Hansels Battle to Save Gretel Ch. 01

I am starting a new series that will be six or eight Modern Erotic Fairy Tales. several have already been written and I am sure you can figure out which ones.

This is basically an erotic love story and of course all characters are over 21. It will definitely not start out as a love story, but it will get there. The Series contains BDSM, demons, bondage, exhibitionism, and lots of kinky sex. If you don't like these things then this story may not be for you. Please vote often (fives are most welcome) and of course please leave constructive comments.

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Hansel's Battle to Save Gretal

A Modern Erotic Fairy Tale

Chapter 1

STOP, STOP, STOP, Gretal yelled, and Hansel slammed on the brakes. As the car slid to a stop, Gretal jumped out of the car and rushed into traffic waving her arms with the traffic obediently began diving for the curb and slamming on their brakes trying to avoid the crazy woman in the street.

No one knew what was going on only that a gorgeous young woman dressed in a slinky skin-tight and skin-revealing dance outfit was standing in traffic motioning are of them to a stop. Everyone watched this gorgeous woman flagging them down, but now one knew what was happening. Still, when a beautiful woman flags you down, you stop. When everyone stopped, she scooped to pick up a baby turtle and carried it across the road.

Then she waved happily at everyone, and the cars began to move again. Most of the drivers gave her a quizzical look and some gave her an angry look as they drove off. She ignored all of them as she sashayed back to the car. Several people also stared at her delicious figure as she wiggled her way back to the car.

Hansel shook his head, that was Gretal in a nutshell. Gorgeous, sexy, innocent and kind to a fault. She was the most awesome inspiring woman he had ever seen, and they had been friends for ten years. As much as he wanted there to be, nothing beyond friendship ever truly happened, even though he wanted much more. But the nothing that happened was all his doing.

They met on a school bus when he was a senior in high school, and she was in middle school. He had been new to this school, and she had been here all her life. She walked onto the bus as if she owned it and sat next to him. Every eye followed her, and Hansel was awestruck with this stunningly beautiful girl that came over and sat next to him.

They began talking and immediately they were friends. She did most of the talking and she sat next to him because he had a new face she didn't know. It was obvious to him that she wanted him to ask her out and he liked her very much, but she was in middle school, and he was going to graduate high school this year. He had to admit she was so beautiful he was tempted to ask her out.

If he had been a bad boy he would have taken advantage of the situation, but even as gorgeous as she was, she was so very young. While he was attracted to her and liked her, she was still a girl, so he never asked her out. During the year they grew closer, and he helped her with math, science and anything else she needed. Being the new guy in school he loved having this gorgeous girl sidling up to him.

As the year went on the friendship grew but she was mad that he didn't ask her out. After graduation they never saw each other over the summer, but when the new school year began, she showed up at his house for help with math and science. He stayed at home and went to the University of Texas in Austin where they lived. That year he was her mentor and helped her in school.

Over the previous summer she blossomed into a stunningly beautiful woman. She grew an awesome set of breasts that really highlighted her athletic body. She became a cheerleader and one of the most popular girls in school. She no longer seemed to want him to ask her out and she looked at him like he was her big brother and protector. He also felt like her protector, but as much as he hated to admit it, he was in love with her.

Hansel kicked himself for never asking her out, but he was raised to protective and respectful of women. As they got older the age difference did not make a difference, but he had already screwed up. So, he was content to have her as a close friend and have this beautiful girl by his side a lot of the time.

He had been attracted to her in the beginning, but now he was kicking himself for not grabbing her when he could. Now he felt like it was too late, but they were still close, and he really did love her. As a cheerleader all the jocks and bad boys wanted her as a notch on their belt, they didn't care for her, but damn she felt good. She was always going out with someone new but if they got to go forward, she called Hansel to come save her. But now she had a taste of the school's bad boys, and she liked the attention.

In his senior year of university, he went to a party and after several drinks he saw a stunningly gorgeous woman surrounded by a group of jocks. When she turned around, low and behold it was Gretal, all made up in a slinky, painted on dress. He knew she was now a senior in high school, but he never expected to see her at a university mixer and certainly not dolled up like that.

