Gretel
by
the Wolf
Gretel moved slowly through the forest,
careful not to lose the trail of her brother as she went. She could tell he had
been stepping and moving softly as he often did when he hunted so as not to
disturb possible game, so that track was almost non-existent. But Gretel had
another trail to follow. She could feel Hansel’s energy in the places he had
been, could tell the direction he had decided to go and, if she focused very
hard for several moments, could even get a trace what he had been feeling when
he decided on a path. The soul path, as she often thought of it, was a couple
days old and faint but easier to detect because of Gretel’s connection to her
twin. It would have been completely undetectable to just about anyone else in
the village.
Living in the hateful house with her
father and stepmother, Gretel had nurtured many of the same desires for escape
that she knew her brother often did. She, however, had always taken a more
active and practical approach than his simple dreams of leaving and trying to
survive. It was uncanny to her that Hansel could have such instinct, guile and
careful planning at his hunting but always seemed at a complete loss to apply
such abilities when dealing with the civilized world.
At a young age she had begun slowly
hiding small portions of the meager allowance afforded by her current parents
for necessities in an effort to create a savings for both of them to escape the
stranglehold of her stepmother’s machinations and start a new life. Gretel had
never told Hansel about these hidden wages because he had always given in to a
certain kind of fear too easily, and Gretel knew that he would give up the
secret if their stepmother started asking any sort of questions. And then that
wretched woman would find a way to have the savings back or to simply cut off
the allowance until they had to spend the savings just to survive. But Gretel’s
plan grew even more intricate when she found her true mother’s old books and
diaries.
Her birth mother had been convicted of
what the village elders decided to call “crimes of the unnatural” when the
accusations were made. It had never escaped Gretel’s attention that the first
person to make the accusations was the very woman who now lived a life of ease
in her mother’s home. Nor had the subtle smiles that passed between the woman
and her father when the man testified that his wife had indeed done things that
were unnatural in his presence and that he lived in fear of what she might do.
In spite of Gretel’s mother’s protests that all she had ever done was for the
good of the people of the village, the elders had her executed.
Gretel had found the books at the age of
sixteen when she was doing menial labor around the garden as commanded by her
stepmother. As she was cleaning the moss and overgrown weeds off of a small
statue, some instinct told Gretel to check the foundations on which it stood.
As she did, her hand fell across a small bump in the stone that pressed in. One
side of the stone cube slid open to reveal a hidden compartment filled with
writings. In those writing she found detailed information from her mother and
other authors on just how “unnatural” tasks could actually be performed.
Studying and practicing whenever she
could get the chance, Gretel soon found that she had a natural ability for
these tasks. In almost no time, she was having the garden tools do her work by
themselves while she used the time to study further and learn more. Her senses
sharpened, her abilities multiplied and grew more powerful, and her plans
became grander as she worked day and night to both learn more and keep her
secret. Gretel was no longer able to add to her savings, as the practice seemed
to make her ravenously hungry, but that mattered little with what she was
discovering. She would avoid her mother’s fate and when she felt Hansel was
ready, she would show him what she could do, wreak an unforgettable punishment
on her father and stepmother and escape somewhere. Anywhere.
But then Hansel had not come home from
the hunt that evening. This was not unheard of; at times when game was hard to find, Hansel had been known to camp for a night and look the
next day. Gretel, however, could not shake the feeling that her brother was in
danger and knew that this was not ordinary worry. As she had grown in her
abilities, she had tapped just barely into the vibrations of reality and had
developed a stronger connection to and awareness of her twin than the light one
that had existed all their lives. The feeling had been
faint, so Hansel might be able to handle himself. Yet the next day, the
sensation of impending danger for him worsened. She would have left then, but
her stepmother had been annoyingly watchful of her servant that day as she
sometimes was, and Gretel did not want to tip her hand until she knew that
Hansel was safe. She could have handled her father and stepmother, but if they
managed to get the attention of anyone else, a mob could form and she did not
have enough power to deal with that yet.
For two days she had been delayed in this
manner, until finally on the third night after Hansel’s disappearance, which
the others simply attributed to him finally slipping away that time, the sense
of danger became so great that she had fled to find him as soon as her father
and stepmother had finally fallen asleep.
And now she was following the trail of
his spirit, steadily feeling herself getting closer to where he was, the sense
of danger now at its peak, but mingled somehow with an odd sense that her twin
was incredibly happy at the moment, almost elated. It puzzled her, and Gretel
stopped for a moment and started to try and focus even harder to actually
develop a connection with him. She was only able to get a flitting, bizarre
impression about hitting a spot before something distracted her and broke the
connection. On the trail before her, she could just barely make out a kind of
shimmering wall, like glass that was somehow flowing and pulsating on its own.
Gretel moved closer to the barrier,
knowing that she could only see it because of her current focused abilities.
She reached a hand out, expecting to touch something and feel solid contact,
but her hand went straight through the seeming barrier. Instead of touching any
actual material, she felt a wave of intense childish fear. It was the cold,
vulnerable fear of unknowable things that lurked under beds and in dark corners
of cellars. Gretel pulled her hand away and knew instantly that this was set to
deter the average person from this path. And Hansel was beyond it.
Focusing her mind to block out the
unpleasant sensation, Gretel stepped back a few paces and made a quick running
jump at the barrier, not wanting it to slow her down at all. As soon as she was
through, she saw the cottage and could feel the powers that dwelled around and
inside it. The sensation was almost cloying and it took Gretel a moment to
adjust before she ran to the front door. Her brother was inside there
somewhere, and she would find him, find out what was happening to him.
Gretel knocked at the door, trying to
keep from pounding as best she could. She waited for a few moments before she
could hear someone moving towards the door. Then suddenly in the intensity of
her focus and emotion, she realized that it was Hansel coming to the door! If
he could answer a door, maybe he was all right. Maybe he had discovered
abilities of his own and found this cabin. Maybe there was no actual danger,
but just urgency to share with her what he had discovered! Maybe she could
simply tell him what she was able to do as well and they could put her plans
into action together! Maybe-
The joyful shout that she was ready to
give her twin died in her throat as she saw a beautiful woman answer the door.
In a fraction of a second, Gretel knew that something was not right. Hansel
should be standing right in front of her, not this woman in a long black
garment. Quickly, Gretel worked to look both lost and hopeful as she spoke to
the woman, taking some of her focus from her abilities.
“Hello,” she said as politely and
sounding as ignorant as she possibly could, “I am sorry to bother you, but I am
currently searching the woods for my brother Hansel. You have not seen him,
have you?”
The woman seemed to look concerned, but
to Gretel she did not feel that way. The impression that Gretel got from this
woman was one of a kind of newfound joy, mingled with some secret knowledge.
Gretel wished she could actually link with this woman’s mind the way she could
on occasion with Hansel. She had half a bizarre hope that in a moment an
illusion would suddenly melt away and Hansel would be standing there with a
grin on his face as though he had just had one of the greatest jests ever. But
this did not feel realistic.
“No, I fear I have not,” said the woman
with an affect of caring and kindness that felt like a lie to Gretel. The more
she thought about the entire situation, the more Gretel did not like it.
“But if you would like to come in for a
moment,” the strange woman continued, “I could possibly help you find him in a
short while if you wish. I simply have to make some preparations for a meal I
am going to have later.”
This all felt more like truth to Gretel,
but it was tinged with something, as though the woman were somehow amused by
this. Gretel nodded, keeping her face looking completely ignorant of what she
felt as she entered. But she would keep her guard up and one way or another,
she would get some answers…
Gretel struggled against the manacles
that bound her wrists, unbelieving for a moment that she was trapped like this.
Try as she might, her abilities and efforts had no effect of any kind on the
cold metal or the support holding her, and she began to realize just how much
power this woman actually had.
