Morticia's Toys

Wednesday woke up tied by ropes to a chair, while Enid, just inches away, was tied by ropes to a hook in the ceiling. Only one leg touched the ground, the other dangling in the air, exposing her most intimate parts. Both had ball gags. They stood like that, staring at each other for a long moment, when they heard a voice that made them shudder.

"So, my sweets, you're having fun without me? You'll pay for this. You, Wednesday, disappoint me, and as for your friend, I'll take care of teaching him about love the Addams Family way."

Wednesday turned her head toward her mother, shaking her head no. Her plea shattered against a wall of maternal indifference.

Morticia's dark eyes gleamed with a cruel light as she approached, her heels clicking slowly on the stone floor. She walked past Wednesday first, brushing her cheek with an icy hand before stopping in front of Enid.

She cupped Enid's cheeks in her hands.

"Hmm, I love deflowering an innocent for the first time. You'll discover that suffering can become ecstasy." Morticia traced a black nail along Enid's neck, making the young girl shiver and her pupils dilate in fear. A slow, red-rimmed smile stretched across the mistress's lips as her free hand slid down, barely touching the exposed flesh.

"You're trembling, my darling..." she murmured, her voice velvety like sweet poison. "It's delicious."

A sharp snap echoed as Enid's garter snapped beneath the sharp fingernail. Morticia inserted a finger into Enid's sex, her nail exploring the walls of her victim. Enid moaned, the sound muffled by the gag, as her body stiffened under the icy intrusion.

Morticia's nail traced slow, deliberate circles inside Enid, each movement eliciting a stifled moan from the girl's throat. A bead of sweat trickled down Enid's temple as her hips twisted involuntarily—trying to escape or push deeper, even she couldn't tell.

Just inches away, Wednesday's fingers dug into the armrests of her chair, the ropes creaking under the strain. Her dark eyes burned with something between fury and fascination as she watched her mother's wrist twist slightly, a movement that made Enid's toes curl against the cold stone floor.

Now Morticia's hand had disappeared into Enid's sex, which throb cruelly within her, and yet Wednesday could see that her partner was moaning and wetting herself like mad. But this didn't surprise her; her mother had initiated her into sexual practices that few could endure without becoming the plaything of her sexual urges.

Morricia exuded a dark, melodious scent as her nails twisted deep inside Enid. The girl arched her back violently, trying in vain to escape this cruel, merciless, yet so arousing penetration.

The ropes creaked beneath her suspended weight. A warm tear rolled down Enid's cheek, mingling with her smudged mascara, while her treacherous body responded with moisture to every sadistic movement, her moans and pleas muffled by the ball gag.

Beside her, Wednesday could smell her friend's sweet fear, punctuated by the acrid scent of **** arousal, but the worst part was that she felt frustrated. She knew all too well the pleasure and pain her mother could inflict, but she also feared for Enid, who, unprepared, risked suffering the worst.

Morticia slowly withdrew her fingers, leaving Enid breathless and trembling, her damp skin glistening in the dim candlelight. She turned her gaze to Wednesday, a languid smile on her lips.

"Do you want to join in, darling?" she murmured, tracing a fingernail along her daughter's taut jaw.

Wednesday's eyes flashed with dark defiance, but her breath quickened involuntarily.

Morticia exhaled a slow, smoky laugh as her still-glowing fingers traced the hollow of Enid's collarbone. "So responsive," she purred, pressing her palm flat against the girl's heaving chest. "Your heart is pounding like a trapped bird."

Enid's breath caught as Morticia's other hand slid lower, her nails scraping the inside of her thigh, leaving faint pink streaks. The air was thick with the scent of salt and excitement, the only sound the muffled moans vibrating against the gag.

Morticia was now impaling poor Enid with her fist, the girl wracked with spasms and soft moans. Wednesday knew the pleasure and pain of her mother's infernal impalement technique, but the worst was yet to come. She watched her mother beg her to stop. But to her plea, she saw only her mother's ironic and perverse gaze, a wordless reply: "Oh yes, my girl, your sweet girl will know what she'll suffer for being part of our family."

Morticia drove her fist deeper, her knuckles caressing Enid's throbbing walls with calculated cruelty. A wet gurgle accompanied each movement, while the girl's toes curled in the air, her cords wincing with the involuntary spasms. A bluish vein throbbed at Enid's temple, her belly contracting in waves under the onslaught. Morticia thrust back and forth like a pestle, sometimes opening her hand, her nails irritating Enid's intimacy. Enid struggled in vain to escape this penetration, which only worsened her situation.

Morticia finally slowed her movements, keeping her fist motionless deep inside Enid, like a snake coiled around its prey. The girl's muscles spasmed around her hand, each twitching a harsh sound elicited from behind the gag.

A trickle of silvery saliva ran down Enid's chin, her eyelashes trembling as her tear-filled eyes fixed on Morticia with a terror mingled with helpless fascination.

"You're so receptive, my little wolf…"

As she spoke these words, Wednesday understood that her mother knew about Enid, and knowing her nature, she would be merciless.

"This thing occupies Wednesday; I want her to beg us." The hand, seemingly hesitant but compelled to obey, penetrated Wednesday's sex brutally and mercilessly, just as Morticia had desired.

The thing's fingers coiled inside Wednesday with surgical precision, its putrid nails scraping the sensitive flesh in slow, deliberate movements. A stifled gasp escaped Wednesday's gag as her thighs strained against the ropes, the contact being both a punishment and a perverse promise.

The air thickened with the scent of salt and iron, Enid's moans a hoarse counterpoint to the wet sounds and rhythms of Morticia's penetration. Enid was now experiencing orgasm after orgasm as if Morticia could keep her in this state indefinitely. Wednesday knew that Morticia could kill her this way, for her heart could never withstand the strain.

She watched her friend open her eyes like a drowning woman at the edge of the abyss, when finally Morticia withdrew from Enid at the moment that could have been fatal. She looked at Wednesday with amusement.

"Come now, my girl, I don't break my toys so easily, I'm having too much fun." With these words, she licked the precum that coated her hand.

Enid was trying to regain her composure, her body shaking from the **** of the treatment, as the thing treacherously plunged mercilessly into Wednesday.

Morticia exhaled a low, velvety laugh, her still-glowing fingers tracing lines up Enid's quivering belly like spider legs.

"Look how she's still trembling, my dear..." she murmured to Wednesday, as her nails traced lines across the werewolf's bruised hips. Enid arched her back, a strangled sob tearing at her gag. Her body no longer belonged to her, every nerve throbbing under Morticia's influence.

Morticia removed the ball gag from Enid, who was in a trance. Wednesday understood that she had overpowered her beloved's reason. "Mother," Enid asked, "what would you do for me now?"

Enid hesitated, as if realizing something obvious.

"Everything, mistress, everything."