Update 3

Yay!  Another chapter done.  And yes, it's the start of yet another new story.  It's even outside my two main  universes.  It may even start it's own universe.  But enough of that.  Yes, the subject for this story is frighteningly normal...even bland compared to my other subjects.  Everyone is adult(everyone who is having sex anyway), no raping occurs, violent or otherwise, there are no fantasy creatures, there is no evil mad science going on, not even any furies or futas(though Whitney almost counts as a futa, but he's just a sissy boi).

In this story I tried to focus more on detail, dialogue and character development.  I'm also going to try to keep it as realistic as possible.....yeah, shocker for me, I know.  But that being said, because I'm trying to keep it fairly realistic, it will not include any taboos that I am personally against in real life(With the possible exception of public exhibitionism.  Some of those cars could have held under aged children in them, theoretically.  But since none were mentioned, I'm gonna say there were none, give me a little slack, please.  And no, none of the skater's were under seventeen.  Which is still legal in most states if I'm not mistaken.  In any case, It's still just a story so I'm gonna let it slide.).

Well, I'm outa things to rant about sooo....enjoy:D

Oh and in case you're wondering, Whitney is 19 and Arthur is 36.

The Pizza Delivery Boi

    Whitney pulled, carefully, to a stop in front of the house.  He was a very careful driver, unlike a lot of boys who delivered for Bob’s Pizza Place.  The pizza was still steaming beside him, though, so the costumer shouldn’t complain.  He opened the car door with an grinding shriek that sounded like it was in pain.  He might be careful, but his car was still a piece of shit.  It was old, rusted, and made funny noises at the oddest times.  Kind of like his boss, Bob.
    He bent over to retrieve the pizza from the passenger side seat, conscious of his ass the entire time.  Bob’s Pizza Place was fairly lax on the dress code.  As long as you wore a logo patch on your shirt and wore the Bob’s Pizza Place cap, anything went as far as Bob was concerned.  Whitney liked to wear ass hugging shorts that left little to the imagination.  He also wore a tight, white t-shirt, but his shorts were what made him blush now and then.  They were great while he was standing up, but if he bent over they rode up and showed a bit more than was considered proper. 
    Not that Whitney was a naïve innocent, by any means.  He’d done his share of sleeping around, but he wasn’t an exhibitionist either.  Whitney wasn’t what you would call handsome.  No, he was cute.  Very cute.  His features were soft and he had no beard at all.  His hips had a slight curve to them, making him look a bit feminine.  He was five foot six, slim without being bony, and he had absolutely no abs.  His brunette hair tended to hang down into his hazel eyes.  In high school he had had a pony tail but now he never let it get longer than neck length.  He also had one of those smiles that made all the girls either want him as a best friend or a hot fuck. 
    Once he had the pizza out of the car he double checked the address and started up the walkway.  As he made his way towards the door he caught a glimpse of someone peeking through the window blinds.  Must be impatient for their pizza, he thought.
    He walked right up to the door and pressed the door bell.  A few moments went by.  He had a tingly feeling like someone was watching him through the peephole.  He shifted nervously and was just about to head back to his car when he heard the indoor lock click and the door pulled slowly open.
    Oh…..my…he thought.  The man  in the doorway stood at about five foot ten, had sandy blond hair, dark brown eyes, and a strong jaw that looked like it needed a shave.  He was in good shape, might even have a couple of abs.  He looked thirty or fortyish, but that may have been the influence of the professor-like glasses. 
    “Um, pizza?” Whitney’s mind tied up his tongue and wouldn’t let him do anymore talking.  God he’s hot.
    The man looked back at him like he didn’t know what to do, “Uh, yeah, that is…um….bring it right in.  I’ll, uh, I’ll get my wallet.”
    Why’s he nervous, Whitney thought.  It’s just pizza.  He stepped inside and set the box on a small table next to the door.
    The man walked out of the room, soon returning with his wallet in hand.  He didn’t open it right away and stood awkwardly for a second, like he was trying to think of something to say.
    Finally, “I’m Arthur, by the way.  Um, you’re Whitney, aren’t you?”
    Whitney raised an eyebrow, “How’d you know that?”
    The man blushed, “I’d heard you do things for a….higher tip…”
    Whitney raised an eyebrow, “What do you mean?”
    “Shit,” the man scratched the back of his head, looking embarrassed, “I’m not good at this.  Um, I’d heard that if a costumer pays you a big tip then you’ll give him a favor, in return…..a sexual favor.”
    Realization dawned on Whitney, he threw his hands up in protest, “Hey buddy, I only did that once.  The guy talked me into it and I really needed the money.  College stuff, you know?”
    Arthur nodded, “The ‘guy’ must have been my friend.  He told me to ask for you when I ordered my next pizza…I’m sorry.  I thought it was something you did on a more regular basis.”
    “Well, it’s not,” Whitney shot back, trying to control the red he knew was flowing over his face, “I’m not like that!  I only…”
    “I know,” Arthur tried to placate him, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you.  Here, here’s the money for the pizza and a big tip anyway, I’m sorry, let’s forget about it.”
    Arthur shoved some bills into Whitney’s hand and held the door open for him to leave.  Whitney looked at the clearly mortified man and all the heat left him.  He looked down at the bills in his hand and sighed, “Well, why would you want to pay for it anyway?  I mean, you look like you could get anyone you wanted, for free.”
    The man looked at him, a frustrated look stealing into his eyes, “Well…I just.  I’m a really busy man.  I don’t have time to socialize much.  I just thought some quick fun with no strings would help me unwind a bit.  And when my friend told me about you…..I thought it was the perfect solution.  But instead I made an ass of myself, and I offended you.  I‘m sorry.  Could we just forget it happened?”
    Whitney looked down at the bills in his hand and then back up ant Arthur.  The man looked so sad and embarrassed.  And he was hot, besides, “Well….I am going to college and I could always use more money….and it’s not like I haven’t done it before…”
    Arthur looked a bit relieved, “You sure?  I wouldn’t want you to do anything you don’t want to.”
    Whitney gave him his best grin, “Sure, why not?  I feel kinda bad for making you frown like that anyway.  I hate to see a nice man like you so sad…”
    Whitney leaned in, his body close to Arthur’s as he gave him a kiss on the cheek.  The man looked startled at first, but he soon relaxed and slid his arms around the younger man. 
    “What do you want me to do?” Whitney murmured as he melted into Arthur’s strong arms.
    Arthur’s body language changed as he stepped into an area he had more experience with.  Firmly but not roughly he pushed Whitney away from him and towards a doorway leading to a hall, “First, I want you to change.  There’s already an outfit waiting for you in the last room on the right.  Be thorough.  I want to be impressed when you come back.”
    Whitney felt a rush deep inside himself as Arthur took control.  He had always been a sub.  He started for the hall with a grin, “Dress up, huh?  Sounds fun.”
    Arthur watched hungrily as the boy disappeared down the hallway, his ass swaying from side to side.
    Once Whitney had reached the room and closed the door behind him, he gazed around, a look of delighted awe stealing onto his face.  Reaching into his pocket, he snaked out his phone and quickly dialed a number.
    “Hey, Boss?  I’m taking the rest of the day off.  I’ll bring by the cash for that last pizza tomorrow.  Nope, something‘s come up.  Something personal I really can‘t get away from.”

