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The particulars of defining an outcast were a nebulous affair.
They were by their very nature. Oddities. People and creatures that did not fit into the traditional mould of society. Thus, they had created their own offshoot of society. But as is human nature sometimes. They had been labelled and generalized to fit into little boxes. Given shorthand terms to boil down identities to words like “Faceless” or “Fur.”
Wednesday Addams was by classification a Psychic. Ever since she had come into her abilities in high school, all she had ever had were visions. But as she had come to Nevermore. Faced trials and tribulations. Grown as a person and let people into her inner circle. She had evolved. She had battled Crackstone. Advanced her education leaps and bounds. Gained a deeper understanding of her heritage and what that meant to her. All of those experiences she held very dear to her.
So what was one to do when they find out they also have telekinesis?
Well, the answer was to hone her abilities on a willing subject, of course. Just as surgeons practised on cadavers. She would use the tools at her disposal to sharpen her craft to the same fine point she did everything else in her life.
The door creaked open and admitted the napalm pink ball of sunshine that was her girlfriend. But an aspect that was kept very much private from anyone else. Was that her roommate was also her pet. The particulars of how their dynamic came to be were not important. But they had been dating for a few months. Wednesday had opened herself to a brand-new world of torturous experiences, and her boundlessly enthusiastic paramour had taken to them with a fervour that still set her heart to racing. Her newly found abilities were the only thing she’d managed to keep hidden from her partner. Even then, it had been scarcely two weeks since she had accidentally summoned a book from across the room and discovered the newly manifested talent.
“Hey Willa.” Chirped Enid. Closing the door shut and fixing her with an innocent gaze. Her head slightly cocked and she raised an eyebrow. “You’re looking more severe than usual. Did someone cancel a funeral or something?”
She let a sadistic smirk spread across her face. Raising one hand from her folded arms, she pointed down at the floor. Then clicked her fingers twice. Which was their prearranged signal that she was to pack away her identity as Enid Sinclair. And resume her much more fitting role of Wednesday’s loyal dog.
The taller girl let out a squeaking noise as she threw her bag down beside the door and practically leapt onto all fours. Sitting in a crouched position and hanging off of every single micromovement that Wednesday made. Calmly, the raven strode over to the dresser and removed her pet’s collar from its box. A thick brown leather band with a heavy metal strap that locked in place. Written on the side in block capitals was “Property of Wednesday Addams.” She very much enjoyed that little touch.
Casually, she tossed it over to Enid. Who caught it in her mouth and scrambled to put it around her neck and close the loop shut. She always looked so satisfied when she did. Like without it, she was walking around not quite dressed and this was the only time she was complete.
“Come over here without moving” She commanded. The look of utter confusion on her pet's face sent a dark wave of primal pleasure through her. An impossible command, of course. The gears in her puppy's fuzzy subspace addled brain turned as she whined softly. “Can’t Master.” Her paws scratched at the ground as she struggled to try and devise a way to obey. Was it unnecessarily mean on her part? Of course, it was. But Enid loved her casual cruelty, and had expressed it was one of her favourite parts of their play.
“Dumb fucking mutt.” The icy words dropped from her mouth like hammer blows. She could see the hurt in her partner's eyes and the excitement it caused as she oh so unsubtly rubbed her legs together. “I give you a simple task and all you return is disappointment. Do I have to do everything myself?” Unfolding her arms and throwing her hand forward, she splayed her hand out and did a twist and grip motion. Like she was grabbing onto some invisible leash. Before dragging it towards herself. Enid yelped in surprise as she was dragged across the floor into the waiting judgement of the raven. Grabbing the collar in her fist, she held Enid off of the ground with her telekinesis.
“Open.” She commanded. Enid’s tongue flopped out of her mouth as she panted. She stuck two fingers in her mouth and played at inspecting it. Running her fingers across the sharp points of her mate’s canine teeth. Pulling her jaw to one side and then the other. She unceremoniously spat in Enid’s mouth and felt a quiet thrill run through her veins as her pet swallowed it without hesitation.
“Fucking useless dog. I give you a simple instruction, and you fail to carry it out.”
“M’sorry Master!” The words were muffled around her fingers, so she removed them and wiped the spit on Enid’s blazer. “I didn’t mean to be a bad dog. I’ll do better!” The sheer look of panicked anguish on her little puppies face brought a fresh thrill over her to settle into her bones.
