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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…"