Vecna has sexy hostages

Vecna did not answer, instead staring at them as the slimy vines moved busily around him. Then the forest of tentacles took form to reveal a line of naked bodies facing them.

Hopper, Max, Nancy…Mom.

Mike gasped at the sight of his own mother suspended from the ceiling by her wrists and stripped completely bare. His eyes were drawn to her heaving chest, her breasts still firm and dripping with sweat… he **** himself to look down at the floor as tears prickled his eyes. This was wrong. It was sick.

He could hear El’s pain as her voice broke. “Dad.”

“It’s ok, sweetie,” Hopper answered. “So long as he can’t hurt you it’s all ok. You’re going to be alright.”

“No one’s going to be hurt. Not much, anyway. Not if you surrender now,” Vecna hovered in front of the four naked hostages. The monster had found their closest family, the people that they had cared about the most, before he had confronted them.

Mike saw now how the demon had been able to trap them all in dreams. Like a spider collecting flies in its web, Vecna had slowly ensnared them all into the mind-space of dreams and nightmares.

El clutched convulsively for his hand, her gaze transfixed on their families. “One always liked playing games. He finds what someone cares about, then he uses what they want to create dreams which pull them in, deeper and deeper. By the time you wake up it’s too late.”

Mike dared to look up, meeting Nancy’s eyes as her lip wobbled in anxiety and embarrassment. Whatever influence his big sister had been under earlier, now there was no sign of the passions that had driven her to fuck every one of his friends. But these were dreams that left a mark: Nancy’s face was covered in semen and her perky, cumstained tits were red with what almost looked like handprints.

“Our patience is wearing thing,” Vecna rasped. With a flick of his wrist, the monster pushed his hostage’s legs apart to expose their genitals while they blushed and squirmed. Ignoring their discomfort, the monster froze them in that inverted Y position, their arms and legs stretched to the max to completely expose them. Max shuddered as long claws fluttered over her slender shoulder. “Make a decision quickly, Eleven, or I’m going to start my experiment with a study on how many tentacles I can fit into these two pretty, little holes.”