Fetish Fairy Tales - Hansel and Gretel
by Mesmer's Bauble
Note: "Hansel and Gretel" (German: Hänsel und Gretel, diminutives of Johannes and Margaret)
Once Upon a Time….
Two children named John and Margaret lived with their Father and Stepmother in the town of Portland, Oregon. The children’s father worked in one of the large logging companies outside of the city where he had made a decent enough living until the housing bubble had ruined the economy everywhere. In the past few years he had found it difficult to provide for his family especially since his young wife, who was a bit of a self-centered diva, a refused to get a job, as she believed that she should be waited on hand and foot.
Prior to his second marriage the father had doted on his two children, denying them nothing. However since their stepmother moved into the house she seemed to be able to get her way as if by magic; although it likely had more to do with her taught young body and the things she was willing to do in the bedroom. At ten and eight John and Margaret knew nothing about such things, all they knew was their father seemed less and less interested in spending time with them and more and more willing to follow their stepmother’s suggestions.
Despite all the changes, neither child had expected to hear such outrageous words from their father one warm July evening. “Boarding School!” John cried out in shock and alarm while Margaret just stood there with her mouth open dumbly. Their father cringed at their reaction but their stepmother was happy to explain, “Yes, you may NOT have noticed but your father has been working extra hard recently and we’ve still had trouble making ends meet. I’ve done some research and despite the initial cost it appears that we can save a lot of money by sending you and your sister to St. Frances’ Boarding School for a year or two.”
“Two Years!” Margaret cried out before putting her face in her hands and starting to whimper. “Don’t cry ‘Gret,” Said their father, “it’s not like that. You’ll be home for holidays and visits. You know I wouldn’t do this if I had another choice but we just don’t have the money. St. Frances’ has a great reputation you’ll get a much better education there then the schools around here. In a few years when the market gets better you can come home if you’re unhappy there.” John wanted to say something but he saw the glint of satisfaction in their stepmother’s eyes and knew whatever he said she would have some argument. Instead he wrapped his arm around his sister’s shoulder and led her away up to their bedroom.
Late that night Margaret woke to the sounds of movement. She looked over and saw her brother packing his backpack. “John?” She asked in a sleepy voice. He looked guiltily over at his sister, “Go back to sleep ‘Gret.” He turned away from her and kept putting things into his backpack. She could see he was packing all sorts of stuff, a flashlight, some food, his sleeping bag; it almost looked like he was getting ready to go camping. Margaret smiled at the thought, they hadn’t gone camping with their father in a long time, their stepmother didn’t like the 'dirty' woods. “What are you doing?” She was sitting up in her bed and blinking the sleep out of her eyes. When John saw this he sighed.
“I’m running away, OK.” Margaret gasped only to be shushed by her brother. “Don’t worry. It won’t be for long, just a few days out in the woods and by the time I get back Dad will be so worried he’ll realize what a huge mistake it was trying to send us away.” Margaret thought about that for a long time while her brother continued to pack. “Then I’m going too.” John gave her a sharp look. “No, you’re not… You’re too young.” Margaret scowled back, “I’m only one and a half years younger than you and I don’t want to go to some stupid boarding school either.”
A long argument in whispered tones ensued but in the end Margaret was more stubborn and threatened to tell their father right away if she was left behind so John was forced to give in. In the dead of night two small figures snuck away from their house on the edge of the forest, both laden down with large backpacks filled with food and other supplies. Margaret had voiced some concern about getting lost but her brother had told her that he had ‘borrowed’ their dad’s GPS so they couldn’t actually lose their way. They walked all night until dawn lit the eastern sky. John wanted to keep going in case they were discovered missing right away but Margaret was clearly exhausted so they pulled out their sleeping bags and had a breakfast of dry cereal before turning in to sleep.
They woke mid-day and after a lunch of cold sandwiches they continued their trek into the large forests of Oregon. They traveled for another day before John announced that they were far enough that they probably wouldn’t be found. They pitched a tent and set up a small camp, a place for them to wait out their father. It didn’t take long for them to realize camping was much harder without their dad along. Despite his boasting John hadn’t been able to start a fire and they were both eating and drinking more than John had thought they would. They had only been in the woods for three days and their provisions were looking very thin. He hated to admit it but John knew it was time to go home.