His mouth fell open and he unabashedly stared at her. When she caught his eye, she winked at him and gave him an impish smile, shimmied her hips, wiggled her now bountiful and barely concealed breasts, then went back to her group of suitors. Hansel had been about to leave, but his role as her protector was still in place, so he stayed to make sure no one took advantage of her.

From that moment on Gretal would call him to be her protector and wing man whenever she got all dolled up and went partying or dancing. She was now a senior at the university and Hansel was working in an engineering firm, but the connection they started eight years ago was still firmly in place. Hansel always made her feel safe and as much as she enjoyed being the center of attention and the wildlife in the clubs, she was still an innocent virgin.

She truly knew the boys were really after only one thing, they wanted to fuck her, but she wasn't ready for that. The only real man she loved was Hansel, but he was a nerd, and she needed a hunky man to tame her. That is where they were going to one of the hottest dance clubs in town and Hansel knew that she would cause a stir in that barely there dress.

When she got back into the car Hansel asked, "What were you thinking, jumping into the middle of traffic. You could have been killed."

She smiled an impish smile, kissed him on the cheek and added, " I knew what I was doing, I stop traffic all the time, besides my big brother was here to protect me."

Hansel couldn't help but smile. His heart had been captured long ago by her and his job was to keep her safe, despite her indulgent wild streak. He looked over at her self-satisfied grin and knew that she felt great about saving the turtle. He put the car in gear and resumed his drive to the dance club.

She had bought a new clubbing outfit that revealed a LOT of skin and the skin that was covered, was covered so tightly it looked painted on it. From the moment she entered the club, she felt hungry eyes caressing her toned form and her sexual core once again flamed on, aching to be watched or with the right guy, even touched or fondled. That is why she became a cheerleader. Her entire life she wanted men to lust after her, she wanted to make them hard, panting and desperate to have her. But no one could actually have her until she was ready, she was a teaser of the first order.

Her new outfit consisted of a tiny crop top with a single string holding the top together. The top barely covered the nipples of her breasts, leaving the rest of her plump breasts gloriously nude. The top had suspenders attached to a tight microscopic micro mini skirt that seemed to be painted on. The skirt almost covered her ass cheeks leaving tantalizing glimpses of ass cheeks and so low slung her thong peeked out the top and bottom. For all practical purposes, she was naked with just a few scraps of cloth covering what she needed to be legally covered.

While her body was a wet dream come true most men never made it to her graceful, beautiful and photographic face. She was five foot four, slim, petite and gorgeous. Her full gravity defying breasts led to a long, regal and gorgeously defined neck. Her face was defined by a soft oval with sharp angles including high prominent cheekbones, a wide mouth with her chin, the perfect foil for her face. However, it was her wild, sensual blue eyes that captured everyone that looked at her. When her eyes found anyone, they felt their groin tighten and they knew the promise of erotic bliss was hidden in her eyes.

She spent most of her time on the dance floor showing off and there were three guys ogling her and vying for her attention. Occasionally she would look over at Hansel sitting in a corner booth. She was having a great time in an outfit even skimpier than her cheerleader outfit. She wondered what Hansel thought of her displaying her body the way she did. She could see his eyes following her every move and the glowers he sent to men trying to pick her up.

She glanced down at her tiny waist and rippling stomach muscles and smiled at her bits of perspiration glistening in the strobe lights. She knew the lights sparkling off her skin only added to her allure and that is why she had sprinkled small bits of glitter on her taut torso and legs. She threw her arms over her head and began to twist and throw her hips side to side and watched all the men's eyes swivel to watch her.

Gretal knew her body was incredible because she worked hard every day to sculpt her figure into the taut, fit, sexy form she knew men and women drooled over. However, there were some things that body sculpting could not help and that was where plastic surgeons came in. Her D-cup breasts were one of those situations and her new figure was perfect for allowing her to model lingerie, swimsuits, and glamour. She loved modeling but was not ready yet to model full-time.

She loved modeling, the thought of millions of guys ogling her photos made her tingle all over. She loved showing off as much as she could, skimpy lingerie or tiny bikinis were the norm, but she really loved artistic glamour photo shoots. Showing the body she worked so hard to create gave her a thrill as she thought of men drooling over her photos and maybe even masturbating over them. The only thing better was the immediate feedback she got dancing in the clubs, seeing the lust and desperate desire in the eyes of the men watching her which was a powerful aphrodisiac. They could never have her, but they could slobber all over the club or her photos wanting her.

