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A Dark Valentine (Wednesday)

Commission

Themes: Bondage, Rough Sex, Dom/Sub

Summary: Wednesday Addams wakes up on Valentine's Day in her last year at Nevermore Academy. Except she's not in her bed. And when she DOES go to sleep tied up, this isn't how she prefers it.

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As Wednesday Addams wakes up, she immediately notices several things off about the situation as she stretches only to find herself in restraints. For one, while it was not uncommon for members of the Addams Family to require a state of bondage to sleep comfortably, Wednesday very rarely needed such things. Most of the time she slept with her arms crossed over her chest and her legs straight out. You know, like a corpse should.
 
But this time she’s waking up with her limbs all splayed out, her wrists and ankles locked in cuffs. Looking to her left and right, she confirms with her eyes what she’s already managed to discern from her sense of touch. Namely that the restraints are a combination of comfort and hardy. Whoever got them clearly splurged for the good stuff, with how the inside is soft fur and the outside is toughened leather.
 
On top of that, her kidnapper has really gone the extra mile by bolting the restraints to the wall and floor, rather than the bedframe itself. A few experimental tugs tell Wednesday that she’s most definitely not going to break free any time soon, even with the slightly inhuman strength the Addams Family can call upon.
 
Of course, that’s not where her kidnapper’s preparations have ended. Not only is she waking up in an unknown bed with her body spread eagle and restrained by cuffs and chains, she’s also been stripped mostly naked, down to just a bra and panties, leaving most of her eerily pale body on full display as she twists and turns, getting more and more of her surroundings in view. Until…
 
Out of the shadows steps a familiar young man, one that Wednesday knows quite well, in fact. Eugene Ottinger, commonly known as one of Nevermore’s quirkier students, as well as the Academy’s Beekeeper. Except the Eugene that Wednesday met in her first year of Nevermore and the Eugene standing before her today couldn’t be further apart in appearance.
 
Originally, Eugene was shorter even than Wednesday. With untamed black hair, he wore black glasses and a metal retainer that made him speak rather nasally. All in all, he was the kind of kid who got bullied even at a school full of outcasts, at least back during their first year together. Since then however… Eugene had had a bit of a glow-up, even as he’d grown up.
 
Whereas Wednesday had stayed exactly the same, not seeming to grow a single inch either upward or outward since her first day at Nevermore, Eugene had sprouted in height, to the point that he was taller even than Xavier these days. On top of that, he’d taken advantage of his growth spurt and set about reinventing himself over the summer.
 
He’d started lifting weights and taking on cardio, and while he wasn’t some big beefy body builder or anything like that, he was broader than he’d ever been before, with hints of definition and muscle starting to show. All year long, he’d continued to work on himself, all the way until today… February Fourteenth.
 
Wearing contacts these days, having ditched the retainer long ago, Eugene no longer quite matches his name. He’s tall, dark, and handsome… and has been quite broody all year long. Now though? With Wednesday chained down to a bed and stripped to her underwear as he looms over her with his new stature? He’s downright menacing.
 
“Happy Valentine’s Day, Wednesday.”
 
The pale young woman opens her mouth to reply, but this… proves to be a trap.
 
“Eugene-mmph!”
 
The moment her lips start to twitch, Eugene all but explodes forward in movement. He lunges onto the bed, startling even the unflappable Wednesday Addams, allowing him to pull the dark purple ball gag he’d been hiding out from behind his back and stuff it in between her lips and teeth. In the end, she doesn’t get anything besides his name out.
 
She struggles far too late to stop him from wrapping the harness behind the back of her head and locking it in place. By the time he’s done, she’s been thoroughly gagged, and as he pulls back, kneeling on either side of her, there’s a somewhat mad grin on Eugene’s face.
 
“I don’t want to hear it, Wednesday. I don’t want to hear your recriminations, or about how we can just pretend this never happened if I’ll just let you go. I’m not going to let you go, Wednesday.”
 
Then, as if to prove that they’re passed the point of no return, Eugene reaches down and grabs his captive’s chest through her bra, giving Wednesday’s tits a good, hard squeeze. She groans through the ball gag, her back arching as he pulls on her breasts for a moment. Then, he rips the bra away entirely, something that draws a muffled noise of surprise from its wearer until she realizes he must have partially cut it ahead of time in order to make a big show of things.
 
