by Reed James
“Now beg for the next one,” Gretel moaned, holding the clothespin in her hand, the split dowel so close to Hansel's left nipple.
“Good,” Mistress moaned in the background, stroking her big futa-dick.
“Please, sweet sister, clip my nipple,” Hansel groaned, her pussy clenching and her dick throbbing. Juices ran down her thighs as she knelt on Mistress's floor.
“Good little slut,” Gretel groaned, the degrading words making Hansel shiver. It didn't sound like her sweet-sister at all, and yet the words excited her as much as begging did.
The pain flared. The clothespin pinched her fat nub, squeezing it and shooting agony down to her pussy and futa-dick. Hansel whimpered, her body shuddering. Her breasts jiggled, the heavy clothespin tugging on her nipples as they bobbed before the futa, bringing whimpers from her lips.
“Oh, yes, you love it, futa-whore,” Gretel groaned then kissed Hansel hard on the mouth, claiming her lips stained with Gretel's own pussy juices.
Hansel closed her eyes, surrendering into the kiss, loving her step-sister so much. She didn't resist at all. The pain in her nipples only spiced the kiss, her mouth moving with hunger, true submission spurring her on to kiss her hard.
Her eyes fluttered at the rapture.
And then the collar went about her throat. Gretel cinched it tight, still kissing the futa with such aggression. Hansel shuddered, the leather strangely warm against her throat. Something rippled through her body, tingling every inch of you.
“Oh, yes, she'll look so beautiful, her submission preserved forever,” Mistress groaned. “Now the strap-on, sweet child. You have to take the futa-whore's cherry. She needs to be fucked.”
Hansel blushed as her pussy clenched. She never imagined she'd lose her cherry. Futas weren't fucked. They did the fucking. But as Gretel pulled on the harness, her big, leather cock swaying before her, thrusting from her crotch like a futa's dick thrust from the folds of her pussy, Hansel swooned.
She wanted that fake cock in her pussy. She wanted her younger sister to make love to her. Mistress adjusted the straps, nodding her head. Her hands slid up Gretel's body, cupping the girl's breasts, fingering nipples.
Hansel's stomach twisted. I should be the only one to touch her like that.
“Now fuck your little futa-whore,” hissed Mistress. “Order her on her hands and knees then pop that cherry.”
“Yes,” groaned Gretel, her eyes fluttering. “You heard her, slut. On your hands and knees. Your sweet sister is going to break in that hot cunt.”
“Yes, sweet sister,” Hansel moaned, shivering, driven to submit. She had to. This was too exciting.
She knelt on her hands and knees, her breasts dangling, the clothespins pulling at her nipples. New pain throbbed through her. She groaned, the collar almost burning about her throat, sending more tingles through her body.
Is it...enchanted? Is Mistress...a witch?
Then Gretel seized Hansel's hips. Her leather cock nudged at Hansel's virgin pussy. The futa whimpered, feeling the tip press on her hymen. Her membrane stretched before it. Gretel's hands tightened, fingernails biting into Hansel's skin, adding more painful delight to the excitement growing in her depths.
“Beg, futa-whore,” hissed Gretel.
“Fuck me, sweet sister!” Hansel gasped.
Gretel thrust. Hard.
Hansel's cherry popped. Her eyes widened, her pussy invaded by the huge leather cock. The futa experienced being pegged for the first time, her hard girl-cock throbbing beneath her. The force of Gretel's thrust quivered through the futa's body, her heavy tits swaying.
Her nipples burning in agony.
Gretel drew back, the friction rippling through the futa's cunt to her dick. She whimpered, her braid swaying. Her snatch clenched down on the fake cock, savoring the feel of it moving through her depths.
And then Gretel thrust.
“Yes!” Hansel moaned. “Oh, sweet sister, that feels so good.”
“Of course you love it, you little futa-whore,” Gretel hissed. “Mmm, my dear futa-sister is a slut!”
“She is,” Mistress purred, stroking her hard dick. She knelt before Hansel, that cock bobbing right before the blonde futa's lips. “Pound her.”
“Yes, yes, yes,” gasped Gretel, her hips pumping away so hard, ramming the dildo in and out of Hansel's cunt. “Ooh, you just love it, don't you, slut?”
“I do, sweet sister,” gasped Hansel. “Please, please, keep fucking my pussy. I'm going to cum so hard.”
