Feature Writer: A Cannibal /
Feature Title: Gretel and the Witch /
Story Codes: Cannibalism, Fg, Young, Witch, Supernatural, /
Synopsis: Young Gretel is lost; and then comes across a hungry witch /
Gretel and the Witch
Gretel was mad at her mother. She had been promised they could go see grandma today, but her mommy wasn’t feeling well. She liked to go and see grandma because she always gave her milk and cookies every time she visited, her mommy never did that. In fact she never got snacks from her ever.
When she was told she was going to grandma’s today Gretel asked if she could walk to your house, but her mother had said no she was too little. The girl was furious with you been told this. She was five years old and in her mind that meant she was not a little girl anymore. She had chores to do like cleaning up her room, feeding the chickens on their farm and then collecting their eggs.
She liked feeding the birds task best because she would scoop up some the feed with her hands and let them peck at it. It was fun because it tickled when they ate from her hands.
This morning after telling her they weren’t going to see grandma today; Gretel was told by her mother to her chores as quietly as possible today. So as she fed to chickens idea popped into her head.
She was a big girl and grandma’s house was just under those are the words she could walk there. She would go to grandma’s house, spend the day with her and would be back for mommy missed her.
With that in mind Gretel dumped the chicken scratch onto the ground turned walked down the driveway. She took one look back at the house before ready across the road into the woods.
The forest swallowed her up after only a few steps inside. She tried to walk a straight line but the trees kept forcing her to zigzag.
With all those turns Gretel soon became lost, but she didn’t know it. She had been walking for what seemed to be hours and finally came to a stream and sat down on a rock for a rest.
While she rested until tried to decided sit down and rest. The girl looked around and all the trees looked the same. It was at that point Gretel realized she had no idea where she was.
As she rested Gretel wondered which way to go so she could get out of the woods. She reasoned that if she followed the river that it would lead out.
So she set out downstream but what Gretel didn’t know was that this stream led to a lake. On this lake was a one room house actually was more of a shack. The sole person living there was a woman by the name of Vesta.
She was a witch I rather an ex-witch as she had been kicked out of the witch realm for eating children. Normally eating of kids would not have been a problem after all that was what witches did.
It had been a year now since Vesta had been vanquished to these woods, because she ate a few witch children instead of the usual mortal ones. If that was not enough, they had also taken away her powers. As further punishment the Council had set her house down here in the middle of the forest, where they thought she never get her favorite food children.
The Counsel wasn’t all bad having transported Vesta’s house intact including the oven and cookbooks. Now if she could just get some children’s come by she’d have something cook besides rabbit and fish.
Vesta couldn’t even go to a village because she had no clothing to wear. Even if she knew how to sew, which she didn’t been a witch who always zapped whatever she needed, the council had put their own spell on her. It caused anything she wore to simply disintegrate this meant she could not go anywhere in public.
A tired Gretel had followed the stream and was excited when she came to the little house. Running up the door she knocked.
When door opened the girl was surprised to see a tall naked lady with red hair and peach size breasts staring back at her.
Vesta too was surprised to see a lone little blond haired girl around five or six years of age. She wondered where the parents were. Surely something this young would not be allowed to roam the forest by herself.
When Gretel found her voice she asked, “I’m lost can you help me find a way to my grandmother’s house?”
The witch replied, “It’s too bad about you being lost. I’ll help you find your way to grandma’s house, but we better do it tomorrow it’s getting late and we won’t make it there before dark. After all you wouldn’t want to be in these spooky woods after dark would you?”
Gretel shook her head no. The forest was scary enough during the day and at night she was sure it would be even scarier.
Vesta invited the girl into the house and had her sit at the table while she got some food around. She didn’t know how long the next meal had been in the woods but she imagined it to be quite a while, by the way she was gobbling down the rabbit stew. The witch also dipped into her provisions of wine and poured a big glass for the girl.
Between the wine and the stew Gretel became very sleepy. This was just what Vesta wanted to happen.
She cleaned the dishes off table and replaced it with the meat for her next meal. The girl was so out of it she didn’t even complain when the witch began to unwrapping her.
The witch took Gretel’s shoes and socks on which was quickly joined by her dress. Tossing them into a corner Vesta looked at the girl now clad only in her undies. They would soon be joining her other clothes, but right now she just wanted to drool over her find.
The witch began moving her hands over them meat. Gretel’s arms were nice size for small girl. There were no breasts on the meat but ribs were well padded. As for her stomach it was relatively flat. Vesta bypassed the girl’s waist because when she uncovered it she’d want to sample the dinner for a while.