When she was cheerleading or modeling every look or snap of the camera's shutter sent a tingle of bliss running through her body, God, she loved it and couldn't get enough. In most of her photos her figure would be revealed in sensual, alluring, and provocative ways, but her face always had a look of frantic yet innocent desire. She had mastered the come-hither look but had moved past that into an 'I want you now' look. These hot longing looks made her a popular model in any photo shoot she wanted to do.

Gretal had an incredibly voracious sex drive but was still a virgin when it came to having a man inside her. She used dildoes, vibrators and anything else that helped her find the euphoria she craved. After a night of clubbing, she would be so hot she would go home alone and use her toys, masturbate to countless orgasms until she fell asleep. Sometimes she even dreamed of Hansel slowly kissing, eating and then fucking her to countless orgasms. Usually when she woke up, she would still be horny and require a couple more climaxes, but her fantasies were of a man she had never seen.

The three men surrounding her, each hoping to have her in their bed today, tried touching her but were rebuffed each time. However, each attempted touch only made Gretal that much hotter. But just like in a strip-club, she teased, wiggled, slinked, and touched them. She loved rubbing their crotch and feeling their hardened desire, but they couldn't touch her. It was almost time to leave. Her nipples ached, her pussy was swimming in her juices, and her mind was swirling with sexual fantasies. She knew if she stayed much longer, she might be tempted to live out her dreamy desires.

She glanced over at Hansel, and he looked ready to go, as a matter of fact, he looked ready to fight the men trying to pick her up. She smiled knowing that he wanted her as much as any other man and she really did love him. But this body really needed a hunk to tame her and conquer her willful spirit.

As she danced, her eyes roved over all her admirers and when she saw the hunk in the leather vest her dance became a little more seductive. Gretal watched him watch her and her libido began to build into a fiery craving. All those eyes watching her were like caresses touching her skin, but the man in the tight leather pants was looking at her like she was his main course feast. She couldn't stop the way his hard eyes made her womb tremble in need.

He was the dreamiest hunk she had ever seen. Women were twirling around him like the men were circling around her. His eyes were on her, undressing her with a dominant gaze that made her tummy do flip-flops. She knew that if she stayed here, she might give in to his ferocious appetites to dominate her. Gretal began to back towards the booth with Hansel in it, scared that her cravings may well drive her to give in to him. She knew that this man was not to be trifled with or teased.

It was then that he began to walk over to her, leaving five women fuming and staring daggers at her. He was wearing a black leather vest with nothing underneath and his ripped body weaved a sexy masculine vibe. His six-pack abs lead to a massive chest with muscles layered on top of muscles. His chest was covered in a coating of blonde hair that partially hid some of his strong powerful physique. His arms were massive and larger than her thighs and he looked so strong she knew he could lift her with one arm and have whatever he wanted, including her.

He was wearing skin-tight black leather pants and boots that showed a massive masculine package between his thighs. His cock bulged down his thigh, with his legs being larger than her waist. She trembled in her dancing shoes, feeling like he was a magnet drawing her to him. He was massively strong, ripped and had a look on his face that told her he was used to getting whatever he wanted, but so was she.

A drink arrived and the waitress told her it was from the man in the tight leather pants. She looked over at him and he raised his glass in a toast. Normally she never accepted a drink from a stranger, but damn he was so hot and could have any woman in the club and he wanted her, so she gulped the drink and went back to dancing. Now her dancing was for him but the more wildly seductive her dance the harder and more demanding his eyes became. He was demanding more from her, and her scintillating body responded with gusto.

The aphrodisiac in the drink began to enhance her already on fire libido and soon her dancing rivaled the best exotic dancer anyone in the club had ever seen. Her swiveling hips drew every eye in the club while her breasts danced provocatively on her chest with only her scanty top barely covering her nipples.

Gretal's body glistened with bits of perspiration mixed with glitter as her dancing became more erotically raunchy and the fiery cravings inside her became more overwhelming. The muscles in her torso and belly bunched and knotted as her hips and breasts went opposite directions. Her eyes became cloudy with unrequited lust. With her audience, the stranger in the leather outfit and the unknown aphrodisiacs coursing through her veins she never remembered this being turned on. Gretal knew she had to leave, or her desires might devastate her and she glanced over at Hansel.