“Yes!” Gretel gasped, her voice twisted with pleasure. “Oh, you are moaning and humping back into me. It pushes the dildo into my clit. Mmm, yes. Such a good little futa-whore.”
Hansel moaned, feeling so glad she pleased her sister. Even if she'd rather ram her cock into Gretel's pussy. But they were having sex, they were loving each other, even if Gretel didn't sound so loving.
The futa pumped her hips back, bucking into her little sister's thrusts. Her cock and breasts swayed before her, nipples screaming in agony. The pain washed through her body, ending at her pussy. The hot snatch clenched harder on the leather dick invading her over and over, increasing the pressure in her ovaries.
“I love you so much, sweet sister,” Hansel moaned. “Ooh, just pound me.”
“Futa-whores don't love,” Mistress groaned and then she rammed her cock into Hansel's mouth.
Hansel gasped as the futa's dick filled her mouth. Mistress gripped her braid, holding it tight as she fucked her hips forward, ramming her girl-cock in and out of Hansel's mouth. Her pussy clenched down on the leather cock.
“What are you doing?” Gretel gasped. “She's mine!”
“Are you feeling jealous? Don't tell me you love the futa-whore.”
“Well...” Gretel sounded confused.
“Futa-whores are for fucking, not for loving. Their mouths are for sucking girl-cocks and licking pussies. Right?”
“Well...”
“Mmm, so just fuck her. Listen to her moan. She needs this. This is what the little futa-whore craves. Give it to her. She'll be so beautiful, preserved forever in rapture and pain. Just the way she loves it.”
“She does love pain and rapture,” Gretel mumbled.
Hansel squirmed, her heart thudding. Something's wrong with Gretel.
And then Gretel drew back her hips and rammed her dildo back into Hansel's pussy. The futa moaned around Mistress's girl-dick, pleasure rushing out of her cunt, meeting the pain from her nipples. A strange exhilaration washed through her from the collar about her neck. The urge to suck and love the girl-cock in her mouth swelled.
She sucked, her tongue swirling about it as she rocked her hips, bucking back into Gretel's thrusts. The dildo churned up her pussy. Juices flooded down her thighs, her excitement building, spurred by the cock fucking her mouth, the dildo ramming into her cunt and the throbbing in her nipples.
“Oh, yes, she's sucking so hard,” Mistress moaned. “See, the futa-whore loves it. This is what she is. A fuck-toy. Not a person to love.”
“Yes,” Gretel moaned, pounding harder and harder. “Oh, I'm going to cum from fucking her.”
“Good,” hissed Mistress. “Let's cum together. Let's use the little futa-whore for our pleasure. Let's degrade her!”
“Yes, yes, yes,” gasped Gretel, her hips pumping faster and faster, all traces of love lost from her voice.
Hansel whimpered. She wanted to cry out, but had a futa-dick in her mouth. Her orgasm swelled through her. She couldn't help it. Everything made her feel so good, the pain enhancing the strength of the pleasure burning in her pussy.
She sucked and worshiped Mistress's cock. Hansel savored the salty precum filling her mouth, a preview for the salty flood to come. She remembered eating her own jizz out of Gretel's pussy yesterday and how much she loved how that tasted.
“Yes, so eager for my futa-cum, you nasty whore,” groaned Mistress.
The words sent shame rippling through Hansel. Her hot pussy clenched harder on
Gretel's dildo. The fake cock stirred up her depths. Her cock ached more and more, the pressure building and building in her depths.
“Make her cum with that slutty mouth, my futa-whore,” groaned Gretel. “I own you. You'll please her. You'll drink down all her cum and love it!”
Gretel rammed her leather cock into Hansel.
The futa came.
She moaned her rapture around Mistress's cock. Her pussy spasmed about the leather dildo thrusting in and out of her cunt. Cum fired from her futa-dick, splattering the floor. Her breasts heaved, the clothespins pulling on her nipples, sending agony slamming into the rapture rushing out of her cunt and firing from her cock.
Stars danced before her eyes. Ecstasy drowned her mind.
“Yes, yes, yes, you nasty futa-whore,” hissed Gretel. “Oh, you're cumming. You love it. Yes!”
The sounds of her sister's orgasm caressed Hansel's ears. Joy bubbled through her climax. She made Gretel cum. She moaned about Mistress's cock, the sensations swirling through her brain, setting her adrift in a sea of rapture.
