Futa Hansel and Gretel collection

by Reed James

“And you love cumming, don't you, my pretty child?” groaned Mistress, her voice throaty with pleasure. “Your cunt's so hot on my dick.”

  “I love cumming!” gasped Gretel. “It's the best.”

  “Yes, pleasure is so much more satisfying than love! Never flee from your pleasures! Seize them!”

  “Yes!” Gretel gasped, bucking hard into Mistress's thrusts. The girl ground her clit into the futa's pubic bone, the pleasure sparking through her body. “I will!”

  Her orgasm exploded through her body. She bucked and trembled. Her eyes rolled back into her head. She let out gasps and pants, her pussy spasming so hard. She milked the futa's thrusting dick with her passion. It spilled through her, leaving her gasping and moaning.

  “Oh, yes,” groaned the futa. “Just so eager for my cum. To make the little futa-whore eat it out of your snatch!”

  “Yes!” howled Gretel. “Goddess in Heaven, I am. I want it so badly!”

  The rapture washed in powerful waves through her body. She drank it in, her mind a fogged with pleasure. She felt enchanted, like Mistress had cast a spell on her, delivering her such ecstasy. Her pussy spasmed, her moans sang through the cottage.

  Stars danced before her eyes.

  And in the midst of her rapture, a tiniest bit of guilt twinged. Hansel's cock should be in me, a part of her mind whispered. But the pleasure roaring out of her spasming cunt drowned out that voice. Her love wholly forgotten amid ecstasy.

  “The futa-whore's going to lick me clean!” screamed Gretel.

  * * *

  Hansel's nipples throbbed, the clothespins pinching her fat nubs. She whimpered, her stomach roiling from listening to her step-sister, the girl she loved with all her heart, giving herself to Mistress. Tears ran down Hansel's cheeks, her curvy body trembling.

  “Gretel! I love you! Have you forgotten that?”

  It didn't make any sense to the futa. She and her step-sister had shared something profound yesterday. Their affection for each other, kept hidden because they were sisters even if they weren't related by blood, swelled. They both knew the laws of Goddess and humans condemned their forbidden love. They grew up together. Shared a bond that their taboo passion had transgressed.

  And neither cared about being step-sisters. They loved each other too much to let morality prevent their passion. They fled into the woods to escape their step-mother together. But they became lost. They huddled in the dark. Hansel held her little sister through the night, clinging to her, drawing comfort from Gretel's presence.

  And she took comfort from mine.

  And then they walked into this place and everything changed. Mistress had done something. Hansel could feel it burning in the collar Gretel had placed on her neck at the older futa's command.

  Realization hit Hansel. “She's a witch, Gretel! A witch!”

  A fear twinged through Hansel's stomach, fighting with the sickness at watching the girl she loved fuck another futa. Those statues outside, futas captured in such lifelike detail of pain and passion, worried her. The same pain and passion Hansel had tasted as Gretel fucked her with the strap-on dildo, her big tits swaying, the clothespins pinching her nipples.

  “She's a witch, Gretel! You have to break free!”

  But her step-sister didn't. She just kept moaning, begging for the futa to cum in her. When Gretel's orgasm hit her, Hansel closed her eyes, clamping her hands over her head. She couldn't bear to hear Gretel make those sounds for another.

  Hansel's shoulders shook. More tears poured down her cheeks. Her breasts swayed, pain flaring as the clothespins pulled on her nipples. But even with her hands clamped over her ears, she could still hear Gretel's passion.

  “She's a witch!”

  But Gretel couldn't hear her. Not caught up in ecstasy. Hansel felt so weak, so tiny. She was never strong, not the way a futa should be. Gretel was. She had the courage to go into the woods to try to find their futa-mother before their step-mother could. It was Gretel who took the steps in expanding their relationship, crossing that taboo step that Hansel feared.

  Hansel sobbed and sobbed, so weak. She was a futa-whore. She couldn't help the excitement it gave her when Gretel gave her commands, even hurt her. Hansel's body drank in the pain and the pleasure, mixing them into rapture.

  “Listen to her pathetic sobbing,” sneered Mistress. “How could you ever think you loved something as weak as her?”

  “I know,” Gretel said. “Stop that crying, little slut. It's time to play.”

  Hansel sniffled, lifting her eyes. Gretel and Mistress stood before the cage, the black-haired futa's cock dripping with Gretel's juices. Cum ran down the blonde girl's thighs, matting her golden pubic hair. Hansel stared up her sister's body, flushed from being fucked, her pigtails swaying about her disgusted face.

