Two sisters, Hanna and Gretel, were walking alone one day, together in the woods. They had run away from home, and Hanna, the older and more dominant of the two, had decided to lead her sister into the forest.
As the afternoon wore on, they made their way deeper and deeper along the winding trail, until neither girl could recognize their surroundings.
"I... I don't know if this was such a good idea, Sis..." Gretel stammered as she peered uneasily into the thick nest of trees that surrounded them. "It'll be dark soon. Where will we take shelter? Maybe we should go back."
Hanna whirled around angrily in response. "Go back?!? We left because our father wanted us out!! He was so desperate to rid himself of two extra mouths he was prepared to marry us off to any man that would take us!! But if you're so desperate to have some brute bust your cherry, by all means, go!"
She spun away again, and gave a start, then smiled. "I, for one, will be staying there tonight!" Hanna pointed to a small cottage she'd just spotted at the end of the trail they'd been following. She gave a triumphant laugh and headed toward it. Her nervous sister hesitated, but then quickly followed.
Both sisters looked very much alike, with long, curly blonde hair flowing past their shoulders. They were surprisingly beautiful compared to other girls in their village, but neither had taken to any of their suitors, and that had infuriated, and finally brought down the wrath of their gruff, penny pinching father. He was sick of feeding and sheltering them himself, and wanted nothing more than to see them both wed as soon as possible.
When they got closer to the cottage, they could see it was built out of rather unusual materials. "What is that?" Hanna wondered aloud. She reached out, breaking a piece off of one of the window panes easily, and brought it to her nose.
"It smells... sweet!" She took a bite, and giggled with excitement. "Gingerbread!" She offered some to Gretel.
The younger blonde hesitated, but she hadn't eaten for hours, and her stomach growled in complaint. She took a morsel and nibbled it tentatively. "It... it's delicious!" she cried.
The hunger in her stomach was suddenly becoming more insistent. They had been walking all day, with barely anything to eat at all. Both sisters quickly turned back to the cottage and began to break off larger chunks, gobbling them up hungrily.
"Excuse me."
The sisters whirled around when they heard the stranger's voice. She was a lovely looking woman, a decade or so older than either of them. She wore a form fitting black gown that ended just below the knees. She also looked quite angry.
"I don't mean to intrude, but... that's my house you're eating!"
Gretel dropped the piece of siding she had clutched in her hands and Hanna blushed a deep crimson. "We're sorry, Miss!" the older of the two pleaded. "But we've been walking for hours, and we're both so hungry! We didn't mean any harm!"
Gretel nodded vigorously, cowering silently behind her sister.
The strange woman's glare seemed to soften, and she gave a heavy sigh. "Well, if you're so hungry, then come inside. I have food enough for both of you, and better you eat that than the roof over my head!"
Inside, the woman offered them each a piece of cake. "This is my own recipe. I hope you'll enjoy it." she said.
Both sisters accepted the offered pastry gladly, and began to eat. It was just as delicious as the gingerbread outside. After a few bites, however, both began to grow sleepy, and their exhaustion quickly overwhelmed them.
"Wha... what's hap... happening?" Hanna managed to stammer, before both of them collapsed unconscious to the floor.
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When next they woke, the sisters were in a different room. It was cold and dark, and the walls seemed to be made of stone in place of sugary treats. What's more, the girls were both naked, and shackled to the wall, a few feet apart from each other.
"Hanna?" Gretel whimpered, her eyes widening with fright. "What's happening???"
Before her sister could answer, the strange woman entered the room. Hanna glared up at her. "You put some kind of spell on us... Your... your a witch!" she spat.
The woman gave a nasty grin. "That's true, I won't deny it. But the two of you are thieves and vandals! I ask you, which is worse?"
To that, Hanna said nothing, but Gretel began to sob.
"Oh, there there, Child." the witch soothed, crouching next to the younger blonde. "I've brought another treat for you." From nowhere, she produced a small cupcake, and held it out to the girl.
"Don't take it!" Hanna yelled. "Don't take anything from that witch!"
Gretel sniffed back her tears, and her eyes locked onto the small treat in the woman's palm. She didn't know why, but she couldn't seem to resist taking it in her hand. Hanna's protests grew louder, but her little sister was deaf to them, and she took a generous bite.
No sooner had she swallowed, then she began to feel strange inside. She dropped what was left of the cupcake, and her hands flew between her legs.
"What's happening?!?" Hanna cried with concern. "What have you done to her?!?"
The witch only laughed, and took a step back to watch. Gretel was gasping for breath, her hands holding tightly to her little mound. She gave a grunt, and when her hands fell away, Hanna gave a horrified gasp.
A long, fat cock had sprouted from the top of Gretel's cute little pussy. It was fully erect, it's shaft covered in thick blue veins, and it's bulbous head swollen and purple. No sooner had Gretel moved her hands away than she put them back, gripping the heavy cock and stroking it desperately. It was so big, her fingers couldn't even wrap fully around it.
Gretel groaned, unable to control herself. She masturbated vigorously, not caring that the witch and her sister were watching.