    Thirty minutes after the phone call, Whitney looked at himself in the mirror of a vanity set against one of the bedroom walls.  He couldn’t help but giggle a little.  The dress was simple.  Short.  Very, Very short.  But simple.  It was predominately light blue with white trim.  Thin straps held up the torso hugging bodice while the skirt flared out, barely covering the top of his hips.  Thigh high stockings and simple black heels along with a white rose in his lightly styled hair finished off the outfit.  He had to admit his girlish hips and petite form made it hard to distinguish the person in the mirror as male. The transformation made him tingle all over.  The short hem of his dress would be tenting if it weren’t for the snug and incredibly soft turquoise panties keeping him secure.
    He nervously nipped at his lower lip and headed out the door.  The heels changed his entire walk as he carefully made his way down the hall towards the living room.  Arthur was sitting on the couch, his brow furrowed in concentration as he studied a mess of papers spread over the coffee table in front of him.  He looked up as Whitney entered the room.  He looked stunned for a half moment, but quickly recovered himself and grinned.  He set the document he was currently studying down and patted his knee.  Motioning for boy who looked like a girl to sit.
    “You look amazing,” he praised as Whitney obediently slid into his lap.
    “T-thank you…” a girlish whimper escaped Whitney’s lips as Arthur’s hands slid around his waist and over his thigh, “Y-you have good taste.”
    “I’m glad you approve of my selection,” Arthur murmured, his lips millimeters from the Whitney’s ear, “Having never seen you, I wasn’t sure if it would suit you, but I knew it was perfect the moment you stepped out of your car and showed me this fine rear.”
    Whitney yelp as he felt a hand slide under him to cup his ass cheek, the fingers playing with the hem of his panties.  He turned his head bashfully away as the man handled him like he owned him.
    “Please…” he breathed, “You’re making me blush…”
    Arthur chuckled, “Why would you blush?  You’re so beautiful.”
    Whitney bit his lip ineffectively trying to hold back a squeal as the hand slipped around his leg and cupped his nylon covered bulge, “God!  You have to stop!  If you keep this up I’ll go crazy!”
    Arthur laughed and stood them both up, turning Whitney around he brought him close, “That’s the idea…” he murmured as he brought the boy’s lips to his own. 
    Whitney melted as Arthur kissed him.  He felt the man’s hands grip his ass and pull him close.  He found himself pushed against a wall, one leg hiked up to allow Arthur’s jean clad thigh to scrape against the straining erection between his legs.  His mouth surrendered under the possessive onslaught of the other man’s tongue.  At that moment, Arthur owned him in every sense of the word.
    He almost cried when the embrace suddenly ended.
    Arthur pushed away with a smart slap to Whitney’s thigh.  The boy watched, yearningly, as the older man walked to the opposite side of the room and took a seat in a comfortable looking chair.  Arthur picked up a remote and punched a button.  Dance music filled the room.
    “Dance for me, Boy.  Give me you’re best lap dance.”  Arthur settled back into the cushions looking expectant.
    Whitney bit his lip, looking a bit shy.  He started to move back and forth, finding his rhythm in the song as his hips swayed.  He looked into Arthur’s eyes and grew more confident, somehow finding strength in the man’s gaze.  His entire body began to move, his dress accentuating his form as he moved closer to the easy chair.  A flash of more hip here, fabric stretching tight over a curved stomach there.  When he had crossed the room, he bent at the waist, his face an inch from Arthur’s knee, he moved forward, gliding up the man’s relaxed body until they were face to face with Whitney’s crotch sliding sensuously across Arthur’s knee.  With soft kiss to the tip of his audience’s nose, the dancer twisted around and ground his ass over a clearly aroused crotch.  God he’s big! Whitney thought as his thinly clad ass cheeks felt the man’s length. 
    He leaned back, his head next to Arthur’s, stretching his arm back to hook behind the man’s neck.  His lips brushed along a rough jaw line as the rest of him undulated against his Arthur’s body.
    Arthur reached around the boy’s legs, gripping and spreading both of his thighs.  He pulled and Whitney levered, rubbing ass to crotch for a moment before the younger man gripped the arms of the chair and brought his knees up.  His feet planted on either chair arm allowing him to stand and turn.  He dropped back down, his knees to either side of Arthur.  He gyrated, grinding his crotch against the man’s face, making him grin.  Whitney grinned back and reached his hands down to grip the chair arms again. He lowered himself back and down till his knees were on the floor instead of on the chair.  He dipped his head and placed his mouth over the bulge in Arthur’s jeans, giving in a wet suck as his teeth clamped around the denim edges. 
    Arthur’s head bent backwards as he groaned.  Looking down again, he moaned, “Take it out.”
    Obediently, and not a little eagerly, Whitney reached up and unbuckled Arthur’s  belt.  He slowly pulled down the zipper and reached inside.  Pulling aside some constraining underwear, he found what he was looking for.  The shaft was hot to the touch and thick.  Whitney’s small feminine hand barely reached around it.  Carefully he pulled it free and let loose a hungry whimper.  It looked to be about eight inches or so(Whitney prided himself on the accuracy of his sight measurements) and he was pleasantly surprised to find it smoothly shaven.  His hand was still wrapped around the shaft so he gave it a couple of strokes, biting his lower lip at how soft and malleable the skin was over the steel hard poll. 
    Arthur looked a bit flushed, though his voice didn’t betray anything but authority as he said, “Taste it, Boy.  Let’s see how good you are with a man’s tool.”
    A shark-like smile spread over Whitney’s face as he determined to show Arthur just how talented he was.  His tongue snaked out and swirled over the shaft, sliding up around the glans.  He love the clean, meaty taste of it.  He lowered his mouth down to the base of the shaft and began to kiss and nip his way back to the tip.  He took the head into his mouth, giving it an experimental lollipop suck.  He looked up into Arthur’s flushed face, smacking his lips before diving back down to deep throat the entire length.  Arthur gave a surprise and satisfying groan as his entire manhood was swallowed by the pizza delivery boy.  Whitney bobbed his head a couple times, feeling the stretched sensation of having a thick cock shoved half way down his throat, before pulling back to a more manageable position.  He worked his lips and tongue over the top half of the phallus, using techniques he’d been honing since junior high.  He’d never had a boy or man last more than a few minutes under his tongue. 
    The minutes ticked by, and though Arthur let loose with a lot of grunts, moans, “Oh God”s, and a large and varied selection of swear words, he didn’t seem any closer to popping off into the hungry boy’s mouth.  Ten minutes went by, and then twenty.  Finally, after a half hour of furious sucking and slurping Whitney felt back, gasping from exertion.
    “How are you doing that!?” he gasped, looking up at Arthur, “Nobody’s ever been able to last for so long when I blow them!”
    Breathing hard himself, Arthur reached down and stroked Whitney’s cheek, “I’m very good at holding back until I’m ready to cum.  I have to say, though, you make it harder than anybody I’ve ever been blown by,” he chuckled, “I think I‘m ready for the main course, now.”
    Whitney gasped as Arthur stood and pulled him up.  He found himself bent over, hands firmly planted on a window seat, legs spread, presenting his ass conveniently for the older man‘s use.  He realized he was extremely grateful that the blinds were lowered as Arthur lifted up his skirt and pulled his soft nylon panties down, letting them drop to the floor around his ankles. 
    Whitney sighed with relief as his cock was allowed into the open air.  A small squeal erupted from his lips, though, as he felt fingers walking over his balls and down his length.
    “Five inches, huh?” Arthur breathed, “Perfect sucking size…”
    Whitney squealed long and loud as soft experienced lips slid over his length, taking him inside a warm mouth.  He moaned as Arthur’s tongue slid over and around his shaft.  He shuddered, barely holding it together as the tongue and teeth played with his glans. 
    Suddenly, he felt a hand on his ass.  Then fingers spreading his crack open.  When the first finger wriggled its way down into his tight boi cunt he couldn’t hold on any longer.  He cried out, squealing as he came, feeding Arthur ropes of creamy white cum.  His knees were shaking so much he nearly collapsed, but Arthur braced him, never stopping his onslaught of Whitney’s ass, he stroked and pulled till the opening was wide enough to slide in another digit.  He drained Whitney’s dick of juice and then let it slide wetly from his lips.
    “You’re so tasty, Boy,” Arthur quipped as he rose to his feet, his finger still buried inside Whitney’s quivering ass. He gave a round cheek a light slap, extracting a whimpering moan.
    Whitney squirmed as a third finger was put inside him, all three pumping his boi cunt as Arthur added spit for lube.  He gulped when the fingers were removed, knowing what was coming next.  He felt the soft tip of Arthur’s cock press against his open hole, stretching him just a bit further as it popped inside.
    Arthur grinned as the boy moaned with his entry.  He pushed a little more, feeling the slick, wet tube that was Whitney’s rectum wrap itself around him.  Soon he was half way in.  He pulled back and then pushed again, his tool making a soft squelching sound as it worked further inside.  Whitney bit his lower lip as the cock worked its way inside him, pumping slowly back and forth until…
    “Oh god, I can fell your hips on my ass!”  Whitney whimper. “You’re all the way inside me.  Fuck you feel so good!”
    Arthur chuckled, reaching forward, “You’re so hot and wet around my cock, Whitney.  But now the real show starts.”
    Whitney’s eyes flew wide open in shock as Arthur raised the blinds all the way, exposing them to the traffic in front of the house.
    “No!” he shouted, “I don’t do this!  I’m not an exhibitionist!  Stop! OH GOD!”
    Whitney’s protests died as the man behind him began to stroke him hard and fast.  He looked out at the cars and people passing by.  None had notice them yet, but he blushed anyway, feeling on display as Arthur fucked him from behind. 
    Suddenly some skate boarders sped by, one looked to the side just in time to see the pair in the window going at it.  A look of shock passed over his face before he lost focus and tumbled off his board.  As he got back to his feet the others returned to see what had happened.  Whitney groaned, Oh fuck! as they all turned to watch him.  He could just make out some of what they were saying through the thin glass that was his only protection from the rest of the world.
    “Fuck, man!  He’s really pounding her!”
    “Look she’s watching us too!”
    “What a slut!”
    Whitney’s jaw dropped as he realized they couldn’t see his dick bouncing away behind his upper body.  They think I’m a girl!!  The thought somehow made him harder, sending tingles down his spine. 
    Above him, Arthur was bearing down, ramming into him harder and harder.  Whitney’s cock was completely hard once again and he didn’t know if he would last under the onslaught.  He yelped as the first sharp slap bounced off his ass.  He could hear the boys outside cheer as Arthur gave him repeated spankings, reaming him all the while.  He looked outside again, blushing a deep crimson as he saw a passing middle aged man with an open, disbelieving mouth, stop and gape for a second before hurriedly moving on.  Cars began to slow as they passed by, one even parked on the side of the street as a man and a woman watched the show.
    “You see,” Arthur grunted as he thrust away, “They love you.  They want to watch you get fucked.  If it were just me the cops would have been called by now.”  He reached down and began jerking Whitney off as they fucked.
    People outside kept walking and driving by.  A few stopped for a moment before getting embarrassed and continuing on.  Only the boys and the couple in the car stayed to watch.  Whitney whimpered and blushed harder than he had ever blushed under their intent stares.
    “Are you about ready to cum?” Arthur asked as he stroked Whitney’s tool.
    Whitney nodded, “I-I can take much more of this!”
    “Good.”  Arthur smiled weakly as his own control wavered, “Time for the finale.”
    Whitney squealed as Arthur pulled him back and up.  The viewers outside all gasped as they saw his cock being stroked and realized he was a boy.  Two of the skater boys quickly turned and skated away but one boy and the couple remained, watching, fascinated as the two continued to fuck.  Whitney lay his head back against Arthur’s shoulder, his eyes locked with the boy’s as strong hands gripped his hips and a thick cock thrust hard and fast inside him.  He milked the rod with his ass cheeks, feeling it close to finally cumming as he gasped, ready to spew, himself. 
    Arthur growled out his climax, filling Whitney’s bowels with shot after thick shot of cum.  The feeling of having his ass filled with hot jizz combined with the sensation of being watched by complete strangers was too much.  Whitney orgasmed a second time, his cum shooting out of his bobbing cock to hit the window seat and the window behind it.  The couple in the car grinned their approval.  The skater boy gulped at the sight.  Suddenly, he seemed to remember himself and he took off like he was being chased.
    Arthur pulled out and slid a supporting arm around a weary Whitney.  He folded the boy into a loving embrace and kissed him.  The couple watched them, smiling.  The woman even giggled and blushed at the display of affection.  After the kiss ended, Arthur turned and waved a smile at them before reaching out and lowing the blinds.  The car sped off as Arthur pulled an exhausted Whitney to the nearby couch to rest.
    “You ok?” Arthur asked, concerned as he held the unsteady boy in his arms.
    Whitney nuzzled his nose against Arthur’s chest and sighed, “Mmhmm…just spent.  You really wore me out!  I’m glad I took the rest of the day off.”
    “You going to be able to drive yourself home?”
    Whitney froze, suddenly remembering that this was a business transaction, not a romp with a boyfriend. “Yeah, I, uh, I think I’ll be good in a moment.”
    “Good…” Arthur was suddenly awkward again, “Take all the time you…need.  I, uh, I need to get back to work…”
    Whitney knew he shouldn’t feel hurt as Arthur gently but firmly moved him away to lean against the back of the couch before returning to the paperwork he had been working on.   He knew he was just a pizza boy who had made a rather unethical deal with a costumer.  He knew he should just get up and go home, happy to have more cash in his pocket. 
    But, then, why did he have this sinking sensation in his stomach.
    With a sigh, he got up and started for the bedroom, “I’ll just…change…and go…then.”
    Arthur stopped working and looked up at him, “Uh wait a sec, would you?”
    Whitney paused next to the entry to the hall.
    Arthur coughed nervously, “Eh…you’re money’s on the table..”
    Whitney noticed a big wad of cash sitting next to the papers on the table. “But you already paid me…”
    Arthur scratched the back of his neck, “Well, since you decided to stay and you were wonderful.  Really…I just thought I’d throw in a bit more…”
    “You didn’t have to do that…”
    “I know…but I insist…you really did earn it…”
    You really did earn it…Whitney couldn’t help but feel a bit dirty as he walked over to the table and picked up the bills.  He was about to turn and head to the bedroom to change when Arthur stopped him again.
    “Um, could I ask you for one more thing?”
    “What…” Whitney snapped a bit harshly before he could stop himself.
    Arthur winced, “Uh, never mind.  I’m sorry, I was just going to ask for your number.  It was bad idea.”
    Whitney froze, “Why would you want my number?”
    Arthur blinked, “So I could call you to schedule next time, of course.  Instead of the awkwardness of going through the pizza service…That is, if you want there to be a…next time.”
    Whitney had so many conflicting emotions that he barely got out, “You want to do this again?”
    Arthur looked really cute when he blushed, “Well, yes…”
    Whitney fairly scrambled around the table, making the older man yelp in surprise as he grabbed his hand and a pen before scribbling down his cell number.
    “There!  Call me anytime!  But next time, lets do this in the evening after I get off shift, k?”
    Arthur nodded, a bit dazed by the sudden burst of enthusiasm, “Okay…Oh and by the way, you can keep the outfit.  On one condition, that is.”
    Whitney brightened at the prospect, “Condition?”
    Arthur grinned, “That you wear it the next time we meet.”
    Whitney laughed, “Okay! Deal!  I’ll go grab my stuff now.”
    He scampered back to the bedroom and grabbed his things, deciding to leave the dress on.  Everyone at the dorm knew he was gay so it didn’t matter on that account.  He walked back into the living room and headed for the door.  “Till next time,” he called.
    Arthur nodded, his head bent intently over his papers again.  Whitney shook his head as he turned the knob to the front door.  This man was going to take some figuring out.
    But at least he’d have another chance.

Update 2

Whew!  Finally finished Little Red!  And I love the finished result:D  I've been all over the place, trying out new story lines, writing a little on old ones here and there.  I don't post as often as some authors, not because I don't write very much, but rather because I find it hard to stick to one storyline and only occasionally finish a story or chapter.  And then sometimes I'll finish a bunch all at once and my readers get a flurry of chapters.  Oh, well.  Hopefully Little Red will keep you entertained for a while, till I finish more:D

Little Red

    It was a balmy autumn’s day with just enough wind to send leaves scuttling along the ground as well as ruffle the thick dark tresses of the young girl as she strolled toward the forest.  She wore her favorite red cloak over a modest country girl’s dress.  Today she had traded in her nice town shoes for a sturdier pair of work boots.  After all, the road through the forest was rarely kept in good condition, making it almost as rough as rest of the forest and far more muddy.
    The girl’s name was Blanchette, though everyone called her Little Red.  She hated her real name so she didn’t complain about the nickname.  There were some who even shortened her name to just ‘Red’.  That was even better, it almost sounded like a real name. 
    Red was different than the other girls her age.  For one thing, she didn’t scare easily.  Most girls would be to frightened to make the long walk from the valley village to the deep parts of the forest where her grandmother lived.  Not Red.  She liked walking and she loved her grandmother.  Everyone told her to be careful of the wild animals in the forest, but they never seemed to bother her. 
    Today seemed especially fine for a visit to her grandmother’s, so Red’s mother had handed her a basket filled with lunch for her and some treats for her grandmother, and waved goodbye with her usual warning to stick to the road. 
    Sticking to the road was easy while she was still in the valley but once she got into the forest, Red found it hard to walk in the mucky and poorly maintained tracks.



    The woodcutter swung away at the stubborn, gnarly tree.   It had sat there for years, a thorn in his eye until today he decided he was going to go ahead and cut it down, even if it was useless for any lumber or burning purposes.  The tree, though had other ideas.  It was tough as iron and somehow managed to turn his axe every other chop.  He had been at it for a good hour before he threw his badly dulled tool to the ground in disgust. 
    He mopped a rag across his forehead and stretched his back just in time to look down the road and see Little Red making her way along the side of the path.  He grinned as thoughts filled his head.  Thoughts that weren’t nice at all.  His brother was a woodcutter in the next valley.  He had two young children who had been recently taken away from him to the castle to be sex slaves to the Sorceress Queen Regina.  The very thought of what his nephew and niece were being made to do was enough to make the woodcutter hard.  What made him even harder was the sight of Little Red walking towards him.  She was the same age as his niece and nephew, slim with just enough baby fat to fill out her dress.  He loved how her raven black hair framed her adorably cute face.  Every time he saw her he imagined what his cock would look like squeezed between her pouting red lips.
    As Red drew closer he waved to her and she waved brightly back.  The funny thing was, the stupid little girl had no idea how much he wanted to drag her off into the woods and fuck her.  He could just take a piece of her clothing and tell her family a wolf had gotten to her.  A few hours of doing whatever he wanted, a shallow grave, and no one would be the wiser…
    Some day he might work up the guts to do it.
   


