Mature Audiences only. I wrote this several years ago and have only posted it in one other place.
Hansel and Gretel never recovered mentally from their ordeal with the old hag in the woods. The siblings, throughout the years, resented their father for losing quickly the fortune they brought to him from the witch. Their evil step mother ran off with their fortune never to return. Their father grew tired of the constant ridicule and tricked the pair, leading them into the woods, abandoning them and leaving then alone to fend for themselves. Forsaken by their hapless father, the teenage siblings Hansel and Gretel were forced from their home…again.
Gretel bemoans, “We’ve been walking for hours, you’re so stupid. You have no idea where we are, I’m tired of walking.” For which Hansel replies, “Shut the fuck up, you never shut up, I’m tired of your shit!” They pass familiar territory and Hansel began to remember these woods from the last time their selfish parents left them. Gretel states, “I can’t believe that asshole father left us in the woods, again.” “Yeah, I gotta quit trusting that bastard,” Hansel replied. As Hansel looks around he recalls from his memory, “I think that old bitch that tried to eat us lived over there.” Hansel points toward a rocky hillside seen from a few miles away. “It shouldn’t be long Gretel, we will at least have shelter, maybe water.”
As the couple wanders closer to the house they see smoke coming from the chimney. The house looks exactly like they left it, candy coated walls and all. “Didn’t we kill this woman?” Gretel asks. “Yeah, she’s dead alright.” “Someone must have squatted the house.” Hansel replied.
Hansel creeps around the side of the house to peer into the home when he spots his cage laying in the yard. It’s rusted from vacancy and neglect. A happy thought. It’s not capable of holding children anymore. He turns his attention to a glass window head high on the side of the house. His eyes focus on a body moving about in what appears to be the kitchen. A scantly dressed women prepares food on the counter top. Her body clothed only in an apron, she chops her fresh vegetables. Her luscious bare ass in plain site of his prying eyes, his hunger pangs subside quickly to pangs of a different kind. His fondness grows stronger as…”What to you see?” Gretel questions. “It’s a young women, He replied, She’s got food.”
They approach the door and promptly knock.
*Knock* *Knock* *Knock* they pound on the door. “Who’s there?” A creepy old and familiar voice replies. A look of fear and question falls upon Gretel’s face. “WTF Hansel!? she cries, “You said she was a young woman!” I’m out of here!” “Stop Gretel! What’s an old woman gonna do to us anyway. We’re not kids anymore you know. I don’t know who the the old voice is, she wasn’t there earlier.” As the two bicker Hansel belts out, “We are Hansel and Gretel, we need help.”
As the two argue whether they will introduce their problems to a complete stranger they realize several minutes have past and the woman has yet to open the door. “I’m coming,” The old lady voice said. They wait patiently by the house when the door opens to confirm Gretel’s fear born from years past.
An old Hag stands slouched over the front door step. Her face as old and ugly as ever before. “You’re dead, we killed you!” Hansel screams. “What are you talking about young man?” The Hag asks. A genuine sound of confusion in her voice. A pause by Hansel reveals her defining features a little clearer, she is not the same woman they cremated in the oven. A still reluctant Hansel asks, “Who are you?” “I inherited this house from a long lost relative my dear child,” The Hag retorts. “Come in dear, you look tired, famished, I have food.”
A hesitant Hansel and a still fearful Gretel enter the home for which so many nightmares spawned. Their fear soon turns to amazement as they cast their eyes upon stores of food. The shelves teaming with cured ham, fresh vegetables and jars of candy. “This family sure does like food.” Hansel thinks to himself. Under no pressure from the old woman, they are allowed to roam the house freely, eating what they may. Hansel wandered around the house looking for the younger women. “Where did she go?” He thought.
“Hansel dear, the Hag asks, will you please help me carry more meat up from the basement?” “Sure,” He answers. Thinking to himself to whole time, “This seems familiar but I’m strong enough to take out this old lady. She can’t get one over on me, no way.” He steps in front of the hag, eager to claim a hand on the additional meat, and leads her down the basement stairs his eyes staring at a mostly vacant room. “Where’s this meat lady?” He asks stupidly. As soon as the words left his mouth, a flash hits his eyes. He soon realizes he’s been hit in the head. His body weakens and tumbles down the last remaining stairs. As his eyes fade to black he hears the muffled voice of his attacker. “I know who you are, you’re not leaving this house!”
The Hag, hands hidden under her baggy, ratty clothes, approaches Gretel. “Where is my brother?” Gretel asks. “He’ll be just a minute dear, he’s got to move some stuff around.” The Hag replies. Just as the old lady gets close to Gretel she reaches for her hands with a deceptively strong grip. “What?” “What are you doing?” Gretel murmurs. The old lady unresponsive to her questions slaps an iron cuff around Gretel’s wrist and binds her to the stove.
