The Yellow Brick Road

[Graybread]

The Yellow Brick Road, a closed story.




The hot yellow sun beat down on the wide expanse of Kansas farmland this late summer afternoon. Cornfield after cornfield spread across the land dotted with farmhouses and barns. The dust devils swirled and danced as they raced down the dirt road, rustling the leaves on the wilted stocks of corn standing in the fields. A thin layer of gray dust coated everything, giving all the landscape the same drab color. It was late summer, still a month before harvest season, but now was the season of the thunderstorm and the feared Tornado.

Auntie Em stood in the doorway of the dingy farmhouse, wringing her hands in her apron as she eyed the ominous bank of gray clouds, far off to the southeast, through the shimmering waves of heat that rose off the land. The rain would be welcome, it would wash the dust away, but a thunderstorm coming up from Oklahoma this time of year never bode well for the inhabitants of Kansas.

Hunk was pitching hay from the loft when he heard the distant rumbling of thunder. He looked up the dusty dirt road for a sign of Dorothy. He worried she might get caught in the storm but it was still far of in the distance. He spent much of his time thinking about Dorothy and the things he’d like to do with her. He glanced up at the sun realizing she was probably still in the clutches of Miss Gulch, the mean and nasty school marm. He put a fresh piece of straw in his mouth as he went back to work, his thoughts on Dorothy again.

 

[Guest]

Dorothy

“Dorothy Gale !” Miss Gulch’s voice jerked her out of her daydream. “Will you please pay attention? Now, answer the question!”

She had no clue what the old bag had asked and looked around at the others for help but they just grinned at her. “Um, I’m sorry, Miss Gulch, what was the question?”

Just as the wizened old tart was about to speak there was a flash of lightening followed by a deafening clap of thunder. There was a murmur around the class as they all looked out at the darkening sky and Miss Gulch cleared her throat.

“It looks like a bad storm brewing. You children better get home right now.” She said, clapping her hands. The kids all rushed to leave, many just pleased to be leaving school early but others seriously wary of the storm. This was tornado country a no local took those lowering skies lightly.

Dorothy neatly packed her books away and stood to leave, “One moment Miss Gale.” said Miss Gulch in he nasal rasp. “I want you to stay behind.”

“But – the storm, Miss Gulch.” Stammered Dorothy watching her classmates leave and thinking of the long walk home, not wanting to get soaked.

“Never mind that. You have to be taught to pay attention in class!” And she flexed the thin switch she so loved to use. Dorothy obediently held out her hand.

“No!” Miss Gulch said with a thin-lipped smile. “Bend over.” Dorothy swallowed.

“:…b-b-but isn’t that just for the boys?” She felt an add tingle of excitement. Why?

“Do as you’re told, young lady!” And Dorothy bent over, her short plaid dress riding up to expose her little white panties. The switch hissed through the air catching Dorothy’s tight little bottom with a loud crack..

“Ow!” the girl yelped but she felt a flush of strange pleasure. The second and third hits bought tears of pain to her eyes and she was surprised to feel dampness in her panties. Surely she hadn’t wet herself.

“There!” Miss Gulch said, satisfied for the time being but sure Dorothy would be dreaming again soon and there would be yet another opportunity to whip that pert little bottom. “Get off home now, before that storm hits.”

Dorothy rubbed her burning cheeks through her underwear and left the schoolroom hurriedly. The storm was nearly overhead now and looked very ominous. She’d have to hurry.

 

[Remec]

Zeke sat wiping his seemingly always slick forehead with a small rag of a hankerchief he carried around in one of the many pockets of his overalls. He was a big man, not fat necessarily, but strong boned and thickly muscled in his thighs and arms from the heavy labor on the farm. It wasn't backbreaking work, not in the least, but it was enough to break a sweat and put his whole body through its paces.

"Let's see...horses, cows, chickens...," he mused aloud to himself, "looks like just need to feed the pigs and the animals will be done. And just in time from the look of that sky." He stood up and stepped back out into the wind. The breeze that he'd liked earlier that mornin had become a more than steady stream of gusts that carried a combination of a fine mist of water vapor fallen from the ominous clouds overhead and an even finer bit of dust swept from the loose places of the fields, farm buildings, and packed dirt road running in front of it.

He adjusted his overalls, hand idly stroking what remained of his midmorning hardon through the denim. Emily Gale and her niece Dorothy might be hands off to the mere hired help around the Gale farm, but that didn't mean he couldn't put his hands to work on himself while thinking of the pair of them.

Emily had been looking a bit worn and weary of late, but she was still the same beautiful woman beneath the bindings of peasant dress and kitchen apron that Zeke remembered when he was a youth in these parts. How Hank Gale had landed her still amazed him sometimes. And their niece was something nice to look at too.

"Zeke! Where are you? Quit your lolly-gagging and get back to work!"

