Robin wins truth and dare

The next note came with just one name: Robin Buckley. The tall, awkward teen with a massive rack had won. Which was fair enough, when Eddie thought about it. Robin had been the one who had to do the most, after all.

In a flash of smoke, a queen-sized bed appeared out of nowhere, spinning into the centre of the room. Robin took one look at it, shrugged and then collapsed into it. Eddie almost had to look away from her jiggling, sweaty chest and buttocks as she fell face-down into the sheets.

The Creel House was lit by candlelight, exterior flashes of lightning and the almost permanent red glow of the Upside-Down. Yet even that light seemed to be darkening as they all looked towards the stairs that led down to the basement. It was up those steps that Eddie had come and found the others: with a shudder he remembered the glistening white pool in the cellar.

Chrissie had been floating in semen, stripped naked and looking so serene that Eddie had thought she was still in a trance. He had been **** to pull her out from the grip of that slick and slippery lake. With a shudder, he remembered how the cum had dripped off her body in strings that left puddles for every step they took on the carpet.

They would have to go back to that cum-filled room and whatever lay beneath the surface of the semen.

Eddie remembered all too clearly what the note had dictated, when Vecna had chosen to explain the rules of truth or dare. There could only be one winner, who would be able to rest for the night. Everyone else had lost the game and the note had said:

The losers will go to the basement, where there is a pool of semen waiting for them and twenty tentacles waiting to be serviced. They will fellate these phalluses to completion, so that the pool can be refilled.

Eddie was not gay; the thought of sucking tentacle dicks like Robin’s hideous challenge did not appeal. But the image of being naked with Nancy, Chrissie and Steve, stripped and humiliated in a sticky pool of cum… it was so overly sexual that a small part of it aroused him.

Steve led the way down, still holding Nancy’s hand. With a deep breath, Chrissie followed their lead and Eddie brought up the rear and tried not to stare at everyone else’s rears as they descended.

Eddie’s breath caught in his throat at the sight of what awaited them: four black tree-trunks were sticking out of the pool of semen. Each one was as smooth as a stone on the riverbed and as shiny as obsidian. Each one ended in an ebony dildo.

And around each of the tree-trunks there were five tentacles swaying slightly. Some looked phallic at the ends, while others had multiple bulges almost like anal beads, or particular kinds of vibrators.

Whatever Vecna had originally intended to use to punish them for their desires, it appeared that the Upside-Down had changed the rules once again…