In a remote corner of the enchanted land of Oz, there dwelled an evil temptress named Cyn. Her cruel heart and mischievous ways earned her a reputation as the most sinister slut in all the realm. Cyn took great pleasure in seducing men and manipulating them to do her wicked bidding.
With a flick of her wrist and a pout of her plump, glossy lips, Cyn could make even the most pious of fellows succumb to her charms. She’d flaunt her ample bosom and swivel her hips, drawing them in like a siren’s song. Soon they’d be groveling at her feet, desperate to bury their faces between her thighs and service her in depraved acts of lust and depravity.
Cyn reveled in the power she held over men. She’d make them her playthings, her personal sex toys. No one could resist her dark allure, not even the great Wizard himself. Many a hero ventured to Oz seeking to destroy the Wicked Witch, but none returned after succumbing to her treacherous beauty.
One fateful day, a strapping woodsman barged into Cyn’s den, his axe in hand and determination in his eyes. “I’ve come to put an end to your evil ways, witch!” he bellowed.
Cyn let out a throaty laugh, her voice dripping with honey. “Mmmm, aren’t you a tasty morsel,” she purred, sauntering toward the woodsman. “Why don’t you put that big, hard axe to better use?”
She pressed her bountiful breasts against his chest and captured his mouth in a searing kiss. The woodsman melted into her embrace, his willpower crumbling. Cyn led him to her bedchamber and rode him mercilessly, milking his essence from his throbbing manhood until he was spent and broken.
Next came a haughty prince, dreaming of killing Cyn to protect his princess bride. But a mere snap of Cyn’s fingers had him stripping off his finery. She shoved him to the floor and mounted him forcefully, using the prince like her own personal dildo. After she’d thoroughly conquered his staff and unmanned him utterly, Cyn sent him staggering back to his castle a humbled shell of a man.
A wise wizard was her next conquest. Cyn gasped and moaned shamelessly as he plowed into her tight channel over and over, defiling her with his twitching rod. “Yesss, destroy me with your mighty wand, my king!” she hissed. The wizard was powerless to resist emptying his seed into Cyn’s hungry quim until she’d milked him dry, body and soul.
Tales of Cyn’s foul seductions spread far and wide. They called her the most evil slut, the great temptress of Oz. And still more men came, each one broken by her insatiable sexual hunger. The Wicked Witch of the West continued her wicked ways, forever despoiling all who dared enter her domain.
Thus ends the tale of Cyn, lustiest of witches, a bitch who reveled in making men her helpless playthings for eternity.
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