She had followed the woman into her house
and on into a large kitchen, the feeling continuing to linger that Hansel was
right in front of her where the woman was standing. Worry, anger, confusion and
a growing fear had clouded her focus and she had not been able to see the woman
for what she was. And upon walking into the kitchen, a wave of unease had hit her.
Hansel had been in this room for a few
days. The fear he had felt hung in the room, radiating from a central point
near one of the wooden supporting pillars. It was easy for her to feel it here
because the trail was not old. It was in fact quite fresh and strong, and at
the sensation of it, that her brother was here not to long ago trying
desperately to think of a way to escape death, Gretel had lost any hint of
composure.
“Where is my brother?” she had asked coldly.
“Do not worry,” had said the woman,
sounding kind and seeming not to understand that the question was directed at
her, “We will look for him in just a moment.”
With the woman’s back to her, Gretel had
held out her hand to focus her energy and channeled all her raging emotions
into a force that slammed into the woman and pinned her to the wall. Holding
her there nearly a foot above the floor with her power, Gretel had then
advanced two steps further into the kitchen.
“Maybe you didn’t understand me,” she had
said with the complete conviction that she was in control now. “I know my
brother was sitting in this kitchen for a few days. I can feel his presence
here even now. Where is Hansel, you bitch!”
To Gretel’s surprise, the woman had not
seemed scared or even shocked, but had simply given a little chuckle. “I
thought I felt some power coming off of you,” she had said casually, “It’s an
impressive raw talent you have. But a pity it’s been so woefully
underdeveloped.”
And without moving a muscle, without even
looking over her shoulder, the woman had somehow sent a wave of force out from
herself that made Gretel’s finely focused power seem little more than the
pressure of a single leaf caught in the wind. It had slammed into Gretel’s
head, sending her back directly into the center support in front of which she
had carelessly stepped. When the back of her head hit the support, the girl had
slumped to the ground, dazed but not completely unconscious. From above her
Gretel had been able to hear a whining sound of metal scraping against wood and
soon that cold metal had wrapped around her wrists and pulled her into a
standing position along the support, almost exactly where her brother had been
for the past few days.
After the fog had lifted from her mind
and she had tried several times to use her abilities on the manacles to no
avail, she took another look at the woman who was now standing only a few feet
away from her and looking Gretel over with what seemed to be a genuine
curiosity.
“Hmmm. This was so simple a few moments ago,”
the woman said, seemingly more to herself than to Gretel. “I had other plans
when I first saw you, but those with talent such as yours are rather rare. You
certainly have strength and some knowledge, even a little cunning. I could
almost think of taking you on as an apprentice. There are so many things I can
teach you.”
Gretel could feel a cold fury growing
inside her at the woman’s casual tone. Despite being chained and clearly
outmatched, she struggled at the manacles, glaring directly into the witch’s
eyes. “The only thing I want from you it know what you did with my brother.”
“Is it not enough to simply know that he
is gone?” the witch asked with a sigh and stepped closer to Gretel, “What will
it help you to think on him now? True power is staring you in the face. If you
would embrace it, you must give up such concerns, because no amount of care or
knowledge will bring him back to you. He could have easily wandered here and
then wandered off on his own, seeking a new life of some sort. Why not think
that and let him go?”
“Because I know you’re lying. He stayed
here for several days and felt real fear for a time of it. And he’s still here
now; I can feel him! Where is he?”
The witch looked at Gretel for a moment
and then slowly let a sadistic smile spread over her face. Her body began to
shimmer and change right before Gretel’s eyes. The clothes the witch was
wearing were gone and as the shimmer faded away, the girl could now see that
the glamour had hidden a hugely distended belly, hanging down from the witch’s
midsection and over her thighs. The skin slowly moved and undulated with odd
shapes here and there all along the large bulge, and Gretel realized something
was moving inside. Her horrified realization came at the same time that the witch
gently patted her belly, tongue idly sliding around that cruel smile. At seeing
the expression on Gretel’s face, the witch simply nodded.
“He was delicious. A
truly mouth-watering squirmer. And he knew the
whole time that I was going eat him eventually. Thankfully, he behaved and he
was able to enjoy that last trip down. And that made it a very delightful meal
for me too. He had so many uses and now he’s right where he belongs” The witch
moaned a bit in pleasure and rubbed her engorged belly gently, licking her lips
as though she could still taste Hansel there in some way, seeming to clearly
enjoy the stricken look on Gretel’s face. “Mmmm. Sometimes ignorance really is bliss isn’t it?”
“It’s… it’s impossible.”
“As you can clearly see, it’s not. Use
that sense of yours if you doubt me.”
And it suddenly was clear, why she had
felt what she did when the witch came to the door. Hansel had been there all
along. And he was still alive. Gretel tried to reach his mind with hers, but
could not seem to find anything.
“Let him out. Let him out now, please;
he’s still alive. I’ll do what you ask, just bring him back somehow.”
“Oh no, I couldn’t do that. I need food,
and he’s going to keep me going for the next several days. And he was so tasty,
I’d probably just gobble him back down as soon as I saw him again,” the witch
taunted with a small laugh. “Besides there would be little
point. I think his mind went around the time I was finishing him up. Too much sensation, too much physical pleasure. That can
happen. Don’t worry; he won’t be alive much longer. And he won’t feel a thing.
Everyone that passes on should be so lucky.”
“You inhuman monster!” Gretel screamed and thrashed against the
chains holding her, “You bitch! I’ll kill you! I’ll kill you! I’ll tear your
heart out! I’ll…”
“Now, now, you are not in a position to
threaten, young one. There is no way to bring him back, nothing you could have
possibly done. Accept that as a reality.”
“…tear you apart…”
“Cease this waste of energy. Though it
seems pointless to offer to you with what you know and how you feel, you have a
choice now, one that very few who venture into this cottage have had. You can
agree to accept the loss of your brother as part of the loss of your old life
and learn what I can offer about your abilities. Or you can feed me as well and
we’ll see if you taste as good as he did. What do you choose?”
Gretel looked down for a few moments
hanging from the chains now, her energy spent but her rage still burning within
her. For that time, she could not think of the words that would express what
she felt inside. Finally her eyes turned up to the witch, that same cold fury
blazing in them. “I swear, whatever it takes, I will end you. And I will make
you suffer.”
With a sigh, the witch nodded. “Of course. Such potential, wasted. But at least you’ll make
a fine meal. Since I doubt you’ll cooperate while you’re here, I think we’ll
get you plumped up and properly seasoned, and in a few days I’ll have a nice
roast. Of course, first we’ll have to see if that’s the right way to cook you.”
The witch moved closer, and Gretel tried
to jerk away when the hands came towards her but was held tight by the chains.
The witch’s hands reached Gretel’s top and tore it off of her in a single, easy
motion. Next went Gretel’s long skirt, and soon the girl was standing naked and
completely vulnerable against the central support. The witch’s hand then moved
to her skin, slowly running along the girl’s abdomen, gently stroking and
occasionally pinching the flesh there. Gretel shivered at the touch, disgusted
that this woman would treat her like a piece of meat. Yet her disgust ran
deeper than mere revulsion at the witch.
Somewhere, in the back of Gretel’s
consciousness, the touch felt incredibly sensual. Though she was not yet fully
conscious of it, Gretel was more ashamed of herself than anything. She had
spent so much time in her studies and practicing that it had been long since
any other person had touched her in any way. She had never been attracted to
another woman in the village, but something felt different about this, as
though it had nothing to do with her usual attraction. And though she was
merely being prodded like any common cut of meat, there was something about the
way the witch’s hands moved that felt so affectionate, such a gentle caress,
that she could not deny a certain physical pleasure.
As the hand moved slowly up and gently
lifted one breast, gently rubbing along the underside and feeling the weight
before moving on to the other, Gretel gave a sharp gasp. She could feel unbidden
warmth already building in her loins, slowly spreading to her belly and thighs
as soon both the witch’s hands were on her breasts, gently kneading and
stroking them.
