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Rise of the empress Gale	By : fenrir Category: S through Z > Wizard of Oz, The Views: 6300 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Rise of the empress Gale
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Got this idea from a smoking hot drawing of the wicked witch. Along with seeing the trailer for Oz the great and powerful.

In the western most region of the land of OZ rested a mighty castle. Larger than some cities. Carved from an entire mountain of black stone. While every opening gave out a sickly green light. While bon fires and torches burned with green flame. The skies above where eternally dark with storm clouds. The mighty structure sent fear into the hearts of the bravest men. Not just for its imposing aura and sense of doom. But for the person that dwelled within and called the place home. For this was the home of the most feared being in all of OZ the so called wicked witch of the west Morgana. None who faced her save two ever lived to tell the tale. Yet all that was about to change. As the key to her ruling all of Oz had just been captured.
In the highest most fortified tower of the castle was a richly decorated throne room. Ancient tapestries lined with jewels covered the walls. While in the center of the room was a massive crystal ball. Six feet in diameter it had the power to show anything going on in the land of Oz. While placed not far away from it was a massive throne. Made from solid onyx it was carved to resemble a giant dragon’s head with their mouth open. The teeth where solid rubies, while the eyes were emeralds. While the seat was in the dragons mouth. It was there that thick cushions made the seat luxurious. As it was almost a bed in size and grandeur. It was in this throne that the most feared being in all of OZ sat. As the key to victory was now within her grasp.
Sitting in her throne with her legs crossed Morgana was a true sight to behold. Standing at just under six feet tall she was a woman with generous curves. Dressed in black leather boots that went up to her knees, leaving her long full muscular legs exposed. While she was dressed in a black silk dress that clung to her body and left nothing to the imagination. As the dress dipped past her neckline and stopped just below her navel. While two slits on the side revealed her legs completely. The rich silk almost looked painted on her. Her full legs led to wide flawless hips and a very well-endowed backside. While her plat toned stomach had a slender yet defined six pack. While her breasts were easily f cups. That seemed to defy gravity. Her face was slender with the look of an aristocrat. Her full lips were in a natural pout with black lipstick. While her midnight black hair was in a spiky pixie cut. Hidden under a three foot wide brimmed pointed hat. While a pair of black silk gloves covered her forearms. The only thing that would stop one from falling in love at her at first sight was her skin. As it was a dark olive green. That seemed to be enhanced by the dark colors around her. This woman greatly differed from the deformed old crone people saw when she left the castle. As the crone persona was merely a told to instill terror into her victims. With red eyes she looked into her crystal ball with amusement. As she watched the key to her victory was placed in one of her special cells.
Looking into her crystal ball Morgana studied the cause of her victory. A young woman in her early twenties she knew came from the world beyond. The manner of her arrival had slain her older sister the Witch of the east. While her powers were infuse into her solid ruby shoes. Eternal proof of how vain the woman was. When she had arrived to claim them as was her right as family. She found them already claimed by her sister’s apparent slayer. When she tried to take them she couldn’t touch them. As apparently the girl herself had latent powers. Powers that could make her a threat or the key to victory. When she found out she was heading to the one man ever to face her and live the infuriating OZ. Lord of the emerald city. Fortunately her agents captured her while at the same time destroying the last of the lions a straw golem and a tin soldier. They per her orders captured her unharmed. Yet as she looked at her threw the crystal ball she had to admit the woman was attractive. Standing just shorter then herself. The woman named Dorothy had long brown hair that ran halfway down her back. While her face was soft yet filled with fear at the moment. While her body had an hourglass figure. With no sign of fat with some muscle. Gained from growing up on a farm. She was dressed only in her white lace underwear and white leg stockings. As her troops had stripped her in case of concealed weapons. The ruby slippers that were the source of her obsession shined even in the dark of her cell. Her perky double d cup breasts seemed to fight for freedom against the white lace. As her perky toned ass nearly tore the lace panties from strain. While she nervously paced the small featureless cell. Not even the door remained after she was locked in. A means to mentally break the prisoner. She tried to fight off the overpowering fear gripping her heart.
