A/N: Well I had planned on making this a real old M rated one… but apparently the story didn't agree with me. Maybe I'll make a little side winder of an M one with Joel as Wednesday's slave… if the readers demand it I will write it.
Every girl needs a slave. That's what Wednesday had calmly told Joel Glicker when their friendship deepened into the hazy world of lust.
That's what he became. Her slave. Devoted slave with undying love for her.
Wednesday Addams had classed herself as a sociopath who had no need for friends, barely even family but many times she was reminded there was a chink in her armour and Mr Glicker was gradually discovering her weaknesses and making them worse.
He opened up a niche inside of her – Wednesday was hardly famed for emotional weakness but when Joel was attacked by a rabid dog she was both elated but concerned by the loss of her …frie… slave.
Wednesday was by his bedside pulling him through the infection, much to the alarm of her father and the amusement of her mother.
When he was well again he went back to being her slave, Joel barely remembered the infectious haze that had clouded his mind while he was fighting the rabid disease ravaging his body. He was her slave and tailed her around the desolated mansion like a lovesick hound.
She made him beg for her, he was utterly devoted to her and during his sickness she realised just how devoted she was to him, no matter what she told herself. She told herself it was because replacing him would be difficult and breaking in a new slave would be extensive and hard work. Something niggled in her black heart, she knew it was more than her previous, pathetic excuses. It was her need for Joel.
Joel himself delighted in doing the most menial task for his Mistress. It meant that he was allowed to sleep in the same bed at her, as the pair had aged she'd let him under the covers beside her rather than making him curl at the foot of the bed.
Joel knew how it happened – as her slave he knew more about her than she probably knew herself, he'd wormed his way into her bed, her covers, her head and eventually that shrivelled little organ that masqueraded as her heart. He made it beat again, made her feel. He made her feel far more than she wanted to ever have felt.
She let him spoon against her one night and although she remained stiff as a corpse in his arms, now she felt a part of her missing when his arms were not wrapped around her waist, his nose buried into the crook of her throat. She needed him far too much.
Every girl needs a slave. Someone they can rely on, only in the Addams family… they're not called slaves, they're called husbands.