Margaret was thrilled at the news, she was tired of being cold and dirty and though she had tried hard not to complain she was beginning to think that her brother’s plan had been kind of stupid. With a few days to think about it she had come to the conclusion that running away might just make their dad angry and MORE willing to send them off to boarding school. They packed up all the supplies they hadn’t used and John pulled out their father’s GPS. He yelped in surprise and panic when he tried to turn it on. “What’s wrong?” Margaret asked. John replied with a grumbled “nothing, nothing,” but then started to hit the side of the device and press its buttons at random. Margaret was on the verge of panic when John announced, fear in his voice, “The GPS is… um… broken.”
“What do you mean broken!?!” Margaret practically screamed. “I don’t know, “ John pleaded sounds really scared, “I tested it before we left, it had full batteries and was working fine but I’m not getting any signal and the screen is all messed up.” Margaret grabbed her brother’s arm and started to shake it. “Do you mean we’re lost, like really really lost?” John’s face was white with shock but he took a few breaths and smiled a strained smile at his sister. “No, no… don’t worry ‘Gret. I know where we are, more or less, and we should be able to find our way back to town… it’s…”There was a long pause as John scanned the dense thicket of branches over their head that defused the light making it hard to tell what time of day it was. “… that way…”
Margaret wasn’t totally convinced but she had to trust her brother, she had no other choice. So they set off in the direction John had indicated following a twisting path through the dense trees. The pleasant forest seemed much more ominous to both of them now. They walked until dark before unpacking what food they had left and eating a small dinner. They should be home before dinner tomorrow, or so John told his sister.
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Two days later, the pair of grubby children were starving. They continued to walk through a forest that showed no signs of growing any thinner or more recognizable. They still had water, for the moment, but both of them were scared and angry. Margaret blamed John for getting them into the trouble in the first place and John was mostly mad at himself but he took it out on his sister, yelling at her to stop complaining and stubbornly saying that their home was just through the next group of trees, even though it never was.
Night was falling when Margaret gave out a shout of joy. She pointed through the trees at the light she could see in the distance. John gave a whoop of excitement himself when he realized it was the golden glow of an electric light. He wasn’t sure where they were but if there was electricity that meant there were people, food, and a phone to call home from. They ran through the forest towards the light, which was further away than they expected, but also easier to follow as it grew dark. Eventually they reached the end of the tree line and stopped, totally shocked at what they were looking at. It was a house at the end of a long row of houses, the only one that had any lights on. Only the house looked like it was made of gingerbread. Giant gumdrops edged the walls that appeared to be frosted cookie with candy accents on the windows and door. “Unreal” John muttered to himself but Margaret charged towards the house and reached out as if to pull a piece of the candy right off the wall. Except when her hands hit the material it went clonk. “plastic.” She stated with sadness in her voice and just like that the illusion was broken.
John could suddenly see all the small details that the poor lighting had hid, the cracks in the glistening frosting that showed plaster on the inside and the fading color on the candy and some of the gingerbread. His eyes finally fell onto the sign that was poorly lit by the light pouring from the building’s second story. It said “Madam Regina’s Confectionary” in fading letters. It wasn’t a gingerbread house, it was a candy store. John was pondering the strangeness of what he was seeing. The other houses nearby appeared abandoned but there was still a candy store with the lights on in this small town nestled in the woods, very weird. He was going to say something about being careful when he heard the sound of a doorbell. His head whipped around to see that his sister was pressing the button down for all she was worth.
He quickly moved up on the porch beside his sister, he wanted to yell at her but he understood. He was starving too and despite its oddity this was probably their best chance of getting home after their failed adventure. They watched as the second floor light was joined by lights illuminating the first floor windows and the sound of a pair of heavy footsteps walking to the door. As the knob began to turn he had the wild idea that the person on the other side would be a blind old witch ready to grab them up and eat them for supper, but as the door opened it revealed an older lady about their fathers age or a little older, with warm motherly features and soft curves hidden beneath a modest dressing gown. She also had a look of surprise and concern on her face. “Look at the two of you, where ever did you come from?” John swallowed thinking about what he could say but Margaret beat him to the punch and their story came pouring out of her lips. How they had run away and gotten lost in the woods and hadn’t had anything to eat in two days.