“Hmmm, very nice…” she heard the witch
mumble as Gretel’s eyes slowly closed, and she forgot where she was. She could
feel her nipples hardening as the soft hands rubbed across them. She could feel
the moisture beginning between her legs and welcomed it for a moment of sheer
pleasure at being touched. And she could hear a low, throaty chuckle as fingers
moved from rubbing to gently pinching her erect nipples.
“My, my. Forgetting ourselves a bit aren’t we?”
the witch’s teasing voice floated to her from somewhere outside the haze of
sensual pleasure.
No,
no, NO! a small voice inside her head screamed, This is wrong! She killed him! She killed your-
But the thought was silenced as Gretel
felt the new, wet caress of a tongue slowly rolling over her right nipple,
teasing it before soft lips gently locked around the tip of her breast,
suckling gently, teeth nibbling lightly. Her own teeth
sank into her lip, biting back a moan as the flood of sensation was soon joined
by expert fingers delicately rubbing at the outer lips of her sex. The fingers stroked and swirled along those
sensitive nether regions, causing heat and moisture to grow, while the lips and
tongue moved to her left breast, giving the hardened nub there the same
treatment. Gretel’s legs buckled and for a few seconds, she was held up only by
the chains on her wrists. And this only seemed to add to the pleasure, being
helplessly locked to the support as those hands and lips toyed with her
mercilessly.
“Mmmm, you are quite tasty. I think I’ll see just
how good you really taste.”
The words seemed to oddly excite Gretel
even more as the lips left her breasts for a moment, the fingers still gingerly
stroking around her sex, slowly beginning to intrude just slightly and moving
back out, gently rubbing at the very center of her pleasure with each entry.
The lips and tongue returned to her flesh, kissing and licking just below her
breasts. The teeth behind those lips began gently taking small nips at her skin
and slowly zigzagging their way down the length of her smooth belly. Each
little nibbling sent an electric wave down to her sex and along Gretel’s spine,
making her shudder uncontrollably. Her moans now easily escaping her lips, her
hips began to grind against those delicately stroking fingers, pushing onto
them as best she could in her bound position.
The mouth continued its gentle progress
down her abdomen and soon the fingers slowly moved from her sex to stroke her
thigh, another hand joining the other thigh and working slowly up and down.
Gretel gave a low whine, almost like that of an animal, at the loss of the fingers,
but was soon gasping as the tongue began stroking along her sex, lapping at the
moisture there. The tongue moved along the outer lips, stroking straight and
moving in circles as well as other patterns, teasing around her cavity. The
fingers tickled wonderfully along her thighs now, and Gretel shoved her hips
hard onto the mouth. The tongue responded by slowly pushing its way into her
center, while the lips kissed and worked against her labia. The tongue swept
over her clitoris, moving it gently but firmly in smooth, easy pattern, a light
pressure beginning to push Gretel towards the edge of pleasure.
Sweeping it between those soft lips, the
tongue continued oscillating the small nub steadily, while the lips suckled and
teased around it, coaxing more of Gretel’s juices to flow. Moaning and gasping
as her lustful pleasure rose, Gretel ground her hips deeper onto that mouth,
eagerly pushing the center of her pleasure down onto the working tongue. All
the while, the fingers squeezed her thighs, stroking around them, working up to
her buttocks and squeezing lightly, only to return to her thighs again in an
endless loop, send waves of seemingly impossible orgasmic pleasure through the
girl’s body.
And soon, at a particular flick of the
tongue, a caress of the lips, a light pinching stroke of the fingers, Gretel’s
mind exploded in bliss. Every inch of her skin tingled as the climax rocked
through her body, arching her spine and flooding her sex. The tongue did not
stop, but continued to lap, seeming eager for the juices and flavors Gretel had
to offer, driving her further into deeper climaxes, one after another blazing
through every fiber of her being.
Her entire body clenched, Gretel rode the
waves of pleasure. She had never felt something so intense, had never been able
to experience this level of pleasure as climax followed climax, seeming to
sweeten as they went. Finally, after several long moments of pleasure, she
could feel her body becoming spent. Her muscles slowly started to relax even as
the tongue worked to clean as much as it could from her sex. As she hung limp
from the chains, the mouth and hands finally left her body. And though she
could not have gone any more, Gretel ached for the touch to continue in that
longing that always followed such pleasure when contact was finally broken.
A wet, smacking sound greeted the girl as
the witch cleaned her own lips of the fluid. “Mmmmm,”
the witch moaned in pleasure, “That was delicious. You’d make a wonderful
roast. Or just about any other meal. So many possibilities.”
Gretel’s eyes flew open and in a moment
of almost painful shock, she remembered everything; where she was, what was
happening, and what this woman had done. Gasping once more, this time in shame,
she could not believe what had just happened. How could she have forgotten? How
could she have allowed herself to be swept up with what she knew? Her eyes
locked on the floor, trying to will those past few moments away, trying to
think of some reason that it had not been her.
“There’s nothing wrong with enjoying
physical pleasure,” the witch said, and it almost sounded kind but for the
gleeful undertone that Gretel could barely hear in her voice, “No matter what
the circumstances, one might as well enjoy what one can.”
“You!” Gretel spat, her eyes suddenly locking
on the witch’s once more. “You did something to me! You bewitched my mind! I’d
never…”
The witch simply chuckled at this and
shook her head. “Always the same silly misconceptions.
I didn’t touch your mind, only your body. And it seemed more than willing to
enjoy that touch on its own.”
As Gretel glared at the smirking witch,
she noticed something else that had escaped her in her moments of unsuitable
pleasure. The large distended belly still hung on the witch, but it was no
longer squirming or moving at all. It just sat and swayed with the witch’s
movements, and Gretel knew that Hansel had expired while she was rocking her
hips against this woman’s mouth. Crestfallen, she slumped against the pillar,
losing what fight she had left.
“Poor dear,” the witch said without any
hint of true sympathy, “You’ll adjust in the next few days. You’ll find that
the pain will lessen. There’s nothing you could do and there’s nothing you can
do. Now, I’m going to get some rest. It’s been a busy day, if rather enjoyable.
I won’t see you until morning.”
A bed and a plate of food appeared before
Gretel with a slight wave of the witch’s hand. The food was piled high, and the
bed looked quite warm and soft, but Gretel was not interested in either at the
moment.
“That plate will refill when you need it
to until morning. Eat up and eat hearty. We’ll have to get you nice and plump
for the oven. Or wherever you wind up.”
When Gretel did not respond in any way,
the witch simply left, slowly rubbing her engorged belly and listening to it
work away at her last big meal. She looked forward to the next one, even though
she felt a certain disappointment.
Gretel spent a few hours simple dangling,
then sitting when the bonds suddenly allowed her too, moving through the wood
by the witch’s powers. Eventually her stomach started to grumble and she pulled
the plate over to her lethargically, having little interest in the actual act
of eating. The food smelled and looked delicious, but even as she plucked a
piece from the plate, she remembered some of the witch’s parting words.
We’ll
have to get you nice and plump for the oven…
As renewed defiance sparked within her,
Gretel threw the plate against a leg of the table. The bitch wouldn’t win
everything. She might not be able to escape, but she wouldn’t fatten herself up
like cattle. No matter how hungry she got, no matter how much she felt the
gnawing at her belly, Gretel vowed she would not eat. Not one single bite. She
lay down on the floor as night fell, not even using the bed, and worked at getting
to sleep, using just a bit of her abilities to calm herself and her stomach.
She at least still had control over that.
