Feature Writer: Unknown
Feature Title: The Witch’s Wood
Uploaded: 14.10.2007
Author’s Notes: Just a silly sex version of the Hansel and Grettel fairy tale.
Story Codes: MF, Mg, mg, cons, ncon, rape, silly, bukkake, cherry, hand, grope, inc, mast, oral, violence
The Witch’s Wood
Once upon a time there lived on the outskirts of a forest a poor woodcutter with his wife and two children. The woodcutter was a good man and he cared for his family as best he could, but one year there came a great famine in the land, and he found he couldn’t provide them with daily bread. One night as he lay in bed he sighed and said to his wife, “What’s to become of us? How are we to support our children, now that we have nothing more even for ourselves?”
The woodcutter’s wife, who had been going down on him with shameless zeal, took his cock out of her mouth long enough to say, “I know what we can do. Early tomorrow morning we’ll take the children into the thickest part of the wood. We’ll leave them there, and they won’t be able to find their way home, and we’ll be rid of the little shits.”
The woodcutter didn’t really like this solution; he loved his children and didn’t know if he could do such a cruel thing to them. But his wife, who was still fairly young and hot and very good at pleasuring him, resumed sucking on his cock and he forgot everything else.
The woodcutter’s wife wasn’t entirely convinced that abandoning her children in the woods for the wolves to devour was the best idea, either, but she’d become concerned lately. Their son was thirteen now, becoming a man, and even if they’d been rich he would still be able to eat them into the poorhouse. And their daughter was a threat too, even though she usually ate less than a dying fly. Because she was becoming a woman. She was still only ten years old, but even so there were two very tiny lumps slowly presenting themselves on her meager chest, and the woodcutter’s wife was sure she wasn’t the only one who’d noticed; her husband too had noticed. Yes, the girl was his daughter, but the woodcutter’s wife knew that that hadn’t stopped her own father from stealing into her bedroom at night and showing her what men were really like. And the woodcutter himself had given her the business when she was the same age their daughter was now. What was to stop him from sampling some of that tender little morsel in the next room and sending the wife out into the woods? Certainly not another blowjob, or a loose pussy he’d already fucked five thousand times.
She really had no other choice. The children, too, had not been able to sleep for hunger. They lay awake together in the single narrow bed they shared in the bedroom next to their parents’ room, and they heard everything their mother and father had said.
“Oh no,” Grettel, the girl, whispered. “Mother and Father are going to get rid of us.”
“No, they won’t, Grettel,” Hansel whispered back. “I have a plan, but I have to wait until they’re asleep.”
“What is your plan?”
“Don’t worry, little sister.” Hansel already had his arms around her, and now he hugged her tightly and kissed her forehead. And pressed his erection against her hip.
“I’ll take care of everything. Go to sleep.”
“Okay,” Grettel said. She returned her brother’s kiss, then closed her eyes. She was silent for a long moment, then said, “What the hell kind of name is Grettel, anyway?”
Only a few minutes later she was asleep. Hansel was still awake, though, and now he lay even closer to his sister, embracing her small warm body. He moved his hands over her, caressing her two tiny breasts, her slim hips, her thighs. Finally, he pulled her thin nightgown up to her chest and caressed the smooth hairless crevice between her legs.
Grettel stirred in her sleep, mumbled, “Father, cut it out,” but didn’t awaken.
When Hansel had gotten himself sufficiently excited, he grasped one of Grettel’s hands. He wrapped her little fingers around his erection, then began to stroke himself, sliding his sister’s hand slowly up and down the length of his manhood. Soon the pressure within him built to a crisis and, with a grunt of pleasure not unlike the sound the woodcutter made when he went off in his wife’s mouth, Hansel came, spilling his semen all over his sister’s belly.
He let out a large sigh, then whispered, “Sorry, Sis. I just couldn’t help myself.”
It was what he always said after violating their sacred familial bond.
