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"Oh fuck! Bianca! Yes! YES!! YEEEESSSS!!!!"

Wednesday squirmed where she knelt on the floor, hands interlocked behind her head, thighs spread wide, chest thrust forward. She had lost count of the amount of orgasms she been forced to witness as a passive audience.

She had been ordered to strip and assume her inspection position the second she walked into Bianca's dorm, then was made to watch as the siren and Enid goaded and coaxed each other to multiple climaxes. Neither of her mistresses had as much as spared her a glance after the initial command, seemingly having eyes only for each other.

Wednesday assumed she was being punished, but she couldn't think for the life of her what she had done wrong. To be fair she couldn't think of much at the minute, her brain addled with lust and cruel denial. Not that it mattered; if her mistresses deemed her worthy of punishment, who was she to argue?

Finally Enid's breath calmed and she uncovered her eyes, lolling her head to regard the pitiful sight of her desperate sub gazing up at her needily, nipples erect, mouth open and panting.

"Look at her. Such a desperate little slut," Bianca smirked as she rolled over to join Enid's observation. "I wonder if we could make her come from here. What do you think, Wolfy?"

Enid smiled fuzzily, her fangs peeking out as she bit her lip. "Let's see. Wednesday: touch yourself."

Obediently, Wednesday brought one of her hands down to her sex, slipping her fingers to her entrance to gather some of the pooling slick before flicking across her needy clit, strumming the little nub and feeling it twitch in response. She kept her other hand fisted around the top of her braid, grasping desperately.

"I think she's been practising. Cupcake, have you been fingering pussy without us?"

There was no point in lying. Wednesday didn't have the luxury of being exclusive. The two women before her regularly lent her out for her service, both in and out of the classroom reward and punishment system. Of course, she always had the option to decline, but the pride in her mistresses' eyes when she was complimented on her performance was worth any amount of casual degradation.

"Yes, my Queen," she breathed, grinding forward onto her own hand.

"Good girl, practising for us. We deserve the best, don't we." Bianca cocked her head, her azure gaze piercing into Wednesday.

"Yes, my Queen. Want to give you the best." Her clit was jumping under her finger tips, her walls clenching involuntarily.

"Inside. Now. Two fingers." Enid commanded, before rolling onto Bianca and mouthing at her neck.

Wednesday speared the digits into herself, curling them against her front wall and letting her thumb catch her clit as she thrust in and out of herself with a soundtrack of squelches that competed with the soft groans from her Queen as the wolf marked her.

"Other hand on your tits. Rough, the way I know you like it," Bianca breathed.

Wednesday lowered her hand from her head to grasp the opposite nipple, tugging and pinching at it. She rolled her hips wantonly as the extra stimulation pushed her towards the start of a climax. She drew in a shaky breath, growling softly.

"Another finger. And I want to hear you. Don't hold back," Enid uttered from between the siren's shoulder blades.

Three fingers was awkward, forcing her to sacrifice some of the penetration she could achieve with two. However, the brutal assault she was enacting on her own breasts was adding to the pyre of arousal mounting in her. She started to thrust her hips in little jerks, riding her own hand and letting her moans fall wantonly from her lips.

"Listen to that little harlot. Isn't she adorably pathetic?" Bianca pulled Enid's hand round to her mouth, making a show of sucking her fingers in and out, wrapping her tongue lasciviously around the rainbow claws.

"Hmm. I bet she wishes it was our fingers in that greedy little hole. Do you think she could take three from each of us?" The wolf continued to nip at the ebony flesh beneath her.

"I think she'd take it and ask for more. Maybe we should try it. Tie her up… stretch her out. Work her up until she can take both our hands in that perfect little cunt. It wouldn't be so little after. We'd leave it hollowed out, aching to be filled. Maybe we would plug it after… keep her ready. Maybe put a foot up there. Imagine, wearing our little kitten like a slipper…"

Wednesday couldn't help it, she whined loudly as Bianca painted her obscene picture. She was on the edge, her thighs trembling as she plunged her three fingers in, over and over. She held herself on that precipice, waiting for permission to finish.

"Such a little pervert," Enid chuckled. "Would you like that, Cupcake? Would you like to fuck yourself on our feet?"

"Uuuuhhhm. If… if it pleases you, Mistress. Whatever you want. Use me… however… you… wish… Fuck!" Her hips thrust and bucked messily, her hand slippy with her arousal.

"Are you close, Cupcake?" Bianca asked, feigning innocence.

"Yes, my Queen." She continued to work herself. "So close…"

"Would you like to come, Cupcake?"

"Please! My Queen. May I?"

Bianca rolled to the side, looking up at Enid. "What do you think, Wolfy. Should she be allowed to come."

"Well, she has been a good girl, doing exactly as she's told." The wolf moved her mouth to the siren's throat.

"She has," Bianca agreed.

"And you're meant to reward good behaviour in your pets." Pointed white fangs dragged over dark flesh.

"That is true," gasped the siren.

"I think you should let her come." Teeth closed gently as the lupine tongue lapped at the thudding pulse point.

"Do you hear that, Cupcake? Ah! Your mistress thinks you've earned a reward. Make sure you thank her."

"Th- thank you, Mistress."

"Good girl. Now: keep going. Don't come."

The siren turned to give her full attention to the wolf that had her pinned, leaning up to kiss her hungrily. Enid responded enthusiastically, moving to rejoin the activity they had neglected to torture their loyal submissive.

Wednesday obediently plunged her hand back into her clutching cunt, tugging painfully on her nipples and biting back a cry of despair as she straddled the edge of her climax to the sound of her two dommes joyfully pursuing their own.

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"Are you sure this is right?" Enid hissed. She glanced around nervously, flinching at the distant sound of an owl. In front of her, Wednesday was inspecting the stone book held by the effigy of Edgar Allan Poe. The raven stepped back, looked at her paramour and snapped her fingers twice. With a grinding tumble, the statue moved, revealing a dark stair.

"Oh! Cool!" The wolf breathed. "We're going down, right?"

In answer, Wednesday stepped into the aperture, disappearing silently from sight on the winding stair.

"I swear, I'm gonna put a bell on her…" Enid muttered before following.

Wednesday stepped lightly down the stairs, listening out. The cryptic note she had received alluded to some nefarious secret hidden below the school. The sleuth in her couldn't resist the mystery. Enid had insisted on coming along, both out of reluctance to have her submissive potentially endangering herself, and because she herself had a nose for gossip.

The raven could sense rather than see the space opening around her. She waited a moment in the stair, letting her eyes adjust to the gloom. As she took another step forward, she felt hands grasp her arms as a sack was thrown over her head. She tried to wriggle free, attempting to kick out only to find that her legs had already been looped with rope. She would have toppled if not for the vice-like grip on her upper torso.

Behind her she heard Enid scream as she apparently met a similar fate.

They were manhandled to sit, or in Wednesday's case entirely lifted up and dropped, onto plush chairs, restraints fastened them to the soft velveteen. Wednesday could feel slightly raised brocade motifs under her fingertips as she struggled against the unseen captors. Beside her Enid never once stopped crying for help, even when they gagged her somehow. They didn't bother gagging the seer however. She quickly concluded their captors to be someone that knew them. They at least knew enough to not gag her in the knowledge that she would never debase herself by screaming, and enough to acquire Enid-proof restraints. Even if that last part wasn't too hard in their particular school.

The sacks were removed, a bright light pointed straight at them in an effort to obscure their captors. She stared straight ahead; a little light wouldn't hurt her eyes. To her right, Enid squinted and squirmed, trying to shield her eyes. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed several things; Enid had an extremely pink ball gag on, custom for sure. Their chairs were both black, thankfully, and their restraints seemed to form part of the furniture; big black loops of leather clipped with buckles. In Enid's case some werewolf chains had been added, and in her case a few extra loops of black rope served to secure her torso to the back of the chair. Their captors, yes multiple, stood right behind the lamp, clad in black robes with deep hoods that hid their features.

Wednesday knew exactly one person in the whole school who loved these kinds of dramatics more than Enid. "Barclay. Funny meeting you here." She drawled out. The figure which she had accurately predicted to be Bianca strode forward and pushed her hood back in annoyance. "Really, you couldn't wait 'til I did the introduction at least?" Enid stopped struggling, confused puppy whimpers replacing her previous frantic cries.

Bianca pinched her brow, obviously annoyed at her friends antics. "Look, this is a formal invitation to the Nightshades. Can I do the introduction, or do I have to gag you too?"

"The Nightshades? Is this that social club Enid never ceases to talk about? Have you deemed us worthy, my Queen?" Wednesday asked derisively. She knew they were free of the school's normal dynamic here from what Enid had said, and she couldn't resist the urge to tease Bianca a little. The brat in her never seemed to die down enough to let such an opportunity pass.

"You." The domme pointed to another figure, "get me a bit gag; black. Now."

"How is it that you must always be in charge, even when in a so-called informal club, Barclay? Are you simply unable to unclench your ass and pull out the stick?" She made sure to get a few barbs in, anticipating a good punishment session from it. Plus she disliked getting tricked; a formal invitation would have sufficed. Getting her hopes up for her investigation was one of the few things that managed to push her buttons and Bianca was currently not only pushing them but holding them down. Enid looked on from the side, eyes wide at Wednesday's audacity. Twin flames of anger danced in Bianca's azure eyes as she stepped forth, bit gag in hand. She forced it into her mouth, buckling the straps securely.

Satisfied, the queen bee sat to Wednesday's left on the armrest, her robe parting to reveal her long silky legs as she addressed both her captives and the room. "Welcome all, to tonight's initiation ceremony. I present our newest invitees; Wednesday; this brat-" She grabbed her chin and lifted it up. "-and Enid, who is a good little girl. You should learn from her, Cupcake." The last bit she said low, directed only at Wednesday.

Wednesday merely stared at her impassively, now denied the opportunity to provide a snarky riposte. Bianca chuckled, always amused when she gagged her favorite plaything.

"They have been invited by a majority vote to form part of the Nightshades, the most elite secret society at Nevermore. And with any luck they will accept and give us a good show with their initiations."

Now turning towards the girls her smile widened, the azure of her eyes glinting mischievously. "Each one of you has a choice now. The rules are simple; to join the Nightshades you must pass the initiation ritual. If you choose to do so, you will become full members with all the privilege that entails. The Nightshades are a society of like-minded individuals who seek a place to get away from the pressures and social hierarchy of the school. What say you, are you brave enough for it?"

"mghdsg." Tried Enid, a small drop of drool escaping around the pink ball still gagging her. Wednesday didn't even attempt to answer, knowing how much twisted pleasure Bianca derived from seeing her struggle to speak. She wasn't subbing for her right now and thus she would refuse to do anything to please her habitual queen.

"Such a good puppy, always answering me, Enid." the queen cooed at the wolf, leaning slightly over Wednesday to caress her girlfriend's face.

While still mad at the deceit Wednesday would admit to enjoying the view the siren's robe parted, exposing dark shiny skin for her eyes and her eyes only. Bianca's breasts were a favorite of hers; when allowed she would lavish them with attention and suck them until her mistress ordered her otherwise. And while her wolfish girlfriend – every part of her – was her favorite thing to have in her mouth, well, Bianca's breast came a close second.

"Ungag our pup. Let the council hear her decision." She turned towards Wednesday, essentially caging her between her arms. "You can stay gagged a bit more, for being such a brat," she winked at her.

Now free to talk Enid, launched into a colourful diatribe. "Oh my God! I can't believe it's finally happening! You guys aren't gonna regret this. Totally yes! We're in! Right, Wedns?" She turned to gaze pleadingly with her big puppy eyes.

Wednesday rolled her eyes and turned to look searchingly at the siren above her.

"Are you going to be good if I ungag you?" Bianca asked. When the raven didn't respond she tutted loudly. "Of course you aren't. But I do need to hear if you're in." She pulled the gag out of Wednesday's mouth, simply sliding it down her chin, leaving a glistening trail of saliva which had the siren smirking. "So, are you in?"

Enid let out a little whine as she stared with her soulful blue eyes.

"Fine. But I reserve the right to teach you how to conduct a proper kidnapping after." Wednesday bartered. "I heard your ambush a mile off."

"And yet, you walked right into it," goaded Bianca.

"Obviously," responded the seer drolly. "It's the surest way to disarm the trap."

"And I forgot you're a psychopath…" Bianca rose and turned to face the cloaked figures. "Our initiates have agreed to the trial," she boomed theatrically. "If they survive they will join our ranks as equals. If they fail or fall, they will be shunned to us for all time."

"Wait... survive?" Enid whisper screamed to Wednesday, eyes wide.

"Relax. It will merely be some sort of carnal challenge," the raven responded evenly.

"Will you two shut up and let me do the thing?" Bianca whirled around to give them a glare.

"Sorry!" whispered Enid. Wednesday merely stared back blankly.

"Let them face the spirits of the past and endure the challenge!"

"W-wait… spirits? Like ghosts?" Enid whimpered.

Wednesday smirked. "No. Look, half of them are Da Vincis. You can see them moving their hands."

"That's it!" Bianca whirled around, forcing the gag back into the seer's mouth. "I was going to go easy on you, but now it will be a real challenge. Let's see… Enid; your challenge is to orgasm non-stop for 20 minutes. No rest, no breaks. You can't tap out or pass out. Do you think you can do that, pup?"

Enid gulped, but then steeled herself. "Yes. Easy."

"Easy? I just told you I'm going to challenge you. What about 30 minutes?"

"I… I, um…"

"Perfect." The siren smiled wickedly, turning to the bound and gagged brunette. "For you, Cupcake... I know you're going to love this. You're not allowed to come until Enid has finished or taps out. And then, only when I tell you. Is that clear?"

Wednesday rolled her eyes. Of course, Bianca would challenge her with her most loathed activity. Hardly inspired. She nodded tersely. She would never pass up a challenge. Unfortunately, Bianca knew that only too well.

"Excellent. Well. Let's get to it." Bianca turned and released the restraints on Enid's wrists. "Let's get you ready, pup." She nodded at the waiting figure behind her and Enid felt the chains around her waist loosen as her ankles were released. She was gently levitated from the seat, and invisible hands pulled at her clothes, undressing her. She squealed in surprise but didn't resist, instead letting herself experience weightlessness for the first time. Once she was bare, she was gently lowered to the floor to stand in front of Bianca.

"So pretty," Bianca breathed. "Ok, pup. I'm gonna need you to help with trouble over there," she waved at Wednesday. "Get her naked and warmed up for us like a good girl. Put on a show for us. Can you do that?"

Enid nodded eagerly, turning sharply towards her bound girlfriend. The psychic's restraints were invisibly removed, freeing her just as her wolf approached and pulled her up out of the chair. The short seer's hands rose to slot into Enid's hips. "Ah-ah, Cupcake, no touching." Bianca tutted, smacking her hands away. "Only Enid and I get to lay hands today." Wednesday glared but didn't lift her hands again.

Enid glanced at Bianca questioningly as she reached towards the gag in the raven's mouth. The siren nodded once, and the eager wolf pulled the obstruction free. She didn't hesitate to kiss her deeply, their tongues tangling in an intimate dance. Wednesday's hands itched to rise and hold her wolf; her composure only kept due to the many, many hours of subbing for her and Bianca. Colorful claws glided up her back under her soft sweater, raising gooseflesh in their wake.

Her clothes were softly removed, one by one piling up on the floor next to her chair. She could feel the warmth spreading through her as Enid kissed and nipped her all over, but stubbornly she kept her moans trapped, only to be unleashed for her mistresses in the privacy of their room.

"I can't hear you, Cupcake," the siren teased from her side, a hand gripping her hip just as Enid took her nipple into her warm mouth. Stubbornly, she refused to utter a sound. "Enid; make her sing for me, like a good girl." Enid sank to her knees to plant a searing kiss on her pubis, pushing against the bone with a grinding pressure.

Wednesday let loose a throaty groan as Enid sucked her clit into her mouth. The wolf suckled it like one of the lolly pops she was so fond of, drawing it in and releasing it slowly in a slow rhythm that had the seer's knees buckling. She instinctively moved her hands to fist the blonde locks, only for Bianca to grasp her wrists tightly with a light glare. "Ah-ah. No hands, Cupcake."

Wednesday curled her fists helplessly, her mouth falling open to pant and moan as Enid continued the slow, torturous assault on her sensitive nub. The wolf leaned forward, causing a gasp among the cloaked spectators. Bianca glanced down in confusion, only then noticing the fluffy white cottontail seated above Enid's butt.

"Are you… are you wearing a plug?" she asked, her eyes refusing to believe what she was seeing.

"Mm-hmm," the wolf hummed her affirmation straight into Wednesday, causing a cry to fall from the brunette's lips, her hands flexing in Bianca's grip.

"Did you know what was happening tonight?" Bianca asked, looking around suspiciously.

"Uhmm-uhmm." Wednesday nearly collapsed at the denial, leaning heavily against the siren. Her legs shook even harder when she felt the intrusion of Enid's fingers sliding into her and rubbing against her g-spot. Enid loved making her quake before denying her release; this was gearing up to be the hardest challenge she would face.

"Tsk, puppy, don't you think that might be too much? We wouldn't want her to come before her challenge."

"Hmmhm." Enid agreed but didn't pull her fingers out, instead just stilling them in her, letting the seer clench around them with every suck and lick. Wednesday was too far gone to notice when her legs gave out completely, only coming back to awareness when her clit was released to find herself sitting on the siren's lap on the chair she had just vacated, her wrists still pinned in a firm hand. "Are you ready, Cupcake? Looks like Enid did a very good job." She drew her other hand down between the raven's thighs, her fingers trailing up her soaked folds.

"Mmh." Wednesday needed to regain control of the situation and thus she turned to her trusty method; being a brat to Bianca in hopes of getting tamed. "Are you comfortable in that chair, Barclay? How did it feel to submit for your own initiation? Did it awaken something in you? Perhaps you wish to join us lowly initiates again, since you have taken my place."

The siren scowled at the disrespectful sub, keeping her wrists tight in her grasp as she snapped her other hand twice to command the "spirits". Immediately, ghostly hands were summoned upon Wednesday's flesh, groping at her tits, ass, and vulva; pinching, pulling, and even somehow phantom licking. The bit gag was levitated into her open mouth as higher and higher moans spilled out. One ghostly hand drifted lower to her aching cunt, teasing her entrance before penetrating her with two fingers.

Down where she had been left kneeling, Enid fared no better. Wednesday could see through her haze as her breasts moved with the imprint of the invisible hands, touching all of Enid's favorite spots. One daring hand even took the liberty of smacking her behind for the viewing pleasure of the crowd.

Bianca's sultry voice emanated from right behind the seer's ear. "Shall we get your mistress to give us a private show, Cupcake?" When the seer nodded eagerly, a shimmering blue apparition was created in front of Enid's pubis – a girthy dildo ready for her to ride. "Well, buttercup, give her a ride for us."

Enid did not hesitate, lifting herself easily onto the tip and slowly fucking herself with it inch by delectable inch. Wednesday could not pry her eyes away even as she herself was fucked now at the same speed as Enid was going on her toy. The wolf's eyes sparkled with mischief as she bottomed out and sat on it for a second, her expression one of pure bliss. Wednesday felt the hand thrusting into her bottom out and stay there as well. As Enid started to move, so did the fingers; slow at first, building them both up, and then fast as the wolf bounced on the strap for them. She leaned back on her hands while sliding herself along the blue shimmering dick, now shiny with her slick.

Wednesday did not bother trying to close her mouth around the gag anymore, moans spilling out of her like music. Bianca seemed to be enjoying the show just as much as the participants, as her own hand sneaked down behind Wednesday's ass and onto her own pussy. "Mm, you are doing so well, girls." Enid moaned loud and low, shaking all over as her first orgasm blew through her. A small puddle of slick started forming right under her gushing cunt. The toy disappeared momentarily, leaving her quivering pussy leaking as she rode her out her climax. One stern look from Bianca had it reappear, this time thrusting itself into Enid rapidly.

"Oh, start the timer. Thanks for the freebie, pet." Enid gasped up in betrayed shock, but the expression quickly turned into an 'oh' when her second orgasm hit her like a freight train as she almost leaned fully back, collapsing onto her elbows with her pussy exposed to the domme and seer in all its glory.

Wednesday's mounting pleasure was just about to spill out when the fingers pulled out of her, instead focusing on her ass. She felt the cold sensation of lube being applied as her anus was poked softly, a single thin digit entering her slowly while Enid howled with a third orgasm.

The wolf's legs had been grasped and eased into the air, held up and open as the ephemeral strap pounded into her, her cute pompom tail just peeking from underneath her. She screamed as another pair of barely visible hands moved to tug at her tits, stretching them and squishing them while teasing her nipples. She tensed as liquid spurted from around the enormous spectral cock filling her, messily soaking her cottontail.

Wednesday gaped as she watched the rabbit-tail begin to move, steadily being tugged by an unseen hand before it was allowed to pop back into Enid's needy anus. Her roommate bucked as the third orgasm continued with the extra stimulation, her muscled stomach undulating as the plug was toyed with.

To match her beleaguered mistress, she felt the finger in her ass begin to pump steadily in and out. Strangely, rather than become accustomed to the sensation, each inward thrust gave her the same delicious burst of painful pleasure. She writhed on Bianca's lap, unable to get used to the sensation.

"Oh, Cupcake. I see you've met the Nightshade Special." Bianca crooned into her ear. "One of the previous members came up with it – penetration that keeps giving. Each thrust, just slightly deeper, the girth slightly wider. It's ingenious. The tiniest of increments and yet…" she paused to let Wednesday groan low and long "– as you can see, the rewards are enormous. Do you want to know the best bit? Apparently, it was devised between two previous members who were also roommates. One of them was our own dear Headmistress…"

The groan from Wednesday's mouth was far from pleasure at that thought. She knew who Weems had roomed with and that knowledge sent a wave of revulsion through her. However, she wasn't able to hold that thought as Bianca thrust up into her, moaning into her ear as she tipped herself over the edge with her enthusiastic masturbation. Wednesday squeezed her eyes shut to block out the sight of the two women sandwiching her, giving in to their climaxes – a luxury she could not allow herself.

Meanwhile, Enid was suffering the opposite problem. Since her first climax, the stimulation had been merciless. She couldn't remember ever coming so many times in such short order. The assault was relentless but calculated. After each orgasm, the 'ghosts' changed tactics, stimulating different areas of her body so she was unable to get acclimatised to any single sensation.

Currently, she was being fucked with her own butt plug. She'd worn it on a whim and a bit of a personal dare, knowing that her roommate's investigations often ended crawling through forgotten spaces. The opportunity to have her taciturn sub and girlfriend stuttering at the sight as she 'accidentally' flashed her cute little bunny tail had been to good to pass up. Unfortunately, the fucking she was receiving was also too good… she screamed as another climax ripped through her. Vaguely, she registered appreciative groans from the hooded audience as they presumably found their own release, the rustling of robes giving away their non-passive participation.

Wednesday heard Enid's scream and made the mistake of opening her eyes to see the werewolf thrashing on the floor, her claws gouging into stone. The sight caused something in her to burn with want, and it was all she could do resist as the telekinetic finger-cum-phallus continued to ravage her, still gradually enlarging within her poor arsehole. She had no idea how large it was now, all she knew was that it wasn't going to give her a second of reprieve to acclimatise to the endless stretch.

Bianca had come back to herself somewhat, realising that the little psychic on her lap had fallen silent, her body tense but for the rocking caused by her anal pounding. Curious, she pulled her forward by the wrists, allowing her to glimpse down to witness the 'Nightshade Special' in action. She watched in fascination as the almost invisible ghostly digit ploughed relentlessly in and out of the perfect hole. The ring of flesh pulled and puckered; had she been inclined, she could have tipped the helpless raven forward to watch the transparent shaft opening her up, but she was enraptured by the sight of tan butthole stretched to almost an inch across, gradually stretching further. Bianca could certainly get used to this kind of show – she would certainly be repeating it in the future.

In front of them, Enid had been flipped, now on her knees; face down, ass up. The puddle underneath her had been growing with every subsequent orgasm, now a slow but steady dribble down her legs. Wednesday seemed to be faring no better, her face flushed with the effort of not cumming. Looking off to the side, Bianca was signaled by one of the members for the time; just shy of two minutes left for her girls.

Enid came again with a guttural moan as a hard slap cracked against her cute pink ass. Behind her, the crowd saw her clenching onto the now knotted dildo as it picked up the pace, finally slipping into her messy cunt just as the last second slipped away. She shook noiselessly, now stuffed full and utterly spent as the assault on her senses stopped.

The translucent hand in Wednesday's ass disappeared, slowly inching out of her first. Bianca slid her fingers into her subject's aching cunt and slowly teased her, pumping in and out with torturous slowness. "Cupcake, open your eyes." She placed a kiss under her jaw.

Gathering all her willpower, Wednesday opened her eyes; she didn't remember closing them again. It hadn't mattered; she could hear, smell, and even taste Enid's and Bianca's arousal all around her. She teetered on the edge of orgasm, one word away from it. "Good girl. Enid, how many times did you come, sweetness?" Enid looked up at them. She hadn't moved, likely couldn't.

"erhdms," came her muffled response.

"Hmm, we can circle back to that; see if you broke any records, pup. Would you like a reward, honey?" Hazy blue eyes immediately sharpened at the prospect. The siren signaled her to approach with one finger, not letting go of the seer's wrists just yet; she had captured her prey, so she was due the reward.

Enid propped herself up on shaky hands and crawled her way in between Bianca's legs, her gaze stuck hypnotically on the steady pumping of dark fingers into Wednesday's soaked pussy. "You get a feast, Sinclair. Eat her up like she is your last meal for me."

Enid seemed to revive at the request, quickly diving in as Bianca withdrew her fingers. She was pleased to note she could still see the peak of sodden white fluff just over the valley of her ass, and below it, the knotted dildo bulged out of her, comfortably wedged in.

Wednesday jumped at the first lick, all her muscles tense as she held her orgasm. The next few laps had her gasping and groaning through gritted teeth.

"Mm, such a good little kitty, holding yourself back. I think you've also earned your position here, Cupcake." Bianca stroked her cheek, turning her face to face with her. Her dark eyes were slowly inching closed again, tears welling from the effort of restraint. "Enid, wait just a moment pup," the siren instructed. With a puppy-like whine, the wolf obeyed, although clearly reluctantly.

Bianca cupped the petite Latina's cheek, staring deep into her eyes. "You've done so well, Cupcake. Now, come for me." Wednesday stared back at her, too far gone to parse the words, her gaze a silent plea. Bianca nodded, her expression soft. "You can come. Good girl."

At those simple words and with no other stimulation, an almighty spasm ripped through the raven as Wednesday broke apart on her Queen's lap. Her eyes rolled back, spine arching beautifully. Bianca held her secure, arms wrapped around her convulsing frame. At the siren's signal, Enid moved back in to coax her overworked girlfriend through wave after wave of scalding ecstasy. Wednesday would later swear she had died there, wrapped in a warm embrace with her girlfriend's tongue deep in her.

The crowd around them disappeared as her world grew smaller, now just warm skin around her and the endless sea of her pent-up pleasure. Warm soft hands held her, soft words murmured against her salty skin. She was too far gone to notice as the room grew emptier, and she was cocooned in a familiar double embrace. With one last searing peak, her eyes rolled back and she fell into a warm darkness.

Later on she would awaken in her dorm, between her girlfriend and her mistress, to be congratulated on her successful initiation. Enid would squeal and jump around, planning their inaugural entrance while Bianca quietly plotted their next escapade. And while they wouldn't get her to admit it, Wednesday would watch them both with a fond stare and feel a sense of pride and safety that was long overdue.