Gretel awakened to the feeling of being
yanked up by her arms and forced to sit up. Her head bumped the pillar slightly
as the chains tightened and retracted back into the wood. Grimacing from the
pain and clearing the cobwebs from her mind, she looked to see the witch
standing over her without a stitch of clothing. The large belly had shrunk some
during the night, but it still hung very full and heavy as a grim reminder of
what had occurred.
“So you decided to throw a little tantrum
last night instead of eating,” the witch said, glancing and tilting her head,
indicating the smashed plate. “You must have been hungry, so why not eat?”
“Maybe,” Gretel returned with a smirk on
her face and a bit of fire in her eyes, “But you should get used to the idea of
a stringy, skinny meal, because I will not eat one single bite for you. I might
even starve to death before you get around to me.”
“It’s not wise to try my patience girl,”
said the witch matter-of-factly, but Gretel could detect a slight edge to her
voice. With a wave of the witch’s hand, the plate and food vanished from the
floor and returned to where they had been set before. “You’ll only make
yourself suffer in many ways with these petty attempts to spite me. And what
makes you think you have a choice in this matter?”
“You cannot make me eat, even if you put
ten plates of food in front of me.”
A cheerful smile grew on the witch’s face
at this. It was the sort of cheerfulness that made Gretel wonder if she had not
made a horrible mistake. “Oh can’t I, dear? Well let’s do a little testing on
your idea.”
Instantly, nine identical plates of food
appeared in a ring around Gretel along with the first. All were piled high, and
the witch gently stepped over them, calmly moving to straddle Gretel as the
chains held her sitting against the pillar. Kneeling down, the witch rested her
full weight on Gretel’s legs, pinning them down while the weight of her gut
pressed against the girl’s own torso. She was held almost completely immobile
as the witch grabbed a roll from the first plate. Her other hand flew to
Gretel’s nose and pinched it shut. Gretel almost instantly opened her mouth to
breathe and the roll was stuffed inside.
She attempted to spit it out, but the
witch’s hand was instantly at her jaw, forcing it closed and working it herself to make Gretel teeth chew the roll. When the fingers
found her nose again, Gretel tried to hold on, but eventually had to start
swallowing just to make room for a breath. The roll slid down quite easily, and
Gretel’s stomach growled for more as she gasped in air.
“Hmm,” the witch said with a smirking
tone, “I believe you just swallowed one single bite. But of course, you
shouldn’t be too relieved. You see we have to do a thorough test, so you’re
going to swallow every single bite on
all these ten plates I’ve put in front of you.”
Gretel looked horrified as the witch
grabbed a chunk of meat from the first plate and repeated the process, forcing
her to swallow. This occurred several times with bits of food from the first
plate, until Gretel soon found that the witch was no longer working her jaw,
but that she was chewing on her own out of habit. And throughout this, she
could not deny a similar spark of pleasure at the contact as the witch
straddled her, a spark that caused her a great deal of shame.
As bits of meat, vegetables, bread and
other various foods were shoved at her face, Gretel
began to realize just how hungry she was and soon was acting on instinct as the
witch reached the second plate.
She ate and ate greedily, her lips and
tongue occasionally working over the tips of the witch’s fingers which gave her
a strange erotic shiver in her spine. That body was so close, pressed against
her, and once again, Gretel began to lose the sense of where she was. The food
was actually quite delicious, and the soft skin being pressed against her felt
warm and wonderful after a night of sleeping on the cold floor. Soon the
cheeses, rolls, and occasional sweet treats were not being shoved into her
mouth but delicately placed there.
The witch smiled as she watched Gretel
eat. She worked her way through the plates of food, picking and choosing what
flavors would follow each other best as well as what would make the girl nice
and plump for the meal to come. It felt wonderful to see and feel this morsel
getting as lost now as she had yesterday, when the witch had decided to have a
little fun with her. She continued to feed Gretel, noticing more and more that
the girl was kissing the tips of her fingers and finding the sensation
delightful. Her sex moistened gently and the witch slowly rubbed herself even
as she fed her meal.
After a long while of being fed and
eating, Gretel began to feel full again. But the food did not stop coming. As
more and more of it crossed her lips, Gretel began to feel bloated indeed. Soon
she felt as if she could not eat another bite and did not respond the next time
a bit of cake was pushed to her lips, having barely forced down the last chunk
of beef.
“Oh no… we’re not done yet…” came the
breathy voice of the witch as Gretel began to remember somewhat where she was.
“We’re actually only halfway there.”
Gretel’s eyes widened as she heard this
and the cake was forced into her mouth. She swallowed as she had been doing
habitually, but was sure she would not be able to finish this. She would burst
from this torture.
“You can… do it…” the witch said, and
Gretel could feel her gently rocking on top of her legs, the girl’s eyes
closing as she leaned back against the pillar. “You’ll just have to… mmmm… process everything a little faster.”
And somehow Gretel understood what the
witch meant. She used some of her abilities to control her own body, breaking
down her food more quickly. She found that she had room for even more as she
worked her body, also allowing her stomach to stretch just a little bit
further, even as it gurgled and churned away on its contents.
The girl began savoring the food now,
enjoying it just as much as the first several plates, if not more so. As she
was steadily fed, she could feel the witch rubbing against her a bit more,
sending little erotic pulses through her body. The pulses came more quickly the
more the witch pressed into her and she could hear the witch moaning lightly as
the feeding continued.
“Last… plate,” she soon said through
heavy breathing. The witch was in the midst of several climaxes as she plucked
the bits of food from the tenth and final plate, already feeling Gretel’s belly
growing against her own. As she rocked against her own fingers, the witch
gently placed a few cubes of cheese on Gretel’s tongue, letting the girl slowly
slurp them off the fingers of her other hand. Soon a few pieces of rich
chocolate were all that was left. The witch lifted each one to Gretel’s lips
and held onto the last piece as Gretel tried to take it. “Ah, ah, ah,” the with muttered through her orgasmic rush, “Just let it
melt in your mouth.”
Gretel heard these words with her eyes
shut, experiencing a certain ecstasy as felt so full and bloated on good food
and the wonderful press of another body against hers. She understood after a
moment what the woman meant and gently wrapped her lips around the fingers and
the piece of chocolate, slowly letting it melt all over the fingers and her
tongue. As it did, she gently sucked and licked the fingers clean, pulling all
of the chocolate down her throat, that last little
morsel of food. As the fingers left her mouth, the witch’s other hand slowly
came up and pressed against her lips. There was something sticky left over on
the other fingers and she eagerly began to clean them too, tasting a sweetness like honey but not quite, devouring it
ravenously and swallowing it down.
“Ahhh, there
you go,” said the witch’s voice, “Now you’re looking nice and plump already.
You’d make quite a juicy roast if that’s what I decide.”
Gretel’s eyes flew open as the witch
moved off of her and stood up. It had happened again. She looked down at her
belly and saw that she had already grown a nicely rounding gut despite her vow
last night. She had completely lost herself in that shameful physical pleasure
and forgotten about everything else. Again. Anger
flared in her once more, both in herself and towards the wretched creature
stand over her. “You… bitch,” Gretel muttered, panting in her confusion and
rage. “Never… again.”
“Hmm, this is going to be a problem. You
get so caught up in all these emotions that you only behave if I’m sitting here
stroking you. You’re brother wasn’t nearly so much trouble. Of course he had a
good example to motivate him from the beginning. It seems I’ll have to get a
bit creative with you. Though there is one thing that worked on another stubborn
meal a few years back…”
The witch held out her hand and a sharp
cleaver appeared in it. She kneeled down quickly over Gretel and grasped the
girl’s leg with her other hand, holding it to the ground in a vice like grip.
Gretel had a moment to realize just what the witch was doing before the cleaver
came down right at her ankle, severing her foot neatly from her leg.
Gretel screamed in pain, unable to hold
back this time as the witch simply picked up the foot with her free hand.
Having practiced light healing with her abilities several times before, Gretel
was able to instinctively seal the wound off, but the pain did not abate so
easily.
