Adventuring Out Of Home

Gretal looked to Nathan who glared at her from the couch.  He had just told her she had been grounded and he expected her to go back to her room.  There was tension on the air and it made the world stand still.  Gretal knew that she was supposed to do as commanded, but she didn't want to.  She ached to tell Nathan that she was grown up and she didn't want to care about the result of having had opened up.  She knew she was eighteen years old, she didn't need to live in bars any longer; she  was able to do as she liked, and if she felt as though she wanted to go out then she would.

“I am not an animal;”  she stated before she turned to head out of the front door.

Nathan opened his eyes and rose from his chair.  He stalked Gretal as she took great strides to get to the front door as fast as she could.  He felt his rage shake through his body until the hairs on his arms stood.  He stepped at a fast rate as he glared at Gretal as she walked.

“Hey you stand still!”  ordered Nathan with bite.

However Gretal reached the door-knob and slipped out of the door.

Nathan broke out in a run and he moved through the door and out into the yard.  Gretal had made it to the mail box before he could make it half way across the yard, and that was when his heart murmurs began to shake his body.

“You come back and I'll punish you young lady!”  he barked before he clutched at his chest.

His murmur was as high as his blood pressure and Nathan moved back inside of his house so that he could ease himself with a nice cool drink.


Gretal walked down the street and onto a main road.  Cars washed past her in a tide and she smiled as she glared at their headlights as they passed.  It was dewy and fog misted the air in a thick layer.  Gretal cheered for her own sake -  she had made it out of the house!

“Let's see what I can do for fun!”  gasped Gretal before she moved to the nearby supermarket for a glimpse at the stores.


Gretal walked around the stores until she grew bored -  by nightfall she knew it was time to go home, and so she walked out of the supermarket to walk back home.  However her feet were slow -   it wasn't that she was tired, she just didn't know what Nathan would do once she was home; would he scold her?  Hit her?  Ground her?  She didn't know!  She just knew that he wasn't going to smile and that made her nervous.

Gretal dragged her shoes as she walked home.  When at home she sucked in a deep breath as she glared up the pavement.  She glared at the house and knew she didn't want to slip inside, and so she stayed in linger on the lawn up until the time when Nathan honked his car behind her.


Gretal gasped and spun around!  She saw Nathan in the car and he pointed for her to head inside.  Gretal tried to let her nervousness rest, however she sucked in a deep breath and moved inside as her legs shook.

Inside Gretal met a silent corridor that was damp and dewy.   Gretal shivered inside of her skin as she waited for Nathan to enter the house.  As soon as Nathan entered Gretal wanted to squirm away.

“Did you have fun on your adventure/”  asked Nathan as he glared at her.

He stunk like beer and cigarettes -  a good sign he had been at the pub.  Gretal threw a glum face as she glared at the wall, she felt guilt inside of her soul and she wanted to cry; however she  held it in as she looked at the clock as it ticked its seconds until they turned into minutes.

“Well did you Gretal?”  asked Nathan as he glared.

“It was okay;”  sighed Gretal as she wrinkled her brow.

“Good because that is the last straw;”  told Nathan in a quiet tone.  “Now get inside of your room or get out of the house;” he told her.

Gretal felt sick!  She didn't want to go to her room but she didn't want to get out of the house -  she would have ended up on the lawn as she tried to keep warm with just a coat in the cool dewy wet; she would have ended up with a cold.

“I should go to my room;”  told Gretal as she sighed.

Nathan sighed as well.  He stepped to the side and allowed Gretal access to her room and with a bowed head she walked.  However her heart was heavy and as she closed the door she felt as though she had closed herself inside of a trap.  Gretal sighed as she leaned on the heavy door.  She didn't want to tell herself to be strong, she just wanted to leave.


That night Gretal packed a bag with clothes, money, and food, and then she slipped out of the window.  She was sure Nathan was in bed and she was excited to the bone to have had left the house.  She shivered as she walked down a blackened street with only a bag in hand.  It was chilly, so chilly she needed to wear her thickest jacket; but what was important was that she had left home for good.


That night Gretal walked around the park and sat on a chair.  The air was still and the park was dead quiet -  however Gretal knew she wouldn't be able to catch any sleep until morning.  So Gretal sat and waited for the sun to rise, and when it did rise she celebrated with a nap.  

However the nap only lasted so long before Gretal woke, and when she did wake she was in a strangers car.  Gretal gasped as she sat up and saw a male in a business suit at the wheel.

“Who are you?”  she nagged.

The stranger glared at the road and focused on driving.

“My name is Peter;”  he declared.  “I hope you don't mind the car;”  he added.

Gretal grew distracted and for a moment she looked around.  She wanted to say the car was fine, but she then reminded herself that she was in a strangers car and she didn't know why.  Gretal glared at Peter until she grew comfortable with the look of him.  She had never known a person like him and she grew distracted yet again.

“I don't know who you are;”  she said.

“I know;”  told Peter as he began to grow tense.  “I thought you might need a lift to somewhere warm;”  he added.

“Where are you taking me?”  asked Gretal as she glared outside and saw a highway.

“Just to my home;”  sung Peter as though Gretal should already be impressed.

Gretal glared at Peter and then she quietened down.  She sat back in her chair and tried to feel glad, - however she was stressed; she had never seen Peter or been anywhere else, she was most certainly on a new adventure.


Gretal was led into Peter's home and there she was led into a room.  The room was nice, but something inside of Gretal told her that Peter would have grabbed her and dragged her in if she hadn't been willing.  Gretal smiled a nervous smile to try and cheer herself up -  her smile showed her weakness, that she was unable to believe that she hadn't been abducted.

“Bed, clothes, window;”  muttered Peter before he opened curtains to show a barred window which not only locked out intruders but kept her locked in.

