Hansel
by
the Wolf
Hansel wandered
through the woods, noting as he kept his eyes open for any signs of game that
it was getting dark. His hunting trips were taking longer and longer as herds
continued to migrate out of the area. But the village stayed in one place, so
he had to find something. His father and step-mother refused to attempt to
provide anything for the family and had for several years now, too enamored of
the easy life that treating Gretel and him as slaves
afforded them. His twin sister was stuck in the garden, trying to provide what
food his hunting could not.
Running his hand
through his short, wavy blond hair, Hansel thought of all the ways he was
stuck, even as he tried to find a single track or trace of deer or even rabbit
that could provide dinner for an evening or two. Hunger gnawed at his insides,
reminding him of his predicament. At nineteen years of age, it should be easier
to make his own home somewhere, but the village and these woods were really all
he had ever known in his life. Homes in the village were difficult to come by
without the right resources, the lack of which also made traveling and finding
another place to call home equally difficult. And his step-mother had made sure
that both he and Gretel had just barely enough to survive and to be dependant
on her and their father from the moment she installed herself in the house.
Hansel had thought many times that he should just light out and survive on his
skills at hunting until he found a place to settle, maybe invite his sister to
come along. But deep inside, he was afraid he would not be able to survive too
far outside the village, and the thought of crawling back to that hateful
woman… it made him shudder to think just what tortures of work she’d devise for
them, all with that sweet, saccharine voice of hers and that smile that could
make a crocodile flinch.
Pushing the idea
of slipping away some night to the back of his mind once more, Hansel continued
on the trail. The lack of game was forcing him to head deeper into the woods
than he usually ventured, and the darkness began to feel a bit more oppressive
as the trees thickened and blotted out more of the already fading light. For a
fraction of a second that seemed to somehow stretch into an eternity, Hansel
felt himself slipping away from the able-bodied man he was becoming back to the
frightened boy that had listened with rapt attention to some of the dark
stories told about the woods, every sound becoming a malevolent presence that
would gladly rip into any young thing that invaded its domain either to feast
on flesh or for the pure joy it would derive from feeling him suffer unto
death, the half-formed images of such things that had haunted him into sleep
and loomed over his nightmares as a boy now chasing each other about his mind
as he gripped his bow more tightly. Then the moment passed and he was able to
remember that the noises in the wood were just the rustling of the wind and the
occasional movements of small lower beasts. He stumbled a bit at the dizzying
effect of that moment, and even though he knew he had just had a mild fright of
some sort, there seemed to him some sort of meaning imbedded in that old fear.
All this left him as soon as he saw the gingerbread house.
He couldn’t
understand why he had noticed the confection first. It was just a standard
gingerbread house sitting on the porch of a large cottage. In fact, the cottage
was rather grandiose compared to most of the homes in the village. How had he
not noticed it before? Moreover, why did he notice the gingerbread house first?
But at this point, Hansel was not concerned with such questions, as his hunger
once again clawed at his stomach. Without even thinking why, he rushed to the
porch, set his bow and quiver aside, and began to devour the gingerbread house,
remembering his youth once again, and the few times when he had stolen a pie or
some other treat left unattended to cool on a windowsill. He didn’t even hear
the door of the cottage open by the time he’d decimated half of the
gingerbread.
“Most people don’t
think it very polite or proper to steal,” said a voice casually from above him.
Hansel stopped
with a bite of gingerbread halfway to his lips as he finally noticed the woman
standing in the doorway. His eyes slowly followed from bare feet up a pair of
long, barely-tanned legs until they disappeared into a simple black dress
unlike any Hansel had ever seen before. The material clung to the swell of her
well formed hips, up through her flat belly, and lifted the wonderfully rounded
swell of her bosom while exposing a quite a nice, tantalizing view of its top.
Hansel had time to notice that this dress strangely had no sleeves, but exposed
the entire length of her arms, showcasing a great deal of her undoubtedly soft
skin before his eyes were drawn to her face. Framed in flowing raven hair that
cascaded just past her shoulders, it was perhaps one of the greatest beauties
Hansel had ever seen. Perfectly shaped and with a dazzling, somewhat amused
smile, it captivated him more than even the most attractive women in the
village. Her grey eyes caught his own blue and Hansel felt almost as if he
could stay within them forever, felt a powerful attraction to this woman he had
never seen before, as though she was his destiny.
He was still
sitting on the porch, gazing at her with his mouth hanging open and his hand
frozen where it had been when she first spoke for several minutes that seemed
like an eternity before she finally spoke again in that amused voice.
“You might as well
take that bite. I can do nothing with it now.”
Hansel blushed a
bright crimson as he looked down again and put the piece of gingerbread in his
mouth, chewing very slowly as he tried to think of what he could say before he
swallowed the bite. By the time he had even a vague idea, it had lost its taste
his mouth felt completely dry.
“I…” he coughed
out, trying to regain some form of composure, “I… I’m so sorry. I did not mean
to steal; I have not done something like that since I was ten. I’ve been at the
hunt all afternoon without success and I was so hungry… I really can’t give you
anything for it, but… I do not know… I could…”
He trailed off
searching for some way that he could possibly pay her back, but coming up with
nothing. To his surprise, the woman chuckled a bit and waved her hand in
dismissal of the idea and gave a light shrug.
“You shouldn’t
trouble yourself overmuch; it has not upset me greatly. I can always make
another one,” she said with that wonderful smile that he had already witnessed
as she looked him over, “And you do look as if the day has been long. Absolutely miserable in truth. How long have you been out
here?”
“I fear I am not
sure,” Hansel said, “I can no longer see the sun, but I know it has been at
least several hours.”
“Why don’t you
come inside and have a hot meal, then? It will help you hunt, I am sure, and
might lift your spirits somewhat.”
“I could not
ma’am, I’ve already regrettably stolen from you, and I-”
“I insist.
Consider it a favor to me that I might have some company as repayment. After
all,” she said, once more flashing her dazzling smile and meeting him with
those captivating eyes, “you are just in time for dinner.”
Hansel struggled
against the manacles that currently held his arms above his head attached to
the supporting beam of the large kitchen, testing them and finding no weakness.
He slumped a bit, his now naked body resting against the smoothly finished wood
there. The smell of cooking meat wafted through the kitchen from the huge
burning stove several feet to his left. Just off the corner of that stove and
behind him was a long counter that contained strange fixtures within, which
brought forth water into basins set directly in the counter. Hansel knew that
the door through which he had originally come into this kitchen must be behind
him and possibly slightly to his right. There had been a sitting room just
inside and he had been led from there into this room, amazed at just how large
the cottage actually was inside. Just before him was a grand, rectangular
dining table that could have potentially seated twenty, but at which there was
only one place setting, one that would face him from across the long edge of
that table. All the while as Hansel struggled occasionally and took in as many
details of his surroundings as he could, the witch bustled about the kitchen,
preparing for her dinner.
When she had first
led him into the kitchen, the smell of meat already in the air, Hansel was
surprised when the woman turned and pressed her body against his, slowly
backing him up again. He had lain down with a few young women in the village,
but none had been this forward. Even with his handsome face and toned features,
each time had still taken a great deal of cajoling on his part. But without
even a proper introduction, this alluring woman had pressed tightly to Hansel
and slowly rubbed her body against his even as she had taken his hands and
guided them upwards. He had barely felt the cold steel clasp over his wrists
and by then it was too late. Her trap had been sprung and as the witch broke
her kiss, the young man could only lunge forward in fear and anger, demanding
to be freed.