“Now I have a little between-meals snack
that I’ll enjoy later,” said the witch casually as Gretel cringed and whimpered
on the ground, “I want to have quite a good meal when I prepare you, but it’ll
be a problem if you don’t eat. And I can’t spend all day making sure you’re
feeling lusty so that I can feed you. So if you eat what is placed in front of
you for the rest of the day, your foot will actually grow back by the morning.
Kind of like a lizard’s tail. If you’re standing on a new foot when I wake you
up, I’ll give you a good breakfast and I might even give you a bit of that
stroking you seem to like so much. If you’re still sitting here and being
stubborn, I’ll just cut something else off and have another snack. And I’ll
keep doing that until I get to something that you really want back. Or until
there’s not much of you but a few leftovers.”
And with that, the witch walked out of
the kitchen, leaving Gretel alone to her thoughts and her pain. The next time
food was placed in front of Gretel, she looked at it thoughtfully for a couple
moments. She had healed the wound of her ankle and she could surely heal the
other one. In her current situation what were her feet anyway? Wasn’t her will
to keep the witch from her pleasure strong enough to avoid this platter? Then
she thought of the fact that she really had no idea what the witch would cut
off next.
Slowly, feeling truly broken and hopeless
for the first time since entering the cottage, Gretel pulled the plate towards
her. She ate lethargically, finishing the food as best she could, forcing
herself to eat through her sorrow. And when the next plate of food came several
hours later she did the same, her mind burning over a million different ideas
as the hours ticked away, and rejecting each one for one reason or another.
As she was finishing a late dinner that
had been placed in front of her, Gretel felt a horrible wave of frustration and
anger come over her. She had given up. She had forgotten her brother twice now
and let the witch toy with her as she willed. And now she was actually helping
to make sure that vile woman would enjoy eating her! How could she have sunk so
low! In all her life, even in the worst times, she had never truly broken, had
always been ready to fight somehow or to plan or-!
All of Gretel’s thoughts stopped as she
noticed something out of the corner of her eye. That heavy table had just
jostled slightly. Gretel summoned up a bit more anger and focused her
abilities, watching the table jiggle slightly as she willed it. She had been so
busy trying to work on the chains or the pillar that Gretel had not even
thought to test the surrounding object in the kitchen.
Gretel knew that she could not attempt a
direct attack on the witch or even use any kind of ability while the witch was
watching. The woman would simply swat her power away as easily as a fly. But
there had to be some way to use this. Gretel thought on this and tried to
figure out a way to free herself and escape. But there
was something more important. She didn’t just want to get away. She wanted to
make sure that this ended here. She wanted to destroy this creature somehow. There
had to be a way. She owed Hansel that, to at least try. Thinking about this as
time went by, Gretel eventually drifted off into sleep.
Gretel was sitting in the kitchen; her
foot had grown back in the night just as promised. The witch stood above her,
and she was smiling, her belly shrunk a bit more, morning light streaming into
the kitchen.
“See, now you’re behaving. And because of
that, I have a really special treat for you. But you have to close your eyes if
you really want it.”
And for some reason she really wanted
this special treat right now. It just felt wonderful that there were
possibilities for pleasure here if she did the right things. Eagerly, she
closed her eyes, ready for whatever was to come, realizing that she could at
least be happy hear in her last couple days.
“Now open wide,” the voice of the witch
floated to her.
Gretel did as she was told, opening her
mouth as wide as she could, wondering what wonderful meal would be given to her
now. It was not long before she felt two slabs of meat shoved into her mouth,
pushing her cheeks out. This certainly felt like a big meal, but Gretel knew
that she could get it down. She had eaten ten plates of food the day before.
What couldn’t she handle?
The meat was delicious, its flavor
dancing across her tongue as it continued to get wider, seeming to join into
other even larger slabs. Gretel swallowed greedily now. She didn’t care about
the shame she had felt before. If something here tasted and felt this good, she
could endure anything from the witch for it. Her belly was swelling with this
delicious food and it felt delightful.
“You can open your eyes now dear.”
And Gretel did open her eyes and looked
up. Her lips were wrapped around Hansel’s chest now, and half of his body was
already curled up inside her. Looking up into his face, she could see a glazed
over look, his eyes as empty and limp as his body seemed now. She continued to
swallow as the witch pushed and shoved, until soon she had swallowed him
completely.
“Didn’t I tell you he was yummy?” the
witch asked with a little titter.
Gretel rubbed her full, bulging belly and
nodded. Licking her lips, she smiled at the witch seductively. “Mmmm, he was delicious. And it’s not like I needed him. He
only ever dragged me down and kept me stuck in that house. Now he’ll only drag
me down for a few more days.”
Then a loud belch escaped her and she
laughed. It was a laugh that echoed through the kitchen, a cruel laugh that
reverberated all throughout the cottage.
Gretel woke from the dream in a cold sweat,
breathing heavily. She realized as she came back to the real world that tears
were streaming down her face. Almost instantly she leaned over and threw up the
last meal that she had eaten. She half expected to see the witch standing
somewhere nearby, giggling at her. But the cottage was silent except for her
panting, and it was still the dark of night.
The dream had been horrible, but she
could relax at least a small amount now. It had only been a dream. She could
still think of a way out of this if she just concentrated. She focused on the
table once more, just making it jiggle lightly, but nothing that would make too
much noise. She looked at the table and the other pieces around the kitchen,
thinking of their construction and some way that she could use them. Between
the dream and the effort of concentration and the fact that she had missed a
fair amount of sleep already in the past few days, Gretel’s head began to ache.
She had to stop concentrating and relax.
And that was when she got the idea.
Surely the witch was subject to at least a few limitations. It was all in the
head. If she could find a way to make use of that, she might just be able to do
something to stop her. But she would have to figure out some way to truly make
use of it without the witch simply making a mockery of her attempt and
punishing her for it afterwards. She continued thinking and meditating on this
until she slipped into another, thankfully dreamless, sleep.
This time, Gretel’s awakening was much
more pleasant. The smell of breakfast cooking slowly reached her as she lay on
the feather bed next to the pillar. For a moment, Gretel actually enjoyed the
aromas drifting to her from the kitchen proper. Her stomach growled and she
could almost imagine that she was somewhere pleasant, where a husband was kind
enough to make her breakfast in bed. But as her hands moved to her belly and
felt the new girth there, she remembered exactly where she was.
Rising from the feather bed, Gretel found
that her foot had indeed grown back to normal in the night and that it was
perfectly easy to stand once again. Her belly had also swelled quite a bit for
just a single night. She looked down and ran her hands over the perfectly
rounded paunch that had grown on her, jutting out almost as far as her breasts.
The rest of her body had been unaffected by the food, just that plumpness at
her gut, and she could feel her hunger for more quite keenly now.
As she looked into the kitchen, the
chains immediately tightened into the wood once more, pulling her back to stand
at the pillar, arms above her. The witch glanced over from where she was
cooking with a little smile, looking approvingly at Gretel’s belly.
“Glad to see you made the best choice
yesterday,” she said, and then the smile faded a bit and her eyes looked
severe, “Though I was disappointed that you still tried to wretch some of your
meal up last night.”
Remembering the middle of the night,
Gretel stared down at the floor, the dream coming back to her. “Really bad
dream…” she muttered. Her voice still held an edge of defiance as she
explained, but she did not seem to hold much of that fire any more and did not
add anything. She simply worked to focus on something else and avoid thinking
about the nightmare.
“Ah, well I suppose we can hardly blame
you for that,” the witch said, seeming to brighten again. “Your breakfast is
almost ready, so I hope you’ll eat well. I’ll even have a little something with
you this morning.”
The chains began to stretch just long
enough for Gretel to reach one side of the table as the witch set a plate there
before her, piled high with flapjacks and sausages. The witch sat on the other
side of the table, setting a plate before her that held the foot she had cut
off the day before, browned earlier in a skillet.
