A note from Vecna

Nancy gasped and Eddy saw that she was so immersed in the note in front of her that she had finally stopped covering her perky tits. New writing had appeared on Vecna’s parchment and, judging by Steve and Nancy’s faces, it was not going to be anything good.

“G-greetings, degenerates,” Nancy began, stammering. “You will be pleased to hear that there will be no more tentacles tonight. I think that…”

She trailed off, then, blushing, she passed the note to Steve. He cleared his throat and continued, “There will be no more tentacles tonight. I think that Nancy enjoyed them enough already. But do not worry, Robin, these next challenges are still going to be fairly smutty. You all know the game Truth or Dare. Well, this game is called Dare or Suffer. You all have to dare each other to do something. If you do not do it, you all will suffer.”

Eddie felt a shiver go down his spine as Steve locked eyes with him. “Eddie Munson gets the first dare.”

As one, the group took a breath. Then Steve pushed himself to his feet, his cock hanging limply between his legs as he pulled Nancy up beside him. Chrissy peeled something off her wrist and handed it to Robin; Eddie realised the two girls were both tying back their hair.

It felt like they were about to go into battle. It was just like Chrissy had said: this situation would all be because of their own desires. The only **** for them to do what they were about to do was a single scrap of paper.

Vecna had told them to give dares to each other. And they would each do the rest.

His mouth dry, Eddie looked around the room. “So what do I like, even say in this situation?”

“Give someone here a dare, Eddie,” Nancy said tiredly.

“Preferably nothing involving tentacle dicks,” Robin added. “My jaw is still aching.”

That gave Eddie an idea...