    Red smiled as she saw the woodcutter up ahead.  She liked him.  He was always so nice.  He was one of those people who liked to hug and touch.  When they chatted his hands never seemed to be off her for more than a few seconds.  She liked the contact.  It made her feel a little weird, but good.
    “Hello, Mr. Woodcutter!”  Red smiled as she reached him.
    “Well hello, Little Red!  Going to you’re grandma’s?”  he asked as he wrapped her in a hug.
    Red giggled as she felt his hands on her butt, squeezing a little, “Yup!  I’ve got some goodies Mama baked for her.”
    She broke the hug to show him the basket.  The woodcutter nodded as he stayed close, his hand rubbing along her arm.
    “I bet she’ll really appreciate that.”  His hand slid up to her neck, massaging her there.
    Red sighed with pleasure, “Uh huh.  She doesn’t get to the village much anymore and baking supplies are scarce out in the woods.”
    “That they are,” the woodcutter muttered as he licked his lips and his fingers traced Red’s soft cheek, “That they are.”
    Red smiled up at him again and said, “Well, I better go if I’m gonna get there before dark.”
    The woodcutter stopped himself just short of grabbing her arm as Red pulled away and started to walk down the road again.
    “Ok, t-then,” he called, “Give you’re grandma my best.”
    “I will,” Red called over her shoulder, “Bye, Mr. Woodcutter!”
    The woodcutter groaned in frustration as he watched red go.  If only the cloak didn’t hide her form so well.
    Red walked for a while on the edge of the road, but after a while she found her self straying farther into the woods.  The woods were more interesting than the forest anyway.  There were insects and flowers of every shape and size to look at.  At one point she came upon a hare that took off into the forest as soon as it saw her.  She followed it laughing like it was a game of tag. 
    After a while, though, she realized that she could no long see the road and was lost.  She wasn’t worried, however.  Red never got worried.  She kept walking.  The sun started to go down but she kept on until she came to a stream.  She figured it had to be the stream that crossed the road so she began to follow it.  If it didn’t take long to get back to the road then she would only have about an hour or so walking in the dark till she reached Grandma’s house. 
    She had been following the stream for only a few minutes when she saw something that made her freeze.  A few feet in front of her, it’s head bent down to drink from the stream was a large grey wolf.  Even then, Red wasn’t scared.  She knew enough, though, to remain absolutely still.  Maybe the wolf would finish drinking and just run off and do wolfy things.
    The wolf continued to lap up water for a few moments until it suddenly stopped and looked up at Red.
    “You know,” it said in a gravelly voice, “It’s rude to stare.”
    Red’s jaw dropped and her eye’s bulged out of her head, “You can talk!…..And I wasn’t staring!”
    The wolf looked like he was grinning as he lolled his tongue at the little girl, “Grrr!  Yeah you were.  And yeah I can.”
    Red put her hands on her hips in her best offended pose, “I was not!  I was waiting for you to leave.”
    The wolf cocked his head to the side, “Why were you doing that?”
    Red gave him a serious look, “Everyone know wolves are dangerous.  I thought if I didn’t move you might not notice me.”
    The wolf raised an eyebrow, “Everyone knows that, do they?”
    Red decided his voice was more gruff than mean, “Well…yeah.  Aren’t you?”
    The wolf’s growl reached a frightening decibel, “Of course, I’m dangerous!”
    Red took a step back, suddenly unsure if he was just gruff.  And to be clear she was just a little nervous.  Not scared at all.
    But then the wolf’s tongue lolled out again, “Just didn’t know everyone was aware of that.”
    Red let out some air she had been holding onto, “How come you can talk?”
    The wolf cocked his head again, “What do you mean, how come?  You talk don’t you?”
    Red couldn’t think of anything to sat to that.
    The wolf came closer to her, sniffing, “What is a child like you doing way out here on your own?  Don’t you know bad things can happen to little girls in this forest?”
    It was Red’s turn to grin cheekily, “Yeah, like what?”
    The wolf looked taken aback for a moment, “Well,  you could get eaten by a dangerous wolf like me, for example.”
    “You wouldn’t would you?” Red asked curiously.
    The wolf ginned, “If I was hungry maybe.  But I’m not, so you’re safe.  There are better thing to do with little girls than chew them up, anyway.”
    Red’s curiosity grew stronger, “Really?”
    The wolf nodded.
    “Such as?”
    The wolf looked her up and down like he was considering something, “Like mating with them.”
    Red rolled the unfamiliar word around in her mouth trying to get a feel for it.  Unsuccessful, she looked at the wolf curiously, “What’s that?”
    The wolf growled softly, low in his throat, “It’s a very fun game.  A grown up game.  Are you grown up?”
    Red giggled, “No!  I’m just a little girl!  But Mama says, the way I act sometimes I may as well be grown up.”
    The wolf grinned wolfishly, “Then you might as well play grown up games.”
    Red couldn’t argue with that, “Ok!  What do I do?”
    The wolf  brushed up against her, “Reach down between my hind legs.”
    Red frowned, “That’s where your peepee is isn’t it?”
    The wolf nodded, “It’s called my cock.”
    Another new word for Red. “Cock, “ she said, trying it out.
    The wolf nodded again, “I want you to touch it, rub down there until it slides out of my sheath.”
    Red giggled, “But that’s…dirty…”
    The wolf looked at her expectantly, “It’s a dirty game.”
    Red bit her lip, something she did when she was about to do something she knew she wasn’t supposed to, “Ok…what’s you’re name anyway?”
    The wolf hesitated for a moment, “I’m called Fenrir.”
    The girl giggled nervously as she reached down and rubbed Fenrir between the legs, “My name’s Blanchette, but I hate it.  Every one calls me Little Red or just Red.  I like short names.  They’re easy to remember.  Do you mind if I call you Fen?”
    Fenrir whined as Red rubbed him gently beneath his tail.  He yipped a little as his cock started to slid out. “Call me anything you want, just keep rubbing!”
    Red giggle at Fen’s funny behavior.  She gasped, though, as she touched something thick and sticky.  Instead of being disgusted, she was fascinated.  She felt it over, marveling at it’s shape and texture as it slid steadily from Fen’s body.  Kneeling down, she got a good look at it as enough was visible so that she could grip it with her whole hand.  Her fingers didn’t even reach halfway around.
    Fen was growling and whining simultaneously as the little girl stroked his meat.  Looking back her growled darkly at her, “Taste it!”
    The deep growl startled Red.  She looked up at the wolf’s dark angry eyes, suddenly thinking she may have gotten in over her head, “D-do I have to?”
    The wolf nodded, growling dangerously.
    Gulping, Red leaned forward and ran her tongue over the tip of the pulsing pink rod.  It tasted salty, and sticky, but not bad.  She tasted more, running her tongue over the hot shaft as Fen whimpered and growled in pleasure. 
    “Put it in your mouth!  Now!”  the wolf growl as menacingly as the first time.
    Red nodded and wrapped her lips around the head, instinctually sucking it into her mouth as her tongue swirled around the shaft. 
    Fenrir howled at the sky as the eight year old girl sucked his cock.
    Red figured that meant he liked what she was doing so she kept on sucking.   The cock was throbbing in her mouth, it’s skin sticky and smooth at the same time as it slipped between her lips.  Suddenly she felt a splash in her mouth as Fenrir peed creamy liquid down her throat.  Red had the urge to spit out the cock but she didn’t want to make a mess so she swallow it down, drinking the thick creamy flow as it poured into her mouth.
    When he was done, Red pulled off his cock and sat on her heels, smacking her lips, “Who won?”
    Fen yipped happily, “I’m pretty sure I did!”
    Red pouted a little, “Well, I didn’t even know the rules!”
    Fen grinned at her, “You want to play another round?  I bet you’ll win this time.”
    Red pulled her lips to the side, “I guess so…”
    Fen growled barked happily, “Then sit back, spread you’re legs, and pull down your panties!”
    Red gasped, “What?!”
    Fen grinned, “You’ll like this, I promise!”
    A very doubtful look on her face, Red sat back, propping herself against a tree.  She pulled back her dress skirts revealing her sensible cotton white panties.  Raising her butt a little she gripped them with both thumbs and pulled them slowly down over her knees and off.   Saliva dripped from Fen’s tongue as he stared at her bare snatch.
    As Red tossed her panties to the side, Fen padded up between her legs and dropped his snout to her lower lips.  Looking up at her he growled, “That’s called your cunt.  And I’m going to lick it now.”
    Red was trying out yet another new word when her lips froze in a silently shrieking O.  Fen had his snout up against her crotch as his long wolfish tongue lapped away at her vulva.  Wet, licking sounds rose gently into the waning light as the rough tongue folded and slithered over Red’s lower lips.  Mewling little squeals escaped her shocked lips as the pleasure emanating from her young sex filled her body.
    The screaming started when Fen’s tongue slipped inside.
    Red felt the flat wriggling flap of flesh worm up inside her body and her mind went crazy.  Moaning, girlish, screams erupted into the night as her legs wrapped around Fen’s head and her hands gripped at the ground at her sides.  Fen tickled her deep inside, pushing back her hymen until it split and let him further in.  The pain that shot through her body was nothing next to the erotic thrills that sent her spasming into her very first orgasm.   As he felt her girlish juices splash over his snout, Fenrir pulled out and sat grinning at her with his tongue lolling a half foot. 
    Red could see her pussy juices glistening on that tongue.
    “I. Guess.  I.  Won. That.  Time?”  Red gasped breathlessly between each word.
    Fen nodded, almost smirking at the little girl’s wide eyed wonder, “Now we have to have a tie breaker.”
    A little calmer now, Red leaned forward, “How do we do that?”
    Fen grinned and licked her cheek, “Take your clothes off.”
    Red blushed, “All of them?”
    “All of them.”
    Slowly, Red got back on her feet.  She let the red cloak fall to the ground.  Reaching back she unbuttoned her dress and shouldered out of it, letting it fall as well.  Kicking out of her boots and stockings, she stood, her smooth, eight year old body nakedly glistening in the light of the newly risen moon.
    “Get on your hands and knees,” Fen ordered.
    Red obeyed, quivering a little in anticipation.  She had no idea what to expect.  She yelped when she felt the big wolf jump on her from behind.  She needn’t have worried though as his paws stood firmly on the ground.  She fit almost perfectly beneath him. 
    She felt his wet cock slap against her rump, “W-what are you going to do?”
    Fen lowered his head next to hers, “I’m going to breed you.”
    Red wasn’t sure what that meant, but it sounded…interesting.  She felt him adjust behind her, sliding his cock up and down her butt crack.  She gulped as she felt him stop.  She could feel the tip of his cock resting at the opening of her cunt.  She closed her eyes and grit her teeth as she realized what was about to happen.
    One thrust.  One quick jerk of his hips, and Fen was inside Little Red.  She let out a loud grunt that turned into a moan that turned into a small shriek as he thrust again, his fat wolf cock splitting her open as he worked his way inside.  Stars burst on her vision as she felt like she was being filled past what she could take.  Her baby cunt stretched impossibly over his rod.  Tears began to fall as her vulva clamped tight around his cock.  Fen moved his hips, working more and more of himself into her.  Her juices flowed around him making it easier and slipperier.  Red moaned out scream after scream as the big wolf increased speed, pounding into her as she bumped back with her ass.   
    Suddenly Red felt something behind her.  Fen’s cock was suddenly bigger.  A lot bigger.  It felt like her tiny hole was ripping as he thrust wildly into her.  She tried to pull of but a vicious growl and snap above her head made her hesitate.  The pain increased fast, though, and she tried again only to feel two rows of jagged teeth clamp down on her neck and shoulder.  Fen held her tiny screaming body fast as her knotted with her, driving his cock hard against her womb.  Suddenly, Red’s pussy lips closed over the big ball of flesh and relief flooded her system.  There was still pain but she could now feel pleasure again as well.  Fen kept his jaws clamped tight as her growled thunderously in Red’s ear.  He pounded viciously into her, breeding her as they mated.  Red screamed out several orgasms before Fen finally broke his hold on her, howling into the night as his seed filled her womb.
    They collapsed onto the mossy forest floor with Red curled snugly against Fen’s belly.  He was still tied with her.  She tried to pull off but the knot was still swollen inside her and her cunt was too sore, so she stopped.  Fenrir lay panting next to her, his radiant body heat keeping her comfy and warm. 
    “W-h-h-ho won t-t-that time?” Red murmured as her eyes drooped.
    Fen chuckled deep in his throat, “Well, you came about five or six times more than me.  So I’d say you did.”
    Red nodded distractedly, “G-good..”
    Sleep descended on both of them as the stars began to appear above.  Fenrir the wolf curled his body protectively around his new bitch.