Hansel used a spare rag to clean Grettel off, then got up, put on his clothes, and stole out of the house. The moon was shining clearly, and the white pebbles which lay in front of the house glittered like bits of silver. Hansel filled his pockets with as many of them as he could cram in. Then he returned to the room he shared with Grettel, took off his clothes, and climbed back into bed.
“There,” he said softly to himself. “Now we’ll be able to find our way home.”
He smiled to himself and closed his eyes, turned onto his side, and put one arm over Grettel’s body. He hugged her to him, kissed her soft cheek, wrapped her fingers around his still semi-rigid member, and fell fast asleep. At daybreak the family set out together on the way to the forest, and Hansel dropped the white pebbles out of his pockets on the path. They walked for a long time, until it began to grow dark. Then the woodcutter stopped in a very heavily wooded part of the forest and his family stopped behind him. He turned and addressed his children.
“Hansel, Grettel,” he said, “your mother and I are very sorry, but we can’t take care of you anymore. We have to leave you here. We’re going to go back the way we came, but you two will keep going forward, deeper into the wood. You’ll have to find your own way now. I’m very sorry.”
He bent down and kissed the top of Grettel’s head (and copped a feel of her tiny chest), then took his wife’s hand. The woodcutter and his wife began walking back the way they had come, and Hansel and Grettel stood there, watching them until they had disappeared.
Moments later Grettel began to cry and said, “How are we ever to get out of the wood?”
But Hansel comforted her, taking her in his arms and kissing her (and copping a feel of her tiny chest) and telling her that everything would be alright. And when the full moon had risen he took his little sister by the hand and followed the pebbles, which shone like new pennies in the moonlight and showed them the path home.
They walked all through the night, and just as morning arrived they reached their parents’ house again.
The woodcutter was already up chopping wood, and when he saw his children coming toward him he dropped his axe and said, “Well, I’ll be damned.”
He looked toward the house and saw his wife standing in the doorway, a perturbed expression on her face.
“Jesus Christ on a crutch,” she said. “How did you two find your way back home?”
But the children didn’t say a word. They simply glowered at their mother as they walked past her and into the house, hand in hand.
xxxxx
That night, with the taste of sperm still lingering on her tongue, the woodcutter’s wife told her husband,
“The children must be gotten rid of. We’ll lead them deeper into the wood this time, so they won’t be able to find their way out again. There is no other way of saving ourselves.”
But Hansel and Grettel were awake and heard the conversation. When he thought his parents were asleep Hansel got up to go pick up more pebbles, but this time found his mother blocking the front door.
“Go back to bed, boy,” she said, “before I kick your ass.”
She spit out a pubic hair.
“But, Mother-”
Hansel’s words were stopped short by a blow across his face.
“I said go back to bed. And put your little wood back in your pants.”
Hansel looked down and saw that his erection was sticking straight out from the fly of his pajamas. He tucked it away and said, “Okay, I’ll go back to bed. But one day you’ll be sorry you hit me, Mother.
You’ll be sorry you called my wood little, too.”
“Go back to bed or I’ll knock you into next week.”
“Smelly cunt,” Hansel called over his shoulder as he returned to his room.
xxxxx
At early dawn the next morning the woodcutter’s wife came into the children’s bedroom
“Alright, you two,” she said loudly enough to wake them up, “get out of bed. Hansel, get your hand out of your sister’s crotch. And Grettel, pull your nightgown down. Come on, now!”
The children got out of bed and got dressed, then followed their mother into the living room where each of them was allowed one small piece of bread for breakfast. Grettel ate hers right away, but Hansel saved his, crumbling it in his pocket. Once the family was done with the morning meal the woodcutter and his wife led the children back into the wood, taking them much further than they had the day before, and all along the way Hansel dropped bread crumbs.