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Wednesday moaned deeply, unable to cry out as her clit was mercilessly suckled by her siren mistress. Her moan elicited a similar sound from Enid, as it was the wolf's clitoris that was muffling her. In turn, Bianca groaned as Enid's grumbles reverberated through her core. The three lay top to tail in a salacious triangle, each with their heads buried between another's legs.

Bianca chuckled into the raven's cunt as she cut her eyes to the helpless position of her paramours. Wednesday was arched sideways in a hogtie, her wrists and ankles pulled together. More rope connected her upper arms to the Enid's ankles and thighs, placing the wolf in an open-legged frog tie. The blonde's arms were bound behind her, her finger tips just able to tangle in the the dark tresses of the seer.

Most delectably, two sets of chains intertwined between the two, each ending in a pair of wicked nipple clamps. Wednesday's left teat was stretched, tethered to Enid's right nipple, and vice versa. The two were helplessly interlinked. Wednesday had no means to escape her place between her roommate's spread thighs, and Enid was unable to move away.

Bianca lay between the two. She was highly motivated to keep lapping and sucking at the perfect tan valley before her, as every squeal and moan she forced elicited the same response from the wolf, who was herself trapped with Bianca's thighs pressing around her ears. The siren set back to work, sucking hard at the swollen nub and drinking from the seemingly endless nectar that continued to pool from the clenching hole of the trembling raven…

Wednesday moaned deeply, unable to cry out as her clit was mercilessly suckled by her siren mistress...

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Wednesday had a gift for her girlfriends. Or rather several. The holidays used to only bring her annoyance at all the excessive cheer, earwormy nonsensical songs, and don't even mention the people trying to spread the good word. It was, in a nutshell, the worst season of them all; she couldn't even enjoy the frigidity and darkness in peace without being assaulted by colorful lights in every direction. But it did have one upside; she could spoil Enid and Bianca rotten. And thus the multitude of gifts.

She had set up Enid's and her dorm with them under the tree the wolf had insisted upon before they all left for the festivities. She hadn't seen her girlfriends in close to a month due to leaving early for her own family traditions, and though she wouldn't admit it out loud she had missed them dearly.

The door slammed open, barely giving Wednesday time to brace herself against the tackle hug that followed it. The colorful blur being Enid, of course. Bianca sauntered in behind her, chuckling at the image of their tiny dark raven being hoisted up and spun by an overeager Enid.

"Alright, pup put her down, I want a chance to kiss her before she pukes." The siren took hold of Wednesday as soon as she was set down, deeply kissing her. Enid did not resist and peppered kisses along her neck as Bianca swallowed her low moan. They walked her backwards towards one of the beds, Enid sitting first, and ending with a lap full of their flustered cupcake.

"As much as I would love a proper greeting, my loves, I have gifts for you, and a dinner booked before that as an informal Christmas celebration. Especially given I had to leave so early for the holidays."

"OH EM GEE, thank you, Nes! Where are we going, ohhh, can I get some steak? Pretty please? And after, you for dessert? And pie. Pie then you. It's been almost a month; I miiiissss youuuuuu." the wolf squealed, her excitement for food and sex uncontained.

Wednesday stared at Bianca from the clutches of their rainbow, a silent question directed at her. While Enid was effusive, this was a level of it that exceeded her norm.

"I might have let her eat some extra holiday sweets today. Oops," the siren fidgeted. "And she needs to run; we, ah, might have stayed in a few days binging some Christmas movies."

"Ughhhh! I had enough running with the pack back with my family. I just wanted a cuddle with my siren. Is that so bad?" While Wednesday couldn't see her face from her place on Enid's lap, she knew without a doubt her puppy eyes had come out to play. It was a frequently used ploy that never ceased to work or amaze. They were weak to her cute expression, and by the look of fondness on Bianca's face, she was going to win again.

"You are so lucky you're cute when you pout, Enid," Bianca sighed, a sweet smile on her face.

Yes, Wednesday had missed them. And if a small smile tugged at her lips, well, nobody had to know… outside of the room, of course. Enid had spotted it and squealed for a minute straight before they managed to lure her to dinner with the promise of an enormous steak.

Their return from dinner was topped only by the gifts given. Wednesday had outdone everyone accidentally, but the girls didn't seem to mind and were contentedly admiring their respective gifts.

One of the memorable gifts Enid had received had been a modern polaroid camera, a thoughtful gift that Bianca and Wednesday had planned to get her both for her personal hobby as a fashion photographer and for their more risqué activities. She had already used one half cartridge just for "Christmas pictures."

Bianca had received many presents from both of her girlfriends. Among them, Wednesday had insisted on getting her new devices for school that her scholarship would not cover, but the gift that had made her happiest had been a simple chain with a small charm. It interlocked with a matching one that Enid had been gifted to create a key that fit into the keyhole of a bracelet that Wednesday presented to the pair in a plush velvet box. The bangle was formed of three braided strands, each with a line of color to tie them all together: pink, blue, and black enmeshed, one for each of them. On the inside was an inscription. Wednesday had translated it for them as it was written in Spanish, it said: Tres cuerpos, un alma; three bodies, one soul. Wednesday had wordlessly offered her wrist for the pair to fasten the cuff together, locking it in place before she separated the two pendants and reverently adorned her lovers with the amulets.

Bianca was not ashamed to admit that she had cried at that, and in the warm embrace of her two girls, she felt so wanted. They (mostly Enid, with Wednesday's serious gaze beside her) had explained wanting to reassure her of her position in the relationship despite having entered last, a sentiment which she had expressed previously in one of their 'feelings conversation'. The talks were a staple occurrence, with Enid acting as translator for Wednesday's still stiff emotional expressions. They had reassured her that the custom jewellery set served as a permanent physical reminder that she had them both. Forever.

Wednesday had enjoyed her gifts immensely. Some of them were obviously for all of them to enjoy, either on her or used for her, promising new and creative ways for her two girlfriends and mistresses to worship her and accept her devoted submission. She also got some black and white striped mints with a little tag that titled them "for our little humbug", clearly a funny pun from Bianca. And Enid had made her a new fuzzy oversized sweater that had immediately become her new favorite.

As Enid was currently posing them in front of the tree for a picture, the seer decided to give them her final gift. She had been eagerly waiting for it for the whole month, having got it the same day she left, and had thought about it ever since.

She waited til Enid finished taking their picture to tell them. "I have one last gift for you two."

"Is it a new dress on you?" Enid pouted. "Because that thing is soo frumpy. And it's in all my pictures. Seriously, we have such a sexy girlfriend and we can't even see you in all that black." Bianca hummed in agreement at the wolf's animated comment. Wednesday knew full well of Enid's dislike of this particular dress – last time she wore it, its integrity had been threatened by colorful claws after all – a fact she had counted on.

"Perhaps you can help me choose one more suited to your tastes – within reason. But no, that is not the gift, although the dress is part of the wrapping." Her lovers looked at each other with glee, lust growing in their demeanor as they scooted over to the kneeling seer.

"Oh, is that right, Cupcake? Can we take it off you then?" Enid inched her hand up to the white collar, intent on unbuttoning it, but Wednesday grabbed her wrist softly to stop her.

"No beloved, you may not take it off me…" They both pouted as if candy had been yanked right out of their hands. "I want this dress to receive the same treatment as all the wrappings on Enid's presents." She turned towards Enid and clarified what she meant, even though they had all witnessed what Enid had done to the colorful papers. "Rip it off me, loba."

While Wednesday had expected an enthusiastic response, she hadn't anticipated being hauled up and almost slammed into one of the columns as Enid assaulted her tongue with hers. A loud rip preceded the death of the dress, the remains of the neck pooling around her shoulders. Her chest heaved with her uncontained moans as Enid lost no time in devouring her neck in kisses and nips. Bianca remained on her spot by the tree like the queen she was, although her pose was the opposite of relaxed. She kneeled watching her girls like a predator ready to pounce, her lower lip caught between perfect pearly whites.

"I'm going to devour you Wednesday," Enid murmured against her flushed collarbone, her claws caught in the material of the dress, but not yet ripping it further.

"Enid…" husked Bianca, clearly just as affected as her lovers. "Rip it some more, I miss those perfect little tits. Then I want you to tease her nipples until she can't stand for me." The evil glint in her eye and her smile told Wednesday all that she needed to know about what was to come this perfect night.

The dress was no match for Enid's colorful claws as she stood back a step to fully rip it off her delectable little present. What lay under brought Bianca immediately out of her distant position and into the seer's space, both her and Enid's hands ghosting above the cute bow that wrapped her breasts, concealing her nipples. "Aww, you wrapped up with a little bow… you are soo cute, Nessieeeeeeeee."

"And the lingerie looks gorgeous, I ought to bend you over to admire it a bit more, Cupcake. But first, what's up with the bow? Nothing you do is unintentional." The siren's eyes narrowed, a smirk painting her lips. She was caught by the deep blues that stared at her questioningly.

Wednesday felt all her muscles slowly untense as she gave herself fully to her dommes."You'll have to find out, mi sirena." She whispered.

Almost reverently, both wolf and siren reached up to the bow tails and pulled. The bow fell soundlessly just as their jaws dropped at the reveal. In each tan nipple, a small dark barbell pierced through, perfect, glossy, and slightly iridescent metal greeted them.

"Woah!" was Enid's eloquent response. A small lustful whine left her throat. "I wanna put them in my mouth so bad." As she approached with clear intentions, Bianca's soft palm collided with her open mouth, pushing her back with little complaint. Enid would always be Bianca's good pup, even if she had the most delectable meal set in front of her and she was starving.

"Wait, pup. Wednesday, when did you get these?" She didn't sound like she was about to touch her; this made something turbulent bubble up in the seer. Did Bianca not approve?

"You don't like them?" Her voice was soft, on the edge of upset.

Immediately, she was caressed and the domme brought her closer into a half hug, the wolf taking the other side, almost draped over her in a delicious pressure. "No, Cupcake, that's not it at all. I just don't want to hurt you. I know these take a long time to heal, love. Can't have Enid's puppy mouth on them 'til they're fully healed."

"Hey!" A playful smack landed on her arm, earning a chuckle.

"They're healed, for you to play in every way. I got them the day I left and had Grandmama prepare a healing potion. Plus, we Addamses heal fast; a month has been more than sufficient."

"Hmm, I need more than your word on it, Cupcake."

"I can take them out and show you the holes," Wednesday offered flatly, as if it were the most normal thing in the world.

"Ok – piercings are very sexy, but do not show me the holes. Ever! Ew ew ew! Nes, please!"

Bianca and Wednesday shared an amused look before the seer began unscrewing one of the balls. "Look away, pup." Enid hid her face in Wednesday's neck with an eep, narrowly avoiding seeing the barbell come out. Bianca inspected the holes with a satisfied hmm. "Ok, they do look healed. But the first sign of infection, and they're not getting touched for three months. Understood?"

Wednesday huffed. She loved a mild infection. Watching immunological warfare up close and personal was practically a hobby. "Yes, my Queen." She carefully replaced the bar, poking it through with more care than she might have without Bianca's ultimatum. Once she had screwed the ball back on, she looked up tentatively at her two girlfriends. "Do you… do you like them?"

Bianca's gaze darkened as Enid literally licked her lips. "No," she growled, "we love them." As if choreographed, the two surged forward, each enclosing a newly-adorned teat into their hungry mouths.

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Wednesday tested her bonds, tugging at the ropes that bound her spreadeagle on the red room floor. There was a bit of give, but she couldn't move from the starfish pose she found herself in.

"Comfy, Cupcake?" Bianca purred.

"Would you untie me if I said no?" she asked, despite already knowing the answer.

"Of course not. We all know you thrive on discomfort." The siren smirked down at her from where she was fiddling with the contraption that hung above her restrained subject. A wooden cross frame was suspended by the same four ropes that wrapped each of the raven's limbs. Each arm of the frame was festooned with a number of unlit black and white candles, held in place by spikes driven through the wood. Some of the candles were decidedly askew, leaning drunkenly in a most tantalizing way.

The door creaked open, and Enid stepped in, taking a moment to appreciate Bianca's work.

"Hey, babes. Is this my surprise, Bee? Our Cupcake dressed up all pretty?" She knelt beside the immobilised seer, running a finger along her restrained bicep. Wednesday felt something in her flutter at the innocuous action, already drifting on the edge of the delicious haze of submission. Being bound, helpless, and at the mercy of the two women she loved fiercely was the most liberating experience. She let a little moan spill from her.

"Oh, so you'll moan for Wolfy, but I just get snark?" Bianca poked her in the side with her toe. Wednesday flinched with a little gasp, which prompted a chuckle from the ebony domme. "It always surprises me that you're ticklish, Cupcake. Whips, floggers, chains – not a sound from you. But this…?" she poked the taut ribs again, earning a little squeak, "…hmm. Never gets old."

"Don't be mean, Bee," chided the wolf, stroking Wednesday's head soothingly. "Let her keep face until she falls apart under whatever this is." She gestured around them, encompassing the ropes and make-shift candelabra.

Bianca sighed, but was distracted by a polite knock at the door. "Ah! Right on time!" She remarked.

Wednesday looked up at her quizzically. "Is someone else joining us?" She wasn't opposed to additional parties during scenes, any shame or embarrassment long worn out of her, but she had been looking forward to spending some quality play time with her paramours.

"Don't worry, Cupcake. I don't want to share you with anyone else today. No, this is just preparations. Enid, love? How would you like to play today? Heads or tails?"

Enid looked assessingly at their helpless sub. "Hmm. Heads."

Bianca nodded, passing her a dark piece of fabric. "Alright. Once we start, you need to put this over her face. For safety. Ok, Cupcake?" She looked down at Wednesday, the stature and expression letting the seer know that this was her first check-in.

"Yes, my Queen. Green."

"Good girl. Alright. We're going to begin. You good, Wolfy?"

Enid nodded eagerly, already kneeling by Wednesday's head."Yes, Bee. Green."

The siren moved to the door, opening it to a somewhat nervous-looking redhead. "Daphne. Thanks for this. I'll owe you a favour. I just need you to light all the candles in the room. Right now."

The pyro girl peeked through the door, eyes widening at the sight, before looking higher at the candles. "Can I stay? For the favour?"

"Sorry. Not today. This is quality girlfriend time. Another time, though. I'll let you know." Daphne nodded understandingly before clicking her fingers and walking away.

At the snap, each candle sprang aflame. Bianca closed the door and moved to kneel between Wednesday's spread legs. She ran her hands along the pale tan thighs. "So, Cupcake, here's the thing. Any moment now, those candles are going to start dripping hot wax. As you can see, you're all roped up to the holder. So I'm guessing I don't need to tell you that any pulling at those ropes is gonna mean more wax falling. With me so far?"

Wednesday rolled her eyes. As if a little hot wax would pose a challenge to her. "Yes, my Queen."

"Good. So, I'm guessing the eye-roll was because you can't see how this is going to pose you any problems, right? Well, let me tell you now, I don't expect the wax to be what has you squirming. Enid? Could you cover Cupcake's face now? We don't want any wax falling in her eyes or anything."

"Sure thing, Bee!" Enid carefully draped the thick, dark cloth over their sub's face. "Ok in there, Nes?"

"Yes, Mistress. I'm green."

Bianca looked satisfied. "Ok, pup. Now's the fun part. I want to see if we can make our little kitten squirm… I'll need you to stay up by her face to make sure the cloth stays in place. We can swap at any point if you want to change scenery, though. Oh! And stay back from under the candles – don't want to get wax in your fur…"

"Got it! Wednesday, open up…" Wednesday felt long fingers slide under the cloth to her lips. Obediently, she opened her mouth, letting the digits slip in. She sucked, rolling her tongue around them, tasting the slight earthiness of Enid's scent, and the light floral notes of her hand cream. She hummed happily as she dutifully worshiped her mistress's hand.

A moment later, Bianca slid a hand up to her apex, brushing against her labia with a soft touch. With her sight hidden, Wednesday revelled in the unseen touch, fully at ease in her lovers' care.

Suddenly, a pinpoint of hot pain erupted on her midriff, causing her to gasp. She realised it was the first drop of wax, the candles starting to melt, and gravity working to deposit the heated liquid onto her pale skin. A second drop spattered on the side of her left breast, streaking down her side in flirtatious touch. The brief pain was delicious, and she could feel the residue cooling and drying on her.

"Oh!" Enid exclaimed, looking at the dark starburst of black wax on the trembling canvas of Wednesday's stomach. She wasn't prepared for the feeling of desire it evoked. She looked up to see a similar hunger in the sea-green eyes of the siren. She nodded meaningfully at Bianca's teasing hand.

The siren took her cue, spreading the raven's labia with one hand as she licked her other fingers before bringing them to circle around the little brown bean, making sure to give it a little flick with her nail.

Wednesday jolted as the sting landed on her clit, tugging her limbs instinctively. At once, a rain of wax fell from the chandelier as the ropes were pulled to make it shake and dance. Little beads of heat splayed across her torso, immediately morphing into a different sort of heat in her loins. She groaned around the fingers in her mouth, which responded by pushing down on her tongue. She moaned lustily as Enid palpated her fleshy muscle.

"Beautiful," sighed Bianca, as a bloom of black and white wax flowers blossomed against the olive flesh. "Cupcake, you don't need to hold back. You can come as many times as you want."

"Ahng-oo ih eee," the garbled response came softly around Enid's fingers, causing both dommes to smile fondly with a hint of a smirk. Enid glanced wickedly at where Bianca was still holding back in regard to pleasuring their little goth. She nodded meaningfully. Bianca grinned widely as she moved her hand to tease a finger into the tight entrance. At the same time, Enid moved her fingers to start sliding in and out of the now whimpering mouth, gently fucking it with her hand.

Wednesday tensed as Bianca added another finger, the blindness, the spots of hot pain, and the attention of her mistresses quickly escalating her arousal. The siren knew her craft. She teased in and out, probing deeper with each successive thrust, letting her thumb brush across the sensitive swell of her clit. As she curled her finger just so, Wednesday felt her first wave of climax peak – embarrassingly quickly.

"Already? Oh, Cupcake…" Bianca teased.

Wednesday moaned around Enid's fingers as she tried in vain to close her legs, resulting in another shower of burning wax, which only served to push her higher into her peak. She trembled as her stomach undulated, each movement pulling on the ropes and showering her with more deliciously painful droplets. Before she knew it she was in the throes of a second orgasm, her curses and prayers entangled with Enid's digits.

Bianca pulled her fingers from her clenching vagina, allowing the raven to catch her breath for a moment, only to writhe again as she felt a prod at her back passage. A wet finger poked through her sphincter as she groaned, more wax falling across her bare skin as she tugged her arms futilely.

Enid stroked through black hair with her spare hand but kept her fingers buried in the psychic's mouth. Her eyes rapt as she watched the wax bleed into a greyscale tapestry on her perfect mate's skin; points of black and white pooling and swirling across the planes of her torso.

They continued to tease their little toy, barely speaking but to gasp in admiration as wax created a beautiful artwork on the unblemished skin, and to offer words of encouragement as their submissive writhed and squealed between them.

After countless climaxes in quick succession, Wednesday finally called out, "Eh-o. Eh-o." Immediately, her lovers withdrew their hands, Enid pulling the cloth gently from her face.

Wednesday's eyes were blown, her cheeks flushed, and drool glistened on her lower jaw. Enid couldn't help herself, she cradled the chiselled cheekbones and pressed a kiss to her girlfriend's forehead."You ok?" she murmured.

"Hmmm, yes, m'str'ss," slurred her fucked-out little kitten, head lolling into the strong grasp.

"Fuck me, Cupcake. I haven't seen you come like that in forever. You did so well," Bianca praised, crawling up to sit on her other side.

Wednesday looked at her with warm, fuzzy devotion, and then flinched and hissed as another droplet of wax fell onto her now thoroughly speckled stomach.

"Oh, shit!" The two dommes hastily stood up, pinching out the wicks to avoid blowing more heated wax over their bound sub.

"Sorry, Nessie," Bianca apologised sheepishly, moving to untie one of the smaller woman's outstretched arms.

"S'fine. 'M fine," came the vague response.

Enid chuckled, moving to free Wednesday's ankles. "I think you broke her, Bee. Haven't seen her this out of it since that time she came back from Yoko and Div's… Oh wow! That is a big ol' puddle!"

Bianca snorted. "Lucky I didn't shift in that pool!" She gently folded the now free arm to Wednesday's chest, taking it slow to ease out the sore muscles. Tenderly, she stroked the face as dark eyes watched her drunkenly. "Did you enjoy that, love?"

A beautiful, rare smile pulled the flushed cheeks into dimples. "Si. Mi reina."

Bianca snapped her fingers subtly, drawing Enid's attention to their beautiful, smiling girlfriend.

"Awww!" Enid squealed. "We got the dimples! And Spanish! Aww! You're too cute, Nes!"

"M'not cute." A little grumpy scowl replaced the smile, but was quickly chased away again as both Bianca and Enid leaned in, cradling against her and kissing her gently on each cheek.

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Wednesday categorically hated sand. She hated the texture, how it got everywhere, and how it stuck to her even when dry. Thus, she had refused to even set foot on the sandy hellscape when the girls had dragged her on a beach day. Their solution was for Enid to piggyback her onto the beach, where they set her up with a nice shaded hammock. She could certainly live with this arrangement.

Yoko had since been teasing her nonstop, threatening to bury her up to her neck and give her 'huge boobies'; Enid had assured her her breasts were great, an unnecessary but accepted compliment. She'd also made sure to set up their beach toys very, very far from her sand-free haven, thankfully.

She had a book to keep herself entertained, but as the hours dragged along, she found herself growing more and more restless. Now she found herself trapped in her blasted hammock and surrounded by the enemy, unable to leave without her girlfriends' assistance.

Bianca strolled up to her, beads of seawater glistening on her ebony skin, making her look like the night sky and the stars. "You seem bored, Addams."

"I'm not bored, simply contemplating the best way to dispose of all the sand in the world. And perhaps revenge plans for bringing me into this hellscape."

"I thought kittens loved sand, Cupcake." Wednesday glared at her; that nickname was becoming more and more frequent as time went by.

"I am not a kitten. Let's leave. I'm sure Enid could be entertained away from sand with a hose and a sprinkler." Bianca snorted at the image.

"Well, aren't you grumpy? Maybe you need to take a nap. Lemme into that hammock of yours."

Wednesday glared at her, not moving an inch.

"Cupcake." Bianca scolded, then sighed and went around to rummage in one of their bags. The seer looked away, momentarily chastised. Cold, dewy skin greeted her back as the siren climbed in behind her, drawing a gasp from her.

"Now, the girls are having such a good time, we aren't gonna interrupt them. But lucky for you, I came prepared. You should be able to have some fun too." As the siren's arms encircled her, she felt something hard poke at her thighs and into the space between them.

"Bianca." She gasped, instantly soaked at the prospect of her favorite siren using their newest strap on her. Wednesday had seen it the day it arrived, how Bianca and Enid had admired it before trying it on and subsequently using it to give her an unforgettable pounding. It was a sleek black wearable dildo, no harness required. Wednesday could only imagine how it looked on the siren right now, peeking from between perfect dark labia, nestled in her pink center, her turquoise bikini pulled down or to the side to accommodate the length protruding from her.

She also knew it stimulated the clit of the wearer, so she reached down and tugged on the tip a bit, pushing it up to press up against her own clit.

"Look at you, so eager, kitten. I'm feeling tired from all that frolicking around, though. I think you'll have to do all the work this time. Earn it for yourself." The siren separated a bit from her back, intending to pull down Wednesday's bathing suit strap. "Ah fuck! My bikini is blue. Wait a second, Cupcake." The delectable cool skin left hers as Bianca got out of the hammock. The seer took the chance to turn and observe the beautiful enchantress as she shamelessly stripped off her bikini for all to see, wanting to avoid triggering the seer's allergies. She was statuesque in her physique, all smooth planes of skin with slight patches of shimmering scales peeking through. And as Wednesday had suspected, the strap looked delectable peeking out between her lips, ready for Wednesday to take it whole.

The domme wasted no time getting back behind her and spooning her, the strap once again pressed up to Wednesday's pussy. Her cold hands roamed Wednesday's body now, reaching under the straps to slide them off her shoulders and expose her breasts to the world, her nipples firming in the sea breeze. Wet kisses traveled up her neck as the siren lavished her with attention. "Color, Cupcake?"

"G-green – ah! – my Queen." She couldn't help the moans that spilled out as her nipples were pinched and pulled. She could feel the heat pooling in her gut now, as if the blazing sun had nestled there. Instinctively, she closed her eyes, only to gasp when her chin was grabbed and lifted. "Open your eyes, Cupcake, and look at Enid, doesn't she have the cutest little bottom? Hmm, maybe I'll ask her to bend over for me later while we keep you nicely tied up. Would you like that, kitten?"

Obediently, Wednesday opened her eyes to see Enid running into the surf, her muscular thighs and firm buttocks rippling enticingly in her orange swimsuit. She swallowed hungrily, forgetting that she had been asked a question.

"Did the wolf eat your tongue, kitten?" The siren teased, "Perhaps I should give you something to make some noise about." Her attention shifted from her nipples and went lower, pushing the black swimsuit to the side so the strap could glide against her sodden lips. The raven couldn't help but gasp at the sensation, the tip catching against her clit deliciously as the siren slid back and forth. "You are going to ride me, kitten, just as we are, and I want your eyes on Enid the whole time. Tell me how you would worship her."

"Ah, yes… my queen." Her voice shook. Bianca slid the strap back one last time, the tip resting against the seer's clenching entrance but not moving at all. The message was clear: take your own pleasure or take nothing. Wednesday darted a hand down to hold the shaft in place as she sank onto it, feeling the strap slide achingly slowly into her, inch by inch.

She groaned as in front of her Enid jumped in the water, intercepting a ball thrown at her by Divina. As the wolf landed she bent over; her cute swimsuit was less efficient than Wednesday thought at covering her - she got a glimpse of a bit of darker pink peeking between the fabric and her lover's creamy thigh.

Without any hesitation she slipped the toy fully in, gasping at the delicious stretch as it stuffed her full. Imagining what she would do to Enid. A loud smack rebounded on her ass. "You're misbehaving kitten." warned the siren. "Tell me what you're picturing. Use that big writer's brain for me. Don't start moving until you've started talking."

"Yes… yes, my Queen." She stilled, clenching around the girthy phallus. "I… I want to taste her, my queen. I want to take that ridiculous pink clitoris and suck it into my mouth."

"Mmm. Good. You can move. Keep talking, though." The warning was left unsaid.

"I - anh!" Her lips dragged up the shaft, the friction channeling straight to her core. "I'd lick at it, worry it like meat stuck in my teeth… oh!" The spark of pain as she bottomed out made her gasp. "And then… I'd bite at it. Just a nibble, in my, in my teeth - drive her wild…" Bianca hummed appreciatively, tugging at her little author's teats and thrusting up a little, despite her best intentions.

Enid, oblivious to what was happening on the hammock, pitched another throw of the ball. Wednesday could see her breasts peeking from her gorgeous profile, bouncing as she moved with an athlete's grace and a wolf's instincts.

"Ne- next," she panted at the slight thrust, continuing her movement, " I would- mmh- caress her legs, di-dive deeper how she likes it ah." Bianca couldn't help but thrust again, too tempted by the enchanting sounds.

"Mm, so good, kitten. Maybe we should call her over so you can eat her out while I make you sing, hmm?" Bianca picked up the pace, her slow thrusts gaining momentum as the hammock started swinging slightly. Sweat beaded up as Wednesday's breath shortened, her own hand grapes and firmly guided to her clit in a silent command. Obediently, she started to circle the already swollen nub.