“Yes you will. I don’t tolerate disobedience or failure in my pets.” her words hung like the threat of the guillotine over Enid. Who looked up at her with pleading eyes. They both knew the task had been impossible. That she was using this as an excuse to be mean to her. But that didn’t make her expression any less severe. Or her pet’s panic any less pronounced.
She drank in it as the feelings washed over her. Another aspect of her abilities was a certain degree of empathy. She had gotten that at the same time as the telekinesis, but she had clamped down on it hard. However now, as she held her whimpering wolf in the air. Suspended by nothing but her will. The smaller girl lowered her mental walls and let the vague feelings wash over her.
Arousal. Thick and pulsing. But she had smelt that long before any ability had told her of it. Shame. Genuine displeasure at not being able to obey. That one made her hesitate for a movement. Before, she sensed it was just feeding into her pet's arousal. What a naughty little puppy. Pleasure. Like TV static washing over her skin. Making the hairs on her arms stand up and causing her to rub her legs together as Enid’s feelings threatened to overwhelm her for a moment.
Clamping down on her control, she flicked her hand back and with a thought and sent her mutt sprawling onto the floor with a yelp. Enid whined as her back hit the wall. “I’m going to use you, puppy. I’m going to fuck the thoughts out of that pretty little head. Until there's nothing left in there but me.”
Sharp movements and precise, measured flicks of her wrists allowed her to manipulate multiple objects at once. With one hand, she concentrated on keeping her pet afloat. On spinning and manipulating angles to where she wanted them. The other pulled at her clothes. Sliding them off and discarding them on the floor. The effort was very mentally taxing and required her complete focus as she mimicked the movements of yanking down her pet’s pants and watched as they ripped at the edges. She still wasn’t used to regulating the forces required. But what was some shredded clothes compared to the fun she was having?
Her chest rose and fell rapidly as the strain fought to appear on her face. But she kept her expression level as Enid floated in front of her. Experimentally, she flicked out a tendril of force. Brushing it like a light breeze over her partners' nipple. The small peak stiffened at her touch, and the small raven smirked. Enid’s low moan, the exact noise she was looking for.
Bracing her legs, she kept the wolf suspended in midair. Completely helpless and at the raven’s mercy. The smirk spread across her face as she allowed the teasing venom to drip from her voice.
“Now. Hold still puppy. This is going to hurt so good for you.”
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Enid had completely given up control.
She could hear her Master teasing her. Barely. The fuzziness in her head was like TV static, and thinking through it was hard for stupid little mutts. Invisible hands held her aloft and teased in ripples of feeling throughout her body. Her eyes snapped open as her Master’s cold hand, her real hand and not the feeling of one. Grasped her waist and sent a shiver down her spine.
“So pretty for me.” She heard from the taller girl. “Such a fucking mess.” Enid arched her back as Wednesday stroked a finger over her clit. A hopeless, ragged moan escaped her throat as she tried to rub her legs together. “Master. Please.” She didn’t even know what she was pleading for, but she needed more.
Her mouth opened, and her head fell back as her Master began her teasing assault on her. She felt two fingers be roughly shoved into her, and the pad of Wednesday’s thumb teased her clit. Stars danced in front of her eyes and she already felt like falling apart. Before a pain like knives dragging against her skin made her squirm and writhe against the unseen hands binding her.
“Not so fast, puppy.” Came the mocking voice of her Master. “We’re just getting started.”
With a gasp, Enid felt the pressure intensify, edging her closer to the brink. Enid’s moans grew louder, her body trembling as pleasure built within her. She was so close. So close to falling over the edge. But just as she was about to climax, Wednesday pulled back, leaving Enid gasping and frustrated.
“Tease and denial,” Wednesday said, her voice laced with amusement. “It’s such a delicious game, don’t you think?”
Enid whimpered, her body aching with unfulfilled desire. “Please,” she begged, her voice hoarse. “Please, Master, let me-”
“Shh,” Wednesday silenced her with a finger to her lips. “Begging is so very becoming of you, mutt. But I’m not done playing with you yet.”
Wednesday’s telekinetic grip tightened around Enid’s waist, holding her firmly in place as she began to explore her body with cruel precision. She used her powers to trace patterns on Enid’s skin, sending shivers of pleasure and anticipation through her.
Enid’s senses were overwhelmed. The soft brush of air against her skin, the scent of Wednesday’s inky, earthen scent, the sound of her mocking teases. It was sensory overload, and Enid was helpless to resist.
