The Addams Family - Wednesday's Schemes for Carnal Screams

Hey guys, this is the first chapter of a story about Wednesday Addams I wrote years ago, the story is already finished and there are several more chapters, but this is just the first one I wanted to share.

I've got a lot of stories written that I want to turn in to visual novels, but I'm trying to get the Goof Troop one done first.

Don't worry, the story doesn't contain gore, snuff, or anything like that. It's really just a story about surreal situations that probably appeals to Addams Family fans.

Let me know what you think!

You can read it below, or you can download the PDF I've attached.
I hope you enjoy it, things get a lot steamier in the other chapters.

Wednesday’s Schemes for Carnal Screams

by Jashinslayer

You've taken a summer job with the Addams Family! Wednesday seems to have taken a liking to you... but is her affection safe?

Chapter 1 - A Wednesday Afternoon

 You knock on the front door of the Addams Family’s huge mansion.

“Hello?! Mr. Addams?! Mrs. Addams!?” you shout.

You’ve been working for the Addams Family for a few months now as their “gardener” as it was the only job you could find. Normally a gardener would tidy up the landscape and mow the lawn around a house… but for some reason the Addams instructed you to plant land minds, dig traps and place dangerous toxic substances such as uranium in their yard!

They usually pay you at the end of the week for all your hard work, but it’s Friday and you have yet to see them all day to collect this week’s pay. You suddenly notice their doorbell and press the button. Instead of a regular doorbell ring, you hear a sudden horrific scream echo from somewhere inside the house. A few moments later an extremely tall, gangly, greenish-skinned man with a dead expression opens the door and stares at you silently.

“Oh, Hello Lurch, are Mr. or Mrs. Addams around? I would like to get paid for the week.” You question the massive man, as you cock your head upwards at him. He lets out an unearthly deep bellow as he shakes his head slowly.

“My parents are currently out at the moment.” a voice speaks from behind Lurch. He moves aside to show Wednesday Addams, the Addams’ 18 year old daughter, walking down the stairs.

You have met her a few times but usually noticed her staring at you for several hours from the windows of the mansion as you worked. She seems like a nice… but very creepy girl. You notice today she seems to be wearing black lipstick which makes her pale complexion seem even whiter.

"Hello Miss Wednesday. Sorry to bother you then, I guess I can wait until Monday to get paid.” You say as you start to turn around and leave.

“If you wish to stay for a bit I’m sure they will return. I can… entertain you in the meantime.” she offers you. You hesitate for a moment then respond.

“Sure no problem… that sounds nice.” You reply.

“Lurch, you may leave us.” Wednesday commands the butler. Lurch lets out another chillingly low bellow as he bows and heads off to another portion of the mansion.

“Please come this way, I will grant you a tour of the house.” States Wednesday as she turns to you and gives you a blank expectant look, then turns around and begins to walk, expecting you to follow her.

Wednesday shows you around the ground floor of the very large Addams Family Mansion, as she leads you to each room she states strange and unnerving factoids and tidbits about the mansion and her family. You see several disturbing sights such as iron maidens, shrunken heads, books that seem to move on their own and other oddities don’t seem quite real or plausible, but at the same time end up making you quite interested.

Wednesday herself also has a strange alluring unearthly beauty to her.

“I’ve… been watching you as you work. I must thank you on behalf of my family for being such a hard worker.” She says as she shows you around.

“Ah, thank you. It’s no big deal; I’m just doing my job.” You reply modestly.

As the tour comes to an end, you find yourself in the foyer of the mansion again. Wednesday pauses for a moment then takes a step towards you, as you are a good bit taller than her, she looks up at you.

“I wish to… make a request of you. Please feel free to refuse.” she begins.

"I would like to… kill you… just a bit." Wednesday speaks in a calm hushed tone, almost a whisper. She looks up at you with deep penetrating eyes as if she is staring into your very soul. Her normally pale, porcelain skin very slightly changes hue, almost as if she’s blushing.

“I uhh, wuh-what?! A ‘little bit’?!” you exclaim in a confused surprised voice.

"Wouldn’t you like to know… how it feels to die? Did you ever consider that it might perhaps feel enjoyable?" she asks as she shockingly pulls a long carving knife from her dress… slowly and deliberately running her finger ever so delicately across the edge.

She then brings the blade up to her mouth and runs her tongue across the blade playfully and seductively as she gazes up at you. You almost jerk backwards in shock, but are transfixed by her.

"It's been purported that some people experience an... orgasm at the moment of passing." She says as she bites her lip demurely and looks to the floor, still casually brandishing the large knife. You scratch your head in a somewhat frightened, confused loss for words and astonishment.

"W...what exactly do you want to do?" you reply nervously as you look down at Wednesday, you can feel sweat forming on your brow and your eyes dart off in other directions for the split seconds. The girl thinks for a moment, and then tilts her head sideways a bit as she speaks.

"How about... a skosh of strangulation?" she says, something almost akin to a smile crosses her lips but it's so slight as to be nearly imperceptible. You think to yourself how Wednesday’s smile is subtle, like an extremely light snow on a cold winter's morning that can hardly be seen amidst an already pure white landscape.

"Uhh... well… I don’t want to die, let me be perfectly clear on that… but I… I feel like I can trust you and I’m a little interested… so I’ll give a shot." you agree apprehensively.

Wednesday's eyes narrow at you like a predator viewing its prey. She brings the knife down and it again vanishes into her dress. 

Wednesday then quickly yet gently takes you by the hand and starts to lead you. As you walk, you notice her skin feels strangely clammy, almost as if she isn't alive, yet there is faint warmth there that can barely be detected.