Hansel and Grettel were abandoned just as they had been before, but this time they were much much further away from home. Their father told them this part of the forest was called “The Witch’s Wood,” and that they would never be able to find their way out, so don’t even try. Grettel was scared again and needed her older brother to hold her, which he gladly did, with one hand patting her back reassuringly while the other wandered over her minuscule breasts. The day passed and the evening came on, and the moon was just as full and bright as it had been the night before. Except this time the children didn’t find the path back home because the thousands of birds that typically flew over the woods and fields had eaten all the bits of bread. Hansel and Grettel were stranded.
Grettel became more and more frightened, and clung to her brother tightly. Hansel continued to comfort and fondle his little sister, although he couldn’t convince her that sliding her little hand up and down on his cock would help to get them out of this mess. They finally settled in for the night under a large sheltering tree, and Hansel had to wait for Grettel to go to sleep before he could yank up her dress and dry hump her.
xxxxx
In the morning the children began walking, trying to get back home, but they headed in the wrong direction and merely wandered deeper and deeper into the woods. They began to fear that if help didn’t come to them soon, they would perish.
“I don’t wanna perish,” Grettel whined as they stumbled over some tree roots. “I’d die if I had to perish. Please don’t let me perish, Hansel, I don’t want to perish.”
“Don’t worry, Grettel,” Hansel said, taking his sister’s hand in his. “We’ll get back home, I promise.”
“Okay,” Grettel replied. Then she asked, “Why was my tummy all sticky when I woke up this morning?”
Hansel might have answered that question (but then again, he might not have), but before he could they came upon a clearing, and in the clearing they saw a little house.
“Hey, a little house,” Grettel said, absently pushing her brother’s hand away from her ass. “Let’s go see if someone lives there.”
As Hansel and Grettel got closer they saw that the house was made of bread and roofed with cakes, and the window was made of transparent sugar. Ravenously hungry, Hansel stretched up his hand and broke off a little bit of the roof to see what it was like, and Grettel went to the casement and began to nibble at it.
And suddenly a shrill voice called out from inside the house, “Who is nibbling on my house?”
“Your mother,” Hansel replied. He and Grettel went on eating.
A moment later the front door opened and a hideous-looking witch came out. Hansel and Grettel were so terrified that they almost stopped eating.
The old woman shook her head and said, “Oh ho! You pesky little children, who led you here?
“Your mother,” Hansel said again.
“Well come on into my house and I will feed you as much as you want, and no ill shall befall you.”
The old woman appeared to be friendly, but, naturally, she was lying. As soon as the children got inside the house she hit them both with a club, knocking them out cold. She picked Hansel up and carried him out to the stable behind her weird house and locked him in a cage. Then she went back into the house to Grettel and immediately began to remove the unconscious girl’s clothes. Once she had the little girl nude she took off all of her own clothes, revealing a remarkably muscular man’s body, complete with a stone like ten-inch hard on. The witch was actually a warlock in drag. The cross dressing worker of black magic began to stroke his impressive tool as he gazed down upon the delectable ten year old Grettel.
“Nice,” he said, marveling at her young body, the smooth perfect skin, the tiny bumps on her chest, her narrow hips and slim legs, and the sweet little cleft between her widespread thighs, as hairless and soft as a newborn’s. Only sexier.
The warlock caressed each lovely contour of Grettel’s body with his eyes as he continued to pleasure himself, until finally he reached his climax. His long thick cock spurted glob after glob of warm milky semen into the air, where it arced and fell, splattering onto Grettel’s face, her tiny breasts, and her flat belly. The last of it dribbled out of the end and dripped right down onto her exposed girlhood. When he was done coming the warlock knelt down by the little girl’s head and smacked her face with the end of his cock. Grettel’s eyes snapped open.
“Get up, you little brat,” the warlock said. “Fetch some water and cook a large meal for your brother, and when he’s fat enough I’ll eat him up.”
“What?!” Grettel cried. “You can’t eat my bro-”
She was interrupted by another smack in the face by the warlock’s meaty pole. Then she let out a yelp as the warlock grabbed her by her hair and pulled her to her feet.
