Crossing the Line

Morticia smiled, her venomous charm taking hold, as the thing worked harder and harder inside Wednesday, probing her insides with methodical brutality. The putrid fingers plunged deeper, twisting her flesh like a blunt blade, and Wednesday felt a shiver of pain and shame run down her spine. Her mouth opened in a silent cry, her silvery saliva dripping onto her chin, mirroring Enid's.

"Yes, yes, fuck me hard, it's so wild," Wednesday thought.

As if the hand understood, it worked harder than ever, brutalizing Wednesday's intimacy. Her companion had never been so violent, as if taking **** for Wednesday choosing Enid over him as her best friend.

Morticia's laughter swirled in the humid air like smoke as she watched Wednesday's body convulse under the onslaught of the thing. The creature's fingers twisted deeper, each knuckle dragging against the tender flesh with a wet, obscene sound.

Wednesday's thighs trembled violently, her toes curling as the pain reached an unbearable peak, but her hips shook helplessly against the intrusion, betraying her shameful arousal.

Enid, barely recovered, saw her friend belch and drool, her crotch oozing a gush of precum. Wednesday was no longer in control under the **** of the thing's penetration. Morticia, for her part, enjoyed it and smiled to see her daughter writhe, arch her back, and pull in vain at the ropes that held her to the chair.

Morticia untied Enid, took a riding crop, and licked it. As Wednesday tried to beg for mercy, she aimed for her daughter's breasts and mercilessly struck her chest.

The blow cracked in the humid air, the leather tip striking her daughter's right breast with ****. A hoarse cry escaped her, her torso bucking violently against the bonds, while the scarlet welt bloomed on her skin.

Then, turning to Enid, she held out the riding crop, saying,

"Ready to do anything for me, prove it. Beat my daughter as I beat her until I order you otherwise."

Enid hesitated, distraught, looked at Wednesday, then at Morticia, who implacably handed her the crop.

"Last chance to prove your promises."

Enid lowered her shoulders, taking the riding crop as the creature continued to **** Wednesday's genitals.

Enid gripped the riding crop in her damp palm, her knuckles whitening under the pressure. A tremor ran through her arm as she raised the instrument, the leather brushing against the air thick with muffled moans. The first blow landed on Wednesday's thigh with a wet crack, leaving a bright pink trail across her translucent skin.

The thing inside Wednesday seemed to react to the ****, its putrid fingers digging deeper, twisting her inner walls with a new voracity.

"Harder, aim for her breasts, she likes it."

Enid obeyed with a trembling hand, the leather this time lashing Wednesday's left breast with cruel precision. The flesh throbbed with the impact, reddening as the blood rushed to the surface. A strangled gurgle escaped Wednesday's lips, her head falling back as the thing inside her quickened its putrid thrusting, wrenching spasms from her belly.

"Don't stop, keep going until I tell you otherwise," Morticia ordered Enid, now relishing the hold she had over Wednesday's lover.

Enid struck again, the leather biting into Wednesday's skin in a burning furrow. A hoarse gasp escaped between her clenched teeth, her chest heaving with each blow. The thing inside her throbbed, writhing like a thirsty parasite, each movement tearing a mixture of pain and guilty pleasure from Wednesday. Her sweat, mingled with tears, glistened in the candlelight, tracing salty paths across her burning body.

Morticia took an enormous candle and looked at her daughter.

"I feel we're going to push you to your limits. I've wanted to break you for a long time, the way you love it."

The first drop of wax fell onto Wednesday's shoulder as Enid continued the whipping and the thing pounded into the intimacy of the almost-consenting victim.

The hot wax spread in a scarlet stream down Wednesday's shoulder, her skin throbbing with the exquisite burn. A hoarse moan escaped her, her neck arched against the back of the chair as the thing inside her quickened its movements, as if aroused by this new pain.

Enid struck again, the leather stinging Wednesday's ribs in a fiery pattern, each impact making her tense muscles quiver. With each blow, each drop of wax from the thing inside her caused Wednesday to lose her grip, her primal, sexual urges taking over, her cold, unfeeling reason faltering, her cries becoming gasps of pleasure and pain so delicious for an Addams. Being tortured by the three beings she loved most amplified her reactions.

The next drops of wax splattered more and more onto Wednesday's skin, burning like a red-hot iron as her back arched in the chair. Her thighs trembled, smooth with sweat and excitement, each ragged breath catching as the thing inside her writhed deeper, her knuckles grinding against tender flesh in a rhythm that bordered on punishment. Enid's next blows landed just below her navel, her breasts, her nipples, the leather biting into the already reddened skin, and Wednesday's cry dissolved into a broken moan.

Morticia tilted the candle again, this time letting the melted wax spread slowly and deliberately down her daughter's sternum. The whip's blows made the barely hardened wax flutter. It was now a well-oiled machine that gave Wednesday no respite. She saw Enid's gaze ignite, her animal side taking over, the predator within her toying with her prey.

Wednesday could no longer control herself. She screamed her pleasure, which exploded within her body. All her reason shattered; she became a sexual beast.

Her muscles contracted in a violent spasm, her fingers gripping the ropes that bound her until her knuckles turned white. The thing inside her didn't slow down; on the contrary, it seemed to feed on her surrender, its putrid fingers plunging deeper still, twisting her insides with obscene voracity.

Morticia laughed to see her daughter enjoying herself like this. She had achieved her goal, she ordered.

"Stop! That's enough."

Enid, frightened by the order and regaining her composure, threw herself to the ground, as the thing emerged from Wednesday's sex, who groaned, wracked by the final spasms of her pleasure. Morticia grabbed her hair and pulled her head back.

"So, happy now, my daughter?"

Despite the pain and the pleasure, Wednesday managed to say, with a faint smile,

"Yes, Mother, and I'd be going to my grave."

Morticia smiled.

"Well, we'll see about that another time."

Morticia ran an icy hand along Wednesday's sweaty cheek, tracing the outline of her lips, parted by panting breaths.