  Hansel stopped crying. “Yes, sweet sister,” she whispered, unable to help herself. She just had to obey Gretel. I still love you. Even if the witch made you forget. “She's a—”

  “Quiet, futa-whore!” Gretel snapped. “I didn't give you permission to speak.”

  “That's good, pretty child,” Mistress purred. “Now pull her out of the kennel and bind her wrists.”

  Hansel blinked then realized Gretel held a pair of iron manacles in her hands, connected by a pitted chain. Her sister bent down, small tits jiggling, and unlocked the kennel. Gretel's hand shot in, grasping Hansel's blonde braid and yanked.

  The futa crawled out of the cage onto the rush-strewn floor of the cottage. Gretel walked behind Hansel and seized her wrists. The futa didn't fight as her little sister clamped the irons about her, binding her arms behind her.

  “Now kneel like the bitch you are,” Gretel purred, Mistress nodding in approval.

  “Yes, sweet sister,” Hansel said, hating herself for obeying. Why am I so weak? Because I love her? Because it makes me happy to serve her. Even now.

  “You are going to lick Mistress's cum out of my cunt, futa-whore,” Gretel said. Her smile grew wicked. “And she's going to fuck that slutty ass of yours. Break in your bowels. It's going to hurt. And you're going to love it. Right?”

  “But... Only you should touch me, sweet sister. You were so angry when our step-mo—”

  Gretel's hand slapped Hansel hard. Pain flared along her cheek, her head snapping to the left. “Did I tell you to speak?” demanded Gretel. “Huh, futa-whore?”

  “No, sweet sister.” Tears fell down Hansel's cheeks even as her pussy grew hotter, her dick throbbing harder. Pain pulsed from her nipples, her big tits heaving and swaying. “It's just...you hated our step-mother fucking me and...”

  Hansel cringed as Gretel raised her hand again.

  “That's good,” Mistress said. “You are doing so well, pretty child. Now let's dominate her and give her such pain and pleasure. Then we can preserve her.”

  Flashes of being a statue, joining the others outside the cottage, jolted through Hansel. “No, Gretel, she's going—”

  Her words cut off, Gretel pulling on Hansel's braid and forcing the futa's face between the girl's slender thighs. Hansel's face pressed into her little sister's cum-filled pussy. The salty flavor, mixed with her sister's sweet cream, coated Hansel's lips.

  “I said eat me while Mistress fucks your ass!” hissed Gretel. “Your mouth is for licking pussy and sucking cock, not for talking!”

  Hansel obeyed her sweet sister. She licked through hot folds, gathering the futa-jizz mixed with her sister's cream. The salty, sweet treat coated her tongue. She hated how much it made her pussy and cock ache. She...liked being forced to do this by her sister. She only wished it were her own cum, not another futa's, she ate.

  But she didn't let that stop her from pleasuring her sister. Hansel realized this might be her last time before the evil witch cursed her into a statue. The last time to love her little sister. Tears burned in her eyes as she put her all into tonguing and licking and pleasing.

  “Yes,” Gretel moaned, her voice throaty with pleasure. “Mmm, that's it. Put that tongu
e to use, little slut. Oh, yes. Eat me!”

  “Yes, yes, keep degrading her. Keep treating her like a whore,” Mistress moaned, kneeling behind Hansel. “Use her for your pleasure, Gretel. Don't care about her at all.”

  Hansel felt a tingle in the air. Magic. She gazed up at her little sister, putting all the love into her blue eyes as she licked and nibbled. Her body swayed, nipples throbbing as the clothespins pulled on them. Her chains rattled, the iron manacles biting into her wrists. She pulled at them, wanting to grasp her sister's body, to please Gretel.

  Gretel glanced down, meeting Hansel's eyes. For a moment, something more than lust stirred in the young girl's blue eyes. Then she ripped her gaze away and hissed out pleasure, grinding her hot, cum-filled cunt across Hansel's mouth.

  “Eat out all of Mistress's cum while she pounds that slutty ass!” growled Gretel. “You're going to cum so hard on her girl-dick. Mmm, yes, you are!”

  “She is,” Mistress promised, her futa-dick pressing between the cheeks of Hansel's asshole, wet with Gretel's pussy juices.