So she moved her hands over the girl’s legs. The thighs would thick and the drumsticks long. The witch estimated Gretel’s legs alone would give her a couple days worth of food.
Flipping the meat over she gave a cursory exam of the back ribs. Then Vesta finally pulled the panties off and threw them to the side. Two lovely little mountains of meat rose from her spine.
The witch began to knead her rump, while all the time she was licking her lips. Vesta was ready to sink her teeth into Gretel’s bottom right then and there. Luckily for the girl though her captor hated to eat raw meat.
As a substitute the witch flipped the girl over onto her back and spread the legs apart. She admired the meat’s little sex which was pink and puffy on the outside.
Vesta didn’t care about the looks she wanted a taste of it. She spread open Gretel’s immature love box and began to lick.
The witch liked to taste little boys and girls. She was found this one rather sweet tasting.
“Well now there munchkin what recipe shall I use to cook you?” Vesta asked as she pulled out one of her cookbooks from a shelf near the oven.
The future meal didn’t answer except for a little snore. Placing the book on meat’s stomach the witch began flipping through the pages. When Vesta found one she thought might work she’d stick her tongue inside little girl.
The first recipe was for fricassee girl and the witch didn’t want this recipe, because over last year she’d had lots of fricassee rabbit.
The next recipe was just as bad for it was called stewed children. Once again she didn’t want that recipe because she had to use rabbit instead of children.
The witch started thumbing through the recipes until she found a good one. It was called roast child and it would fit the girl perfectly.
It was also a real simple recipe. All that was required was this one little girl and a few vegetables from her garden out back.
Now that she had the right recipe Vesta thought she should make sure it was right for this meat. Once again the witch opened Gretel’s pussy and she inserted her tongue.
She licked the little girl’s sex for some time enjoying her taste. All the sudden Gretel gasped and shuddered as she had her first orgasm.
“Did you enjoy that little one? Vesta asked with a chuckle. “I guess you must have by that smile on your face.”
The witch reinserted her head between the girl’s legs and lapped up the small amount girl cum that Gretel had made.
She wished that the dinner was a few years older so she could have produced more a lot more of her special seasoning.
Vesta also wished she could help the meat out with the other problem; that of being a virgin. If she had her powers the witch could have transformed into a boy and taken it. That way she would not only taste better, but be more relaxed when it came time to cook. Instead the girl would have to go to the table as innocent as the day she was born.
“I hate to quit sampling you but I have to gather some wood so I can cook you properly tomorrow,” the witch explained to the sleeping girl.
Gretel was lifted from the table and placed in a hanging cage which faced the oven. Vesta thought if the meat woke before she got back with the wood that the girl might figure out her fate.
The witch return with the wood and was happy to see the meat was awake and crying. It was quite obviously to Vesta that she knew her fate.
Still she wanted to confirm it by asking, “So your awake, that’s good. Do you know why you’re locked in this cage?”
Gretel nodded her head as the tears continued to fall as she answered, “you’re going to stick me in that oven to cook then you’re going to eat me.”
As the girl watched her capture stack the wood next to the oven a question came to mind.
“Why do you want to eat me?”
She came over to stand right in front of the cage so there would be no misunderstanding, “well first off you taste delicious raw. Second you’re lost so nobody will ever know I ate you. Last I’m a witch and you know how much we witches love to eat children.”
Trying a different tack Gretel said, “I’m nothing but skin and bones. Can’t you find a fat kid to eat? That way you don’t have to eat me.”
Vesta laughed saying, “you’re not skin and bones. I think you’ve got 40 lbs of lush meat on you. Anyway you’ve got a long day of cooking tomorrow, so get some sleep.”
Now her next meal began to wail and that was actually music to the witch’s ears. It had been a long time since heard meat screaming like this one was doing.
It was so relaxing to listen to her future dinner that Vesta fell asleep in her comfy chair. Gretel’s screams eventually quieted down and see too fell asleep.
As she slept the witch dreamt of roast children and how good they looked. In particular a certain young blond girl kept popping up in the dreams.
When Vesta woke in the morning she was excited in a lot of ways. She wanted to taste the girl one last time and for Gretel to taste her, but she really didn’t have time to play with the food.
It would take the girl a very long time to cook inside a wood burning oven. This was because the tinder couldn’t hold a lot of wood at one time.
First she roused the meat and forced her to drink a potion. Then the meat was taken out back to the outhouse. Gretel was chained inside where over the next hour she emptied herself.
While the meat emptied herself Vesta was busy by getting things ready for the oven. Her first stop was the garden for some vegetables. There she picked a few carrots and some sprigs of basil. She also picked a couple of apples one of which would go in the mouth.