With Gretel chained to the iron wood burning stove, the old lady prepares the over for baking. Gretel sees the old lady’s demeanor change, a new pep in her step is highly noticeable. Not common for a women of her age. “It won’t be long dear.” The old lady taunts her captive. “Bitches like you need to be taught a lesson!” The old lady exclaimed. The Hag’s voice changing as the situation grows in her favor. She makes taunting chatter with the vigor of a much younger woman.
The oven rolling with heat as the Hag struggles to tie up the remaining limbs of a tethered Gretel. Her legs kicking for her life as they slowly get tangled in a mass of rope. Every second her body becomes less and less mobile. As the hag bends over Gretel she can see down her tattered top. She’s amazed, the old Hag’s breasts are those of a much younger women. Her face and neck don’t match her cleavage. Her view quickly disappears and her thoughts turn to her brother. “Where is he?” “Has he gone?” “Is he dead?” As her binds become tight she catches movement from the basement door. Her brothers hand on the handle as he sneaks onto the kitchen floor. Clutching a wooden club, he slowly walks up to the unsuspecting Hag, bent over, tying up his sister. The Hag’s back turned to Hansel, he swings for the fences, a strike across her rag covered ass, batting her forward into the iron stove.
Her weakness is his strength as he wraps his arms around the old lady’s wardrobe throwing her upper body onto the table. She’s bent over the table, his body behind hers clutching her neck with his grip. He quickly tangles her in her own rope. His weight atop hers, he tosses rope under the table and around her body in repetition. Her body temporarily bound, he takes additional rope from his sister’s body and neatly binds the Hag to the small eating table. Her wrists bound low on the wooden legs, face down hugging the stout wooden top. Her ass bent over the side with her legs planted on the floor and bound neatly to the other two available wooden legs.
Hansel turns to his sister to untie her as she mutters, “That not an old hag, She’s got breasts!” Hansel, now confused, asks, “What are you talking about? she’s young.” Gretel explains. Hansel turns around toward the rags draped around the Hags body. He grabs a fistful of cloth from her waist and snatches it to the floor. The ass of a younger women exposes the truth. Hansel remembers this sultry, luscious ass from the kitchen window. “Yep, this is her, the woman from earlier.” He stated. “How do you know?” Gretel asked. “I never forget an ass.” Hansel spoke proudly.
They walk over to the front of the table and lift her head by her hair, the hair comes off in one solid clump in Hansel’s clasp. “Son of a bitch!” Hansel proclaimed. He sees the lines of her mask, freshly exposed as he lifts her wig. Even more satisfied this is the younger woman from earlier he feels relieved their is nobody else to harm them. He peels the mask from her face. The siblings are surprised by what they discovered next.
A familiar face is cast upon them, “Step-Mother!” They both proclaim.
The Hag’s disguise uncovered. Their former step-mother lay bare ass’d attempting to wiggle from her binding. “You’re both gonna pay for this!” She exclaimed. “You’re riches are mine, you’ll never get them back.” Hansel, still shocked to know his step-mother is still alive asks of these riches, “*You* stole the gems we brought home from the witch? Father told us you were dead,” Hansel said. “Oh he did, did he, I left his broke ass after we ditched you two heathens in the woods,” she described. “You two kids ate him out of house and home, turning into spoiled little bastards as you grew older. You deserved to rot in these woods.”
Step-Mother explained further, “Your father tried to win me back by showing me his new found riches, he told me your story about some witch’s house made from candy, the gems you brought back and the prison from which you escaped. I took the gems, ran off, and began searching for the house, leaving your idiot father behind. I’ve been living here for the past eight years.” Hansel asks, “Why the wig?” She explains, “That wig was in the house, the witch had dozens of them.” Hansel remembers his past and the torment given to him by that sadistic old bitch. His anger growing inside. She explained, “I didn’t want you kids going back and telling your father where I was hiding. I hated having kids!” She exclaimed. Her voice ringing clearly in Hansel’s head. His blood boils, his vision blurred. He steps into her sight and smacks her tilted face against the hardwood. “Don’t like kids? He questioned. I’ll give you kids!”
Hansel stands firm as he bends to grab the table, her partially naked body tied so firmly atop. Grabbing the corner with one hand, he spins her ass around. The table legs shrieking loudly against the wood floor. Step-mothers eyes grow fearful as she looks around the room frantically. Gretel, still laying in a pile of extra rope, looks at her step-mother and says, “You had this coming bitch!”
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/8um2wu/the_sadistic_tale_of_hansel_and_gretel_part_i