“Oh you poor silly dears, running away from home into this dangerous forest, your very lucky to have found me. Please come inside, my name is Regina and I run, or should I say used to run this candy shop.” She stepped aside and made room for them to enter. Both children balked at entering a stranger’s house but these were extreme circumstances. With several muttered expressions of thanks the two children were inside the blessedly warm foyer. “Please, do take off your shoes. I am happy to help anyway I can but you two are a mess.” Regina said kindly but firmly. Once their shoes were off she lead them into a large room, it looked to have once been the main room of the shop. A long and empty display counter surround much of the room, but in the center there was now a small table with four chairs. Regina pulled the pads off of two of the chairs, so they wouldn’t mess them, and invited the children to sit while she got some food. John was going to ask about a phone but the idea of food was too good for either of them to resist.
A few minutes later she returned with two plates piled high with chicken and greens. Both children attacked the plates of food, not caring that it was cold just needing food so badly. Regina watched them both eat smiling a giant smile the entire time. John or Margaret might have found it odd if either of them had spared a moment and noticed. After only a few short minutes their plates were empty and the two children looked sated. Regina, who had left when they were distracted, came back with a large platter of homemade cookies and other sweets. “Those look delicious,” Margaret said practically drooling despite her full stomach. “Thank you,” said Regina. “I make them myself. Back before this town dried up this was my shop where I made cookies and candies for all the children but most of the people left here a long time ago.”
“Why didn’t you go too?” asked John, he still wanted to ask about a phone but didn’t want too seem impolite or ungrateful. “Oh that’s a long story. The short version is that I really had nowhere to go and I didn’t want to leave all the pleasant memories that I have here. But enough about me try some! I still make small batches for myself almost every day.” Margaret grabbed for a cookie right away, stuffing it into her mouth without even a thank you. John thanked the kind woman for both of them before grabbing what looked like a caramel in a twist of wax paper and trying it. He couldn’t believe how good the candy was. It was so soft and melted in his mouth. There were other flavors in it as well something light and almost floral that complemented the sweetness of the sugar. He quickly grabbed another and sucked on it slowly, savoring the taste.
After a little while Regina began to talk again but John found it hard to concentrate on what she was saying, the candy was so good and he was so tired after so many days in the woods. “I loved when children would come to my shop. So many pretty little children so eager to try all my special candies I made just for them. I have so missed the children; you wouldn’t believe how happy I was when I saw you outside my door. I can’t very well go back into Portland, not after my little secret was discovered. So you must realize having luscious treats like you two hand delivered to me, it’s like magic. It’s lucky for me that the special ingredients in my sweets don’t go bad.” John’s eyes started to feel heavy, and he could see that Margaret already had her head down on the table, her eyes half open and gaze blank. He laid his head on the table and as Regina spoke to them he fell into a deep, deep sleep.
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John awoke feeling warm and happy. He opened his eyes and blinked, his mind working slowly trying to take in what he was seeing. He was in a large sitting room, curled up on a pillow. He saw Regina and his sister on a couch on the other side of the room. Both of them were naked, he thought something about that should bother him but then he noticed that he was naked too, so he figured it must be OK. He also noticed that he was inside a large metal dog crate. As his eyes focused on the bars of the crate and tried to wrap his head around what he was seeing. There was definitely something wrong about that, he was sure, but then his eyes caught sight of a small bowl filled with candy just next to him and he decided that he’d have some while he thought it through.
Across the room Margaret arched her back in pleasure. The stick of a lollypop protruded from between her sticky lips and she sucked on the sweetness as Regina’s hands roamed all over her undeveloped form. Her tiny nipples were hard as rocks as they were caressed and massaged and her cunny dripped fluid as it was manipulated by soft, experienced hands. Regina whispered things to her, about how good everything felt, which it did, and how thankful she was for the sweets and the pleasure, which she was, and how she would do anything to return the gifts given to her. Margaret could only moan in agreement as her body convulsed, on the edge of the first orgasm of her life.
Margaret yelped and moaned in pleasure and the lollypop fell from her lips to the carpet. She pulled away from Regina to reach for it but the older woman guided the young girls head down between her legs promising much sweeter treats could be found there. Margaret found that like in so many things Regina was right and soon she was lapping and sucking on a seemingly endless supply of sweet sticky juices. Regina kept talking, telling her how this new flavor was the most delicious thing she had ever tasted and how she would do anything for more. Her voice became more urgent and her words became more like commands, lick harder, lower, softer, faster, deeper until Regina screamed out and a fresh spray of juices covered Margaret’s face.