At his righteous indignation, the woman
had only smirked letting a little chuckle escape her. In that look he had seen
the same amusement she showed on the porch, but underneath was a new expression
of cold superiority. With a burst of inhuman strength, the woman had come
forward again proceeded to tear the clothes he had been wearing to rags in a
mere few moments until he was completely nude and feeling a great deal more
vulnerable. The erection that had already begun at the feel of her body against
his had quickly wilted at his predicament.
Pinching gently at various points of his
flesh and giving general sounds of satisfaction and approval the woman had not
even looked at his face and said, “I really don’t believe you are in a position
to make demands, my tender little one,” as she examined his body. “Mmmm, yes, you’ll make a wonderful meal. And be good for a
few other uses too.”
Hansel had been sure he was headed to the
stewpot that very night at her words, forgetting the smells in the air. Half in
terror and half in some residual anger at being trapped he had muttered, “You
disgusting wench!”
“Actually, I think you mean ‘witch’,” she
had said with laughter in her voice, “You shouldn’t act so hostile against your
betters really. Especially those that can shape the very fabric of reality and
are currently deciding just how much agony may or may not be in your future.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I must attend to preparations for tonight’s dinner.”
The witch then gestured towards the large oven and left Hansel’s view except
for a few occasions when she brought something for the place setting at the
table. “When you can keep a civil tongue, we may talk a bit. And you will be
keeping me company for dinner, though I doubt you’ll want to partake. I’ll have
something for you later. We do have to keep you healthy.”
So now Hansel leaned against the simple
column, giving up on his struggle as he tried to think of some smart way out of
his situation. He did not think this witch could be bargained with, and he was
sure by now that neither the manacles nor the support would give in any way to
his struggle. Both wood and metal were strong and well-maintained. Hansel could
not have said why he began asking questions. It could have been the hope of
finding some reason the witch would have to let him go, or it could have been
simple boredom and fatigue.
“Did you bewitch my mind to lure me
here?” he asked without really thinking of anything else to say. To his
surprise the witch answered immediately, almost amiably.
“No. There was actually a warning barrier
before my cottage. You see it never stays in one place overly long and I do
like to give my prey a chance before they wander here. You may have felt it.
For most it takes the form of intense fear that drives them to take another
route. Some can actually feel the danger more clearly through certain senses.
As for getting you inside, the only thing I really ‘bewitched’ was your Y
chromosome.”
“My what?” Hansel asked, confused.
“Never mind. It is something your kind will
eventually understand to some degree in all likelihood. Though
it’s doubtful that you will truly understand it for quite some time, if ever.
Your societies never cease to amaze me. Always assuming they understand reality
completely, until the next age turns that understanding on its ear. But to do
what I do, you must have true understanding. You have to know it, feel it, and
then shape it if you like.”
The witch’s words made Hansel’s head
spin, as he could not understand half of them. He did remember that moment of
intense, almost child-like fear before coming in sight of the cottage, but the
rest made no sense. Thinking of that, he had another question for the witch.
“So you are what the stories are about?
You are the one that captures children who wander to far?”
The witch chuckled some at this.
“Stories, really? Of course they would be hardly accurate myths. In answer to
your question, I am sure I’ve inspired some kind of frightful legends among
your people, the times my cottage is near them. But most children would never
make it past the barrier. The few brave ones that do are usually sent off with
a few treats and don’t remember what happened. Unless I haven’t been able to
eat in a very long time, I don’t have much taste for suckling. Tender, yes, but
eating the truly young is an incredible wickedness unless there is nothing
else. As a hunter, you should know this.”
Hansel blanched at the way she referred
to children as “suckling”, the way he would refer to a good ham on Christmas.
Once again the true nature of being chained in this cottage slammed home to
him, and he stopped asking questions. A few minutes later, the oven door
opened, and Hansel could feel the heat wafting from it towards him as the witch
announced that her dinner was ready.
A large pan was carried with surprising
ease to the table and Hansel stared in horror as the witch sat down and
prepared to eat. Lying in the pan was a boy just slightly younger than Hansel
himself. He had been trussed up at the wrists and ankles and placed in the pan
kneeling with his body bent over his knees, looking as though he were bowing
down and worshipping in some bizarre cult. It was impossible to tell the race
of the boy, because the skin was roasted a golden brown that almost looked
appetizing if Hansel forgot for a fraction of a second just what he was looking
at. This was almost the worst, but the absolute worst was the face that Hansel
could clearly see. The eyes were missing, likely bursting in the heat as there
was a thin jelly that seemed to run down from their sockets. The rest of the
features were stuck in a horrible rictus that suggested he had died screaming.
As if answering the various questions in his mind from the horrified look on
Hansel’s face, the witch spoke up.
“This one didn’t behave as I asked him
to,” she said with an almost playful lick of her lips as she inhaled the aroma
of her meal, “so in the end I decided he’d make a good slow roast. I’m actually
lucky that he stopped screaming before you came to my porch. Otherwise you
might have heard him.”
With that she slowly pulled a piece of
meat from the flank of the roast human and let Hansel watch as she brought it
to her lips. The witch savored the piece of meat for several moments, moaning a
bit at that first taste before finally swallowing.
“Mmm, yummy,”
she murmured as she took several more bites before looking again at the boy
currently chained to the support of her kitchen. “Now you’ll have a choice to
make, given what you see here. In a few days, you are going to be my dinner;
there is nothing you can do to change that. I’ll spend those days plumping you
up just a little and using you in any other ways I see fit. If you accept your
situation and behave for me, I can make the meal devoid of any pain for you. If
you especially please me, I have the power to even make it quite pleasant. If
you struggle, defy me, or annoy me too much... well,” the witch said with a
smile, plucked another piece of meat from the roast on the table, and slowly
chewed and swallowed the morsel down as if that made all the point she needed
to. And in truth, it did.
Hansel was already picturing himself in
much the same position as the fellow on the table. Only he saw himself in the
oven, still very much alive and screaming as his skin was slowly burned,
possibly having been basted by the witch beforehand. He could even feel the
heat as he thought about this, so strong were his imaginings of the
preparations that might await him. He decided in that moment that he would make
every appearance of being her willing servant up until she said that his time
was up. Hansel would still wrack his brain on a daily basis for some method of
escape or some way to trick her in the final few moments, but if he could not
manage to come up with something, he wanted to be sure he avoided this other
boy’s fate.
The witch meanwhile was intently focused
on her dinner at the table. She had known after examining this one that if he
didn’t cooperate, his flesh had just the right tenderness for a good roast, and
it did not disappoint. The taste was exquisite thanks to a few of spices she
had added while the boy begged her to change her mind and the flesh seemed to
almost melt against her tongue now that he’d been properly cooked. She
continued tearing strips of meat from his flanks for several moments before she
had to give in to her desires. For all the poise and grace with which she met
her meals at first, the witch had always become ravenous when the time to feed
truly came, as if something wild in her was released. She pulled the arm from
the roast with ease, as it always was, and began sinking her teeth greedily
into the meat there, tearing it off in great chunks from the limb almost faster
than she could chew and swallow. Already she was beginning to feel that
incredible sensation as her stomach filled and began to distend slightly. That
full feeling always brought a rush of heat that crept from her belly quite
quickly to her loins, already moistening before she let the bones clatter to
the pan and grabbed the other arm. The witch cleaned the flesh from the second
arm in a passionate frenzy as her stomach swelled steadily and the fire within
her grew hotter with each bite.
Watching all this with a
certain disgust, Hansel completely forgot his hunger as he worked hard
now not to be sick. Even when he turned his head away, he could still hear the
witch eating and the moans of bliss she made amid the wet smacking and tearing
sounds of the cooked flesh being torn from the body. After the second arm was
completely finished, the witch finally rose from the table and Hansel could so
the rounded pot belly she now carried as she daubed at her lips with a napkin.