Enid loved the beach, every aspect of it; the sand, the sun, the ocean. She was having a grand time, save for her little kitten of a girlfriend hiding away in the hammock because of her absurd dislike of sand. She wanted to run around with her and swim. Though she could respect her feelings, understanding probably better than Wednesday herself that it was likely to do with her sensory sensitivities. Still, it was a shame and felt like an opportunity missed.

Right now, she was enjoying a game Yoko had made up on the spot. the rules were silly and inconsistent, but as she got to throw a ball around in the sea, it didn't matter much. Plus, smacking the vampire in the face a couple of times with it had been hilarious.

Bianca had walked away after the third rule change and had yet to return; she was probably watching them be silly anyway. So far, Enid was still winning, and as soon as she won over the other couple, she would go brag to her cute raven and perhaps get a victory kiss or two, perfect day.

She had just pitched a throw when a noise caught her attention. It sounded like Wednesday? Then she smelled it; deliciously musky, her lover's arousal hit her like a truck. And then a ball hit her face with the same force, tossing her ass first into the shallow water. She sat dazedly for a second, now able to hear all the little squeaks and cute moans. Faintly, she could hear Bianca teasing Wednesday about being noticed. Oh, she had noticed all right. A glance to the left confirmed it when she spotted the slight movement of the hammock, no longer swaying with the breeze but rather a more forceful kind of movement.

Wednesday held on to the edge of it for dear life, one of her perky breasts barely visible above the fabric. Behind her, Bianca held her and murmured in her ear, just loud enough that Enid could hear every salacious word with her lupine ears. The siren's stark blue eyes moved to her, glinting with mischief. A silent invitation to approach.

Enid didn't walk up calmly as she would have liked. No, she scrambled, all flailing limbs and no grace, up to the hammock. She dropped to her knees in front of them and took Wednesday's small hand into her own, placing it on her chest as she watched entranced. Cheekily, Bianca grabbed the seer's leg and lifted it, exposing the action for Enid. The black toy plunged in and out of their sub with increasing speed.

Wednesday was flushed, no longer able to string coherent words together. All she knew was the pleasure of the strap and her own fingers, now paired with Enid's warmth nearby. Her wolf gazed at her, hunger in her eyes, while she fell apart.

"Oooh, did we bring an exhibitionist to the beach?" Yoko piped up behind her, now privy to the activities going on at the seer's hideout. "Hey, Bianca, open her legs a bit more, I wanna see too." Divina smacked her ass from behind her while she rummaged around their bags, completely ignoring them. "Don't be cheeky, baby, or I will have to punish you later."

"Mm, they aren't wrong, kitten. You were so eager when I took out your toy, babygirl. I didn't even have to ask you to prep yourself." She turned her attention to Enid as she said, "She took me down to the base just by looking at your cute ass wolfy." Wednesday couldn't feel the shame about it at the moment; she was too far gone in it. She could feel the heat pooling more and more with each goading comment, each thrust driving her that much closer to the brink.

Warm fingers replaced her own, flicking her clit in time with the thrusts. Wednesday couldn't hold it in any longer, her orgasm washed over her just like the waves had over her lovers, leaving her shaking in he embrace of her siren, her wolf just by her side murmuring sweet words in her ear as she rode out the swell of her climax.

Even Wednesday could admit the beach excursion had its merits.

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Smack! Wednesday writhed as the lycan-enhanced blow landed on her already cherry-red arse. Between the intermittency of the blows and the fact she had been edged since the start of the count, she had lost track of what number she was on.

"Thir- thirteen! Thank you, Mistress."

"Oh… have you forgotten how to count?" Sharp claws dragged over her inflamed buttock, making her thrash and moan.

"N- no Mistress! J- just hard to concentrate." The blindfold definitely wasn't helping. She had no visual distractions from the overwhelming onslaught of constant arousal and punishing strikes.

"Oh, so it's my fault, is it?" Enid breathed menacingly into her ear, all the while fucking into her pussy with the strap. She had pinned the smaller woman over a bench, her arms outstretched to hold the edges of the table like a pinned moth.

"No! No, Mistress. M- my mistake. I'm sorry, Mistress."

Enid pulled the strap out, leaving her sub twitching and spasming as she gasped great lungfuls of air. "Hmmm. Maybe we should start again. I'm worried about your memory. Remind me why you're being punished."

"I… I came without permission, Mistress."

Smack! "Without permission? That's not quite how I recall it."

"Aaaah. I'm sorry, Mistress. I mean, I came when you had instructed me not to, Mistress."

"See, you do remember," Enid purred. Wednesday flinched as a cold, wet finger was pressed to her anus. "And it's not a mistake you're going to repeat, is it?"

"No, Mistress. Ungh!" The finger slid through the tight ring of muscles, easing in and out. She also felt the familiar tingle that indicated the wolf had chosen to use the mentholated lube, little currents awakening her nerve endings. She clenched her legs instinctively.

"Relax," instructed the wolf. Obediently, she untensed her muscles, allowing another finger entrance. "Good girl." The praise had her moaning again as a surge of heat flashed through her loins.

"Hmmm. You do know what happens if you come again, don't you?" her Mistress chided gently.

"Yes, yes, Mistress. You'll lock me in chastity for a week."

"Right. At the minute it's only 'til the end of the day, but I can easily change that."

"Yes, Mistress. Huhmmmm." A third finger stretched her arsehole, the pain as damning as the pleasure it evoked. Either or both could send her toppling over the edge of climax. She held herself on the precipice, as the fingers squelched in and out. Once the fingers could slip in and out without resistance, Enid withdrew, wiping the residue onto her sub's blazing bum cheek which elicited as squeal as the minty liquid activated the punished nerve endings.

A sputtering squelch and a 'slick-slick' noise was all the warning Wednesday got before the strap was thrust deep into her arse in one bold move. She cried out, tears soaking into the blindfold as her body tried to wring a forbidden orgasm from her. She grasped the edge of the bench as if it could be the tether that prevented her from tumbling over the edge.

Enid held still for a few moments, letting her writhe and mewl where she was impaled on the lengthy strap. As Wednesday's whines lowered in pitch and volume, the domme grabbed her beaten arse cheeks firmly and set about pounding her efficiently, pulling out almost entirely before driving back in with a force that punched the raven's breath from her lungs.

"uuuuuggghgghhggh-ugh-uhg-guh-muh-muh-mistress! Please! Please! Ah! Ah! Clo-clo-close!" pleaded the quaking seer.

Crack! Another wolf-strength blow landed on her right arse cheek, forcing a shriek.

"Hold it," growled the blonde. She pulled out entirely. "Three…" she drove forwards with everything she had, bringing another slap onto the left cheek. "Two…" Another brutal thrust, another blow that had Wednesday garbling out pleas and prayers. "One!" The final slap was with both hands. Wednesday convulsed as the cock thrust in one last time and was held as she desperately tried and failed not to grind back against it, keening a mix of swearwords and the title 'Mistress'.

"Did you come?" The wolf asked sternly.

"No! No… ah! Aahgh. No. Mistress." Wednesday panted, still futilely writhing on the end of her domme's cock, feet sliding against the floor as her legs failed to support her.

"Good." Enid pulled out in one fluid move, watching predatorily as the lubed up hole clenched and puckered desperately at the sensation of cool air playing over the devious lubricant. "Stand up."

Shakily, Wednesday pushed herself to her feet, turning blindly to face her Mistress in a clumsy 'attention' position. The blindfold was tugged from her face, and she blinked as the drying tears prickled in the air.

"Here." A medium–large butt plug was handed to her. She squatted slightly, pushing it into her ravaged hole with no trouble.

"And this." A soft, black silicone dildo – short but girthy – was also offered to her. Dutifully she worked it into her cunt, holding it in place once it was positioned.

Enid knelt, looping the raven's waist to fasten a leather belt firmly with a steel padlock. She then reached through the spread thighs to pull through a second broad leather strap, which she pulled tight to trap the toys snuggly in her sub's orifices. Wednesday couldn't help but emit another low groan as the butt plug was forced a little deeper, the evil lubricant still making its presence felt.

"Put your clothes back on." Meekly, Wednesday obeyed, feeling the toys move around as she was forced to bend and crouch to dress herself. She breathed out calming breaths through her mouth, almost panting.

"Color?"

"Green, Mistress."

"Good. Now, you're going to accompany me to the bathroom after each class. I expect you to be there before me, bent over, skirt up, ready to take whatever punishment I decide. Understood?"

"Yes, Mistress." Wednesday knew that Enid wouldn't care if others overheard whatever pathetic noises she made. That was part of the punishment, after all.

"Good. Oh, and Wednesday?"

"Yes, Mistress?"

The wolf smiled wickedly as she pulled a small remote from her pocket. "Remember; don't come…" She clicked the button, and immediately a low vibration reverberated from the plug in her submissive's bottom.

"Ah! Yes! Mistress!"

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"Hi Nes! Oh, wait… we can't see you? Can you see us? Oh – it says you're on mute. You need to turn the mic on. It's the button that looks like a microphone. At the bottom of the screen. You just need to click it. Wednesday? Can you hear us?"

Wednesday sighed before lifting the phone and walking down the corridor to the dorm rep's apartment, the little box squawking in Enid's voice the whole way. She knocked on firmly on the door.

"Addams!" Yoko looked at her quizzically. "Why have you got Enid monologuing outside my door?"

Wednesday did her best to stand in attention position while holding out the bleating device. "Good evening, Mistress Yoko," she said formally. "Sorry to bother you. I wish to speak to Enid and Bianca, but they can neither see nor hear me. I am unfamiliar with the nuances of this device. Could you please assist me?" She had been instructed that she was to treat the dorm rep as her mistress while her girlfriends attended a debate competition out of state. She had no intention of adding to their single night apart by earning a week of sleeping in the cage for disrespect; Bianca had been as creative and vindictive as expected in setting the consequences for misbehaviour.

"–hello? Wednesday?" Enid and Bianca could be heard conversing on the other end of the call, the siren clearly trying to stop the wolf from either chucking the phone across the room or running back from New Hampshire to check on their girlfriend.

Yoko grinned, not unkindly but definitely with a hint of humour. "Well, seeing as you asked so nicely…" She took the phone, turning it for Wednesday to see. "Ok, you need to grant permissions for the mic and camera to work. Here…" she navigated effortlessly through the menus. "Oh. You've not allowed any permissions. On anything. OK. Well… I'm gonna let Enid follow up on that. For now, I'm going to let it use the mic and camera to make calls-"

"Yellow."

Yoko gaped at her. "Did you just safeword for me changing your privacy settings?"

"Yes, Mistress Yoko. I don't feel comfortable with Big Tech having the ability to record my every interaction."

Yoko pinched the bridge of her nose. "I can't believe I agreed to this… Ok. How can we find a way that feels safe for you? What do we need to do to make you comfortable?"

"What if she fell down the stairs and is bleeding out!!!!" The shining slab screamed.

"Enid, calm down. She probably just can't figure out how to unmute. She's probably on her way to Yoko right now." Bianca sounded winded, like she was physically restraining the hysterical blonde.

Yoko looked down at the device and then back up to Wednesday. "Look, we have two options here. Either you let me change the privacy settings, or we're gonna see a blonde werewolf bust through that wall in about twenty minutes. Bianca's good, but Enid's right on the edge of doing something stupid. Trust me, I've seen it."

Wednesday sighed. "Fine. But I will need you to show me how to lock it down again afterwards."

Yoko didn't bother to respond, shooting through the settings once more and thrusting the box back into Wednesday's hands before retreating and closing the door.

"I CAN SEE HER!!! WEDNESDAY!!! ARE YOU OK????"

Wednesday looked down to see an unflattering view of her paramour.

"Enid. I can see your sinuses. Although I love every part of you, that is one area I have no desire to become intimate with."

"I swear to god, Cupcake, there had better be a good reason we've been staring at a black screen for ten minutes…" Bianca murmured darkly. The picture shook and adjusted to show Enid and Bianca, seemingly naked in a hotel room.

"My apologies, my beloveds. Technical issues. Resolved for now. Allow me to return to the privacy of the dorm, and then you can tell me all about your impressive victory…"

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There were certain perks to being dorm representative. Especially when you belonged to a species that aged considerably slower than your peers. As a vampire, Yoko was in the extended curriculum. She'd been dorm rep since her seventh year at Nevermore, and hoped to retain the position until her graduation in a couple of years. With the position she had claim to an opulent suite in Ophelia Hall comprising a sumptuous bedroom and lounge, a small kitchenette, and her luxurious bathing chamber.

Naturally every room was furnished with all the BDSM equipment she could desire. She had decorated the apartment to her own taste, granted license by Weems due to her extended term as dorm rep. Currently, she was sitting on the comfortable leather bench that ran along one wall of the bathing suite. One hand idly flicked over her clit as she stared in awe at the scene before her.

In all her time at the unusual academy, she had to admit she'd never seen anything like this. And nothing nearly as erotic. In front of her, Bianca lay half in the large bathing pool and half on the surrounding wooden dais. The siren was rubbing herself while staring up into the lust-fogged face of her submissive, Wednesday Addams.

Addams was dangling from the dark oak framework that sat above the bathing complex. Yoko herself had tied the petite woman, but she still found herself entranced at seeing the perfect form clad in her ropework.

She'd used black and white nylon to create clean lines all over the pale olive skin. A hishi harness framed the raven's torso, monochromatic diamonds framing her belly and breasts. Anchors points over the small of her back and between her shoulder blades held her aloft.

Her legs were spread, striped with rope in a futomomo frog leg tie. Her arms framed her delicate face, pulled up and over her shoulders in an over-arm kotobu ryo-tebuki, fastened along with her braids to the rope that held her suspended. A dark velvet band hid the void-like gaze of the diminutive sub. It had been the last thing fastened to her, tied by Bianca after Yoko had reverently hoisted her aloft.

Yoko was not the only audience. Divina, her siren girlfriend, was just as enthusiastically tending to her own arousal, unable to take her eyes from the show in front of her. Last of all, Enid, not really an observer, sat on the deck below the airborne raven, worshipping her with her eyes as she reached up to gently caress the hanging breasts.

"Are you ready for us, Cupcake? What's your color?" Bianca murmured in Wednesday's ear, loud enough that the other three women heard it clearly. The squeaky moan that Wednesday let out went straight to Yoko's core, and to Enid's as well, if the glint of wetness the vampire could discern was anything to go off of.

"Green, my Queen." She panted, her nipples already being suckled by Enid on one side and by one of Bianca's suckers on the other. It still baffled her that Bianca had tentacles instead of a traditional fish tail. They extended from her hips as a tail would, and branched off into eight long dark tentacles, each covered in a multitude of suckers. It had been surprising for her two subs as well, since they hadn't witnessed her form up close. And sure, Yoko visited the pools and had seen a lot of different tails in all shapes and colors, but she had to be honest; most of the times she had been there, she was too busy eating Divina (and sometimes other doms) out and getting strapped mercilessly in the shallows to notice the one siren to have octopus tentacles, or squid? She wasn't sure of the difference.

Bianca started petting their captive with several of her newly revealed appendages, suctioning onto her skin and releasing with a wet smack, small circular marks left behind. The bound raven writhed and gasped as the tentacles groped her, especially when the suckers moved down to her clit or her hanging breasts. Her jerks and jolts caused her to swing in her bindings. As she swayed, the tension on the various suckers pulled and pushed her naked flesh, furthering her torment.

Enid remained kneeling under Wednesday, subservient to her queen's command in this scene, catching a wayward nipple with her tongue, lips, or teeth as her roommate rocked above her.

"Prepare her for me, puppy, and you'll get a nice treat," Bianca commanded. Enid nodded enthusiastically, diving to lap at the seer's arousal while sliding her fingers, one hand at a time, into Wednesday's open mouth. An eager tongue lathed them, leaving them glistening and lubricated. Enid wasted no time toying with the raven and instead eased one finger into each of her orifices in preparation for Bianca's considerable girth.

Wednesday tried and failed to contain her moans, letting them escape in constrained little squeaks until Bianca slapped her bottom hard and commanded her to sing for them. When she stopped holding back, the petite submissive's moans filled the room, accompanied by the wet noises of Enid's ministrations.

Yoko felt a hand caress up her own back and pull her to the side. She glanced at Divina, who beckoned her to sit on her lap. The sneaky siren had donned one of Yoko's favorite straps without her noticing, too distracted by the show being put on for them. The vampire would be remiss to deny her mistress, and with no hesitation, she settled on her lap, letting the dildo sit between her ready lips as they watched. "Be good for daddy and watch. You can have it soon since you did such a good job of tying our little prey up," her siren whispered in her ear, not wanting to interrupt the scene.

Bianca looked up from her spot behind Wednesday, one of her hands harshly grabbing her helpless servant's tit while the other held Enid's head, encouraging her to go deeper with her tongue. In silent communication, she nodded at Divina, plotting their respective subs' total ruination.

"That's enough, Puppy. Good girl. Do you know what you want as a reward?" With a pop, Enid's mouth separated from Wednesday's clit. However, her fingers remained buried in the quivering vagina and anus.

"Yes, my Queen." Enid preened. She might have come into her dominant side this semester, but her time as a sub was never forgotten. And she was such a good puppy. "I wanna…Can I ride one of your tentacles, my Queen? I wanna feel you inside. Please." She panted, pulling her hands from the raven's holes to lean back and present her wet pussy up to her mistress. What a sight! Yoko almost felt sorry for Wednesday missing it, blindfolded as she was.

"I'll allow it, pup. And you, Cupcake, color, and are you ready to give our audience a show?" As she spoke, Bianca lazily spun the bound seer in her ropes, giving Yoko and Divina a clear view of her dripping holes as they clenched around nothing.

The raven tensed up in her hold as Bianca's fingers dipped down to swipe some wetness from her own slit and pop it into the raven's mouth before waiting for an answer. She moaned around her mistress's fingers and nodded. Another slap resounded through the room alongside a gasp, this time from a tentacle that left angry red circles over the pale, unblemished flesh of the helpless sub's ass cheek. They all knew the little brat was misbehaving on purpose to earn another spank. "Verbally, Cupcake. Color and are you ready?"

"Green." Came the strangled moan as she clenched again. Bianca's tentacles mere inches from where she wanted them most, not that she could see them. "'M ready. Wanna show… show them I'm yours to play with."

Bianca nodded approvingly, now using two of her tentacles to fully hold Enid down as she inched another into her pussy. Her hands spread Wednesday's legs as far as they would go before plunging another thick appendage deep into her with little preamble. The dark limb forced its way into her tight passage, her lips stretching to engulf it. The raven was well known for her affinity to pain, and the deep, guttural moan that came out of her as her cunt was abruptly stretched only served to cement it.

Yoko watched open-mouthed as both subs were mercilessly fucked, her own pussy throbbing and clenching in vain. She had behaved, holding onto her siren's legs as she rubbed herself on the strap without fucking herself on it. "Daddy! Ah – please." She begged.

"Sshh. Not yet, pet." The siren petted her hair, then grabbed her hips, moving her along the length until the tip rested at her open entrance. Unseen by Yoko, she connected her gaze with Bianca, who nodded and started teasing Wednesday's ass for penetration. Just as the tip of a dark tentacle breached the raven's puckered hole, the strap drove up into her, and Yoko was ecstatic. Divina alone as a domme was ruthless, but paired with the queen bee, oh, she was in for the pounding of her long life.

The sirens picked up the pace to match each other, thrusting into their respective subs ruthlessly. Divina ended up pushing her to kneel and bend over, allowing her mistress to set a brutal pace. The position brought her face near Enid's as they both sighed and gasped together under the brutal fucking. The wolf moaned wantonly, not holding anything back as she undulated with pleasure, trying to match the speed of the tentacle ramming into her pussy.

"You're being so good for us, pets. Do you deserve to come?" Bianca asked them, punctuating it with a twist of Wednesday's abused nipples and a smack to Enid's clit. "Ahh, my queen, I've been a good puppy! Please, can I come?"

The siren mimed thinking it over, actually slowing down. "Cupcake?"

"I'm… I'm close my queen," panted the dark-haired woman, voice tight.

"But do you deserve to come?"

"Ahh, that is up to you, my Queen… Mmmh, I deserve whatever you choose to give me… aah!" Bianca smiled wickedly.

"Did you hear that, puppy? Cupcake knows who makes the rules. It seems like you need a bit more training. You don't get to come on my tentacle tonight."

Enid let out a pitiful sob as the assault on her sex intensified. "Yes, my Queen," she whined.

"Cupcake, you can come." And with that, she resumed her brutal pace, her tentacles pistoning in and out of both Wednesday's holes, the wet squelch accompanied by the shorter and shorter moans as the raven approached her climax, her voice rising in pitch with each brutal thrust into her pussy and ass.

Yoko watched as her own climax arrived suddenly and silently, gushing all over her lover's thighs. "Good girl, Yoko." Divina kissed her softly from behind as she pulled her up to finish watching the show, holding her tightly with one hand and stroking her silky black hair with the other.

Enid squealed, trying desperately not to come as the tentacle in her cunt continued to fuck her without mercy. Her claws popped out to anchor herself on the wooden flooring, scoring deep gouges. That would need some fixing...

"You've been such a good girl, Cupcake. You deserve a reward." Bianca pulled the blindfold up, revealing the dark, lust-filled gaze of her obedient servant. "Watch this needy puppy and enjoy the show." She held Wednesday's chin and pointed her down towards Enid, who was writhing as the tentacles held her down, sucking at her tits and pumping into her steadily. The sight earned a hard buck from the raven and the filthiest moan to date. Bianca had an inkling of the mutual attraction between the two roommates and used it frequently in her scenes. Right now, it would be Wednesday's undoing.

Bianca delivered a decisive final thrust into her suspended prey, and Wednesday came hard, her head snapping back with a cry as if having a vision as she jerked and bucked wildly, slightly impeded by the ties holding her aloft. An enormous spurt of clear liquid erupted from her, reaching all three watchers. Enid opened her mouth to lap it up, groaning in delight. The raven didn't squirt often, and it was always such a reward for her to lap up her nectar.

Wednesday shook in her bindings, caressed throughout her climax by her mistress's hands and thick tentacles while Enid pathetically lapped at the sloppy seconds. Yoko turned around and let them have their sweet moment in privacy. Plus, she had her own siren to take care of. Dutifully, she leant down, burying her face in Divina's delicious valley. Behind her, she could hear the rasping breaths of Bianca's subs as their mistress both gave and took, knowing that neither of the two pets would change a thing.

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Wednesday once again flexed uselessly against her bonds. Her arms were stiff from where they were folded across her back, bound wrist to elbow. She clenched and then uncurled her fists, wishing she could touch the quaking flesh that surrounded her.

Blindly, she mouthed forward, working her tongue up and down the sodden valley of her Mistress' slit. She had no idea how long it had been since she was bound, blindfolded, ruthlessly edged and then set to work. Long enough that her own arousal was now a low, continuous hum rather than a screaming crescendo. Long enough that her jaw ached with use, but she would not stop.

A whimper met her ears as she dutifully lapped at the hot liquor that squirted up to soak her face. Strong thighs tightened around her ears, temporarily stilling her, but even so she continued to lick in broad strokes. She had not been told to stop.

A hand tangled in her hair, pulling her away from the sticky warmth. The mess on her face cooled quickly as it was exposed to fresh air. She was guided to the side, forced to shuffle on her knees over the plush mattress. The hand tugged her forward. She went; mouth open, tongue out, knowing exactly what was required of her. Sure enough, she smelled the warm musk of her other Mistress before her mouth found the ready valley.

She resumed the slow lapping motion, licking with firm broad strokes, ignoring the protest in her neck muscles as she used her whole head to serve. Maybe if she performed exceptionally she might be relieved of her punishment. Maybe she would be allowed to watch as she wrung pleasure from her two Mistresses. Perhaps she would be allowed to touch, if she could adequately demonstrate her penitence. She barely dared entertain hope that she would earn the right to her own orgasm before the day's end.

For now, in darkness, she simply existed to serve.

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"Oh! I know! We should do a role-play!"

Bianca and Wednesday exchanged a look, the latter from where she was lying between her two Mistresses, wrapped tightly in rope and fully immobilised, still breathing hard after her last orgasm.

"We could do like cops and robbers," Enid exclaimed excitedly. "Or… I know! Bounty hunters! We could pretend Wednesday is a dangerous criminal-"

"She is…" "I am," remarked the other two simultaneously. Enid ignored them.

"- and we're kickass bounty hunters! We could give her a head start and then we have to capture her! And like, interrogate her to tell us where she hid the treasure."

"Bodies," corrected both Wednesday and Bianca.

"And then we can torture her until she breaks. But like not actually torture her. I mean, y' know. Sex."

"A pity," sighed Wednesday. "Though I doubt you could catch me if I were truly trying to evade you."

"Oho! That's fighting talk, Cupcake," Bianca smirked, walking her fingers up the rope-wrapped thigh towards the raven's glistening slit. "Care to make a wager?"

Wednesday flinched a little, still sensitive from her climax. However she lifted her head to look directly at the siren. "Always. Terms; when you fail to catch me, I get to "torture" both of you. By which "I mean, y' know. Sex.""

Bianca bit her lip smugly, sliding a finger along the twitching slit of her prey and drawing a hiss through the sub's clenched teeth. "Bet. And when we catch you… hmm. You know, there's so little in this wager for us. It's not like I can ask you to degrade yourself any further. You're already the perfect little sub…" She feigned thinking as she slipped her finger through dripping folds, a tiny gasp escaping the bound brunette. "I know. When we catch you, you'll finally agree to become our little pet. Twenty-four hours as our perfect little kitten. If you hate it by the end, I'll never ask you again. Do we have a deal?"

Wednesday was desperately trying not to writhe by this point; Bianca was cruelly flicking her clit. "Unh! Yes! I- ah! I can't wait to… to finally have you… under me!"

Enid leaned in with the air of a big cat coming to steal a kill from a lesser predator. "So… we're doing this tomorrow?" She asked innocently, positioning her mouth above Wednesday's pert nipple, sliding out a long lick before suckling on it.

"Y-yes…" Wednesday gasped.

"Agreed," smirked Bianca.

A moment of clarity hit the seer even as the two dommes inched her towards another climax. "W-wait… Tomorrow's a full moon…"

"Ah-ah-ah. No take-backsies," grinned Enid, before sinking her teeth into the raised nub and receiving a choked-off groan in response.

Wednesday felt pretty confident as she slipped through the moonlit trees. She'd taken time through the day to lay several false trails to throw her werewolf roommate off her scent. She'd have to take the time tomorrow to retrieve some of the items she'd used – she knew that the wolf found one scent in particular irresistible – her arousal, and without shame she had made sure to leave several used toys scattered through the woods. The hardest part had been dirtying them without alerting her mistresses to her plan. Thankfully Enid spent most of the day asleep in preparation for her transformation, and Bianca was preparing the choir for an upcoming concert.

She found the stream she sought, wading in and along until she came to a tree branch she could climb onto. Scaling it, she moved through the canopy away from the stream before she was forced to return to the ground by a lack of weight-bearing boughs. She moved quickly and quietly, dressed in black cargo pants and a cable-knit, roll-neck jumper. Every so often, she stopped to listen, hearing the distant sounds of a large beast careening through the woods, interspersed with the occasional excited yap. She smiled, both smug and fondly. Enid appeared to be enjoying her dummy trails at least.

She looked up, assessing the time. She estimated that she had less than an hour to moon-fall. Once Enid reverted form, she would be able to declare herself the winner of the bet. She couldn't wait to finally be in a position of power over Bianca. Enid too, but she suspected her roommate would willingly let Wednesday lead a scene if she asked. No, the real prize was certainly the siren's submission…

Suddenly, the sound of a howl broke her thoughts, followed by the sound of a crashing towards her. Could it be that Enid had caught her scent? No. She was barely aroused. Admittedly allowing herself to picture Bianca on her knees had been reckless, but there was no way Enid could pick it up that quickly and from that far away, even if she wasn't wearing underwear (a condition imposed by the same thrice-damned siren).