  Even though she hated the witch, Hansel yearned for her cock. Gretel wanted this. And she would please her sister no matter what. She didn't fight at all. She groaned into her sister's pussy as the futa-dick found her sphincter, rubbing on it, sending wicked tingles through her body.

  Mistress thrust.

  Pain and pleasure burned in Hansel's virgin asshole. The futa's big cock rammed into Hansel's bowels. Her own dick throbbed, her pussy clenching in envy as the girl-dick buried home into her virgin bowels. The rough pleasure hurt. And that hurt felt good.

  She moaned her rapture into Gretel's pussy, licking so hard as the futa-witch drew back her cock and rammed it in again. Her crotch smacked into Hansel's butt, flesh cracking, making Hansel wince. Her ass still burned from the whipping Gretel gave her earlier.

  The pain felt amazing.

  “Yes, yes, yes, you love it,” groaned Gretel. “Don't you, my futa-whore?”

  “I do, sweet sister,” Hansel gasped back between licks. “But she's evil and—”

  Gretel yanked hard on Hansel's braid, forcing the futa's mouth back into the girl's pussy. “Don't stop licking me. Make me cum. That tongue is for licking my cunt, not for making words.”

  Hansel shuddered, more tears falling down her cheeks. She kept gazing up with her love as she dug her tongue through her sister's taboo cunt. She licked and lapped, brushing Gretel's clit. The futa probed into the girl's depths, swirling through the hot sheath she deflowered yesterday, loving the taste, searching for more salty cum.

  She found it, drawing it out in to her mouth, her bowels clenching on Mistress's plunging dick. She swallowed cum and pussy juices, the combination warming her belly with humiliating shame. She shouldn't enjoy this. Being fucked by the futa, licking Mistress's cum from her own sister's pussy. Only my cum should be in Gretel.

  “Oh, her ass is so tight,” groaned Mistress. “Mmm, she's such a futa-whore. Taking my dick. Listen to her moans and whimpers.”

  “She loves it!” Gretel hissed. Her eyes snapped down, meeting Hansel's again.

  She held the gaze longer this time. Her face softened, a smile curling the corners of her lips. She ground her pussy harder on Hansel's mouth, pigtails swaying. Then Gretel let out a snarl and jerked her gaze away.

  “Just a futa-whore!” she moaned. “Fuck her ass so hard, Mistress! Flood her bowels! Give that little slattern what she craves.”

  “I am,” groaned Mistress, ramming her cock so hard into Hansel's bowels.

  Hot pleasure mixed with the pain throbbing through Hansel's asshole. The heat reached her pussy. Juices poured down her thighs while her dick throbbed and trembled. The force of Mistress's strokes shook the blonde futa's body, her large tits jiggling and bouncing, the clothespins pulling on her nipples.

  Adding more agony to the rapture growing in her.

  She moaned her bliss and pain into her sister's pussy. She clenched her bowels down on Mistress's plunging cock, increasing the friction. It hurt so wonderfully. She shivered, her ovaries tightening, her orgasm building and building in her.

  Unable to find more cum, she latched her mouth onto her sister's clit, sucking as hard as she could.

  Gretel's eyes shot down once more, locking on Hansel's. “My dearest futa-sister!” Gretel moaned, the love returning to her eyes. “Yes, yes, yes!”

  Then she came.

  Her head snapped back, blonde pigtails flying. Sweet cream flooded out of her cunt. It poured down Hansel's chin. With greedy hunger, the futa devoured the ambrosia. She drank her sister's passion, her pussy clenching so hard, her own orgasm on the verge of detonating.

  “You nasty futa-whore!” Gretel shouted, the love wholly gone from her voice. “Ooh, yes, that's how you please your sweet sister!”

  “Yes!” growled Mistress. Her hands shot around Hansel's body. The witch seized the clothespins, twisted.

  Agony flared through Hansel's body. Her back arched, rubbing into Mistress's round breasts. Her bowels squeezed down with all her force on the futa's plunging cock. It hurt so badly as Mistress rammed her girl-dick into Hansel's depths.

  The pain from her nipples, from her asshole, met the pleasure burning in her bowels. The dual sensations swirled about each other. So contradictory that they built into something amazing. Something that had Hansel's screaming into Gretel's spasming cunt.

  Hansel exploded.

  Every part of her body erupted in rapture. It consumed her. As her cock spurted cum across the rush-strewn floor and her bowels spasmed about Mistress's plunging dick, ecstasy devoured her body. Her vision fuzzed into darkness. New stars of euphoria birthed across her vision.

