In the Circle

In the Circle

Discliamer:
This isn't your grandparents' OZ, this is Spawn.com's "Twisted Land of Oz" and thus In don't any rights to the characters

listed in the story.

Here's the lion: http://www.spawn.com/tprodproduct.aspx?product=1776
And here's Dorthy: http://www.spawn.com/toys/product.aspx?product=1606

With this said and done, on with the show.

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In the Circle
AJ Angelique

Early evening in the Twisted Land of Oz. Though mildy hot, the air was still comfortable...but not to one with so much fur on their hide, such as the terrifying Lion. He stood in the middle of a sea of golden tall grass that came up as far as his shoulders. But if we were to get closer we would find most of the grass around him pressed down and splatter with blood as the mutilated remains of somehting that had once been alive rested at his feet. Just moments ago, he had hunted down a wayward traveler and made sport out of the hunt before finally he pounced upon his prey and ripped out its throat. He looked down at what was left of the corspe with a half twist of a smile, glad that not only had it been a good hunt but a good meal as well. In a final moment of satisfaction, he closed his eyes and titled his head up to the sky as he took in a deep breath through his nose to enjoy the mixed scents of earth, blood and heather.

The Lion was a feirce looking creature whom stood upright like a man but still hunched over a bit. The only other things that made him telytely human was the intense intelligence in his eyes and the his hand like paws. His tawny pelt was littered with various sized scars from previous fights, most of which were with people who sought his death but they were the ones to die in the end...he even had the misfortune to cross paths with the Tin Woodsman one night. Needless to say, it wasn't a pleasant
experience and it left him with several chunks in his body. Yet he was tough and lived to hunt another day. The only clothing he wore was a black leather belt with a silver buckle that bore a royal emblem, a royal blue loin cloth lined with silver threads. One had to admit, it made him look very Roman and very regal.

Just then, a light wind blew from his right and soft whispers graced his ear. He looked to this right, to the west and the setting sun which took the heat of the summer with it. Then he looked to his left and the east where he saw the moon rise...a full moon. The Liom smiled as he made his way towards the East, not giving what had been his meal a second glance.

You see, two summers ago the Lion had spent a whole week terrorizing the Munchkins in a sidious plot which worked out in the end. At the begining of the week, he stalked and killed one Munchkin only to leabe the corpse in the middle of town. The next day it was two, then three of the third day and so forth untill he had killed seven on the seventh day. On the eigth day, he boldly entered town in broad daylight and gave their mayor an ultimatum. He could either continue the killing until the whole town was dead, or they could give him a tribute every full moon for not only leaving them alone but also protection against anyone else who wished them harm. It was an easy choice, they choose the tribute.

Still, Lio Lion wasn't stupid. He didn't come to them for the tribute, he had them bring it to the sandstone ruins and to an mosaic tiled arnownnown as the Sacrifing Cirlce. Whispers spoke of an time that the ruins had once been a gothic castle where a witch once lived and sacrificed virgins in that circle to the darkest demons that Oz had to offer. But that all ended when she was lured out and caged during a rainy day only to melt to her death. The castle was then abbandoned and left to go to ruins. Even so, everyone feared the place because ot was still full of dark magick and was rumored to be haunted by the old hag herself. Even so, Lion used this fear to his advantage.

As he continued to walk, he made his way his thoughts began to dance with wonder as to what those little demons would leave for him tonight. Tribute have varied from food to treasure to cloths to oddities from the four corners of Oz. He ate the food kept most the stuff but he would most often then not either barter to use the treaure to purcahse something he would need...like medical attention from the sainest doctor he would find during those scant times someone would be foolish enoug to try and hunt him. Hell, he was even able to bribe one of those idiots with a good chunk of the treasure he had stashed in his den. All he had to do was leave it out at the crossroads and walk away...needless to say, it worked.

Then his mouth twisted in revulsion as he remebered that one time he was offered three of the Munchkins' so called "best women". When they told him their purpose, his jaw dropped before he bursted out laughing. Needless to say, those little whores were highly offended...but they didn't get the chance to protest for he soon struck and killed all three of them before he made a meal out of them. Even though he didn't have a taste for Munchkin any more, he had to admit. Those three bitches were the meat meat they ever offered him.

Even so, he hoped tonight wasn't going to be another food offering. He was allready full from dinner and he didn't quite feel like dessert...

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In the middle of the sacraficing circle, Dorthy stood alone and frighten. It was well past sunset and the cool night air was giving her goosepimples while her nipples fought against the tight contraints of the leather strap that was bound tightly against her C size breasts. Still dressed in the leather strap, the waist corset, the flimsy black thong, the scantly collection of skirts and the silver knee high platform boots; the only other thing she wore was a ratty looking black hood cloak.

When she arrived in this strange land, she was immediatlly captured by two of those horrid little creatures who stripped her of her simple farm cloths and dressed up in this horried outfit as they kept her blinfolded. Yet, before they could brand her someone bursted in and she thought that she was saved...but she wasn't. She was saved from one fate and thrown to the other as the gift for the Lion.

"I'm being given to a lion?" Dorthy asked in a confussed tone. The question was imeditally answered by a room filled with high pitched laughter that offset Dorthy's nerves. When the laguhter was over with, Dorthy was told everything about the Lion. About how he looked, how feircesome he was, how he terrorized the village for a week and the monthly tributes every full moon that were left in the Forbidden Ruins. She was even told the fate of the three village whom were given to him. Dorthy began to clench up in fear but her hair was pulled by a brown haired woman. She yelped in fear and relaxed enough for a red haired woman to wash between her legs. They crooned over her good looks and chanted how she'd be a wonderful gift and the Lion would be happy with her. Yet as she doubted that she wanted to go through with this, a snotty looking blonde stated that if she ran from the ruins that they would all die, their blood would be on their hands and she would be haunted by them for the rest of her life. Dorthy tried to hide a shudder but she got the message, she had no choice in the matter.

Once she was clean and dressed once more, she was led off to the ruins by the town's so called "bravest men" and left in the circle as the men high tailed in out of there the moment they heard a twig snap. Dorthy let out a heavy sigh and stood there as she waited as the sun sank and the moon rose. Now, here she stood, alone in the night as the moon creapt slowly across the sky and a familar feeling of need began to ring through her body. It reminded her of the phone back home and how it would always ring when she'd try to take a mid day nap. She tried to ignor the feelings in her body but they wouldn't leave her alone, the full moon always had this effect on her. It made her a horny little thing and she would often spend the night trying to releave herself to no avail. That was the reason why she got Toto, her Dobberman Pincher. He knew when the full moon rose it was his duty to service her and when the sun rose she was completly saited.

But Toto wasn't here, he had been taken away when they landed in their town. While she was taken away to be a sex slave, her dog had been killed and served for lunch. When she realized that the meat she had just consummed was her precious Toto, the bile rose to her stomach and her stomach violently upheaved all of its contents. Much to her dismay, her captors were highly amused by this and their high pitched laughter rung in her ears as her head spun from the nausia.

So she was left alone in the ruins and her libido had kicked in. After a couple tes tes of trying to ignor it, Dorthy found that she couldn't ignor that taunt feeling any more and dove her hands into the black thongs to seek out that numb of fleash which would give her release. But it had been months since she properly fingered herself and she found that she had to find the proper tempo of pressure and friction to even get a spark of pleasure. Yet once she had a spark, she worked hard to keep it and make it grow into a burning flame which would spread through her veins and warm her body. Yet she was so distracted trying to please herself that she didn't notice the Lion arrive behind her.

TBC