Cautiously she moved through the forest, taking care to listen and look for signs of either of her two mistresses. The wolf seemed to have something of a scent, but she was thrashing around in a large radius, only gradually drawing nearer to Wednesday. At this rate, she should be able to avoid her until moon-fall…

At that moment an oppressive weight fell over her, toppling her to her knees and then onto her front. She brought her arms up to save her face, but with difficulty as tight netting pulled against her every move. With great effort, she pushed herself onto her knees, glaring at the thick rope mesh that enshrouded her. To her right she heard movement, turning her head to see Bianca leaning nonchalantly against an oak, her hand grasping the end of a line that disappeared up into the canopy.

"Seems I've caught myself a wild kitten," grinned the siren, unbearably smug. "And here I was expecting a 'dangerous criminal'."

Wednesday grit her teeth, trying to push herself from all fours. Just as she opened a mouth to retort, a joyful 'Woof!' erupted into the clearing, and an enormous mass landed heavily on her back, pushing her back down flat and squashing the air from her frame. A loud, wet snuffling nose shoved itself into her ear before a large tongue licked the side of her cheek.

"Enid…" she greeted breathlessly. She could feel the beast swaying from the force of her wagging tail, grinding her further into the forest floor, massive paws pinning her completely.

Bianca moved forward to stand cockily over the trapped seer, her frame blocking out the moonlight. "So unlucky, kitten. So close to moon-fall. Still you did very well." The patronising tone had Wednesday struggle futilely, which only resulted in Enid sitting down on her legs. "That was a neat trick; disguising your tracks by climbing that tree. And I enjoyed when you waded through that stream. Such a pity it was all for nothing."

The siren knelt beside her, grasping her netted arm as she pulled a shiny pair of police-issue cuffs from her pocket. Reaching through the net, she snapped it around the raven's wrist before tugging her other arm over and connecting the remaining bracelet. Wednesday let out a grumble but didn't try to resist. Enid chuffed happily, leaning forward into Bianca's face, the shifting of her weight squeezing a groan from their captive.

"No kisses, puppy. You can have your reward in a minute. Wait… what have you got there?" She reached up to pull a scrap of black material from wolf's fang. Holding it up, she recognised it as a pair the lacy black panties she occasionally allowed Wednesday to wear. Enid's tail thrashed happily and she gave a proud little yip. The cloth was slightly damp from the beast's maw. Bianca gave it a tentative sniff, recognising the distinct must of her reluctant servant's arousal.

"So this is what had you yapping with excitement. Good girl." She patted the great golden head. "Nice try, Cupcake. I wonder… how many times did you have to get yourself off to lay those false trails?" She leaned onto Wednesday's shoulders. "I know you didn't ask me for permission. Enid? Did this naughty kitty ask you if she could fuck herself?" The wolf whined sadly. "I didn't think so. Well then. Seems you crimes are more serious than we thought, Cupcake."

Wednesday held her tongue. She was caught. Somehow. She wasn't going to give Bianca the satisfaction of engaging with her.

"Oh? Nothing to say. Well, in that case you can look after the evidence for us. Open." The siren placed a finger to the corner of her prisoner's mouth. Reluctantly, Wednesday parted her lips, recoiling slightly as the damp, arousal and slobber soaked panties were stuffed into her mouth. "You have the right to remain silent…" Bianca chuckled. "Hold onto those, Cupcake. If they've gone missing when we get back I'll make sure it's added to your sentence…" Wednesday let out a long- suffering sigh through her nose.

The siren pushed herself to standing, using the prone fugitive as leverage. "Enid, back up. We need to get this net off her." The wolf leapt clear happily. Bianca grasped Wednesday by the shoulders, pulling her up to kneeling and then standing. She pulled the edge of the weighted net, folding it back to release the captive from its ensnared weight. She looked with open amusement at the tight-jawed glare of the smaller woman before turning to the buoyant wolf.

"We need to check her for hidden weapons or contraband, Wolfy. I'll need your help." She moved around Wednesday, clasping her shoulder and manoeuvring her to stand in front of the oak from which she'd sprung her trap. Reaching around, she unbuttoned the cargo pants and pulled them down to pool around pale ankles, kicking Wednesday's legs to spread as she did. "Bend over," she whispered, guiding the raven to lean onto the trunk. "Remember to safeword if you need to. Understood?"

The reminder was probably unnecessary, but both Bianca and Enid always checked in. They had gotten to a stage where Wednesday trusted both her mistresses with her body – and to an extent – her emotions. She no longer required explicit descriptions of how the two intended to use her. The limit still applied on her school record and they adhered to it in the red rooms, but when they played privately, she had explicitly granted them free rein within her limits.

Wednesday hummed once around the musky cloth, the taste of her own juices filling her mouth; non-speaking 'green'. She let her hips fold, her shoulder resting against the tree. Bianca stepped up behind her, slipping her hands under the jumper to grasp soft breasts. Immediately she squeezed the already perky nipples between her middle fingers, drawing a whine from her prisoner.

"Enid, this is your reward for being such a good girl. Make sure there's nothing hiding in our fugitive."

Wednesday gasped as a furred head eagerly pushed between her spread thighs and a long, wide, wet tongue slapped through her folds, dragging roughly from her clit to her ass. Bianca immediately upped the ante, squeezing her fingers to pinch her nipples and grope her chest. The raven felt her knees tremble under the onslaught, her walls clenching around nothing as Enid ate her out like never before.

Suddenly that long, lupine tongue thrust up, breaching her entrance and licking up into her. She groaned long and loud as the great beast lapped enthusiastically at her cunt, fucking into her with delighted grumbles. It didn't take long before she came, knees buckling, held up by Bianca's cruel grasp on her breasts. Enid continued to drink from her, drawing out the climax to the point it became almost painful before the siren pushed the greedy snout away.

"Well, I guess she was just smuggling a lot of come. Good job you found it, pup." Bianca really was insufferable. Wednesday couldn't articulate the thought, gagged as she was with her own used underwear, but she hoped the siren could sense her eye-roll. She found herself pulled upright immediately, so presumed she had made her disdain felt. The 'bad cop' pushed her against the tree, pinning her with a hand on her shoulder.

"I'm going to enjoy dragging a confession from you," threatened the 'bounty hunter'. "So this is what's going to happen; we're going to escort you back to our headquarters, and then we're going to work you over. Wolfy over there is only just getting started, and I've got a few tricks of my own. We're going to have everything from your social security number to your favourite colour when we're finished with you. You'll be begging for it to end."

Wednesday whined involuntarily around the underwear sitting on her tongue, clenching around the emptiness that Enid's massive tongue had left as a flood of arousal washed over her. Bianca clearly noticed, chuckling wickedly as she bent to roughly pull up their captive's pants, grabbing her by the collar and perp-walking her from the clearing, stumbling on post-orgasm fawn's legs.

"Come on, Wolfy. We've got a criminal to break. Looks like we've got you dead to rights, Cupcake. Or should I say, Kitten?"

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Rain drummed against the roof, burbling through the gutters outside. Rivulets pooled and ran down the spiderweb window, illuminated by the soft, warm light from within. The room was quiet, the white noise of the downpour muffling the usual ambience. Quiet, but not empty.

Enid lay on her stomach, legs crossed and occasionally bouncing idly above her as she flicked through a glossy magazine. Every so often, she'd hum, or sigh, or scoff at the contents of the page. The crinkle of turning paper was the only marker of time passing, a soft punctuation of the unhurried Sunday afternoon.

Idly, Enid reached down to the side of the bed, running her fingers over the silken black tresses of her faithful submissive. Wednesday knelt on a folded black yoga mat, hands resting primly on her thighs. Her eyes were half closed, fluttering slightly as her mistress carded through her hair. Her breath was slow and shallow, and her naked flesh glowed warm olive under the fairylights.

Enid glanced over fondly, marveling at the stillness of her ward. A couple of hours ago, it had been a very different scene. Enid had returned from a killer gossip session with Divina to find an uncharacteristically frantic Wednesday pacing the floor. It had taken a lot to get the anxious raven to even respond to her; only Enid putting on her dominant persona as Mistress Enid and literally ordering her to stop had snapped her roommate out of her spiral.

Wednesday had immediately responded – snapping to attention. At Enid's stern but gentle command, she had stiltedly explained how the court had sent an appointed inspector with no notice, gatecrashing her remedial behaviour session with Weems. She had been subjected to an interview about her 'adjustments' with no time to prepare. On top of that, the officer had offered 'suggestions' that they expected to see implemented. Such as taking a 'non-violent' extra-curricular activity. Apparently, the fierce mental and physical discipline she applied to fencing wasn't sufficient to outweigh the fact that the sport involved weapons in the court's eyes.

The retelling had Wednesday riling herself up again – Enid could literally smell the anxiety rolling off her. Letting her dominatrix side loose, she had ordered Wednesday to strip, removing the lingering tension, and to kneel, pulling out the mat and pointing her to it. Wednesday had obeyed without hesitation, and Enid thought back to the times Bianca had reminded her that sometimes, the iron-willed raven needed someone else to take the weight of decision-making from her shoulders. To see that ready surrender so apparent had shifted something within the wolf, a fierce protective instinct.

She had spent a good thirty minutes talking Wednesday down from her imminent spiral, vowing to help her find an activity that wouldn't push her past her limits for social engagement. At some point, she had found herself naturally resting her palm on the raven's crown, fingers scratching idly. The tension had visibly melted from the petite frame.

That had led them to this moment; Enid, relaxed on her bed, Wednesday simply allowed to exist in the safe space beside her. It was fond pride that flooded Enid's heart, both for herself and her roommate. She was the Mistress Wednesday needed, letting her submissive find peace and safety in the protective enclosure of her dominance.

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"Happy birthday tooooo yoooou!" Enid finished her ridiculous warbling, grinning like a sociopath in a riot. Wednesday scowled as Bianca offered her the cake, lit black candles guttering over the jet black confectionary. She huffed out a breath, extinguishing the flames.

Thankfully her girlfriends had realised that a party would be the last thing she wanted, and so it was just the three of them in the Ophelia Hall dorm that ostensibly housed two of the trio. The fact that any given night saw all three of them squished into one bed (unless Wednesday had committed a particularly egregious offence and earned herself a night in the cage beside Bianca's bed) was neither here nor there. The attic room remained home for the wolf and raven, and by extension their siren girlfriend.

This year her birthday had fallen on a Sunday, and it marked exactly one year since her arrival at the Nevermore. Had anyone asked her, she would never have admitted that anniversary was far more important to her, but she couldn't deny it in her dark little heart. After all, her eighteenth birthday had been the day she'd met the first of her two paramours.

"Did you make a wish?" her blonde tray of sunshine asked.

Before she could respond, Bianca spoke up. "No need. I know what our little kitten is always wishing for." She carefully put the cake down, making sure she was being watched by the raven, before stripping out of her clothes, slipping on Wednesday's favorite strap and lying on the seer's bed. "How do you want me, Cupcake?"

Wednesday creased brow subtly, looking between her two girlfriends to ask if this was what it appeared. Enid stripped too and bounced over to the bed. "How do you want us?" she corrected.

Wednesday took a tentative step forward. She looked at Bianca, eyes wide. "I want… I want you on your knees for me."

Bianca arched an immaculate brow before smirking and slipping down to kneel on the soft rug by the bed. Wednesday looked askance at Enid, who also hopped down, smiling softly up at her little love through fluttering lashes.

Wednesday felt her mouth dry as her two Mistresses prostrated themselves before her; Enid invitingly, Bianca with defiance. She stepped forward, tugging her clothes off quickly to discard them behind her. Standing midway been her lovers, she reached and a shy hand and threaded it into the wolf's golden mane.

"So pretty…" she muttered, her stomach swooping as Enid simpered up at her. She couldn't handle the flutter of emotions – the heady satisfaction of finally seeing Bianca kneel for her, the adoration in Enid's eyes melting into her very being, and the vertigo of having their roles reversed with no warning.

Enid must have read something in her face, as she surged up from the floor suddenly, wrapping the seer in a warm embrace. "Hey. It's OK. We want to do this for you. Will you let us? Will you tell us how you need us?" She stepped back to grasp the small, cold hands of her girlfriend, grounding and encouraging.

Wednesday breathed in and out once, then looked down at her kneeling monarch. Bianca had stayed where ordered. "Remember, kitten, be careful what you wish for…" The siren winked up at her cockily. "You might bite off more than you can swallow…"

"Enid. On the bed behind me," Wednesday snapped, the characteristic detached mask sliding back into place as she perched on the edge of the bed. The wolf hastened to do as bidden, sliding behind her girlfriend and slotting her between her thighs.

The psychic looked down at Bianca, licking her lips . "Now, serve me, pet." She slid her legs open, inviting Bianca into her private sanctum as she leaned into the warm embrace of her wolf, who didn't hesitate to bring her eager hands to the raven's perfect breasts, kneading and teasing with light pinches and tugs.

The siren turned and moved forward, sliding her hands slowly up tan thighs and ghosting kisses and nips up one leg until she reached the dark brush at the apex. "Just remember, Princess, I'm still your Queen."

"And yet here you are, willingly on your knees for me, my Queen."

Bianca smirked as she looked up with lidded eyes, defiant and cocky, before aggressively taking Wednesday's clit into her mouth, sucking hard before using her tongue to messily lap and tease, earning a gasp from her dark lover and the embrace of cool hands cradling the back of her head.

If Wednesday was expecting to be served in the same fashion as she herself looked after her mistresses, the illusion was quickly dispelled. Bianca shoved her tongue straight into her pussy, fucking her with it in between aggressive licks, sucks, and nibbles on her bean. The raven threw her head back, brought to climax in record time, mewling and gasping under the relentless assault. As she finished quaking, Bianca sat back, licking her lips and looking disgustingly pleased with herself.

"How was that for service, Princess? Ready for the next course?"

Wednesday lolled in Enid's arms until she could regain a semblance of composure. "That was adequate to begin, though you would do well to learn some discipline."

"Noted." From the siren's tone, the notes she was taking were very different than the ones Wednesday was offering. Bianca rose to standing, looking down a the birthday girl predatorily. She grasped the strap at her waist, sliding her hand along it. "So, would you like me to serve you the main course now, Princess?"

"Yes, my Qu- pet." Wednesday flushed as her submissive habit slipped in.

"Can I help with that, Mistress?" Enid asked sweetly, clearly trying to coax the seer into the dominant role.

Wednesday glanced back to see a hint of the hunter in her "submissive's" gaze. She suddenly had the feeling of a gazelle finding itself between two hungry lionesses, but it was too late to run now. She swallowed thickly. "That- that would be acceptable."

Grinning widely, Enid moved, pulling the siren down to lie on the bed. "If you'd like to take your seat, Mistress, I'll make sure this is all warmed up for you." The wolf gestured to Bianca's head and offered a hand to assist her petite girlfriend in straddling their paramour's face, coaxing her to lean forward and place her hands on the ebony breasts for support.

Bianca apparently got to work immediately, judging from the wet sounds and the gasps that left Wednesday's lips. Enid made sure the raven was looking at her as she knelt between Bianca's legs, grasping the base of the dildo and licking up its length. When she heard the groan escape her audience's throat, she swirled her tongue around the tip before bobbing her head down to take the large phallus into her mouth and throat, swallowing it like a champ.

Wednesday couldn't look away as the blonde fucked her own mouth on the strap, pausing to look up at her with her giant blue eyes, a smile curling at the corners of her mouth as she drew back. At the same time, Bianca was lapping at her, long strokes the entire length of her slit. Unlike her lupine girlfriend's thick tongue, the siren's was long and almost pointed, dexterous and sinuous, winding its way around her clit and poking up to probe her cunt. It was no time at all before she could feel herself on the edge of another climax.

Warm hands rose up to hold her hips but Wednesday lifted away, determined that she would have her satisfaction on the strap. A hard bite on her ass had her hissing, leaving her in no doubt about Bianca's displeasure in not letting her enjoy the fruit of her labour.

She inched herself forward and pulled Enid up into a searing kiss, her hands roaming over the blonde's strong shoulders. Enid's claws prickled at her hips, holding her steady right over the toy, not daring to pull her down until an order was given. Bianca clearly wasn't going to give her an inch, well not in the metaphorical sense. The tip of the toy nudged against her as Bianca's hips bucked upwards. She and Enid separated for air, their chests heaving.

"Such a disobedient pet," Wednesday murmured over her shoulder to the enchantress, her weight leaning on Enid as she caught her breath.

"Always, Princess. Perhaps I need to go to obedience school," the siren snarked.

"Do you think you can stay still? I believe that's a command so simple that even puppies can master it." Thankfully, the siren couldn't see the blush that rose on Wednesday's cheeks as she tried to top her habitual domme. At least she hoped that was the case.

"We'll have to see, won't we Princess? Why don't you see what commands your puppy knows? How about lick? Puppy? Can you lick your Mistress?"

Enid let out a playful little yip as she grasped Wednesday's thighs and lathed her tongue over her girlfriend's clit. The weight of her hands pushed Wednesday's down, the dildo breaching her entrance.

"Ah! Wait! Wait puppy!'

Enid cocked her head inquisitively, before pushing herself up to lick mischievously at Wednesday's nose and pushing her 'Mistress' fully down onto the strap. She yapped excitedly at the long groan the seer let out as she was forced to take Bianca's length in one go.

"Good puppy," chortled the siren, as she grasped the petite raven's hips and began rolling her hips, effectively silencing any further orders as Wednesday moaned and gasped, punctuating each thrust.

Enid waggled her butt happily before resuming her licking, moving from Wednesday's face to her tits and down to her vulva and clit, working up and down the psychic's trembling frame. Before long the two had wrung a second orgasm from the birthday girl, both working to support her as she seized and then slumped bonelessly.

While her girlfriend recovered, Enid prepared herself to offer further service. Moving quickly but quietly, she grabbed her harness, slipping it on with the long, slim anal dildo attachment. She passed the lube to Bianca, who had a finger up the raven's bum before she could register what was happening. By the time Wednesday realised, it was too late, her arousal building as the siren's finger slid along the shaft buried in her cunt, pumping in and out of her needy hole.

Enid pulled her up and off Bianca's cock, causing her to spasm and partially collapse forward, leaving the siren all the more room to warm her up. When two fingers moved freely in and out, Wednesday found herself manhandled to slump on top of her harpy, breasts squashed against Bianca's, the soiled phallus nestled between her legs, exerting the slightest pressure on her clit.

"I thought I was supposed to be 'top' this evening," she mumbled – not complaining.

"Oh but you are, Princess. We're just giving you everything you could desire, like good little servants. Now…" Bianca pulled her into a searing kiss, hands roaming over her bare back. Abruptly, she pulled back. "… let us serve you."

"Yes, my Queen," breathed the brunette, lost in fog, quite forgetting she was supposedly in charge. She felt clawed hands grasp her hips, and then the cool tip of Enid's shaft was breaching her, slowly, pausing for her to adjust before nudging further in. Bianca continued to stroke her back and shoulders as she tensed under the welcome intrusion.

Once Enid had fully penetrated her, the wolf began a languorous pace, drawing the shaft most of the way out and pulsing it back in with a sinuous grind of her hips, which had Wednesday moaning almost non-stop. When Bianca started to thrust, sliding the other dildo through her lips and over her clit, she writhed, only for the siren to hold her steady in strong arms, shushing her and praising her. The two worked together to build her up steadily, only to slow down before she reached her climax. She whined piteously.

"Oh, Princess, did you need something? Apologies, I didn't hear you order us." Even in her fuck-stupid fuzz, Wednesday could hear Bianca's malicious enjoyment.

"More!" she slurred, failing to impart any bite to the command. Immediately, the pace escalated, pushing her rapidly back towards the brink. She panted and writhed, only for the pounding to stop once again before she could climax. She whimpered pathetically. "No… don't stop!"

"As you wish, Princess…" Enid pistoned into her ass again as Bianca slid her cock through her slit, and within moments she was shattering apart between the two. Neither of her girlfriends slowed down as her peak washed over her and then was extended mercilessly under the continued barrage fucking into her ass and stimulating her through grinding pressure. She wailed wordlessly as the pleasure and pain of overstimulation soon had her cresting again.

"St-st-stop!" Immediately the two ceased their assault, leaving her spasming with Enid still in her ass and Bianca's strap pushed against her. Bianca lifted her hands away from her warm back. That was as intolerable as the over stimulation.

"No, no. More…"

Bianca chortled as she pushed at Wednesday's hips, lifting her clear to line up her strap with her clenching entrance. Enid withdrew, instead moving down to lick at the puckered hole as Bianca resumed pounding into her pussy, vindictively following every order their little 'mistress' gave them through the night as they eroded her ability to reason with their devilish 'service'. Each time the helpless seer told them to stop they did so at once, leaving her desperately halfway to satisfaction, and each time she told them to continue they did so unceasingly until she was forced to tell them to halt once more.

By the time midnight struck, the birthday girl was a drooling, fucked-out mess, sandwiched between her two girlfriends.

"Oh dear, Princess," Bianca hummed. "Look at the state of you."

Enid stroked through her rumpled bangs. "Hmmm. I'm not sure we can trust you to give the orders, kitten. You've worn yourself out. Don't worry; we won't let you make that mistake again any time soon. Promise!"

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Enid wasn't jealous of Alice. No, really, she wasn't. So what if Wednesday had arrived back from a session with the aptly named Malice and been completely unresponsive and fucked out of her mind? Enid didn't own Wednesday; she was allowed to sub for others.

So why did this incense Enid so badly?

The second time it happened that week had snapped something inside her. Wednesday walked in quietly, not even acknowledging the wolf as she lounged on her bed, despite her cheery greeting. Instead, she stood inside the door, blinking dazedly, the same look she always had after fucking Alice fucked her. She could have Wednesday blissed out too, and better than fucking Malice.

Which had led to their current positions. Enid had Wednesday up against a wall, legs up over her shoulders, bent like a shrimp while she finger fucked into her aggressively.

It had all started so tame. How did they even get here? Well, maybe it had started with a possessive growl, yeah, Enid would admit to that. Her wolf had just jumped out. She wasn't sorry, though.

"Hellooo? Earth to Wednesday?" Enid had tried at first, not touching the seer yet. She seemed to be on another planet. Her eyes were glassy and unfocused, every muscle relaxed. Seeing her so relaxed wasn't the problem; Enid had managed to get her to a similar state during her scenes. But something ugly and possessive had reared its head, and she couldn't make it leave.

Her sub, her Wednesday. But there she was, experiencing bliss from damn fucking Malice. Not even Bianca incited this possessive feeling in her, despite being the second most frequent domme to Wednesday after herself. But Malice, she irked Enid. Perhaps because she provided Wednesday with something Enid struggled to provide. Pain had never been a thing she liked - either giving or receiving. But in her heart, she knew it was more than that.

Enid wasn't ready to confront those deeper reasons.

She growled at not getting her roommate's attention as easily as she usually did. Enid didn't realize what she was doing til she had Wednesday up against the column, hands fisting in her roommate's blazer.

Dark doe eyes looked up to her, not in fright, thankfully. In them shone a gleam of interest, as if Enid were a puzzle for her to assemble. "Mistress?" The seer asked softly. It was well past the agreed time when the title was not in use; it felt wrong to bring it into this interaction somehow.

Enid shook her head slowly, her eyes never leaving Wednesday's face. "Just Enid." With those words, she finally realized she had been letting out a low growl the entire time. Her hands left Wednesday's collar to roam down her body. "Color." It was more of an order than a request.

Wednesday's eyes lidded, unable to help herself when Enid became authoritative. "Green, Enid."

"Good. I want to show you that I can be just as good as Malice. I can give you what you crave too." Her claws slid out with a sharp noise. Enid could smell Wednesday's arousal; it could drive anyone to madness with how good it smelled. She would willingly spend her days buried in Wednesday's sex if she were allowed.

She wasted no time ridding Wednesday of her meager clothing and hoisting her legs up to wrap around Enid's own hips. "I know you like pain, Wens, I can give you that too, you know. You don't need Malice." She licked her lips at the view of the seer's dripping center, how her chest heaved with breath. Already halfway into subspace, clear by the look on her eyes.

"E... Enid." She gasped. Enid hadn't even started yet here Wednesday was, trembling for her. A surge of pride welled up in Enid; she would bet Malice didn't get this kind of reaction simply manhandling the sub.

She trailed her hand up Wednesday's chest, settling on the base of her neck. "Mm, I'm going to make you remember who you belong to, Wens." She took Wednesday's slender neck into her hand, not squeezing yet but possessively holding in place.

Her fangs were out now too, the urge to bite, scratch to claim and mark the smaller woman was inescapable. Knowing they still needed to be within school rules Enid reigned herself in, merely sucking dark hickeys on freckled shoulders.

"Mmm, Wednesday… can I?" Enid didn't even need to ask; the seer nodded eagerly, her own hand pulling Enid's closer onto her neck, desperate to be under the blonde's total domination.

"Mm, good girl, my good girl." Their faces were inches apart as Enid leaned in for a kiss, first on the edge of pouty open lips, then firmly on them as they grew heated.

Warmth enveloped Enid's fingers as she sank them into Wednesday's ready cunt with no warning. She would give her sub pain, but first her own soft fun. She worked her up to one, then two, and three denied climaxes. The true actual torture for her: denial.

"Enid… please."

"Mm, please what, baby?" Enid murmured in the crook of her neck, her fingers never stopping their languid pace.

"Please – more." Dark doe eyes begged her, lidded as they were almost fully gone. Only coherent enough to ask Enid to absolutely ruin her.

"Well, when you ask so politely…" Using her faster-than-human reflexes, she hoisted Wednesday's knees to hook around her shoulders, then plunged back into her wet heat, now indecorously pounding into her. Wednesday's hand covered her own, still holding her neck, and tightened minutely. Who was Enid to deny her anything? They had all received a safety seminar for these types of kinks, so she repositioned her hand so she wouldn't actually restrict the flow of blood or air. The sensation was more than enough for Wednesday, it seemed, as she came without a warning, spasming in Enid's hold. But Enid wasn't done just yet; she kept her fingers moving, muscles near cramping, but her desire to claim had taken over her mind.

She let go of Wednesday's neck, her reddened face a memory she would cherish for a long time. Her now free hand raked over her chest and belly, claws out and leaving pink trails in their wake.

"Now Malice will know you are mine, even if I lend you, always mine. Say it Wednesday, say you're mine."

"Ah, Enid- ahhn, I'm yours, yours, yours. Mmmaahh." Her next orgasm took over her like a tidal wave. Warm liquid gushed out of her, soaking Enid's hand and skirt. The wolf slowed down her thrusts to ease the seer down. She looked a mess; her mess. Flushed red, hair messy and nearly falling out of her braids. Dark hickeys and scratches covered her. And sneakily, Enid had scored her initial on her leg; raised pink welts in the shape of an E. And her eyes… they contained a soft warmth and a bliss that were unfamiliar in the usually stoic features.

Enid marveled, feeling light, she'd discovered a lost treasure. Something in her cracked a little, and she felt the springs of something more complicated than mere lust in her chest. She could come clean about that, and the E scratched onto Wednesday, later. First, her sub needed some more kissing and some aftercare.