Zeke shook his head clear of inappropriate thoughts and scooped up his hat and feed bucket. Well, time to be fattening some porkers. Can dream of porking something else later.

He smiled. Dorothy should be home from school soon. Maybe I'll catch sight of her in one of those short smocks she's always wearin'. That'll make for something to dream about, no doubt about it.

 

[Lady_Kit]

Miss Sarah Gulch, School Teacher

Sarah Gulch absently caressed her favorite hickory switch as she watched 18-year-old Dorothy Gale hurry down the road. The wind lifted the short pleated skirt, giving a final tantalizing glimpse of white cotton panties and bare legs before the Dorothy was lost in the growing darkness. This would be the last year she’d have the pert miss in her classroom, under her control, and Sarah was constantly aware of how little time was left. Her desire to have Dorothy was rapidly getting the better of her, today, for example. To caress the nearly bare bottom with her smooth wand of power, the beloved shaft of hickory, with it she controlled her students. Some more than others.

Such a pretty girl you are, Miss Gale. Seeming so innocent, but I know what you are. I’ve seen you looking at the boys, and letting them peer down your tops, or up your short skirts. You’re a very bad girl, and bad girls need to be punished. But don’t you worry, I’ll take care of you. Very good care of you, indeed.

Miss Gulch began to laugh as she tended to the windows and shutters of the schoolhouse. She’d seen the look in Dorothys eyes before she left; pain, humiliation and pleasure. Someday someone should teach Dorothy how to really enjoy a little pain.

Miss Gulch wondered briefly what Dorothy might say to her guardians about the spanking. Perhaps she should visit them and make sure that she comes out in a good light. She had planned to retire to her rooms above the schoolhouse to relieve the ache between her slender thighs, but realized that more important than her personal satisfaction was her professional reputation. Teaching jobs were hard to find, and this one did have a few fringe benefits, like the comfortable place to live, and the exposure to several strong if not overly bright farmhands. As she reviewed all this she tidied her appearance adding a small hat and caped riding coat to her serviceable gray skirt and white blouse. Five minutes later she would be seen cycling in the direction of the Gale farm, cape flying behind her in the wind, and her body bent forward like a Halloween witch upon her broom.

 

[Graybread]

As Hunk stood in the hayloft, he could feel the temperature drop. He looked toward the sky. The clouds were an eerie green as they rolled and boiled in the heavens above him. He’d seen the signs before. It could only mean one thing; a ‘twister’ was on the way. His first concern was Dorothy; he hadn’t seen her come home yet.

“Henry,” he yelled, “I think we got a twister on the way. Anybody seen Dorothy?”

He moved to the ladder and climbed down. He didn’t want to be caught in the loft when the twister showed. He found Henry, Zeke, and Hickory working in the barn.

“I believe we got us a twister coming boys. Anybody seen Dorothy?”

They all replied that they hadn’t seen her, but maybe they should look for her before the storm hit. As they left the barn, they discovered it was too late to search for her. The funnel cloud had already dipped down from the sky and was moving toward the farm.

“Head for the cellar boys,” Henry yelled. “It’s a big un.”

The huge funnel turned black and anger as it moved across the field picking the corn as it went.

They all ran around to the side of the house just as the twister hit the barn lifting it off the ground.

“It’s picking up everything,” Hunk yelled over the sound of the wind. “Chickens and pigs and cows, oh no.”

“Where’s Dorothy,” Auntie Em screamed, “We have to find Dorothy.”

“Aint got time now,” Henry yelled, “everybody in the cellar.”

Henry barely got the door shut and slipped the bar through the handles even as the twister tried to rip it out of his hands. They could feel the house shake above them as they all huddled in the corner.

The twister was ravenous, eating everything in its path, including the house. Everything spun around inside it, as it ate its way across the Kansas prairie. Even the cows were eating the corn as they spun around inside the twister. The chickens tried to roost as the coop came around, and the pigs tried to wallow in the spinning mud.

Higher and higher the house rose, until finally all was quite. The wind was but a whisper now as the house spun back toward the ground.

 

[Guest]

Dorothy

Dorothy forgot the painful heat burning her bottom as she ran hard along the dusty road, huge drops of rain started to fall each drop leaving a small crater in the dust. Then – out of nowhere the wind picked up. It threw the dust into swirls of stinging grit that got into her mouth and eyes.

She heard a familiar bark and Toto appeared out of the dust cloud, he jumped up at her. Dorothy scooped him into her arms and leant into the wind. It was howling now, an eerie sound and she looked back, freezing in horror at the huge black funnel almost on her.

She felt her feet leave the ground and clung desperately to Toto as the wind tried to tear him away. It lifted them into the air; trees and farm machinery flew past then a cow and – Good gracious! – Miss Gulch, pedalling frantically against the wind and hanging on to her hat with one hand.

The last thing she remembered was wondering if Auntie Em and the men had made it to safety.