“I said, fetch some fucking water and cook a large fucking meal for your fucking brother, you little fuck!”
The warlock threw Grettel across the room. She hit the wall and fell to the floor. Then, weeping, she got to her feet and fetched some fucking water. She brought it back to the house where she cooked a large pot of vegetable soup, part of which the warlock himself ate, and a very tiny part of which he allowed Grettel to eat before she took most of it out to Hansel in the stable.
“Here’s your fucking meal,” Grettel told her brother.
“Thanks,” Hansel said, then looked his sister over. “Um, Grettel? Did you know you’re naked?”
“Yes,” Grettel said, partly ashamed and partly annoyed.
“Don’t get me wrong, I like it,” Hansel told her. “I’m just wondering why you took your clothes off. Did the witch give you money?”
“No, she hit me on the head just like you, and then she tore my clothes off. And when I woke up there was something sticky all over me and I had to clean it off. And then the witch, who isn’t a she but a he, yelled at me and hit me and make me cook. And he’s going to fatten you up and eat you! Hansel, what are we going to do?”
Hansel didn’t reply; he was too busy staring at Grettel’s exposed girlhood. Grettel realized what he was doing and covered herself with her hands.
“Hansel!” she shouted. “Stop looking at my exposed girlhood! And help me figure out what to do to get out of this!”
“I’m sorry, sis, but I can’t really do anything when I’m locked up like this. Plus, I’m starting to get kind of horny.”
“Horny? What’s horny? What does that mean, horny? I don’t understand what horny means, Hansel, what does horny mean? Horny?”
“Oh, for crying out loud!” Hansel cried. “Look!” And he opened his trousers and pulled out his cock.
It was long and thick and hard and, upon seeing it, Grettel yelped and jumped back a step.
“Put that away!” she cried. “It’s disgusting!”
“Come on, Grettel. All you have to do is rub it a little.”
“I’m not rubbing your wood! I’m your sister, Hansel! It’s unnatural!”
“Well, you sure didn’t mind rubbing it in your sleep every night for the last twelve months!”
“Hansel, what are you talking about?!”
“Never mind. Just do what I asked. Please? I can’t think straight when my wood is all swollen up like this. It hurts. And I think my balls are turning blue.”
Grettel rolled her eyes, sighed, and said, “Oh, alright. But this is the only time I’m going to do it.”
She stepped closer to Hansel’s cage and Hansel stuck his cock through the bars so she could get to it. Grettel winced in disgust as she wrapped her small fingers around her brother’s thick shaft. She began to stroke it slowly.
“Oh, yeah,” Hansel said, closing his eyes and smiling with pleasure. “Yeah, that’s it, sis, keep doing that, oh yeah, son-of-a-fucking-bitch.”
Within nearly no time Hansel reached his point of crisis and his cock began to spurt thick white globs of come. Most of it just shot straight out in front of him and landed in the dirt, but one errant glob went sort of sideways and splatted onto Grettel’s belly. And when the main load was spent and the stuff was just dribbling out, it spilled down over her fingers. Grettel grimaced and ewed, and when she saw that her brother was finally done she let go of him and tried to shake his come off her of her hand.
“So that’s what that sticky stuff is that I keep finding all over me when I wake up,” she said.
“Uh, yeah,” Hansel said. “You should really talk to Father about that.”
Grettel gave her brother a very disapproving look and said, “I hope you choke on your soup.” She stomped her feet all the way back to the warlock’s house. “A house made of bread, for crying out loud,” she grumbled.
Upon entering the house Grettel saw the warlock laying on a sofa, wearing a robe and smoking.
“I gave him the soup,” Grettel said as she shut the door. “Now can I put my clothes on?”
“No,” the warlock replied. He eyed her lithe young naked body. “And I was watching you. You gave your brother more than just soup, didn’t you, you little wench?”
“But I didn’t want to do it! He made me!”
“Yeah, it really looked like he was twisting your arm out there. Get your little ass over here, you incestuous little trollop.”