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"Cupcake? On my lap, baby girl." Bianca's tone indicated it was an order, not a request. Obediently, Wednesday slid her lunch tray onto the table and her butt onto Bianca's thighs, taking note of the company at the table but demurely keeping her gaze low. Enid was opposite, watching wryly, a little smirk on her face. She and Bianca were sat in the very centre of the quad. Yoko and Divina were already at the table, though they were more occupied with one another. The table itself was prominently in a sunlit spot – far from the dark seer's preferred shadows. Busy tables surrounded them, drawn to Bianca's royal court like moths to flame.

The quad itself was in the centre of Nevermore, between the two wings; not restricted by gender, all students were allowed to roam there. Smaller courtyards belonged to each wing, but the quad was large enough to allow the entire school to gather.

Enid reached over the table, taking the soup spoon from her sub's tray and dipping it into the steaming broth before guiding it to the petite woman's lips. "Open up for me, Nes. And for Bee…" her grin widened as her foot slid along Wednesday's thigh, exerting a gentle pressure, prompting the raven to part her legs as instructed. "There's our good girl."

"Hands on the table, Cupcake," Bianca murmured into her ear. "Let us take care of you."

Delicate, pale hands laid flat on the table, palm down. Enid lifted another spoon of soup to the plum lips, cooing gently. Yoko glanced up, a goading smile on her face while Divina narrowed her eyes, no doubt taking notes. Wednesday did her best not to squirm. Being the focus of so much attention was excruciating, doubly so when her mistresses decided to smother her with their affection for all to see. The humiliation caused her cheeks to colour; and her loins to coil.

Under the table, Bianca grasped her pet's hips and then ran her hands down her thighs to the hem of her monochrome skirt. Slowly she caught the fabric, hooking it with her thumbs as she drew her palms back up the soft flesh, letting her fingers travel until the tips were running up the seam of her little subject's inner leg. Wednesday let out a stuttered breath as the probing digits reached her apex. No fabric shielded her. She had long been granted the privilege of underwear, but her Queen had replaced most of her panties with crotchless lacy things, wanting ready access to her territory.

The siren delicately traced along the edges of trembling labia, her touch light but teasing. She travelled along the warm folds several times before slipping one hand to test the reception of her actions. She brought the discovered moisture up, applying it to the tender nub with clinical precision, her caress causing the seer's clit to twitch and harden under her ministrations.

Meanwhile, Enid watched as perfect ivory teeth clutched the damson-coloured lower lip. Patiently she raised the spoon again. "Here we go. Let us give you what you need. Good girl." Wednesday met her eyes – her pupils widening noticeably – but she took the soup, swallowing heavily.

The siren brushed a tender kiss to the olive neck at the same moment she used her other hand to spread her prey and slip her middle finger into the clutching velvet she discovered within. She curled it before drawing it back, repeating the process while her other hand continued to play with the jolting clit.

Enid watched as the tips of the slender fingers whitened as they pressed into the table top. Obsidian eyes fluttered briefly and the perfect bow-shaped mouth opened soundlessly before pushing firmly shut. She picked up a grape from the tray, offering it up. Trembling lips parted to take it and she placed it reverently, letting her fingers brush the all but panting tongue.

The burst of sweet juice from the grape between her clenching jaws was visceral; Wednesday was forced to clench her eyes shut as Bianca effortlessy slipped another finger in, scissoring now, stretching the taut flesh that clamped helplessly. She fought back a low moan that tried to break free as she willed herself to stay still.

"So, you guys got plans this evening," Divina asked casually, noting the flush on the brunette's cheeks, the careful composure cracking before her.

Enid hummed thoughtfully even as she slid another grape into now-gasping lips. "Oh, quiet one in the dorm I think. Nes seems to be feeling a little edgy today. I think she'd appreciate us seeing to her. Y'know, give her some special care."

Divina nodded knowingly. "Very generous of you. Wednesday, aren't you grateful to have such caring mistresses?"

The smaller woman nodded quickly. "Y-yes, Divina." Her voice was high and breathy, far from her usual flat delivery. Yoko squirmed at her own siren's side, no doubt equally aroused and envious.

"Oh, don't worry, sugar," Divina cooed at her. "I'll look after you. Would you like some special care from me?"

"Yes, daddy. Please!"

"Good girl." Divina grasped the vampire by the chin, drawing her into a searing kiss.

Wednesday heard nothing more of the conversation as Bianca began to thrust into her curling her fingers to very intentionally catch that very particular spot. She added a third finger, pumping steadily. The raven jerked on her lap, instinctively trying to clamp her thighs together. A foot on each knee kept her spread as Enid reached to cover her splayed hands with her own warm palms, letting her claws out to just prickle the pale flesh in a merciful act of grounding.

"Hold it in, baby," the wolf instructed, signaling that release was forbidden. Wednesday nodded, unable to verbalise her understanding for fear of letting anything else fall from her lips - a groan or moan that would alert the entire school that she was being fucked out in public, fully submissive even now to the two women that had claimed her.

Suddenly Bianca withdrew her fingers, forcing a whimper to escape from her plaything. She reached beside her, where her skirt had been concealing an item from public view. Discreetly she directed it between Wednesday's legs, rubbing it in the slick that was pooling from that enchanting entrance.

"Ok, Cupcake?" she breathed, checking in.

"Mm-hm," replied the raven tightly. "Green." If there had been any doubt among the other table-dwellers that something was happening out of sight, it was dispelled with that utterance. Divina's gaze sharpened predatorily and Yoko let loose a little whine of envy which had the raven ducking her head even lower in humiliation.

Wednesday flinched as she felt warm silicone sliding through her folds. And then it was nudging into her, stretching her walls and passage, moving in and out as Bianca slowly fucked it into her, each forward motion pushing just a little deeper. A groan made it past her clenched teeth, but she bit off the squeal that tried to follow. Bianca continued her assault on her sensitive clit as she worked what the seer recognised as her vaginal plug in.

Once the plug popped into position, Bianca tugged it, checking the fit. Then she pressed it further, and Wednesday couldn't help but buck her hips, jolting the table. All four of her lunch mates grinned wickedly. Bianca released the plug, but kept up her teasing on the twitching nub.

"Finish up your lunch, Cupcake. You're going to need the energy this evening…"

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"Thank you for letting me play with her, Bianca," Daphne smiled sweetly at the siren as she fastened the cuffs around Wednesday's wrists and ankles, securing her to the imposing St Andrew's Cross. Due to her miniature stature, the raven was splayed wide and practically on her tiptoes.

Bianca stalked over and cupped one of the pert breasts, brushing her thumb over the dark nipple. "Oh, it's my pleasure. She may be tiny, but this little minx is quite the painslut. It's always good to broaden her limits. Isn't that right, Cupcake?"

"Yes, my Queen," Wednesday replied dutifully. The slightest tremble in her response indicated a note of trepidation that Bianca hadn't seen for a little while. The queen caught her sub by the chin, lifting her face to look into the dark eyes.

"Are you ok with this, Nessie? You don't have to do this," she asked softly, dropping her hard dominatrix persona for her girlfriend.

Wednesday's eyes fluttered as they always did when Bianca showed her warmth, and the corner of her mouth lifted. "Yes, my Queen. I'm green. I… I want this. Please."

Bianca leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. "Alright," she whispered, pushing their foreheads together before stepping back, the cool mask of Queen Bee sliding back into place. She turned to a bench and picked up a silicon-coated bulb with a tail, efficiently slicking it with lube before moving to crouch between the restrained raven's spread legs. Without any preamble, she squeezed the insertable up into Wednesday's tight little cunt, not bothering to stretch her out first. Her little masochist wanted to feel pain today – she would indulge her.

Wednesday gasped as the toy was forced home, enjoying the slight burn of her vaginal passage expanding to accommodate it. As it slotted to fill her, she immediately felt the blanket of submission start to muffle the tumult of thoughts in her ever-busy brain, having just enough awareness to marvel at how much freedom she found in giving herself wholly to another: body, mind, heart, and soul. Despite Daphne's presence, she was here for her girlfriends, her willing submission just one of the ways she could honour the two magnificent women who had made a place for her in their own hearts.

"Alright. Daphne, you can begin." Bianca's command felt like a bright flash of light in the misty haze of submission. A brighter light washed over her with a pulse of warmth as the redhead stepped in front of her, her raised hand erupting in flame. The heat immediately warmed her front, while goosebumps rose on her spine. She would have writhed but for the fact she was spread helplessly on the cross, immobile and completely at the mercy of the pyro.

Like everyone else, Daphne was taller than Wednesday, especially when the seer's legs were spread so widely, costing her a number of her hard-won inches. As a result, she was forced to look up at the other woman, reinforcing her subservience. She watched wide-eyed as the flame drew nearer, its heat palpable on her bare skin.

"I won't let it harm you, but you'll feel the burn. Are you sure you want this, Wednesday?" the fire-tamer asked, looking straight into her eyes.

Wednesday let her eyes close briefly, imagining the kiss of flames. The exquisite torment of heat playing across her naked flesh, the pull of her restraints preventing her from doing anything but endure… in the moment, she had never wanted anything more. "Yes, mistress," she panted, opening her eyes to look earnestly into the amber gaze of the pyro. "I want it. Please… Green."

"Very well, sweetness. Feel the heat… burn for me…" Daphne wrapped her hand around Wednesday's breast, and immediately the heat engulfed it, the flames rolling and playfully dancing across her skin with a divine agony. Wednesday moaned, gasped, and writhed as the pain crackled over her bosom, immediately feeling the burn echo deep in her core. The pyro brought her other hand into play, ghosting it along her trembling thighs, up towards her vulva, only to skip that sensitive area in favour of brushing across her stomach.

The pain was exquisite, devouring her other senses until all she could feel was the scorching touch. She cried out rapturously, tugging uselessly on her cuffs. Aunt Calpurnia had always said during family séances that her death by burning at the stake had been the most alive she'd ever felt, and Wednesday could finally understand why. There was nothing like this sensation. Even though she knew in her right mind that the pyro's control meant she was in no danger of immolation, the feeling of surrendering her flesh was a step of submission she had no idea could be obtained before this moment.

Wildly, she looked over the redhead's shoulder, searching for the eyes of her beloved. Bianca was watching with obvious concern, but when Wednesday's face cracked into a wide smile of pure exhilaration, she softened immediately, smiling with a warm pride in her eyes. Moving obviously, she lifted the remote for the vibe, giving silent permission to the raven to take what she needed. As their eyes met and Wednesday nodded, she pushed the button and watched with adoration as her diminutive girlfriend lit up the room with a truly explosive orgasm.

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"aaah-ah-ah-ah-ah!" The spider gag robbed her of coherence, drool and spittle running freely down her chin to drip down onto her breasts. Tears might have joined the slick mess of saliva but for the thick velvet blindfold that drank them greedily before they could fall.

Wednesday would have writhed had she the ability to do so. The wand pressed against her clit, held firmly in place with devious rope-work between her spread thighs, drawing endless orgasms from her trembling body. More rope bound her to the frame of the chair she was currently occupying, winding from just below her knees down to her ankles and around the chair legs to render her immobile.

Her arms likewise were encased in cord, bound outstretched to a horizontal spar affixed to the back of the chair. A thick leather collar around her neck prevented her from collapsing forwards. The o-ring at the back was wound with the same rope that pinned her arms.

All of this would have been bearable apart from the fact that the chair lacked any sort of seat. Instead she was kept aloft by her own trembling legs in a prolonged squat and by the ball on the end of the hook that was embedded in her arse and suspended from the back of the chair. When her tired legs inevitably collapsed, she would be forced to sink down onto the hook, impaling herself until such time that she regained the strength to rise again, and start the vicious cycle once more until she either surrendered by releasing the red cloth grasped in her right hand or such time as her punishment was deemed complete.

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Bianca watched as her sub strained to slide herself onto her largest toy yet. She'd chosen it first as a challenge to her Cupcake and second as a good introduction to genital torture. Knowing her little sub's propensity for masochism, it wasn't far-fetched that she would enjoy this particular type. Wednesday had, in fact, not disappointed; her eyes twinkled, and the smallest smile had painted her face. Bianca couldn't help but find it endearing how her little raven perked up at the promise of pain mixed with pleasure.

She was doing admirably well, working herself up on the girthy toy. To make it easier, and as a fun inside joke, Bianca had chosen one shaped like a tentacle. To remind her Cupcake of the fun they could have again, plus the conical shape made it much easier to slowly inch herself onto it while Bianca watched.

Since this was an indulgence and not a punishment, she had allowed Wednesday to come several times already with the excuse of preparation. In truth, she just loved seeing her little lover tip over the edge. It was spectacular how her eyes darkened with each climax, the way her body shook and her muscles tensed, and then relaxed completely.

"You're doing so well, Cupcake. I love watching you split yourself for me. How does it feel?"

"Mm, t-tight my Queen." She almost whined, hands squeezing Bianca's breasts as an anchor while she managed another inch of the toy.

Bianca motioned for her to continue talking, her other hand going to Wednesday's hip to steady her. "Just a little bit left baby, let me help you." She pulled the seer up slightly, the strap sliding out with ease, only to bring her back down just a little past what she had managed before.

"Aahh, Bee."

"Oh, nicknames Cupcake? Is it that good?" The seer could do no more than nod, her mouth hanging open in a silent moan as the siren bobbed her up and down the strap. "Talk to me, sweetness. Tell me what you're feeling. Is it good?"

"Hughn! Hurts so good, Bee. Ah!" Wednesday weakly tried to lift herself to thrust the enormous shaft a little further, whining as a few more millimetres disappeared into her obscenely stretched lips. She jolted as a hand smacked her ass, rising up in surprise and feeling her entrance immediately try to shrink back to its customary size.

"Manners, baby," Bianca reminded her.

"S-sorry my Queen. Aahh!" She sank lower, a tremor shaking her body as the enormous toy filled her like nothing before. She couldn't even orgasm, her walls unable to clench around the phenomenal tentacle. She felt hot and cold, arousal prickling under her skin.

"Ok, Cupcake. That's enough for today. I don't want you to hurt yourself in a dangerous way." Bianca said sternly.

Wednesday let out a piteous whine. "I- I can take it…"

Bianca grabbed her chin. "This isn't a discussion, Cupcake. No more."

Tears prickled at the corner of Wednesday's eyes. "Please, my queen. I need it. I need to finish…"

Bianca didn't respond, merely tugging the raven's hips up until she was less stretched on the monstrous dildo. And then, without warning, she pinched the soft nub of flesh at the apex of her slit, making sure her nails caught at the fleshy clitoris. The effect was instantaneous. Wednesday screamed out and then spasmed uncontrollably, the siren holding her firmly around the waist to stop her slumping back onto the ruinous toy. She continued seizing for a long couple of minutes, as the siren tugged at her little bean, all the while whispering into her ear what a good girl she was. When the diminutive sub finally stilled, they were sat in a veritable puddle of her slick and juices.

"Oh, Cupcake. If you wanted to ride the real thing, you should have just asked," smirked the siren.

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"I want to give you a cream pie."

It was certainly a strange request to come out of her girlfriend's mouth. Why even ask about it when Enid could and did feed her regularly without question? "I am not hungry right now Enid, but I do not object to you feeding me. You know this, beloved." Enid's face was a poem, wide eyes, her lips clearly trying to contain a laugh while also expressing deep bewilderment.

Wednesday turned to Bianca, who had deigned to sit with them during their study session. She didn't bother hiding her amusement at the seer's confusion.

"She doesn't mean the food kind, Cupcake. Anyway, can I watch?"

This cleared nothing up for Wednesday, but she trusted her girlfriend and Bianca implicitly.

Several videos later, Wednesday understood the concept, if not the purpose, of the creampie. She had agreed, mostly to indulge Enid, as she seemed the most enthused by it. She apparently even had a toy specifically for the endeavor.

While Bianca had asked only to watch the event, she had said nothing about the prep. Wednesday had been blindfolded, gagged, and given earplugs as both dommes toyed around with her. She lay sweaty and heaving after her third denied orgasm, biting down on the ball wedged between her teeth in frustration. Soft yet firm touches trailed up and down her body while her vulva was lavished by a tongue, making her fist the sheets desperately. She moaned, although it was muffled by the leather pulled over her chin, trapping the silicon ball in with her pathetic noises. She had long ago lost track of who was doing what to her. It didn't matter; her pleasure was all that she could feel and remember.

After what seemed like an eternity the earplugs came out and her lupine lover's beautiful voice greeted her with quiet praise and reassurance. Rope slid against her skin as she was manhandled to turn on her stomach with her hands fastened behind her back. It wasn't a fancy tie, but it served to restrain her for Enid to take her pleasure.

The wolf then lifted her by the hips, having her tuck her legs under to present her now dripping hole. She felt the warmth of her girlfriend as she kneeled behind her, making out the shick-shick of lube being applied to a shaft alongside Bianca's murmured encouragement, and the tell-tale noises of the two kissing hungrily. She whined needily, wanting to revel in the affections of her girlfriend and distract her from the siren who was increasingly becoming a player in their scenes.

Suddenly strong hands grasped her hips and the tip of Enid's new toy breached her entrance. She could feel it was shaped differently than their usual toys as Enid slowly drove it in; a narrow, almost pointed head and a lip that caught when it entered and exited, rubbing against her cruelly after her denial. The body of the toy felt slender but with a slight upward curve, and while she couldn't see it, she had the distinct impression that it was a werewolf-shaped model, flaring at the base to stretch her entrance. It seemed Enid really wanted to get into the scenario of filling her with her own seed, even if it was artificial.

The wolf pushed the dildo in deep, holding it for an unbearable amount of time in her spasming cunt before finally moving. She began with a fast, shallow thrust, dragging that ridge over Wednesday's entrance repeatedly – each time it caught making the seer gasp in through her nose. Moans escaped through Wednesday's gag as the wolf pounded into her, relentlessly teasing her but not giving her enough to fall over the edge.

"Ahh you feel so good Wedns." Enid was getting into character, treating the toy as her own flesh. The stimulation it provided her was surely aiding her. "I'm gonna cum inside you, baby, paint you all pretty with me. Mmmm will you take my knot like a good girl?"

"I'm sure she will pup, our little cupcake lives to please us. Don't you, sweet thing?" What she assumed to be Bianca's hand petted her head. She couldn't answer them directly, content to moan as loud as she was able through her gag.

As the pounding grew faster, she felt the bed dip next to her, the sound of wet slaps growing louder. Where before they were concealed by her and Enid's own noises, Bianca's were now impossible to ignore. She was enjoying this just as much as the other two girls. Wednesday clenched involuntarily at the mere sound of the siren's masturbation, her own high-pitched moans muffled by the gag. Enid moaned too, feeling the change in pace. She thrust even deeper, changing her pace to keep Wednesday on the precipice of orgasming. She had perfected the technique to edge her ad infinitum thanks to Bianca and loved using it at any and all possible times.

Wednesday tried to match her pace, pushing her own hips back; she wanted Enid inside her all the way. She wanted to be filled and sated by her lover.

"Ahhn, Neess."

"Mm she's enjoying this pup, look at her squirm. Keep going – don't come yet pup."

"Shh, no orders, Bianca-ah."

"Rude!" A false affected gasp preceded a playful smack that pushed Enid even deeper into Wednesday. A thicker part of the toy bumped against her, not entering her by its sheer girth.

"Oho, looks like Cupcake found the knot. Do you want your girl's knot, cutie?" Came Bianca's teasing voice. Enid slowed her pace, now reaching to the start of the knot with every slow thrust. "Maybe you should make her beg for it, Enid."

"Hmm, maybe I should. Does my sweet girl want my knot? My baby-girl." The thrusts never stopped, but didn't speed up again. "Mm beg me for it, can you show me how much you want my knot, baby?" Now her thrusts were shallow, only a few inches teasingly dragged the soft silicone closer to what she desired most.

What Wednesday might have found humiliating in any other circumstance now came to her unbidden like second nature. She whined and garbled her affirmations, her hips thrusting back into Enid, trying and failing to push the knot into herself. She desperately wanted it; she needed it to come. Enid filling her completely. Perhaps now she understood Enid's enthusiasm for this particular role play. The thought of her lover filling her not just with her fingers or her toys but also with her seed excited something deep in her brain.

Her dommes watched as she squirmed pathetically against Enid's hips, unable to go any deeper than her girlfriend allowed her. Warm hands settled over Enid's own burning ones at Wednesday's hips, pulling her back in small thrusts against the knot. "I think she wants it very badly, pup, shall we?"

She could feel as they both pulled her down onto the knot, slowly stretching her out. With a pop, it was in; she shuddered, delighted at the fullness. But her mistresses were not known to be merciful.

Immediately, they both pulled her away, then back in. Now setting a fast pace that included the knot popping in and out of her. The orgasm that had stalked the edge of her perception rapidly approached. Apparently so did Enid's as she doubled over on top of Wednesday. She thrust a few more times before groaning and stilling, the knot fully plugging the seer's tight passage. Wednesday mewled, so close to her own release but not quite there, when she suddenly felt the foreign sensation of warm liquid flooding into her. She came immediately with her girlfriend filling her, the strange new feeling pushing her to the brink.

Pleasure washed over her in waves as she shook, collapsing onto the mattress. Her warm, soft girlfriend carefully laid atop her, always mindful not to actually squash her. She felt the bed dip next to them again as Bianca laid down as well. The blindfold came off first, then the rope followed lastly by the gag. She remained impaled on Enid's toy as seemingly none of them were able to move just yet.

Soft, warm kisses traveled all over her skin. "Can I pull out, baby?" Enid asked her. An affirmative grunt was all Wednesday could offer her as she basked in the afterglow. Slowly the wolf inched the toy out of her, enticing the siren to go look at her handiwork. Wednesday's pussy was positively ravaged, flushed pink, and leaking with the whitish cum-like lube. Bianca let out a low whistle at the sight. "Wow, Wolfie, you outdid yourself. Looks good on you, Cupcake. Although maybe we can make it better. Can I have the toy for a second?" Wednesday cracked an eye open, too comfortable to actually move, she watched as Bianca donned the toy. After a few seconds of fidgeting, Wednesday felt more than saw as Bianca "came" all over her ass and vulva, literally painting her with it.

"Oohh, it does look better, Bee. Maybe we should take a picture so Ness can see. Can we, baby?"

"Hmm yeh," Wednesday mumbled sleepily, no longer caring as she reveled in her post-climax euphoria. Soon after, she was cuddled up between both women, looking at pictures of their, as Enid put it, "bootyful" art.

She could understand Enid's enthusiasm for creampies now.

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"Night night. Love you Bee. Love you Nes."

"Night Enid. Love you. Night Nessie. Love you."

Wednesday felt the crossed embrace of her two girlfriends tighten around her before relaxing. "Goodnight, beloveds," she whispered. Soft breathing indicated that the siren and the wolf had already dropped into sleep after their tiring activities of the evening. "I…" She sighed, looking up at the dark ceiling as if she might find a way to vocalise the words that wouldn't leave her heart. With a weight in her chest, she lay awake, chewing over the issue.

It wasn't that she didn't want to say it, but rather the words got stuck in her throat, unnaturally clogging it with their size and weight. She felt made of lead every time her lovers uttered the phrase and she failed to respond. What if they were to realize she wasn't good for them? She did care for them deeply, but if she could not show it, then what did she offer? Would they rather start dating someone else? Someone who could express her feelings as effortlessly as they could?

The thoughts hung around her like a cloud through the days. Her mood became gloomier than usual, a sad glint in her eye discernible even to other students.

Her paramours noticed and had tried cheering her up in their own ways; with nice outings that suited her tastes and sweet words that somehow made her feel even more inadequate. She couldn't let them know the depths of her inadequacy, so she had started to avoid them as far as possible, making excuses to avoid returning to the dorm or spending time with them in leisure periods. She knew it wasn't fair to them, but neither was receiving their adoration and providing nothing in return.

The situation inevitably came to a head. Wednesday had let herself back into the dorm late – past her girlfriends' usual bedtimes, as was becoming habit. As she sealed the door, the light clicked on to reveal her lovers standing on either side of her.

"Wednesday, we need to talk." Bianca had a serious look in her eyes. Even with her lack of social cues, Wednesday knew the negative connotations of that particular phrase. She dropped her chin to look at the floor as her heart plummeted. She knew this was coming but had foolishly hoped that distancing herself would delay the inevitable. For all she hated being the weighted stone around the other two women's healthy and reciprocal relationship, she didn't want it to end, but she also wouldn't stand in the way of their happiness.

"I'm sorry," she whispered. "I won't make this difficult. You two deserve to be happy together." A tear slipped down her cheek as she started to turn back to leave. She had barely started moving before she was engulfed in two sets of arms enveloping her in a tight hug.

"Baby, that's not what this is! Why would you think that?" Bianca murmured into her ear, as Enid pressed close with a sad little whine.

"Because I'm broken. I can't give you what you deserve." Wednesday's voice cracked as the tears escaped. She stood rictus still, unable to move under the weight of dread and other unnameable emotions that bolted her to the ground.

Enid, unashamedly crying too, nuzzled into her neck, moving her hand to cup the dark skull with a reassuring pressure. "You're not broken, Nes. Why would you think that? What do you think we deserve?"

"Someone who can love you properly. Who can show you and tell you how much you mean to them. Not some useless pet that only takes and takes and never gives anything in return. You deserve someone that doesn't waste your time and affection. Someone whole," she sniffled pathetically.

"Oh, Nessie…" Bianca visibly broke at her words. "Is that how you see yourself? Baby, that isn't true. None of that is true. What's making you feel like this, hmm?" She stared searchingly into the teary dark eyes, which looked away shamefully.

"I haven't said it," she said simply, like it explained everything.

"You haven't said what?" Enid looked as confused as Bianca felt.

"The words."

"What words?" Bianca's tone was high and tight with an emotion that Wednesday had no hope of naming, but that felt bad.

"…" she opened her mouth, but even now she couldn't utter them, they were too big – too heavy. She could feel them in her heart, pushing her down but also forwards, a grinding pressure. They were there, but they were trapped. The noise of them filled her head with static, and she couldn't stop the tears from falling fresh as everything closed in around her.

"Oh. Oh, Nes." Enid pulled her impossibly tighter, clawing to grab Bianca and draw her closer. "Baby, we know. We both know. Come 'ere."

The wolf drew them over to the bed where they carefully undressed Wednesday before quickly stripping themselves and sandwiching her in a cocoon of warm flesh, stroking and murmuring comfort until the tension in the small frame eased slightly and she tumbled into an exhausted sleep.

The wolf and the siren whispered over her as they continued to caress her gently, soothing out the stress lines with soft touches.

The next morning Wednesday awoke swaddled between her girlfriends. The second she blinked her eyes open, she was greeted by warm and loving eyes on her, and gentle touches on her face. After a long moment of silent affection, Bianca rose first, pulling her gently up.

"Come on, sweet thing. Let me get you cleaned up. Wolfy has some things she needs to take care of, but we're spending the day with you, here. I've already told the Head Mistress we need a mental health day."

Reluctantly Wednesday rose and let Bianca lead her to the showers, though not before Enid had tackled them both in a hug, lifting the raven off her feet so she could be crushed in wolfish affection.

Bianca didn't talk much, simply sending reassuring looks and firm touches as she tended to her smallest girlfriend. She took her time, gently washing every bit of soft olive skin with visible affection.

Wednesday insisted on returning the favour, carefully washing the siren in return. When they left, Bianca led them back to her own dorm where she dried and braided Wednesday's hair and fed her a light breakfast of the fruit that she always kept on hand, making sure she hydrated well after expending so many tears.

When she was satisfied the seer was looked after, she approached with a soft velvet scarf – black, naturally. "I need to put this on, love. I promise, no nasty surprises, no punishments. Trust me."

"I do," Wednesday responded without hesitation, tilting her head to invite the siren to blindfold her. With the cloth secured in place, Bianca took her by the hand and led her the familiar steps back to the shared dorm.