Picking up the entire pan and what was left of the roast boy, the witch walked
with a slight shiver in her step to the area of the kitchen that Hansel could
not clearly see. He did not try to look but was simply grateful that the
witch’s meal was taken out of sight as he heard a door open, a sound like a
mild wind and a light clatter before it was closed again.
In almost no time the witch was right
next to him, any strip of clothing gone and her breasts and the new swell of
her belly pressing and rubbing against his side as one of her hands reached out
and gently stroked his chest and abs. Her soft lips met his ear and the witch
began suckling and nibbling at his lobe, pulling it into her mouth as she
pressed harder against him and wrapped her left leg around his own legs.
Hansel’s eyes drifted closed as his head tilted back against the wooden column,
and in spite of his fear, or in some ways because of it, he could feel himself
growing aroused and hard at her touch. The witch’s hand slowly slid down his abs
to find his stiffening length, coaxing it to greater fullness as she let her
lips pull gently off of his ear.
“And now for dessert,” she said in a
moaning whisper, “I think I’ll take a taste test of you.”
Her teeth nibbled gently at his shoulder
while she slid around his body to face him with an incredible grace and
fluidity, pressing into him further while her hand continued its expert
massaging of his growing erection. Her lips immediately found his neck and the
witch licked and nibbled her way down to his muscular chest, sucking one of his
nipples into his mouth and teasing the hard little nub while Hansel gasped in
pleasure, then moving to the second one, while the fingers of one hand gently
pinched the first. She ground her hips into his, and he could feel the moisture
there, the scent of her arousal filling the air as his own began to join it.
Hansel was transported as his wrists
pulled at the chains, no longer wanting escape, but wanting to caress the body
that now writhed against him, full of the promise of incredible dark pleasures
if he would only yield to them. But the chains held fast and Hansel could only
move in time with her, pushing his body forward into her. The witch continued
to slide slowly down his body and now he could feel the swell of her belly
rubbing up against his full erection, the sensation incredibly erotic as he
forgot all his previous fears. He pushed his hips against that swell, his hard
member rubbing around the belly and leaving a small trail of precum there as the witch moved further down, still lapping
at his flesh hungrily, moaning at his flavor.
Kissing and nibbling at the toned
structure of his abs, the witch drank down his flavor gladly in the fine sheen
of sweat that had begun to form on Hansel’s body. Through the ecstasies of his
taste, she was keenly aware of his arousal pressing into her and rubbing first
at her belly then slipping up between her full breasts. The incredible
sensations mingled with the feeling of fullness from her earlier meal to stoke
the fire in her loins to an incredible blaze of passion. One of her hands
slipped down, rubbing slowly over her belly and down to slowly stroke the
sensitive outer lips of her sex, perfectly moist now and already erupting in
pleasure at her practiced touch. Her tongue flicked into the boy’s navel
teasingly, and she could feel the head of his cock rubbing under her jaw, the
shaft surrounded by her round breasts. Moaning in bliss, the witch buried her
nose in Hansel’s pubic hair, lips finding the base of his shaft as she kissed
that musky junction and let her teeth gently scrape along the skin there, lost
completely for a few moments in the smell, the taste, the feel, the
anticipation of wrapping her lips around his manhood and filling her mouth with
all that it had to offer.
Hansel had a fraction of a second’s fear
that those teeth that scraped his skin so sensually might soon bite down, but
in the very same instant it was lost to a wave of pre-orgasmic pleasure and
desire. The witch’s tongue licked from the very base of his sex all the way to
the head in one slow stroke, her lips wrapping around his shaft and her teeth
still nibbling in that wonderfully erotic way, but never closing down hard.
Hansel could feel his member growing harder than it ever had before, even
gaining in length, as it was slowly and expertly slicked down by the witch, her
free hand caressing and lightly squeezing his balls as her lips moved slowly
down the underside towards them. Hansel watched her tuck her head lower as he
felt her hand slip up to his erection, lifting it up as her lips slowly kissed
against his sac, causing his head to roll back once more, the world fading from
sight as he let himself sink into the bliss that flooded his other senses.
The witch let her tongue slowly slurp one
full ball into her mouth, suckling at it and testing the weight with her lips
before stretching them out to accommodate the other, her mouth full of the
delicious musk as she licked and sucked at his entire sack. She could feel
Hansel’s aroused reaction both in her hand and her mouth, even as the first of
many orgasms slowly began in her loins and spread throughout her body, her
fingers now working deeply into her sex and enhancing the pleasure that already
burned there. As she felt the balls tighten slightly in her mouth, she knew the
boy would not last much longer. With a smoothness borne of practice, she
slipped her lips gently off of them, raised her head and used the hand already
gripping his glistening manhood to stuff the entire length into her mouth and
down her throat as her lips pressed in a tight seal around the shaft.
With a sharp intake of breath, Hansel’s
body jerked against the column as his cock was enveloped in the velvety mouth
of the witch, her tongue already working furiously to bring him to the orgasm
of which he was already on the precipice. He felt his erection spasm in her
mouth against that questing tongue and knew that this had lasted as long as it
possibly could now. Blissfully he let himself go over and climaxed harder than
he ever had in his life. None of the women he had been with in the village
could have matched this witch’s talent even if they had offered him the
particular pleasure she had taken. As he tensed and writhed against the column,
he could feel her steadily milking him with her lips, greedily drinking down
his seed as it came.
As another orgasm wracked her body, the
witch reveled in the feel and flavor of the boy’s essence free-flowing into her
mouth and down her throat, letting it coat her tongue as she gulped hungrily.
This was the treat she had truly craved and she savored as best she could the
taste of his cock and the thick, salty cum, letting them sit and mingle in her
mouth as long as she could, while another bolt of pleasure shot through the
very fiber of her being. After several moments, she could tell that the boy was
entirely spent as his erection already began to soften between her lips. She
swallowed the last of his seed and let the organ slowly slide out of her mouth,
licking her lips clean of a small dribble of cum that had escaped during his
climax and letting her own body come down from the intense pleasure.
Hansel slumped against the wood to which
he was chained, hanging almost limply from his arms. He felt completely drained
in every possible way as he returned from the incredible bliss of his climax to
the real world. Looking down once more, he saw the witch now, still on her
knees, rubbing her belly lightly and licking her lips. He noticed that the
swell of her stomach had already shrunk a small amount as she began to rise
from the floor. She did not seem tired in the slightest, only pleasantly sated
as she stretched her arms and gave a little moan. Coming closer, the witch
actually gave him a small kiss on the lips. For a moment, Hansel thought she
might have decided to let him live in some way, his leaping with the small hope
as she smiled at him.
“You’re delicious,” the witch said,
dashing Hansel’s hopes as she continued, “That was one of the best I’ve had in
a long time. If you keep behaving like this, your last moments will be quite
pleasant. If you only knew, you’d be begging me to eat you tonight.” She
smacked her lips and rubbed her belly gently, flashing him her incredible smile
again. “And I’d have a hard time resisting. But it’s just not time yet. So I’ll
give you some dinner and something to sleep on. When you’re ready for either,
you’ll find those chains can stretch and move through the wood to some extent.
A little trick I can do.”
With that, the witch waved her hand and
what looked like a feather bed appeared on the floor, with a blanket folded on
the edge next to a large pillow. On the bed was a plate with what Hansel could
tell was a venison steak, some vegetables and several different desserts. That done, the witch spared another look over Hansel’s nude form
and walked out of the kitchen without another word.