“You’re mine, puppy,” Wednesday whispered, her breath hot against Enid’s ear. “Completely and utterly mine. And I’m going to push you to your limits, just to see how far you’ll go for me.”
Enid’s eyes closed as Wednesday’s telekinetic touch returned to her clit, building the pleasure slowly, torturously. She was on the edge again, teetering, her body begging for release. But Wednesday was relentless, pulling back at the last moment, leaving Enid trembling and desperate.
“Please,” Enid whimpered again, her voice breaking. “Please, Wednesday, I can’t-”
“You can,” Wednesday corrected. Her voice was firm and insistent. Like the word of an angry god. “You can take more. And you will, because I say so.”
The cycle repeated, again and again, each time pushing Enid closer to the brink only to pull her back. Her body was a mess of conflicting sensations. Pleasure and frustration, desire and denial. She was completely at the raven’s mercy, and the realization only heightened her excitement. Her tongue was lolled out past her fangs as she panted.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Wednesday leaned down, her lips brushing against Enid’s ear. “One last time, pet,” came her icy whisper. “And this time, I might just let you come.”
Enid’s breath caught as Wednesday’s telekinetic touch ramped up, stronger than ever before. Her body arched into rigid repose, her cries echoing through the room. She was so close.
But Wednesday pulled back once more, leaving Enid on the edge, teetering, her body shaking with unfulfilled desire. She tried her hardest not to growl indignantly.
“Not yet,” Wednesday said, her voice cold. “Not until I say so.”
Enid’s eyes opened, her gaze meeting Wednesday’s. There was no warmth there, only dominance and control. And yet, Enid felt a strange sense of satisfaction, of belonging. She was Wednesday’s pet, and at that moment she wouldn’t have had it any other way.
As Wednesday stood over her, her telekinetic grip holding Enid firmly in place, Enid realized that this was only the beginning. Wednesday’s powers were a game-changer, and Enid was her willing, if frustrated, plaything. The thought sent a fresh wave of arousal through her, and she smiled, despite herself.
Wednesday smirked, clearly reading the expression on her pet’s face. “That’s right, mutt,” she said, her voice soft but commanding. “You’re mine to edge, to tease, to deny. And you’ll take it, because you belong to me. Until the stars burn low in the skies. Forever my little plaything.”
Enid’s smile widened, her body still buzzing with unfulfilled desire. “Yes Master” she whispered. “I’m yours. I’m yours. I’m yours” She repeated over and over like a prayer.
And with that, Wednesday finally allowed her telekinetic touch to push Enid over the edge. Enid screamed over that edge like it was a cliffside as waves of power ripped across every single point on her body. It was like a full body massage and electroshock therapy rolled into one. She blacked out for a brief moment as time seemed to slow down and shoot past all at once. She floated both literally and figuratively as her Master stroked her clit softly over and over. Coaxing her through her patiently earned orgasm. She was oblivious to the specifics as stars danced in front of her eyes. Deep panting drags of air were all she could take in as her legs shook involuntarily. Weakly kicking against the forces holding her up, she whimpered softly.
“Good girl. Such a good little pet for me.” There was a lot more warmth in her master’s voice as she realized there were soft satin sheets cushioning her and not air. “You did so well for me, Enid. I’m so proud of you.”
It took far too many seconds for her to recognise that Enid was her. She was still rather out of it as the arms of the smaller girl wrapped around under her own and cuddled her in close. The room stank of her, and she made a noise of petulant dissatisfaction. The stickiness between her legs was beginning to dry and become uncomfortable. “Was I a good dog?” she drawled out sleepily.
“You are my good puppy. You did so well for me” Wednesday’s hot breath tickled her ears as the raven whispered praise at her. The affirmations and aftercare lulling her into a well fucked stupor.
“Mmm. Love you Master.” She said, sleepily grabbing at her smirking girlfriend.
“I love you too, pet.” The long-suffering raven said tenderly. As Enid’s eyes fluttered closed.
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A / N
Who doesn’t love a telekinetic edge session?
I’d like to say this idea simply didn’t fit into any of my stories. But the truth is I promised to write it, so one of my friends would build my roof in minecraft. Thanks Arryn.
I think I’ll do some more scenes with various kinks and scenarios if the mood strikes me. This story will be for all the loose ideas. Side bits of Indelible Marks that aren’t quite canon and whatever else I need to get out of my brain.
Enjoy, and,
Until next time.