The velvety darkness felt reassuring along with the warm weight of her siren's hands. She let herself be guided to stand somewhere around her own bed, taking a strange little detour as if to avoid an obstacle.

"Come here baby." Enid's warm hands beckoned her from below, pulling her to sit on her wolf's warm nude lap. "Comfy?"

"Mmhm" She snuggled deeper into the hold in lieu of a verbal answer, her back fully enveloped by soft warm skin.

She couldn't see Bianca but she heard the smile in her words "Good, we want to show you something, sweetness."

The scarf lifted off, bright light spilling through. Wednesday kept her eyes closed, waiting for the order to actually look. Soft kisses framed her face from both sides. "Open your eyes, Nes. We want you to see what we see."

She did as told, gazing into Enid's full-length mirror that had been dragged across their room to sit in front of her own monochrome bed. She saw herself sitting on Enid's lap, surrounded by her strong arms. To her left sat Bianca, blue eyes piercing into her own as she looked into them. They both had soft expressions on their faces as they took in their reflections.

"We want to show you that you don't need to say anything to show us that you love us, Cupcake; we know." Dark hands trailed up her stomach and chest.

Enid leaned over to the other side and murmured into her neck, "Look at your eyes and think of us; see how they soften? And how lovingly you look at us." She looked; it was true that her eyes lost their permanent scowl when she thought of her lovers.

Bianca cupped her neck softly, merely holding. "Well done, Nessie." Wednesday blushed lightly at the praise; she was often praised during their scenes and in their relationship, but she would admit to never having seen herself flush. "That's it, you noticed it, right? You don't blush for anyone but us baby. It's always been like that – somehow you resist with others but never for us." Her blush covered her face, eyes lidded and her muscles relaxing into her lovers.

Enid joined in, her hand trailing down to cup her pubis, all the while looking at Wednesday in the mirror. "You're always such a good girl for us, Nes. Our sweet little raven." The wolf squeezed a bit, putting pressure over her vulva and drawing a moan from the submissive.

"Ah!"

"We can see how much you love and trust us when you lean into our touch. Look now, see how you are trying to get more of our us?" The siren added, her hands now splayed over the seers breasts as Enid held her belly and pubis, and Wednesday couldn't help but follow the touches.

"I can feel you leaning into my hands, baby." She felt rather than heard her wolf say, murmuring into her throat between tender kisses.

"Are you doing ok, Cupcake?" Peppered kisses covered her cheeks and shoulders, she could now see her breathing had become faster, her chest expanding as she panted under the loving affection.

"Mm si, mi sirena. Green. I- I feel good. Ah-" She watched as Enid's fingers inched lower, parting her labia and pausing just shy of her entrance. After a moment, she pulled back and forth slightly, pushing in a little with every downward stroke and catching the fleshy swell of her clit on the upward motions. Wednesday started moaning more and more, the pleasure simmering just in her belly.

"Look at you, Nes; you let yourself be completely vulnerable with us. You trust us completely, not just with your body but with your mind and your heart too. That's a real show of love." In the mirror, she saw it; she was completely vulnerable and unrestrained, nude in one of her girlfriend's laps and embraced by the other while she was fingered and petted. Content and relaxed knowing her lovers would care for her.

Enid's pace didn't quicken when she entered, but it didn't much matter, Wednesday could feel herself growing closer to climax just from the praise. She could feel herself full of her lovers as Bianca pushed one of her fingers into her mouth – eagerly she suckled on the digit, watching her eyelids droop in the reflection.

"We see your love every day, Nessie – our perfect Cupcake – in how loyal you are. You've never had trouble showing us. How protective too. Remember how you took care of Enid when that jackass tried to bully her?"

"Or how you keep pushing Bianca to be the best in fencing, because you care about what we love too," the wolf chimed in, still steadily pumping into her. She watched long fingers disappearing into her mirror self that she could feel caressing her inner walls.

"We could sit here all day listing what you do for us, sweet girl. Will you let us show you how much you mean to us?" The siren leaned forward and suckled on her jaw. Wednesday couldn't hold her orgasm back then; she spasmed, clenching around Enid and moaning both their names over and over like a prayer. It felt like the longest she had ever climaxed in her life.

When she could finally see again she met both her loves eyes in the mirror. "Do you see now, baby?" Enid kissed her cheek, tasting salt. "Happy tears? Or do you need a break, Nes?" She asked softly.

"Mm," She didn't need words as she snuggled back into her and Bianca. In the mirror she had a small smile alongside her tears. She felt full and warm inside, not just from the orgasm but from the love she had received and reflected back to her two beloved paramours.

"We love you, Nessie."

"Yeah, love you, Nes."

She hummed and returned their love, in her own way.

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By the time Wednesday returned to the dorm she was a twitching wreck. The vaginal plug had been in her since lunch, filling her and making its presence felt with every movement she made. As if that wasn't sufficient, Bianca and Enid had teased her relentlessly at every opportunity, cupping her pubis overtly between classes and discreetly during them. They had even dragged her to a bathroom mid-afternoon with the sole purpose of bringing her back to the edge of climax, before cruelly denying her. They had spent torturous minutes fucking her with the toy while ambushing her with a tongue on either side; Enid lapping at her clit while Bianca performed anilingus until she could barely breathe outside of the embarrassing squeaks that fell from her mouth.

She could only guess what her two mistresses had in store, but she knew it would be memorable – there would be no reprieve for her tonight. She moved into the dorm, taking advantage of the fact that she was the first back, her mistresses having sent her ahead and told her to prepare herself. She put away her school pack and tidied up the few belongings Enid had strewn about in her hurry to leave that morning. The plug slid along her walls every time she moved in a different direction, keeping her in a state of wired arousal. She let out cooing sighs as she stripped out of her uniform, discarding it all in the laundry hamper seeing as it was a Friday.

Finally she left the comfort of the dorm to make her ablutions. The bathroom was blessedly empty, most students using the end of the week to carry out social excursions to the town – something she was denied due to her legal obligations. Not that she had any desire to mingle with the local populace; she had everything she needed in the bounds of the school. Still, it was always nice to have solitary time, especially as she felt sure her mistresses expected thorough cleanliness.

She made sure to take one of the special shower heads from the rack – a hollow steel shaft with holes drilled in the head. Using them was now second nature, although it was awkward today with the large plug in her vagina. Still, she did her level best, even though the sensation brought her dangerously close to climax and had her clutching the wall for support as she choked back cries of desperate arousal. When she was done, she left the nozzle in the special bin to be thoroughly cleaned and disinfected.

Returning up the corridor, she could see warm light spilling from under the door of her domicil; her mistresses had returned. She paused briefly, taking a deep breath and steeling herself before slipping easily into her submissive persona and then into the dorm, turning to face her fate in her usual subservient position.

"There's our Cupcake." Bianca uncoiled from where she had been waiting in Wednesday's chair. She moved sinuously across the room and draped herself on the smaller woman, immediately cupping to feel the plug still seated between desperate thighs. "I hope you're ready for us, kitten. Now, close your eyes. We've got a surprise for you, so no peeking…"

Immediately, Wednesday clasped her eyes shut, long trained to obedience between the firm hands of her two mistresses. She presumed Enid had something to do with the surprise, as she had definitely been complicit in the afternoon's torment and was now conspicuously absent. She let Bianca guide her to the bed, long used to giving control of her body to the siren or wolf. She could navigate her dorm blindfold – and often did.

She was pulled back to recline against the warm, naked flesh of the top; laying flat on top of her using the ample bosom for a pillow. The siren wrapped her legs with Wednesday's and spread, anchoring her open. Her arms were guided to the iron bars above their heads. "Grab the headboard, Cupcake. Don't let go." She obediently wrapped her fingers around the metalwork and sighed as warm hands landed on her breasts, just cupping them for now. She heard the creak of a floorboard and shuddered in anticipation.

"Ok. Open your eyes, baby girl."

Wednesday opened her eyes to meet the gold-hued gaze of a semi-shifted werewolf, staring down at her with undisguised hunger. It was still a couple of days until full moon… how was this possible?

"Surprise!" whispered Bianca into her ear.

The beast sprang onto the bed lightly, fitting itself between her spread legs and giving her a familiar wink. As if the fact that it had golden fur with pink and blue highlights hadn't revealed its identity. "Enid…" Wednesday breathed, eyes wide. Before she could form another thought, the creature bent forward to nose at the plug that was still stuffed in her. The shuffle of air ghosted over the moisture there, causing her to shudder in anticipation.

And the nose dropped lower, down to the siren's vulva. A long lick had Bianca groaning, and then Wednesday squirming as it cleaved through both their slits. Within a few laps they were both writhing, Bianca grasping her body warmer's breasts with a delightfully painful pressure.

The gluttonous beast nosed deeper, into the space between them, and began to lap again; this time the long, dexterous tongue working to find the immaculate anus of the dark-haired sub. Each lap also served to brush against Bianca's clit, and it wasn't long before the siren jerked underneath, moaning her climax into Wednesday's ear. Unfortunately for the seer, she didn't have the luxury of coming when she wanted, and she was left to endure the lupine tongue probing her arsehole as neither mistress was in a position to grant her permission.

When Bianca could talk again, it was uncharacteristically to beg. "Stop! Enid, puppy, please! Too much. Ah!" Wednesday felt the snort of amusement all the way up her spine as it fluttered her clit. She whined pathetically, which only served to have the wolf repeat the noise. Mercifully though, the tongue stilled, although it was still pushing against her puckered hole.

"Please… I'm close… may I…?"

"Hold it," Bianca warned breathlessly.

Enid withdrew as she moved back to create space for her massive clawed hand to ease the plug out from Wednesday's grasping cunt. She pumped it in and out a few times, taking clear delight and the way her tiny plaything mewled and gasped, still denied her release. Finally, she pulled it free with a slurping 'pop' that had her licking her wide jaw salaciously.

Slowly, she reached her large paw forward until it hovered over Wednesday's flushed, sweaty face. When the raven locked eyes on it, she extended her obsidian claws and ran them down the scalp of her prey, evoking a whole-body shiver through her tiny frame. Then, with exaggerated care, she demonstrated utmost control, fully retracting the weapon on her middle finger, which she then pressed to the trembling mouth.

"Holy shit," breathed Bianca from behind. "That's so fucking hot."

Wednesday watched in rapt awe at the display of casual ferocious power. She felt her core throb as those razor claws scraped her skull. And when she finally realised what was being demanded of her, her eyes rolled up as she took the enormous digit into her mouth, lathing and sucking it diligently. The finger, similar in size to the multitude of silicon phalluses she had deep throated, was covered in a downy fur that tugged at the buds on her tongue. She couldn't take the enormous phalange as far as she was accustomed as a result, but she still lathed it with her tongue dutifully.

When the wolf deemed it suitably moistened, she withdrew it and met the eyes of her sub, a question in them.

"Yes! Please! Green. Green. Green," pleaded Wednesday, needing to feel that enormous digit filling her and tugging at her walls.

The beast nodded once before pushing in to her second joint in one swift move. Permission or not, it didn't matter. Wednesday emitted a choked-off scream as she came. The wolf generously allowed her to stop spasming and catch her breath before she started fucking into her with a malicious grin.

By the time Wednesday had been brought to her third orgasm, the beast had awoken its appetite once more, deciding that fish was on the menu, and the siren's song joined the raven's cries, while the wolf howled victoriously above them.

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The Addams mansion had always been an intricate maze of secret passageways, forgotten corridors, and the occasional slide trap. Plus a slew of other fun traps that Enid would take – hopefully – a very long time to discover. As of right now, she was tolerating the secret passageways that Wednesday seemed to prefer; in her words, it was to "better avoid the nosey fools that are my parents". Enid thought it was cute how annoyed she acted around them, but she knew better. Wednesday showed her love in other ways, like a cat that won't cuddle you but will still hang around you. Her little black cat.

Said black cat was currently making her crawl through dusty and cramped tunnels, though. While Enid didn't mind a bit of shenanigans, she wasn't a big fan of dust or crawling where something might have died.

"Enid, stop whimpering, they will hear us." She whispered back at the wolf. She couldn't really help her whining, though; it came with being a wolf, and so sue her, the tunnels were scary.

"Weednnss, it's gross in here. Are you sure there are no dead things?" She could hear the raven sigh ahead of her, probably regretting her choice of route. There were, after all, multiple ways outside and into the cemetery.

Wednesday twisted herself to look back at her girlfriend. Enid wasn't sure what Wednesday could discern in the near dark, but she still pouted cutely. Her puppy eyes had previously always worked."Enid, there are no dead things in this particular passage; however, I could provide a distraction if you are so inclined. But we must remain quiet; this tunnel goes under rooms my family frequents, and I cannot be sure they are vacant." Enid nodded vigorously, a distraction, yes gods, please. Anything to stop her from thinking about the tickles on her legs and the possibility of them being spiders. Perhaps her girlfriend did see in the dark as she nodded, acknowledging Enid before she started shuffling about.

Enid wondered what kind of distraction her girlfriend was about to provide; maybe she had a fidget toy or something in her pocket? So lost in her thoughts, she didn't see nor anticipate a small bunch of fabric hitting her on the face. Sputtering, she peeled the black fabric off her face. It smelled strongly of Wednesday, like something she might have worn near her skin."Did you throw your sock at me?" Looking up, she confirmed that it was not, in fact, a sock.

"Keep up, Sinclair, and maybe you can get a bite of me." Wednesday, now without her panties, continued her crawl forward. Enid could peek under her skirt, tan supple skin and in between her legs, now free of constraints, her perfect and obviously wet cunt.

"Wha- Wait for me." The wolf kicked into gear, now able to ignore any and all discomforts of the creepy tunnel. She had better, wetter things to worry about. The panties now in her possession passed to her pocket so she could get close up with Wednesday.

"Shhh," the seer hushed. Right, quiet time to avoid the family. Enid could definitely do that. She pulled herself even closer to Wednesday, almost wedging herself between the seer's legs. They continued like this for a bit, Enid content to steal the occasional lick of perfect pink labia. She could tell Wednesday was having fun, even if they had to be quiet, she was wetter than when they started, and Enid did notice that they had both started crawling much slower. Almost as if Wednesday wanted her to stop and ravage her.

The seer stopped abruptly, Enid, without having realized she was stopping, did not in fact stop at a prudent distance, instead burying her face into Wednesday's ass, mouth right over her dripping vagina. She heard the seer whine and murmur something up ahead of her, but the heady scent of her girlfriend's arousal distracted her. "Hmm?" She made a questioning noise as if actually responding when in reality her only thought was 'eat'.

Wednesday's perfect pink and warm valley pushed back into her, and that was all the confirmation she needed to dive in. This wasn't the place for pleasantries and foreplay, plus she was already dripping, and so she lapped with ferocity, her nose nudging near her puckering anus. The taste flooded her mouth, and she was transported to another reality where all that existed were her and Wednesday.

She inched one of her hands up the seer's leg, reveling in the change in texture from thigh-high to supple skin. She wasn't expecting Wednesday's hand to stop her from reaching for her vulva though, but then remembered and whispered, "Oh, right dirty hands. Sorry, Nes."

"Sh-shh, we-ah need to be quiet, Enid,” Wednesday uttered between high squeaks.

"Mm sure, but I'm not the one squeaking. Maybe you should bite down on something, Nes." She punctuated, biting at the juncture between her ass and her thigh, a favorite that never failed to make the sub squirm.

"Ah-" A choked moan was all Enid heard before the seer apparently bit down on something, her moans now restrained behind fabric.

Enid did not care for propriety anyway; they were in a secret tunnel, avoiding people already, might as well make a mess. Her wide tongue swept down to lap at Wednesday's clit and up to her entrance, dipping in before repeating the whole motion. If she couldn't finger fuck her, she would use her tongue.

Wetness gushed onto her tongue as the seer started squirming, trying to get away from the lupine tongue in halfhearted pulls of her hips. Enid hooked her other arm around the seer's waist and pulled her back onto her tongue. She lapped at her, occasionally shushing her when a moan managed to escape her makeshift gag. Wednesday had given up holding herself up long ago, now ass up and face down for her, almost presenting. "Good girl," was mumbled into her folds. If she heard, she didn't indicate it, but Enid could tell she was getting closer with every lick and suck, shaking and unable to quiet all her moans.

She smelled when her orgasm was about to crest, a surge of hormones so potent she wondered if they could be smelled even without her enhanced senses. Silently, Wednesday tipped over the edge, legs giving up and only held up by strong wolf hands and a skilled tongue.

Enid held her up, kissing down her thighs. "Hmm, I like you on your knees for me." A slap resounded in the tunnel, drawing a high-pitched moan from Wednesday. "Keep crawling, I want out of these tunnels so I can fuck you properly."

"Y-es mistress."

Enid smirked. Wednesday had forgotten all about being quiet. No matter, she could hear the rest of the family upstairs in another room farther away, she would tease Wednesday anyway when they got out, though. She would make sure to get her little sub on her knees again, preferably with a strap or her fingers buried in her while she screamed. Yes, that was a much better use of their time; the dark tunnels could wait.

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Wednesday lapped dutifully at the siren, ensuring she did her best to deliver pleasure with wide strokes that licked from her ass, over her entrance and up to her clit. The hand on her head dictated the pace and force as she dutifully let Divina grind over her face.

"Gods, you're so good at this, sugar," sighed the domme. She was lying draped across Yoko's bed, legs hanging over the edge with a bound Wednesday between them, kneeling on the floor to serve her. The dark-haired little servant had been generously lent by her good friends, Bianca and Enid, who were supposedly busy preparing for an upcoming debate competition and didn't need the distraction of their beautifully dark paramour and sub drawing their focus.

Her own girlfriend and usual sub was busy lavishing her breasts with affection, sucking and nipping at her rosy teats. The two had been teasing one another through the afternoon, Yoko being granted the privilege of co-domme over the diminutive seer, although she of course remained subordinate to the siren.

Naturally, Yoko had taken the opportunity to practice her kinbaku on a willing and acquiescent subject. They had enjoyed putting the dark-haired submissive in a variety of ties as they used her to eke out a number of orgasms between them, the opportunity of having such a pliant yet skillful servant at their beck and call one they fully intended to take advantage of.

Currently, the raven looked mouth-watering in a black star harness, almost resembling a pentacle that suited her aesthetic perfectly. Paired with her smeared dark makeup and disheveled bangs from the hours spent in service, she was simply delectable. Yoko had added a gote-style arm tie to ensure she complied with their directions of 'no touching', leaving her arms comfortably holstered across her back.

Now the little psychic had her eyes almost closed as she performed the duty she had been set to, lingering on the edge of subspace in the care of two women who she knew she could lower some of her well-fortified boundaries around.

Divina gasped again but pushed her back before she could bring her to climax once more.

"Fuck! I'll be sure to tell your mistresses how good you are, sugar. They'll be so proud of you."

Wednesday hummed contentedly as a flash of arousal flooded through her, causing her to squirm a little as she thought about the inevitable pride in her mistresses' eyes when Divina told them, how they would hold her and pet her and tell her what a good girl she is.

She wondered whether she would get a reward or if they would just expect that she would do her best. She would do her best because it made her mistresses happy, not because she expected a reward. But it would be nice if she was granted a treat.

Maybe they would ask her to show them how well she'd behaved. She could demonstrate her love by serving them while they told her how good she was. Or maybe they would give her a sweet love-making session. No rules or roles, just three lovers gifting their affections to one another. Or maybe they would just hum in quiet satisfaction and go back to their debate prep. She really didn't mind, as long as she made them proud.

A sharp pull of her hair brought her back to her current task. "Tsk sugar, you can daydream later. Be a good little toy for us and make me come." She was brought back into warm folds by her hair, the tug adding a lovely dull pain to her own pleasure. The siren resumed grinding onto her tongue, not letting the sub even move as she held her in place with both hands fisted in her hair. Wednesday dutifully licked as much as she could, providing return pressure that had the siren groaning as she worked herself faster.

"Y-Yoko! Fuck! Do it! Bite me, baby." Without preamble, the vampire did, unsheathing her fangs and sinking them into the soft flesh of her left boob, just above the heart. Divina came in a gushing orgasm that covered Wednesday's face, dripping down to her breasts. On top of her, Yoko orgasmed as well, the blood she thirstily guzzled full of Divina's orgasmic hormones; tipping her over the edge.

Wednesday sat patiently, lapping up all that was offered to her as her current dommes shook. Her mistresses would hear about her performance, and possibly smell it on her if Divina and Yoko kept this up until their return. She shivered pleasurably, imagining what was in store for her.

"Mm what should we do with our pet, Daddy? Look at her shaking for us. So cute." She hadn't even noticed when they recovered and started eyeing her like predators.

"I have a few ideas, why don't you fetch us our special box, baby? I'm sure we have some fun toys we can try next."

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It was always gags with Bianca, Wednesday mused. The siren had her again. She requested her service more than anyone else in class. Admittedly the top earned more rewards than almost all the rest of the class put together, but there was a definite weighting towards her choosing Wednesday as her sub.

Not that the seer was complaining. She couldn't. She had a ball gag clamped between her teeth, which wouldn't be so bad, except the trip to the red room had been brief. Just long enough to fit the gag, edge her and then bid her leave again. Apparently the top was going to have her reward in silencing her class competitor for the rest of the lesson. And possibly the next if the teacher didn't intervene.

"Uhgn!" Wednesday's teeth clenched around the bit gag as another blow landed across her already thrumming arse. The bite of the cane was intense, and the gag was a welcome mercy, allowing her to channel some of the fire by biting down onto it. Especially as she was immobilised, stretched over a bench with strong leather straps keeping her in a perfectly floggable pose.

"Eighk. Hahng koo, my kheen." Of course, the gag didn't preclude her from the expectation to thank the domme for each blow she suffered. In fact, Bianca chatted to her most when she was gagged, expecting her to politely respond to each question asked. It was clear the cocky siren 'got off' – as Enid would say – on reducing her usually immaculate diction to choked out consonants and vowels.

Since Enid had invited Bianca to tutor her in how to instil obedience in her sub, Wednesday had the dubious honour of the siren's company regularly, even outside of class. At this point, she might as well sew her mouth shut for how often she was able to use it freely.

Swish-crack! She grunted as the fiery line erupted along her buttock. Oh yes, that's what she was doing. "Hgnihn. Hahng koo, my kheen."

Wednesday's eyes watered as the dildo hit the back of her throat. She willed herself to relax, and on the next thrust she let it slip past and into her oesophagus.

"Fuck, that's it. Such a good girl for me, Cupcake." Bianca looked down in wonder as the silicon strap slid through the metal ring of the spider gag with a faint squeak.

Wednesday hated it when she was forced to wear a gag for this sort of service. She preferred to be able to demonstrate her skill, sucking and massaging the shaft with her tongue. But Bianca knew that, and her mistress loved to take as much – if not more – than she gave. Reducing the seer to a mere servant and denying her autonomy was too rewarding for her Queen.

And deep inside, there was a part of Wednesday that could also appreciate it as a reward. To be stripped of the burden of decision making and responsibility for her own actions gave her a unique freedom to just exist. So even though she was on her stomach, fully restrained in a hogtie with a prosthetic phallus stuffed down her throat, she was at peace in the hands of her Mistress.

"Oh, fuck Cupcake! Yes! Right there!"

Wednesday dutifully pulled her head back and thrust it forward again, repeating the motion that was earning her such rapturous praise from the usually reserved siren. The dildo strapped to her face probed forward once again and hit the spot that had Bianca dancing on her face. She clamped her teeth on the rubber ball on the other side of the leather plate, keeping the pressure steady and consistent for her Mistress.

It was imperative that she give her Queen the best of her service. Of course, it was her duty to ensure the pleasure of anyone that might claim dominance over her, but it mattered that Bianca experience the best orgasm she was capable of giving. The only other person that got her care as well as her service was Enid, her roommate turned domme turned lover. Wednesday wasn't comfortable to examine that too closely.

To distract from that thought she awkwardly brought her hand up to grasp at the dark teat above her. It was a stretch thanks to the height difference, but she would make it work. Her other hand continued to stroke at the engorged nub that was nestled between the dark labia.

Her neck was aching and her legs were going numb, but she would not stop until she had the honour of her mistress' juices spraying over her face.

"There you go, Nessie. Good girl."

Wednesday mewled as the siren's hips finally brushed her buttocks, feeling the full length of the shaft embedded in her. She barely had time to draw a shaky breath through her nose before her girlfriend withdrew and started to slowly thrust in and out.

"Look at you, taking me so well, sweetheart."

The praise had the walls of her empty cunt clenching desperately. She whined, unable to do more with another dildo strapped into her mouth, stopping just shy of the back of her throat.

"I love how well I fit in you. My precious Cupcake." Bianca murmured, leaning forward to fondle the hanging breasts of her girlfriend, which drove the toy deeper into the perfect arse and rewarded her with another breathless squeak.

Wednesday opened and closed her fists, trying to find an outlet for the stimulation. She couldn't help but recall back to the first time Bianca had her in this same position; doubled over, legs spread, arms restrained behind her as she hung semi-suspended from the ceiling. She had been so aroused and overwhelmed back then she had experienced her first panic attack, unused to dealing with so much emotion after years of repressing her feelings. Now though, all she felt was love and the desire to let her gorgeous lover take what she wanted from her.

It would seem that what Bianca wanted was to drive her wild and then have her break around her cock. And she did just that, working her hands over olive skin as she started a rolling series of thrusts that had soon had Wednesday on the crest. Of course, by now the siren knew every sign of her lover's climax, and she teased her, keeping her on the fine edge of release with languid strokes that plumbed her depths deliciously.

Wednesday whined and cried as her mistress and girlfriend kept her on the precipice, tears falling freely as her empty cunt clutched desperately, weeping with her to leave arousal sticky between her thighs. She gave everything she had, holding out as long as she could before finally snapping her fingers twice.

Bianca stilled. "Oh baby, you've given me so much. Thank you. Do you need to come now?"

Wednesday nodded pathetically, a little mewl working past the phallus in her mouth.

"Ok. Good girl. Are you ready?"

"Mm-hm," she hummed, nodding again, clicking her fingers once to confirm.

"There's my good girl. Ok Cupcake, come for me." With that, Bianca grasped her hips and began to fuck into her with vigour, pumping her own hips forcefully and driving the dildo deep. Just as the pressure became unbearable, the siren moved one of her hands to thrum against Wednesday's bean with her thumb and breached her vagina with the tips of two fingers.

Immediate release washed over the raven, liquid squirting to soak her lover as she spasmed and seized in ecstasy, Bianca riding her until the aftershocks settled into tremors and then carefully withdrawing, allowing Wednesday to ride out her sensitivity in the firm embrace of her binds, suspended with her legs barely keeping her upright.

Knowing that an intense cuddle session was coming her way as soon as she was free, the raven let herself hang, suspended in bliss and love.

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Wednesday shifted her sore feet again. She had been standing for hours, purposefully positioned so she couldn't see the clock on the wall behind her and as such could only guess how long she still had to serve of this interminable punishment. Not that she was in a hurry to rush to the next stage of disciplinary action…

She was fully naked, standing in the centre of the foyer on a raised platform. Her neck and wrists were entrapped in a wooden pillory – two hinged planks of wood pushed together with holes for her head and hands and locked with a heavy padlock. The boards were suspended with chains that hung from a pair of posts on either side of her.

She had been subject to titters, derision, scorn and disdain as the student body moved around her in the busy entranceway between the central hub and the main quad over the course of the morning. Not that she could see more than the tops of people's heads with her wide wooden collar, which meant at least her face was hidden, unlike her nude body.