 

[Lady_Kit]

Arrival in Oz

A strong gust of wind snatched the hat from her head; she laughed as it flew away into the darkened sky. Next went the pins that kept dark shining tresses bound up in a tight bun; released from confinement, her hair blew out behind her in a long raven stream. Looking down, she could see the ground rushing towards her at an alarming rate and she braced herself for impact.

She landed lightly in the courtyard of an imposing stone fortress. Its gray walls nearly blending in against the storm darkened sky above. All activity stopped on her arrival, and like a wave everyone within her sight dropped to their knees.

Like a teacher before an unruly classroom she surveyed those present. Her gaze swept the area, challenging anyone to look upon her with out permission. None dared, she smiled at the evidence of their obedience. She knew that if she chose she could stand here all day and no one would move, but she didn’t have all day to amuse herself.

This storm brings trouble to Oz. Rouse yourselves and be ready when I call!

Without another word, Evermean, Witch of the West, strode into the castle. Her tight flying leathers emphasized her shapely figure; below the curve of her ass, leggings of supple black leather encased her long legs before disappearing into thigh-high boots. From her narrow waist, rose a black brocade bustier embroidered with swirls and designs in gold thread, each stitch part of a powerful spell to weaken her enemies with lust. Her full breasts balanced precariously between remaining hidden behind the black fabric and spilling out for all to see. She was a dangerous witch, practicing all the dark magical arts, and those darkly erotic as well. Woe be it to anyone who feel into her evil clutches. Especially pretty little girls from Kansas and anyone who tries to help her.

OOC: Enter Evermean, the Wicked Witch of the West.

 

[Graybread]

A Narration

Dorothy's arrival in Oz.


The twister had picked up both the house and Dorothy and dropped them in a land of enchantment. A place like no other that anyone in Kansas had ever seen or dreamt about. It was full of brilliant colors, reds and blues and greens, and in the middle of the small town square was the swirling circle of a Yellow Brick Road, that turned and turned until it lead out of the small village. The denizens of the small village, the Munchkins as they were called, were amazed as the drab gray house landed on the village green. They were even more amazed that the house landed on Zelda, the wicked witch of the South.

They looked to Glinda who had been standing there talking with Zelda, the questions on their collective lips.

“What’s this, what’s this, what’s this,” they all said in unison.

And then, a scream from the sky. A girl falling from the clouds to land on the green in front of Glinda and the Muchkins.

 

[Guest]

Dorothy sets out.....

The impact as she hit the ground knocked the breath out of Dorothy and she looked around expecting to see the familiar Kansas landscape. Instead she saw a bright, colourful world and dozens of strange little people staring at her open-mouthed.

She tussled with her skirt that had ridden up her thighs and blushed under the steady gaze of the little people as they drew closer into a tight circle around her.

“Come now Munchkins! Give the child some air!” Came a voice from behind her and Dorothy turned to see the most beautiful lady she’d ever seen.

“W -w-where am I? Stuttered Dorothy struggling to her feet.

“You are in the Wonderful Land of Oz, my dear” Said the lady stroking a strand of hair from Dorothy’s face. “- and you have killed my sister.”

“Oh No!” Cried Dorothy. “I’m so sorry.”

“Oh please. Don’t apologise. We weren’t in the least bit close, besides she was a wicked witch.” Said Glinda putting a sisterly arm around Dorothy’s shoulders and squeezing a little too tight.

Dorothy looked at the feet sticking out from under the fallen house and shuddered, how awful to be squished under a house like that. Her speculation about Zelda’s demise was interrupted as loud singing erupted from the little people.

“Ding dong! The witch I dead
The wicked old witch, the wicked old witch.
Ding dong! The wicked old witch is dead.” They sang in their little Munchkin voices.

They grasped Dorothy’s hand and took her on a dance, skipping around the village green with Glinda looking on, smiling. When the dance had ended Dorothy looked over at the good witch and said. “How do I get to Kansas from here?”

“Well, you’ll have to go to The Emerald City and see the Wizard. He’ll help you.” She bent and removed the red slippers from her sister’s feet. “These are magic ruby slippers, Dorothy. Slip them on and make sure you keep then safe. There are others out there who covet them and will stop at nothing to possess them.”

Dorothy slipped on the shoes – perfect fit, of course. “But how do I get to The Emerald City to find this – wizard?” She asked and was answered by a shout from the Munchkin throng.

“FOLLOW THE YELLOW BRICK ROAD!” and they moved back from crowding her to reveal – sure enough – a road paved with yellow bricks meandering away over the horizon.

Glinda stepped forward. "Dorothy must be tired, munchkins. I'll take her home for a little rest, may be a showere - te refresh her." She took Dorothy's hand in her cool one and drew her along. "come, my dear."

OOC - edited to slow Do's progress down and give her some time with Glinda.

 

[Guest]