She is tied up

El knew she did not want to see what had become of Max, but she just could not help herself. Turning slowly, she was confronted with the image of her best friend stark naked and spread-eagled in front of both her and Vecna.

There was an intense, pained look on Max’s face as the teen trembled, her small, freckled breasts jiggling as she gasped. Four tendrils had wrapped around her limbs, tying her wrists and ankles to a tall, branchless stake. It looked like Vecna had tried his hardest to make Max uncomfortable – her arms and legs were red and it looked she was pressed back so hard into the stake that it was sticking up through her ass cheeks.

With a shudder, El saw how Vecna was tormenting her friend. A floating, whirring vibrator had been pressed right between her legs, probably pulsating right on her clit.

El noticed that Vecna’s more humanoid hand was slightly raised: the pervert was probably monitoring every aspect of the sexual teasing.

There were other, fainter moans in the distance as well. Looking past Max, El saw that Chrissie and the two boys were also being molested. All three of them were tied to posts sticking out of the ground with their legs wrapped around the stakes and their arms tied high above their heads. The sweaty, cum-stained cheerleader nearest to Eleven was being inflicted with a vibrator, just like Max. However, she also had a bright red ball-gag strapped into her mouth.

Black straps were also stretched tight across the back of the two boys’ heads, but El could only see their backs and arses: they appeared to be suffering from vibrating dildoes which thrusted right into their sensitive, already-used assholes.

Something about the sight of those fidgeting, reddened tushes excited El. Blushing, she looked back to Max and tried to suppress the mental image of Mike being bound and used like the other teens.

Her fantasy was gone just as soon as it had arrived but Vecna must have still sensed her dirty thoughts. Chuckling, he brought Max floating closer towards them so that El found herself staring right into her best friend’s wide eyes.

“Something about this excites you,” Vecna said. “A part of you likes being locked up, of having the control taken away from you. All those wasted hours, wondering if you are the monster, or the hero of the story. Wouldn’t it be easier if there was someone else, someone who could decide what you are for you?”

“You can’t control me,” El said. “I won’t let you.”

“No?” Vecna pointed to Max as the ginger girl gasped around her vibrator. “She said the same thing. I had to show her what it would be like.”

El tensed, picturing the horror of being stripped in the middle of the Upside Down. The exhibitionism of every inch of herself being bared, the cold on her skin, on her nipples and labia. What it would feel like when the first tentacle wound itself around her skin…

She yelled as she felt Vecna’s presence worming its way into her mind. Pushing against him, she gasped as he pushed right back, his psychic claws sweeping over her.