Gretel knew somewhere inside that she
should be shocked, appalled, angered, even possibly a bit afraid at this
gesture. But she could not muster the energy for it, not any more. She simply
looked at the witch’s “breakfast” and said, “Must you?” in a tone that held
more exasperation than anything.
“Why yes, I must,” the woman said, not
looking up at the girl, “To me it smells delicious and will help keep me fueled
for a slight bit longer. In this way, I have to time to prepare and eat you
tomorrow evening rather than trying to rush things in the morning.”
Bringing a second bite of food to her
lips, Gretel stopped as she heard this, staring at her plate and not looking
up. After a moment she finished the bite that was on her fork and looked up at
the woman to see her biting each of the toes off the foot.
“So soon then? Hansel couldn’t even hold you for a
week?” the girl said bitterly.
“Well I’ve been a little active with you,
and that tends to speed up my metabolism. I’ve had to use a bit more power with
you and a bit more general energy. But you’ll more than make up for it
tomorrow. Someone with power like yours will make an even more satisfying
meal.”
Gretel ate in silence for a few moments.
She methodically moved the fork from the plate to her mouth, taking in bites
and filling her hunger, but barely recognizing the flavors. She could not enjoy
the food, but could not put forth the energy right now to be defiant or show
any attitude. She could hear the witch greedily devouring her own breakfast,
listening to the wet smacking sounds as she ate slowly. There was a question on
her mind that she knew she could not ask, but she could not help her curiosity.
“How are you going to eat me?”
“Ah, I’ve thought about that the last few
days,” the witch said, and Gretel could almost hear her smile, “It’s been a
long time since I had a good meat pie, and I think you’ll fit quite nicely into
one. I’ll be spending most of tomorrow making the crust, and then bake you up.”
Having nothing to say at this, Gretel
merely finished her breakfast even as she could hear the witch finishing her
own. When she finally looked up from the empty plate, she could see the woman
licking her fingers clean, moaning slightly as she enjoyed the last taste.
“I’m full,” Gretel muttered simply. And
the witch merely nodded and stood up as well, giving Gretel a moment to move
out of the large table before the chains pulled her back to the pillar. Moving
back over to the pillar, Gretel noticed for the first time that the witch now
only had a slight bulge in her gut, smaller than Gretel’s own now.
“It’s nice to see you’re starting to
accept your fate. If only you’d made the right decision early on, you could be
an apprentice instead of pie filling. But if you’re good for the rest of the
day, I might take some of your pain away when you’re in the oven. Some.”
Then the witch was gone, but her last
taunt stayed with Gretel, echoing in her mind. Gretel had every intention of
being good for the rest of the day as far as the witch was concerned, but she
had absolutely no intention of lying down and being cooked easily.
She looked at the table again. There was
something about it that continued to draw her attention. If only she could
figure out what. She could try to use her powers to hurl it at the witch
sometime, but the woman would simply parry that away as soon as it was coming.
A flying table was not exactly subtle.
Don’t
think about what it is,
came a voice suddenly in the back of Gretel’s mind, Think about what it can be.
Shivering a bit, Gretel felt as though
she recognized that voice and the words that had been spoken to her many times
when she was trying to solve a problem of some sort. Those words had always
been used to encourage her to think in different ways. Even from a young age,
her true mother had taught her well.
She closed her eyes and then looked at
the table again, taking it in from all angles. Sturdy wood, held together by
nails of good quality. The legs held to the frame by longer nails. And that was
when Gretel realized a possibility.
Slowly she used her ability to begin
pulling the nails from the closest leg, working as best she could to do so
silently. Some she sent away to the corners of the room where they would
hopefully be missed, but one she brought over to the bottom of the pillar,
masking it with a glamour. She could only hope that
the witch would not see this immediately in some way. Making sure that the
table was balanced and that the leg would not fall, Gretel calmed herself. Her
heart had been pounding the whole time.
She had a basic idea and as the hours
ticked by, she began to form it into a plan that could easily work. Her
concentration was broken when the witch came in around noon time, beginning to
prepare her lunch. Gretel worked hard to seem as broken and forlorn as she had
in the morning, dangling lazily from the pillar and staring at the floor.
From the corner of her eye, she watched
the witch and knew what she would have to do. She would have to take care of
part of her plan tonight, when she knew she would not be disturbed and wait for
the right time to strike tomorrow. This would most likely come when the witch
was enmeshed in her cooking. She always seemed a bit distracted at these times
anyway, and Gretel could only hope that it would be more so when she was
preparing for her grand meal.
A plate of hot sandwiches was placed
before Gretel and the chains loosened once more so that she could reach it to
eat.
“Eat hearty as always, dear. You’ve been
coming along so nicely. And after lunch, you’re going to have a nice dessert.
If you really appreciate it and eat well, you might convince me to make some of
tomorrow pleasant.”
Gretel ate the sandwiches hungrily while
the witch watched, already feeling her belly grow as she devoured the entire
plate. She ate methodically as she had in the morning, but a bit more quickly,
without talking. She wanted to get this over with and get the witch out of the
room. She did not like thinking that any moment the woman might notice that
something was amiss.
As she finished the last bite of the
sandwiches, the chains began to pull back into the wood, but lower than usual.
Gretel was able to move her arms slightly, but had to either kneel or sit in
order to be comfortable. She looked up and the witch sauntered over to her,
smiling as she stood in front of Gretel. The girl’s hands could not reach the
witch at all, but her head was right next to the woman’s thigh.
“Very good. Now you’re going to have me for
dessert,” the witch said with a little giggle as her hand reached down and took
hold of Gretel’s hair gently, “I really need a few licks right now. I know you
can do it. So give me what I need.”
Trying to recoil as the strong hand began
to guide her head towards the witch’s groin, Gretel
could smell her lust shuddering at the thought of pleasuring and tasting this
woman. And yet some part of her was not shivering from fear or disgust.
Knowing there was no way to escape this,
Gretel slowly pushed her tongue out and gave a tentative first lick of the
witch’s sex, tasting the juices that had already started to flow there. The
taste held a certain familiarity that was not altogether unpleasant, and Gretel
gave another gently lick along the outside, taking some of the juices into her
mouth this time and swallowing them. The feeling and the taste had a
transporting effect and Gretel once more felt her eyes closing and felt her
mind drifting away from where she was.
Her tongue worked slowly over the outer
lips now, gently stroking them and she began to her
moans above her as she slowly pressed harder and harder, tasting more of the
fluids that were released. She moaned also, actually enjoying the taste, having
never realized just how wonderful this could possibly be. Gretel’s tongue began
to gently press upwards, working first the tip into the warm cavity and then
pushing farther, finding slightly new flavors along that inner path as she
began to press her face in that moist center.
Feeling a gentle tingle from her own sex,
Gretel’s hand stroked gently across her thigh and down to her center. Her
fingers began slowly fondling her sensitive sex in time with her lapping along
the warm wetness poised above her. She steadily swallowed more of the fluids
now, allowing her tongue to work deeper even as her fingers did the same for
herself. She listened to the gasps of pleasure from above her with delight,
feeling her pleasure rising from deep within.
Soon her tongue began gently teasing the
outside again, pressing against the outer lips once more and slowly swirling
around them, heading to search for the little nub of pleasure, her fingers
already finding her own quite easily. Listening still to the cries of bliss
above her, Gretel’s tongue soon found what she was seeking, slowly pressing
against the hardened clitoris. Her tongue moved the nub gently in lines and
circles, finding new patterns as she listened to and tasted for the reactions,
coaxing more and more of the juices to slide gently into her mouth.