“I’m sure you knew. That I was carrying a torch for you all this time.”
 
Eugene growls as he gropes Wednesday’s now-naked chest directly, playing with her tits as he leans in and bares her teeth at her.
 
“How could you not? Wednesday Addams, the great Nevermore detective. You knew I was interested in you from the start. But I wasn’t your type. I get that. You liked them… dangerous. First it was Tyler. A Normie on the surface, but in actuality, a Hyde. You really know how to pick them, don’t you?”
 
“Mmmm…”
 
“Of course, it wasn’t long before you got him all locked up, so then you had to turn to Xavier. Not that that worked out very well either, did it? On again, off again… honestly Wednesday, I should have done this ages ago…”
 
It was true. Wednesday’s taste in men could certainly be considered suspect. Her first kiss was with Tyler Galpin, the son of Jericho’s Sheriff who in turn ended up being a Hyde, a literal monster who was killing people. After Wednesday solved the murders and finally pinned them on Tyler, getting him locked up, she’d wound up with Xavier, her other so-called love interest in her first year at Nevermore.
 
Funnily enough, her relationships with both boys had gone in the opposite order of one another. With Tyler, Wednesday had dated and kissed him before getting him sent to prison. With Xavier, she’d gotten him sent to prison, accidentally fingering him as the Hyde while being hoodwinked by Tyler, before she’d gone and dated him.
 
Both relationships had ended in a similar fashion, however. In heartbreak. Wednesday was no more compatible with Xavier than she was with Tyler. The pale girl and the painter had gotten together and broken up half a dozen times over the last year and a half, culminating in one final massive blow-up break-up out in the main courtyard just a week ago.
 
Xavier had told Wednesday he wanted to do something really special for her for Valentine’s Day… but Valentine’s Day had never been Wednesday’s thing, and ultimately she’d told him not to bother in that dry tone of hers. And Xavier… Xavier had blown up over it.
 
“I was watching of course, along with the rest of the school. As he yelled at you. As you stood there with those pouty lips of yours pressed together, wide-eyed like you didn’t understand what was going on. We all saw… but I realized it was my chance. My opportunity. I’m the one who decided to do something about it. Before now, I’ve always come in last when it comes to you, Wednesday. Not anymore.”
 
Finally, Eugene slides down the length of Wednesday’s body. Continuing to grope her chest with one hand, he grabs her panties with the other and tears them off too, having pre-cut them a little bit as well to make sure they would rip right off of her. Through the ball gag, Wednesday groans loudly. Smirking, Eugene quickly frees his cock from its confines, letting his rock hard erection flop out onto her pale abdomen. There’s a stark contrast in skin color there, even as he slides his dick down to her slit, running it up and down her lower lips.
 
“… You’re wet…”
 
The spark of madness in Eugene’s eyes ignites into a bonfire, and he snarls as he thrusts into her right there on the spot. His cock tears through her hymen, revealing what everyone had already expected… Wednesday Addams was still a virgin. She might have kissed a bit with her past two boyfriends, but she wasn’t the kind of girl you looked at and imagined having sex.
 
And yet, here they were. Wednesday was bound, gagged… and sopping wet. Eugene, meanwhile, was rock hard and pistoning in and out of her cunt with reckless abandon in mere seconds. Snarling, the tall, dark, and handsome beekeeper leans forward over his captive, glaring down at her as he thrusts forward into her accommodating cunt again and again.
 
“I’m going to make this a Valentine’s Day you never forget, Wednesday. You don’t have to worry about anyone finding us. No one is going to come looking for you today, not after Xavier dumped you. No one knows I spent the first half of the year retrofitting this cellar beneath my Bee Farm. It wasn’t originally supposed to be for you, but I spent the last week getting it ready anyways. And now… you’re all mine.”
 
Groaning, Eugene throws his head back for a moment in pleasure, before hastily reining himself in. He doesn’t want to cum too soon after all. He wants this to last forever, if he’s being honest.
 
