Hansel and Gretel

Librarian's note: Being a naughty retelling of the beloved fairytale, all characters are adults, and as stated in chapter 1, our heroes are in their twenties. In addition to incest, this chapter contains dick girls and some borderline non-con (though everyone is still enjoying themselves) - if that's not for you, may I suggest trying one of my other stories? As always, thank you for reading, and if you want to make my day, please leave a comment! <3

Hansel woke up and couldn't at once tell where he was. Then he remembered: they'd been tricked into the woods by their mother, and after wandering the whole day they'd found a strange house made of candy and... sex toys. That's where he was now. In the house of the beautiful woman who wanted him to fuck her. Today. While his sister and long-time lover watched.

Hansel bolted upright in bed - and realised he wasn't actually in bed. He was on a rug on the floor. And there were metal bars all around him, like... a prison cell? But there wasn't any door to it, and besides, he still knew where he was - he could recognize the room around him. He was definitely still in the sexy lady's house. And these metal bars had definitely not been there yesterday.

"Gretel?" he called out.

"Hansel...?" came his sister's voice from the other room, still groggy from sleep. "Ugh... Where are you? What's going on? And what... what am I wearing?!"

She sounded suddenly a lot more awake, and Hansel could hear sounds of movement, and of... clinking metal? What

was

going on?

His sister stumbled into view, and Hansel's jaw dropped open. She was wearing some sort of weird uniform, with a white apron over a black dress... but the neckline of the dress went

below

her boobs, while the apron only barely covered her nipples, and the skirt was so short it barely fell over the cheeks of her ass, completely failing to conceal the fact that she wasn't wearing any underwear. As accessories she had some weird, white head-dress and a pair of cutsie black shoes with high heels. But in addition to her ludicrously lewd clothes, she was equipped with a collar, handcuffs, and ankle cuffs, and between all five ran a metal chain, greatly limiting her movement.

"What is the meaning of this?!" exclaimed Hansel, outraged on his sister's behalf, though also incredibly turned on.

"The meaning is to turn you both into my obedient fuck-toys," said the voice of the witch. Hansel cast about in his cell, and finally spotted her, sitting in a chair in a dark corner behind him. She must've been there this whole time, just waiting for them to wake up.

"That's

not

going to happen," he said with a growl. The witch chuckled.

"Oh, but it is. Sure, it'll take time, but it'll be fun! I can't wait to break you both down. I couldn't believe my luck when I saw the two of you. Siblings! I'm going to enjoy perverting you until you beg to fuck your darling sister's cunny... but I'll have to prime you first, of course. Oh yes; you'll be the perfect host for my submissive slut potion..."

Hansel and Gretel exchanged a look. They weren't sure they should be offended that this crazy lady thought they were perverted, or happy that they hadn't inadvertently spilled the beans about their relationship the day before.

"What do you mean,

host

?" asked Hansel, trying not to think too hard about fucking Gretel's cunny. This was a serious predicament they were in, and he had to stay focused!

"I mean," said the witch, "that I will fuck your dirty mouth until my magic cum starts affecting

your

cum. And then when you fuck your sister, she'll turn into such a submissive slut that she won't think about anything besides pleasing her mistress for the rest of her life! And then when her dick is big enough, she'll do the same to you."

"My

what

?!" exploded Gretel.

"Your dick, darling," said the witch, grinning. "The one you'll get when I fill your pussy with my cum. You know - the cum I just said was magic?"

Gretel stared at her with open mouth. She'd get a

dick

? That was insane! It was absurd! It was... it was... actually kind of kinky.

"Wait, does that mean you also have a...?" asked Hansel.

"Oh, honey, I thought you'd never ask," said the witch in a sultry tone, then stood up, letting her cloak slide off her in the process.

Just like Hansel, she was completely naked. Unlike Hansel, she had an aura of confidence that she wore better than the most expensive dress, and rather than vulnerable, she looked fierce. And yes, while her beautiful face, framed by that almost silvery grey hair, and her gargantuan boobs, free from their restraints at last, were quite amazing to look at, the part of her that really stood out - quite literally - was a long, hard dick, right above her hairless pussy.

"Wow," whispered Gretel.

"I know," said the witch, running a finger along her own length and giving a little shudder. "You just want to spear yourself on this beauty right away, don't you?"

"I - I - no, I don't, I mean, I - I won't play your dirty sex games!" blurted Gretel.