Gretal began to get that old sinking feeling where she knew she was in the wrong place.

“This is certainly some place;”  she declared as she glared at Peter as though he were someone strange indeed.  “Can I go home?”  she then asked as her teeth chattered.

Peter laughed and then he moved to the door as quick as a fly. 

“I'll make lunch;”  he muttered before he closed the door.

Gretal moved to the door and tried to turn the knob -  it was locked; it was a self locking door.

“I have been abducted;”  sighed Gretal before she turned to her room.  “What a turn off;”  she added before she sat on a chair.


Gretal was treated to a simple meal of meat and salad, and then she was asked a great many questions on how she ended up homeless.  Gretal didn't want to say that she had only just run away from home, but she did bother to tell Peter that she had fought with her father.  Peter glared at Gretal and then he laughed as he rolled his eyes -  he was humoured, and he left the room with a grin on his face.

“Independence usually starts in the home;”  he muttered before he closed the door.

Gretal shivered.  She wasn't sure what to think, Peter had lectured her and she didn't like it.


Days passed and Peter met with Gretal every day -  he asked her questions, shared a meal, and he talked.  It led to a blossoming relationship one which made Gretal nervous.  She felt on edge and during the night she wondered if Peter was going to use her for sexual pleasure.  She knew she was plain, but she also new she was a captive, and often abductor cases led to entwined molestation cases.  Gretal shivered inside of her skin day in and day out, however more often the not Peter only entered to talk and share a meal and it made Gretal shake a portion of her worries away.

However then one night Peter entered the room and took out a dress from the cupboard.  He told Gretal to dress into the dress and he watched as she slipped out of her clothes and  into the dress.  Gretal felt worse for wear -  she hadn't shaven and she felt ashamed of her more natural form.  Peter didn't mind however he just laughed as he glared at her.   He glared at her for a good long while and he said nothing as he stared.  Then finally Peter told Gretal to slip out of the clothes and Gretal did.

“Why did you bring me here?”  asked Gretal as she dropped the dress onto the carpet.

“You didn't seem to have much I thought you might like a home;”  told Peter as he continued to roll his eyes all over Gretal as she stood there in the stark nude.  

“Then I am like an adopted;”  told Gretal as she wondered if she should put clothes on or lay down.

“Sure;”  told Peter as he smiled.  “I like little girls;”  he added as he glared at her with keen interest.  “They are fun;”  he muttered before he turned and walked out of the room.

Gretal sat on the bed with a hand on her heart -  she had expected Peter to moved towards her not away; however he had moved away and she felt so relieved and depressed.  She hadn't a clue why Peter had brought her to his home, but she figured that it might be best to act as though she were his little girl.


The pact was made and every day Gretal smiled as though she were pleased to be a prisoner in the modest environment.  Peter fed her, talked to her, and made sure she was well; only sometimes did he ask her to dress for him and when she did he stood back in the same manner as he digested her image.

Days flew into months and then years.  Gretal forgot about Nathan as her world was turned into a cycle where she met Peter and talked to him.  Gretal was able to try on perfume and sometimes jewellery, and then she was left alone. 


Gretal grew used to the lazy life and she was given all she needed.  However then one morning Nathan entered her room and woke her up to an orgy.  Gretal was treated to a good bout of sexual pleasure as her heartbeat rose up to her throat -  it had been six years since she had been abducted and Peter had finally given her a lay.

Life was no longer a holiday.  Gretal was treated to a hot lay every day until she grew good and fat.  Then one evening she grew cramps so bad she wet the bed.  She felt heartbeats through her blood so strong she was sure she were going to have a stroke, then came a bout of pain that was like a very bad cramp and it turned into a roller-coaster ride that brought Gretal her first child.

Peter took her child and drove away with it, when he returned he no longer had it and that made Gretal very sad.  She thought she had seen herself in that child’s smile, and her heart grew sore -  however not as sore as her loins as Peter entered her room to have yet another sexual orgy.


Gretal had five kids and by that time she felt good and weak.  Her face felt tired, her hair had turned  to almost white, and she felt as though she had lost ten lives as she offered each child a little bit of herself.  

Every child was taken away and when Peter returned her offered her another orgy.  Gretal grew mad  -  she could no longer stand losing her children, they were hers; she finally screamed!

“Get off me if you won't let me keep any of my children!”  she gasped.

“They aren't yours;”  told Peter as he looked at her wet face.  “I gave them to people who can't have kids and they are growing strong;”  he added.  “They are fine;”  he said.

However Peter's lies caught up with him.  One morning a gang of cops made a raid on Peter's home and they arrested Peter before they broke into Gretal's room.  Gretal was taken away in another car and urged into a dark room where she was interviewed.  Gretal felt delusional when she was informed that Peter had buried their kids in an earthen grave and they had found their dead bodies laid under three feet of earth.  Gretal wanted to be sick, she wanted to hurl; however then she was told that her father was going to pick her up and she reminded herself that she had been adducted.


When Nathan urged Gretal into his car it was with stern on his face. 

“Did you have fun on your adventure?”  asked Nathan as he glared at her.

He smelled of aftershave and cigarettes -   Gretal threw a glum face as she glared at the dashboard, she felt guilt inside of her soul and she wanted to cry!  However she  held it in as seconds turned into minutes.

“Well did you Gretal?”  asked Nathan as he glared.

“It was okay;”  sighed Gretal as she wrinkled her brow.  “I think I am ready to return home;”  she added.

Nathan nodded, started the car, and drove.  Gretal seemed different and lost inside of herself, and he grew depressed -  he had lost his little girl and she had been found as a stranger who he couldn't offer even a smile to not even when she called him dad.