She'd ended up here as a consequence of "ruining a local festivity". The event had been the most abhorrent example of cultural appropriation she had the misfortune to witness. 'Los Spooky Noches' at the local theme park had made a mockery of her ancestral heritage, with deeply disrespectful games such as the 'painted skull shy' and 'smash the ofrenda'.

Naturally she'd done her utmost to disturb the event, slipping ghost chillis into the 'authentic spicy hot chocolate', swapping the candy-filled piñatas for her own maggot or spider-filled ones, and loudly denouncing the event in Spanish and then English for the benefit of the ignorants running the show.

In retrospect, the blatancy of the last action was probably what had led her to her current state of humility, but she felt it was worth it.

In fairness to the Head Mistress, she had understood and supported Wednesday's vitriol, but could not condone her actions. She had "publicly impugned the reputation of the school" (not for the first time) with "radical actions that only enflamed relations with the local populace". For that she was sentenced to public punishment, loss of privileges and whatever further punitive actions her dorm rep felt suitable.

Which led her to this moment, pilloried and nude in front of the schoolmates she had publicly shamed. The idea was presumably that she should feel equal shame, though the number of her peers that had actually congratulated her and her stand against the gross act of cultural appropriation somewhat lessened the effect.

After an interminably long period of standing, she finally felt someone step up beside her on the platform. Her dorm representative, Yoko, stepped around into her eye line, grinning at her with pointed fangs clearly on show.

"Comfy, pigeon?" Wednesday rolled her eyes. Ever since the vampire had learned she was a raven seer, she insisted on calling her different bird names. Yoko only smiled wider at her visible exasperation. She lent in to whisper in Wednesday's ear. "Look, my cheeky little magpie, we all know you were justified in calling out that racist bullshit, but you've got to learn to act appropriately and proportionally. Kapiche?"

Wednesday huffed not bothering to argue for herself. Yoko continued. "Do you know what else we know? We know that a 90-pound waif like you couldn't possibly have carried all those piñatas alone." Wednesday stiffened. It was true; maggots were surprisingly heavy. "I know exactly who your accomplices were. But I also know this was your idea. So I'm not going to turn them in to Weems, but I am going to make sure that they also feel something of the consequences of their part in this."

"I acted alone," Wednesday spoke immediately.

"No, you didn't. And if you lie to me again, I'll double the punishments. All of them. Starting with this one. Fancy a whole day up here, albatross? So, why don't you be a good girl and follow me?"

Yoko released the pillory from the chains holding it aloft and led the seer, still in the heavy stockade, to the red room at the base of Ophelia tower. Inside stood Malice, the sadistic faceless who loved to bring Wednesday to the edge of her limits. Behind her stood her two girlfriends, each gagged with a half-face cover. Wednesday would bet that a ball gag stuffed each of their mouths, too. In another situation she would have delighted to see her Queen forced into such a demeaning position, but today she only had concern for her paramours.

Before she could voice such thoughts, she was bent over by her two wardens, locked into the traditional stocks position with chains hanging from the ceiling and attached to the floor that fastened to the same loops that had kept her standing for most of the day. She was bent at the waist in an inverted L shape, her lovers before her with anguish in their eyes.

While Yoko secured her ankles with a spreader bar, the faceless bade her open her mouth to receive a ring gag with a devious little flat metal plate that would sit on her tongue and prevent her from forming any sort of coherent sounds. As the sadist buckled the straps securely, Wednesday maintained eye contact with her girlfriends, trying to send them reassurance that she was alright.

Once Yoko was satisfied she was securely spread, she instructed Bianca and Enid to kneel, which both did. A subtle lack of grace in their movements as they lowered themselves to the ground alerted Wednesday to the fact that their hands were restrained behind their backs. She raised a cocky eyebrow at her siren even as drool fell freely from her open mouth – finally, the class top was on her knees and helpless before her. A flash of fond exasperation brightened the sea-green eyes and she scoffed behind her gag.

"Alright, lovebirds. No more goo-goo eyes," smirked Yoko. "Enid and Bianca, you're here as punishment for your parts in little-miss-radical-activism's stunts. I know she didn't carry four piñatas and set them up by herself. So you'll take this group punishment without complaint. Got it?"

The two nodded, Enid sheepishly, Bianca with the same cool calm she applied to everything. At the cue, the faceless stepped forward. She looked at the two kneeling lovers, and Wednesday realised she must be communicating with both of them simultaneously from their mirrored reactions.

The faceless then turned her attention to the raven, her psychic waves caressing Wednesday's helpless frame.

~ Are you ready for your punishment? First I'm going to cane you. And then I'm going to fuck you. Is that acceptable?

Wednesday was somewhat bemused. That didn't sound like a punishment. Presumably there would be a catch somewhere. Maybe she would be denied climax, although usually Malice would be explicit about that. It was no secret how much she hated being edged.

~ Yes, Madam Alice. I'm green.

Malice wasted no time, delivering fifteen punishing strikes over her ass and thighs while she gasped and moaned. The pain was soon another form of pleasure to her as she started to slip towards subspace, as quickly as ever under the faceless' hands.

Malice then prepped her for penetration while she teased her dommes; whatever she was saying to them had Bianca fuming in her kneel and Enid whining pitifully, her big blue eyes darting between Malice behind her and her own coal-like eyes. She'd love to reassure her girlfriends that she was fine with the punishment and all would be well, but the gag prevented her from doing so. Maybe she would try to project her voice onto them like she had been practising with Malice for the past few months.

A hard slap on her bum broke her concentration just as she was addressed by her faceless mistress, the words appearing as thoughts in her mind. ~ I would not attempt that, little instigator. This is their punishment as well.~ Her lubed fingers circled her vagina, then firmly pushed in, methodically fucking into her and stretching her out. A moment later, her anus received the same treatment; methodical, quick, and thorough.

~ Ah, I wish I could broadcast our little conversation for you, but the psychic feedback would be bad enough to land us both in the infirmary. Alas, but we may still converse privately, little thing.

Wednesday tried to turn her head in order to see her mistress. Impeded as she was by the pillory, all she achieved was seeing some well-varnished wood up close. Instead, she remembered what they had practised, sending her thoughts back to the faceless. ~ Yes Madam Alice, what would you like to talk about?

~ Precious, I wished to congratulate you first on your mischief. It was well thought out and thoroughly brought to task. ~

Wednesday sent up questioning abstract thoughts, the pleasure starting to muddle her thoughts. Did Malice approve? The words projected into her mind sounded quite pleased. ~ Yes, I approve, trouble-seeker. The theme park has always been disrespectful. This latest festival took it too far. ~ Disdain for the place reverberated through her brain alongside her own simmering pleasure as Malice seemingly forgot herself and kept fingering her. She breathed deeply in an attempt to delay a weak orgasm from overtaking her.

~ There is no need to stop yourself in this scene, little one. Consider this a reward; you may orgasm as much as you need while I fulfill the punishment of your paramours.

Her fingers sped up, another slap resounding on her other ass-cheek. The marks from the previous caning smarting at the new stimulation. It was enough pain mixed with the pleasure to tip her over. Her eyes closed as her legs shook in a light climax, thankfully held up by both the pillory and her mistress's hands.

~ Thank you, Madam Alice~ she transmitted fuzzily. A hand caressed her lower back in response, their connection momentarily interrupted as the madam switched to talking with her lovers. A dildo met her entrance softly, resting as if in wait. She couldn't see which one had been picked, but judging by Bianca's face, it must have been a nice one. The siren was displaying her petulance and jealousy fully without restraint. As Malice pushed forward a bit, Wednesday let out a garbled moan through her open gag, a line of spittle spinning down from her chin to pool before her.

She was entered slowly, just an inch or so sliding into her, until there was a second intrusion poking at her anus. She sent back the mental impression of fingers breaching her, abstract thoughts much faster and less effort to send than words for her.

~ No little mischief, this is a double-pronged toy. For your pleasure and to antagonize your dark paramour the most. The wolf lover seems more concerned about your pain than anything else. Since this is a gift, the offer of pleasure-pain is extended. Accept?

Wednesday nodded her head while extending the most enthusiastic abstracts of acceptance she could. She wanted the pleasurable pain. Enid could be pacified later during their aftercare with her favorite cuddles.

Malice pressed forward then with a brusque but shallow thrust that wedged the toy right up to her anus without breaching. The pressure felt good enough that she couldn't stop herself from wriggling back against it. Another sharp slap landed on the side of her thigh, farther from the caning but still surprisingly painful. Through her lidded eyes, she saw Enid flinch and whimper, Bianca glared like a woman possessed over the pillory, most likely hurling every mental insult she knew against the faceless.

She could tell the other three were back in their mental conversation as Malice inched forward, finally entering her anus as well. She stopped after just the head, allowing for adjustment momentarily. With another loud smack that had Wednesday jolting, she started moving in, sheathing herself fully into the diminutive sub. ~ Are you sufficiently stretched, little mischief?~ Wednesday garbled a yes verbally, too far gone in subspace to focus on sending anything back through the psychic connection.

~ Good.~ Was all the warning she had before Malice began to fuck her hard. The madam set a punishing pace, peppering in the odd slap at her ass or tug of her braids over the wooden beam. Wednesday gave in to her orgasm as it came over her quickly, but Malice didn't relent, pulling another and then eking a fourth from her. All the while loud moans spilled from her open mouth in higher and higher pitches until she couldn't even utter sound; only high pitched pants and copious amounts of saliva passing her lips.

Wednesday had stopped paying attention to her surroundings by then. Deep in subspace, the pleasure of her orgasms pulled her eyes to roll back. She slumped in her restraints, the madam now still but fully sheathed in her. Contentedness vibrated through the connection, Wednesday couldn't tell if it was hers or the madam's.

~ You performed admirably little one. Look forward please. I would like your lovers to see you in this state fully.~ Came Malice's syrupy thoughts. Wednesday lifted her head as much as she was able before Malice grabbed her hair around her fringe and pulled her head up. Bianca and Enid were treated to a sight they loved, their sub thoroughly fucked and in a state of deep bliss, except they weren't the cause and had to simmer in their want without release.

~ Good girl. I will now be administering the last part of the punishment for all. Give me color status little one.~ Wednesday tried garbling out green, all that came out a mess of moaned vowels. ~ Do it through the connection, mischief.~ With clear orders, she was able to send back the concept of the color green, a usual substitution when words failed her, even in her mind.

Malice slowly pulled the toy out and released her hair, making the sub drop her head in exhaustion. Her warm hands settled on her back to hold Wednesday up as she shook through the aftershocks of her repeated orgasms.

She whined as the Madam stepped away momentarily, almost purring when her warm hands came back to caress her, this time up her legs and to her buttocks, applying some sort of ointment ~Aftercare.~ Malice projected into her fuzzy mind ~Your wolf requested this specific ointment be applied. She requested to apply it; part of her punishment is that I will fulfill her care duties as well.~ That made sense to Wednesday, Enid would have loved to be the one lavishing her in affection instead of the source of most of her misplaced jealousy.

The faceless stooped to release her ankles, allowing her to better support her exhausted weight. ~Lift this foot.~ was her next order, obeyed without complaint, putting it down where her madam guided her to. Then a nudge at her other ankle had her lifting the other as well. She felt Malice lift something up as if dressing her, cool metal meeting her overheated vulva with the quiet jingles of moving parts. ~This,~ Malice said, cupping her sex over what Wednesday now realized must be a chastity belt, ~ is mine for the week. Your lovers may not touch you, and you may not achieve climax. I have given as much a reward as I am able for now. But the key is mine, should you need it, or me.~ The last part carried the unsubtle meaning; Wednesday was at the sadist's mercy, and nothing her lovers did would be able to help her... As blissed out as she was, she didn't fight it when Malice reached around her and finished tugging the straps in place, a lock sealing her fate with a small click.

Wednesday could feel her energy would not last her much longer, so she sent a thought about release through the link as another metallic click sounded from her left. ~Yes, little mischief, you are free. Do you require assistance to stand?~ Wednesday nodded a sleepy affirmative, half of the beam holding her captive now lifted. The madam scooped her up, helping her stand and guiding her wobbly steps towards her still-bound lovers. ~ They will be released as well; by you. Take your time. For safety, I will remain in the room, but the task is yours alone.~

Still gagged and shaking like a newborn foal, Wednesday kneeled ungracefully, holding to the madam as she did. A set of small keys appearing in her hands. She tried to lean in a dignified way over Enid as she worked the straps of her gag, but only managed to slump ungracefully onto her lap.

A chuckle reverberated into her mind, enjoying the desperation her loves exuded. Several minutes later saw them mostly freed, the gag on Bianca resisting Wednesday's clumsy attempts even as said siren held her steady on her crossed legs, all the while fuming at the cocky faceless.

Without a word her unhappy lovers swept from the room, supporting her back to the dorm with Malice's satisfaction echoing in their minds. The week would be a very long one indeed.

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Wednesday whined again to no avail. Her two lovers were lost in rapture, while all she could do was watch. She was stooped in the pillory at the foot of their custom supersize bed; a concession granted by Weems when it had turned up courtesy of the Addams parents, much to their daughter's embarrassment.

The bed was a monstrosity of intricately wrought metal, with customisations such as multiple restraint points, overhead suspension including elegant mechanical pulley mechanisms, and even a St Andrew's Cross. The underneath was barred to form a cage, and at the footboard, currently occupied by the raven, was a stockade lined with padded black leather cushioning to soften the restraints, which, unfortunately for Wednesday, meant they could be used for longer periods without the risk of chafing delicate skin.

She was currently undergoing patience training, Bianca deciding (arbitrarily, she was sure) that their submissive was showing too much expectation and needed to be retrained to instill some discipline.

This meant that she was bound, literally, to watch as her girlfriends were devoured by both one another and by Divina. Worse still, they had conspired to buy enticing new lingerie; Bianca in a baby blue chemise with dark bronze satin trim and Enid in an emerald green two-piece, joined with fine gold chains that framed her muscular abs. To add insult to injury, Divina had torn the lingerie off them in lust, meaning Wednesday would never get to unwrap them firsthand.

Another whine escaped the seer, and not just at the sight of Bianca being pounded by the other siren while Enid rode her face – a position that Wednesday could only dream of putting her dominant girlfriend in. Yoko was likewise miserable, gagged and secured to the St Andrew's Cross, facing inwards to watch her lover lavish her affections on the two women.

The other reason for Wednesday's displeasure was the constant thrusting of the sex machine her lovers had set up as it slowly fucked her pussy, inching into her and stuffing her full before slowly withdrawing to leave her hollowed out in a state of prolonged arousal.

Some devious fellow student had devised a programme that could monitor arousal through temperature, heart rate, and pressure sensors in the dildo. The hellish device would incrementally accelerate to bring the user to the cusp of climax before almost completely stopping, although not quite. It would move at a glacial pace, slowly accelerating again only once the helpless victim had calmed sufficiently, never allowing the user to get used to the stimulation.

Her miserable status would be sustained until such a time as the robotic toy was removed to leave her desire cruelly unanswered, or accelerated to push her into a series of increasingly painful orgasms. She had no way of knowing which path her mistresses would take, and she couldn't decide which would be the worse option. Not that it was her choice to make.

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Wednesday found herself in a new and peculiar situation. She was currently nude, lying on Bianca's bed as said domme sat on her pelvis, thin makeup pencil in hand. Bianca hunched over her penciling in the rims of her eyes, a skintight, leopard print catsuit doing nothing to hide her lovers attributes.

"Hmm, are you sure you are up for this, Nes?" Enid asked from the side, fiddling with her sparkly costume wings. They had all talked through the scene extensively, but Enid had always liked offering a last-minute out.

"I am sure, Enid. It will be an interesting experiment if nothing else. Besides, I made a wager. An Addams is nothing without their word. Who knows, maybe it will prove to be… liberating."

"Cupcake is right, let her try pup. We can always safeword." The siren answered distractedly, her sub's eyes under her pencil more important than the current conversation. "Ok, makeup done. What do you think, Wolfy?" She sat up, pulling their sub up by her leather collar.

Enid's jaw dropped and stayed open as she took in the sight of their sub all dolled up. Her eyes penciled in with a dark thick rim, she was made up with her kitten ears and a leather collar with a name tag that named her as Cupcake. "I believe our kitten is ready for partying." The siren turned towards the nervous wolf. "Our little fairy wolf is not however. Come pup lets get your wings on, silly thing." She said fondly, striding to help her slide them over her arms.

The party was in full swing by the time the wager started. Originally she had agreed to be a 'kitten' for twenty four hours, but Bianca had offered this as an alternative. She was just meant to be their kitten for the duration of the party, and perhaps get some play time in with her lovers if the mood struck; she had quickly lost any reservation towards public play with her girls.

The girls in charge of decoration had done stellar work in one of the bigger red rooms. Every surface sported sparkly decor, the floor strewn with a multitude of pillows, mismatched chairs and several pieces of restraint heavy furniture, some already occupied and in use.

Her girls had quickly entered conversations with their friends and some upperclasswomen that resided in their dorm. This left Wednesday free to roam as the curious kitten she was. She weaved between bodies in varying states of undress, all of them sporting costumes. Some more elaborate and some closer to what Wednesday wore; just their skin and some paint seemed to be a popular look this eve.

She passed by a group of vampires – the costume kind, not actual fangs. Was that offensive? She would ask Tanaka later. In her musings she literally bumped into another body, a girl too busy pounding a strap into someone to pay her any attention. Looking closer, it seemed the bottom was the very same vampire that had briefly occupied her thoughts.

Yoko was blindfolded and was servicing four girls with her mouth and both hands as a fifth one pounded into her. Color rose to Wednesday's cheeks at the display. Dare she say she was interested in the activity?

Warm hands brought her into a soft hug, the sparkly fabric of Enid's fairy dress softly itching at her back. "Oo, what did you find, kitten? A show to watch?"

Bianca's hand cupped her chin, stroking her languidly like the kitten she was as she looked into the gleaming black eyes. "Looks like our kitten might want more than to just watch. Is that right, Cupcake? Do you want a go on Yoko?"

"N- no, my Queen. I…" She faltered, blushing as Bianca's gaze sharpened on her.

"Go on, kitten. Tell me," commanded her mistress.

"I… I would like to be in Yoko's position, my Queen." She could feel her cheeks turning a deeper shade as she uttered her truth.

Bianca stroked her hair warmly. "Oh, baby. I'm so proud of you. What do you think, Wolfy? Do you think we can make that happen?"

They both looked over to see Enid gaze sharpening with a familiar hunger, steel hardening her blue eyes. "Do it."

The next half hour saw Wednesday prepared lovingly by her mistresses for the ordeal she was about to willingly submit to. They had warmed her up and stretched her out, plugging both her pussy and arsehole, ready to be used. She had been denied climax, though, being assured that she would find plenty of opportunities in the coming period.

They then led her to a pommel horse designed specifically for the purpose; two kneeling platforms ran either side of a central raised section to support the torso, each upholstered with padded soft charcoal grey leather. She was bade to straddle the furniture and then secured with leather cuffs at her wrists and ankles, with a strap that buckled around her waist. The beamed support narrowed to run between her breasts, allowing them to hang naturally and invitingly below her.

Her mistresses stood back to admire the scene; her ass was slightly raised, both holes invitingly accessible at groin height for a standing partner. The support bar stopped at her navel, leaving free access to her entire groin. Her breasts hung deliciously, nipples hard with anticipation, and her head was free to be used as needed. A separate leaning chair could be positioned to seat someone to receive oral pleasure.

"Comfy, kitten?" asked Bianca.

"Yes, my Queen," she responded, somewhat breathless with a nervous excitement. "I'm green."

Enid growled. "You look so fuckable right now." She stepped forward, running a firm hand over the globe of the perfect ass before delivering a hard spank.

"One more thing, Cupcake." Bianca approached to secure a soft velvet tie over her eyes, obscuring her vision. "Now you can enjoy it fully and not worry about who is petting you, my sweet kitten." Hands trailed up and down her back, petting her like a lazy house cat.

Squealing, such as Enid would do when watching cute animal videos, sounded nearby, followed by one girl asking her owner for permission and several hands patting her on the head. "Such a cute kitten you have there, Bianca. Can we play with her?"

"Do you hear that kitten? These nice ladies want to play with you. What do you think?" A familiar hand cupped her jaw.

"Yes, please my Queen," she panted in anticipation.

"Oh come now, that's not how a kitten should respond. We'll keep it simple. One meow for yes or green, two for pause or no. You can say red or yellow, but nothing else unless a cute little kitty kat would be able to say it. Understood?"

Wednesday flushed, feeling the humiliation of what she was about to do echo as a warm rush to her loins. "Mmew," she responded timidly.

A throaty growl sounded near her ear.

"Like you mean it, kitten," Enid rumbled close beside her, a hard smack on her arse punctuating the command.

"Ah- MEOW." Giggles and coos erupted around her, the hands petting her growing bolder as they cupped her breasts, her ass and her vulva.

"She's soooo cuteee. Does she like to give kitten kisses Bia?" another of the girls asked. "Oh she is very good at giving kitten kisses, she looooves it too. Why don't you let her give you some?" While Wednesday couldn't see, she did hear the girl sitting in front of her, likely positioning herself to be eaten out. A wet cunt was pushed onto her face without preamble. "Go on, kitty, lick this nice girl up." Enid added, her clawed hand still resting where she had smacked, lightly kneading.

She lapped dutifully at the folds, the hands never stopped roaming. Some slapped her, the stinging sensation making her gasp and moan. A couple others started playing with her plugs, pulling them out and pushing them back in alternately so she was constantly stimulated. She even lost track of her lover's hands after a while.

Two other pussies were situated on her hands, rubbing themselves to quick orgasms while more hands pulled and fondled her hanging breasts. The first girl on the chair left and was replaced by another anonymous pussy, fuzzy hair tickling her face. Mouths started to kiss and nip at her, several sharp fangs grazing her seductively.

She came unexpectedly from the stimulation as the plugs were toyed with and then pulled out to leave her gaping and clenching around nothing while she serviced unknown others. A warm mouth took her clit into its lips, giving a sharp suck that had her mewling, inadvertently resembling the cat she was supposed to be. At the same time, fingers breached her anus, stretching her out, the cool lube doing nothing to quell the heat from arousal.

The mouth parted from her vulva, replaced by a toy pistoning in and out of her. The fingers in her anus sped up along it. Her moans were muffled as a hand pushed her back into a pussy, the taste slightly salty and comforting. Claws raked along her back, raising red welts across it and pushing her to a new orgasm. She felt herself leaking down the back of her legs, another toy entering her without reprieve. She couldn't tell how they had positioned themselves, but another toy entered her anus, both moving much slower in alternating thrusts.

The pussies on her hands gushed out their ecstasy on her, being replaced on one side with a new strap and the other with a mouth. Hickeys and bites were spread against her back, the toys in her slowly but surely inching her toward another orgasm. The siren she was servicing came with a familiar low moan and was replaced, a silicone phallus breaching her mouth, matching the thrusts of the two in her ass and pussy. Like the obedient kitten she was, she serviced it, swallowing it to the hilt. It stayed in her throat as she was rocked back and forth from behind, the thrusts picking up in speed and force.

She let herself mewl freely around the toy, careless about being heard. The toy in her hand withdrew and another pussy sat on her, inching herself to be fingered by Wednesday. The mouth on her other hand trailed up her arm, breasts rubbing against her as the mouth climbed higher, ending up on her back, laving her with kisses and harsh sucks. Someone straddled her left leg and started grinding against her calf, more hands joining in, groping her and spanking.

On her teats she could feel as someone clipped little weights from one nipple, making her groan and writhe as her other teat was sucked into a warm mouth. Another wave of pleasure broke as the toy in her pussy released a liquid inside her, and she recognized fuzzily that it was probably Enid's preferred toy.

By now, she could barely recognize her sense of self, the awareness of her body blurred and imprecise. She was awash with so many sensations as she was used by countless of her dorm-mates. She flinched as a hand spanked her arse and then moaned as a spot of heat fell on her… she recognized the sensation of hot wax spilling onto her and came again, gasping and jerking, groaning into yet another cunt that enveloped her face and receiving a wash of warm liquid in return.

Her face cooled quickly as a hand fisted her plaits, tugging painfully as her throat was presented, her blind eyes looking skywards. She felt pillowy softness enclose her – breasts that were warm and pliable and suffocating. She mouthed and sucked at the skin, no doubt leaving dark bruises. A nipple was thrust into her needy mouth and she dutifully swirled her tongue around it, catching a low groan from its owner.

Overlapping voices spoke and cooed and laughed and grated around her, but she was unable to make sense of it all, floating in the depths of subspace, serving countless bodies with her own. Different toys and hands and tools filled her, rained down on her, groped her, hit her, pinched her, and she adored every moment. Mouths sucked on her skin, teeth raked or bit, claws and nails marked her, and she was enraptured by it all.

Finally, after countless orgasms – both her own and those of anonymous partners, she felt herself start to slip. Wildly overstimulated, each new sensation caused her to writhe and spasm. She mewled pitifully like the helpless little kitten she was before remembering she had a way to make it stop.

"Mow! Meoow! Ah! Mmm-red. mred. Red." Immediately, all hands left her; cocks or dildos or toys or whatever it was in her arse and pussy withdrawn. A warm hand cupped her cheek.

"Hey there, beautiful. It's ok. You did so well. So good for us. Such a perfect little kitten. I've got you." She felt the press of Bianca's warm chest against her as she was cradled, another set of hands moving to release her cuffs and restraints. She nuzzled forward, rubbing her cheek on the soft skin and humming contentedly. She could get used to being the dorm pet…

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"Wedns? Do… do you still want me to hurt you?" Wednesday looked up at her roomma- girlfriend. Enid was wringing her hands nervously, standing on the edge of what they considered to be her side of the room. She put down her book and gave her nervous paramour her full attention.

"As I said before, mi loba, I am only willing to take as much as you are comfortable giving."

"Yeah, I know. But I… I want to give you everything. I want to be all you need."

"Enid, you are already more than I could ever have hoped for. I do not know what dark bargain was struck for me to win your affection, but I would strike it again and again, no matter the cost."

To her alarm the wolf let out a little sob and tears ran down her cheek as she closed the distance to the raven and wrapped her in a strong hug.

"I'm sorry," she uttered immediately, tentatively returning the embrace and patting her on the back.

Enid chuckled wetly. "You don't need to apologise, Wedns. These are happy tears. You – you can't just say the most romantic thing ever and expect me to be chill about it."

The seer flushed, pleased that she had made her new partner happy. She didn't understand why tears needed to be involved, but she would take them when they were given freely by her wolf.

"Ok. I want to do it," the wolf mumbled into her shoulder. "I want to hurt you to make you feel as loved as I do right now."

Wednesday trembled in anticipation. She was naked, kneeling and awaiting the arrival of her Mistress with excitement and trepidation. She had been instructed to make herself ready and be waiting in the centre of the room when her Mistress arrived. She estimated she'd been kneeling for about twenty minutes or so, but she'd wait forever for her wolf.

They'd gone over limits countless times in preparation for this evening, more for Enid's peace of mind. Wednesday hadn't been exaggerating when she said she would take anything Enid wanted to give her. The second Enid walked through the door, the scene was on. The wolf had checked in several times during the day, giving Wednesday ample opportunity to defer – as if she would! Likewise, the seer had her girlfriend confirm she was willing and able to go through with the scene.

They had also formally registered their relationship with the Head Mistress, which gave them a degree of freedom to work outside of the constraints of the handbook, should they choose to, though for Enid's peace of mind they'd agreed to bide by those terms for now.

Finally she heard the sound of footsteps approaching the door. Her heart thundered in her chest but she made sure to drop her gaze, obediently keeping her eyes low as the door creaked open.

Enid stalked into the room. There was no other word for it. She brought a low, thrumming energy as she purposefully moved to the bed, completely ignoring the kneeling psychic. There was a clatter of something on the bedside table and then the tell-tale sound of springs creaking as she climbed onto the mattress.