   

    It was just passed midnight when Red stirred.  She felt warm and safe snuggled into the wolf’s belly.  The evening’s games came flooding back to her as she realized Fen’s cock had slipped out of her body and back into his.  She reached down and felt his cum still sticky on her thighs and crotch. 
    Fenrir awakened at the same time as Red.  They scrambled to their feet and looked at each other almost shyly.
    “Did you enjoy the game?” Fen asked.
    Red nodded and bit her lip, “Uh huh!  It was the best game I ever played!  But, I‘m kind of dirty now.”
    Fen nodded, “Let’s clean off in the stream.”
    They splashed into the cold water, yipping and giggling as they cleaned each other off.  Red scrubbed the twigs and leaves from Fen’s coat, gasping and giggling as he licked her thighs clean of cum.  When they were sufficiently washed they clamored back to dry land.  Fen shook the water from his coat and Red dried off with her dress.  She was about to pull it back on when Fen grabbed it with his teeth and tossed it into the stream.
    “Hey!” Red exclaimed, “Why did you do that?”
    Fen grinned at her, “I like you better without it.  Why you humans insist on wearing clothes is puzzling to me.”
    Red glared at him with her hands on her naked hips.  She looked impossibly cute in the moonlight, “Well we don’t have nice fur coats like you.  Did you ever think of that?”
    Fen looked at her with surprise, “…I suppose you’re right.”
    Red picked up her red cloak and draped it over her shoulders, “Why do you care what I wear anyway?”
    The wolf gave her an odd look, “Just taking an interest.  We are going to be spending a lot of time together from now on.”
    That brought Red up short, “We are?”
    The wolf nodded.
    “Why?”
    “We’ve mated.  Now I’m bonded to you, and you to me.  It’s a wolf thing.”
    The girl gaped at him, “Well, it’s not a human thing!….Well, I don’t think it is anyway.”
    Fenrir swished his tail, “Doesn’t mater.  I’m staying near you now.  What’s the matter?  Don’t you want me to?”
    Fen got a wide eyed puppy dog look and Red melted a little, “Oh, well, of course I want you to…”
    They stood looking at each other for a few moments.  The night wind ruffled through Fenrir’s fur and flapped Red’s cloak as the moon reflected off of her nude body.
    “Wow,” Red murmured finally, “That was a pretty serious game…”
    The wolf nodded.
    “What do we do now?”   
    “Where were you going before we met?”
    Red gasped, “To my grandma’s house!  Oh gosh!  I can’t go there like this!”  She gestured at her current state of undress.
    Fen cocked his head curiously, “Why not?”
    Red moaned, “Human’s don’t go around naked.  It’s not allowed.”
    Fen nudged her with his snout, “I’m sure your grandma won’t mind.  If you really need clothes so bad I’m sure she’ll give you some more.”
    Red sighed uncertainly, “I guess so…”
    Fen started to push her across the stream, “Come on!  I know where she lives.  There’s only one house in the forest after all.”
    Red gave in and followed Fen barefoot across the stream and deeper into the woods.  It was a full moon so the forest was alive with silver light as they drifted through it.  Still, Red kept a hand resting on Fen’s shoulder, more for intimacy’s sake than for guidance.  Fen knew the forest well and he had them at the cottage much sooner than the road would have taken them.  Smoke wafted from the chimney and cozy light spilled from the windows as they drew close.  Red couldn’t remember a night when Grandma had slept much.  She always said there was too much to do.
    Drawing her red cloak close around herself, Red knocked on the cottage door.  Fen stayed behind her, hidden in the shadows.  The heavy oak door swung open and light washed over Red.  Grandma looked down at her crimson clad granddaughter with mild surprise.
    “Red! Darling, what are you doing here this late!  It’s dangerous in the woods at night.”  Grandma was a handsome woman just barely in her fifties.  Her once raven hair was streaked with grey but the rest of her body had aged well.  She still had a slim waist with pleasantly curving hips.  Her legs, hidden under a simple dress, were long and sleek.  She still kept them well shaved.  Her bosom had only dropped a little over the years, but that could be forgive as it was very ample.  Only mild lines appeared around her eyes and mouth as she smiled a very grandmotherly smile and stepped aside to gesture Red into the comfort of her small cottage.
    “I know Grandma,” Red explained as she stepped forward, “I kind of wandered off the road and got a little lost, but it’s ok.  I met a friend who showed me some shortcuts.”
    Grandma’s smile froze and then slipped into a frightened frown as Red walked into the cottage, followed by the biggest wolf she had ever seen.
    “Red, honey,” Grandma said, her voice shaking, “S-step away very carefully.  Don’t make any sudden moves.”
    Red smiled patiently and tried to reassure her grandmother, “It’s ok, Grandma.  He’s friendly.  Sort of.  He won’t hurt you.  Will you Fen?”
    The great wolf shook his head solemnly, “I would never harm a member of my bond mate’s family.”
    Grandma’s jaw dropped.  She mouth a few incoherent words and then collapsed onto the stone floor.