Regina stood on shaky legs and left Margaret licking her lips and using her hands to gather more of the juices that seemed to be everywhere. She looked down at the boy in the crate, she thought his name was John. He was sucking away at her special purple candies and didn’t seem to have a care in the world except for the child size erection that grew almost painfully between his legs. She unlatched his cage and invited him out to play. John’s eyes were glazed and he followed her every command with blissfully obedience. Soon he was collapsed boneless on the sofa next to his sister, his hard cock pointed straight into the air. Regina missed the taste of cum almost as much as the feeling of lips on her pussy so soon she was licking and sucking on the miniature rod with abandon.
John’s mind was mostly empty. All he could think about was the taste of sweetness on his lips and the cascades of sensations emanating from his penis. It all blurred together into until taste and feeling were one thing that filled him up completely until he couldn’t stand it anymore and it burst forth flowing out of him like sticky jelly from an overfilled donut. A stupid smile crossed his face and he giggled to himself.
Regina wiped the cum from her lips as she savored the flavor, rolling it around in her mouth before swallowing. She smiled to see him still erect; her little purple candies did their job so well. Turning back to the girl, the sister, she thought smiling wickedly she reached over and began to tell the girl all about another delicious treat and how to get it. Soon Margaret was bobbing her tiny head up and down on her brother’s cock. While it might have seemed small to Regina, John’s 'candy stick' filled the young girl’s mouth completely. Regina was a good teacher though, explaining how she could push it deep into her throat and not worry about choking or gagging, just experiencing the delicious taste.
After watching the incestuous blowjob for a while Regina lay down on the floor and positioned the girls’ sweet honey pot over her lips, licking and sucking on the perfect hairless mound. Margaret moaned onto her brother’s cock leading to a moan from him as well. The three moved together, pleasure flowing into pleasure until Regina had her fill of young cunt. She worked the young girl to her second orgasm and the girls muffled screams of pleasure were enough to stimulate her brother’s second burst of cum, which Margaret gleefully drank down.
Regina flopped back onto the couch, guiding the girl back to her cunt and the boy to her breasts and just lay back to enjoy the sensations as she thought. She could keep them of course. It was unlikely anyone would find them here, but Regina had always been one for variety. It was what had gotten her in so much trouble in the past, and the longer she kept them the more difficult it would be to return them to the world unnoticed. Still she had the kernel of a plan, something that might let her sample all the treats her heart desired while keeping her safe and secure. So after another mind blowing orgasm she stood, leaving the siblings to entertain themselves and began to whip up some more of her special candies.
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John and Margaret stumbled out of the woods dirty and hungry two weeks after their disappearance. The forest services had given up hope and their father was so grateful to have them back he wasn’t even angry. Considering how long they had been gone their condition was surprisingly healthy. John had said he had packed a lot of food and water and had even found a few wild berry bushes to keep them fed. After a short stay in the hospital and some trauma assessments they were found to be in good health both mentally and physically and were returned home.
Their father completely refused to even consider sending them away from home; at least for now he couldn’t bear to be apart from them. Their stepmother wasn’t happy at the fact but did little to counter it. She noticed that after their experience the siblings seemed both closer and more obedient; they had obviously learned something from their time in the woods and she didn’t mind that at all. It was about a week after their return when a red car pulled up in front of their house. John and Margaret had been expecting it for some time so they rushed out and grabbed the large bag that was offered to them before the car drove off again.
That evening as the family sat around the dinner table John and Margaret brought out a plate full of colorful lollypops. They said they had bought them as a gift and an apology. Their father didn't have much of a sweet tooth but he took one too be nice, their stepmother on the other hand greedily reached out and stuffed the largest one into her mouth. John and Margaret looked at each other slyly as their father and stepmother's eyes widened in surprise at the flavors and then began to lose focus and stare blankly away. John waited watched Margaret replace each of the special suckers with a second dose, the two adults sucking on them docilely before reaching for the phone and dialing the number he had memorized. “Madam, they are ready.”
Several lollypops later the red car pulled into their driveway, John and Margaret ran out to greet Madam Regina fawning over the older woman and practically begging to be used for her pleasure. She shushed her two newest pets and promised she would play with them very soon but first she had to explain things. Like how their stepmother would soon be starting a business to help make extra money, a sweet shop who's unique recipes would help make it very popular. Regina smiled wickedly; she knew that very soon she would be living happily ever after.
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End Notes – I wrote this as a pallet cleanser; my brain was so mixed up from trying to write epic stuff I needed to write something light and fun to clear my head. I don't know if this will be a series or a one shot but it was fun to write and if it isn't my best work so be it. Anyone is welcome to write their own Fetish Fairy Tale with my blessing; I hardly own the concept.