As the stranger ambled towards her, his eyes blazed with a brutal kind of desire, one that conquered her and for the first time she felt overwhelmed. Gretal had always had fantasies about being under control of a dominant man and for the first time she felt as if she had found one in front of her. His stern demanding stare let her know that he would not tolerate her leaving. She took a shuddering breath and stopped moving towards the booth, letting him catch up to her. Gretal affixed her haughtiest look to her face daring him to address her and he smiled a knowing smile.

He looked at this gorgeous piece of a woman and knew she needed taming. He would bet that she had never had a real man, well she was about to. The men vying for her attention parted and let him close to Gretal. When he stopped in front of her, his eyes slowly caressed up and down her barely covered shape and nodded his approval saying, "I love your outfit, and it shows off your spectacular figure in an exquisite display of femininity. By the way, my name is Dominic."

Gretal stood speechless as his eyes soaked in her beauty while figuratively stripping her naked. Her skin trembled as his eyes caressed down her body and she felt tingles from her toes to the scalp. His massive hands reached out to span her tiny waist, his hot hands caressing and dominating her silky skin. Unlike all the other men she wanted him, let him touch and caress her. His hands were hot sensual caresses leaving fiery passion in their wake as they spanned and held her tiny waist.

Gretal felt his hands separate and make a slow tortuous climb up her waist, over her prominent ribs that bulged in relief against her silky skin. His hands touched and slowly caressed up her ribs till they touched the outside of her breasts leaving her head spinning with a craving she had never known. No one had ever touched her like this. She had never allowed it with anyone, but she couldn't stop him, didn't know how to stop him and really didn't want to stop him.

His eyes pinned her to the floor, and she couldn't move. She tried to move or even brush his hands away, but her arms stayed limp by her side, with her hands gripping the bottom of her miniscule skirt. His eyes reached inside her, controlling her and bending her to his will. He licked his lips, and his hands roamed over her taut sensuous belly. Gretal felt the fire of his hands erotically roasting her skin and his eyes told her what she knew she really wanted, more.

With her eyes wide, she watched as his hand rose to her left breast with his fingers sliding underneath the cup of her crop top at the side of her breast. She felt his warm fingers pressing against her breast and she held her breath as his fingers sent blistering waves of erotic fire down her body. Her eyes began to fog over u=with lust as she watched his fingers slide underneath the tiny cloth covering her breast.

If it had been any other man, she would have slapped him and left in a huff, but something about this man commanded obedience and as she stood still, she didn't know what to do. His eyes locked onto hers and she couldn't turn away. She felt entranced, felt her heart beating wildly and her heavy breathing pushed more of her breast into his caressing fingers.

He began running his fingers slowly down the outside of the crop top stroking her sensitive breasts flesh as he pretended to slowly examine her top. His fingers were torturous erotic fire melting into her breast and filling her with a craving she couldn't deny. When his fingers slid under her top and touched her hard, engorged nipple, the fiery passion turned into an inferno that blistered her very soul. She watched his finger roam under the crop top and felt her eyes begin to glaze over with passion. After a shuddering breath that somehow made her nipple ache with need, her mouth fell open with a soft, long moaning, "OOOOOOOOOOOOO".

One finger flicked her distended nipple causing her to jerk in exploding passion. Then his other finger was on the other side of her swollen nipple and in between two fingers. Tantalizingly slowly the fingers began to close, crushing the sensitive nub between them. His eyes still held her captive, and he saw the wild passion building behind her eyes, while his fingers taunted her inflamed nipple flesh.

For seconds that seemed like hours his fingers teased, crushed, and toyed with her now ultra-sensitive nub. She stood stock still entranced observing him play with her breast and nipple, but unable to stop him playing with her nipple. It was something no one else had ever done, even tried and she was dumb struck. She knew she should back away, but she couldn't move, did she want it to stop or did she want more. His eyes had pinned her in front of him, while his fingers did things no other man had done, and she didn't want it to stop.