Hot cum flooded her mouth.
“Drink my jizz, you nasty hussy! You disgusting slut, just drink it all down. Mmm, you're a little lesbian-futa, aren't you? Just love another's girl-jizz. Oh, yes, you do.”
“You are so nasty, futa-whore!” Gretel moaned and slapped Hansel's ass.
Ecstasy consumed her mind as she came again, more cum firing out of her futa-dick. Her pussy writhed and spasmed about the thrusting leather dildo. Her arms collapsed. She fell to the floor, both real and fake cocks popping out of her holes.
She mewled, dazed. Her body heaved. She couldn't move. She drifted along a sea of rapture, dimly aware of Gretel clipping a leash to her collar. Her mind drowned in ecstasy. She smiled, loving every moment of the buzzing bliss dying in her body.
“Come on, futa-whore,” Gretel said, shaking the leash. “Move that slut ass.”
Hansel didn't fight as Gretel led her by a leash to a kennel. Once again, Hansel crawled like a bitch, her big breasts swaying. She hardly felt the pain throbbing her nipples. She reached the kennel, sized for a dog so barely large enough for her curvy body.
She backed inside the cage, straw covering the floor. She collapsed on her side, squirming, her nipples throbbing, and kept drifting on the rapture. The pain, the pleasure, had sent her to dizzying heights that she didn't know she could experience.
Then her stomach clenched, pleasure banishing away, as Mistress approached Gretel.
* * *
Part of Gretel felt strange as she locked the kennel, trapping her futa-whore in there. Why am I locking her in a cage? I should be cuddling with her. She made me cum so hard. I should kiss her and love her.
“Now wasn't that fun?” Mistress asked, turning Gretel so she faced the older futa.
“It was,” Gretel purred. “We really used the little slut.”
Why am I talking like this?
Mistress stroked her cheek, a sensual touch that made Gretel shiver. She knew she shouldn't like this. I love Hansel. As that thought flitted through her mind, Mistress's words rose, reminding her that you never loved a futa-whore.
Gretel didn't fight as Mistress kissed her on the mouth. She closed her eyes, surrendering to the older futa's passion. The futa's dick rubbed against her belly, so hard and thick. Her pussy ached to be filled.
Gretel broke the kiss. “I need a cock in me. Let me get Hansel out. Her dick can satiate me.”
“Wouldn't it be more fun,” Mistress asked, pulling Gretel away from the cave, “to have the little futa-whore lick your pussy clean of my cum?”
“Gretel?” the slurred words of Hansel asked from the cage. “Gretel, what are you doing?”
“Fucking Mistress's glorious cock,” Gretel heard herself say. She reached the bed with Mistress. Her body trembled, her pussy on fire to be filled by that dick. “I need a cock in me.”
“You need to be made love to,” Mistress purred, fingers loosening the harness. The strap-on slid down Gretel's thighs. “I'm going to give you such tender rapture, my dear child.”
“Yes, Mistress,” Gretel moaned.
“But...” Hansel shivered in the cage, rattling the metal. “Don't you love me, Gretel? Why would you make love to Mistress and not me?”
“Because you don't love futa-whores,” Gretel said, the words sounding slurred from her lips. Her mind foggy.
Don't I love...Hansel?
But Gretel didn't fight as Mistress lowered her to the bed. The blonde girl's thighs spread, revealing her juicy, barely legal pussy to the older futa, dripping with excitement. Mistress leaned over her, leather creaking as she guided her girl-dick to Gretel's dripping pussy.
“Sweet sister?” Hansel whimpered.
Mistress kissed Gretel. She surrendered into it, her hands grabbing another futa's cock and guiding it to her pussy. She couldn't stop it. Her passions gripped her like a spell's enchantment, propelling her into this act.
Into betraying her heart.
Gretel whimpered as Mistress's futa-cock filled her pussy.
To be continued...
Futa's Wicked Spell
Futa Hansel and Gretel 3
(A Fairy Tale of The World of Futas)
by
Reed James
Futa's Wicked Spell
Mistress's cock slid into Gretel's pussy. The eighteen-year-old girl trembled, her petite body shivering and her small breasts jiggling. Despite the pleasure flooding through her snatch at the futa's big dick sliding into her depths, something felt...off.