The witch went out into the forest to a beehive for some honey. She wanted a nice glaze on the meat when it was done cooking.
Vesta took that back to her house and added it to the table. She looked at the list of ingredients in the cookbook then at the table. The witch had everything she needed except for the main ingredient.
Walking back to the outhouse she unchained Gretel and dragged her down to the stream. Along the way she explained the next step to becoming dinner.
“Now that your clean on the inside it’s time to clean your outsides.”
The meat began to whimper as she was pulled toward the stream. She hadn’t liked anything that had happen to her so far this morning.
Vesta grabbed a cattail as she pushed the girl out into the water. She used the plant to scrub the girl clean including the ass and sex holes.
Gretel was then was carried back to the house tossing her onto the bed. She was too exhausted to fight as the witch tide her hands in front of her. The witch hoped she might want to play with herself as she cooked. As for the feet they were tied at the ankles.
Once secured, all the meat could do was look on and cry as the witch continued with the preparations to cook her. The girl saw her captor pull on oversize roasting pan from the oven and place it next to the other ingredients.
Vesta took a quick inventory of the ingredients. She had everything she needed to cook the girl on the table except one. She went to the cupboard and pick out a bottle of wine.
The witch needed to marinate the meat would and the best way to do that was from the inside out.
Placing it on the table she eyed the meat saying, “stop you’re sniveling, it’ll be over soon enough. Now drink this it’ll calm you down.”
The girl’s mouth clamp shut tight. The last time Gretel had drank something from the witch she ended up in a cage and told she was dinner. Unfortunately for the meat, Vesta had handled many situations like this. She simply plugged her nose and when she opened her mouth to breathe the wine was poured down her throat.
The meat choked then began to crying for her mommy. While the witch love to hear them scream and plead not to be cook she hated them crying for their mother.
Vesta put the wine back on the table and took one the apples. Walking back over to the meat she waited for her to scream then shoved the fruit inside her mouth.
“There you’re ready for the roasting pan” the witch said.
She placed her hands around the girl ribs picking her up who began to struggle. The closer to the table Gretel came the harder she fought.
It did no good though because a minute later she found herself looking up at the witch from the roasting pan. The few veggies Vesta had picked were tossed in.
Then the witch left the meat’s view so she could see nothing, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t hear the oven door open. The witch came back into view and then Gretel saw the oven closer.
Muffled screams came from the girl as she was slid inside.
When the oven door shut Gretel wasn’t sure which was more horrible; being roasted alive or the absolute darkness that surrounded her.
The girl was very afraid of the dark because that was where monsters lived. If she’d been a little older the girl would have realized there were monsters in the light too and one of them was sticking wood into the tinder under her.
Vesta stuffed all the wood she could possibly get inside the box then lit it. The witch would have liked to watch her dinner cook but that was impossible without her powers. With them could have made the oven door transparent and watch the meat cook. Instead all she could do was sit listened to the girl’s muffled screams and imagine what was happing.
Vesta knew from cooking hundreds of children that inside the oven would first smelled smoke and then soon she see flames shooting past the roasting pan. After that the meat would begin to bounce as the bottom of the pan heated up.
She could hear the terrified screams of what she thought were pleas to be let out, but the apple gag made the words unintelligible.
After 1/2 hr. in the oven a weaken Gretel smell meat cooking. It smelled like ham but slightly different and it made her hungry. That was until she realized that there was no other meat in the oven, that the delicious smell was her.
She let out a long scream and slipped unconscious never to awaken again. Vesta heard the long anguish scream and knew that was the last one she’d hear from her dinner.
What had been Gretel in life was pulled from the oven and after a few pokes with a meat fork, without so much as a twitch from the meat, then the honey glaze was applied.
After another four hours the witch opened the oven and the meat was removed. Gretel had roasted to perfection her once white skin was now golden brown. Steam wisped out from all the girl’s orifices delivering the delightful smell of roast girl to the house.
Vesta set out multiple plates incase the Witch’s Counsel dropped in. if they did she would try to make a deal with them. She wanted limited powers so she could capture more meat like this one.
As it turned out though no one came that day so she had nobody to share Gretel with. That was just as well for she wanted the girl’s sex for herself.
It turned out to be the tenderest meat she’d had in a year. It was also sweeter than when she’d eaten her raw yesterday.
Vesta only wished that she could have had something a few years older as she nibbled on the ribs. A young girl with some breasts would do nicely.
The next morning when the witch opened her front door she found a naked boy and girl tied up and a note. It was the Witch’s Counsel stating they wanted these two fatten up and cooked for them. That they were planning on visiting her next week.
THE END