"Come here." The instruction was cool, clinical. Quite unlike her girlfriend. This was her Mistress, whom Wednesday hadn't seen recently, since they started dating. Even in public, when she was still very much Enid's submissive, she could tell it was her girlfriend in front of her. Not today though; this was the dominatrix – the hunter and the wolf. Or possibly, someone new entirely. She couldn't wait to find out.

She moved to stand but was immediately called out.

"I didn't say get up. I said come here."

Ah. Of course. She leaned forward onto all fours and crawled across the floor, the wood hard beneath her knees. At the side of the bed she knelt again, still keeping her eyes trained low.

"Well?" challenged the wolf. Wednesday couldn't help herself, she looked up in confusion. She was met by an icy blue gaze, seeping haughtiness. "I don't know why you're looking at me like that. I gave you the simplest instruction. Come. Here. Now."

That didn't clear anything up. Wednesday moved to climb onto the bed, only to be met with an open hand slap on the cheek. It wasn't as hard as Enid was capable of, but her mistress was still a werewolf; Wednesday's head jerked to the side and she could feel her cheek coloring, stinging delightfully.

"I thought I'd trained you better than this," sighed the wolf, disappointment clouding her tone. Wednesday felt a twist in her stomach. She wanted to be a good girl for her Mistress, but she didn't know what was expected of her.

"I'm sorry, Mistress. I don't understand," she admitted, kneeling once again, eyes on the floor.

"Luckily you're not here to think, pet. Just do. So when I say come, I expect you to come. Immediately. Is that clear?"

Oh! Wednesday blushed, the colour on her face more symmetrical now. Admittedly she was wet – had been since she was commanded to return to the dorm. But she was far from her peak. "I… I'm sorry, Mistress. I can't. I'm not…"

"Not aroused? I thought this is what you wanted? Am I not enough for you?" The growl was low, dangerous. Possessive.

"Yes! More than! Mistress. I just…"

"Are pathetic?"

She flushed deeper. "Yes, Mistress. I'm pathetic. I'm sorry."

"Hmmm. Yes, you are… Move to the centre of the room. I want you on all fours."

She hastened to comply, shuffling back across the floor and then stopping, legs slightly spread and head bowed as she heard her Mistress rise behind her. The wolf circled her like a predator, stopping at her ass. Suddenly a firm hand smacked down on her vulva, stinging slightly and causing a groan to escape. Lithe fingers pushed through her folds to her entrance, teasing and testing.

"Hmmm. Seems like you're going to need more than a little help to follow my instructions, pet. So here's what's going to happen. We're going to see what it takes to make you comply. By which I mean come, or 'orgasm', as you seem to be struggling to comprehend basic instructions. The longer it takes, the more I'll need to punish you."

Enid stepped away, causing Wednesday to whine as her warm hand was drawn away. A moment later though she bit out a squeak as a a stinging blow landed on her cunt.

"Pathetic," growled Enid again, before parting her submissive's labia with the tip of the riding crop she had just swung. Wednesday gasped as the crop was slid up her crack, over her backside and along her body, down her arm and to her wrist.

"Do you know how to pleasure yourself, my pathetic pet?" Enid asked patronisingly.

"Y-yes Mistress." The shame was starting to manifest strangely, almost like its own form of pain-cum-pleasure.

"Good." The crop tapped her hand, which Wednesday took as her cue. Just as her hand met her clit, a mighty blow fell on her exposed arse. She grunted, immediately removing her hand.

"So presumptuous. I only asked if you could. I didn't tell you you should." Gods help her but the sound of Enid making such authoritative grammatical arguments was doing something to her.

"Yes, Mistress. Sorry Mistress." She resisted the urge to clench her thighs.

"Good. Now, no touching yourself without permission."

"Yes, Mistress. Please, Mistress, may I touch myself so I can come for you?" She kept her eyes firmly lowered. If she had a tail it would have been on the floor; she embodied submission and surrender to her assertive domme.

"Very well. But you will tell me when you are ready. No coming without my permission."

"Yes, Mistress. Thank you Mistress." Wednesday moved to start circling her clit, dipping into the slick that was starting to seep from her entrance for lubrication. Desperately she rubbed at the little nub, trying to work herself up. She was aware of Enid circling her as she supported herself on three limbs, knowing damn well that she was not permitted to break position.

She gasped out in pain as the crop landed without warning on her left nipple where it hung below her.

"What's taking so long? Are you even trying?"

"Yes, Mistress! I'm trying, I swear," she warbled, her voice higher than usual.

"Gods, if this is the sort of service I can expect from you I might just have to get a new pet, pet. One that understands her duties."

While Wednesday knew on a certain level that this was a hollow threat, she couldn't help but let out a whimper of dismay. "Please, Mistress. I'm trying. I… I just need more…"

Smack! Another blow landed on the meat of her arse, causing her to buck into her hand.

"You need? I think not. You don't think about your needs. You think about what I tell you to think about. Understood?" Another strike fell on her flank to punctuate the question.

"Argh! Yes, Mistress. Sorry Mistress!" The pain roiled into pleasure, and Wednesday slipped a finger into her needy hole. Crack! This time the crop came down on her shoulder.

"What did I say?" Her Mistress asked. Wednesday didn't know what she was referring to, her mind fogging as she tilted towards subspace.

"I don't know, Mistress! I'm sorry." She withdrew her hand entirely. She must have done something wrong…

Thwack! Her right bicep stung under the leather tip of the crop. "Why have you stopped touching yourself?"

She moved back to rub desperately at her bean, grinding onto her hand.

"I'm sorry! I thought…"

Whack! "Did I tell you to think?"

"No, Mistress," she bleated, "I'm sorry."

"So pathetic." Enid started stalking around her again as she ground her own hand. The arousal was creeping close to overwhelming now, the pain furling in her loins until it resembled pleasure. Even so, she still wasn't close enough to climax. She cried out as series of blows alternated between her ass cheeks. "What - is - taking - so - long?" Enid asked, punctuating each word with another strike.

"I'm sorry, Mistress," she choked, tears falling from her eyes to the floor as her head hung low. "Please! Please may I go inside?"

A blow to her side had her curling away. "Why has this only just occurred to you? Where's your initiative? Pathetic!"

Wednesday sniffled, still thrumming against her clit. She had been told not to think and to use her initiative. She didn't have the cognitive ability to understand she couldn't do both things and so she whined as she tried to achieve both. Another blow struck her calf.

"Well go on then… fuck those pathetic fingers. Remember, don't come without asking for permission. And you'd better be ready to come immediately when you do. No more chances. Understood?" The crop slid down her cheek and under her jaw, lifting until she was forced to make eye contact with the icy-blue orbs that stared down at her.

"Yes! Yes, Mistress! Thank you Mistress." She plunged two fingers into herself, hissing at the stretch but needing to bring herself to the edge as fast as she was able. She needed to prove to her Mistress that she was worthy of her time and effort. She made sure to grind her thumb against her clit as she pistoned in and out of herself, her abdomen tensing as she brought herself closer to the edge.

A spark of fire landed on her thigh. "Come on already." Another blow matched on the other leg. Then a brutal strike across the sole of her foot had her jerking.

"Ah! Please! Please may I come?" Swish! The other foot was similarly branded with pain.

"Mistress! Please may I come, Mistress?"

"Roll over."

She did, collapsing the shaking arm that held her aloft and rolling onto her back, looking up desperately as she continued to fuck into herself, feet flat on the floor and knees bent in a wide spread.

"Away." She pulled her hands away holding them above her head in the classic pose of surrender.

"Now. Come here." A ferocious strike landed on her clit with a crack and she convulsed as her world whited out in pain and then disappeared into waves of ecstasy while she screamed and orgasmed powerfully, quaking like a religious zealot. As the first waves dies down, Enid ground her foot down onto her pubis while leaning down to grasp her nipples, the leather crop still in her hands. She squished the little teats between her thumbs and the rod and tugged.

"Again." Her foot ground into the tender clit and Wednesday threw her head back as the pain sent her into another rapture while the wolf tugged at her nipples cruelly.

She didn't notice when Enid relinquished her fearsome hold, only felt the intrusion of long fingers into her cunt as her Mistress took over the task she had started, fucking into her roughly and bringing her overstimulated system painfully back towards climax. "Last one," said the wolf, before raising her hand high and bringing it crashing down onto her clit again. With a howl she fell into a last, tired spasm, feeling juices squirt out around around the fingers that pumped into her.

When she could gather her senses she was squashed under the familiar and soothing weight of her mistress and girlfriend, who was gently stroking her hair.

"Hey. There you are. Can you give me a colour?" Warm blue eyes peered at her with concern.

She grinned at the vision of radiance, feeling warm and muddled. "Hmmmm. Green… green. Thank you, Mistress."

"Not Mistress. Just Enid. You were such a good girl for me. Was that alright?"

"Si, mi loba. That was perfect."

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“You're so beautiful. I can't believe all this is mine." Wednesday shivered as Enid ran a hand up the length of her thigh, tracing the lines of rope.

She was fully bound, each limb ensnared in a mesh of cotton rope. Her arms were stretched above her, fixed to a pole that acted like a spreader bar to keep her outstretched, her hands bound even down to the fingers. Her legs had each been individually wrapped too, and then bound together at the ankles.

She could feel the cord that wound her torso, slightly restricting her ribs, framing and accentuating her breasts so they stood more proud than usual where she lay on their bed. Even her nipples were bound, the cord pressing either side and leaving them trapped with her own barbells, preventing the rope from slipping over the top. She shifted slightly, feeling the knot that sat over her clit rub her deliciously while the crotch rope slid against her spread lips.

Bianca hummed. "All ours, Wolfy," she corrected as she idly thumbed the imprisoned nipple before leaning down to lave affection on it with her mouth and tongue.

"Of course. Sorry Bee. I just… lose myself looking at this gorgeous little morsel. I could just gobble her up." The claim came out almost as a purr, Enid's wolf no doubt making its presence felt.

Bianca released her nipple with a pop which had Wednesday writhing and gasping. She felt the siren's hands walking across the ropes on her chest, up to cup her throat in a firm but comfortable grasp - not enough to threaten her breath or blood flow, but enough to claim. "I think we should let her see how pretty she is, all tied up for us. Little fly trapped in our web… waiting for us to eat her up."

She reached with her other hand to pull the blindfold from the dark eyes they both loved so much. Obedient as ever, Wednesday kept her eyes closed until she was ordered otherwise.

"Open your eyes, Nes. See how perfect you are for us." Enid whispered as she leant to nibble at her delicate ear lobe. Wednesday let her eyelids part, letting in the light gradually and then fully to gaze up at the mirror mounted above the bed. She gasped at the visual.

The image above her was of herself, fully bound in soft white rope, diamond shaped ties covering her arms, legs and torso. She was framed by her two lovers, both naked and reclining beside her, one either side. Bianca's dark skin contrasted beautifully with Enid's pale rose. Against the black silk of their bedsheets, she did indeed look like a fly caught between two hungry spiders.

"Keep your eyes open, love. We want you to watch as we worship you. See all the ways your body responds to us; all the ways you show your love. Our perfect little Cupcake."

With that her two lovers began to move, cataloguing every part of her with soft touches, kisses, nips and licks. She watched as her skin turned dusky in a blush and then gleamed with the sheen of her lust. Her eyes lidded and drooped. Her teeth pulled at her kiss-flushed lips. Her limbs tugged against the bondage as she writhed under their gentle affection, pouring their love for her out with murmured sweet words and the warmth of their touch.

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Wednesday moaned as one of their bigger toys pounded relentlessly into her; she was tied up tight and at the mercy of one of the school's thrusting machines. Enid watched her from the bed where she sat wearing an intimidatingly large knotted dildo, primed with a vast amount of ejaculant, ready to stuff into her mate.

She'd strapped her little sub to the machine as soon as they got back to the dorm. The full moon was two days away and her wolf instincts were going into overdrive with the need to hunt and fuck her mate.

"Such a good little thing for me, aren't you kitten. Look at you, drooling already. Bet you're thinking how I'm going to breed you with my big wolf cock, huh? Fill you up with my seed."

Wednesday was indeed drooling, mouth wide open and copious amounts of saliva streaming down her cheek as she shook through the effects of yet another orgasm. She was in the wolf's – not her girlfriend's but the beast within's – favored position; head low and ass up, ankles tied together, wrists bound to the backs of her knees and her thighs fastened to her waist in a foetal crouch, forcing her to present herself to the wolf's feral desires.

Vaguely she was aware of Enid rising from the bed. She'd been placed sideways on, her face resting on the floor looking towards her lover and tormentor, letting the ravenous beast watch her slowly lose her mind as the machine pounded her at the same, unending pace, grinding out climax after climax.

She flinched as a clawed hand dragged over her sweaty skin, red lines raising in its wake. The pain didn't register as such, but she was so overstimulated after who knew how many orgasms that the additional sensation crackled over her skin like electricity.

"How are you doing, baby? Are you ready for me?" Enid spread her ass cheeks with both hands, seemingly watching the dildo drive in and out, pulling at her labia. "Hmm. A little more, I think."

The hands left her buttocks, and suddenly the machine increased in velocity, forcing a drawn-out shriek that rose two octaves as a hand ground against her clit and claws pinched her right nipple. Wednesday came again, the splatter of her juices falling heavy on the floorboards, erupting in waves as the massive toy thrust in.

Abruptly, the machine stopped, buried deep in her. She whined, impaled and still spasming.

"There, there, little bit. Let me keep you nicely full. Get you ready for this nice load I've prepared for you."

Wednesday moaned in response, unable to find any words as her eyes rolled back in pleasure, mouth panting and open; resting in the collected pool of spittle under her cheek.

Enid moved to kneel beside her, patting her cheek lightly. "You ready for me to breed you, Cupcake? I know you're always impatient to take my seed." The blonde dipped her hips, the tip of the enormous lupine-strap poking into Wednesday's panting mouth. Instinctively, she moved her tongue to lave it, sucking as much as she was able in a messy kiss.

"That's right. Worship me, pet. Beg me to take you."

"Please…" the seer whispered as Enid leaned back. "Please breed me." The wolf stood, circling her like prey. Wednesday wiggled on the toy, impatient to get some stimulation going. "Beg me again, kitten, louder this time. And behave, or you won't get anything else the whole night."

"Mi loba, please. I'm yours. Mark me, fill me, breed me. Ple-pleease." The last word was almost a sob, she wanted Enid's essence on her, in her, filling her up.

"As you wish, my little kitten." The wolf purred near her ear, looming over her and trapping her between strong hands.

Wednesday gasped as the dildo was hauled from her, only to be immediately replaced with the even girthier strap. She whined as the toy stretched her already abused passage.

"Oh baby, we've barely begun. I've got inches more of this to put in you. Now be good and howl for me."

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Wednesday swung gently under the large oak that framed their house. She was on her back in a suspension sling, a hammock like structure keeping her aloft. Her legs were tied off to the anchor point above her, her wrists fastened securely to the backs of her calves, leaving her arse and pussy exposed, both plugged and ready for use. She was perfectly comfortable, raised up high above the patio, the warmth of the circled braziers fending of the autumn chill.

Below her she could hear the sounds of the party ramping up – guests arriving and starting to talk and mingle, her two lovers acting as the perfect hosts and ensuring everyone was catered for. A dark pulsing beat provided an ambience without intruding on the conversations between familiar voices, some of which she hadn't heard in years.

This was her birthday party – a few weeks late to fall on Halloween. Her wives had decided to invite a number of their old school friends – something of a reunion of the people that Wednesday had finally come to acknowledge as her friends and allies.

Of course the earlier part of the day had been dedicated to the honouring of family, current and departed. They had gathered at the ofrenda and spoken to the spirits of Addams past before using the crystal ball to call the Addams mansion and speak with living family.

Larissa had answered at first, but soon had Morticia and Gomez join her as they caught up on each other's news. Her parents had never looked happier, finally having completed their own threesome with the return of the former Head Mistress. She had to admit, it was something of a relief to have someone in the house that could order the pair to desist from their constant affections. Larissa kept them on a short leash, meaning that Wednesday had finally been able to stomach spending time with her family.

It still surprised her that she got on so well with her parents these days. She was a different person now than she had been when they sent her off to Nevermore. She had found balance and a healthy outlet for the storm of emotions she had kept bottled for years. While she would always struggle with handling her emotions, her wives made sure she didn't struggle alone.

A significant difference was that she no longer felt that the exuberant expressions of love her parents favoured pushed her over a threshold. Her humours were no longer cram-packed into a vessel too small, threatening to explode at the slightest provocation.

The secret had been control. As a young woman she had hoarded it, prizing it above all. It had taken being forcibly stripped of it to make her realise that control was not an infinite resource. The more control one craves, the less they exhibit. In submission she found the space to manage and control the things that she could, and to surrender what she couldn't.

Which led her here, all tied up and ready to submit fully to a group of trusted friends.

"So, where's the little magpie? I though she'd be here all chained up and looking pretty." Yoko's loud voice was easily distinguishable. The vampire then squawked as the sound of a firm slap rose to the waiting psychic.

"Patience, baby." Divina's cool voice commanded. "Let our hosts get everyone settled. In fact, go and kneel next to the hot tub until you've calmed down."

"Yes, Daddy," came the meek response, to the chuckles of various others.

"Hey everyone! Thanks for coming!" Enid's bright voice rang out. Wednesday felt herself warm at the sound, a happiness pooling comfortably under her skin.

"So as you know, it was recently our Cupcake's birthday," the wolf continued. "Now you all know she hates to have a fuss made of her–"

"–unless she's tied up and on her knees…" Yoko could be heard to murmur. She was clearly reveling in being a brat tonight.

"So instead she's arranged a little activity on this fine Halloween evening. If you'd all care to take turns to play on our very special piñata, that would make her extremely happy."

At that, Wednesday felt herself lowered from her elevated position above the party goers. A chorus of chuckles and appreciative gasps met her as she descended.

"Whoever spills the most gets bragging rights." Bianca was clearly smirking widely before she stepped over to stand in Wednesday's eyeline, which was forced limited mostly to the sky and branches above her as she was bound supine. "You ok, Cupcake?"

Wednesday smiled up at her wife. "Yes, my Queen. Green." Bianca leant and gave her a warm kiss before standing to address the crowd. "Ok, folks. She's all yours!"

~ Greetings, little mischief. I've missed you.

A stinging slap landed on her arse.

~ Would you like me to warm you up in front of all these nice people?

The madam's nails dragged across the fresh palm mark.

"Ah, yes madam." Her long nails trailed up the back of her thigh, leaving red welts in their wake.

~ I brought some of your favorites, a treat for my favorite mischief. ~ The faceless whispered in her mind, Remember the first time I had you, little one? The wheel worked wonders. Perhaps we may reminisce? In her field of vision appeared a shiny Wartenberg wheel before quickly leaving it, the sensation of tiny prickles starting around her knee and trailing down. Alice was known to be merciless and demonstrated it by trailing the wheel lower then higher, retracing her trail with more prickles.

She was breathing deeper relishing the pain but not yet letting any sounds out. Her wives had made sure to take her to the edge relentlessly over the previous week, but Wednesday would not embarrass herself by coming in less than a minute in front of all their guests.

~ Are you holding back, sweet mischief? You would deprive your guests of a show?~ Alice would not let her get away with holding on for too long, Wednesday knew this, but it would take more than just the wheel to have her even cry out. A loud thwack resounded as a flogger met her inner thigh right where Alice had just passed the wheel. "Ah!" The cry spilled involuntarily from her lips as heat bloomed where she had just been flogged.

~ Don't try and be stubborn, or do, it will bring you more pain nonetheless.~ But don't dare to contain your sounds. Our audience awaits. She slapped along her thighs, avoiding her pussy in an almost cruel goading manner, passing the flogger over her lips teasingly without ever actually smacking it.

"Ahh mm, yes Madam, I will behave, p-please can you use the wheel again?"

~ Such a polite request, I shall indulge you for now. ~ The wheel returned to its previous paths, the pain now heightened by all the blood rushing up where she had been flogged. The tiny pinpricks now felt more heated, making arousal rush down to her plugged center. She could feel herself pulsing and embarrassingly close to the edge just from that.

~ Oh, I see. ~ Was all her faceless madam projected towards her before upping the ante by placing two small clamps, one on each of her labia majora. ~ Lets make this a bit more fun for me little mischief. I want you to count how many spanks you receive before I make you come, no need to thank me.

"Yes madam! Thank you madam." Malice sent how please she was over their psychic bond, followed by a smack against her sub's left buttock. "O-one." Red bloomed under her skin, and while she wasn't able to see, she knew it by the coo's and appreciative hums from their audience.

"Two! Ah!" She had been so lost in her thoughts that she missed the buildup to the next smack, the light caresses doing nothing to stop her mounting arousal.

~ I want to see how desperate you are for us little one. ~ Alice pulled the plug out of her pussy and delivered the third and last hit. It went uncounted as it collided with Wednesday's clit, making her come immediately. She moaned loudly, her whole body shaking in pleasure.

~ Mh, I won't be needing a soak after this little mischief, that was impressive. Came the madam's gloating voice into her thoughts.

"Wha..?" Was all the seer could express, her muscles still locked up in bliss.

"Ooo, starting us off strong with a big squirt, Alice! Who's next for our birthday girl?" Bianca announced, her hands coming to frame Wednesday's face before placing a chaste kiss on her panting mouth. "You okay to continue, baby? Let's get those clamps off though." Blood rushed back as the clamps were removed, drawing another heady moan from the sub.

"Mm, green… please more."

Chuckling, the siren gestured to their friends, giddy in anticipation to be next, that they could take their turn.

"Ok sugar, our turn now. Yoko, get over here, baby. Help me make Wednesday feel real good. If you're a good girl maybe you'll get to come later." Divina smiled down at Wednesday as she blinked away the effects of the climax Alice had wrung from her. "Open up for me, sugar." The tip of a black dildo appeared in her field of vision, so dutifully she tipped her head back and opened her mouth to suck on the siren's strap.

"Yoko, go get something for little your little magpie. You know where the toy box is."

"Yes, daddy."

When Divina judged that the strap was sufficiently lubricated, she pulled out and moved around to stand at Wednesday's glowing buttocks, running a cool hand admiringly over her reddened flesh. Yoko appeared beside her, brandishing a thin, long dildo and a bottle of lube.

The siren ignored her submissive, instead grasping both the vaginal and anal plug stems and drawing them out simultaneously, causing Wednesday to gasp and writhe. She then deposited the two toys on her stomach, cradled between her arms. Grasping the bound arms that made such convenient handles, she swung Wednesday onto her shaft, penetrating her cunt in one smooth motion.

"Fuck!" Wednesday rarely swore, but she had been denied climax by her two wives for days in preparation for tonight, and was still thrumming from Malice's attention.

Divina chuckled darkly. "Oh sugar, have your mommies been neglecting you? Don't worry, daddy's here to make it better."

Wednesday squirmed; Divina knew exactly how much she hated any allusion to parents while being dommed, but the siren enjoyed her own form of sadism, and making the seer uncomfortable painted a wide grin on her face. She slid out of Wednesday, pushing the swing rather than moving her hips.

"Yoko, baby, do you want to play on the swing with daddy?" The dark-haired siren called over her shoulder.

"Yes, please, Daddy!" Yoko went to heft the dildo, only to be stopped by her mistress.

"Oh baby, did you think I'd forgotten about that bratty mouth? No, we're going to put it to better use. Here." She pulled a gag from her handbag, complete with external dildo. Wordlessly, Yoko allowed her to fit it, and then knelt at her mistress's feet, facing the bound raven with the siren pressed against her back.

"Lube her up, baby." The vampire squeezed some of the slippery liquid into her hand, applying it generously to the phallus protruding from her face, and to Wednesday's clenching arsehole, already stretched from the plug she'd been wearing all evening.

"Ready, sugar?" Wednesday nodded and confirmed 'green' and was immediately pulled onto Yoko's shaft, spearing up into her ass slowly as Divina thrust her hips, forcing her sub to penetrate deeper into her passage. She almost came again on the spot as the shaft filled her, the days of abstinence paying back tenfold.

She grunted low, much to Divina's apparent delight. The siren gave her a moment to adjust to the intrusion in her ass before she swung her away again, beginning a rhythm of steadily pumping into her using the vampire's face.

"Can you hold it for me, sugar? I want this to be a big one…"

Wednesday did as bidden, stopping herself from peaking as Divina moved a hand to her clit - which was still tingly from Malice's hit - and lightly stroked it with her nail.

"Come." The simple command was all the permission she needed to do so again, her ejaculate splashed onto Divina's pants and dripped to Yoko's face. The vampire hummed appreciatively; the vibrations felt through the shaft heightened the orgasm, forcing her eyes to roll back as she lost sense of time. She vaguely felt the toys leaving her, hands caressing her, and murmured words of reassurance before her dommes stepped away.

Without being given any time to catch her breath, Wednesday was aware of a new cluster of guests crowding her. Her eyes rolled back into her head as a flaming pair of hands grasped her breasts, the familiar burn of Daphne's touch causing her to arch her back in exquisite agony. At the same time fingers scissored into her, two and then three. She barely had time to gasp before she was coming again.

She had no idea how many more times she came. Each climax was met with laughter and applause. At several points one of her wives paused proceedings to check in on her and cup her lolling head to offer her cool water that she gulped down thirstily. Each time she assured them she was fine, was rewarded with a kiss and left again at the mercy of the crowd.

Finally, having come more times than she could count, from impacts, intrusions and at one embarrassing point, from saccharine whispered words of her two loves, she finally admitted defeat, calling yellow after a particular effusive climax had soaked everyone standing south of her hips.

"Hey, Cupcake." Bianca's warm voice purred in her ear. "I think you're about done. How about me and Wolfy get you down while our lovely guests move the party inside?"

Wednesday could only hum in agreement, lost in the familiar fuzzy warmth of her blissed-out sub space. She let herself be brought down into her wives waiting arms, drowsily nuzzling into the wolf. She groaned as she was brought into the hot tub, the warmth soothing her achy muscles. Bianca reappeared by her side with a new drink, a black straw presented to her and taken without question.

"You were such a good girl for us tonight, Cupcake. Do you want to rest or can you come one last time with us?" The siren asked softly, her now warm hands trailing up Wednesday's cold skin to tangle in her hair.

"Can come, wanna be good."

"Aww, you are so good already, baby. We're just making sure you aren't too tired, ok?" Enid stroked her messy bangs back as she looked fondly down at her.

An uncharacteristic whine escaped her. She needed the soft release that only her wives could grant. Her beloveds chuckled, sandwiching her between them. "Ok, ok. One more for us, sweet thing." With that Bianca submerged herself, moving to gently suckle her swollen clit while Enid cupped her breasts and mouthed loving kisses along her collar bone.

Underneath the surface, Bianca unfurled her tentacles, letting them slither up to caress her legs and effortlessly slide into her lover's well-stretched holes as she moved her lips up her torso, licking and sucking up her stomach. She gently moved her velvety appendages inside her, softly fucking into her as she took a supple nipple into her warm mouth, drawing soft kitten moans that Enid swallowed in hungry kisses. Enid inched her claws down to sit right on the sides of Wednesday's clit, pinching and squeezing it to draw their raven into one last orgasm.

Wednesday didn't scream, rather silently gasping as she fell almost limp into her wives embrace. The pleasure was softer but no less intense than her previous climaxes. She could feel the love surrounding her, and it made it the best climax of her life, held by her wives, feeling them in, and all around her.

"I love you both," she murmured, only loud enough for her wives to hear, the party-goers and their racket completely forgotten in their little pool of love.