Here’s a repost of another witty MarieB classic story from about 4 years ago, and lost when the Board crashed, which I hope you enjoy!
Hugs
Kayla
P.S. I looked for the ‘Final Confrontation’ story between Jenn Peccavi and Marie, posted on the Board before it crashed, but can’t seem to find it on my computer.
Does anyone else perhaps have it saved, and if so, could you please repost?
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THE WIZARD OF OZ - XXX
By MarieB
“Are you a good bitch…..or a bad bitch?” asked Glinda, the Good Witch of the North.
“Look, this is bullshit.” responded Dorothy, the lovely, corn-fed farm girl from Kansas. “I’ve been telling everyone since the tornado blew me to the Land of Oz…..I just want to go home.”
“From what I’ve heard,” admonished Glinda, “the tornado isn’t the only thing that you’ve blown since you got here.”
Behind them, the Scarecrow, the Tin Man and the Cowardly Lion blushed feverishly.
“Never mind that,” said Dorothy, staring at her three friends and licking her lips, “we came all the way across the Land of Oz. Then, when we reach the Emerald City, that horny Wizard of yours tells me I’ve got to see you to find out how to get home. I mean, for criminy sakes, Glinda, we first saw you back in Munchkin Land. Why didn’t you just tell me then?”
“Because you wouldn’t have believed me, dear,” answered Glinda. “You had to find out for yourself.”
“What the fuck?” cried Dorothy. “I didn’t find out nothin’ about getting home. All I found was what it’s like to try to diddle someone who has metal nuts.”
Hearing that, the Tin Man shifted uneasily.
“So?” queried Dorothy. “The Wizard commanded us to kill the Wicked Witch of the West, and we did that. I threw a pail of water that got her all wet, and she melted.”
“She got wet, but it had nothing to do with water,” said Glinda. “It was the sight of your hot young snatch that did it.”
“Yeah, whatever,” said Dorothy. “Anyway, what do I gotta do to get home? Do I tap my ruby slippers together three times?”
“Where did you get that shit idea from?” asked Glinda. “Jeez, what superstitious crapola. No, the only way for you to get home is to defeat me in a catfight.”
Dorothy eyed the Good Witch of the North, sizing her up. The witch was tall and imposing. She wore a flowing gown that made it impossible to tell what kind of figure she possessed. The older woman was elegant and regal…..but was she strong?
“Sleek bitch,” thought Dorothy.
The farm girl looked at her own gingham dress, ankle socks and ruby slippers. She thought of the bra and bloomers she wore underneath. She realized that she was outclassed as far as clothes were concerned, but she believed she might be tougher than the witch. After all, Dorothy’s adolescent body had been hardened by years of baling hay, stacking wood and wrestling male farmhands who were trying to drag her into the barn for a little country lovin’. She was only 15, but she might be able to whale the piss out of this witch.
After all, how tough could Glinda be? All she did was travel around in a magic bubble and sit on her ass in a castle. You don’t exactly develop muscles from that.
Dorothy asked:
“Okay, so if I beat you, I get to go home, right? What happens if I lose?”
”If you lose,” answered Glinda, “we transport your delicious, naked body back to Munchkin Land, where those over-sexed little people will have their way with you as you lay on the road. You might look at it as a Yellow Brick Gang Bang.”
Dorothy looked uncertain.
“I don’t know if…..”
Before she could complete her sentence, Glinda leaped forward and launched a forearm to the young girl’s tit. As Dorothy recoiled from the blow, Glinda slapped her so hard that Dorothy fell on her ass, holding her face and staring fearfully at the witch. Dorothy thought that Glinda looked ponderous in that gown, but she sure could move quickly when she wanted to.
The witch’s previously smiling face was now contorted into a hateful glare as she attempted to kick Dorothy in the face. But here, the gown got in her way and caused the kick to go wide as the farm girl easily rolled to the side. Glinda frowned disgustedly at this and made an angry motion with her magic wand. As she did, the flowing gown was whisked away and replaced by a tight, leather mini-skirt.
This being the year 1939, no one in the crowd of 25,000 onlookers had ever seen anything like that dress. The citizens of Emerald City gasped at the sight of Glinda’s Valkyrie beauty. She was six feet tall and had an angular body, hard and strong. She looked far too imposing for the innocent Kansas girl whom she was fighting.
The Cowardly Lion thought; “Dorothy can’t win this. It’s as if she were fighting a rhinoceros….it’s just imposserous.”
When Dorothy didn’t immediately rise to her feet, Glinda stalked over and tried to impale the young girl with her stiletto-heeled shoes. Dorothy scrambled away just in time and then just barely escaped again when the witch jumped high in the air and attempted to land on the girl with her knees.
Dorothy, realizing that she was in danger, quickly got up and began circling the tall witch. She threw a few jabs at Glinda, but the witch was ready and blocked the punches. She then tried to rush Glinda, but the bigger woman glided nimbly away.
“I’ve got to find a way to get at the gilt-edged bitch,” thought Dorothy.
Stepping over to the Scarecrow, Dorothy reached up his straw ass and recovered a switchblade that she had planted there earlier. She approached Glinda while shifting the knife from one hand to the other. When the witch saw it, she said;
“Yeah, I knew you were a chickenshit asswipe, Dorothy. You need a pigsticker to fight me, huh? How about if I take my magic wand and shove it up your tight little ass?”
But Dorothy had no intention of using the knife on Glinda. She sensed that winning the fight that way would negate the magic that could return her to Kansas. Instead, Dorothy feinted a jab with the blade, and when Glinda backed up, Dorothy suddenly hurled the knife at the hot air balloon that the Wizard had intended to use to take Dorothy back to Kansas. The blade punctured a good-sized hole in the balloon, releasing a blast of helium that overwhelmed everyone standing nearby. Prepared for the gust, Dorothy held her ground but saw that the rushing air had blown away her dress and undergarments, leaving her standing there wearing only her socks and ruby slippers. Glinda was knocked off balance; the blast blowing everything off her body except for her stiletto heels.
Unfortunately, the burst of helium completely disintegrated the Scarecrow, scattering his scraggly ass to all four corners of the globe.
“Oh, Scarecrow,” wailed Dorothy, “I think I’ll miss you most of all.”