At first glance, Hansel thought he would
neither be able to eat or sleep tonight. The chains amazingly stretched out and
moved up and down through the wood just as the witch had said they would, but
his mind was too focused on what was to come in a few days. But when his
stomach gave a loud growl and a shock of pain, he found that the dinner was
delicious, with the best desserts he’d ever eaten. Especially when the plate
refilled itself until he was truly full. After finally getting a good meal, he
also discovered that despite his worries, the bed, blanket and pillow were of a
softer material than anything he’d ever encountered. He drifted off in almost
no time.
When Hansel
finally awoke the next morning, he was convinced for a few moments that he’d
had some sort of nightmare that eventually turned into some sort of sexual
fantasy dream. That was until he was awake enough to feel the metal still
clasped around his wrists and realize that it was all true. He woke slowly,
stretching out from under the blanket before finally standing up. As he yawned
and moved off the bed, he watched as it disappeared from sight along with the
blanket and pillow. It was only then that he realized he could already smell
some kind of breakfast cooking.
“Ah you’re finally
awake,” said the voice from behind that sent shivers up his spine for various
reasons.
He heard a snap of
fingers and in the next instant he was pulled back against the wooden support
once more, his arms stretched upwards as the chains returned to their original
position in the wood. The sudden jolt woke him completely, and Hansel looked
around the now brightly lit kitchen, noticing that he could actually see the
woods through some windows that he hadn’t noticed before and actually hadn’t
been on the outside of the cottage.
As he was
marveling at this, two hands encircled him from behind and gently rubbed along
his belly. Looking down at them, he noticed that his defined abs were no longer
so readily visible, even as the witch’s hands stroked and pinched the very thin
layer of fat there, a sensation that he could not deny was somewhat
pleasurable. His arms had not lost any of their definition, nor had his legs,
and Hansel could only guess that the witch’s food was somehow just plumping him
up in the areas that she wanted.
“Ah, glad to see
that you ate your fill last night,” the witch said as her head slipped around
the column and closer to his ear. “I’m making you a big breakfast right now.
We’ve only got a couple days to get you as plump as we can for dinner before I
run out of my other meat.” Her tongue snaked out and licked his ear. “And with
how scrumptious you are, I might not be able to wait that long. So you eat as much as you can this morning, and if you
eat really well,” she said, one hand slipping down his belly to grope his
manhood, “there might be some rewards. And keep in mind that if you don’t eat…
I might think that you were trying to ruin my next big meal. Then I’d have to
find other ways to spice you up.”
The witch went
back to her preparations in the kitchen and Hansel already knew that he would
eat as much as he could of whatever was placed in front of him. Truth be told,
he actually did feel very hungry once again, and he hadn’t eaten as well as he
had last night for a very long time. But he also still remembered the roast
that had been on the table and the agreement he made with himself. He had the
whole day after breakfast to try to think of a way out of this mess so far as
he knew, so for now he would do everything he was told.
It was not long
before the witch set a plate piled high with various foods on the table where
she had eaten her dinner last night. A snap of her fingers and Hansel knew that
his chains would once more extend as much as he needed to reach the table and
begin eating. Sitting down in what was a very comfortable chair, he couldn’t
help his mouth watering at the array. There was bacon and sausage, eggs cooked
just as he liked them, browned potatoes and a few other treats. The aroma was
intoxicating and Hansel began to eat hungrily with the utensils the witch
provided, sometimes just digging in with his fingers where appropriate. The
witch soon sat across from him, seeming very satisfied at the way he was
devouring the food, and Hansel noticed that the swell of her belly from last
night was already gone this morning.
“Ah, glad to see
you’re enjoying your breakfast. I put a great deal of effort into it,” said the
witch as she watched the boy.
Hansel could not
escape his curiosity, as well as the fact that his mind was already forming an
idea or two. “If you can make food appear when you wish, why must you use your
time to cook?”
“Oh,
for several reasons. One is that I don’t just “make food appear”. It all
has to come from somewhere. I simply rearrange the bits of reality from many
different places that have potential to be food in an instant at your feet. And
set up that rearranging to keep going until you’re full. This takes a lot of energy,
so I only use it when need be. Plus it’s easier on a full stomach, as I was
last night, so it would drain me today to use that much power. That and I
simply enjoy cooking. Especially in some circumstances.”
She added this last with a wicked grin.
A shiver ran up
Hansel’s spine, but he pressed on between bites at the truly delicious
breakfast, asking, “But if you have this power, do you really need to…” he took
a moment, taking another bite as he tried to work the words out, “…eat me? Why not eat what you can prepare or summon with your
powers?”
“Do you really
think you’re the first one to ask that?” the witch said with a smirk. “I eat
people like you because it’s what fuels my abilities. It has to do with the
energy surrounding a human, and you wouldn’t understand. It’s different than
the way you might eat a deer that you manage to kill. Or the cattle that
someone keeps. And when you reach the point that I have, the powers I possess…
it’s wonderful. When I eat you, it will be because I want to, my deliciously
tender morsel.”
Knowing now that
he could never possibly convince her that he should not be a meal in this way,
Hansel decided to finish his breakfast silently. He did not eat with the same
exuberance with which he began, but still consumed as much as he could,
enjoying the taste even through the feeling of hopelessness that once again
washed over him. Finally, Hansel settled back in his chair, knowing that he
could not eat another bite. His hands rested on his gut, feeling bloated from
the incredible amount of food as the witch took the plate away to the kitchen
proper.
As Hansel sat,
letting a light belch escape his lips that relieved some pressure, the witch’s
hands encircled him from behind once more. One rubbed the new bloat of his
belly while the witch practically purred in satisfaction; the right however
immediately slid down to grip his member, gently fondling and stroking as
Hansel shivered in his seat. Her touch, whether by instinct or by practice,
seemed to find all the right places and pressures as she stroked, and he could
feel himself growing hard quickly, pushing his hips forward and thrusting the
growing organ into her hand.
Feeling the growth
within her hand as her teasing brought the boy to erection, the witch began a
steady stroking along his cock, gradually gaining speed as she fondled the meat
in both hands. Stroking faster and faster, the witch wanted to bring him to
climax quickly this time, and as she felt him getting close, she moved her left
hand to grab the plate of meat she had just carved from the last meal and held
it underneath his sex, knowing he would spurt soon. She had wanted to taste him
again so badly all through his breakfast, but feared her morning hunger would
cause her to devour him right there. And it was too soon; he was going to plump
up so nicely if he kept eating as he was told. In a couple days he would be
perfect, so for now she would settle for a bit of spunk with her meat. Later,
when she was properly sated, she could have a little fun with him and nibble at
the delicious flesh a bit more.
The orgasm came
somewhat quickly, Hansel’s hands gripping the arms of the chair tightly as he
exploded in a torrent. He could feel some of his own cum splatter on his belly
and legs as he climaxed, but could not care about the mess he was making. It
was just as well that his eyes were closed through most of the experience and
he never noticed the meat that received a healthy coating of his seed, the
witch drawing it back out of sight just as his climax tapered off. When the
incredible wave of pleasure finally subsided, he felt a finger run through some
of the splatter on his full gut. The wet smacking sounds were right at his ear
as the witch sucked her finger clean.
“Mmm, even tastier than last night. I think I might
just miss you after you’re gone,” she murmured into his ear, licking her lips.
“You’re one of the best catches I’ve made in a long while.”
With that, she was
gone from the room. And thinking about her last statement, Hansel began to get
another idea of how he might talk her out of dining on him in the near future.
