Eleven's first experience of tentacle sex

The Hellfire club knew the consequences of breaking Vecna’s rules all too well by now. On the very first day, aphrodisiac had been released in the cafeteria and a school-wide orgy had broken out. Half-blinded by lust, Eleven had taken Mike to a corner for a little privacy. While she was riding Mike’s cock, another boy had asked to join them and as soon as she had refused Eleven had found herself whisked away by a Lurcher. She shuddered at the memory of those rubbery tentacles wrapping themselves around her arms and legs, of the whip-like feelers that had endlessly lashed her tits and arse. It hadn’t been too long before Max and then Lucas joined her (also apprehended for breaking Rule 6) as well as countless others who forgot to follow Vecna’s assortment of ridiculous rules.

Then the tentacles had twisted their bodies into all sorts of positions and **** them to fuck each other for 24 hours straight. Thanks to the aphrodisiac, it hadn’t been entirely unpleasant but all of the captives had been covered head to toe in cum by the end of their tribulation.

That had been when Eleven realised how horrible Rule 8 was. You were only allowed to clean off cum from your face or body if you got someone else to clean it off for you.

Some had ignored that rule, sneaking off home as soon as the Lurcher released them. Because of Vecna’s omniscience, they had been recaptured soon after. Others, like Eleven, had spent the rest of the day covered in dry, sticky cum. That had been more humiliating than any amount of time spent being fucked publicly by tentacles.

Eleven looked up as the Lurcher’s tentacles straightened, then it dumped its captives unceremoniously onto the astroturf below. Mike’s, Nancy’s and the rest of the naked bodies slid onto the playground’s fake grass in a sticky, groaning pile.

“What are we going to do, about Nancy?” Max’s voice was ****, like she knew there was something they should do, but didn’t want to do it herself. “She can’t go around with her brother’s cum on her face all day.

The dreadful implication of Rule 8 hung over them.

Eleven squared her shoulders. “It’s Mike’s cum. I’ll do it.”

And before she could hesitate, she **** herself to go over to the pile of comatose bodies to lick and suck the cum off Nancy Wheeler’s face.