Beginning to climax easily after several
moments of fingering her sex, Gretel rode the wave of several orgasms, her
tongue growing quicker with each one until she heard shouts of ecstasy from
above her and felt another climax along her tongue, fluids flowing freely into
her mouth and down her chin as she continued to work at both herself and the
nub poised at her tongue, bathing in the blissful rush of climax after climax.
After a long while, Gretel could feel the
flow tapering off, losing some momentum herself as the orgasms finally began to
wear down. Feeling that the hand was no longer gripping her head, she slowly
dropped down away from the sex above her, licking her lips clean of its juices
as she sighed and heard another sigh come from above her.
“Mmm, that was
wonderful,” the voice said above her, bring Gretel back to her surroundings
once more. “You’ve certainly earned yourself some relief tomorrow evening. I’m
really looking forward to it.”
With that the witch walked out, moving a
bit slowly as Gretel opened her eyes. She managed to keep her body calm, but
inside she was furious. That was the third time the witch had made her forget
about where she was and what that woman had done. The third time she had been
used and forced into some twisted pleasure with that vile creature.
As the day went on and meals were served
without the witch demanding anything extra from Gretel, the girl put up a
façade of complacency each time. But all the while, she nurtured that hate that
was still burning inside her and thought of the best time to strike when the
witch was planning to cook her tomorrow.
When night fell and the witch finally
left the room for the last time, Gretel picked up the nail from where it sat
next to the pillar. She worked at each of the manacles, hoping that somehow
they would not be blocked against such mundane means the way they were blocked
against her abilities.
After two hours of work, just when she
was able to give up and resign herself to the oven or at least some sort of
petty spite, the manacle she had been working on clicked open. Shocked and
elated, Gretel worked at the other manacle, trying to repeat exactly what she
had been doing when the first popped open and managed to find the exact action
within half an hour.
Gretel thought about trying to find where
the witch slept and simply strike now, but realized that she could probably
wander this entire cottage for a year and never quite find the witch’s bedroom.
Instead, she practiced the motions she would need when the time was right the
next day until she was only able to count to two when the motions had been finished.
She was about to go to sleep when she
realized that the witch would likely wake up before her. And if she saw that
the manacles were no longer attached, the plan would be for naught. Trying to
think of a way to make sure she woke up at the right time, Gretel realized she
would have to stay up all night long in order to have the plan work. She could
use some of her abilities to stave off sleep. But that might use up some of the
weight she had gained. And if the witch saw any shrinkage in her now rather
large belly, it might be clear that something was not as it should be.
Gretel searched and racked her mind for a
solution and then saw the plate that had been left for her dinner. Looking at
it, she remembered something the witch had said and thought, I’m hungry, I want food, I need food, I’m hungry, as hard as she could. As she watched, the
plate filled up with food and she began to eat ravenously, repeating this
process as the night wore on, until she could see dawn slowly breaking though
one of the windows.
As she saw this, Gretel grabbed the
manacles and held onto them, hoping that the witch would be too busy to notice
this as she went about her day. Today, one way or another, it would be over.
It was a few hours before the witch came
into the kitchen. Gretel was already eating another plate of food when she came
in and started for the kitchen proper. She stopped and smiled at what she saw.
“My, aren’t you up early today.”
“Trouble sleeping,” Gretel said,
continuing to stare at the plate and sounding as lost and broken as she could.
The witch looked over her again and
seemed pleased at the fact that Gretel’s belly had grown even a bit more. “A few midnight snacks?”
Gretel simply nodded silently as she ate.
“All the better to
plump you up a bit more, my dear.”
And with that small barb, the witch began
bustling around the kitchen, grabbing up ingredients and slowly whipping them
together. She seemed lost in her work and Gretel thought about striking now,
but felt that she should wait. She wanted to seem broken and let the witch get
completely immersed in her work. She simply waited, staring off into the floor
as the witch scurried around the kitchen, meditating all the while and going
over what would happen.
After a few more hours, the witch was
warming up the oven and beginning to shape the dough into a very large pan for
the crust that Gretel was supposed to go inside.
“Just a little while longer…” the witch
muttered, almost more to herself than to her captive.
Yes, Gretel thought, noticing the witch’s
distraction, just a little while longer.
The witch moved to check the heat of the
oven, having perfectly shaped the crust, and Gretel knew that the time was now.
The next time the witch turned around, all her attention would be on Gretel to
collect her and force her somehow into that waiting pan. She counted in her
head as she made her move.
One… She flew from the pillar as the
table leg flew to her hands, her abilities keeping the table standing and
silent. She heard the chains pulling into the wood once more realizing that the
witch still knew that she was moving, but did not know that she was no longer
chained. Two… The witch’s head began to turn to smile mockingly at Gretel, but
before it could turn completely it was battered with a crushing blow from the
table leg in Gretel’s hands.
The witch lurched forward, stunned, and
Gretel did not wait a single instant. She brought the table down several more
times, not giving the woman a chance to right herself, regain her focus, or
recover in any way. As she swung the table leg, almost unbelieving that her
plan had actually worked, Gretel let all of her pent up rage flow into each
blow.
“Do you find that amusing, you bitch?”
Crack. “Have a clever retort?” Crack. “Three times!”
Crack. “Three times you made me forget!” Crack. “Three times you used me!”
Crack. “That dream!” Crack. “Shoving that crap down my
throat!” Crack. “I hate you!”
Crack! “Diiiie! Just fucking DIE!”
It continued for several moments until
Gretel heard that the witch’s moans had stopped and she seemed to be lying
still. Panting heavily she calmed down some and was ready to drop the table leg
and run when she saw the witch was already stirring, her battered skull
beginning to knit itself together.
“Oh no. You’re never leaving this room alive,”
she said with a cold fury. Gretel looked around the kitchen. There had to be
some way to finish off this creature for good. And her eyes locked on the oven.
She would have been frightened if she could see the sadistic smile twisting her
lips. It would have been very familiar.
“Time for dinner,” she mocked as she
picked the witch up with surprising ease and opened the oven door. “Let’s see
how nicely you’ll cook up!”
Gretel tossed the witch into the large
oven, directly onto a metal rack where the pan would have gone. Slamming the
door shut, she threw a locking lever that she had noticed into place, holding
the door shut. She watched through the window as the witch began to feel the
intense heat, the woman’s concentration still broken. Gretel enjoyed the view
as she saw a hand feebly press against the glass window of this strange oven.
And then she had another idea as she saw the skin already beginning to blister
and burn.
She had intended to simply burn the witch
and leave her in the oven, but Gretel did not know just how much such a
powerful woman could recover if she had to. And it would only be fair that the
witch suffer as much as Hansel must have. And after all, Gretel was feeling
rather hungry after all that effort. She waited a while longer, grabbing a
glove that was hanging from a rack in the kitchen as she watched the witch go
limp again.
Opening the oven door once more, Gretel
grabbed the witch by the hair and dragged her out, slamming her on the ground
as she did so. She dragged the burnt woman over to the table and hoisted her up
onto it, laying her out across it. Using a bit of her abilities on herself to
make sure she could accomplish what she wanted, Gretel could not helping
licking her lips a bit. The smell was actually rather delicious.
“You told me to eat and eat hearty,” she
said grinning at the still limp form lying on the table. “Well I should do what
you said. Wouldn’t want to disappoint, would I? Need to be nice and fattened
up.”
And with that, she slowly opened her
mouth wide and pulled the witch’s head towards it. She wrapped her lips around
the crown of the head, stretching herself with ease as she began to slowly
slide over that singed hair. Her hands pulled the witch along the table as she
knelt at the edge, working her lips up over the eyes and nose, eventually over
the chin and around the neck, getting a first good mouthful.
As she stretched and pulled herself,
Gretel found the taste exquisite, and for a fourth time she was transported
into sheer bliss. But no shame intruded this time. She felt deserving of this
pleasure. Righteous, as she slowly began to swallow the witch, pulling the head
gently into her stretching throat. This time she would open her eyes and watch.