    Her eyes fluttered open and she realized she was lying in bed while someone dabbed a cool cloth across her forehead.  She looked to the side and smiled as she saw it was her granddaughter, Little Red.  The smile slipped though, as memory came rushing back. 
    As Grandma looked fearfully around, Red placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, “It’s all right, Grandma.  Fen went out to hunt.  He was hungry.”
    Grandma relaxed a little, thinking she should know the name ‘Fen’ somehow, and looked at her granddaughter.  She started as she realized Red was naked except for the red cloak.
    “Red…”
    “Yes, Grandma?”
    “Where are your clothes?”
    “Oh, Fen likes me better without them.  We left them back at the stream after we played the game.”
    Grandma closed her eyes, afraid to hear the answer to her next question, “What game?”
    Red grinned, “The mating game, of course.  Fen put his cock in my cunt and bred me.  At least that’s what he said.  He’s teaching me all kinds of new words.”
    Grandma put her hand to her forehead, “I see.”
    Red went on happily, “You should play the mating game with us, Grandma.  It’s lots of fun!”
    At that moment a knock sounded at the door.  Before Grandma could stop her, Red exclaimed, “I’ll get it!” and ran to the door.
    The woodcutter stood outside the door.  He had finished work hours ago, but instead of going to his home at the edge of the forest, he thought he might visit the old woman and her granddaughter.  Maybe ogle Red some more.  When the door opened he couldn’t believe his eyes.  There stood cute Little Red, naked except for the crimson red cloak flapping behind her.
    “Hello, Mr. Woodcutter!”  the little girl exclaimed, “What are you doing here this late.”
    The woodcutter stood staring at her for a moment.  Suddenly, he reached out and took her by the throat, pushing her inside, he closed the door.
    “I can’t help myself,” he growled, “You should never tease a man like you do!”
    Red choked in his grip, struggling to free herself.  He threw her to the ground in front of the fire and ripped her cloak from her.  Red gasped up at him, “Please, Mr. Woodcutter!  I never teased you!  Why are you angry?”
    The man knelt down over her and began to grope her young flesh, pinching and bruising her, making her yelp and cry out as he did what he’d dreamed of for a long time, “Prancing around, all cute, and cheerful!  And then coming to the door to flaunt your naked little body in front of me!  I’ve had enough!”
    The woodcutter ripped off his own shirt and began to unbuckle his pants.  Red started to get an idea of what he was about to do, “Please!  You don’t have to be so mean!  I’ll play the game with you!  You can stick it in me if you want!”
    The woodcutter tossed his boots and pants to the side and got down near to Red.  Grabbing her by the hair he snarled, “But I want to be mean to you, little cunt!  And I’m going to stick it in you whether want me to or not!”
    His meat swung limply between his legs, growing stiffer as he indulged himself.  Red’s scream was muffled as he stuffed himself into her mouth, his unwashed cock slipping over her tongue. 
    Suddenly he felt something bristly smack him in the back of his head.  Looking around, he saw Grandma standing over him with a broom in her hand and an enraged look on her face as she brought it down again.  He brushed the feeble sweep aside and knocked her back.  Dislodging himself from Red’s mouth, he grabbed a chair and set it not far from the fireplace.  The old woman spit at him and shrieked as he sat her in it and tied her hands and legs.  Returning to Red, he looked back and grinned at Grandma, knowing she would have an excellent view of her granddaughter’s rape.
    Red sobbed on the floor as he stood over her.
    “Leave her alone, you animal!” Grandma screeched as he knelt back down, “Red!  Oh, Red!  Run dear!  Get away!”
    Red had nowhere to run as he gripped her head again and forced himself into her mouth, his smelly cock filling her cheeks and slowly working its way into her throat as hardened more and more.  Grandma gasped in shock as Red started to suck him back, working her lips around his shaft as her tongue cleaned him up.  The little girl tried to appease him with her mouth, hoping to calm him down.  She had little chance, however, as his cock hardened completely and he rammed it down her throat.  Grandma sobbed as she watched him force her little girl to deep throat.  Red’s face turned red and she gagged and choked, saliva dribbling down her chin as he used her.
    Suddenly, he pulled out of her and lowered his mouth to her flat nipples, Red moaned as his tongue swirled around the little nubs.  Looking up at her, he grabbed her hand and brought it back to his wet dick.
    “You want to play nice?  Be nice to my cock.” He went back to sucking as Red slowly stroked his cock, getting excited despite herself. 
    In her chair, Grandma watched with fascination as Red’s tiny hand stroked up and down the man’s big member, “R-Red…don’t encourage him.  Stop it Red…you’re not old enough…”
    The woodcutter looked up at her and grinned, “Your girl’s a little whore, Grandma!  Somebody’s been playing with her before me.   Fuck!  Her hand is so good on my meat!”
    Grandma blushed at the way he talked, but she couldn’t tear her eyes away, staring as he lowered his lips back to Red’s nipples.  Red moaned as his sucking increased.  She began to whimper as it got stronger and stronger and he sucked more of her into his mouth.  She kept pumping his rod even as it started to hurt.  Even when he bit down on her bruised tit and she yelped out in pain.  Reaching over, he grabbed a pair of pincers from the fire place and fished a glowing hot cinder from the flames. 
    Red sobbed and whimpered as he brought the red hot cinder close to her other tit.  She could feel the heat radiating from it as she pleaded, “Please, please…don’t.  I’ll be good!”
    Red’s scream ripped from the cottage as he place the cinder on her young sensitive nipple.  Grandma bucked and screeched at them as she tried to get loose.  The woodcutter just kept sucking as he burned Red’s tit.  Eventually, the cinder went cold and he tossed it back into the fire.  Red lay under him sobbing as he lifted up her hips and fit her legs around his waist.  Grandma held her breath as she watched him bring his cock to Red’s baby pussy and slide in.  Red groaned and bucked against him as she tried to take him.  He reached across and slapped her face as he punched the rest of the way in.  Tears flowed down her cheeks as he rode her and hit her over and over, his palms and fist raising deep bruises wherever they fell.  
    Grandma watched, unbelieving, as her granddaughter was plowed into by the big man.  What she found even more unbelievable was that the chair beneath her was slick with her own juices.  Watching Red getting fucked made her feel what she knew she shouldn’t.  She bit her lip and ground her pussy against the chair trying to get off.
    The woodcutter looked over to her and laughed, “Look Red!  You’re Grandma likes watching you get raped and beat.  She wants me to hurt you!  She wants you to bleed and get used like a stupid little harlot!”
    Red looked over and gasped, “Do you, Grandma?  Do like seeing him inside me?!”
    Grandma cried and bit her lip before she answered, “I don’t like it when he hits you Red, but…I don’t know…seeing you like this…it makes me feel…”
    The woodcutter laughed when she couldn’t finish the thought.  Renewing his thrusts, he hammered into the child like he wanted to rip her apart.  Red moaned and screamed under him as Grandma ground against the wooden chair.  Their bodies pounded hard as they fucked, Grandma moaned in frustration as she gazed at Red’s tight pussy lips stretching over his big man cock.
    Then the woodcutter did something that brought their enjoyment to an abrupt end.  Reaching over to his discarded clothes, he withdrew his sheath knife.  Grandma began screaming at him to stop, but he ignored her.  Red whimpered under him as he brought the razor sharp blade to her throat.
    Insanity gleamed in his eye as he muttered, “Now I want to fuck your corpse, Red.  I want to do your cold, dead, body…Goodbye.”
    As he raised the knife to plunge it into his victim, one of the cottage windows burst and a giant mass of fur and teeth barreled into the cottage.  Fenrir’s enraged roar shook the cottage and the woodcutter barely had time to look up before his throat was suddenly missing and he was toppling to the side.  Red screamed as his life blood spurted out over her body, coating her in crimson.
    Fen clamped his powerful jaws over the dead man’s wrist and pulled him to the side.  Red lay whimpering on the floor as the woodcutter’s cock was dislodged from her battered pussy.  She curled into a ball  in front of the fire as Fen returned and lay with her against his underside, his paws curled around her, protectively.
    “Red!” Grandma cried, “Red, are you ok!  God, Red hang on!  I’m trying to get loose, honey!”
    Red limply placed a hand on Fenrir’s coat and mumbled weakly, “Help her.”
    Fen reluctantly rose and padded over to where Grandma sat, bound to the chair.  A few quick slices with his sharp teeth and she was free as he immediately returned to Red.  Grandma quickly knelt next to them, ignoring Fen’s quite, protective growl she examined Red’s injuries.  Satisfied that she wasn’t bleeding profusely from anywhere, the old woman rose to her feet and grabbed a large cauldron like kettle which she hung over the fire.  The cottage had been built around a deep, cold well, from which Grandma hurriedly drew buckets of water to fill the kettle.  As the water heated she opened a closet revealing a large copper bathtub which she gripped firmly and drug noisily over next to her granddaughter and the wolf.
    Looking down, Grandma stopped as she saw Fen lapping away at Red’s injuries, cleaning up the blood, “I have herbs out in the garden that will do her more good than you’re spit, wolf.”
    Fenrir looked up at her and Grandma drew back from his gaze, “Old Woman, your herbs pale next the healing qualities of my saliva.”
    Hearing him speak for the first time since she had fainted, Grandma asked slowly, “Who are you?”
    Fenrir returned his gaze to his injured mate, “Someone who just saved your granddaughter’s life.”
    Grandma gulped nervously, but Fen looked back to her almost kindly, “The bath is a good idea, though.  I assume you grow Heathpalm in your garden.”
    She nodded, “I’ll gather some in a moment.”
    Grandma filled the tub halfway with buckets of steaming water and then refilled the cauldron with water from the well.  She was about to go out to her garden when her eyes fell on the woodcutter’s corpse.  His cock still rigid, rigor mortis freezing it that way.  Determined not to have him in her house a moment longer, the old woman gripped his ankles and dragged his bloody corpse the rest of the way outside.  She left him next to the cottage as she gathered the herb Heathpalm from her garden.  Returning inside, she filled the tub the rest of the way with steaming water and chopped up the herb to put into the bath. 
    With a little help from Fen she lifted Red carefully into the hot water.  Red sighed as the water and the soothing powers of the Heathpalm went to work on her bruises and burns.  Soon, she began to feel much better as Grandma took a soft cloth and began washing her tender body, working her way down her chest, massaging her nonexistent breasts and pert little nipples before she went to work on her thighs.
    Red murmured as Grandma cleaned her up, “Mmmm, Grandma that feels so good!”
    Grandma smiled nervously, finding it hard to stay objective as she bathed her granddaughter, “Feeling better darling?”
    Fen stood next to the tub, his tail wagging as he watched the proceeding intently.
    Red grinned, “Much better,” as she playfully splashed some water onto her grandmother.
    Grandma yelped as her dress got wet, “Red!  Stop that! I’m all wet now!”
    Red giggled, “So take it off.   Cleaning is messy work!”
    Grandma shook her head and kept cleaning.
    Red splashed more water, drenching her grandmother’s entire torso.  The cloth of her dress outlining clearly her breasts and long aroused nipples.
    Grandma gasped and exasperatedly began to remove her dress, peeling the wet fabric off until her big tits bounced into view, “Fine, you aggravating girl,” she harrumphed as the garment dropped to the floor.
    As Grandma picked up the soap and cloth again and knelt to resume her work, Red reached out and cupped both of her heavily swinging, naked udders, “Oh my, Grandma!  What big breasts you have!”
    Grandma gasped as Red’s tiny hands hefted and played with her jugs.  For a moment she thought she should stop it, but it felt so good.
    ”The better for you to play with, my dear,” she murmured as lust flared in her eyes, “Oh Red!  Nobody’s played with my tits in so long!”
    Red grinned, “’Tits’, another new word I like!”
    Fen joined in, nuzzling Grandma’s bare skin and licking his way to her rear. 
    Grandma jumped as his tongue brushed her anus, “Oh my!”
    Red brought an erect, thumb like nipple to her lips, “Just let him, Grandma.  He want’s to play the game again.  And so do I!”
    Grandma gasped and moaned as her granddaughter suckled gently on her mature tits and the talking wolf licked skillfully at her backdoor.  Seeing no reason to resist, Grandma scooted back a little and spread her knees as she bent forward giving Red better access to her tits and the wolf better access to her orifices.
    Fen’s cock slid eagerly from his sheath and bobbed beneath him as he tongued the mature woman.  Red’s tongue flicked over her long thick nipple as she sucked and slurped wetly.  Not wanting to wait any longer, Fen gave a yip and leapt forward onto Grandma’s back, his front paws nestling to either side of her jugs.  Grandma moaned as she felt his big wolf dick bounce against her ass. 
    Fen growled into her ear, “I’m going to fuck your asshole, Old Woman.”
    Grandma moaned, “God! No, not there! S-stop…!”  as his stick prodded at her rear hole.  Red rose up and began to kiss her on the mouth while still palming and squeezing her fat melons.  Grandma kissed her back passionately, working their tongues together as Fen’s cock lined up with her clenched hole.
    “Aaaeiiiiii!  Nnnoo!! I’s oo ig!  ugk!!!”  Grandma cried into Red’s mouth as the wolf gave a thrust and popped inside her.  His hips bucked until he’d slid all the way inside, and then his cock slid in and out, pumping the older woman’s rectum.  After a few thrusts, Grandma began to adjust and her screams of pain subsided into moans of lust as she urged him to stroke faster.
    Red, meanwhile was still kissing her, enjoying her grandmothers long agile tongue as it wrapped itself around hers.  Breaking away for air she gasped, “My Grandma!  What a big tongue you have!”
    The old woman eyed her granddaughter’s small body hungrily as she answered, “All the better to lick you with, my dear!”
    Dipping her head down, Grandma snaked out her tongue and ran over Red’s naked, gleaming skin as the little her gurgled a happy sigh.  She tongued her nipples, making them puff out in arousal before sinking down licking and suck at Red’s belly flesh.  All the while, Fen shook the house with a howl as her boned her backdoor.  Pulling Red up and close, Grandma buried her face in her granddaughter’s snatch.  Her tongue wriggled up into Red’s squirming body and tickled her insides.  Red shrieked lustful laughter as her grandma tongued her young pussy.
    “Oh! Yes!  Grandma! Don’t stop!  God! Fuck me! Fuck me really good, Grandma!”  Red gripped her grandmother’s head for support as wave after wave of orgasm began to hit her.  Grandma funneled down Red’s cum with her tongue, greedily drinking down her granddaughter’s juices.
    Red descended from her orgasm slowly, gripping the side of the tub as she tried to center herself again.  Once she was calm again she looked up to see that Grandma had back off the tub and was moaning and grunting breathlessly on the floor as her ass was reamed by Fenrir.  Grinning mischievously, Red stepped out of the tub and knelt down beside her oblivious Grandma.  Wriggling underneath the older woman’s quivering body, Red found her lower lips and began to tongue them.  Her grandmother’s body shook over her.  Grandma wept with passion as the sensation of having her granddaughter lick her cunt swept over her.  When the little girl’s tongue slid inside and began gathering nectar, it was too much.  Grandma screamed as she came, gushing fluids all over Red’s face as her body bucked wildly, losing control completely.  Fenrir soon followed with a series of deep growling barks that made the walls shake as he deposited large wads of wolf cum inside the old woman’s rectum.
    The three fell to the floor, breathing hard as they tried to recover.  Grandma gathered Red into her arms and Fenrir lay his head in Red’s lap as they rested.
    “My Grandma,” Red grinned, “What a big cum you had.  I can still taste you, there was so much!”
    Grandma sighed and ran her hands comfortingly over her granddaughter, “All the more for you to drink, my dear.”
    “It was so yummy,” the little girl cooed and nestled into Grandma’s lap.
    The three lay like that for a while before Grandma finally suggested that they get Red into bed.  Little Red agreed but said she would like to step outside for some fresh air and to relieve herself.  While they waited for Red to return, Grandma pulled her favorite rocking chair in front of the fire and sat down.  Fenrir sat nearby on the floor, enjoying the warmth from the fire.  Grandma watched him and for the first time she had time to consider what he was.
    “You’re not a normal wolf, obviously,” she commented.
    Fen looked at her out of the corner of his eye, “What makes you say that. Old Woman?”
    Grandma snorted, “You speak human words for one thing.”
    “Maybe my brother wolves simply don’t make a habit of speaking to humans.”
    The old woman shrugged, not giving up, “I’ve never known a wolf’s howl to shake a building, no matter how desperate it’s plight.”
    Fen seemed to grin at her, “So, what if I am not a normal wolf?  Does that matter?”
    “It might to Red,” Grandma said darkly, “When you first entered my house, you referred to my granddaughter as your ‘bond mate’.  What did that mean?”
    Fenrir looked steadily at the fire as the flames danced back and forth, “It meant…exactly what it sounded like.  I am bonded to her.  We mated in the forest and now I am hers forever.”
    “And myself?  We had sex as well…”
    “But we did not mate.  I fucked your rear and kept from knotting with you,” Fen interrupted matter-of-factly, “With Red, I implanted her womb with my seed.  She now carries my litter.  That isn’t to say I won’t mate with you, if you wish it.  You are pack with us, too.  Our pack will grow large over time.”
    Grandma sighed wearily, “How can she be carrying you’re litter?  She’s only eight.”
    Fenrir snorted, “Because of what I am, my seed is sufficient to impregnate any womb.  No matter the age.”
    Grandma dreaded the answer to her next question, “And…what are you?”
    The big wolf looked directly at her, his eyes full of meaning, “Are you sure you want to know that yet?”
    Grandma’s breath caught in her throat, but she nodded.
    A low rumble started in Fen’s chest, “Fine then.  A more significant question would be, who am I?  Not, what am I?”
    Grandma’s courage was beginning to fail her, “W-who, then?”
    The rumble built until the wolf’s voice filled the cottage, “I am Fenrir.  Wolfgod of the forest.  My father was Loki, God of Mischief.  I am foretold to be Odin’s Executioner at Ragnarok, the end time.”
    Fen had barely gotten three words out before Grandma was prone on the floor before him, quivering in fear.  As the cottage quieted once more, he spoke with a kind voice, “Get off the floor, Old Woman.  Pack does not bow to one another.  At least not my pack.  Not anymore.”
    Grandma returned to her seat, but her eyes remained glued to the floor, “Why,” she moaned, “Why did you choose my family?  Why Red?”
    It was some time before Fen answered.  He stared into the flames, considering, “It is a lonely life I have, Old Woman.  I am exiled from Asgard, so I have little company with my own kind.  My last mate died over a hundred years ago.  My mates live forever if they can mange to keep from harm…if I can manage to keep them from harm.  I was not able to do that with my last…It was a long time before I even considered looking for another mate, but loneliness is what it is.  It has taken even longer for me to find the right person.  Boy or girl it did not matter, only that they were the one.  When I met your granddaughter in the forest, at first I was intrigued.  But after only a few minutes with her, I knew.  She is my soul mate.  She is confident, fearless, intensely curious, and voraciously passionate.  I knew right away that she needed to mate.  It didn’t take much, she took to it faster than most humans.  She is perfect.”
    Grandma sighed, “But, she is only eight.  Too young for any of this.”
    The wolf grunted, “And I am only eighty thousand and some odd years, and not the oldest of gods I assure you.  Any mortal would seem a babe to me.  I call you Old Woman, but that is because that is how you see yourself, not how I see you.  Even you are a babe in arms compared to me.”
    Grandma hung her head, shame still tugging at her, “But to take her childhood.  Gods!  I am a horrible grandmother!”
    Fen chuckled, “Did you see how she took to sex.  Old Woman, be easy on yourself.  She would have soon found someone to fuck, anyhow.  Her predilection for depravity is one of the things that drew me to her.  I can smell it on humans.  You reek of it more than any other species.  Except, perhaps for gods.”
    They fell silent for some time.  Grandma contemplated all that she had learned.  It staggered the mind.  And yet, she found it thrilling as well.  Looking around she suddenly realized something.
    “Where is Red?  Surely it does not take this long to go to the bathroom.”
    The woman and the wolf rose from their seats and hurried outside.  The night was cool and the stars were brilliant crystals gleaming in the sky.  The night wind blew gently, breezing through the grass and garden with a calm grace.
    Grandma and Fen stood gazing raptly, not at the beauty of the night but at the scene playing but a few feet from the house.  Red moaned and cried passionately as she bounced up and own on top of the woodsman.  Her cunt wedged snugly around his stiff, dead, cock.
    Fen looked over to the old woman and asked, “Still think she is too young or innocent for this?”
    The night sky deepened as Red let out a keening orgasmic cry.