“But…but…”
“I’ll tell you what,” the warlock said. He reached into his robe and pulled out his cock. “You come over here and stroke me off and I’ll think about letting you and your brother go.”
“You will?” Grettel said.
“Sure. I’m not really that hungry, anyway.”
“I don’t know if I should believe you. When we first came here you said that no ill would befall us, but then you hit us both on the head and you put my brother in a cage. And then you squirted your stuff all over me while I was unconscious, and then you hit me in the face with your wood. Twice. And then you made me cook.”
“Good God,” the warlock said, “women never forget anything. I promise I won’t hurt you this time. Just come on over here and do this one measly little thing I’m asking for, and I’ll let you and your brother go. Everybody wins.”
“Well…okay,” Grettel said.
She crossed the room to where the warlock was sitting and reluctantly wrapped her fingers around his long thick cock. She started to stroke it slowly.
The warlock groaned with pleasure and said, “Yes, that feels good, keep stroking me, you little tramp. Stroke my big cock, that’s it.”
Grettel did as she was told, sliding her small hand up and down on the warlock’s massive tool.
After about a minute of listening to him moan and groan and say stupid things, she said, “Is this going to take much longer?”
“No,” the warlock replied. “In fact, you’re done.”
“I am? But you didn’t squirt your-”
The warlock suddenly smacked her on the back of the head, then grabbed her by her ponytail and forced her face down into his lap.
“You’re done jerking my wood,” he told her, “but you haven’t even started sucking it yet.”
Grettel opened her mouth to cry out and it was immediately filled with warlock cock. Her young lips were nearly stretched to the breaking point as the thick meaty tube slid over her tongue and crowded the back of her throat. Grettel gagged and struggled to get away, but the warlock was far too strong. He continued to force himself into her mouth and down her throat until his balls bumped against her chin. Then he pulled her head back up until just the end of his cock was past her lips.
Then he pushed her head back down, filling her up again and choking the shit out of her. Grettel’s eyes began to water, and little tears spilled down her cheeks.
The warlock continued to assault the poor little girl, shoving her mouth down onto his cock over and over again, moaning and cursing with pleasure. Grettel grew dizzy from lack of oxygen and nearly passed out a few times. Finally, however, the warlock achieved his ultimate gratification, his cock throbbing violently and his come spilling into Grettel’s throat. She was forced to swallow most of it despite how bad she was gagging. When the warlock was done he let go of her hair and she immediately pulled away from him, spitting and spluttering. Come spilled over her lips and down her chin as she stumbled away from the sofa and fell to her knees. Then she made an urping noise and some of the come she’d swallowed came up, splatting onto the floor.
“Clean that up, you little slut,” the warlock commanded.
Grettel thought about reminding him that he’d promised to let her and Hansel go, but decided not to; she figured she’d just get hit again. The warlock was a big mean liar and he wasn’t about to let her go. He would do what he’d told her earlier, eat her brother up and then eat her up too. The only choice she had now was to do what he said while she tried to figure out a way to escape.
She cleaned up the mess she’d made on the floor, then did whatever other chores the warlock told her to do. She worked the rest of the day and into the early evening, taking time out to cook a large lunch and then a large dinner. She took each meal out to Hansel and, before he ate, she had to rub him off again. Then she would come back inside and suffer through another oral violation from the warlock. By the time it got dark and it was time to go to bed Grettel was little more than a walking zombie, shocked and worn out. If she was surprised that the warlock wanted her to sleep with him in his bed, she made absolutely no attempt to show it. She simply shuffled over to his bed and climbed in next to him.
The warlock wasted no time in getting her on her back with her legs spread wide. He held her down (although he didn’t have to; Grettel was too exhausted and dispirited to put up a fight) and shoved his cock into her tight little girl’s pussy. He only managed to get the head in at first, though, and had to keep jamming it into her again and again until, after about the sixth thrust, he got nearly all of it in. There was a very faint and yet distinct popping sound as her hymen gave way.
