Brotherly hatred.

Morticia exposed her like this, covered in this sperm for a long time.

• You're going to stay like this no matter what. You're going to keep quiet until I get back. Otherwise, you're going back in, understand?

Wednesday nodded.

Without another word, Morticia left.

Her brother came and watched her for a long time, amused, mocking her while she remained silent.

• You're not allowed to talk, sister, are you? How funny is that? For once, you'll spare me your sarcasm. So the little whore has had her fill of cocks?

Wednesday bared her teeth aggressively.

• Oh, but you're still rebellious. Let's see if I can add my contribution.

He pulled down his pants and revealed a monstrously large and fat penis surrounded by straps with spikes.

-You see, I've changed and learned too. Without another word, he penetrated her savagely, the size and the spikes making her scream.

Wednesday arched, the muscles of her stomach tensing under the burning pain of the bristling straps. Her hands, chained to the ceiling, reaching for help that didn't come, he began to move back and forth, lifting her to penetrate her ever more viciously.

Wednesday stifled a cry, her nails clawing the air as if she could tear injustice itself. Her brother sneered, each brutal thrust making the chains click against the metal rings, the dull thud of their bodies colliding filling the room. The spikes scraped against her walls with each withdrawal, leaving behind a sharp burn that made her tremble. He grasped her left breast with his mouth, biting it cruelly while he tugged at the other as if he wanted to tear it off, and yet Wednesday reached a stage where her pleasure/pain was becoming an escalation.

Wednesday's hot tears mingled with the sweat trickling down her chest, each bite her brother made on her breast leaving a purple mark. Her fingers closed on nothingness, the chains cutting into her wrists from the struggle. He accelerated his thrusts, the brutal friction of the spikes against her inner walls triggering a pain so sharp that she saw white flashes behind her eyelids.

As in their childhood, he began to strangle her as Wednesday's spasms of pleasure began to wrack her, the lack of air multiplying her sexual desire as he continued to ravage her vagina.

Her vision pulsed with the frenetic rhythm of her heart, darkness settling at the edges of her throat as his fingers tightened. The pain, buried beneath her, radiated outward in irregular waves, each thrust driving the spiked restraints deeper, carving tiny, exquisite furrows inside her. Her hips jerked involuntarily, rocking like a whore.

Her brother laughed wickedly.

• I knew you'd become a sexual beast, incapable of discipline, responding only to his urges.

Mercilessly, he accelerated, no longer holding back, impaling and fucking her at the same time, paying no attention to anything but her ****, his sister nothing more than a bag of cum in his eyes.

Mercilessly, he accelerated, no longer holding back, impaling and fucking her at the same time, paying no attention to anything but her ****, his sister nothing more than a fuck-bag in his eyes.

Her brother's laughter turned into a guttural growl as his hips accelerated, the barbed straps digging new burning lines into her. Wednesday's body arched violently, her scream trapped behind gritted teeth as the pressure in her skull swelled, suffocating, dizzying. His fingers dug into her throat, her veins swelling under his grip, her pulse throbbing like a caged bird against his palm.

The rhythm became erratic, animalistic, his cock rubbing against her raw flesh with each brutal thrust. She felt the ridges of the straps snag, tear, each withdrawal a burning mark.

Finally, her brother came inside her, releasing years of frustration, filling her with his cum. Before she could regain her composure, he had taken a whip and cracked it cruelly across her, her breasts, her hips, her sex, from which his sperm was beginning to flow.

The whip cut her skin in a thin, precise line, sending a new wave of agony radiating outward. Wednesday's body jerked against the chains, her breathing quickening as the whip cracked again, this time across her swollen sex, mingling his cum with crimson streaks. Her brother's laughter was ragged, his own chest heaving as he watched her tremble, each flinch, each muffled cry fueling his satisfaction.

He circled her slowly, the whip dragging on the floor before cracking against the back of her thighs, leaving marks in its wake. Not a single stump of Wednesday's body escaped, only her face was spared. When, exhausted, he stopped and dropped the whip.

Wednesday looked at him mockingly, her gaze saying without a word spoken,

• That's it? You're nothing but a toilet brush.

He spat at her in anger and left, just as Morticia returned, amused by Wednesday's defiant look.

• Your brother will definitely never be a match for you. He had another chance that he blew miserably again.

Morticia slammed the door behind her, her stilettos pounding the floor with calculated slowness. She stopped in front of Wednesday, whose body was still dripping with sweat and semen, the marks of the whip streaking her skin like scarlet welts.

• But don't make the mistake of confusing me with your brother, she clapped her hands.

A maid opened the door and came with things to wash Wednesday and give her some care.

• She has one hour to get back on her feet and show nothing. Use the Addams Family's secret balms. She will suffer horribly, but she's used to it.

The maid nodded without showing any emotion and began under the gaze of the lady of the house.