Eleven is stripped

Eleven fell onto one knee, gasping as a cold wind brushed past her and she felt her clothes rip and tear.

Falling apart, she did not even have time to cover herself before her white top and trousers collapsed around her, leaving her in just a bra and pants.

She was quickly bent over, folding her arms around her chest to hide how her tits swayed inside her bra. Vecna waved a hand above her and El gritted her teeth as she realised he had frozen her into place, bent over in just her lingerie.

Her neck prickled as she sensed Vecna pacing around her, examining her. She knew how exposed she was, how he would be able to see her legs, her back and stomach, her ass.

She had put a thong on this morning, to celebrate being reunited with Mike. Even with that on, very little would be left to Vecna’s imagination as he slowly admired her curves.

El could not help but shiver as she felt sharp, pointed claws scratch over her cheeks behind her. Then the lines of fire disappeared and she heard Vecna’s footsteps move away from her.

Eleven blanched as, with a flick of the wrist, Vecna swung Max into her. Snake-like, slimy appendages wormed around them, tying them back to back and ass to ass. Eleven felt Max’s red hair tickle her shoulders and back, and she winced at the feeling of Max’s smooth buttcheeks pressing into her own.

“You do not understand. Not yet. First, I want you to watch.”