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"Poppies! Poppies!"	By : JayDee Category: S through Z > Wizard of Oz, The Views: 16082 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the The Wizard of Oz movie, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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- 1-"Poppies! Poppies!"
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The Wicked Witch cast her spell as the five companions crossed the Poppy field towards the Emerald City. Toto feel sleeping first, then the gutsy farm girl Dorothy Gale, and finally the Cowardly Lion. The Tin Man and Scarecrow, being artificial, were unaffected. It seemed that not even a magic opium effect could work on them.
"Run to the Emerald City for help," cried the Tin Man, "you're faster than me, and I can stand guard with my big chopper."
"At once!" replied the Scarecrow, pleased not to have to think for himself.
The Tin Man watched the straw filled buffoon run towards the city, falling, standing again, and then falling afresh. He laughed, amused that the Scarecrow would be so foolish as to leave a self-professed heartless individual alone to protect the mystically drugged trio. He was glad the Scarecrow hadn't thought to just shout for help, for there may have been others to hear and provide aid immediately.
He laid his ax amongst the Poppy stems. He planned to use a quite different 'big chopper' on the defenseless Dorothy. As the Tin Man twisted a small wheel set into his thigh, a hidden circle of metal slid aside for his Tin Manhood to emerge. At the same time, he pulled Dorothy's blue gingham skirt up until it covered the girl's face.
The Tin Man's shaft was smooth, mercifully un-riveted, and extended exactly nine and nine sixteenths of an inch. While his major joints were lubricated with the normal machine oil that prevented him seizing in place, internally a self-replenishing clear fluid ran through his tin systems. It smelled strongly of crudely distilled petroleum, but was neither caustic nor toxic. The internal fluid leaked freely down his thick shaft from a small hole in the rounded crown.
The same sensors that told him when he held his ax or had let him know as he earlier gently squeezed Dorothy's arm as they skipped along were in much greater concentration along the cold shaft. They fed incredibly pleasurable sensations straight into his brain. As he believed himself completely heartless the Tin Man was happy to take advantage of Dorothy when the Poppy field rendered her helpless.

Far away in her castle, the Wicked Witch gazed at the vision in her spying glass with surprised delight. She hadn't realized the magic spell would fail to affect the girl thief's two artificial companions, but she had clearly overestimated the Tin Man's loyalty. Aroused by her enemy's anticipated violation amongst the poppies, she tugged her skirts up around her waist to expose a dark green bush. Long had it been since the lonely evil woman had felt any sexual desire at all. The Wicked Witch commanded her most loyal flying monkey,
"Come here and lick!"
Obeying immediately, the flying monkey fluttered over to land almost at head level to his mistress' bared crotch. He pawed through the Wicked Witch's pubic hair until his long probing tongue could taste her musty juices. The Wicked Witch dropped her skirts over the monkey's head, narrowly missing his wings. As she massaged her breasts through her dress, she urged the Tin Man on as if he could hear the sadistic encouragement,
"Yes! Punish her; make her suffer for her theft! Rape her amidst the poppies! Poppies!"
Dorothy's legs were bare above the ruby slippers and her socks until the simple lower undergarments Aunt Em had made her back in Kansas. The Tin Man pulled the soft fabric down Dorothy's farm labor toughened legs in a single smooth motion. He dropped them amongst the Poppy stems crushed by Dorothy’s magically induced swoon. In almost the same motion his silvery crown was pressing at her vulva.
The forced penetration was hidden from the Wicked Witch's spying by the Tin Man’s broad metal back. She saw only his hips thrust between Dorothy's firm thighs, and the ruby slippers bounce roughly from the impact. The Wicked Witch climaxed at that moment, driven to orgasm by the cruelty of the Tin Man towards Dorothy and the flying monkey's hot tongue lapping intimately beneath her skirts. Even in her wild younger days, she had never come so quickly.

The Tin Man remained unaware of the wicked voyeur’s approval. He heartlessly raped away Dorothy's virginity with only his artificial lubrication preventing terrible physical damage to the 16 year old. His cold metal organ stretched Dorothy to her limits, and beyond, as he pressed ever deeper inside the sleep cursed girl. Dorothy's cervical barrier took a terrible battering from the Tin Man, but he cared only for his pleasure. Fertile soil and poppy petals squeezed between metal fingers. He gazed down at Dorothy's skirt-covered sleeping body as each thrust sent selfish pleasure to his brain.
He became aware of panicked shouting towards the distant city. The Scarecrow was returning too soon with a stolen cart. The Tin Man sped up his thrusting, gripped tightly within the unwilling farm girl, until he triggered his own artificial climax. The stinking lubricant gushed deeply inside Dorothy, filling her uterus and squirting back out past her stretched labia, turning dry soil to mud.
The Tin Man withdrew from Dorothy's unnaturally gaping slit. He tugged stems from the soil all around until he held a bunch of the poppies, and then thrust them deep into her bruised and swollen body. Working fast, he tugged Dorothy’s undergarments back up her legs where they bulged around the emerging petals, and pulled her skirt down. He flushed his system to clear the smell of the rape from his body. He planned to claim to Dorothy when she was awakened that the pain and stinking flowers were part of the poppy magic. The Wicked Witch had caused worse suffering before, after all.

The Wicked Witch penned a message for the Tin Man while the flying monkey caught his breath. She wanted him in her service immediately. She promised he could keep the thief, so long as she regained her sister’s ruby slippers.

A/N: Story written for AFF forum weekly prompt 18 - Poppy.

A/N: Story written for AFF forum weekly prompt 18 - Poppy.
Citation: The quote "Poppies! Poppies!" is taken directly from the The Wizard of Oz (1939) movie.
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