As he thought of that, he looked around the kitchen, his chains still
expanding. There were strange objects all about the kitchen such as a large
white box about the size of a man with two doors in it, a small box with a door
made of glass that he could look into sitting atop one of the counters, and
several other strange gadgets whose function he could not possibly determine,
but nothing sharp or useful for opening the manacles was in easy reach and none
of the doors or drawers in the kitchen would open for him. All he could do in
the end was sit and wait for the witch’s return, hoping she would somehow be
more interested in the offer he had in mind than his earlier attempts at
reasoning. As the impending dinner drew closer, he would even try begging if he
thought it might work at all. But he somehow knew that no matter how hard he
begged, the witch would not be moved. He would have to think of something. Something to barter.
By the afternoon
Hansel could clearly see the swell that breakfast had caused in his belly. He
still would not be considered fat by most standards, but he was definitely
adding weight fairly quickly from the food the witch served him. He had thought
her plan to fatten him up was impossible with the time she mentioned. But now
he could clearly see the beginning of a curve around his gut and knew that in a
couple days, he would easily have a nicely rounded, plump potbelly. And then he
would apparently be perfect for supper.
From behind where
he sat at the table, examining his belly and trying desperately to think of
some way he could get out of his manacles, the door to the kitchen opened, and
he heard the witch’s cheery voice calling out.
“Inspection
time! Come over to the support here, I want to see how you’re coming
along. And I’d hate to have the chains drag you back, it might bruise the
meat.”
Hansel immediately
did as he was told, moving to stand where he had been originally chained,
looking at the witch in the same black dress she had been wearing when she
first came to the door. When beckoned him forward just slightly, he moved
towards her as quickly as he could, wanting to give the impression that he
would dutifully follow whatever she asked. At this, the witch smiled.
“You’re behaving
so well,” she said as the witch began looking him over. “Now just stand still
while I poke and prod a bit. One has to inspect the meat regularly if
everything is to go as planned.”
The witch began
running her hands up and down Hansel’s arms first, gently pinching as he did
his best to keep still. He had noticed that the witch was once again full and
had a slightly bulging belly to prove it. That was probably why she now allowed
herself to fondle her latest catch, she wouldn’t be so
tempted on a full stomach. Hansel paused at that thought, shivering as he
realized the significance of it. He was already getting used to being referred
to as food and was starting to do it himself. He could not let that happen. To
do so would be like giving up and accepting that he could do nothing, and then
it would be easier to just slip away and let himself
be nothing more than fatted cattle.
Hands now rubbed
his belly and the witch nodded and cooed in approval as she gently pinched the
growing layer of fat there. Her hands stroked over Hansel’s legs, up the still
toned thighs and down the solid calves, muttering in satisfaction. She moved
around behind now, checking his back and letting her fingers play over the
various muscles there. The inspection actually felt somewhat enjoyable to
Hansel, the rubbing exciting him in some way as her hands reached his rump and
began gently squeezing and testing the tender flesh there. Suddenly, his body
tensed as he felt lips and teeth against his right cheek, the witch nibbling
there, testing both the tenderness and the taste of his flesh. The sensation
was incredibly erotic, and Hansel could once more feel arousal beginning to
grow at his captor’s touch, even as her mouth pulled gently away from him.
“Perfect,” she
moaned from behind him as she stood once more, stalking around him and looking
over his body again. “You’re coming along splendidly, remaining tender and
plumping up just right.”
As her eyes found
his groin, the witch smirked and gave a giggle that was almost like an innocent
virgin.
“Hmm, seems I’ve managed to prime your
pump again,” she purred while running one finger gently along the length of his
erection, her tongue idly running over her smiling lips while Hansel shuddered.
“I might as well put it to good use. Get on your back.”
She spoke the last more as a powerful
command than as a playful seduction, and Hansel readily complied. It was not
fear that made him stretch out immediately on the floor of the kitchen but
desire, completely forgetting all his fears in the overriding thrall of his
lust. Just as he had the last two times.
The witch’s dress had vanished and her
naked beauty was now on display as she slowly lowered herself to straddle
Hansel. The small bulge of her belly rubbed just slightly against his as she
slowly settled herself onto his hips, letting the already moist softness of her
sex envelope his hardness and squeeze it in a wonderful, velvety grip as his
entire length was taken in. Her eyes closing, the witch gasped above him and
began a slow, steady rhythm in her hips, her sex stroking and clenching around
his cock in a wonderful way that made Hansel’s back arch as his hands moved up
to find her breasts. They gently kneaded the flesh there, stroking and teasing
the nipples as the witch moaned in pleasure.
Riding the boy’s cock with a rhythm that
grew faster and faster, the witch delighted in the wonderful friction against
the nub of her clit as she worked her sex against every inch of that glorious
hardness, using her prey for her own pleasures as she had countless others
before. Her hands explored his chest and the growing swell of his belly,
moaning at the added pleasure as she once more realized just how perfectly he
was plumping out and how delicious he would be. Leaning over him as her hips
continued to buck along his length, gently rocking her towards a burst of
pleasure, her lips found his shoulder and chest. She kissed and nibbled at the
wonderfully taut flesh there, tasting him as she rode him with ever increasing
speed, the friction and heat between her legs reaching a fevered pitch as she
listened to the sharp intake of breath from the boy, signaling that he too
would soon lose himself in the erotic pleasures of their coupling, even as a
climax shot through the witch’s entire like lightning.
Back arched and hands now clawing at the
floor of the kitchen as the witch’s body pressed against his and feasted on his
passion, Hansel let loose a cry of pure ecstasy as he felt the incredible heat
and pressure around his manhood clenching and milking his throbbing erection.
He had controlled himself as best he could throughout the witch’s ministrations
to stay hard for her, and once again could hold out no longer as he exploded
within the incredible heat of her center. Somewhere deep in the back of his
mind, Hansel knew that he was still just meat, being used for her pleasure as
he surely would be used when she finally devoured him in some way. But he did
not care. As the wave of pleasure crashed over both of them and he barely heard
the witch’s screams of pleasure over the pounding of his own pulse in his ear,
he did not care about anything but that incredible fire that had been stoked
and was blazing up within both of them.
After several long moments, the fire
finally began to burn down to a few embers and eventually to nothing more than
a gently smoldering as the witch lay atop Hansel, waiting as his hardness
slowly softened within her. When they had finally both relaxed from the
pleasures of their flesh, the witch slowly slid herself off of him, stretching
out like a cat before standing up once more.
“That was nice,” she said with a smile
and satisfied look down at him, “I need to get started on some dinner for you.
Have to keep that belly growing. You just lie there and relax,
my tender little treat.”
Hansel lifted his head and watched as the
witch walked into the kitchen and began bustling about the various drawers,
doors and strange items he had looked over earlier. He thought she looked just
distracted enough that he might be able to sneak up on her and bash her head in
somehow, or grab her and get a weapon from one of the drawers quickly enough to
finish her. But he put the thought out of his head as quickly as it came. One
snap of her fingers and those chains would drag him back to the wooden pillar.
Then who could know what tortures she would devise for him? Better to offer
what he had thought of earlier and save himself a
painful death if this cottage was to be his end.
“If…” he began and had to gather himself
before he could go on. “If you were to let me live. I would do anything for
you” It began coming as a stream of words and oaths as he babbled on. “I would
belong to you, I would do whatever you would ask of me
and be yours to command. I would help you when you wanted to eat. I would hunt
for you and even help you capture those that might deserve to come here. If you would just allow me to live.”
The witch looked over her shoulder with
what seemed to be a humorous smirk. “Would you, now?” she asked in an almost
mocking tone.