"Uh huh," said the witch, obviously not convinced. "And you don't want one for yourself either, do you, darling?"

Gretel chewed on her lip and didn't answer.

"Well, you'll have to wait your turn, anyhow," said the witch. "Gentlemen first, after all..."

She sauntered slowly up to the cage, holding a hand out in front of her and letting her fingers brush carefully against the bars, reminding the siblings that she had trouble seeing.

"Okay, loverboy; give us your dick," she said.

"N-no," said Hansel. "Like my sister said, we won't play your games."

The witch clicked her tongue in annoyance. "You will do whatever I tell you to do, or I will make you. I could tighten these bars till you're squeezed tight between them, you know. Or... maybe you'd prefer me to fuck your sister, first?"

"No!" Hansel cried out.

"No? Then do as I say and hand me your dick."

Hansel stared at his sister; he was frozen in fear. He didn't know what the witch wanted his dick for, and he didn't want to know. But he couldn't watch while she had her way with Gretel, either, not if he had the power to stop it...

"I don't have all day, you know," said the witch impatiently. "Chop chop. Or maybe I should spank your sister for your disobedience?"

"Oh, please, no," said Gretel, and held her hand out to Hansel as though she needed comfort - or at least, that was the witch thought, who couldn't see the flesh-coloured object she was holding.

"Please, brother; don't let her hurt me."

Hansel reached out his hand to hers, and took the dildo from her.

"I won't, dearest sister. I promise."

And he stepped towards the witch, hiding his real dick with one hand and holding the fake one in front of him with the other, and he presented that to the witch's greedy fingers.

"Oh, yes, you're a good, large lad, aren't you. Hard, too; is that all for little old me, or are you still affected by all that aphrodisiac you sucked off my walls yesterday? But we'll get you harder yet, and your balls full to bursting! First, let's give you a nice collar, lest you get jealous of your sister."

She took a large, golden ring and it slid it down the shaft of the dildo, where it seemed to fit snugly in place. Hansel gave it a careful poke.

"Oh, don't bother trying to take it off," said the witch. "It's magic, of course. It won't come off, and it won't let

you

, either. Once you're hard as diamond and your balls are full to bursting,

I'll

take the ring off, and let you cum deep inside your pretty sister. And you'll be begging for it way before then, I promise you. This ring will make you horny as hell for her slutty cunny."

"I - I would never...!" Hansel protested weakly. He was almost ready to faint with relief at his sister's quick thinking.

"Oh, enough with the protesting already," huffed the witch. "Use your mouth for something useful instead: get on your knees and suck my cock. Or do I have to spank your sister after all?"

Reluctantly, Hansel got to his knees in front of her. He carefully put the dildo with that horrible cock-ring away and grabbed the witch's member instead. He'd never thought he'd ever suck a dick, let alone one as big as this one, but at least, he consoled itself, it belonged to a very sexy lady. And if his sister would really get one too, it might be good practise for later...

Tentatively, he licked along the shaft, giving extra attention to the underside and teasing around the head, just like Gretel would do it on him. He trailed kisses around the base, and couldn't resist giving the clit a little peck while he was in the area. When the roles were reversed, he always wanted his sister to give a little lovin' to his balls, but the witch hadn't got any of those, so he figured her love-button would do instead.

"Oh, what an attentive little boytoy you are," said the witch, sounding amused. "I hope you're not trying to stall for time, hm?"

She reached her hands through the bars and grabbed Hansel by the hair, effectively taking control. Hansel squirmed and tried to pull her hands away, but she was surprisingly strong, and didn't seem bothered by his struggling at all. In fact, she chuckled, clearly amused by his hopeless attempt, and then she pushed her giant cock into his mouth.

Hansel was glad for the training he'd had with the candy cane the day before, for the witch was just as long and thick and hard as that had been. But there, he had been in control, and now he was not: the witch moved his head unceremoniously up and down her turgid rod as though he was an object, and not a human being, shoving herself down his throat and fucking him with abandon. Tears sprang to his eyes as he gagged, but as humiliating as the situation was, he couldn't say that he wasn't on some level enjoying it. He'd never have thought he'd get turned on by being utterly dominated by a girl with a cock (but then, he'd never imagined any girls having cocks, either), but his own cock was throbbing with the rhythm of the fucking he was given, and it was taking all his willpower not to stroke himself into orgasm.