“Oh yes,” the warlock groaned, “I have reached the promised land.”
“God, please kill me now,” Grettel moaned.
The warlock slapped her once, then started fucking her hard. He rammed himself into her little body over and over again, grunting and snarling and calling her names, biting her lips, squeezing her tiny breasts, pinching her baby nipples, and pulling on her ponytail. Grettel kept her eyes closed and held on, enduring it all as best as she could. The warlock kept pounding at her and pounding at her, until finally he stopped, shoving his cock into her one last time. He let out a monstrous growl and Grettel’s insides filled with come. There was so much of it that it began to leak out of her, spilling past her pussy lips and around the warlock’s cock and down the crack of her ass.
“Oh yes!” the warlock cried. “Oh yes! The gods be praised! Hot damn!”
When the warlock was finished unleashing his remarkably voluminous seed, he pulled out of Grettel’s no-longer-tight pussy, belted her, and shouted, “Clean this mess up, you tramp!”
Grettel, sluggish and dazed, and feeling like her pussy was on fire, got up from the bed, pulled the sheets off (which, she noticed, were covered in come, and had a surprisingly small spot of blood on them), took them to the laundry room, and returned with clean sheets. The warlock slapped her again, then waited impatiently for her to make the bed. Once she was done, Grettel started to get back in bed but the warlock slapped her yet again.
“You sleep on the floor, whore,” he said. “And don’t snore, or I’ll smack you with the door. Then give you four more.” The warlock laughed maniacally, then crawled into bed and immediately fell asleep.
Grettel’s first thought was to escape, to just run out of the house and just keep going,. But then she remembered her brother Hansel, locked up in a cage in the stable, and realized she couldn’t leave him behind. So she sighed, curled up on the hard wood floor, and cried herself to sleep.
xxxxx
A week passed, and each day was the same: Grettel cooked breakfast, lunch and dinner for the warlock, Hansel and herself, kept the house clean and did the laundry and slaved through a myriad of other chores, got raped by the warlock at least three times a day, rubbed Hansel’s wood at least three times a day, and cleaned up jizz by the bucketful. And interspersed with all of those things was the irregular but inevitable slap across the face or smack on the back of the head or kick in the crotch from the warlock. Grettel was not only worn out constantly, but she always had a bruise somewhere. And her pussy hurt like hell.
She had to figure a way out. She’d hoped Hansel would help her come up with a plan, but he could never think of anything, even after she helped him clear his mind with a good hand job. She would have to figure it out herself. And soon; the warlock had originally wanted to fatten her brother up before eating him, but he’d finally lost his patience.
“I’ve lost my patience, cum bucket,” he told her. “Be quick and get some water. Your shit head brother may be fat or thin, I’m going to kill him tomorrow and cook him.”
xxxxx
In the morning (after getting fucked silly) Grettel had to hang the kettle full of water and light the fire. The warlock grabbed her by the hair and dragged her to the oven.
“Get in there, you little fuck hole,” he said, “and see if it’s properly heated for your brother. I think I’ll eat his balls first.”
Grettel almost did as she was told, but then she remembered something that had happened the night before: she’d heard the warlock talking in his sleep and he’d said something like, “I’m getting tired of that little cock box. Tomorrow I’ll cook and eat her first, then her shit bag brother.” Remembering that now, Grettel suspected that the warlock might be trying to trick her. She decided her only chance was to play dumb.
“But Sir,” she said, “I don’t know how to get in the stove. How do you do that, Sir? I don’t get it Sir, how could a person crawl into a stove, Sir? Sir?”
“You fucking idiot,” the warlock said. He smacked her across the face and she fell to the floor. “The opening there is big enough for you to fit. Here, I’ll show you.”
The warlock crawled inside the stove. “You see? I got in here with no problem at all, and if I can fit in here, you can too, you little moron.”