Hansel, mistaking her mocking tone for
interest, pressed on as he found even more of his voice. “I would commit myself
to you if you were to spare me. I would service your every need at your
slightest gesture. You could taste me any moment that you desired, you would not have to lose me. You could keep me as long
as you wish, and I would be a man of my word, down to the very last detail. Your every desire…”
The witch had been smirking at him all
through his babbling and now interrupted him with a high and melodious laugh
from deep within. Hansel lay dumfounded on the floor as he watched her regain
control of herself, his heart sinking like a stone in his chest. Finally she
looked at him once more, her eyes full of the kind of amusement that he would have
for a child that does not realize when they say something humorously naïve.
“Can you really think you’re the first to
offer to serve me in exchange for life?” the witch asked him. “Almost every
meal I have enjoyed has in some way tried to entice me to keep them alive. And
more often than not, it has been through offers of service. Some have even
offered to serve up their families and friends to me in exchange for their own
lives.”
As Hansel listened, he was shocked. Not
that others had tried to barter with this witch before, he realized now that he
had been foolish to think otherwise. But that others
had offered up so much just to stay alive? He would gladly offer someone like
his step-mother to this witch’s hunger if need be, but the others of the
village? He could never trade their lives for his own. And
the thought of endangering true family such as Gretel. A life earned
that way would not be worth living. As he thought of the sheer weakness and
treachery of some of the others before him, the witch continued on.
“Once I even tried the idea of keeping
someone much like you around as a servant. He was a delicious and industrious
boy a little older than you and I wanted to enjoy him as long as possible. I
promised him long life in exchange for servitude and being my bedmate whenever
I wished. He agreed to be bound to this cottage so that he would not run unless
I gave him permission. If people were always guaranteed to stumble upon this
cottage, it might have worked well. But there have always been times of hunger
for me when none venture towards my domain. And in one of those times, I
cornered and ate my tasty little servant.” The witch rubbed her belly gently at
the memory. “He was delicious as always, but I hate to break promises. So I don’t
make them. Once you step into my parlor and are caught, you are my food. The
more you understand that and come to terms with it, the easier a time you’ll
have of it.”
The witch turned back to her cooking,
lightly chuckling to herself at times, and Hansel lay on the floor, sighing to himself several times. He would eat dinner heartily, but in
silence. He was busy meditating over what the witch had said to what he had
thought was a decent bargaining posture. He was busy
realizing that he truly was in a hopeless situation and that once you truly
grasped that concept, it made the fears and worries a little easier to quell
because there was really nothing to worry about with inevitability. He was busy
doing just what the witch had told him to do as he enjoyed the taste of what
would almost assuredly be one of his last six meals or so. He was busy coming
to terms with it.
The next morning,
Hansel awoke to something tickling at his toes. His feet kicked back lightly
from the source as he groggily rolled over, but in just a moment the tickling
continued. Finally stirring enough from sleep to look down at the end of the
bed, he saw the witch licking and nibbling over his toes, working her lips
further along his feet as he stared down at her for a second or two.
Instinctively, he sat up and pulled his feet back, but was surprised to find
that he did not feel the same fear that had gripped him the other times he
realized he was being tasted. The witch stood up from where she had been
kneeling over the feather bed, smiling as she licked her lips.
“For some reason
your toes looked so tasty sticking out from under your blanket. Probably a good
thing you woke up, or I might not have stopped.”
Hansel took the
teasing in an emotionless, detached way that was new for him. It still made him
somewhat nervous, but even after a single day, he was used to it. He knew it
would continue throughout the day and probably tomorrow as well. If he actually saw tomorrow.
He looked down as
the witch bustled into the kitchen, quite clearly to make him another huge
breakfast, and examined his belly. Leaning against the familiar wooden pillar,
he could see that it was getting nicely rounded now, even if it was still
relatively small. Hansel’s legs, arms, back and chest were unchanged, just this
steadily growing. Rubbing his hands over it, he could feel that it was nicely
soft, but always looked taut. He had time to marvel at this, to wonder just how
the witch was achieving this with his body, when she brought another heaping
plate to the table and broke his reverie with the announcement that breakfast
was ready.
Hansel sat down
and began to eat heartily as he had last time, truly feeling his hunger once
again. At least he would not die unsatisfied. This time as he ate, the witch
smirked and crawled under the table, moving once more with animal grace until
Hansel felt her lips wrap around his currently limp member and his full balls,
making him gasp around his next bite before the witch started to slowly suckle
at his manhood. Hansel did not have to be told to keep eating, already knowing
it was what she would want, even as his appetite grew in time with his
erection. He shoveled down the food in front of him in a
frenzy as under the table the witch brought him to full hardness and
milked him dry.
The rest of the
day passed much the same as the day before. Hansel’s belly continued to grow
with every meal the witch cooked for him. Another inspection was performed in
the middle of the day, the witch making approving sounds all throughout and sparking
arousal in Hansel once more. And once more, the witch put him to good use,
bending down before him and commanding him to take her from behind, their
separate lusts mounting in a flurry of passionate cries and sweating bodies
until both reached that pivotal moment of pleasure. As had happened during the
past two days, it was in those moments that Hansel forgot everything but the
touch of her body and the incredible pleasures coursing through his own flesh.
But nothing could
have prepared him for what happened after the huge dinner that the witch cooked
that night. He was taking his last bite of the meat and vegetables that had
been piled high on his plate, feeling his now perfectly rounded belly barely
rubbing against the table as it jutted out several inches from the rest of his
body, when the witch slowly slinked around the table to his side. Gently she
ran her hand across the bulge of Hansel’s gut, smiling at the way he had
completely filled out and leaning in close to him. With a wave of her other
hand, the same feather bed that Hansel had slept on the past two nights
appeared behind them.
“I feel like a
little something special tonight,” the witch cooed as one hand continued to
caress the new plumpness of his belly, the other running gently through
Hansel’s hair, “so for the next few hours, I don’t want you thinking about
what’s coming soon. I want all your focus on me… and all the things we can do
in that bed.”
She took his hand,
and Hansel allowed himself to be led over to the bed, his mind already entering
that state of calm bliss where nothing mattered but her touch. He lay down on
the bed, the witch following along with him and gently kissing his cheek,
moving down to his neck and his shoulder as her arms wrapped around him. Hansel
tried to touch his lips to hers as their bodies began slowly intertwining and
pressing against each other, but every time the witch would turn her face away
and would not allow him to properly kiss her. Soon Hansel gave up trying, and
allowed himself to be swept away in all the other
possibilities as his lust grew and his kisses fell upon the silky skin of her
neck and shoulders, moving further down.
It had not been
like this any of the times in the last few days. Other times, the witch had
simply used Hansel’s body for her needs, and he had gone along willingly out of
his own desires, but at the end of each dalliance, they both knew he was
convenient and little more, to be cast aside at the end as she went about her
daily routine. This time however, they rolled on the feather bed almost like
lovers, each exploring the other’s body, finding all those special spots that
brought forth a moan, a gasp, or the whispered encouragements that signified
further pleasure.
Hansel’s kisses
continued to find purchase all along her skin, tracing the lines and curves of
her body wherever they led him along the path to her mounting pleasure. His
tongue flicked over her nipples while her fingers ran through his hair,
encouraging him as he continued to let his lips play along her body, moving
down over the little bulge of her gut, all the while tasting her almost as she
had tasted him in recent days, until his tongue found its way slowly between
her legs, relishing the flavor there and tasting deeper and deeper as the witch
gasped and moaned.
