his thing

She was going to die if he continued, but he felt the point of no return approaching, he stopped, and took her in his arms as she collapsed inside them.

• Thank you, Uncle Fester

He smiled and said to her,

• It's not over, my dear,

Wednesday smiled.

• I know, I would have tried.

He winked at her,

• You clever one.

He took her hair in his hands and pulled her to the ground.

• Lick my feet

Wednesday trembled, her mouth still numb from the shocks, her lips sticky with saliva and tears. She bent down slowly, her shoulders trembling, her neck stiff under her uncle's grip. The skin of her feet was rough, soiled by the dust from the ground, and when she ran her tongue over them, a pungent taste of sweat and Fester's sandals invaded her mouth.

-You are my thing now until I free you, do you understand?

• Yes, master.

He nodded, forcibly sitting her back down on a wooden chair with wooden spikes on the seat, back, and arms, not sharp enough to hurt but enough to be painful, and it would be the most painful part of her limbs.

The wooden spikes bit into Wednesday's tender flesh, forcing her to arch her back against the sharp but calculated pain. A muffled moan escaped her as Fester wrapped wet leather ties around her wrists, which would tighten even more when they dried, binding them to the brutal angles of the chair.

"Breathe, my creature," he murmured, sliding a fingernail along her chest, triggering a shiver that clashed with the electric tingles still present beneath her skin.

He took a tool from a drawer and showed it to his niece.

• It seems your generation likes piercings. I'll give you this as a gift. Well, this tool isn't new, I'm afraid it might be painful, he said with a sadistic smile.

He took one of Wednesday's nipples between his fingers. She tried to retract from the wooden chair, but the spikes dug in even deeper, making her regret her gesture. This didn't escape Fester, who was amused but not distracted, the tip of his tool sinking cruelly into the nipple.

The tool pierced the flesh with a sharp click, the cold metal piercing Wednesday's taut nipple like a burning needle. A hoarse cry escaped her, her chest heaving violently against the wooden spikes that lacerated her back.

He picked up a gold ring, the tip of which sank into the poorly formed hole, redoubled the pain.

Wednesday stifled a sob, her fingers clenching on the rough armrests as the ring rubbed against the raw wound. Fester slowly turned the jewel, a satisfied grin on his lips, savoring his niece's every quiver.

"Hold on tight," he murmured, grasping her second nipple between his sweaty fingers. The tip of the tool slid against the damp skin, tracing a cruel circle before sinking in with a sharp thrust.

The second ring was also a delicious pain. She was so attached to the armrest that the wooden spikes of the seat shot through her with such pain that she couldn't find a place on her body that didn't scream out its agony. She realized that Fester was speaking to her without paying much attention to her cries. A beginning deafness certainly didn't help, she understood with horror.

• Okay, the clitoris now, you're going to feel it.

The metal pierced her flesh with a wet crack, and Wednesday bit her lip so hard that a trickle of blood ran down her chin. Her nails scratched the rotten wood of the chair, splinters digging beneath her nails, but the pain was drowned out by the much more intense burning of her clitoris.

Her pain reached such a pitch again that an orgasm seized her, the great joy of Fester, who was now pushing the ring around her clitoris. It was too much for Wednesday, who gasped for air at this onslaught of bodily sensations.

Fester,

• You see, it's a gift, you pay for it, apparently, I should make it my job, who knows.

She couldn't hold back a laugh that was more of a scream, but she stopped when she saw that what was going to happen next was going to be worse, especially as Morticia, Gomez, her brother, and Lurch entered the lair.