Grettel suddenly slammed the iron door of the stove shut and drew the bolt so the warlock couldn’t get out. The warlock began screaming as his body ignited from the heat.
“Who’s the moron now, you moron?” Grettel shouted. “I’m not the moron, you’re the moron! Moron stuck in a fucking stove and burning the fuck up! Moron!”
Grettel turned and ran out of the house made of bread, sprinted to the stable and jumped up and down as she cried, “Hansel, we’re free! Free! The warlock is dead! Dead!”
Hansel watched his naked little sister jumping for a minute, then said, “But Grettel, we’re not free. You’re free, and jumping up and down in a way that I find highly stimulating. In fact, if you had bigger tits I’d let you jump up and down all day, but unfortunately you don’t, and I’m stuck in this fucking cage! Let me the hell out already!”
“Okay, okay,” Grettel said. She went back into the house fashioned out of bread and came back with a key. She unlocked the lock and the cage door swung open and Hansel nearly leaped out.
“Yes!” he said, “I’m free! I’m free!”
“Free!” Grettel cried.
The two of them rejoiced, dancing around and hugging and kissing until finally Hansel pushed Grettel to the ground and forced himself on her. Grettel didn’t mind, though; at least she was free. Since they had no more reason to fear the warlock, they went back into his house and ransacked it for goods. They found many boxes filled with pearls and precious stones, and also a few items of clothing for Grettel (apparently, there had been other ten-year-old-sized victims of the warlock before).
Hansel found two feed bags and the children filled them with as many jewels as they could hold. When they were done they took enough jewels back out so that they could actually carry the bags without hurting themselves.
“Okay,” Hansel said when they were done, “now we can buy all the food we can ever eat and never go hungry again. Let’s get out of here and well away from the Witch’s Wood.”
“Wood,” Grettel said.
They set fire to the house, then started off on their journey home. They wandered through the woods for several hours, until finally they came to a big lake.
“We can’t get across that lake,” Hansel said. “I don’t see any bridge anywhere, or a boat of any kind.”
“There’s no boat, either,” Grettel said. “But look, Hansel. There’s a white duck swimming in the lake. If I ask him he might help us get across.” She went over to the duck and said, “Hi, duck. Can you help us get over to the other side of the lake?”
“Sure, why not?” the duck said, carefully eyeing Grettel’s chest. “But only one at a time. Hop on, kid.”
Grettel moved to get on the duck’s back but Hansel pushed her out of the way and got on himself.
“You can go next,” he told his sister. “Let’s go, duck.”
The duck swam across the lake, tossed Hansel and his bag of jewels off into the water about five feet from shore, then returned to get Grettel. The little girl climbed onto his back and immediately felt one of the duck’s fingers slip up into her pussy.
But ducks don’t have fingers,” Grettel said to herself.
The duck took his time getting across the lake, but finally deposited Grettel safely on the other side. Hansel, still dripping, was waiting for her.
On this side of the lake the woods were more familiar to them and they managed to make it back to their home in about half an hour. When they arrived they found the woodcutter out on the front porch drinking a pint of ale. The woodcutter saw his children coming toward him and he dropped his ale and said, “Well, I’ll be damned. Again.” At that same moment the woodcutter’s wife came out the front door.
“Jesus Christ and his God-fucking mother,” she said. “How in hell did you two find your way back home? Again?”
The children didn’t say a word. But they didn’t simply glower this time, either. Instead, while Grettel dragged the bags of jewels into the house Hansel went over to where the woodcutter had left his axe stuck in a tree stump. He pulled it out and savagely attacked his father, hacking him to pieces right there on the porch. The woodcutter’s wife had screamed and run, but, unfortunately for her, instead of running away she simply ran in circles. Hansel chopped her down next. When the bloodbath was over he tossed the axe away and said, “You assholes’ll never take us off to the woods again.”
Then he went into the house, knocked his sister down, and fucked her for an hour. But Grettel didn’t mind, because now she was not only free, she was filthy rich.
THE END