The witch ran her
hands along every bulge of muscle on his body, watching and listening for those
points that seemed to bring him greater pleasure and further arousal. They ran
across all the flesh of his protruding belly, the witch delighting as he
writhed in pleasure at this newfound erotic center. Her fingers explored
Hansel’s sex in greater depth than she had before, gripping and stroking,
working around his member, balls and rump in varying combinations as she felt
him ebb and flow within her hands until her right hand gripped his full
erection while a finger of her left slowly pushed into his tight backside,
causing him to groan loudly as his orgasm splattered over both of them.
In the course of
the evening, his solid cock found her every entrance, and each time, she ground
against it, pulling his hardness into her and moaning as they brought each
other to climax time and time again. Each time Hansel thought he might be
completely spent, he found the witch’s touch guiding him back to arousal, wondering
for brief seconds if the dinner had something to do with it before he lost
himself once again to the extreme pleasure. The witch found herself spurred on
by his touch in every instance as with every effort, the boy managed to find a
few new places that stoked the fire in her loins.
Finally after what
seemed an eternity of pleasure, Hansel lay truly spent on the feather bed, his
arm around the witch nestled against him and he completely forgot all his fears
and worries for the time. As they regained their breath together, the witch
stirred just a bit, and spoke for the first time in several hours.
“Since it never
came up before, I’m curious. What’s your name?”
Somewhat surprised
to remember that he had never told her who he was in this time, Hansel answered
and asked the witch her name.
“I have none
really,” the witch answered, “Not any more. I don’t need one. Well, Hansel,
there’s a reason I wanted to make tonight special. Can you think of what it
is?”
His mood
immediately dropping from the light afterglow in which he had been basking,
Hansel realized that he knew what this was, and possibly had before they lay
down together. His heart sank as he allowed himself to realize that tomorrow
was the day.
Feeling him tense
against her, the witch nodded slightly and got up from the bed, looking down at
Hansel and smiling somewhat warmly.
“That’s right. I’m
all out of meat. So tomorrow I’m going to eat you. You’re nice and plump now
and you’ll make an absolutely delicious lunch. But with how good you’ve been, I
felt you deserved something extra. And tomorrow, you’ll find just how pleasant
I can make what’s going to happen to you.” She moaned and rubbed her belly in a
way that would have been very sensual just a short while before. “You won’t see
me until lunchtime as I have a few preparations to make. You can do whatever
you like to enjoy your time until then, and whatever you need will be provided
to you by a few of my little tricks. And then… well I think I’ll let you be
surprised. Good night, Hansel, my delectable treat.”
With that she was
gone to her bed, and Hansel was alone. He lay on the bed, staring at the
ceiling. He was out of time. No escape, no miraculous change of heart, no
incredible rescue could possible save him and he knew it. He was food now. He
had come to terms with it, but the reality that it was happening tomorrow was
still hard to accept. It took a long while before Hansel was finally able to
slip into a very restless sleep.
Waking up late the
next day after his fitful sleep, Hansel knew that he didn’t have much time left
until the witch would want her lunch. Yet somehow he found that he wasn’t
afraid any more. If nothing else, he somehow knew that the witch would make his
end quick and painless as possible before she cooked him into whatever meal she
desired, just as she had agreed. He already knew that he had pleased her, and
had faith that this would not go unrewarded.
The next hour was
spent mostly in reflection on his life. He knew he could do anything he really
wished with this time, but nothing else really seemed appealing or appropriate
for the last moments of his life. He knew he hadn’t made any great
accomplishments, but he was aware that he had been a good person, as best he
could. And he had provided for his family, even though two of them did not
deserve it. He was just thinking about how his sister would fare in his
absence, hoping she would be all right, when he heard the door to the kitchen
open and a snap of fingers made him stand upright against the pillar once more.
He expected to see
the witch carrying some sort of weapon to finish him quickly, or a vial of
something that would simply make him sleep and never wake up. But when she
slowly walked in front of him with an anticipatory smile on her face, the witch
was still without a stitch of clothing and held nothing in her hands.
She licked her
lips as she looked Hansel over, admiring his still muscled frame and the plump
belly he had grown, simply saying, “It’s time.”
Hansel nodded and
looked her in the eyes, determined to meet his end bravely. “Just please answer
me this,” he said. “How do you intend to do it?”
“Do it?” she asked
as though he had said something odd.
“Yes. How will you
kill me? It will be quick, will it not? Before you cook me?”
The witch gave a
melodious little laugh and slowly walked towards him as she spoke. “Kill you?
Cook you? Why, you’d behaved so you could avoid such unpleasantness.”
Hansel was clearly
confused, “Then how…”
“I’m just going to
gobble you right up as you are. You’re going to slip into my belly, and then
you’ll just slowly digest away. And, oh, how yummy you’ll be on the way into my
tummy.”
The witch’s mouth
fairly watered as she teased him and moved even closer, and Hansel’s eyes
widened in fear. This was his reward? To be eaten alive, trapped and suffer
inside her? He pressed back into the pillar by instinct, knowing there was
still no possible escape, but trying to stay back from her, his eyes now
focused on those full pink lips as the witch’s tongue slowly snaked out and
made another pass over them, her pert breasts already touching his chest now as
she smirked gently.
“You’re so scared
because you don’t know. But you’ll feel it soon enough, and then, you won’t
know anything but bliss.” Her head leaned in, and her tongue flicked out to
lick across Hansel’s lips as her hands caressed his sides. “Mmmm.”
Then, for the
first time, the witch gave him a true, deep kiss.
Before he could
really struggle, Hansel could feel himself melting into that kiss. The sense of
calm joy that he had felt at other moments of her touch felt amplified now as
his own lips began to tingle in pleasure. He returned the kiss gladly, pressing
his mouth into hers, exploring it with his tongue and feeling her lips slowly
spread to the skin around them, knowing only the incredible tingle of pleasure
that seemed to spread from his lips outward. Soon he felt her mouth working
over his chin and nose, teeth scraping along his skin and bringing even more of
that wonderful tingling as he tongue began gently lapping over his face.
The witch
stretched her lips quite easily around Hansel’s face as her hands slowly rubbed
along his muscular arms and sides, further calming him for his journey. Her
preparations early made it a delight to open and stretch her body wider to pull
him in, and she could already taste that incredible
flavor for which she had longed these last few days, knowing the meal was
finally hers. Her preparations had included a little charm on her lips.
Wherever they touched, this tender morsel would feel a wonderful tingle of
delight, no matter what else touched his skin from that point on. And as her
lips would caress every inch of his body, she could be assured that he would
never suffer and would feel nothing but pleasure right up to the very end. The witch had done this several times before
and always liked to reward her good meals this way. She moaned as she stretched
her lips around his head now, slowly engulfing it with a wet glomming as her
tongue bathed his face in saliva, her stomach growling loudly for the coming
feast.
His world plunged
into a sultry darkness, Hansel no longer cared about
reality. His entire head was alight with pleasure while the tongue massaged his
face gently, bringing forth more of the almost orgasmic sensation as he felt
himself being pulled deeper. The witch’s lips created a tight seal around his
body as they slowly began to spread over his shoulders, his head pushing into
her throat and feeling an unbelievably wonderful pressure there as his body
worked to pull him down. With this feeling and the sensation her lips slowly
stroking their way to his chest, Hansel knew he was just a good meal for her
and did not care. If this was being eaten alive, he could not wait to a rest in
her belly and feed the witch. He could feel her teeth following along behind
her lips, chewing at him lightly, tenderizing him as they added to that
incredible tingle that was spreading down his flesh. As he felt the manacles
suddenly release his wrists and his arms fell to his sides, his head lay in her
throat being pulled gently downwards. Hansel had no thoughts of trying anything
now that his hands were free. His mind was swimming in pleasure, and in some
strange corner of his thoughts he actually hoped that he tasted good to his
captor.