Morgana watched her for hours on end. As she thought of how to claim the power from this girl. It was out of a need to ease her tension that her right hand slipped under her dress. As she began to rub her pussy it came to her. Like a bolt of lightning she recalled an ancient ritual. Used by her mother years ago. One she could use now. As she finished that last of the plan she raised her soaked finger up and lazily licked them. Her eyes never leaving the sight of Dorothy. As her plans for her would get her not only the powers of her sister but a new pet as well. Getting out of the throne she left to bring OZ to its knees.
Dorothy Gale was in a state of pure terror. As the whirlwind that was the last few days ran threw her mind. From the twister that brought her to this land called OZ. To trying to reach a so called emerald city to seek the aide of a man called OZ. as an apparent evil witch wanted ruby slippers that try as she might couldn’t get off. She had made companions with three people. Only for them to be destroyed. As the soldiers of the witch found and captured her. Now she was all alone in a small seamless stone room in nothing but her underwear. Now she was at the mercy of this witch and there was nothing she could do about it. With a defeated sigh she leaned on the wall. Only to let out a shocked scream as she fell clear threw the floor. As the sensation of falling overtook her Dorothy was too scared to scream. As she fully believed this was her death. It came as a shock when she landed on a thick soft mattress. Covered in rich black silk sheets. As she seemed to sink into the soft bed all she could do was lay there in shock. As she slowly came to her senses she nervously began to take in her surroundings. It was as she looked to her right that she found the piercing hypnotic eyes of Morgana looking back at her. As said witch was lying on her side next to her with her head resting on her hand. So captivated by her eyes it was only when the witch blinked that she looked at the rest of the woman. Only for all the blood to rush to her face when she saw she was completely nude.
The ritual in Morgana’s mind was perfect. It had no nasty catches no complex arrays and in what her mother said was right, pleasurable beyond all reason. As she looked at the young woman beside her she had to admit she had potential. As this close to her she could sense the dormant power within. Power that would also be hers very soon. As the woman blushed at her beauty she grinned as she knew this would be fun. As Dorothy blush a deep scarlet Morgana chuckled softly as she moved on top of her. Her powerful legs wrapped around her waist. While her breasts drove into the lace covered breasts beneath them. While her hands cupped the young woman’s face as she kissed her deeply. Silk sheets on the bed lashed out wrapping her wrists and holding her arms at bay. Dorothy was just too stunned to react. While Morgana used her tongue to slip a rune covered pink pill into Dorothy’s mouth. As the pill hit Dorothy’s tongue it instantly dissolved. While Morgana had memorized the spell needed to activate the effect. As she broke the kiss Morgana sat up while still straddaling her. Looking down at her dazed face she decided to play with her mind as well. As she grabbed the lace covered globes she expertly began to work them. As she messaged pinched and squeezed she said gently. “We got off on the wrong foot. You must understand I just lost a dear sister, and finding you with her favorite slippers. I was mad with grief. Please forgive me.” The moans and gasps beneath her caused her blood to rush. As she had to bring her to climax to complete the second step. She was already wet with anticipation. As she could tell this girl was beyond pure. As the most basics of techniques already had the woman beneath her on the verge. As she saw Dorothy about to climax she decided now was the time to push her over the edge. Leaning down she whispered in the young woman’s ear. “I need you so much right now!”
The gasping cry along with the arching of her back was all the evidence she needed. As beneath her Dorothy basked in the afterglow of her first orgasm. While she looked up at Morgana with hazy eyes Dorothy never expected what would happen next. As the feral grin and predator gaze sent chills up her spine. As Morgana snapped her fingers what was left of her clothing vanished. While looking down at her Morgana let out a dark chuckle as she said. “You have something that rite fully belongs to me. Now you will give it to me.” Holding her arms out to her sides Morgana threw her head back as she began to chant. The very room radiated power as her words echoed louder and louder. While beneath her Dorothy felt as if her body was on fire. As the Ruby slippers seemed to melt into her skin vanishing. Dorothy could fell the raw power flow up her legs threw her veins. As it began to pool in her groin. As Morgana began to grin herself into Dorothy as she chanted the pressure within her grew to unbearable levels. As with the cry of another orgasm the true ritual began. As the physical manifestation of the power took form. Morgana’s chanting came to an end as she looked down at the glorious sight beneath her. As Dorothy now had a massive ten inch erect cock. The sheer girth made her shudder as she licked her lips. As she leaned down Morgana whispered with an almost insane cackle. “I always get what I want my dearie.”