Update 1

I was originally just going to post finished chapters on this blog, but I think I may do the occasional commentary to let whoever wants to know what I'm working on.  Especially when it gets to be a long time between story submissions.   Not that I have many if any followers but meh, be good as a diary if nothing else:p

Right now I'm working on another Grimm's Fairy Tales adaption.  I know it's an overdone story, but Little Red Riding Hood is one of the most violent and sensual stories in the book so I couldn't not do it.  The edges of the basic storyline will be the same, but the characters and details are getting all twisted around so it definitely won't be just the same old story with a bit of sex thrown in.  Oh and this time it won't be a fan fiction off of some tv show:p 

Bobby The Hooker has officially been put on the back burner.  I still have two chapters to finish but I can't seem to focus on my non weird stories.  I must follow the weirdness.  I has no choice8D

If anyone has any thoughts on what they would like in a Red Riding story or maybe a suggestion on what Fairy tale I should do next, please feel free.  I may not use the ideas but I will always give them serious consideration.

Well I think that's all for the first update.

Hansel And Gretel

    The woodcutter’s axe echoed through the woods.  Sweat dripped from his forehead as yet another tree fell with a resounding crash.  The day was a good one.  A bit humid but it was always like that in the forest.  His two kids sat nearby looking bored.  Well, Gretel looked bored.  Hansel was playing with his sling.  Hansel was always good at finding something to keep his active mind occupied.
    Gretel rushed forward as the tree fell, “Can I use the axe now?”
    The woodcutter cocked an eyebrow at her, “Say again?”
    Gretel gave him one of those looks, “You did bring us along to help, right?”
    The woodcutter sighed, “Oh, right.  I tell you what, you see that wheel barrow over there?”
    Gretel looked and nodded.
    “I want you to take you’re brother and gather kindling.  The good stuff, now.  Make sure it’s nice and dry.”
    Eager to be of help, Gretel nodded furiously, grabbed her brother and the wheelbarrow and marched off in search of kindling.  Before she could leave, however, the woodcutter stopped her and pressed a compass into her hand.
    “Take this,“ he said, “My compass has never failed me.  If you get lost, it will guide you back to me.”
    Gretel looked at her father’s compass with awe.  She smiled and kissed his cheek before setting off into the forest to gather kindling.
    Hansel and Gretel were twins, but you wouldn’t think it to look at them.  Gretel was bigger than her brother and her hair was a mass of golden curls.  Hansel was small for his eight years of age and his hair was dark and straight.  Where Gretel was confident and responsible, her brother was submissive and prone to mischief.  Gretel couldn’t count the number of times she’d had to pull Hansel out of trouble.
    They searched the forest floor for dry dead sticks to use as kindling.  Well, Gretel searched.  Hansel could never keep his mind on the task at hand.  He would look for wood but instead would see a bird’s nest up a tree and would have to climb up to investigate, or his eyes would light upon the perfect rock for his sling and he would have to test it out.
    Gretel was used to her brother’s antics and let him be, as long as he stayed in sight.  She was just happy to be doing something grown up like helping their father with the livelihood. 
    A couple of hours passed by and the wheelbarrow was finally full.  The children began to head back but soon realized that they were lost. 
    “Don’t worry,” Gretel said reaching into her dress, “Papa gave me his compass to lead us back.”
    And sure enough, she led them back to the clearing where their father had been working.  Only he wasn’t there.
    “Where’s Papa?” Hansel asked worriedly.
    Gretel gazed around her own worry evident in her eyes, “I don’t know…this is where we were supposed to meet him…”
    “So where is he!” Hansel whined, panic showing in his eyes.
    Gretel gulped, “I don’t know.  Come on.”
    They left the wheel barrow in the clearing and took off into the woods.  They searched for a half hour or so without finding their father.  Finally, they stumbled out onto the Queen’s Road.  As they walked along, a carriage surrounded by soldiers on horseback came upon them.  They tried to hurry out of the way but one of the soldiers blocked their way and dismounted.
    “Now what do we have here,” the soldier leered at them through his helmet.
    Gretel held a sobbing Hansel to her and quivered, “Please sir.  We’re the woodcutter’s children.”
    “Bring them here,” a voice called from the carriage.  A strong, authoritative voice that brooked no argument.
    “Yes, Your Highness,” the soldier called back respectfully as he guided the children to the carriage.
    As they neared the carriage door a woman emerged from it.  The children gasped as they realized it was Queen Regina, the evil sorceress queen of the kingdom.  The Queen was a dark, domineering figure that loomed over them.  Her raven curls were pulled up over a cruelly beautiful, ivory face, while her curvaceous figure was framed by a sumptuously dark dress that opened all the way down the front to reveal her figure squeezed into a black velvet, form fitting body suit.  Her full, milk white breasts bulged against an extremely low cut neckline that stopped only just short of her nipples.
    Queen Regina gazed sternly down at the two frightened children, “What are you doing on my road?”
    Gretel gulped, “We’re just looking for our Papa.  He wasn’t at the clearing where we were supposed to meet him.”
    The Queen sniffed as if in disbelief, “A likely story.  We’ll soon get to the bottom of this.  Captain seize them and bring them to my dungeon.”
    As the captain moved to obey, Gretel grabbed Hansel’s sling and gave him a push.  She yelled at him to run as she loaded a rock into the sling, whirled it and sent the rock hurtling towards the captain.  Taken by surprise, the captain sank to one knee as the stone thunked off his helmet.  As the kids dashed off into the forest, the soldiers all moved to pursue them.
    “STOP.” the Queen commanded.  The soldiers obey, but they looked to the Queen, confused as she gave an amused smile.
    Hansel and Gretel ran off the road and over the nearest hill up into the forest.  They had started up the next hill when a swirl of violet smoke puffed up before them and the Queen stood over them smiling evilly down at them.
    “Foolish children!  You cannot outrun me!” She cackled.
    Yelping in surprise the twins stumbled backwards and lay on their backs gazing up at the Queen in fear.  Vines appeared from the underbrush and coiled themselves around the two children, binding them tight.
    The Queen raised a hand to her chin and gazed at them in consideration, “You children may be foolish but you are brave.  That bravery has just saved your family.”
    Gretel looked up at her confused, “Y-you’re not going to throw us in a dungeon?”
    The Queen shook her head and leaned down to help them to their feet as the vines uncoiled, “No, indeed I am going to help you find your father.”
    The children gasped with happy surprise, “You are?!”
    The Queen nodded, “But first, you must do something for me.”
    Gretel looked at her suspiciously, “What?”
    The Queen smiled down at her, “Come with me and I will tell you.”
    The kids looked at each other, shrugged, and followed the Queen into the forest.
    “Further into this forest,” the Queen explained as they walked, “There‘s a cottage in which the Blind Witch lives.  She has something of mine.  I need you brave children to go into her house and get it for me.”
    “Why do you need us to do it? “Gretel asked curiously. “You’re much more powerful than we are.”
    The Queen answered, “Ah, true, but there is an enchantment on the cottage that keeps me from entering.  Luckily, the enchantment doesn’t affect children.  That’s where you come in.  I need you to sneak into the cottage, find and steal a black pouch and return to me with it.”
    “And in return you will find our Papa?” Gretel asked.
    The Queen nodded, “Indeed.”
    Gretel looked at her brother.  He nodded and she turned back to the Queen, “Ok, we’ll do it.”
    The Queen’s wicked grin shone in the fading light as she led them deeper into the forest.  When they were drawing close to the cottage she stopped and turned to them, a serious look on her face.
    “I’m going to give you a warning that, if you value your lives, you will heed,” she cautioned.
    Hansel and Gretel nodded.
    “The witch’s house is…unique.  When you enter it, no matter how tempted you are, eat NOTHING.  If you do, I cannot help you.”
    Hansel and Gretel nodded seriously to the warning and the Queen turned and led the rest of the way to the cottage.  As they entered the clearing, the children saw what the Queen meant by ‘unique’.  The witch’s cottage was made entirely of pastries and candy.  As the children approached the fence the Queen fell back into the forest with one last warning to be careful. 
    Hansel and Gretel crept past the fence gate and up to the house.  Gretel peered into an open window.  Inside, she saw what appeared to be the kitchen.  There was a cozy fire going in the stove, but like the outside, the inside looked to be made up primarily of sweets.  Even the table was piled high with trays of delicious looking pastries.  Turning to her brother, Gretel’s eyes popped wide and she was barely able to swat his hand before he swallowed some icing he had scrapped from the wall.
    “Remember what the Queen said,” she hissed, “Don’t eat anything!”
    Looked  abashed, Hansel nodded.  They climbed into the empty looking kitchen and quietly looked around.  When it became apparent that the pouch wasn’t in the kitchen, Gretel peered into the next room.  It turned out to be the living room and it also had a roaring fire going in the fireplace.  Gretel stifled a frightened squeak when she saw the Blind Witch seated in a rocking chair in front of the fire.  When it became apparent that the witch was asleep, Gretel glanced around till she caught sight of the black pouch hanging on the wall.  Motioning for Hansel to stay put she crept into the living room.  Silently, she retrieved the pouch without incident.  As she turned around to return to the kitchen she was just in time to see Hansel hungrily bite into a chocolate cupcake from the table.  Shock course through her as she couldn’t believe he could be so stupid!
    “Hansel, NO!!!” Gretel whispered urgently.
    Hansel guiltily started and instantly replaced the sweet to the table.  It was too late, however, as the witch’s milky blue eyes popped open and she turned in her chair to gaze blindly into the kitchen, “I smell dinner!” she moaned hungrily.  It was only at this time that Hansel and Gretel caught sight of the pile of children’s bones that lay in front of the fire.  They were ivory white and picked clean.
    The children dashed to the front door, but it’s lock magically clicked shut before they could get it open.  They ran to the open window but it also slammed shut just as they reached it.  Trapped, with nowhere to go they turned to see the Blind Witch rising from her chair.  Gretel had always thought that witches were old hags but the Blind Witch looked young and healthy.  She had wild, straw colored hair and a see through gown spotted with leaf and vine designs that did nothing to hide her supple figure underneath.  The children had a clear view of her heavily swinging breasts and her curvaceously wide hips from which hung a long thick penis.
    “I thought girls didn’t have those,” Hansel gasped in disbelief
    “They don‘t,” moaned Gretel.
    The witch chuckled as she moved into the kitchen, her blind eyes moving about as if trying to find them, “Witches aren’t like other girls, kiddies.  We get some very nice bonuses.  Now, shall we play before I eat?”
    The children gulped nervously, “W-what?”
    The Blind Witch grinned, “I like to play with my food before I eat it.”
    Hansel and Gretel backed away as the Blind Witch advanced on them, tracking them as she sniffed the air.  It wasn’t until it was too late that they realized their mistake.  They had backed into a cage that clanged shut on them as soon as they were through the door.  The witch pressed up against the bars and cackled lustfully as she reached in and felt them both over, her clawing hands dipping into very uncomfortable places.
    “I’m gonna get the table ready, kiddies.  You can strip each other down now or I can do it when I prepare you for cooking.  It makes no difference to me, hahahahaha!”
    The witch spun around and wiggled her fingers at the kitchen table.  The kids watched in horror as the trays of sweets floated to nearby counters and a giant cookie sheet laid itself out over the table top.  A carving knife and bowl with a baster and spatula also floated to the table. 
    Turning back to the cage, the witch gleefully reached in and pulled out Hansel.  He yelped and Gretel tried to pull him back in, but the witch’s grip was like steel as she shoved Gretel easily to the back of the cage, dislodging her grip.
    Pulling the frightened Hansel to the table, she lifted him up as if he were a doll and positioned him on the cookie sheet on his hands and knees.  Ordering him to stay still, she started to remove his shoes.  Too frightened to disobey, Hansel knelt still on the table as the witch removed his socks, and then began to slice his pants off with the carving knife.  He whimpered as the cloth was expertly removed from his quivering body.  His shirt soon followed and then his underwear until he was completely naked on the table, ready and waiting like a plucked turkey for baking.
    “Now comes the fun part,” the witch giggled.  Turning to the cage she called out, “Are you watching little girl?”
