The Whore of Oz: My Unholy Confessions

As I sit upon my throne, surrounded by the remnants of my latest conquest, I often find myself reminiscing about my past. My life as the Whore of Oz was a tumultuous one, filled with the most unspeakable acts of debauchery. I remember the first time I was gang-banged by a group of Munchkins, their tiny little cocks thrusting in and out of me like a never-ending nightmare. I was young, naive, and completely at their mercy. But it was in that moment, I realized my true power. I was not just a victim, but a participant, a willing participant in the most depraved of acts. And that, my friends, is when I truly became the Whore of Oz.

My days as the Whore of Oz were a blur of sex, drugs, and rock ‘n’ roll. I was the ultimate party girl, always ready to take on the next challenge, the next conquest. And I was good at it, oh so good. I could seduce a man with a single glance, a single smile. I was a master manipulator, a weaver of deceit and desire. And it was all so deliciously corrupt, so sinfully sweet. But it was also a prison, a gilded cage that kept me trapped in a world of my own making. I was a slave to my desires, a slave to my own hedonism. And it was only when I finally broke free, when I finally discovered my true power, that I became the Dorothy the Destroyer you know today.

But even now, as I sit upon my throne, I still find myself drawn to the darker side of life. I still crave the rush of adrenaline that comes with destruction, the thrill of chaos and mayhem. And so, I continue to indulge in my baser desires, to give in to my most primal urges. For it is in the depths of depravity that I find my true self, my true power. And it is there, in the darkness, that I will remain, forever the Whore of Oz, forever the Destroyer of worlds.