Dorothy was paralyzed with fear and shock. As she could feel her new appendage was real. As the dark witch above her ran her hands over the throbbing member. As she saw the witch slide forward and lean down, she knew what was about to happen. As two massive mounds of flesh covered her face. “By right of dominance I claim this power.” With a grunt she then lowered herself onto the throbbing organ. Stopping every inch to savor the sheer size. Only to continue her mission to take her up to the hilt. As she reach the end of her goal she let out a gasp as the sheer size threatened to break her. Yet her lust for power and pleasure wouldn’t let her stop. As the moment she took Dorothy into herself she risked losing her own magic to the girl. As she relished the feel of being impaled on such a rod. That was when things changes. As two hands that she had bound herself took hold of her breasts. With a rough squeeze she looked down and saw a set of eyes she thought she would ever see again. The burning yellow eyes of her sister.
Before she could comprehend just what had allowed her sister to cheat death Morgana had been flipped onto her back. With silk sheets restraining her now. As the possessed Dorothy chuckled and said with a voice not her own. “Silly Morgana don’t you think I would leave MY power open for you to grab. No I let a little insurance knowing you would try this very ritual.” As Dorothy pulled almost entirely out she said with the same haunted voice. “I challenge this claim with my own.” Morgana’s eyes shot wide as the counter spell was uttered. While with a powerful thrust Dorothy began to drive herself into her. Each thrust made Morgana grunt and moan. While her large breasts heaved with each thrust into her. While she tried to block with no success the shockwaves of raw pleasure blasting up her spine. As the ritual made both participants more susceptible to sexual stimulation. As the possessed Dorothy saw Morgana’s failing battle she laughed and teasingly. “Awe is little gana losing to a simple farm girl. I may fade after this ritual but I still win HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” With a deep thrust combined with Dorothy squeezing Morgana’s breasts. The so called wicked witch of the west let of a cry of pleasure that caused her minions to scatter from half the castle. While Dorothy just watched as the woman’s skin seemed to take on a lighter color. While she could feel a rush of power enter her. Before the witch could come down Dorothy once more began her merciless assault. As Morgana’s resistance evaporated with each thrust.
With her own savage grunt the spirit possessing Dorothy released into her former captor. As her hot seed filled the woman completely she saw her skin had turn from green to stone grey. As sign the transfer was almost done. While she herself would fade with the end of the ritual. She wanted Morgana broken before she left. To never again be feared by anyone. While having her pride eternally shattered. Thus channeling her newfound power she crafted a black lace choke chain. With a blood red ruby in the center. As she placed the choke chain on her sister she whispered with each word accompanied by a thrust into her. “May you forever seek to serves this body’s desires. Until your dying day you will crave not control and power but submission and lust. So mote it BE!” With that final thrust both climaxed with twin cries of pleasure two things happened. For Morgana all her power was transferred into a simple farm girl. As her skin became a pale white. While for Dorothy the spirit faded from her body. Yet as a parting gift all her knowledge was left to her. Granting her the ability to use the power granted her. Drained on all energy Dorothy passed out as her head landed on Morgana’s ample breasts. While Morgana herself passed out soon after struck mortal.
One year later.
High atop the emerald city’s most grand tower. Was a room fit for an empress. Filled with the best luxuries in the entire land of OZ. While in a massive bed covered in the finest silk sheets. Empress Gale enjoyed the pleasures that was the former wicked witch of the west Morgana. As said witch turned concubine eagerly suck and pleasured her empress’ breasts. She shuddered as the woman that was her life moaned in approval. While from outside the chamber could be heard the faint cheering of.
All hail the Empress Gale. Yet all those that chanted it where woman. Each one a fellow concubine under Morgana. So in some small way she did become a ruler.
The end
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