    Gretel was too stunned to speak until the witch screamed at her for an answer.  Gulping she cried out, “Y-yes, I-I’m w-watching.”
    The Blind Witch smiled with satisfaction, “Good.”  She leaned in next to Hansel’s ear and cooed, “Gravy or butter?”
    “W-what?” Hansel quivered.
    The witch giggled, “How shall I baste you?  Gravy or butter?”
    Hansel sobbed, “P-please…”
    The witch frowned, reached forward and twisted one of Hansel’s bare nipples and hissed into his ear, “Gravy or butter!?”
    Hansel yelped, “Ow!! B-butter, butter!  Oh god! Butter!”
    Smiling with satisfaction the witch giggled, “Good choice.  Much more slippery.”
    Wiggling her fingers again she set a large glob of butter melting in a skillet on the stove.  It only took a few moments before she poured the melted butter into the bowl on the table.  Getting behind Hansel again, she began to coat his ass cheeks and hips using the spatula.
    Gretel stared wide eyed and gasped as her brother’s ass began to glisten in the lantern light.
    The Blind Witch grinned in her direction as her keen hearing heard the gasp, “Naughty, naughty girlie.”  As she finished with Hansel’s legs she moved to coating his back and chest, “What are your names, sweet children?”
    Gretel gulped as she started to feel funny watching her brother’s preparation, “Why do you want to know?  You’re just going to eat us.”
    The Blind Witch grinned as she worked, “Sometimes I don’t eat the children right away.  Sometimes I play with them for days before I get really hungry…or bored.”
    Gretel figured she should try to buy time, “I-I’m Gretel and that’s my brother Hansel.”
    The witch gasped, “Siblings!  Oh goody joy!!  And you watching your brother almost as hungry as I!”
    Gretel stuck her lower lip out stubbornly, “I am not!”
    The witch cackled, “Say what you will, Gretchen knows.  Blind as she is Gretchen knows.  That’s me, Blind Gretchen.”
    Blind Gretchen cooed as she finished coating Hansel with butter, “All done outside, little Hansel.  Now for the inside.”
    The children wondered what she meant by that as Gretchen set aside the spatula and grabbed the baster.  Filling it with liquid butter, she used one hand to spread Hansel’s glistening rump, exposing his bum hole to clear view.  Both the children gasped as she dripped a couple drops onto his puckered hole and used a finger to massage it in.  Hansel groaned as her finger poked inside him and slid in up to her first knuckle.
    “W-what are you doing!” he moaned as she slid the finger back and forth, working the butter in.
    She giggled as she worked her finger up to it’s second knuckle in his virgin hole, “I’m basting you, of course.  Do you like it?”
    “N-no, s-stop…”
    Gretel let a moan slip as Gretchen reached down, gripped Hansel’s rigid member, and giggled into his ear, “You’re cock says otherwise.”
    Gretel gulped, “H-his what?”
    The witch raised her head towards Gretel, a knowing look in her blind eyes, “His cock.  Penis.  The fleshy shaft that your brother pees through.  Don’t tell me you’ve never seen it.”
    Gretel flushed as she watched Gretchen’s finger slide all the way inside her brother, “N-no, I’ve seen it.  I didn’t know it was called…that.”
    Gretchen nodded, “Yes, yes.  It’s not as impressive as mine,” she wagged her hips for Gretel to see her fat member jiggle, “But it’s nice and stiff all the same.  It means he likes my finger in his butt.  Or maybe he likes being naked in front of his sweet sister, eh?”
    Hansel whimpered as the finger stroked his insides, “N-noooooo…”
    Gretchen shrugged as she withdrew her finger, “Who knows.  But he likes something, that’s for sure.”
    Hansel sighed as he thought the butt probing was done, but he tensed up again as Gretchen inserted the baster into his rectum and slid it in.  He moaned and cried as she squirted some inside him and stroked the baster back and forth, working it deeper and deeper, letting out more butter the deeper she went.  Soon the entire baster was inside him and she emptied the rest of it deep inside before she pulled it out.
    “There,” Blind Gretchen chuckled with satisfaction, “All ready!”
    Gretel licked her lips as an idea began to form in her mind, “B-blind Gretchen?”
    “Yes Dearie?” Gretchen asked as she climbed onto the table behind Hansel.
    “W-what are you gonna do to my brother?”
    Gretchen smiled as she opened the front of her gown and let her cock flop onto Hansel’s back, “I’m gonna play inside his slippery hole with my cock, Gretel Girl.  That’s what I’m gonna do!”
    Gretel kicked out of her shoes and began to unbutton her dress, “Can I help?  Watching you is making me feel real funny in between my legs.  I think I’m sticky down there…”
    Gretchen grinned delightedly, “Why of course Girly!” She wiggled her fingers and the cage door clanged open, “Come help me play with your lovely brother!”
    Gretel dropped her dress to the floor and walked, naked, to the table.  Nervously, she got up next to Blind Gretchen.  The witch felt her climb up and reached over to pull her close.  Gretel whimpered a moan as her newfound desire warred inside with her plan.  For now, both aligned, but she wasn’t sure she would be able to stop long enough to do what was needed when the time came.  As the witch’s hands roamed over her nude form, the eight year old girl groaned in response.  Gretchen smiled as she felt the small, flat nipples, and slipped down to find Gretel wet and slippery with arousal.
    “Naughty, horny, Gretel,“ the Blind Witch giggled, “You should make yourself ready.”
    While one hand frigged the little girl’s cunt, the witch used the other to guide Gretel’s hand down to the bowl of melted butter.  Knowing what she was supposed to do, Gretel scooped out some butter and began to massage it onto her chest, making her skin as slippery as her brother’s.  Gretchen continued to finger fuck Gretel while the girl basted herself with the butter.
    When Gretel was completely basted, the witch cackled at her, “Now grab your brother’s chubby little butt cheeks and spread him wide for me.”
    Gretel gulped, but seeing no way out of it, she took hold of Hansel’s cheeks and pulled, spreading him as the witch lined her cock head up with his slippery hole.
    Hansel whimpered and begged his sister, “G-Gretel noooo, please!”
    As her fingers gripped his bare skin, Gretel moaned, “This your own fault, Hansel.  If you hadn’t eaten that cake…”
    Gretchen cackled in agreement as she pressed her purple head at his slick opening, “Hehehe, that’s right!  Dirty little boy needs a lesson! Blind Gretchen is just the right teacher!”
    Hansel screamed as her bulbous head popped inside him.  Even with his hole well lubed, his virgin ass burned with pain as she stretched it farther open than it had ever been stretched.  Gretel knew she should feel sorry for her brother, but the sight of his bum filled with fat witch cock sent a thrill down her that made her wish she had a cock herself.  Her plan forgotten for the moment, she watched with perverse fascination as Gretchen sank inch after meaty inch of cock into her brother.  She moaned in disbelief as Gretchen bottomed out in Hansel’s ass, her balls covering his.
    Gretel’s hands sank to her own pussy and she masturbated as the Blind Witch pumped in and out of Hansel’s screaming, moaning body.  After a while, there were more moans than screams as his hole adjusted.  Hansel grunted and even started to push back as he was fucked.
    Leaning over, Gretchen moaned into Gretel’s ear, “Get under him.”
    Obediently, Gretel crawled in front of her brother and slowly slipped feet first underneath him, their slippery bodies sliding wetly against each other until they were face to face.  Gretchen gazed in amazement at an expression she had never seen on her brother’s face before.  His face twisted in a mixture of pain and extreme lust as he ground his tiny cock against her. 
    Cackling, the witch reached down and guided Hansel’s rod to his sister’s pussy.  Gretel’s mouth made a surprised O and she gasped out a lustful moan as she was deflowered by her twin brother.  Hansel moaned back as he moved his hips and fucked his sister.  Gretel humped back, bringing her legs up around his slim body.  Her feet met behind him and she stroked Gretchen’s slick rod with her soles as the witch rode Hansel.
    The three bucked and grunted like animals as the butter dripped between them.  Soon Hansel whimpered as he squirted inside his sister.  Gretel soon followed, squealing shrilly as her cum mixed with his.  The more experienced witch, however, kept buggering Hansel’s boi cunt.  Slipping out from under Hansel, Gretel got up beside the witch again.  The little girl reached up and began to play with Gretchen heavy tits as she whispered in her ear.
    “Why should you be doing all the work?  He’s your food after all.  You should be making him pleasure you.  Why don’t you lie down on your back and my brother can do all the work on top of you.”
    The witch’s eyes were glazed with more than blindness as her lust filled mind didn’t read too much into the girl’s proposal.   Nodding agreement, the witch looped a hand under the moaning little boy and flipped around until she was face up on the table and he was facing her as he bobbed up and down on her cock, his tiny hands gripping her melons for balance.
    “Oh yes, Sweety!” the witch moaned, lost in the euphoria of having her cock squeezed by eight year old ass, “Ride my pole!  Milk Gretchen like a naughty, naughty little boy!”
    Hansel groaned as his ass was completely filled, but he obeyed, unwittingly distracting the witch more completely than was necessary.  Gretel, meanwhile, slipped off the table and looked around until she found some chains and manacles next to the cage.  Acting quickly, she attached the manacles to the four legs of the table.  Then she attached the other ends to each of Blind Gretchen’s wrists and ankles.  The witch was so lost in the sensations that Hansel was giving her that she didn’t notice.  Then, Gretel scooped up the black pouch and her clothes that she had left in the cage. 
    Just as she was returning to the table, Gretchen gave a loud, guttural groan and Hansel whimpered his own moan as rivers of thick creamy cum sprayed out of his ass around the witch’s cock.  Reaching up, Gretel pulled her brother down, dislodging Gretchen’s rod with a wet, sloppy, pop. 
    Gretchen lay for a moment, spent, until she realized that Hansel was no longer on top of her.  Then she realized that she was chained to the table.  Her eye’s widening and her sharp teeth baring in a hiss, she twisted just in time to see the children slip out the front door. 
    “NOOOOOOO!!!!!” Gretchen screamed, “Evil!  Tricky!  Kiddies!  Trollops! Come back! Let me free!  Gretchen wants to play some more!  She promises not to hurt succulent kiddies!!  Come BAAAAAACK!!!!”
    Hansel and Gretel had no intention of coming back as they hustled beyond the witch’s boundaries.  Gretel slipped back into her dress, but Hansel’s clothes were still in pieces back at the cottage.  Running down the forest path they were soon met by the Queen’s soldiers.  The soldiers gathered them up and took them back to the Queen’s castle.  They were washed, and fed, and Hansel was given new clothes before they were escorted into the Queen’s chambers.
    As they entered, the Queen was facing out a ceiling high window, gazing at the landscape outside that was her kingdom.  When the door shut behind the children she turned to face them.  Her eyes shone as she smiled in greeting.
    “Welcome, children.  I’m so happy to see that you succeeded.”
    Gretel gave the Queen one of her looks, “Yes, we got you’re pouch.  We almost became lunch, though.”
    The Queen gave a wry grin as she came closer, “How barbaric.”
    Gretel stuck her chin out defiantly, “We held up our end of the deal.  Now it’s time for you to hold up your’s.  Find our Papa.”
    The Queen held up a finger, “Tsk, tsk, first things first, child.  Let’s make sure you brought what you were supposed to.”
    Reluctantly, Gretel handed over the pouch.  Her eyes gleaming greedily, the Queen reached in and withdrew…an apple.
    Hansel gaped in disbelief, “We went through all that for an apple!”
    The Queen grinned down at Hansel, “Not just any apple, my boy.  A weapon!  A most powerful weapon for the most devious of enemies.  She thinks she’s safe for now, but that will be her downfall.”
    The siblings gave each other confused looks as the Queen set the apple into an ornate box on a nearby desk.  Turning back to them she smiled winningly, “I am satisfied that you have held up your end of the bargain.”
    Gretel nodded, “Then you’ll find our Papa?”
    The Queen nodded thoughtfully, “Yes.  If that’s what you want.”
    Gretel looked at her curiously, “What do you mean?”
    The Queen gave them a pitying look, “Do you really want to go back to a father that just up and left you in the woods?  He abandoned you!”
    Hansel looked at the ground and Gretel looked piteous for a moment, “But…he’s all we have.”
    The Queen shook her head, “Maybe not.  I tell you what, children.  What you did was brave and resourceful.  I’ve sent a lot of little boys and girls into that house…But you’re the first to come back.  The way you handled yourself in that kitchen was…” the Queen gave a wry, suggestive smirk, “Inventive.”
    The children flushed with embarrassment, “Y-you could see us?”
    The queen nodded and motioned at a mirror that hung nearby, “I saw the whole thing through my magic mirror.  You two really enjoyed yourselves in there.”
    The kids shuffled uncomfortably.  The Queen continued, “But that is beside the point…for now.  You succeeded.  You brought me the pouch and now I want to reward you.  So I’ve decided to invite you to stay HERE!”
    The kids looked at her, stunned.
    “You mean…!” Hansel gasped.
    The Queen nodded, “You would live in the lap of luxury.  Your own rooms.  All the food you can eat, your own carriages and slaves.  Anything you want!”