  “That's it, you little futa-whore!” hissed Mistress, pulling so hard on the clothespins, abusing Hansel's nipples.

  Agony and rapture. Hansel loved them both. She savored them, her dick pulsing cum. Her mind drowned, lost to all thoughts. The collar about her throat constricted. Magic flooded through her body, freezing her muscles in the throws of pain and pleasure.

  No! Fear shot through her rapture as the spell began its work.

  “Yes!” Mistress howled. “She's ready! It's happening.”

  Futa-cum fired into Hansel's asshole. It splashed into her bowels as Mistress shuddered, holding Hansel as the enchantment settled deeper into her, starting with her bones and joints. She couldn't move at all.

  Gretel stumbled back, gasping for breath. “Look at her. She's beautiful.”

  “And she will stay this way forever,” Mistress promised, ripping out her cock and shoving something into Hansel's asshole, made of polished stone, like a conical dildo. It plugged up her butt, trapping in the cum.

  Tears fell down Hansel's cheeks as she stared at Gretel. The futa couldn't move. All she could do was show her little sister her love one final time.

  * * *

  Gretel trembled, her body buzzing from the strength of her orgasm. She shivered, juices dribbling down her thighs. It had been so hot to dominate her futa-stepsister. She smiled, staring at the look of pain and rapture on Hansel's face.

  “Just beautiful,” Gretel said again. “Especially with the tears.”

  “Oh, yes,” Mistress said, rearing. “The butt plug was inserted just in time. Look at her. Watch her be preserved. Every day, you will see her looking like this, cock hard, breasts heaving, nipples abused. Look at that pain on her face. That ecstasy. She's in heaven. Forever.”

  Gretel did. Then she frowned. The blue eyes showed something else. Fear, desperation, begging. Love.

  Those eyes slapped Gretel. The fog in her mind billowed like those eyes had summoned a powerful wind to stir them. The girl shook her head, her heart suddenly aching. She clutched her breasts, taking a step back.

  “There, the process is begun,” Mistress said. “Look at her feet. Already turning to stone.”

  Gretel hauled her eyes from Hansel's face to stare at her futa-sister's feet. The toes turned gray, the stony color of granite movin
g up the futa's feet. A part of Gretel rejoiced. Her futa-whore would be preserved forever. Always beautiful, always trapped in pain and ecstasy.

  “No,” Gretel whimpered, it bubbled out of her lips. Those blue eyes stared at her with such desperate hope. Their souls spoke without words. “She loves me.”

  “I know,” Mistress purred ,her hands stroking her futa-dick, pumping her hands up and down it. “Ooh, yes, it was so satisfying twisting her love. She was so easy to mold. Already submissive for you, pretty girl. Mmm, you shall have more fun with the next futa, breaking her into your slave.”

  Gretel backed away, her heart racing. She's a witch.

  She's teaching you amazing things. Imagine breaking a strong futa, not someone pathetic like Hansel.

  Hansel's not pathetic! “I love her.”

  Mistress didn't hear her, still talking, “Ooh, yes, a nice, strong futa. Like that futa-stepmother of yours. The woodswoman. She would be so much fun to break. I've seen her cutting trees, so strong. She ignores my house, but if I had her step-daughter... Won't that be fun, pretty child?”

  “Yes,” croaked from Gretel's voice, the fog strangling at her thoughts, trying to smother her love. The girl shivered, realizing magic gripped her. So she kept staring at Hansel's blue eyes, remembering what was important.

  I love her!

  Her rear bumped into the table. It creaked. Her hands shot backward to steady herself, the right brushing the hilt of the knife she used to cut the loaf of bread when she first arrived. She felt it in her hand.

  She had to save her futa-sister. Already the stone reached Hansel's thighs, devouring more and more of her pink flesh, leaving it dead, lifeless.

  The knife rasped on the table.

  “Oh, pretty girl, the fun we shall have. We're going to—”

  Gretel buried the knife in the futa-witch's back with a vicious shriek. “I love her!”

  The witch gasped, her back arching. She twisted around, her eyes fixing on Gretel in shock. “No, no, you're my...”

  “I'm not your pretty girl!” Gretel shouted. “And Hansel isn't a futa-whore! She's my dear futa-sister!”

  The witch's hands fumbled behind her, struggling to reach the knife buried in her back. Gretel darted past her, acting on instinct, and reached Hansel. She tore at the collar, the symbol of being a futa-whore, and ripped off.