Leaning forward, he nips at Wednesday’s jaw and neck, all while groping her tits. His hands are all over her naked, helpless body, digging into her pale flesh in a way that will undoubtedly leave bruises. But Eugene doesn’t care. He wants to leave his mark on her. He wants to bruise her, to remind her of his existence every time she moves and feels a twitch of pain, or every time she looks at herself in the mirror and sees the discoloration.
 
He wants her to remember him, to remember this, and to know… she was at his mercy. She was his, even if it was only for one night. She belonged to him. This possessive, obsessive need wasn’t something Eugene had always had when it came to Wednesday Addams, mind you. But over the years, watching her fail at love again and again while ignoring the steady-as-a-rock option that he represented… it got to him. More and more, it got to him.
 
His glow-up was supposed to be the thing to finally get her to notice him, but even now that Eugene was a head taller than her and twice as broad as fucking Xavier, Wednesday still didn’t see him as anything more… than a friend. It was enough to drive a man mad. It was enough to drive Eugene to this.
 
Of course, in reaction to his cock pistoning in and out of her… in response to him raping her and claiming her virginity for himself… Wednesday doesn’t have much of a response. She only grunts as he fucks her, barely making even that much noise through the ball gag. All the while, she’s staring at him in a frankly eerie fashion the entire time. With how cold her skin is, it’d almost be like fucking a corpse if not for two things. One, she is still making some involuntary noises through the ball gag… and two, her insides are a lot hotter and wetter than her outsides.
 
Squeezing her tits might feel like sticking his hands in the fridge to pull out some melon, but her cunt is hot and soft and clenching down on his cock. And that… that’s all Eugene needs to go all the way with her. That’s all he needs to let out one last heartfelt groan before spilling his seed deep inside of Wednesday Addams’ quim.
 
As he finishes in her, as he fills her with his cum, Eugene’s back arches and his head tosses back. Very, very slowly, he comes down from the pleasure. Slowly, he returns to his senses. And that’s when the horror sets in.
 
Post-nut clarity is a hell of a thing. One might say that Eugene was so backed up his brain had been full of cum for months now. If he’d been in his right mind, would he ever have gone this far? In the end, all that matters is he comes back to his senses ball’s deep inside of Wednesday Addams, having just creampied her against her will.
 
“Fuck… oh f-fuck. Wednesday, I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have…”
 
Hastily, he reaches up and pulls out the ball gag, leaving it dangling around her neck as he continues apologizing profusely. At the same time, he reaches for her wrist restraints, managing to undo one of the cuffs. However, before he can undo the other…
 
S-SLAP!
 
With one freed hand, Wednesday smacks him across the face hard enough that Eugene sees stars. Before he can recover from the hit, or even admit that he one hundred percent deserved it however, that same hand grabs him by the jaw and yanks him down into a positively soul-searing kiss. The tall, dark, and handsome young man can only groan as the two of them swap spit for a while, Wednesday’s full, pouty lips pressed against his.
 
They’re as soft as Eugene always imagined them to be, though not in a million years did he think he would get the chance to kiss Wednesday. Even in the height of his madness, he’d put the ball gag in so that he wouldn’t be tempted to kiss her… he hadn’t thought he deserved it even then.
 
When they finally have to come up for air, Wednesday looks at Eugene and to his utmost shock, graces him with the widest, toothiest smile he’s ever seen from her.
 
“Don’t you dare apologize, Eugene. This is the best Valentine’s Gift anyone has ever gotten me.”
 
Then, she looks down at where they’re still joined together in anticipation.
 
“I hope you’re not done yet…”
 
Eugene looks down at their conjoined crotches as well, opening his mouth for a moment… before snapping it shut. Holy shit. Holy shit…
 
Slowly, Eugene cuffs Wednesday’s freed wrist once more. He leaves the ball gag out though, as he reaches down for her hips, taking hold of them. Cautiously, the beekeeper licks his lips and gives Wednesday a hesitant grin.
 
“Nope… not done yet. In fact… we’re just getting started.”
 
Wednesday’s own responding grin makes his heart sing as he returns to fucking the strange girl right there on the bed. People at Nevermore liked to say Eugene was quirky even by their standards. But privately, he believed Wednesday would always take the cake on that front…

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