    The kids looked at each other in disbelief.  Desire for such a life plain on their faces.
    Gretel looked suspicious, though, “And we would be what?  You’re children?”
    The Queen shrugged, “I wouldn’t stop you from calling me Mama, if you wanted.  As long as that wouldn’t stop you from giving me the same treatment you gave poor Gretchen.  Excluding the tying up and running away part, of course.”
    Hansel’s eyes were suddenly glued to the Queen’s chest which was still barely contained by her low cut body suit.  Gretel gave the Queen yet another one of her looks, “Soooo, you want us to be your…sex slaves?”
    The Queen raised a hand to her heaving breast and protested, “Absolutely not!  You, my dear children, would be my darling little lovers, and my protégés as well.  I would teach you much.  True, some of the lessons might be…strenuous, but you will have more fun than you ever dreamed!”
    The brother and sister looked at each other, greed etched on their faces.  They both looked to the Queen and breathed an excited, “Yes!”
    Hansel, though, asked tentatively, “What about Papa?”
    The Queen gave him a stern look, “It’s either me or him.  If you want to stay with me, you must forget about that man.”
    The kids looked thoughtfully at each other but they didn’t want to give up what she was offering.  Slowly they both nodded.
    The Queen bent down giving them an obscene look down her dress, “Good.  Now.  Shall we get started?”  Reaching up, she gripped her neck line and gave it a small tug.  Hansel and Gretel gasped as her fat udders spilled into the open.  Eagerly, they reached forward to play with them.  Their soft little hands squeezing and pinching her milky white flesh.
    The Queen moaned as the children played with her jugs, “Oooo, dirty little children!  That’s it! Play with me!”
    A voice drifted across the room, “Your Majesty?  May I watch?  I love to watch!”
    Startled the children looked over to see a face peering out of the Queen’s mirror.  The Queen laughed, “Mirror!  Of course, you may watch, you dirty pervert!”
    The Queen took each of the children by the hand and pulled them over to her massive bed.  As they crawled into it, the children noticed that large mirrors hung from the surrounding walls, from the foot of the bed and from bed’s ceiling.  The face drifted from mirror to mirror as he tried to get different views of the action.
    Gretel watched the face, biting her lip as a dirty idea filled her head.  The face in the mirror was dark of complexion with sharp angular features.  He looked back at her with a greedy expression. 
    Meanwhile, the Queen was striping Hansel down.  He gave an embarrassed whimper as his tiny body was bared yet again.  The idea of living like a Prince was very attractive to him, but the act of being used as the Queen’s play toy was making him very nervous.
    When she had her new boy toy stripped, the Queen stood above him on the bed.  Hansel licked his lips as he watched her slowly slip out of her dress.  She had already kicked out of her high heels, so that just left her body suit.  Reaching behind herself to clasp the zipper, the Queen thrust her chest out at Hansel and jiggled her soft pale white melons at him.
    Hansel watched, enraptured by the Queens dark beauty as she slowly peel the skintight material down her milky white flesh.  As the body suit dropped around her feet, though, he gave sob and his hands went protectively to his butt cheeks as he groaned in fear, “Nooooooo…..!”
    Gretel shifted her attention from the Mirror for just a second to see why her brother was fussing.  It just took a second to see what the problem was, “Do all witches have one of those?” She asked curiously.
    “Mmm, yes,” The Queen sighed as she reached up and pulled her hair loose, letting it fall luxuriously down around her shoulders as she swayed over the frightened Hansel, “All witches, sorceresses, and hags.  It kind of goes with the life style.”
    Between her legs swung a long thick cock, similar to the one that Blind Gretchen had sported.
    Frightened tears streamed down Hansel’s face as he begged, “P-please, Your Majesty!  I’m s-still sore back there!  Please, don’t hurt me there again!  Please!”
    “Sh-shush,” the Queen said almost gently as she knelt down and held Hansel to her breast, “You’re right.  Your ass has had enough for today.”
    She ran her hand over his trembling body before sliding it under his chin and lifting his face to hers, “Besides, it’s not your ass that I’m after.  It’s your mouth.“  Hansel moaned as the Queen kissed him, wrapping her lips around his as she forcefully inserted her tongue.  Hansel flushed as he felt her explore his mouth.  The tongue wriggled playfully inside him, twisting around his own with an air of ownership.
    Meanwhile, Gretel was eyeing the Mirror playfully as he licked his lips, wanting her closer.  She lifted the hem of her dress flirtatiously,  giving him a brief glimpse of her bare pussy before she dropped it again.
    “Mmmm yes, girl,” the Mirror moaned hungrily, “Show me more!”
    Gretel looked playfully thoughtful for a moment and then she turned around, bent over, and lifted her dress so that the Mirror could see her eight year old butt, “Am I being naughty, Mr. Mirror?”  she asked.
    The Mirror nodded vigorously as he drank in the sight of her lovely ass, “Oh yes, child, so naughty.”
    Gretel lifted the dress up and over her head and dropped it to the side, leaving her completely nude with her back still turned to the Mirror.  Her golden curls spilling down behind her. “You like naughty little girls don’t you?”  She moaned as she got on her knees and bent at the waist, showing off her butt.
    The Mirror moaned at the sight if her pretty little holes that seemed to be winking at him, “Oh yes, you little whore, quit teasing and come closer!  I want to taste you!”
    Looking back, Gretel gasped as she saw his tongue slither out from the mirror.  It was big and wet, at least a foot long.  She giggled and scooted back, just out of range of the reaching shaft.  Moving her hand back she masturbated as he watched.  Her fingers sliding in and out of her wet hole as she moaned and wiggled just in front of his straining tongue.
    “Gods!” He groaned, “You wicked little girl!  Stop flirting and let my tongue give you pleasure!”
    Giggling mischievously, Gretel leaned back ever so slightly until his wagging tongue touched the very tip of her pussy lips.  A thrill of excitement went through her as he poked and licked, only getting the very tip of his tongue against her. 
    “Closer…” the Mirror grunted as he struggled to lick her tender young flesh.
    Gretel giggled and shook her head.  She moaned as she made him work for his taste.  Unseen by her, though, a mist was moving out of the mirror, and something was moving in the mist.
    Meanwhile, the Queen was finished with kissing Hansel.  She wanted him to kiss her.  He bit his lip as she pushed him down her body to her waiting cock.  He looked up at her, uncertainty plain on his face.
    “Lick it,” she moaned, “Lick my cock, Hansel.”
    Hansel’s jaw dropped in shock at the thought of such an act.  He had a cock.  So he knew what came out of them.  Licking one seemed extremely gross.  The Queen’s gaze grew stern, however, and she pushed his head insistently towards her member.  The tip glistened with precum as it poured out over her shaft, slickening it up.  With a submissive whimper, Hansel gave in and gave the rod a tentative dab.  It was salty and the skin that covered the cock shifted pleasingly under his tongue.
    The Queen smiled, “That’s it, Hansel.  Keep going.”
    Encouraged, Hansel began to slurp up and down the wet phallus, his tongue gathering up the surprisingly tasty precum as he serviced his Queen.  The hands on his head guided him up to the tip where he swirled his tongue over the sensitive skin.  Wrapping his lips around it he greedily sucked up the precum that was flowing freely from the Queen’s urethra. 
    Expertly, Queen Regina worked her cock further and further into his young mouth as she watched with delight the play between Gretel and the Mirror.  Gretel moaned and giggled as she masturbated herself teasingly in front of the Mirror, blissfully unaware as a series of writhing tentacles emerged from the mist pouring out of the reflective glass.  She gasped and moaned, bucking her hips against the tip of his tongue until suddenly she felt something slither over her thighs and grip her tight. 
    Gretel let out a surprised shriek as she was dragged back to the slick surface of the Mirror.  Her shriek turned to squeals and moans as the Mirror buried his skilled tongue deep into her baby cunt.  She writhed, vaguely worried as the strange sensation of having tentacles slithering over her butt cheeks sent thrills through her small body.  She groaned as the eagerly curious feelers curled around her virgin ass hole and started to pry it open.  Sobs of pleasure ripped from her throat and her fists pounded the sheets as both her holes were split and filled.
    The Queen watched, grinning as Gretel was used by the Mirror.  She slowly ground into Hansel’s learning mouth and throat as she watched two tentacles slither over the girl’s body until they reached her flat tits.  The tips of the appendages split open revealing two tiny mouths lined with tiny teeth.  The Queen groaned as she listened to Gretel’s sluty squeals when the tentacles clamped onto her tiny nipples and nibbled. 
    Gretel bucked and moaned, her squeals crescendoing into lust filled screams as the Mirror brought her to climax after climax.  The Queen herself, moaned erotically as she spurted ropes of thick creamy seed into Hansel’s mouth, which he sucked down as well as he could.  The excess dripped down his chin and over his bare chest.  The Queen orgasmed two more times, her jizz dripping down Hansel until his tiny cock was coated. As the Mirror released Gretel she crawled over and sucked her brother off until he gave a whimpering moan and came down her throat. 
    Servants appeared with moist towels to wipe down the threat lovers and the juice covered mirror.  When they were all clean again, the Queen lay back against the pile of pillows at the head of the bed.  Hansel and Gretel snuggled in on either side of her, their naked bodies melding together in glowing comfort as they all drifted off to exhausted sleep.
    Before she slipped into oblivion, though, the Queen gave the Mirror a nod and said, “Take care of it.”
    The Mirror nodded and left the trio slumbering happily in the Queen’s chambers.  Slipping through the mysterious realm that lay inside the mirrors, he made his way to a room not far from the royal bedchambers.  The room was simple.  It held a table and chair and little else but the mirror in which the Face appeared.  On the table there was an untouched meal. 
    At the table sat the woodcutter.
    As he saw the Face appear he jumped up, knocking the chair to the floor, “Why am I being held here?!” He pleaded. “Please, Lord Mirror, I need to return to the forest.  My two children!  They must be lost and scared without me!”
    The Mirror smirked at him, “Peace, woodcutter.  You’re children are safe.  The Queen has offered them a place here at the castle and they have wisely accepted.”
    The woodcutter was stunned, “She has?  Wh-what kind of place?”
    The Mirror gave the woodcutter a lecherous grin, “Why, as her sex toys, of course.  They have already been tested and she finds them quite satisfactory.”
    Dismay spread across the woodcutter’s face as he cried, “What! No no no!  They’re just little children!  How could she!  Not my babies!  I don’t believe you!”
    The Mirror grinned happily, “Oh believe me, it’s true.  I just had my tongue so deep inside you’re daughter’s quim that I’m sure I tasted her womb.” Scenes from the Queen’s and children’s recent fun played across the Mirror’s surface as the father watched in horrified shock.
    The woodcutter gaped at the Mirror.  A sob of despair and rage escaped him as his body began to shake, “You filthy, despicable, COWARD!  I will kill you! You hear me!”
    The woodcutter flew at the Mirror, his fists pounding on the unbreakable glass as he vented his fury.  The Mirror just laughed in amusement until he stopped and stood glaring his hatred. 
    “Don’t worry, good man,“ the Mirror simpered, “You’re children are quite happy and you will be well compensated.  Here, more money than you could make in five lifetimes.”
    The woodcutter gaped as a hand appeared out of the glass and dropped a large leather bag onto the table with a heavy clunk.  It was filled with the gold currency of the kingdom.  It was enough to make the woodcutter rich for the rest of his life.
    Glaring at the Mirror, he rasped, “I would not sell my children for any price!”
    The Mirror shrugged, “It does not matter.  You are not selling them.  The Queen has taken them from you.  Of their own free will, I might add.  This is just a thank you for fathering such delightful children for her Majesty to enjoy.  Now, I’ve given you your reward.  I must be off.  Other, Mirrorly, things to do, you know.  The guards will see you out.”
    The Face disappeared from the mirror and the woodcutter was left alone with the bag of gold.  Soon the guards came and he was dragged screaming from the castle.  He and the bag were unceremoniously tossed out the front door and it shut and locked with a final, ominous click.
    For days, weeks, the woodcutter tried to find a way to rescue his children.  But, even with gold, the Queen was too powerful for him.  Eventually, he gave up, took the gold and bought a nice house with land.  He found a woman who married him and gave him more children.  Desperately, he tried to forget his first two children and what they would become. 
    Hansel and Gretel slept peacefully that night, and many nights to come, at the side of their Queen.  As time would go on, they would find their life as royal sex toys to be quite interesting.