It didn't take long before the witch reached her own climax, filling his mouth and throat with her potent, magical elixir. Hansel, who had thought about trying to spit it out, found that his choices were to swallow or to choke, as a truly massive amount of cum assaulted him, and once he'd started swallowing, a hunger for more of the delicious stuff ignited within him, and rather than fight it, he helped suck her dry, and licked his lips once she finally pulled out. The witch laughed at his slutty display, but he really couldn't help himself. Gods, but his cock could need some release, though. He didn't think he'd ever been so hard before.

Gretel noticed too, and she longed to have him inside of her. She'd never thought she'd get so turned on by watching her brother being fucked by another woman, but she couldn't deny the heat between her legs. She fought to keep her hands from wandering. She couldn't let the witch know how much she wanted it right now.

But she needn't have worried. The witch slapped Hansel's cheek with her spent dick, leaving a spittle-wet imprint, then turned from him with a satisfied smirk, yawned, and walked away.

"I'm taking a nap," she said over her shoulder. "Make yourself useful and prepare some lunch for me, girl. And Hansel... have fun trying not to think about fucking your pretty sister."

As soon as she was gone, Gretel rushed over to Hansel's side.

"Are you okay?" she said, taking his hands through the bars. Her brother stared back at her with desperation in his eyes.

"I need to cum."

"I want you to fuck me," Gretel admitted, "but I'm not sure it's safe. I don't know how much of her cum you need to swallow before yours turns me into a - a submissive slut..."

"I wouldn't mind so much as long as you were

my

submissive slut," said Hansel. Gretel giggled.

"Me neither. But all I'm saying is, we better not take any chances. I'll get a, a cup or something, so you can cum in that and I'll throw it out after. We can't let her know that her ring isn't working."

"Oh, it seems to me like it's working perfectly," said Hansel. "This dildo sure doesn't seem like it's going to cum anytime soon."

He picked it up and waved it around with a little laugh.

"Thank you for that, though. I'm very happy that my sister is such a genius."

Gretel blushed a little, gave her brother a kiss, squeezed his hands, and went to find a vessel for his cum. Who'd have thought she'd ever be jealous of a cup? Then she got started on lunch, worried about what would happen if it wasn't finished when the witch woke from her nap. Her own desperately dripping state would have to wait.

~*~

"Well, Gretel, I must say, you're really an amazing cock... ah, no, I mean cook. For now, anyway..."

The witch grinned at Gretel, who blushed and tried to look angry, or defiant, or at least upset, but it wasn't easy. Sure, she was upset that they were being kept against their will, that her brother was in a cage, and that she was in chains, forced to cook and clean for this monster woman. And there was nothing about the plan to ultimately brainwash them that she liked. But... being fucked by this sexy bitch? Getting a cock? She couldn't help herself: she was looking forward to those parts.

"Well, that was nice," said the witch, putting her plate aside and rising from the table. "But now it's time to sate a different hunger. Ready to go, girl? I promise you'll like it; I'm very good."

"I don't have much of a choice, do I?" said Gretel.

"No," said the witch, grinning wickedly, "you don't. Now get over to your brother; I want him to look you in the eye while I fuck you."

Obediently, but defiantly slowly, Gretel walked over to the cage containing her naked brother, trying not to think too much about pressing herself against his bare chest while his dick hammered away at her pussy. She could see said dick twitching and imagined him trying to suppress similar thoughts.

Then the witch was behind her, massive boobs pressing against her back, strong hands closing around her wrists and pulled them high above her head, forcing her to grasp the bars of the cage in front of her. And the witch really could control those bars with naught but a thought, for a sliver of metal coiled out from them and connected with the handcuffs she'd put on Gretel, chaining her in place.

"Worried I'll run away?" said Gretel, trying to mock, but the witch just laughed.

"Helpless is such a good look on you, my sweet," she said. "Don't you think so, Hansel? Doesn't your sister make for a sexy damsel in distress?"

Hansel just grunted noncomittedly, which was probably the safer choice. Gretel could see the desire burning in his eyes.

The witch secured her legs similarly, forcing her to spread them and then magically connecting her ankle cuffs with the metal bars. Then she let her hands roam across her helpless body, fondling her boobs, tweaking her nipples, caressing her sides, her hips, her butt, before finally diving between the folds of her pussy. Gretel was already moaning, and her brother was staring at her with such longing it almost hurt.