A fog clouded her mind. It had grown stronger and stronger ever since Gretel and her futa-stepsister Hansel entered Mistress's house, meeting the strange futa. Mistress stood tall, dark haired, and naked despite the black, thigh-high leather boots and matching corset she wore. Her round breasts jiggled over Gretel, the corset merely cupping them into two mounds instead of covering them.
What is going on? a part of Gretel wondered.
After being lost in the woods with her futa-stepsister, they'd found this cottage this morning. Hope filled them. But it was an unusual home, lying in the depths of the dark forest, surrounded by statues of naked, young futas, many of them bound or in poses of submission, their faces twisted in a combination of pain and pleasure.
The sight had aroused Gretel. She pictured her futa-stepsister in similar poses, Hansel's round face burning with agony and rapture, her large breasts heaving. The young girl wanted to do that to her older futa-sister, her lover.
You can't love a futa-whore, echoed through Gretel's mind as Mistress drew back her cock through the girl's hot pussy, pleasure tingling through her.
Gretel's eyes turned, glancing at the dog kennel she'd put Hansel in. The little futa-whore crouched in there, her blue eyes wide, her face pale with shock, hurt, betrayal. Gretel whipped her head away, staring up at the beautiful, older Mistress, her pussy clenching as the futa-cock rammed back into her depths.
“Don't pay the little futa-whore any mind,” groaned Mistress, leaning down, pressing her round breasts into Gretel's small tits. “She's just a slut. And you don't love sluts.”
“No,” Gretel moaned even as part of her rebelled against Mistress's words. I do love Hansel! Right? Yesterday we finally made love. I took charge and seduced her, and it was amazing.
But so was Mistress's cock pumping in and out of Gretel's pussy, making the blonde girl groan, her pigtail spread out on the soft bed, her hips undulating, meeting Mistress's thrusts. Whimpers of delight escaped the eighteen-year-old girl's mouth. The friction burned in her cunt. The futa-cock pumped in and out of her, stirring up her passions.
Rapture and pleasure shivered through her. As Mistress claimed her lips, Gretel's love vanished in a wave of passionate heat. The futa-whore whimpers and protests only made Gretel hotter. She humped her hips, eager for Mistress's cum to spill into her pussy.
She was strong, like Mistress. She wasn't weak like the little futa-whore in the kennel. A real futa wou
ld have seduced me! A real futa would have stood up to our step-mother instead of letting that bitch drive us from our home!
Gretel's arms wrapped about Mistress's body. She humped her hips hard, her fingernails clawing at the futa's firm ass. Mistress moaned into their kiss, her strokes growing faster, ramming her girl-dick into the wet depths of Gretel's cunt. Pleasure sparked between them, the girl's clit grinding against the older futa's pubic bone.
Her pussy clenched down on the shaft filling her every time.
Mistress broke the kiss, staring into Gretel's blue eyes. “That's it,” moaned the futa. “Mmm, yes, forget about that little futa-whore and love me. Oh, the fun we shall have. We shall preserve all the futa-whores' beauty, won't we? Their passions. Their pain. Their submission. Treasured forever!”
Gretel didn't understand. She didn't care. She just needed the pleasure of the futa's cock pumping in and out of her pussy. “Yes!” she groaned. “Teach me how to make them my whores! To dominate!”
“Mmm, you've already done such a good job on the futa-whore,” groaned Mistress. “But we'll play more once I've filled you with my jizz.”
“She'll lick me clean like a good whore!” Gretel moaned, her thighs tightening about the futa's hips.
“She will,” purred Mistress. “Such a pretty child. We're going to have so much fun!”
Gretel gasped, the futa's cock ramming hard into her depths. The plunging shaft stirred up her boiling cunt to a froth. She dug her fingers into the futa's ass, pulling, wanting that girl-dick to make her explode.
The friction swelled the pressure in her depths. Her pussy grew hotter and hotter. Her hips moved, the bed creaking. Her small nipples rubbed into the round breasts of the futa, brushing hard nipples. Delight rippled through her body. She gasped out her moans, letting them sing through the cottage, unable to hear Hansel's pleas.
The rapture burned too hot through her for that.
“Oh, Goddess in Heaven,” moaned Gretel. “Oh, yes, just keep fucking me. I'm going to cum so hard on your cock.”