Her eyes were still locked to his, but Dominic watched as Gretal's eyes began to cloud over with searing euphoria building inside her. She felt her knees wobble as the fiery passion roared through her. His smile widened as her throaty moan became louder and more seductive. Neither of them noticed the crowd watching with bated breath.

Hansel suddenly grabbed Dominic's arm and growled, "Get your hands off of her!"

Gretal felt Hansel's presence and in a moment of realization, he was protecting her, but did she want protection? Hansel saw Dominic turn and give him a hard stare. Hansel looked into his eyes and saw pure evil. He knew right then and there this man was evil and possibly a demon out to capture a beautiful woman's soul. That was only reinforced when he realized that his evil intent was focused on conquering, bedding and subduing Gretal.

Dominic's fingers finally released her nipple but continued to caress Gretal's sensitive under-boob as his fingers withdrew. Her eyes cleared, flickered to his and she was about to protest when he shushed her, "Ssshhh Baby, I love the feel of your satiny skin as my finger glides under your top." Then his fingers were gone, and Gretal snapped out of her trance.

She stared questioningly into his eyes, not wanting his tantalizing touch to stop. Gretal realized that the entire club had been watching him do whatever he wanted to the gorgeous creature all of them wanted to touch and then realized that Hansel was in protection mode next to her. She saw the laughter in Dominic's eyes and knew he was just playing with her just as she had played with the men surrounding her. The merciless tease had just been teased, and she blushed in humiliation for perhaps the first time. She twirled and stalked away heading towards Hansel while everyone was watching.

As Gretal ran away into Hansel's arms, she felt the sting of tears in her eyes. Yes, she had been humiliated and embarrassed, but oh God she still felt his fingers on her breast and playing with her nipples. She was so confused as Hansel steered her to the car. Gretal was so, so, so she didn't know what she was.

She had gone into the club her normal gorgeous, egotistical, teasing, arrogant and sure of herself exhibitionist beauty. She blew all the boys away, but then a man conquered her haughty ways, leaving her trembling in need. Gretal had left the club with her body vibrating like an erotic guitar string. Her body had never felt like this and if she was honest with herself, she wanted so much more.

She looked at Hansel and saw empathy but also anger lurking. She knew the anger was at the man that touched, well fondled her. She was still feeling his touch on her breast, still trembled with desire. Gretal had never had a man mesmerize her the way the man in leather did, and she wondered if she had just met that man for her. Because right now she would give him anything if he would just take her to the nirvana she craved.

As she sat in Hansel's car trying to calm down, she flashed back to a time when she was clubbing with a friend of hers named Alison. Alison was about two years older and had been modeling for over five years. She had said, "You can tease, get off on making every man want you and desire you, but someday a man will come along that makes you weak in the knees then you'll do anything to have him."

She had to go home and use all her toys to find some erotic relief and she might even use those nipple clamps she bought months ago but was too afraid to use. Gretal looked at Hansel as he started his car, and she knew he had seen things she never wanted anyone else to know. She turned to the door and slid one hand under her thong, began to frantically rub her clit, as he put the car in gear and began to take her home.

Hansel knew what he had seen. Gretal was haughty, cocky, an incredibly gorgeous lady, and she was an innocent virgin. Despite her endless teasing, he knew she really wanted to feel someone take control of her and give her more bliss than she ever dreamed about. Hansel could see a powerful sexual drive that had never been tapped and he wondered if it was his job to help her find her wild and submissive sexuality. He watched her sit next to him frantically rubbing her pussy and knew things were about to change.

As Gretal sat in the car, her hands roamed over her body caressing the spots Dominic touched but needing more. Gretal's frantic teasing of her clit and occasional pulling on her nipples ratcheted up her fiery need. It seemed like the more she tried to reach her climax, the more elusive it became. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Hansel watching her relive Dominics touch. She knew that Hansel longed to touch her and make love to her, but he was a nerd and she needed a real man. She knew she needed to get home and use her toys, but she couldn't stop touching her nipples and rubbing her clit through her thong.

With lust clouding Gretal's eyes, Hansel put the car in drive and zoomed out of the parking lot almost hitting a car. She was oblivious to her surroundings and the only thing that mattered was quenching the rampant desire inside her. Hansel quickly got her home and as he sat in the car she ran into her house stripping off her top as she went running to find her toys and quench her sexual cravings.