"Oh, what a wet little cunny you've got, my sweet, so ready for me, so desperate to be claimed, and filled, and fucked," said the witch. "I really am lucky, to get this all to myself... don't you think so, Hansel? You're allowed to get jealous, you know, I won't mind."

Hansel

was

jealous, but he wasn't about to admit it. Besides... watching his sister get fucked, while all he could do was watch - watch as the two sexiest women he'd ever known did the dirty together - watch as the witch started her twisted plot to have his beloved Gretel grow a

dick

...! If the circumstances had been a little different, he thought he might have encouraged the whole thing. As it were, he would still enjoy the show, even if he had to pretend to be against it.

The witch pushed her fat cock into Gretel's opening, making her moan. Hansel loved that sound. It got louder as the witch kept pushing, lodging herself completely in his sister's tight tunnel. How well he knew that opening, how easy it was to imagine it pressing around him, instead. A strangled sound escaped from his throat, and the witch gave him a knowing smirk, her red eyes sparkling with glee.

"Oh, my brother, don't," started Gretel, then got cut off by another moan as the witch slowly pulled back out of her, till only the head of her cock was still inside.

"Don't... don't look at me like that, I cannot bear it! Oooh..." The witch pushed back inside, ever so slowly. "I feel so, soooh... dirty... it's wrong, you mustn't... mustn't...! Oh, oooh!"

The witch suddenly increased her pace, hammering into her with three short strokes that pressed her against the cage bars and made her gasp for breath, before slowing back down. Hansel was not looking away. If anything, his eyes were wider and hungrier than ever.

"She was right," he said, his voice low, growly; "you do look really hot like this."

"That's... the cock-ring... talking," Gretel gasped out between the witch's thrusts, now faster again. "You must... resist...!"

Then she mouthed, 'Kiss me.'

"I'm sorry, my dearest sister, I'm sorry, I'm just... not strong enough."

And he grabbed her head in his hands and pressed his mouth against hers, so hungry, so desperate, and Gretel made a noise of protest even as her tongue pressed against his; her acting was really superb, and the witch cackled, not suspecting a thing, and fucked her captive beauty even harder, faster, and Hansel recognised the high-pitched moans Gretel only made when she came, probably his favourite sound in the world, and then the witch made a similar sound, her cock lodged fully within Gretel's pussy - and Gretel froze.

Hansel immediately pulled away, his face lined with concern. Gretel's eyes were wide with shock.

"You came inside," she said, in a voice like she couldn't believe herself.

"You

came

," she repeated, slower, with more force on every syllable, "

inside

."

Hansel didn't understand at first... but then he saw the white cum mingled with the clear juices dripping from his sister's pussy, and realised - Gretel had always been terrified of getting pregnant.

The witch huffed. "And what did you think I meant when I said my magic cum would give you a cock?"

"I don't know, I just... I didn't think... I never..."

The witch rolled her red eyes and released Gretel's hands and feet. As much as she liked watching them squirm, this did not seem to amuse her in the least.

"What, are you afraid I've put a baby in you?" she said with a scoff. "Relax. I put infertility potion in your pancakes yesterday. Unless I give you the antidote, neither of you can beget so much as a tadpole. The only thing brewing in you is a nice, hard dick."

"Really?" said Gretel, slowly turning around to look at the witch with wide eyes. "I can't get pregnant... not with anyone? No matter what?"

Suddenly, her eyes welled with tears, and she whispered, "Thank you." The witch looked taken aback.

"Well. Hrmph. Don't read anything into it. Maybe I'll give you my failproof fertility potion and make you my pregnant cumdump later. When you're older. No sense spoiling your youth now. By then you'll be my obedient, submissive slut, anyway, so it's not like you'll care."

And still slightly upset at having been thanked for anything, and by her prisoner, no less, the witch stalked away to her own chambers. But Gretel took her brother's hand through the bars and whispered into his ear, "Once we've escaped this place, I want you to cum inside. All... day... long..."

~*~

The next day went much like the previous one. In the morning, the witch went to Hansel's cage and demanded he hand her his cock. He presented the dildo instead, and the witch was puzzled that it didn't seem any harder or more desperate than before - but a few lewd comments about his sister convinced her that the ring was still working. Still, it was with even greater force that she fucked his throat, filling his belly with her magic cum, and Hansel lay gasping for breath afterwards, barely able to hold back his own cum, desperate for release.