruby stilettos. The farmgirl just watched as her captor slowly recovered her wind. Her body had never felt so tingly, or so spent. She worried the witch wasn't through abusing her, whether she got the ruby stilettos off or not.
"Remove her from the cross," Wicked Witch Tabatha commanded.
Two Amazons quickly came forward and untied Dorothy's ankles, and then her wrists. Her knees buckled, and Dorothy dropped to all fours before the witch.
"Nice. That position gives me such wicked thoughts," Tabatha purred. She moved her right foot forward. "Lick it. Kiss it. Make it pretty, or else."
The helpless heroine got a chill from the way her captor said "or else." Then she looked the shiny, black-booted leg up and down. Those boots were the epitome of kinky feminine footwear to the Kansas farmgirl.
"If I do it, will you send me back home to Kansas?"
"Maybe," Tabatha smirked, wagging her brows. "Do it. Now."
The witch's hands began to glow with purple fire. Dorothy's breath caught, and her skin goose-fleshed. She didn't have a choice, so she lowered her lips to the pointy toe of Tabatha's boot. She cut her eyes up, holding the witch's gaze, as she gave a tentative lick. Then another firmer lick, before she lowered her eyes and kissed it. A low moan bubbled up, which even she wasn't sure was sexual or not.
"Yes, you are a good girl. A very good girl," Tabatha purred.
Dorothy licked and kissed, and even rubbed her cheeks against the cool, smooth leather. Her delicate hands stroked and caressed Tabatha's booted foot, enjoying all its curves. She loved the shape and feel of that sky-high, super thin and sexy stiletto heel. The farmgirl moaned and groaned when she ran her hot, wet tongue up that stiletto.
"Eat me, Dorothy," the Wicked Witch of the South commanded.
"Yes, ma'am," she responded breathlessly.
The trembling, tingling brunette licked and caressed her way up Tabatha's thigh-booted leg. She kissed and nibbled the witch's green, satiny skin when she reached the upper thigh. When Tabatha shifted into a wide stance, hands on hips, Dorothy moved front and center.
"Am I a lesbian now?" Dorothy asked, feeling dazed and confused.
She looked on with awe at the witch's beautifully flared hips. There were no sharp angles, just the sweetest well-rounded curves from tiny waist to shapely legs. Tabatha had no pubic hair, and the skin was so silky Dorothy doubted it was shaved. It looked like the witch just couldn't grow any.
Either that, or she used magic to remove it.
Dorothy ran her hands over the witch's hips, before rising up high on her knees and sliding her hands around back to grab two big handfuls of firm butt cheek. Pressing her lips to Tabatha's hot, wet folds, the brunette slowly dragged her nails across those cheeks.
Tabatha groaned wantonly and buried her fingers deep in Dorothy's hair.
"Have you ever fucked a man?"
Dorothy kissed her conqueror's pussy, then gave it a lick, before looking up into Tabatha's triumphant eyes.
"Then you're a lesbian," Tabatha said, grinning wickedly. "My pretty little lesbo sex slave. Make me come hard."
Giving the witch's pussy a firm lick, Dorothy wondered if Tabatha had used magic on her. Was her actions the result of being controlled by magic? Or was she truly a lesbian and eager to be dominated, used, and abused?
"Mmmm," Dorothy moaned, feeling the witch's folds parting. Her tongue plowed deep into that pussy, finding her mistress's slit hot and wet. She hungrily lapped up Tabatha's love juices, body singing as the most wonderful sensations rippled through her. "Mmmmgggh."
The Wicked Witch eagerly ground her pussy into Dorothy's mouth. The farmgirl obeyed her every command, licking and nibbling just the way she liked it.
"I didn't think anyone was a more natural-born sex slave than Glinda, but... Oooooh," Tabatha whispered. "You were made to serve me like this. You are AMAZING."
Tabatha's hands tightened in Dorothy's hair. She ground her pussy even harder into the farmgirl's mouth, loving the way that flickering tongue drove her wild. Then hot tingles flowed out of her loins, down into her thighs and up into her belly.
"Ooooooh, yes!" she cried as perfect pleasure erupted and consumed her shapely body.
Dorothy hungrily lapped up the flood of girl cum, all glassy-eyed and panting when the witch finally released her. Wicked Witch Tabatha watched her newest slave girl kneeling, swaying, eyes closed and lips curled into a blissful smile.
"This is proving a much better endeavor than I anticipated," the green-skinned villainess whispered, still breathless. "Very interesting, indeed."
With that, she stepped back from her prize. A hand signal sent an Amazon hurrying across the room. The warrior woman returned to place a black leather collar in the witch's hand. Tabatha immediately buckled it around Dorothy's slender throat. Then the Amazon handed the witch a five-foot silver chain, which Tabatha fastened to the collar.
"Heel, Dorothy Gale of Kansas," Wicked Witch Tabatha purred, giving the leash a tug. "Let's go find Glinda. It's time you two became better acquainted, while my Court watches, of course."