Wednesday slowly leads you up the main stairs of the mansion and through a long hallway. You can hear your footsteps echo through the whole house. Her footsteps seem oddly quieter than yours for some reason, even though you are both walking at the same gait. She very slightly turns her head to look back at you as you walk, looking at you through the corner of her eye.

"This is my room." she says bluntly as you come to stop at a door. She opens it and leads you inside. As you step inside you are met with a room that superficially looks drab and colorless however is frilly and girlish. White, grey, and black striped carpets, tablecloths, and a large 4 poster bed with lots of lots of dolls.

However... upon closer inspection you realize all the stuffed animals, dolls, and toys have been decapitated, dismembered, hung, mutilated and destroyed all through very meticulous means as if performing mock executions, dissections and torture methods.

You instinctively gulp.

"Please... sit down." Wednesday says motioning towards her bed. You walk over and sit down on the edge of the large ornate 4-poster bed. Wednesday goes over to the closet and shortly returns with a small black belt in her hands.

"Almost anything can be used to kill someone. A murder weapon is nothing more than a plain everyday object used in the right way... at the right time… to end a life." she says as she walks over to you... running her hands over the smooth leather of the belt. She gazes at you with eyes that don't even seem human... eyes that you could fall into and get lost in their darkness.

Wednesday reaches forward slowly and wraps the belt around your neck, then tightens it, but only slightly... only to the point where it is taut.

"Now please... lay back. Make yourself comfortable." she instructs.

You cautiously comply. Unsure of how far you are willing to go to humor this beautiful girl. You lay back on the bed as Wednesday moves over lies down beside you. She takes the excess end of the belt in her hands and begins to tighten it around your neck again; she pulls until it reaches the next notch and latches it.

"There's one." she affirms.

You find it a little more difficult to breathe, but it is still bearable. Wednesday studies your face for a moment with cool eyes. You notice a faint glimmer of excitement in them. She then unlatches the belt and begins to tighten it more. She pulls until the belt has slid to the next notch and latches it.

"Two." she states, with a slight smile, her eyes seem to brighten up even more.

 "How do you feel?" she asks calmly. You're having a hard time breathing at this point and are beginning to feel a little light headed. 

"I...I...can't quite..." you manage to rasp out. Resisting the urge to bring your hands up and remove the belt

"Good." she replies, you think you can hear her breathing starting to get heavier.

You're suddenly surprised as Wednesday raises her leg and straddles you, sitting on your crotch as she looks down at you. You now see a strange look on her face, almost feverish and a bit flushed. Is this the kind of face a killer makes before they take someone's life? You wonder.

She takes the belt in her hands again and undoes a latch, immediately pulling it tighter, she struggles as she pulls.

"Three." she speaks in a clearly more excited voice, as she latches the belt.

You can feel the leather pulling against your skin as it becomes incredibly hard to breathe at all. You need to stop this now… it’s becoming dangerous… but something inside you wants to see more of Wednesday’s reaction to your struggle.

Her face is oddly hypnotic.

You feel your head spinning as it becomes difficult to keep conscious. It’s time this ended, you think to yourself.

"W… Wednes… day... stop. Please. That's… enough." you raise your hands to your throat, trying to undo the belt, but the girl pushes them away. The lack of oxygen is already making you weak and you don't have the strength to overpower the girl or push her off. You let this go on too far.

You can feel your heart pounding wildly as you struggle for air. Your hands on the girl's shoulders trying ineffectually to push her off. Wednesday's face which is normally calm, cold and blank.... is now twisted in a deranged look of excitement and sadism, you don't know if she is even the same person anymore.

You can see the death in her eyes.

She takes the belt in her hands again and begins to tighten it, struggling and pulling as hard as she can, the belt is now digging deep into your skin... however you can barely feel it through the numbness which is overtaking you.

"Four." you hear her giggle in an uncharacteristic giddy voice as your eyes begin to roll into the back of your head.

"Please..." a tiny murmur escapes your lips as you begin to black out.
As everything begins to go dark, you feel a pair of wet lips on your mouth and suddenly a massive wave of pleasure washes over your body!

An eruption of dynamite inside your head, the explosion travels through you! It feels unearthly, impossibly intense, not of this world. Is this the pleasure of death?

Wednesday must have been right, you think, this must be the orgasm people feel at the moment of death. You can feel your numb body convulse from delicious pleasure as your last slivers of life leave you and everything fades into empty darkness.

You suddenly awake gasping and panting. You reach up and touch your forehead, a headache pounding in your temples. It almost feels like your head was split in two.

You take a few moments to compose yourself and then look over to see Wednesday sitting in a chair across the room, the belt that was around your neck lying on the table.

"Welcome back." Wednesday says with a very slight smirk. She sips from a cup of tea.

“Once you lost consciousness, I immediately removed the belt and you began breathing again… however you were out for about 20 minutes." she says bluntly. You touch your throat, which feels a bit tender.

"How did it feel?" she asks as she takes another sip of tea.

"A-augh!" you attempt to speak, but immediately wince in pain from the trauma to your throat.

Wednesday has a pleased look on her face as she stares over at you. Your whole body feels heavy and tingly.

Wednesday places the cup on the table and walks over to you, helping you up.

"I think you’d better go, my parents don't like me bringing strange men to my room… in one piece that is." She says as she walks you to the door.

"Thank you for playing with me... we should do this again sometime... big boy." Wednesday speaks as she pushes you out of her room and closes the door.

As you wonder what that last comment meant, you feel a wet squishing in your pants and realize you must have made a mess at the end of the strangling. You lift up your shirt and notice black lipstick prints leading down your chest and into your pants.... lipstick just like Wednesday was wearing. You stand there amazed for a few moments and shake your head in disbelief.

Those Addams sure are spooky!

To be continued...