This time she felt that incredible pleasure already beginning to tingle up from
her sex at the taste and the feel, but would remain completely aware of where
she was and why she felt it.
She pulled the witch’s shoulders into her
lips now, nibbling gently at the delicious flesh there, pulling with her hands
and her working gullet now, eagerly shoving the witch
further into her body. She could feel the witch’s head pushing out her throat
and soon her chest and that full feeling was incredible. Greedily she pushed
forward, onto the witch’s arms and just above her breasts, amazed at how easily
she could stretch around her entire body.
As she devoured the woman and slowly let
her lips push over the full, rounded breasts, she could see the feet of the
witch starting to move just slightly, legs twitching a bit as she watched some
of the burn marks beginning to fade just a bit. So, the bitch could recover
from this? Let her. Gretel knew where she was going and by the time the witch
could have any hope of concentrating again, Gretel would be digesting her. The
thought made Gretel moan and she slipped a hand down to her sex to help that
slowly growing tingle, even as she continued to swallow her captor down.
Her lips passed over the breasts,
squeezing the cooked mounds of flesh into her mouth. She chewed at them, a bit
hard, and felt a twinge from the head inside her chest. Gretel wondered if the
witch could feel pain still. She hoped so. Chewing and grinding her teeth at
the breasts for a few moments, Gretel swallowed again, her stomach growling now
as more and more meat began to fill her. With each bit that she took down,
Gretel pulled with her teeth, digging in and feeling a bit more wriggling
inside as she bit her way down the witch’s belly, feeling only a slight lump
there and remembering once more just what had happened to her brother. She
quickened her pace and bit down harder as she worked her way down to the hips.
Feeling a bit more
stirring from inside her, Gretel moaned at the pleasurable feeling, her one
hand slowly massaging her sex in nice even strokes while the other helped push
the witch’s body further into her. Slurping and swallowing, discovering the great delight of
feasting in this way, Gretel soon pulled the hips into her mouth and felt the
head of the witch shoved through the opening into her stomach. She moaned
around her wonderful mouthful at this sensation and sat back away from the
table, lifting the legs up into the air as she slowly let the witch’s rump
slide into her stretched throat.
With her belly stretching even further
now and no longer needing to help her swallowing, Gretel’s hand moved from the
witch’s legs to her own gut, gently rubbing as it slowly grew, continuing to
masturbate slowly and steadily as she savored this experience. Her lips moving
in rhythm with the rest of her body, Gretel continued to gobble the witch’s
legs down and pulled them slowly between her teeth, scraping along what burns
were left and enjoying the struggling from her stomach as the witch was slowly
shoved into that hot fleshy chamber.
Soon only the witch’s feet were left
sticking outside of the girl’s lips. Remembering the other day, and with a
certain sadistic sense of glee, Gretel let her teeth slam down hard on the
ankles, cutting through the cooked flesh and scraping against the bone beneath.
The struggles in her stomach intensified and she could swear she heard a
muffled and altogether satisfying scream coming from her gut.
Gretel ran her tongue through the wound
she had made for a few moments, the feet dangling barely outside her lips by
the bone now. Feeling satisfied with this she opened her mouth wide, stretching
it as she had before, and used her hand to shove the feet inside her mouth.
As she sealed her lips around the last of
the witch, Gretel gave a sigh of pleasure and tipped her head back to swallow her.
With the hand on her gut, she felt the last growth, expanding her belly out
hugely as the witch slid into her stomach, her other hand pushing into her sex
and working her towards a strong climax. She lay back on the ground, moaning as
the witch was finally trapped in her stomach and used her power to speed up her
metabolism just as she had done when the witch tortured her with food. She
could feel the squirming increase and knew that soon the witch would be nothing
more than a bit of belly fat. And a little while after that, she would be
nothing at all.
Basking in this knowledge and the
tormented writhing of her meal inside, Gretel felt an explosive climax, more
powerful than she had ever felt before. As the orgasm racked her body and she
could feel her meal digesting quickly away, power surged through Gretel. She
felt the contact of all the very fibers of reality, of everything that was or
could be throughout the universe. With a shock, she saw other worlds, strange
worlds that had nothing to do with her own. But not just
other worlds, other dimensions, other places outside the known universe.
She felt connected to it all, able to manipulate whatever she liked as sudden
understanding of the true workings of it all flooded through her mind. Her back
arched, pushing the bulging weight of her belly up as she rode her climaxes and
this new found knowledge, growing slightly drunk on the power that was
unfolding before her. No more would she be bound by the limited abilities of
what she had discovered in those books and journals. She was so far beyond
those, she could do anything everything, could destroy civilizations and create whole new worlds if she desired. Because
she knew the truth. And she knew to not think of what things were, but
what they could be!
And then, suddenly, she was merely lying
in the kitchen in a cottage. Her head swam and her stomach gurgled. It was
still now. No struggling, no movements, just a light churning as she digested
her meal, which was now quite calm.
She looked around the room panting as her
hands slowly moved to lie at her sides. She looked at the pillar where she had
been chained, the manacles now just hanging as lifeless chunks of metal. As she
looked at them, she thought of Hansel and slowly cried. Not the enraged weeping
that she had done earlier when spewing venom at the witch, but the simple tears
of grief and loss. And as she cried, she also thought of her mother. At least
after she had gone, Hansel had been there and the two of them had stuck
together, no matter what. Now she had no one. All because of the witch and that
bitch back in the village. And were it not for that wretched woman, she and
Hansel never would have come to the witch’s cottage in the first place. And the
village and its elders, all those scared sheep that had killed her mother.
Fury began to replace her sadness. They
would all pay for her loneliness, every last person in the village. She had the
power. She would trap them inside the village walls and devour them one at a
time. She’d demand a sacrifice a week with her terrible power until none were
left. And she’d save the bitch for last in her feast. Because it was truly her
fault that Gretel now had no one.
And as she was beginning to move, she
heard another familiar voice in her mind.
Remember,
you’ll never really be alone. I’ll always be there, one way or another. And
I’ll help you when I can. And you’ll have your brother too.
They were the last words her mother had
spoken to her before the execution. But now she didn’t have her brother. And it
was her own fault. She’d been too slow, she hadn’t
left soon enough. If she had come when she first felt he was in danger. They
were supposed to look after each other and he was gone forever now.
Forever’s a pretty long time, sis.
She heard his voice now.
Except this wasn’t a memory. Gretel could not remember her brother ever talking
like this. She’s actually been with us
the whole time, and now we’ll both be with you. You’ll need a little
level-headed guidance with what you just inherited. Just watch out for yourself and don’t make
the mistake that witch did. Don’t forget who you are.
Gretel shivered. She had almost done just
that. She had almost destroyed an entire village that did not deserve it.
Still, she felt that she should punish her step-mother; she owed that to her
family. And as a thought hit her, she smiled. She could easily go devour her
step-mother right now and then move off to wherever she liked, but there was
something better she could do.
Focusing for just a moment, Gretel made
sure that the coffers in her old house were completely empty and redistributed
the coins throughout town. It was really rather easy. And with no step-children
to bully around now, that wretched woman would have no
life of leisure at all. It seemed a much more fitting punishment.
Rising from the floor, her belly still
swollen, she walked out of the cottage and looked around. It was a bright clear
day and the air was nicely cool. Gretel looked around and focused on the
cottage. In a matter of moments it sank in on itself and was gone. She looked
over at where that shimmering barrier stood and obliterated it.
Gretel thought then for a few moments
about what to do next. As she looked around this calm spot, she decided she
might just wander for a while, see what was out there and where she could be
guided. Some of those visions had been rather interesting.
The girl faded from view leaving an empty
space in the clearing in the woods. Somewhere nearby, a bird sang in the early
evening and life continued on.