The witch moaned
around the delicious mouthful that Hansel made, already feeling her neck
stretching in a very pleasant way around his head as she worked her way around
his shoulders. She savored the meat of his chest, letting her tongue slowly
work over the toned meat, teasing his nipples as Hansel slipped slowly into her
body. His chest filled her mouth now and stretched it steadily wider as she
used her hands on his arms to help guide him in. Feeling him wriggle just a bit
inside her, the witch knew that it was not out of fear, but more spasms of the
sensation running along his skin now, and she could even feel him trying to
help his way in deeper. With steady, powerful swallows the witch continued to
enjoy her feast, lips brushing against the swell of that wonderfully soft belly
as she could feel his head slipping into her gullet, stretching her chest in
that wonderful way now.
Hansel moaned and
continued to shiver and writhe inside her, that tight
massage of her throat beginning to creep down his shoulders as the wonderful
bliss continued to spread down his body, claiming him just as her hunger would
soon. The witch’s saliva and other fluids inside her gullet coated his body,
and he could feel it making his trip down that much easier as every touch from
her body, every drip of drool that hit his body, every motion that he made
brought forth another wave of absolute pleasure. Hansel wriggled about inside
the witch even more, working to rub his sensitized skin against the wonderfully
soft walls of her inner passages, even as he could feel her mouth, lips and
teeth moving feverishly, working their way around the new protrusion of his
gut. The pleasure that spread through his belly as it was rubbed and nibbled at
was even more intense than anything he had felt so far as the witch gobbled him
down, and his struggles increased as he worked to press his gut into every
possible surface in her mouth, his body slipping deeper and deeper into hers.
Soon he could feel his head pressing against the tight entrance to her stomach
while his belly was pressed, massaged, and gently licked inside her mouth.
Tears of pleasure
and slight strain running down her puffed cheeks, the witch moaned around the
incredible flavor of Hansel’s rounded gut. She had plumped him up perfectly and
the belly made such a wonderful mouthful. So soft and pliant, but still
carrying the toned flavor of the rest of her meal, she gently pressed it
between her teeth, letting the fat there fill her cheeks, part of the belly
already slipping into her throat as his body was inched further down. As his
head slowly began to push into her stomach, the witch pressed and worked the
plump gut in her teeth, working to get all the flavor she could without ever
breaking the skin, letting the incredible sensation of fullness run over every
square inch of her mouth, even as it began to slip from her upper body into her
own belly. With audible smacking and champing noises, the witch made slow
careful swallows, one of her hands reaching down to rub her gut as she felt
Hansel’s head pushing down into her stomach. Her tongue stroked every bit of
fat and muscle it could reach along the line of his gut before slowly snaking
out, tasting the erection that had already grown as she swallowed him down.
As the witch’s
teeth had nibbled and gnawed at his flesh, pressing it in ways that felt
incredible with the new sensations on Hansel’s skin, he could already feel an
arousal growing that was stronger than any he had ever experience. He groaned
and squirmed inside her, even as his head was pushed into a slightly more open
area, the tingling continued all over his body, and especially at his belly as
it slowly began to slip into the tight grip of the throat, adding to the joy he
felt. The tongue flicked along his arousal quite pleasantly, spurring it
forward as Hansel’s body writhed in the added pleasure. It was almost too much
sensation at one time and he could feel his sanity collapsing under the weight
of such extreme bliss. But nothing could have prepared him for the moment when
her lips passed over his belly to his hips, brushing against his flaring member
as the witch slurped it into her mouth. Pleasure so incredible shot through his
body that he climaxed in that instant against her tongue and a small part of
Hansel’s mind actually did snap in the intensity of it. He could not really
remember himself or anything of his life outside. There was only this
incredible pleasure that shot through his whole body, centering on the throbbing,
spurting head of his cock, and the witch’s belly to be filled. He had to feed
her well. She needed meat and he was perfect living flesh and he had to keep
her well fed for several days because who knew when another morsel like himself
would come along and the only reason for his pleasure was to feed her so he had
to get into her stomach had to be yummy in her tummy had to hit the spot had to
get her stuffed had to.
Outside, the witch
lapped up the flavor of his seed one last time, letting it spread over his skin
and season him. As she purred around him and relished that flavor, she could
feel Hansel getting more active inside, wriggling with a fervor that was
delightful as his shoulders and chest began to slide slowly into her stomach,
making her belly stretch gently outward. The witch nibbled at his thighs now
and found that his legs were kicking and that he was sliding much faster into
her now, his hips already wriggling into her throat. Her gut was expanding so
quickly now, the pleasure of it shooting through as she let herself slip to the
ground. She leaned back bathed in the growing fullness as Hansel’s kicking legs
slipped between her lips, soon only half his calves and his feet sticking out.
Almost there
almost there getting closer as his chest was moving into that wet, fleshy
chamber and he had to curl up and move around because he was sliding into her
and his legs were slipping past those wonderfully full lips and into her and
that wonderful gut she had given him was slipping in now and he was most of the
way in and he had to keep wriggling had to keep working because her belly was
where he belonged where he finally realized he had always been heading and he
had to fill her up and get into her stomach to nourish her because he was
tender and of course delicious and that could only mean that he was meant to be
food for this beautiful witch and feel that wonderful tingle of being inside
her of becoming part of her and so glad that he did not get roasted or stewed
or baked or anything because then he would never know just what a perfect meal
he was and how he was almost completely inside her now.
Lips sealing
around his ankles, the witch could feel Hansel squirming wildly inside her now,
and the sensation was so wonderful. Though the feet tried to pull into her
lips, she kept a tight lock around them, watching them wriggle and writhe as
she realized he was actually trying his best to finish himself inside. She
slowly rubbed huge, moving, pulsating bulge in her belly, feeling every bump
and sway as he struggled about in there. Finally one fluid motion, the with
tipped her head up, slurps in the last of his feet, the toes tickling her lips
as they passed and swallowed, giving him what he now seemed to want so badly.
At last all inside
he was completely curled up in her belly because there was a moment when he
could not pull his feet in and he thought that maybe he had not tasted good
enough or that he was not hitting the spot like he was supposed to and he was
unworthy and she would spit him up and tell him to get out because he was no
good meal just a pointless boy not even a man worthy of feeding her then his
feet were gobbled up quick as you please and he knew her of course she could
not resist a final tease before letting her fulfill her and feed her as he was
supposed to because he was a good meal a delicious treat a succulent feast and
he could stay in her belly where he belonged where he always belonged and he
would keep her fed for days so he could finally relax in the comfortable
tingling warmth of her stomach.
The witch lay on
the floor and smacked her lips as the last of Hansel slipped into her stomach
and settled there. Her hands roamed over her stretched belly, feeling him there
and enjoying that fullness as she took the last of his taste from her lips.
She could have
lain there all day and just felt satisfied with her feast, but just several
minutes after finishing off the last of that tender morsel, she heard a knock
at the door. She did not want to get up, but if it was another potential meal
at the door, she could not risk letting it go. Hoisting herself to her feet,
she could feel Hansel sloshing and swaying inside her and cast a quick glamour
that would hide her belly and put forth the appearance of clothes as she walked
out of the kitchen to the front door of her cottage.
Opening the door,
the witch beheld a girl about nineteen there, with blond hair and a very
shapely frame. What struck her immediately though was
the girls facial features, which bore some similarity to the boy that was
currently stewing in her belly.
“Hello,” the girl
said, “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 witch managed
to work her face into a look of concern, but inside she was grinning from ear
to ear.
This delicious
feast might not be over just yet.
To be Continued.