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.